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Unfamiliar Scents	By : alchemicprincess Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14747 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Unfamiliar Scents 2 Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other Harry Potter characters nor am I making a profit from the HP franchise. I do own the poem Unfamiliar scents and the character Ariana Star. Dedication: EVERYBODY!!! Part three: The Hogwarts express.

(Draco’s P.O.V)

So here I am. On the train… On my way to Hogwarts again… Can you tell I am nervous about this whole mate thing? I had left my understanding friends…well understanding after I had reinstated the fact that I’m a Malfoy… in our compartment and am now wandering about hopelessly, leaving my scent everywhere. Oh Merlin, how desperate am I? Peeking into every second compartment with a hopeful expression on my face, praying silently that one of them held my mate-to-be.

It is only that the golden trio have crossed my path that I find myself in conflict. That smell, where…? My gaze temporarily snaps up to the three standing before me and I look each of them over. “Move ferret boy” Weasley hisses shoving passed me, and instead of retaliating I lowered my gaze and move to allow the mudblood and Potter to pass me by. Which one? The scent seems to be coming from all of them! How the hell am I going to tell which one of them it’s coming from?! I am just starting to move on so I can think about this, formulate a plan to figure out which one is the one creating that wonderfully exhilarating smell, when Weasley spoke. “Harry? Come on mate, let’s go.” I turn to face Potter, only just now realising how…enticing he was. Those eyes, depthless as they are seem to be holding a level of grief as if a part of him is missing. It seems he has let his hair grow over the summer, and now it is tied back loosely with a few strands falling free on either side of his face. For once I am praising muggles as Harry is dressed in a pair of baggy stone washed pants with worn out sneakers and a tight black turtle neck. His dazzling emerald eyes twinkling with confusion and desire as he takes my appearance in. I feel uneasy under his stare, wondering if I had been right in letting my hair stay at shoulder length, and wearing tight black pants with dress shoes, with a simple silver shirt.

“Surely not…” Granger whispers staring between us. And that’s when I catch on. Damn. His eyes grow wide. “…H-Harry?” The mudblood attempts to grab his attention. My gaze flitters to study the floor, one thought flying through my mind. SURELY NOT POTTER?! I notice he is walking towards me, and he succeeds in backing me up against the wall behind us. Nu huh little Gryffindor Veelian, don’t you know you have to catch me?. “Problem Potter?” I breathe as he places his hands on the wall either side of my head. “Harry, let’s…let’s go to our compartment shall we?” Granger says hurriedly, pulling him away from me. But instead of complying he growls and pivots around, glaring at her. Shit, he’s getting protective already. Ever the Gryffindor. “Harry…I’m sorry…” She whimpers, crumbling under his death glare. I look at her and blink as she is staring, pleading with me to help. I nod and place my hand on Harry’s arm and he looks at me. “She’s right, we should go to a compartment. Wouldn’t do either of us any good to be seen like this” He studies me for a moment before moving back and allowing me to walk forward, as soon as I pass a fuming Ron, I find myself next to a shaking Hermoine Granger; and I notice that I am shaking just as violently. But is it from nerves? Anger? I don’t know. I take some small amount of comfort in her shakiness as we hurry to get away from any prying eyes, I still have my pride and no one sees a Malfoy fall from grace like that, and without a word we walk to the compartment Hermione has indicated as being theirs.

She leads me to the back chair and places herself so that I am effectively barred from Harry, and I have to give her points for bravery, because anyone else would have wilted under that look, and the fact that Ron has to continually force Harry back into his seat.

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After a quick discussion with Hermoine on my Veelian heritage, which type I am and if I can tell her positively that Harry is my mate, she takes my hand. “Everything between you and I can be considered history now Draco, I’m willing to forgive and forget for Harry’s sake, and now yours, if you are?” I blink several times and then look her over. It was going to be a very long and arduous journey now that things were clicking into place; besides mudblood or not it wouldn't neccesarily be a bad move to befriend the girl . “Yes, yes of course” She offers me a friendly smile and I return it as best I can trying to avoid the look Ron was giving me in disgust. The red head stands and is about to leave when Harry clamps onto his arm and stands up, so he is towering over his long time friend. “If you can not accept this, him, me.” He pauses to make small hand gestures. “ Then don’t bother coming back.” His tone leaves no room for argument and a long minute passes between us all.

