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Learning to Love a Veela	By : razldazzl72 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 25584 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: I am so happy!! on FF.net I have 250 reviews!! can you believe it? I never thought it was going to be this popular!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! And a HUGE thank you for my wacky beta reader Myk!! LOVE YOU TO DEATH!!! Sorry it's a few hours late but I was lazy yesterday and didn't do my R/R responses.
Posted: 5/9/03
Chapter 10
Draco and Harry followed Lucius through the halls of Hogwarts down to the dungeons, where they entered Snape's office. Motioning for the boys to sit down, Lucius took the seat behind the desk. Sighing, Lucius reverently placed his cane on the desk. He then looked up at Draco, who was scowling fiercely at him. Lucius knew his place when it came to things like this. He would not interfere; not if he wanted to keep his only heir. He literally was here to make a peace offering to his soon to be son-in-law. Lucius looked at Harry with a calculated gaze, the cogs turning in his overly calculative mind.
During his time at school, Lucius had known Lily, since he had been somewhat of a friend of hers. He did, however, hate James Potter with a passion that could only be rivaled by the hatred between Sirius Black and Severus Snape. Lily had tutored him in Charms; she had actually tutored more then half of the Slytherin House in that course. He had gotten fairly close to her. 'She was a wonderful girl then and she had turned into a beautiful woman. Even if she was a mud... No, mustn't think that way, muggle-born.' Lucius never really had anything against the Potter boy. He knew he took after his mother more then his father in his attitudes. Harry wasn't as outgoing as either of his parents before him; he was quiet, in a sly sort of manner, like he was always thinking of escapes, or thoughts of what to say in sticky situtations; a mind that was sharp in the middle of chaos. A very Slytherin quality if he had to be completely honest with himself. That is how Harry looked now, like he was planning for many different ways to 'attack' the situation.
"Well, Harry," Lucius sta off off diplomatically. "I guess I should start by saying welcome to the family." Harry was still looking at him with a great amount of suspicion. Harry did nothing to try and quell it either. Draco looked on with suspicion as well as amusement. He knew his father wouldn't try anything on Harry, and most certainly not while Draco was present.
"Thank you, sir," Harry replied with just as much diplomacy as Lucius. Lucius then stood and offered his hand to Harry. Harry eyed the hand with a great deal more skepticism then before. Making up his mind, he finally stood and shook the elder Malfoy's hand. Neither man smiled, and Draco kept his eyes on his father to make sure the stupid human didn't try anything stupid with his chosen.
"Well then, tell me, Harry, when are you and my son going to give me an heir?" Lucius was by no means subtle with his questioning. Harry gaped in shock; whatever he had been expecting this meeting to consist of, this was most certainly not it. Draco, on the other hand, smirked. Leave it to the elder Malfoy to think of the bloodlines.
"Not for a few years yet," Harry answered quietly after he got over his shock. He flashed a quick look over to Draco to see him smirking, and when Draco saw Harry looking at him, his features softened immediately.
"Father, why on earth did you come here? Surely it wasn't to find out when we would be having your grandchildren to carry on your precious bloodlines. What are you planning?" Draco asked after breaking his gaze with Harry. He hated to tear his gaze away; he loved the feeling of being lost in those deep emerald green eyes.
"Why, Draco, what makes you think I am planning anything? I simply want to see and get to know my future son-in-law better, as well as the other father of my future grandchildren. Surely you can understand that my son?" Lucius said as smoothly as silk, while eyeing Harry in an almost hungry manner. Harry started to squirm slightly under the pressure of the look that Lucius had laid upon him.
Harry quickly glanced at Draco, and when he noticed the scowl fiercely in place, he knew he had to try and quell the situation before it got too far out of hand. It wouldn't due to have Draco and Lucius at odds with each other.
"Mr. Malfoy," Harry started when he found his Gryffindor courage. "I'm glad you'd like to get to know me better, but I'd really like to get to class. I haven't been in two days, and I am getting behind. Both Draco and I have exams to study for, so can we possibly put this off for another time? I really do appreciate your stopping by." Harry made to get up to leave, but Draco grabbed his arm, stopping him as he still leered at his father.
