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Fairest Creatures	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 22177 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Thirty-One—Wider Dreams
“Harry! Sorry to wake you so early, but I had to tell you what I found!”
Harry made a show of rubbing his eyes and yawning, but that wasn’t effective in deterring Hermione. It never had been. She slowed in her tumble through the Floo when a half-naked Draco sat up from behind Harry, though.
“Oh.” Hermione blinked rapidly and ran her hand through her hair. “I didn’t think that you might, ah, have company.”
“Of course you didn’t, Granger.” Draco draped his wing over Harry’s shoulders, concealing the naked part of both their chests, and gave her an amused smile. Harry thought someone would have to be as close as he was to feel the tremors of anger that shook Draco. “Harry’s only a mated Veela with an insatiable lover. Why should you think he would be busy?”
Hermione flushed, and Harry rolled his eyes. “It’s, what, four in the morning? We wouldn’t be busy then. And you’re not insatiable, Draco.”
Draco thought about it, then nodded. “You’re right. I mixed up the words. I should have said irresistible.”
“Whatever you meant,” said Hermione hastily. “I found some regulations and paperwork on the Aurors working with Veela, Harry. I mean, I think it’s pure-blood Veela, like the ones here, not you and Fleur, but still.”
Draco leaned forwards. “Prejudice towards transformed Veela isn’t something that most outside schools and the culture itself understand. Show us what you found, Granger.”
Hermione rolled her eyes—Harry had to admit Draco’s tone had sounded like a lord commanding the peasants—but she finally reached into her pocket and pulled out a rolled stack of parchment. When she laid it on the table, she also waved her wand over it so it enlarged and they could read it without getting out of bed.
Harry shifted, and found Draco’s wing curling around him almost hard enough to strangle him or break the feathers. He sighed and leaned back against him. This time, Hermione had judged well. Draco wasn’t letting him out of the bed while she was in the room.
“It’s pretty simple, actually,” Hermione explained, pushing her thicker hair back from her face so she could smile at the parchment. “Veela aren’t allowed on most criminal actions because they might break rules or enchant the Aurors…but once the criminals are dangerous enough, they’re valued because their allure can take down some criminals harmlessly.”
“I’m not sure that I want Harry using his allure on anyone but me.”
Harry turned his head to nuzzle at Draco’s chin. Draco promptly sat up and chirped, fanning out his wings and looking at Hermione as if to say that she didn’t have what he did. Harry flushed, Hermione rolled her eyes, and Draco shook his head and continued, “Do we have to use our allure?”
“Well, other powers would work if you have them, too.” Hermione shrugged. “Allure is just the one everyone knows about, and that’s the reason it’s mentioned the most in the official records. I don’t mean to come between you and your mate, Malfoy. I’m only telling you what I think the most likely route to official acceptance is.”
Harry noticed how careful and formal her voice had become, and glanced at Draco. “Calm down,” he whispered when he noticed the way that Draco was watching Hermione. “She’s one of my dearest friends.”
“That means she knew you when you were human. She might think she has a claim. Since she knew you before you were my mate.”
“I’m yours now. The past doesn’t matter. Or we would have to spend all our time arguing over which of us was responsible for things that happened at Hogwarts. I’d rather do this.”
Harry took Draco’s chin in one hand and kissed him. Draco relaxed at once, falling back onto the pillow, and Harry went with him, winding one of his own wings around Draco’s chest and waist. He wasn’t going to snarl and hiss at Hermione the way Draco did, but he did feel strongly about who got to see his mate half-naked.
When Draco was a puddle of melted muscles and moans under Harry’s hands, Harry shook his head a little and sat back up. “You were saying?” he asked Hermione, who stood with her back politely turned and her eyes on the fire.
“You don’t have to use allure.” Hermione glanced at them sideways and seemed to feel reassured enough to turn around again. “You can use that Shriek you told me about, or any other power you have. Your wings and claws. But there are a lot of dangerous cases where the regulations don’t let the Aurors get close in case they get injured, you know that.”
Harry nodded thoughtfully. He had been on cases like that, where Aurors yelled at each other not to let a Dark wizard or a smuggler or someone who had been chopping off body parts to use in potions escape, but couldn’t venture close in case one of them got cursed themselves. Harry had usually broken the rules and come up with something brilliant and unorthodox, which was one reason for his high solve rate.
But now, he could be that brilliant and unorthodox thing. It was one of Hermione’s best ideas.
He smiled at her and touched the back of his wing to Draco’s neck when Draco started to sit up again and sounded like he might have objected. “Do you think Kingsley would go for this? He sounded pretty sincere about my not coming back when we spoke through the Floo the other day.”
Hermione gave him a pretty, innocent smile, the kind that encouraged people to underestimate her in the field of magical law all the time. “Kingsley will be fine with it. Or he’ll be having a little talk with me about a discrimination lawsuit and the kind of damage it would do the Ministry if he refused to hire you back.”
