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The Roundabout Way	By : kelle611 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 18532 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Pairing: Harry/Draco

Prompt #: 28 .

Rating: strong NC17

Word Count: About 35K.

Summary:: Veela are very sexual creatures, and when Harry wakes up on his 18th birthday he finds himself unbelievably horny all day long. Draco walks in on him in a restroom and finds Harry wanking, and since he's wanted Harry for a long time he's happy to offer to "scratch the itch" for him. Since neither realizes that Harry's a Veela who's just come into his inheritance, they also don't realize they've just bonded by having sex - until the distance nearly kills them both when they part ways afterward. Now they've got to live together while they figure out how to undo the bond...

Warning(s): a lot of sex, some on the rougher side but all consensual, bonding, mild D/s concepts, mild violence, sexual harassment, dirty talking Draco, mention of mpreg but none present, mentions of past abuse*

Beta: A huge thank you to niteshine.

Note Written for Valentine Veela fest on livejournal.

Disclaimer: This piece of art or fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offence is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.

X_x_X_x

Hermione sat on one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, ringing her hands as she watched Ron pace back and forth and Molly Weasley interrogate the receptionist for the third time. They hadn't heard a word about Harry since he'd been taken away over three hours ago and no one seemed to be able to tell them anything. Magical shock was serious and in some cases irreversible. It required a magical injury of some kind to trigger it, no illness or bad mood would cause it. Whatever had happened to Harry had to have been huge and what she had thought was just an illness had actually been the initial stage. Hermione surged to her feet when she saw the young Healer from earlier come back into the waiting room, the small sense of hope she had falling away at the grim look on his face.

"Hello," the Healer said as the group immediately encircled him, "I'm Healer Smith. I need to speak to you all in private about your friend."

The group exchanged worried glances before following Smith back through the double doors and down a series of halls. Healer Smith was a rather good looking man, though his features were now twisted in worry and his soft brown eyes darkened. His rusty red hair was disheveled, as if he had recently been in a fight of some kind. Hermione supposed he may have been if Harry's magic had lashed out at him. Coming to a stop in front of a door, Smith motioned for the group to enter. Inside Harry lay in a hospital bed, his eyes closed and a shimmering shield hovering over him.

"We've managed to stabilize him temporarily," Smith said as he closed the door behind him, "It would have been easier had you informed us of his condition when you arrived, but he'll survive for a while."

"What condition?" Molly asked as she made her way to the boy she thought of as a son.

"That he's a Veela," Smith said, frowning disapprovingly.

"Harry's not a Veela," Ron said.

"I assure you, he is," the Healer said, "It took a while to figure that out, but he is most definitely a newly awakened Veela."

"We had no idea," Hermione breathed, her eyes fixed on her friend laying motionless in the hospital bed, "How could this have happened? Neither of his parents were Veela."

"You didn't know?" Smith asked, "Well...it doesn't matter. He is a Veela, a trait he most likely inherited from his father since the older pureblood lines tend to have creature blood. It's not uncommon for them to hide it, so that could be the case. I suppose that you won't know the answer to my next question since you didn't know he was a Veela to begin with..."

"What is it?" Molly asked.

"The reason he went into magical shock is because he was separated from his mate. We need to find out who his mate is and reunite them for him to survive. If they aren't, both will die."

"I thought that destined mate thing was a myth," Hermione said, frowning as she tried to remember what she'd read about Veela in the past.

"It is," Smith assured her, "But Veela do mate for life, they simply choose who rather than being destined to be with someone. Do you know who was the last person Mr. Potter had sexual relations with? Whoever it is, he has bonded with them."

Ron and Hermione shared a blank look before shaking their heads. "I didn't even know he was seeing anyone," Hermione said, her eyes drifting back to her friend.

"Don't suppose it's Ginny, do you?" Ron asked, a hint of hope in his voice.

"No," Molly said, "Ginny is perfectly healthy. Wouldn't she be suffering the same symptoms as Harry if she was his mate?"

"Somewhat," Healer Smith said, "She would suffer stomach pains, loss of appetite, disorientation, and then fall unconscious as she went into magical shock. If she hasn't been sick then it's highly unlikely that she's his mate."

The group looked down at Harry, a sense of helplessness overcoming them. "I have to ask you to think about this," Smith said, "We must find out who his mate is within the next few days."

Turning his back on the group, Healer Smith turned his back on the group and opened the door to leave, pausing as a stretcher was rushed past him. The young man almost jumped out of his skin at the screech that emitted from the bed behind him. Spinning around, Smith was able to catch a glimpse of black wings and a beak before he fell to the floor, an enraged feral Veela sailing over him.

"Security!" Smith yelled, "Code V! Repeat, Code V!"

Ron, Hermione, and Molly rushed out of the door just in time to watch as half a dozen stunners hit Harry from all directions, dropping him to the floor. He'd managed to make it half way down the hall before being brought down, his wings sticking out at odd angles as he fell in a heap. The group watched as a group of orderlies collected Harry from the floor and moved him back into his room. Hermione covered her mouth with her hands as she watched them strap Harry to the bed and reinforce the restraints with magic.

