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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: Well here it is.. hehehe.. The great and powerful Myk has done it again.. hehehe. Hope you like it!!
**Takaro: You don't have to check everyday sweetie, I update on Tuesdays and Fridays...lol.
**Naia: As I explained in a response many moons ago, Ron was in shell shock the only thing that had sunk in so far was that Harry would have someone for him always. After having a full 24 hours of thought on it, He was livid because it's MALFOY!! hehehe, he's seen the error of his ways NOW but will it be too late..
Chapter 14
After four hours, five shops, and at least twenty shrunken parcels later, Draco, Harry, and Pansy went to the Three-Broomsticks to eat and relax. They were halfway done eating, enjoying themselves while talking non-chalantly over things of little consequence, when a shadow fell over the table. Harry was the first to look up and flinched as he caught the glare of the person standing next to the table. Draco was the next to look up, followed by Pansy. They saw the brown eyes glaring at Harry, and both unconsciously moved towards him to protect him from the red haired young man that was standing there before them. Harry, feeling nervous under the intense stare, apprehensively cleared his throat.
"Well, this is it then, huh, Harry?" Harry's name was spat with a venom never that had never been heard from Ron before. "You're hanging with only Slytherins now. I thought you were my friend, Harry," Ron shouted, looking disgustedly down at the raven headed boy. Everyone in the Three-Broomsticks stopped what they were doing to watch the reaction over at Harry's table, quite eager to know what was going on. Draco watched as hurt washed over Harry's face becoming the predominant expression. Before Draco could do anything to the boy, Pansy had, in a heartbeat, stunned Ron and was up yelling in his face.
"You cold, heartless son-of-a-bitch!" Pansy shrieked at the red head. "If you'd look for two seconds, you'd see he was happy. Isn't that what friends want for their friends? Happiness!" Draco held up his hand to stop Pansy on her rant, knowing full well that she wasn't happy about it, but also knowing that lines like that didn't work on the freckled boy.
"Pansy," Draco started softly, "I've already given that line to the weasel here right after I transfigured him into a weasel!" When he finished he'd been yelling, looking at Ron with a sour expression that promised problems for him.
"Draco, Pansy, I appreciate the support, but it's obvious my supposed best friend can't handle the situation. That's ok; I don't need him in my life anyway," Harry said with a heart-breaking look on his face. Looking up into Ron's furious eyes, Harry prepared to say his piece to Ron. "I loved you like a brother; you were my first friend. If you can't handle the situation as it is now, then I don't need you in my life at all. I have the rest of your family, all of them have managed to accept the situation with open arms. If you can't accept it, Ronald Weasley, then don't come talking to me until you can. I'll be waiting if and when that ever happens. Until then, have a nice life." Harry walked out with a tear rolling down his cheek. It had hurt him that Ron couldn't just accept it. It was a low blow for him. With everything else that had happened in the last forty-eight hours, he just wanted to go 'home' and forget it all. Draco had watched Harry, his anger built in him more each moment that passed.
"I warned you earlier, Weasley," He ground out between clenched teeth. Draco waved his hand, leaving Ron now with neon yellow hair with pink tips, spiked, just like Snape's. He also waved his hand again causing him to experience a huge heartbreak similar to what Harry had just gone through. Draco grinned evilly at Ron. "That is what Harry is feeling right now because of you! You are a selfish bastard and never deserved to be his friend in fir first place! Do you know how truly wonderful he is? That's not just the Veela in me speaking, I've only known him for three days and already I love him. I only wish he'd seen through you on the train all those years ago and accepted me as his friend. I feel honored to call Harry a friend, and I feel privileged that I am the one for him, that he is going to be my mate. I hope you rot in hell, Weasley!" Draco stormed off after Harry to make sure nothing happened to him.
"You really are thick, aren't you? You are such a prick! Hell, I've only just met Harry a few hours ago, and already I love him like a brother. Draco's right, it's an honor to know someone as special as Harry. You know more about what he's been through, but from what has gotten back to Slytherin," Pansy snorted, "it's amazing he's such a beautiful person on the inside after everything he's been through. I wouldn't be surprised that he would forgive you if you apologized; he strikes me as a very forgiving person, maybe too forgiving. You really are pathetic, you know that Weasley? Truly pathetic!" Pansy then huffed off to follow her best friend and newly adopted brother, leaving gaping patrons behind in her wake.