"No, Harry, I'd really like to hear what my father has to say. I mean, he is a busy man; the least we could do is hear him out." Draco looked over to Harry, his voice and eyes softening, "wouldn't want to be rude now, would we?" Harry slowly returned to his previous position of sitting anxiously in the chair next to Draco. He went back and forth watching the two men.
'URGH, I wish Siri were here. He'd make this a LOT more comfortable then what it is,' Harry thought to himself as he watched the Malfoy men have a stare down. Harry unconsciously reached over and laced his fingers with Draco's for comfort.
"Draco," Lucius sneered, "I hear Pansy is returning tomorrow; how are you going to handle that? You know she isn't going to be happy with you." Lucius said, then sitting back in the chair, he started to examine his fingernails while waiting for his son to answer him. "Well, I do have until tomorrow to figure it out. Everything right now is still really new between Harry and myself." Draco flashed a quick grin Harry's way, squeezing his hand lightly before continuing, "But we are both adjusting well. As far as Pansy is concerned," Draco cocked his head in contemplation; "it will all depend on her reaction to the situation. I am not a mind reader no matter how well I know Pansy; I am not about to predict what she will and won't do, let alone a 'counter-attack' father. Even you should know that. Is there anything else you wished to discuss, or can Harry and I go to class?" Draco said, clearly getting annoyed with the looks his father was giving Harry. "Now, Draco, what's the rush? Surely you don't mind this little meeting. Besides that, I have a small token of a gift for our young Harry here." Reaching into his robes, Lucius pulled out a parcel about the size of a book. Draco and Harry flashed quick uncomfortable looks at each other before looking back to the gift then back to Lucius. They both looked at him with such suspicion it was not going to be concealed.
"Why would you get me a gift, Mr. Malfoy?" Curiosity clear in his voice as Harry spoke.
"I got you a gift as a peace offering, Harry; nothing more, nothing less. I would like to set aside the bad blood since you're to be part of the family." Clearly unconcerned with the suspicion flowing through the room, he pushed the parcel across the desk, so Harry wouldn't have to reach very far for it. "Go on, take it. I swear on the Malfoy name that it is only a gift; it will do you no harm."
Harry quickly looked at Draco, who then nodded; Draco knew his father would not swear on the Malfoy name for anything other then the honest truth. Lucius Malfoy may not be the best person in the world, but he was a man of honor when it came to keeping his word.
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy; I appreciate the gift." Harry reached out tentatively to the gift and wrapped his fingers around one edge of it. The second he picked it up, he knew it was a book, but what book it was remained to be seen. Bringing it slowly into his lap, Harry began to unwrap the book. Cautiously ripping off the ribbon and slowly ripping the paper, Harry got his first glimpse of the title and gasped, looking up at Lucius in stark astonishment. Lucius had an amused smile on his face.
"I thought you'd appreciate this knowledge more then anyone else, Harry. I'm sure Dumbledore hasn't told you, or let you have access to the information that is within those pages." Draco's curiosity was peaked. He leaned over to look at the title, and he also gasped. For written on the cover of the book was the title, and it read 'The Complete Family History of the Potter/Evans Families'.
"I don't know what I could do to repay you for this sort of gift, Mr. Malfoy. I do appreciate it more then you may even know." Harry ran his fingers across the cover of the book reverently after he got the rest of the paper off the book. Draco smiled sadly; he knew Harry wanted to know loads about his family. "If you'll excuse me, I must take my leave; thank you so much, Mr. Malfoy," Harry's voice thick with emotion, showing that he was on the verge of possibly breaking into tears at such a thoughtful gift. He stood up, fleeing the room, with the book clutched to his chest protectively. Lucius smirked at Harry's retreating back.
"That was a beautiful gift for him, father; thank you. I do, however, still think you're up to something. I'll be watching you." Draco eyed his father sternly, not truly believing that it was out of complete generosity on Lucius' part. "You'd better hope you don't hurt him with whatever it is you have planned father; I'd hate to have to hurt you," Draco said in a voice that was deadly calm.