"This is worse than I expected," Healer Smith murmured, "If he's gone feral there's little we can do."

"What does that mean?" Hermione asked, "That he's feral?"

"It rarely occurs, but sometimes when a Veela is separated from their mate directly after the bonding and is stabilized before they can die they will go feral," Smith explained, "They completely lose their human mind and their Veela instincts take over. There is nothing that will stop them from reaching their mate when that occurs, but if simply allowed to search for them then they will kill anyone who gets in their way. It doesn't matter if the person is actually in their way or simply present, the Veela will see them as a threat to their mate. Had we known that Mr. Potter had not spent any time with his mate since their bonding we would have restrained him to begin with."

"What do you mean by not spending time with them?" Molly asked, "Not having a date?"

"No," Smith said, "I mean that as soon as they completed the bonding they parted ways. If Mr. Potter didn't know that he was a Veela then it's possible he had an one off with someone and just went his own way as soon as it was done. He would have bonded to them and then immediately attempted to sever that bond, resulting in his current state. It rarely ever occurs, most Veela know what they are before coming into their inheritance so they can take steps to prevent this from happening. It would also explain a rapid decline, breaking the bond before it's fully formed would send him into shock much more quickly."

"Harry would never do that," Molly said indignantly, "He's a good boy!"

Smith smiled tightly before nodding slightly. "Be that as it may, we still need to find his mate as soon as possible. Please, consider who Mr. Potter may have had a relationship with, even if it was only a brief one."

X_x_X_x

Harry stirred slowly, his senses clouded. He could smell it, the sweetness of his mate, so close. It wasn't close enough, he had to find them, had to find his precious, perfect mate. Everything depended on that. When he tried to move his arms he found he couldn't, he was trapped.

Emerald eyes snapping open, Harry looked down at the bonds holding him in place and twittered angrily at them. He needed to get to his mate, needed to fix the damage that had been done. He tried to use his wings to break free, but found that they were pinned under his body. Screeching his indignation to the world, Harry watched a figure approach him. Snapping his beak in warning, Harry tried to thrash his way out of his bonds.

The figure murmured something, but it didn't matter, he had to get free. He had to find his mate. They were so close, he wouldn't be denied. More figures approached him, this time wielding sticks like weapons. Harry hissed a warning and tried to lash out at them. The figures said something and there was a flash of light, then darkness.

The next time Harry awoke he held still and listened to his surroundings. It was quiet, perhaps the earlier figures were gone. Opening his eyes cautiously, Harry saw that it was now darker than it had been before. Glancing around, Harry saw one of the figures from earlier, this times curled up in a chair to the side of the room. It wasn't moving and appeared to be asleep. That was good, it wouldn't interfere this time.

Cautiously, Harry pulled at his restraints, suppressing a hiss when they didn't give. Glancing back over at the sleeping figure to make sure they hadn't stirred, he concentrated on the magic he could feel within himself. It was volatile, nearly unusable without his mate there to center him, but Harry was able to muster enough of it to vanish the bond on one of his wrists. Once again checking to make sure no one would attack him, Harry used his claws to slice through the rest of the restraints.

Getting cautiously to his feet, Harry stretched out his wings to work out the kinks that having them pinned had caused, the glossy black feathers bristling before falling flat. Tucking his wings against his back, Harry made his way to the door only to pause. Last time those figures had hurt him with their sticks when he left the room, he'd need to be more careful if he was going to find his mate. Pushing open the door slowly, Harry saw that the lights had been dimmed in the corridor as well and that there was only one figure present. He watched through narrowed eyes as it picked up a board and seemed to look it over before moving away from him and entering a different room.

Quickly exiting his room, Harry began to follow the scent of his mate, moving as quickly as he could. If any of those figures got in his way he'd slice them with his claws before they could get out their sticks, he wouldn't let them stand between him and his mate. He turned down a different hall, the scent of his mate becoming much more powerful. Following the heavenly sweetness of that scent, Harry found himself in front of a closed door. When he tried to open it he found it locked.

Harry reared back from the door in shock. Someone had imprisoned his mate! Someone was keeping them apart on purpose! When he found them he'd slit their throat and let them bleed out, but for now, he needed to save his mate. Mustering all the strength he could, Harry threw himself at the door, twittering his satisfaction when it came off its hinges. He barely noticed the alarm that went off as the door fell to the ground, his attention completely focused on the figure lying prone in the hospital bed before him.

Crossing the room, Harry climbed into the bed, his wings coming up to wrap around the pale form of his mate. Retracting his claws, Harry brushed a hand through silky blond hair before taking his mate into his arms. Letting his eyes fall shut, the Veela let his magic reach out and envelope the blond, purring as he felt magic wrap around him as well.

X_x_X_x

Hermione jumped badly when an alarm went off down the hall, her eyes moving to the open door briefly before she turned to see if the sound had disturbed Harry. Gasping, she shot to her feet when she saw the empty bed and sliced restraints. Running out into the hall, Hermione was nearly bowled over by an orderly.

"Harry's gone!" she yelled at the man.