Ron was left lying on the floor crying. Both from the spell that Draco had cast on him, and knowing that Pansy was right. He didn't deserve to be friends with Harry. The last two days he'd been nothing but horrible to Harry and Draco. He couldn't believe everything he'd said and done when he thought about how he'd acted so badly towards Harry. Ron was left to wallow in the self-pity and guilt surrounding him until the stunning spell wore off three hours later. Ron had to hurry back if he was to make curfew.
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Draco caught up with Harry just before the fork on High Street* and grabbed his hand, stepping into stride with Harry's smaller strides, and following his slower pace.
"Are you all right, Harry? This just hasn't been your day, has it?" Draco squeezed Harry's hand a little on the second question. Draco then let go of Harry's hand and wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulder. This caused Harry to rest his head on Draco's shoulder while they walked at a very leisurely pace back to Hogwarts.
"I will be, Draco. Thanks, for back there, for trying to get him to see, and yesterday morning too." Harry spoke softly, with sadness in his voice. Draco gave him a slight hug to hopefully help him feel better.
"I know, Harry. How about when we get back to our rooms, you take a nice relaxing bath, and we'll have Sirius and Pansy join us for dinner? Maybe even Hermione too. Would you like that?" Draco asked while looking down at Harry who gave a small smile and nodded the affirmative. Right after they crossed the tracks on their way back to Hogwarts, Pansy had caught up with them. Draco looked over at Pansy, asking the girl a question. "Would you like to have dinner with Harry, me, Sirius, and possibly Granger tonight, Pansy?"
Pansy grinned back at Draco; "I'd love too, Draco; thank you!" Turning to Harry, she said, " Are you going to be all right, Harry? That was pretty rotten of him." Pansy placed a hand on his shoulder, but pulled it back quickly when he flinched at the contact. Draco shook his head at her slightly. She knew he'd explain later; she had a strong feeling it had something to do with what'd happened this morning in the common room. "Well, I'm going to run ahead and get ready for dinner then. About eight for dinner, Draco?" Draco nodded, and Pansy sped up and left the two young men to themselves.
"You know, Draco, I never thought in a million years that Ron would be so selfish. I mean, we've been through so much together, and he goes and just throws it all away, and over what?" Harry half sobbed when he'd spoken. It was still really raw, but he wanted to talk about it.
"It's ok, Harry; take your time getting it out. We have a lifetime together for you to get it all out in the open. I promise you I'm not going anywhere." Draco spoke passionately and kissed the top of Harry's head. "Come on, love, let's get you home." When Harry heard this, he stopped in his tracks, a shocked expression over taking him on his tender, young face. Draco smiled softly at him when he looked at Harry. "What, love?" Draco asked softly, lifting a hand and running it across Harry's cheek gently. Draco looked deeply into Harry's eyes, and he saw the question he couldn't voice. Smiling gently at him, Draco replied to the question verbally. "Yes, Harry, I am falling in love with you, and I can honestly say I don't think it has anything to do with the Veela in me, and that I can't think of our rooms as anything but home because it is with you," Draco spoke softly, smiling serenly at Harry. The moment Draco spoke that sentence to him, Harry felt like something broke. Draco watched as something in Harry's eyes seemed to click. Harry felt like he was falling; he was falling hard, and he was falling fast.
"Catch me," Harry whispered before he reached his hand behind Draco's head, pulling him into the most amazing kiss either one had ever experienced.
They finally made their way back to the main doors of the school. Upon entering, they ran right into Professor Snape. Harry glared at the man briefly before gathering his courage, and Draco's hand in his.
"Is it true? Are you related to me and no one told me?" A look in Harry's eyes clearly said to lie to him to save his breaking heart.
Snape at least had the courtesy to look ashamed of himself. Severus then gave Harry a small nod that 'yes', he'd known. Tears sprang into the Gryffindor's eyes.
"Am I really that much of a freak that my own family doesn't want me?" Harry spat the name freak in such a way that even Severus, with all his hardened years, winced at it. "Wouldn't even tell me, not like anyone gave me the option to accept or deny, much easier just to not let the little freak know; then he can't be even more of a freak when he's rejected. Do you really hate me that much, Snape?" Harry had tears pouring out of his tear ducts, but his voice remained strong and angry through his rant. Harry then turned and buried his head into Draco's chest. Draco, in turn, wrapped his arms protectively around his small boyfriend. Draco also took the energy to glare at the Potions professor, willing him to have a good excuse for his behavior.