Finally Ron grabs his trunk and leaves, rendering Hermoine and myself speechless. “I don’t care.” Hermoine says squeezing my hand gently. “And neither does Harry, when I…” She pauses and I squeeze her hand back to urge her on. “When I turned him down, he did the same thing. But the fact that now Harry has come out, it seems he doesn’t want to have anything to do with us. And I for one don’t give a damn because I don’t want a hot tempered bigot for a friend.” I smile proudly at her and notice that Harry seems to think this too, as he begins to move for me and I back up quickly. Seeing this Hermoine leaps up and drags me out of the compartment , she looks at her friend. “No way Harry. You know the procedure. Catch him and then he is yours. Not before.” And with that we leave and I sadly note to Hermoine that Harry is now alone, but she simply walks on.

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I take Hermoine down to my normal compartment, and as we stand in the doorway an uncomfortable silence falls upon us all. Finally someone speaks and I can’t help but laugh at the look on Granger’s face as she realises who it is. “Well, we figured it would be someone from that lot; it just seemed fitting. So which one was it then?” Vince asks as I sit down across from him and Greg, placing myself next to Pansy with Hermione on my other side. “ Harry” I say firmly, and wait for a violent reaction and upon receiving none I smile. “Every one alright with it then?” I ask, and receive three nods and shrugs as a reply. Vince and Greg instantly fall into a deep conversation, clearly uninterested by this now, but I turn to face Pansy, and she is staring openly at my new friend. “Pans’?” I whisper edging closer. But she just grins and leans forward, over my shoulder to look at Hermoine. “Do you…I mean…” She pushes me over to sit with Vince and Greg as she inches closer to a hesitant Hermione. “Can I do something with your hair? Please? It’s just you always have the same old style” She whispers, excitement lining her voice. Hermoine seems bewildered at the odd request but nods none the less. I watch in amusement as Pansy begins to pull out her hair care bag and turns Hermoine around. She chatters on about a range of things as she fiddles with the crop of bushy brown hair she has been permitted to play with. Behind closed doors Pansy was more of a girl than anyone realised. The poor thing had to hang around in such a high testosterone environment that he forgot sometimes that she was definitely female and starved of female interaction.

With a soft sigh and a brief thought about my mate to be, I fall into conversation with my two beefy friends. As the train comes within ten minutes from the station Pansy clears her throat, attracting our attention to herself and Hermoine. “Well?” She asks, admiring her work with pride. Hermoine’s hair has been magically straightened, and now falls well over her shoulder in a long butterfly decorated braid. “Wow” Greg mumbles. Pansy grins at our stunned silence. “Well, I guess I had better get back to Harry then. He has spent most of this trip on his own” Hermoine says, slightly hesitating. “See you all at the feast. Thank you for doing my hair Pansy, it looks lovely” If possible, Pansy’s grin grows considerably. “No problem, next time I’ll do your make up” Hermione and Pansy share a smile and when she leaves, my friends and I start talking animatedly about my mate.

Part Four: The feast (Harry’s P.O.V)

Hermoine slides back in to our compartment, and before I scorn her about stealing away my newly found mate to be I see her hair and nervous face, I give her an approving smile. But it doesn’t last long because she sinks into the seat beside me and leans her forehead onto my shoulder. “He…he really left us didn’t he?” She whispers, and I notice that my shoulder is becoming quite damp. I wrap my arms around her, she must have waited all that time for this. Poor thing..

“Yes love, he left us. But we talked about this. And it is for the better. Come on. We’re here.” Standing I take her stuff and mine and walk ahead of her, feeling her slight grip on the bottom of the back of my shirt. I falter only slightly when I see my silver blonde haired mate to be walking with his friends, a lop sided grin on my face. A gentle nudge from Hermoine and we are moving again. Exiting the train, I quickly locate the luggage trolley and off load our trunks onto the ever growing pile. Slowly we begin our walk to the carriages, Hermoine’s arm linked through mine. “Look, ‘Mione, I know this is going to sound really mean. But he couldn’t have been much of a friend if he did this.” I say softly as we grab ourselves an empty carriage. She slides in first and I follow when I am struck with an idea. Though in hind sight I realise I should have locked the damn door.