The orderly blanched, his eyes flicking from the empty room and back towards the direction the alarm was coming from. Giving Hermione an apologetic smile, he ran off towards the alarm, an irate witch close on his heels. As Hermione rounded the corner she saw a group formed around a broken doorway, no one making any move to enter.

"Miss," a nurse said, "You'll need to stay away, we have a security situation on our hands right now."

"Harry's missing!" Hermione repeated, "He's still feral and-"

"We know," the nurse interrupted, "And we've found him. That's why you can't come over here, we can't disturb him at this time."

"What do you mean?" Hermione demanded, trying to see over the group as someone repaired the door. Unfortunately the door was fixed before she got a glimpse of what was inside and as she watched several locking charms were cast as well as a few wards.

"Miss, Mr. Potter will be fine, you can leave now," the nurse said, attempting to herd her away, "A Healer will speak with you and the rest of Mr. Potter's emergency contacts later today."

Hermione sputtered indignantly as she was forced away from the room. She could only hope that whatever was happening, it was good.

X_x_X_x

Draco groaned softly as he finally regained consciousness. He felt like he had died and been brought back, though considering how he felt before it was quite the improvement. His head was pounding, his muscles felt as if they had recently been lit on fire, and he was far too hot for comfort, but at least his stomach was more settled and the world had stopped spinning. This he could live with, he just needed to get out from under his blanket and take a headache reliever.

Opening his eyes, the blond was met by a wall of black feathers. Yelping, Draco attempted to push the feathers away. Immediately an agitated twittering sounded behind him and he felt something tighten around his waist. Turning his head, Draco couldn't suppress a scream at the sight that met him.

"Mr. Malfoy," a voice called from behind the feathers as the creature holding him twittered again, "Please remain calm and still. My name is Healer Smith and I'll be helping you with this situation. I'm afraid Mr. Potter won't relinquish you or return to his human form until his magic settles in a few days. It would be best to keep his as calm as possible so that he doesn't see any of the Healers as threats. Do you have any questions I can answer for you?"

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Draco demanded, eyes fixated on the large, sharp beak that was apparently attached to Potter.

"Ah, well Mr. Malfoy, it would seem that you are Mr. Potter's mate. It would certainly explain why you had to be separated, what with your house arrest and all, but you two really should have told someone you'd bonded before you both nearly died."

"What do you mean I'm his mate?" Draco spat.

Harry twittered again, shifting until he was crouched over the blond with his wings still encasing him. Lifting his head, Harry stared at the Healer who was hovering by the door and hissed deeply before clacking his beak, his warning clear.

"Mr. Malfoy," the Healer said, "I must ask you to calm down before Mr. Potter attacks. If you didn't know you are his mate then I should explain. Mr. Potter recently came into his Veela inheritance, it would seem that the two of you have bonded without realizing it. Had Mr. Potter not managed to break into your room you would most likely have died as you weren't presenting the classic symptoms of a mate, but rather of a curse victim. Mr. Potter is currently feral and until the time that his instincts have been assured that you won't leave him again he will remain as such. It will help speed the process along if you are as friendly to him as possible and remain calm. If you don't try to escape he will revert to his human mind faster, though you should know that you can put a stop to anything he does fairly easily, so do not feel pressured into anything."

"What do you mean, anything he starts?" Draco asked as Harry hissed at the Healer once again.

"He will attempt to reassert your bond," the Healer said, "Every Veela does this in a different manner, so we can't be certain how he will. If it turns sexual you have every right to stop it."

"Sexual?" the blond yelled before wincing at the screech that Harry made.

Smith backed up quickly as Harry finally got off Draco and started advancing towards him, wings extended on either side of him and claws at the ready. "Please remain calm!" the Healer yelled, "I'll leave you alone now."

Harry hissed as the door was slammed closed, the sound of locking spells echoing through the room. Hissing at the door one last time, Harry turned back towards the clearly agitated blond. Crawling back into the bed, the brunet attempted to wrap his wings around him again.

"Oh no you don't, Potter!" Draco snapped, batting the wings away, "I will not be subjected to any of your advances. You can get off and sit over there."

Harry glanced where the blond was pointing briefly before twittering angrily. In a move so fast Draco could barely follow it, Harry had him pinned to the bed and wrapped in his wings once again. He was about to yell his indignation when the brunet began to coo and nuzzle into his neck, the lethal looking beak brushing against the bite mark Harry had left. Suddenly feeling very drowsy, Draco let the Veela rearrange him on the bed so they were spooning once again.

"Bloody wanker," Draco muttered, "Using your charms against me. Once you're Potter again I'll make you pay for this, just watch."

Harry simply continued to coo contentedly before he began to groom Draco's hair. The blond endured an overly cuddly Potter for almost an hour before the door opened once again. Lifting one wing slightly, Harry glanced over at the Healer standing there once again. Draco was rather relieved to see Smith, but Harry growled softly at the intrusion.

"Mr. Malfoy, I see you have managed to get Mr. Potter to calm down somewhat," Smith smiled benignly at the pair.

"Bloody prat calmed himself down," Draco muttered, glaring at the brunet briefly.