"That's not it at all, Harry," Severus started, his voice uncharacteristically soft and fragile, searching for forgiveness. "I admire the way you are the young man you've become despite the things you've lived through. You are a wonderful person, Harry; anyone would be truly blessed to have you in his or her life. I would love to call you family; I would have loved to have taken you in all those years ago." Harry's head snapped up at this, staring at his Potions professor; he could hardly believe what he was hearing. Snape gave him a sad smile before continuing. "Due to my position as a spy in Voldemort's ranks, I couldn't take you in, and I could not tell you of our relationship. For that, I apologize," Snape said softly, sincerity ruling his body language as well as his voice. Noticing Harry getting ready to speak, Severus held up his hand to stop him. "Before you ask, I didn't tell you after his defeat because I didn't think you'd want to be related to the 'greasy git'," Severus finished off with a shrug.
Draco felt Harry stiffen when Severus had said the last part. Looking down at the smaller boy, Draco smiled sadly at him. He'd been mildly pleased that Severus had a logical excuse, a verifiable one for before the defeat, and a stupid one for after. Harry looked the tall Potions Master over before mumbling loud enough for everyone present to hear, "better you then the Dursleys, but you never even gave me the choice as to whether I wanted to be related to you. I forgive for for the first sixteen years, for that I can totally understand and respect what you did. But for after Voldemort's fall, I don't know if I can forgive that. You should have given me the choice and let me decide if I wanted to be related to you; it's not like I have a lot of family to choose from." Harry spoke weakly, not bothering to look up. Draco recognized that he was getting tired; it'd been one hell of a day for the short Gryffindor. Harry withdrew from Draco's embrace and grabbed his hand, leaving the entrance hall behind along with leaving a stunned professor in his wake.
Draco and Harry finally made it back to their rooms, meeting no one on the way. Harry went to gather his clothing, and Draco went into the bathroom to draw Harry a nice hot bath. After Harry's relaxing bath, he and Draco were sitting on the couch with Harry snuggled into Draco's side, his head resting on the blonde's shoulder. They were waiting in peaceful silence for their dinner guests to arrive. They still had about an hour before Pansy and Sirius arrived; they hadn't heard back from Hermione yet. Although they figured she was still trying to handle Ron.
Harry felt something tugging at the back of his mind. He didn't know what it was. He sat up and looked at Draco with questioning eyes. Draco looked back at him with the same sort of questioning eyes.
"What is it, Harry?" Draco asked, not understanding.
"I... I don't..." Getting flustered at his inability to tell, not because he didn't want too, but he just didn't know how to describe it, Harry nearly growled out his frustrations. " I don't know; I feel... this thing. I don't know how to describe it." Sighing in frustration, Harry buried his head in his hands. "It's like a tugging at the back of my mind," Harry mumbled into his hands. Looking up briefly, he saw concerned silver-gray orbs looking into his emerald green ones.
"Are you OK, Harry? Does it feel like it's dangerous? I don't understand." Draco's voice was near panic. He was in an overly protective state considering everything Harry had been through in the last three days. Harry thought on the pulling, did it feel dangerous?
"No," shaking his head as he spoke, "not dangerous, it actually feels... I don't know... comforting, maybe? It's so hard to describe, but not dangerous at all; it's almost like a calming presence." Concentration evident, he wanted to make Draco relax a little, he spoke the truth, but was concentrating on the feeling in his mind at the same time.
"You're sure it doesn't feel dangerous; are you dizzy or anything? Is it from what happened at all? Either with Voldemort or this morning?" Draco was trying to get to the bottom of this; he wanted desperately to protect his lifemate. He knew if Harry died, he died as well.
"No, I'm not dizzy, and this feels like it has nothing to do with Riddle or what happened this morning. I know you're worried about me, Draco." Harry tried to sooth his soon-to-be mate. "This feels... well... it feels safe. Like it wants to protect me almost." Harry's eyes narrowed in concentration, and then a small smile played on his lips. "It does; it wants to protect me. It's becoming clearer to me; it almost has a voice to it. It feels like it's been there for a few days, but after what happened today, it felt it needed to let me know." Harry looked at Draco, unsure of what to do or say, so he shrugged.
"You're sure, Harry? It only wants to protect you? Absolutely positive?" Harry nodded and smiled gently at Draco, laying his head back on his shoulder.