Grinning I pin her to the seat and ravage her neck playfully. “You got me, and that’s all you need baby” She squeals at me and wriggles, pushing at my chest gently. “Harry, get off!” It is only the fact that her voice lacks any tone of playfulness that I sit up to investigate. She is staring in horror at the carriage door. Turning around I see that while my back was turned my mate had appeared at the door. “Well, it seems I have interrupted something. Excuse me.” And just like that, he was gone again, before I could even call out to him the door closes and we are off. I spend the remainder of our trip in complete silence, Hermoine clinging to my hand. As soon as the carriage jolts to a stop, I bound out and search the crowd for Draco, but Hermoine is pushing me inside. “He knows you wouldn’t, and he knows I’m not interested.” Hermoine says to me seriously, as if that sentence alone is going to repair the damage that has been done. “Mister Potter?” My head snaps up to face the voice, and see Professor McGonagall looking down at me. “Professor Dumbledore would like a word with you. Please go to his office. And Mister Malfoy, you too” I turn my head so fast I kink my neck. I stare into those sad ice eyes as Hermoine pushes me forward. “I’ll be alright. I’ll sit with Ginny and Neville.” She says giving me a kiss on the cheek for luck, and moving away to find the two .

I spare my new mate a glance, but he just walks off in the direction of Dumbledore’s office, sighing I lower my gaze and follow him. We reach the stairway to the office, and only then does Draco realise he doesn’t know the password. Grinning I walk up behind him slowly and wrap an arm around his waist, pressing my face in to the base of his neck I murmur “You have a nice ass. And I should know. I just spent the last ten minutes watching it.” I feel him shudder and press back into me. Raising my arm so my hand is palm out I say. “Red liquorice” Draco is shaking now, I know I can feel it. Seemingly curious, he raises his arm and runs his own hand along my arm to entwine our fingers briefly, before growling and shoving me away. He bounds up the stairs and I grin it seems he is oblivious to what he has just initiated. - I love the chase Malfoy, keep it up. - I skid to a halt as the large oak door is slammed shut in my face. Growling in frustration I knock loudly. “Let me in” I say firmly, my voice laced with determination. I can hear him squeal from the opposite side of the door and run off to hide somewhere inside the office. Flicking my wrist slightly I use my developing non wand magic to unlock the door closing it behind me as I look around for the hiding beauty.

“Come out, come out, where ever you are.” I know he thinks he is successfully hiding from me but from one small sniff of his scent I pin point him to be under Dumbledore’s desk. Sliding over to the solid wood desk and proceed to perch on the top, my legs swinging in to the space below. I hear a muffled ‘meep’ and I know my feet must be getting close to his face. Sighing I wait for him to crawl out, but the seconds tick by at a flobberworm’s pace and he remains there. “Fine. If you want to be childish.” My tone suggests that my temper is quickly rising and to add effect to this I shove myself off the desk and stalk to the door, opening it only to then slam it closed again. I lean against the once again closed door, one leg raised so my foot is pressed against it with my arms crossed casually against my chest. After a moment of silence Draco deems the room to be safe and slides out so that he stands with his back to me. A smile on my face, I tilt my head back to rest against the door. Finally he turns around, freezing in shock, his eyes searching for an escape. “Don’t run.” I whisper to him as one would to a cornered animal, pushing myself from the door I move to the seat in front of me. Sinking into it I continue to smile at him, hoping he’ll relax. Eyeing me warily he sits in Dumbledore’s chair.

Our wait isn’t long, as the headmaster walks in not ten minutes after the starting feast had begun. His posture predictable, eyes twinkling, his hands clasped in front of him. “Well boys I have set an area up for you.” And as usual he doesn’t bother with trivialities. Draco peers at him curiously, but I refuse to look away from my soon to be mate. “ You have been temporarily been excused from any and all classes should the need arise. Your head teachers have been informed of your whereabouts for the uncertain time that you will be gone.” He pauses and looks between Draco and myself, a smile on his old and wise face. “What more can I say but, Let the chase begin!” At this a feral grin appears on my face. My last thought as Draco sprints for the indicated door? Oh, this is going to be fun.

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