"Ah, well, be that as it may, I believe we can continue our earlier conversation. As I was saying, Mr. Potter will attempt to reestablish the bond between the two of you. This may turn sexual, but you have every right to refuse in that case and he will listen to you. You can not completely deny him contact as you also need it to survive at this point. Eventually you will feel the urge to reestablish the bond should you completely deny him. While he is still feral, Mr. Potter and yourself must remain in this room. There is a bathroom through that door and all meals will be delivered to you. Should you need any assistance simply ring the bell on your bedside table."

"What if I can't reach the bell?" Draco asked, eyes flicking to the brunet who was wrapped so tightly around him that he couldn't move.

"Then simply say Code V and it will trigger an alarm to alert a nurse. Do you have any other questions?"

"Yes," the blond sneered, ignoring the coo that Harry made in response, "How do we break this bond? I want to be free of this as soon as possible."

"I'm afraid that's impossible," Healer Smith said, his eyebrows rising in concern, "The bond has changed your magical core and is irreversible. Veela mate for life and their very magic makes it impossible for the bond to be destroyed or transferred."

"You mean if he dies I die?" Draco exclaimed in concern.

"For the time being, yes," Smith said, "But it's not a permanent situation. Once the bond is fully formed and stable your lives won't be tied to each other. Mr. Potter would likely go into decline should that happen, but neither of you would outright die because of the loss. Once the bond is stable you'll also be able to go longer periods of time without having to be in each other's presence."

"So as soon as this bond is reestablished, we'll be able to get away from each other?"

The Healer frowned deeply at that. "Mr. Malfoy, the bond being reestablished doesn't fully form or stabilize it. It simply gets you both out of danger. Only once you two have emotionally bonded will it be stable enough for you to go more than a few hours without each other. Even once it is stable you wouldn't be able to go more than two weeks without the other before falling ill, though it will no longer kill you."

Draco frowned at that, his eyes moving back to Harry who seemed to preen under his attention. He wasn't going to stay tied to the bloody Boy-Who-Lived if he could help it, there had to be a way to break the bond that wasn't lethal. Surely that mudblood Granger would help him as well, she could hardly be thrilled about this. He'd find a way, he wouldn't have his future and the Malfoy name ruined by this.

"I am famished," Draco announced, eyes moving back to the Healer.

"Of course," Smith said, a smile touching his lips once he saw that the blond wasn't going to throw a fit, "I'm glad to hear that. You haven't eaten in nearly five days now, so I would advise you to take it slow or you may vomit. I'll have some food sent in right away though. Good luck, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco sneered slightly at the Healer's back before settling himself more comfortably into the hospital bed, doing his best to ignore the fact that Harry cuddled in closer. He was going to flay the bastard once he no longer had a beak and claws. How could he have been so stupid as to agree to have sex right after coming into his inheritance? Bloody bastard must have wanted to bond. Well, Draco would just make his life miserable until they figured out how to reverse it.

A few minutes later the door cracked open again and a nurse appeared briefly to deposit a large covered tray. Rather than actually entering the room or putting the tray in a convenient place, she took only a few steps into the room, stopping once Harry shifted to stare at her, then placed the tray on the ground and left. Draco frowned as the locks sounded once again and was about to call her back and demand actual service when he was abruptly released. Harry stood and made his way over to the tray, circling it a few times under Draco's incredulous gaze. Glancing back at the blond as if to make sure that he wasn't going to suddenly spring up from the bed, Harry carefully removed the tray cover.

Draco moaned in appreciation at the smell that suddenly assaulted his nose. It wasn't even particularly delicious smelling, but after several days of nothing but water it was heavenly. Harry cocked his head slightly at the sound, but didn't seem disturbed by it. Daintily picking the tray up with his clawed hands, Potter brought the food over to the bed. With a bit of maneuvering, the brunet managed to get into the bed without spilling any of the tray's contents. The food itself was minimal, simply soup and bread, but it seemed like a feast to Draco. Reaching out for one of the dinner rolls, Malfoy jumped when his hand was batted away.

"What's the big idea, Potter?" Draco snapped.

Harry made the soothing cooing noise again before picking up the roll himself and breaking off a bit. Slowly his hand came up and moved towards Draco's face, his eyes cautious as if he expected to be denied at any moment.

It took a moment for the blond to realize what the Veela was doing, but when he did he barely suppressed a sneer. "You want to feed me?" he asked incredulously.

Harry nodded, his eyes lighting up as he moved the bit of roll closer to Draco's mouth expectantly. The blond eyed him for a moment before sighing and opening his mouth to accept the bit of food. If he hadn't been so hungry he may have put up a fight over it, but right now he just wanted something in his stomach. Once he got his strength back he'd make sure to put Potter in his place. Though if this was how Veela acted towards their mates all the time he may be able to turn this into an advantage. Having Potter wait on him hand and foot until he was able to get rid of the bond and move on with his life may be amusing. He'd have to have some fun with it while it lasted. If nothing else he was sure he could rub Potter's nose in it once he was back to his right mind, if the idiot even had a right mind.

Draco was rather smug as he allowed Potter to hand feed him the rest of his meal. He made sure he got the largest portion, eating almost two thirds of the food they'd been given before finally admitting that he was full. He didn't bother to offer to feed Potter in return, instead lounging back against the pillows in a disinterested manner. Draco noticed the way that the Veela's shoulders slumped when he did that, but he couldn't bring himself to care. If Potter wanted affection he should have chosen a mate who actually wanted more than a quick shag.