"You have my word Draco that I have no plans whatsoever with Harry. I want to make sure I keep my ties to you open. If that means giving peace offerings to The-Boy-Who-Lived," Lucius said with distaste and a small shudder, "then so be it. I need to keep the Malfoy family in tact, plain and simple as that," Lucius stated in a matter-of-fact manner that left no room for arguements. "Now, you said last night in your letter that you were staying here for the summer. Do you think at any point you'll be coming to the manor, or are you just going to stay here for the entire summer?" Truly curious of the situation, Lucius made sure to stretch the word entire, not believing that Draco would spend so much time away from his family.
"Well, for now yes we'll stay here; we'll see how everything progresses between Harry and I, and we may come to visit the manner in a few weeks. Even you have to admit this is a lot for all of us to adjust to. He's taking it remarkably well, I must say." Smiling brightly at the thought of his and Harry's relationship, Draco couldn't help the way he sounded quite love stricken with what he said next. "He's already said that we are more than friends; which I think is fantastic considering the fact he only found out two days ago."
Draco and Lucius talked with each other until the chimes sounded for the classes to begin, and Draco excused himself for his classes, full expecting to see Harry waiting for him. Draco waited throughout the class, but there was still no sign of Harry. Making a quick trip to their dorm room, where Draco quickly discovered that there was no Harry there either, he did, however, find a note from Harry saying he was going to be going over the book with Sirius, and for Draco not to worry too much. Harry had known when writing the note that Draco would worry if Harry wasn't within his sights.
When dinner came and went and still Draco had not seen Harry since the meeting that morning with his father, it was safe to say he was worried. Draco went to Dumbledore, even though he didn't like the man much, asking for the location of Sirius' rooms, since that's where Harry said he was. Dumbledore gladly gave up the information, and Draco trekked down to Sirius' rooms. Draco knocked on the door, being greeted by a wary looking Sirius Black. He was immediately worried at Sirius' appearance, jumping to conclusions before listening to anything.
"What's wrong?! Is Harry all right?!" Draco asked, concern evident on his voice as he pushed Sirius out of the way. The sight that greeted him made him smile. Harry was curled up on the sofa; his head in Remus Lupin's lap sound asleep. Remus was raking fingers through the wild, ebony hair. Draco wished he were in Lupin's spot, but was glad to see his chosen was well and safe, and obviously in good hands. Looking back to Sirius with questions clear in his eyes, he softly asked, as to not wake the sleeping beauty, "what happened?"
"Well, you obviously know about the book your father gave him, right?" Receiving a nod, he continued with his explination, "well, all three of us sat down and went through it, half of the stuff in there even Remmy and I didn't know," Sirius said exasperatedly while rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "Lily wasn't a muggle-born like we thought; she is born from a fourth generation of squibs that runs in the Evan's family. Believe it or not, our Harry here is related to Dumbledore, and Snape, amazingly enough. Distantly of course, something like seventh cousins or some such thing; then with all the history of the Potter's on top of that, he's worn out and exhausted." Smiling at the sleeping boy, Sirius said, "Would it be all right with you if he just slept here tonight? We won't let anything happen to him, and then you can pick him up in the morning?" Sirius had started to pace halfway through what he was saying; he was still trying to absorb everything he had learned, and they had only gone through half the book.
Draco agreed to let Harry stay there for the night. He knew the two would protect Harry with their very lives. Walking over to Harry, Draco kissed the beautiful boy on the forehead, whispering a silent "goodnight Harry" to him, which he got a slurred mumble and a sloppy lop-sided smile, coupled with a contented sigh in return. Smiling, Draco bid the other two gentlemen goodnight and left for his and Harry's rooms. It felt odd; even after only being with Harry for two days, that they were going to be sleeping so far apart from each other. He was glad that Harry was all right and learning things about his family, but on the same token he was insanely jealous that he hadn't been the one with Harry all day. He had to prepare himself for Harry smelling heavily of Sirius and Remus. He would get some clothes for Harry and take them to him in the morning.
Draco made it back up to their rooms with little effort, meeting no one on the way. After showering, Draco went to bed, feeling empty inside because his mate was no where near him at the moment. Draco finally fell into a fitful sleep.

End Chapter 10--Chapter 11 teaser... not fun for Harry and one pissed off Veela and werewolf and animagus oh no!!
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