"I'm sure; it's getting more comforting as each moment passes. Everything will be fine. I have a strange feeling though, that very soon, I'll have not only one dragon protecting me, but two." Harry shrugged and closed his eyes for a short nap before dinner.
Draco shook Harry awake a short time later. Harry smiled sleepily at him. His eyes coming into focus, Harry was shocked when he found a sandy blonde haired girl smiling kindly at him. Beyond her he spotted his black haired godfather's amused face grinning at him. Draco offered a to to Harry; he accepted, and Draco helped him off the couch. The group of four made their way to the dining table.
Dinner was an enjoyable affair for all; Pansy learned quite a bit about Sirius, and came to like him as well, after she got over the fact that he wasn't the escaped, evil convict she had originally believed him to be.
"You know, Pansy, it's amazing how well you took everything when it turned out that I was the one that was chosen," Harry said while trying to gauge her reaction. Pansy simply shrugged.
"Well, i eas easy really; I don't want a Veela, or even a part-Veela, pissed off at me. So it was either accept or be hurt; I'd rather accept it and stand by Draco as a friend then have him angry with me and possibly kill me. I'm not Crabbe and Goyle; I'm not stupid." Pansy gasped as she realized what she'd said and noticed all the color drain from Harry's face. "Oh by the Gods, Harry, I'm so sorry. That was incredibly stupid of me. Forgive me, please?" Pansy pleaded with Harry. Draco rubbed Harry's back when he'd heard it, and only shot Pansy a glare; she didn't intentionally do it, and he understood that. Before anyone could do or say anything else, there was a pop and standing next to Harry was a creature. Harry smiled as he saw the red-brown creature; this is what had been pulling and tugging in his mind. It's wings somewhat shining and spread out, it looked like a miniature red dragon. Its fine scales glittering in the light in the room, it growled at Pansy; it was mad because she'd upset his companion. Pansy and Sirius were gaping at the creature, neither one having seen one before. Draco looked at it incredulously.
"Is that what was going on earlier? Is this what caused it?" Draco asked. When Harry nodded his head to the affirmative, Draco burst into laughter. He laughed so hard he fell out of his chair. Pansy and Sirius looked on in concern, but were more concerned with this mini dragon that was scowling at Pansy. Harry watched the creature with curiosity. "Do," Draco tried his best to speak through the laughing. "Do you... Do you even know what that is, Harry?" Draco finally got the whole question out. Harry shook his head. "It's a... it's a pseudodragon, Harry." Draco then collapsed back into laughter as the dragon snorted and turned Pansy's hair pink with bright orange stripes. When that happened, Sirius also lost it and laughed as well, as did Harry. Pansy was totally clueless as to what had happened. She huffed and stood up, making her way to the bathroom. Once inside, everyone heard a scream, which only made them laugh harder.
Once everyone recovered, the pseudodragon went over to Harry and laid its head in his lap. It purred at Harry, and Harry felt the warmth of love wash over him. He smiled and rubbed the dragon's head.
"It figures, everything likes you, Harry." Draco giggled as he watched the scene unfold. Harry looked at him questioningly. "A pseudodragon chooses its companion; you can't force it to 'bond', I guess you'd call it, with you. Some can be mischievous, which I am guessing this one is; they are magical creatures, obviously. This one, I'd say, is still young, but full-grown." Turning to the dragon, he posed the next question to it. "Am I right; your about three or four years old?" The dragon snorted, and then lifted his head off Harry's lap and nodded, then licked Harry's hand.
"How long do they live? And how come I've never heard of them before?" Sirius piped in from across the table.
"They live ten to fifteen years, and you've probably never heard of them because they are very rare. I've only read about them in one book in the Manor library, and that's the only reason I know about them. It's said that only one or two bond every century to a wizard." Draco shrugged the answer.
"Well," Harry started looking at the pseudodragon, "I guess you have a name or need a name? Which is it?" Harry felt the answer in his head; the dragon didn't have a name, so Harry needed to name him. Harry looked at Draco, then moved over to Sirius and a grin crept upon his face. He'd just thought of a name for his new 'companion'.

End Chappie 14 hope you enjoyed it!! 15's teaser.. hehehe... Names, hunting and some stuttering talks, OOO and kisses too.. hehehe and hugs.. nice and fluffy.. hehehe, and maybe a het romance on the start.. could be.. Names already picked so no advice, it stays!! heheh Until the next chapter!!!
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