While Potter ate his food and sulked, Draco took a moment to actually inspect the room he was in. He noted absently that someone had changed him into a hospital gown, but was relieved that they had left his trousers on. The last thing he wanted was to give Potter a show every time he turned his back on him. The room itself was almost completely bare, only the bed, one chair, and the bedside table as furnishings. There were no windows, but two doors, the exit and the bathroom. Looking over at the bathroom door, Draco was reminded that he hadn't used the loo in who knew how long. His bladder suddenly feeling much more pressing than it had a moment earlier, the blond levered himself out of bed and stood on wobbly legs. Draco had only a moment to appreciate being upright again before he was swept off his feet by an agitated Veela.

"Put me down this instant!" Draco demanded, flailing against Harry's hold and receiving only an angry twitter in return, "Put me down or I will pee all over you, Potter!"

Green eyes lit up in understanding and Harry quickly strode towards the bathroom door, easily holding Draco in one arm as he opened it. The blond found himself being set down in front of the toilet, but Harry only took a few steps back and stared at him expectantly.

"Out," Draco said, pointing at the open door. When Harry only tilted his head in response, the blond scowled. "I know you can understand me," Draco hissed, "You damn well understood I have to pee. Now get out."

Harry seemed to puff up slightly before he grabbed Draco by the shoulders and spun him around to face the toilet. The blond let out an indignant squawk before squeaking as clawed hands grabbed the edge of his hospital gown and pulled it up. His hands moved down to grab Harry's wrists when he made to remove his pants as well.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Draco demanded as he tried to twist away.

Harry just cooed soothingly at him and nuzzled the side of his neck before tilting his head towards the toilet.

"You are NOT helping me pee!" Malfoy yelled, finally managing to get the brunet to let go of his pants, "I will not be a part of your weird fetishes!"

Harry huffed slightly but backed away none the less. He did not leave the room though, instead taking only a few steps back and crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at the blond. Draco couldn't help but squirm slightly under his gaze, he really had to relieve himself, but he refused to do so while someone watched.

"Leave!" Draco commanded again, Harry just raised an eyebrow at him. "At least turn around," he whined.

Huffing again, Harry turned his back on the blond. Draco noticed absently that Potter's feathers were standing on end, but he didn't contemplate it as he turned towards the toilet and finally relieved the pressure in his bladder. Sighing in relief, Draco flushed the toilet and tucked himself away. He was about to turn back around when he was swept off his feet once again. Harry nuzzled the side of his face before moving over to the sink and standing patiently.

"Put me down!" Draco demanded, eyes flashing dangerously. Harry just stared at him for a moment before tilting his head at the sink. "You want me to wash my hands while you hold me?" Draco asked incredulously, "Are you mental?"

When all he got was a blank stare, Malfoy sighed and eventually complied. Draco huffed as he was carried back into the the main room and carefully tucked back into bed. Harry stepped back to survey the blond and was obviously pleased with what he found despite the scowl he received. With a nod the Veela climbed into bed as well, pulling the tray of food into his lap. Glancing over at Draco as if to make sure he hadn't attempted to get out of bed, Harry started eating once again. The blond was fascinated and slightly disturbed by the way the brunet ate. His beak seemed to make it more difficult for him to drink, forcing the Veela to tip his head back to pour what remained of the soup down his throat. The bread seemed easier for him, he'd simply tear off bits of the rolls and toss it into his open mouth. He didn't chew either, simply swallowing whatever he put in his mouth.

An odd thought flashed through Draco's mind when he saw Harry swallow a particularly large bit of roll without gagging. He couldn't help but wonder if the lack of gag reflex was a normal occurrence for the brunet or something that only occurred in his Veela form. He found himself wanting to test it, wanting to hold Potter's hair in his fist as he thrust deep into a welcome and open throat. He could imagine so clearly the way Potter's eyes would be glazed over in lust as he enthusiastically received everything Draco had to give him. Coughing slightly, Draco shifted his gaze away from the Veela and placed his hands over his lap in an attempt to hide his growing arousal. He wasn't going to show the idiot how he was effected by his presence, he didn't want to encourage anything.

A soft, purring coo sounded in his ear and Draco tilted his head to stare into emerald eyes that were suddenly inches from his face. Startling badly, the blond watched as Harry cocked his head slightly before his gaze flickered down to Draco's hands. Draco could almost swear that the Veela actually smirked despite the beak before he suddenly found himself flat on his back with Potter hovering above him, his wings flared out behind him and a silvery aura emanating from him.

"Get off of me!" Draco yelled, eyes wide and slightly wild as he felt the effects of the Veela allure start to wash over him.

Harry paused for a moment before he seemed to deflate, his wings sagging down around his sides and he rolled away from the blond. Draco breathed a sigh of relief that quickly turned into a squeak when Potter cuddled up to his side, throwing a wing over Draco as he nuzzled into his neck. Once again the blond felt the strange calm wash over him as that dangerous beak brushed against the bite mark on his neck. Going limp, Draco grumbled half heartedly even as he allowed himself to be rearranged so that they were spooning together, only the thin hospital blanket separating their bodies.

X_x_X_x

Hermione hovered beside Mrs. Weasley, radiating worry as she watched Ron and George pace in front of her. It had been nearly two days since Harry had vanished into the locked room and they still hadn't heard anything about what had happened. From her own research she could only assume that Harry had managed to find his mate, but the hospital staff refused to give her any information. They kept saying that until all necessary parties were available they wouldn't be able to discuss the case. She desperately hoped that Harry had gotten to his mate. If he was still alone then there was little chance of him recovering and the meeting that the Healers had called today was likely to inform them of his death. She didn't know if she could stand to lose Harry, not after losing so many people in the war. Hermione had just started to wring her hands when the door opened, Healer Smith entering. She was about to question him when three more figures entered, one Auror and two platinum blonds.

"What are they doing here?" Ron spat, pointing at Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy accusingly.

"Please have a seat, Mr. Weasley," Healer Smith said, motioning towards the empty chairs lining the wall.

"I feel I must ask why they are here as well," Lucius asked, sneering at the Weasley's as he took a seat as far from them as possible, Narcissa sitting calmly at his side.

"Ah, yes," Smith started, "Well, if we could just get some privacy I will tell you." The Auror nodded slightly to him then stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. "The reason you are all here is very simple, you are each the emergency contacts of either Mr. Potter or Mr. Malfoy. It would seem that Mr. Malfoy is Mr. Potter's mate. The pair have been quarantined for the past two days as Mr. Potter calms down and their bond is re-established. We couldn't inform you until all parties were present due to hospital regulations. Now, this situation creates some-"

"Wait a minute," Lucius interrupted, the first of the group to get over their shell shock, "Did you say that my son is mated to Potter?"

"Yes, it would seem Mr. Potter is a Veela and that your son bonded to him."

"Impossible," Malfoy sneered, "My son would never allow himself to be tied to the likes of Potter. Clearly he's scheming to get into a pureblood family and-"

"Lucius," Narcissa interrupted, her smile bitingly sweet, "You know a Veela can't form a false bond." Giving her husband a quelling look she turned to the Weasley's, idly taking in the fact that Molly and Ron had turned a lovely shade of red. "Let me be the first to welcome you to the family," Narcissa said gratuitously, "I know how important you are to Potter, practically his family and now ours."

"Cissy," Lucius hissed, "You cannot tell me that you are supporting this."

"Lucius, our baby boy is as good as married, to a powerful magical creature as well. Of course I'm supporting this. Molly dear," Narcissa said, ignoring her sputtering husband, "I would love if you'd help me plan our boys' bonding ceremony."

Molly appeared to flounder for a moment before nodding slightly. "Yes," the redhead finally said, "That would be lovely."

"We can't actually be going along with this!" Ron erupted, "There has to be something we can do!"

"I'm afraid a Veela mating bond cannot be broken," Healer Smith said, "Any attempts will kill both of them, even after the bond has fully formed. Until the bond is fully formed they will need to remain close to each other or they will start to decline again. Once the bond is complete they can spend more time apart, though I doubt they will want to. I've already explained the situation to Mr. Malfoy and will explain it to Mr. Potter once he comes out of his feral state."

"I cannot simply sit by and allow my son to be tied to someone as lowly as Potter," Lucius hissed, "I will not rest until this bond is broken and he is-AH!"

The blond aristocrat yelled and grabbed his side as he turned to glare at his wife who was glaring right back. "You will not ruin my baby's happiness again!" she hissed, her blue eyes narrowing dangerously.

Paling dramatically, Lucius nodded mutely before sitting back in his chair and looking around innocently.

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Harry awoke feeling utterly content. Cuddling into the warm body in front of him he couldn't think of a place he would rather be at that very moment. He felt complete for the first time in his life, a hole he hadn't even realized was there finally filled. As his mind slowly began to actually process that he was awake, Harry realized there shouldn't be a body in his arms, that he most definitely did not usually have a bed mate. Opening his eyes, Harry stared dumbly at the mass of pale blond hair in front of his face. Sitting up, the brunet took a moment to register that it was Malfoy he had been cuddling up to quite contentedly only moments before.

"The hell?" Harry muttered, looking around and finally realizing that he was in a hospital room, "What happened?"

"You couldn't keep it in your bloody pants you fucking idiot!" Draco snarled, causing Harry to look down at him in surprise, "Now I'm tied to you until I can figure out a way to free myself."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, slipping out of bed at the hostile look he received from the blond. Glancing around, Harry was unable to find his glasses, something that didn't make him feel very safe considering the clear anger emanating from Draco.

"You're a bloody Veela!" Malfoy hissed, "You're a bloody Veela who accepted a shag in a bathroom and bonded to me! We almost died because you couldn't control yourself. Was that your plan all along, Potter? To tie yourself to me without my consent? Always wanted to be part of the upper class didn't you?"

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, backing away as Draco got out of bed and started to advance on him, "I'm not a Veela!"

"Oh, I beg to differ," Malfoy spat, "I've had to deal with your feral arse for the past two days! You were in full Veela mode and would not leave me alone! You're far to cuddly for my tastes Potter, I'll be glad to be free of you."

Harry didn't know why he did it, but in a second he was across the room, his lips firmly attached to Draco's. The blond responded enthusiastically, his hands coming up to tangle in Harry's hair and yank harshly. The pair crashed to the ground, Draco on top. The blond reared back to stare down at a slightly dazed looking Potter before snarling. Tugging off his hospital gown, Draco tugged his already aching erection out of his pants, fully intent on wanking himself off and coming on Potter's face. It seemed Harry had other ideas as he surged forward to take Draco into his mouth.

Moaning loudly, Draco fisted Harry's unruly black locks as he allowed himself to be pushed onto his back. He hissed slightly as the cool tile bit into his back, but quickly forgot about it as he found that the lack of gag reflex was not only present in Harry's Veela form. He practically screamed as the brunet took him to the root and sucked harshly, his callused hands gripping Draco's arse. Tightening his grip on Potter's hair, Draco thrust forward as hard as he could, relishing in the surprised noise that the brunet made.

Harry let the blond thrust into his mouth, his mind seemingly a thousand miles away. All he wanted was for Draco to come, to swallow everything that the blond had to offer. It was as if his entire being was focused on that one objective, his very magic screaming for it. He didn't even notice the way their magic was swirling around them, all he could think about was giving Draco as much pleasure as possible.

Draco came with a shriek, his seed shooting down Harry's receptive throat. The blond fell limp and stared up at the ceiling as Harry crawled up to lie beside him, panting harshly. "What the fuck just happened?" Harry eventually asked.

"Fuck you," Draco sneered, clearly not interested in actually talking, "Go ring the bell on the table and bugger off."

Harry glared half heartedly at the blond as he struggled to his feet. He watched as Draco tucked himself away, but when he made no other move to stand finally looked around. Finding only a bedside table, Harry stumbled over to it and grabbed the bell sitting on it. Ringing it once, Harry cast it aside and sat on the bed. He watched as Draco finally sat up and grabbed his previously discarded hospital gown before his attention was diverted by the door opening.

"Oh," the nurse standing there said, "You're back then Mr. Potter. I'll let the Healer know right away."

Harry eyed the now closed door wearily before turning his attention back to Draco. The blond had finally pulled himself completely off the floor and was getting back into his hospital gown. The blond seemed to sense Harry's gaze and sent him a scathing glare before seating himself in the chair along the wall with a sense of refinement that Harry doubted he'd ever be able to achieve. Harry couldn't help but fidget under the continued glare he was receiving from Draco. For some reason the blonde's clear rejection was eating him up inside. The sense of contentment that he'd had upon waking was completely gone now, replaced with a deep foreboding.

Harry lasted almost a minute under Draco's hateful stare before he couldn't take it any longer. Crossing the room, the brunet felt a twitching sensation in his back, but he ignored it in favor of the astonished look on Draco's face.

"Oh no you don't!" the blond cried, "I am not dealing with you going back into your Veela mind! Stop it this instant!"

"What are you talking about?" Harry demanded as he came to stop in front of Draco.

"Look at your shoulders you bloody wanker."

With a long suffering sigh the brunet glanced back only to do a second take when he noticed the silky black wings sprouting from his back. Gaping at the new appendages, Harry found he couldn't make a noise even when he tried. It's only when Draco snorts at his gob smacked expression that he manages to tear his eyes away from the glossy feathers. Emerald eyes land on the sour looking blond and without a second thought Harry climbs into Draco's lap and wraps his wings around the now angry blond.

"What do you think you're doing Potter?" Draco demands.

"Shut up," Harry grumbles as he lays against Draco's chest, "I can't help it."

"You most certainly can," the blond insists, pushing ineffectively at Potter's wings, "You're not feral anymore, get off me."

"Oh!" a startled voice said, "I thought Mr. Potter had come out of his feral mindset."

"He has," Draco called back, "He is human again and still won't leave me alone."

"Ah, well then, Mr. Potter, if you would please get off Mr. Malfoy for a moment I'd like to examine your magical core. You'll be able to get right back on him as soon as I'm done."

Harry was about to stand up, oddly comforted by the promise that he could imprison Draco in his wings again when the blond decided to ruin it. "He most certainly cannot!" Draco hissed, "I want him off!"

Harry hissed angrily at the declaration, closing his wings more tightly around the blond and hunkering down, fully intent on holding on as long as possible. Burying his face in Draco's neck, Harry hung on for dear life as the blond snarled and attempted to push him away. He couldn't explain why he was clinging, but he knew that everything depended on keeping his grip.

"Mr. Malfoy!" the voice outside Harry's wings called, "Please don't attempt to push Mr. Potter away! You'll send him back into a feral state if you openly reject him like this!"

Draco stilled at that, eyes shifting to glare at Harry for a moment before he sighed heavily. Tilting his head back to allow the Veela full access to his neck, Draco went limp. Harry couldn't stop the coo that bubbled out of his throat when it became clear that he wasn't going to be denied, but he also didn't move off the blond either. There was no way that Harry was going to give Draco the chance to change his mind and flee, his entire being was focused on making sure that didn't happen.

"Mr. Potter, could you please lower your wings so I can speak with you?" the disembodied voice asked, "You don't have to reveal Mr. Malfoy to me, just allow me to see your face."

Harry hesitated for a moment before carefully shifting his wings so that he could peer through a gap at the Healer, eyeing him critically. He seemed nonthreatening enough, but Harry wasn't going to take any chances and let him actually see Malfoy. He couldn't quite explain his need to hide Draco from the Healer, but right now every fiber of his being was screaming that the blond was his alone and that he must not give anyone the chance to steal him away.

Seeing suspicious green eyes glaring up at him, the Healer smiled benignly. "Ah, Mr. Potter, I'm Healer Smith. I've already explained the situation to Mr. Malfoy, but I was wondering how much you know about what is going on."

"I'm apparently a Veela," Harry said, his voice clipped with an undertone of a growl.

"Yes, that's true," Smith smiled slightly, "You came into your inheritance recently, most likely on your last birthday."

"I thought people got their inheritances when they turned seventeen," Harry interrupted, a frown marring his face.

"Veela can come into their inheritance any time between the ages of fourteen and twenty five," the Healer said, "It almost always occurs on a birthday, but has been known to happen outside of it on a rare occasion. When a Veela comes into their powers depends on a multitude of factors and can be very difficult to predict. Everything from stress to magical strength to sexual activity can trigger or delay the inheritance, there's really no way to tell what caused you to come into yours at eighteen. It doesn't particularly matter why you came into your powers, only that you have and that you have inadvertently bonded with Mr. Malfoy here. Now that you're mated there are some things that you will need to do in order to complete the bond and regain magical stability."

"What if we want to break the bond?" Draco asked, a sneer crossing his face as he glared at Harry once again. Harry immediately closed the gap in his wings, cutting off the only possible way for the blond to escape as he buried his face in the nape of Draco's neck.

A sigh was heard from outside the wall of feathers before the Healer continued. "Mr. Malfoy, I've already told you that it is impossible to break the bond. Now please desist from antagonizing Mr. Potter. Now, what you need to do in order to complete the bond is form the appropriate emotional attachments to each other. Most Veela and Mate couples form the emotional bond first so that once they consummate their mating they don't have to worry about it. For all mated couples there is a period of magical instability. During this time you will need to spend as much time as possible with each other so that your magics can keep each other in check. Prolonged separation will cause you both to go into magical shock again. Once the emotional bond is formed this instability will go away and you will be just like any other mated couple."

"When you say spend time together, do you mean see each other once a day or can we get away with every other day?" Draco asked, ignoring the angry growl that Harry produced.

"I mean you will need to live together," Smith said, his voice becoming impatient, "You will need to sleep in the same room, preferably the same bed. You cannot spend less than ten hours a day together, though I would recommend spending much more. The bond simply will not let you stay apart, your magic will make you come together until you form an emotional bond. The bond will not affect your emotions or thoughts, simply force the proximity that will create a full bond. I have already spoken to the Aurors about the situation and unfortunately due to Mr. Malfoy's house arrest he will not be allowed to move in with you, Mr. Potter. You will both need to move into the Malfoy Manor until you have completed the bond."

"Wait," Harry exclaimed, opening a hole in the wall of feathers to stare at the Healer in alarm, "I have to go to Malfoy Manor?"

"That's what he just said you twit," Draco sneered.

"I don't want to go back there," Harry insisted, ignoring the blonde's remark, "Can't he come to Grimmauld Place and serve his house arrest there?"

"I'm afraid not," Smith said, "The wards of Malfoy Manor have been specifically keyed for the sentence. In order for Mr. Malfoy to be relocated the wards would have to be completely torn down at both of your residences and rewritten. While it is possible, I'm afraid the Ministry simply is not willing."

"I don't think that the Malfoy's will allow me into their home," Harry tried, memories of his brief imprisonment surfacing.

"Actually, Lord and Lady Malfoy are thrilled at your bonding, I believe Lady Malfoy is currently planning a wedding for you two."

"What?" Draco demanded, fighting his way out of Harry's wings to stare at the Healer, "My mother is going along with this?"

"Indeed she is," Smith smiled slightly, "I'm sure you will both feel right at home. Now, the arrangements have been made to move you both tomorrow night so that you will have another day to allow your magic to stabilize and for Harry's instincts to settle down. I'll provide you with some reading on Veela bonds and powers in the mean time, but I suggest you take the time to get to know each other."

Both males watched in silence as the Healer left the room, closing and locking the door after him. Harry glanced over at Draco, noticing the exceptionally sour expression on his face and wilting slightly. While he fully understood the blond not wanting to be tied to him, he couldn't bring himself to regret it. A part of him rejoiced at the knowledge that he had a mate, that he had a family that couldn't leave him. That part was already beginning to scheme and plan ways to get Draco to love him, but he knew it would be difficult. Harry may almost have been sorted into Slytherin, but Draco was a snake through and through. If either of them was going to scheme their way into what they wanted it would be the blond. Still, Harry was going to try.
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