Harry laughed. “I think he would give up when he realized that he was going to be facing you in court.”
Hermione looked pleased. “Thank you, Harry. That’s sweet of you to say.”
“But what if Harry doesn’t want to go back?” Draco interrupted, his face stern. Only the wing moving in agitation behind his neck told Harry how anxious he really was. “We’ve already discussed that. He could be a consultant, but not an Auror. He doesn’t want to, and I don’t want him to.”
“This would still be more like a consultant than anything else,” said Hermione soothingly. From the way she was watching Draco, Harry thought she had probably done some reading about Veela and how to approach their mates. “He would be able to choose the cases he wants to work on. And he could refuse if one was too dangerous.”
“And there would be room for two Veela, as well as one?”
“I think you would have to undergo some training,” said Hermione cautiously. “I thought Harry would be a good fit for this because he already has Auror training.”
“That’s all right.” Draco’s eyes were burning, and his hand rested mock-casually on Harry’s shoulder. “You can’t think of everything, Granger.”
“But would you be willing to go to training?”
“Far more willing than I would be to let my mate fly into danger without me.”
Hermione studied Draco for a second. Harry held his breath. He wanted his friends to get along with his mate. He hadn’t known how badly he wanted it until he saw why and how it might not work.
“All right,” Hermione said. “I know some former Aurors who provide that kind of training. Mainly to dueling students, but they would be intrigued by the challenge of working with a transformed Veela, I think.”
“Good.” Draco smiled. “And of course, Harry can do some training of me, too.” His hand slid down Harry’s chest.
“Not in anything right now,” Harry told him, catching his wrist and gently urging his hand away. Draco pouted, but lay obediently back against the pillows. “I want you to be serious about this, Draco. Does it sound like something good for both of us?”
“It’ll have to be, won’t it?” Draco’s eyes had that familiar stubborn glint that Harry had seen during Lavaliere and Kevin’s trial. “Because I won’t let you go into danger on your own. That’s always going to be true. And it would be true even if it didn’t affect my life, too.”
Harry kissed the center of his palm and faced Hermione again. “Thanks for finding this, Hermione. We were going to make the Aurors accept us as consultants, but we didn’t really know how to do it.”
Hermione’s mouth firmed into a small smile. “I know. And it’s no problem, Harry. I would do a lot to make my friends happy.” She gave Draco a pointed look that Harry only got the meaning of when she spoke again. “And to keep them happy.”
“Then get ready to protect me, Granger. Because I’m essential to Harry’s happiness.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “I never thought you weren’t, Malfoy. I’m only saying…”
Harry listened carefully to the bickering that followed. To him, it sounded a lot like the way Ron and Hermione used to bicker with each other when they were kids, before they had started to notice each other as worthy of dating.
And since Harry had no worry that Draco would ever want to date Hermione, he could enjoy the unusual feeling of something going his way since the Veela transformation. Draco and his friends could get along. His life would be a lot better because of that.
He actually fell asleep before Hermione left, and he knew that the small smile on his face didn’t completely come from the warmth of Draco’s wing wrapped around him.
*
Of course, the next morning made up for things going well with a vengeance.
There had apparently been an essay in Testig’s class that Harry had completely forgotten about, strange as it was to him that he could. She gave him silent glances of contempt when he tried to defend himself, and in the end, Harry decided that he would simply have to write the essay and see if he could turn it in later.
And there were stares and whispers when he and Draco went to lunch, too. Harry turned demandingly at Draco to explain that one. Draco snorted and draped a wing over his shoulders again in response.
“They’re envious of us,” he said aloud, so that everyone could hear them as they walked into the dining hall. “They know that they’ll never have a bond with their mates as strong as the one we have.” And he preened and strutted, seeming confident that all the mutters around them were merely of awe.
That’s the exact attitude that’ll make us more enemies among the pure-blood Veela, Harry thought in frustration, but he didn’t really want to try to get Draco’s smile to dim, either. He only leaned his head on his shoulder and let Draco feed him most of the cut fruits, vegetables, and bread that he seemed determined Harry should eat.
And then came the afternoon, when Professor Helios came up to them as they stepped out of a history class and told them that the time had come to see if they could control their powers when they were apart from each other.
“Of course it’s easy to control your allure when you’re right next to your mate and not thinking about wanting anyone but him,” said Helios, his voice a little condescending. Harry wondered if it was because Draco was holding his hand in the middle of the corridor, and wouldn’t let Harry pull it away no matter what happened. “It’s going to be harder when you’re apart even the length of a room.”
“I don’t want someone to steal him,” Draco said simply. He didn’t move a step from Harry’s side, even though Helios was gesturing him towards one of the outer doors of the school.
“No one will steal him.” Helios studied Draco’s face for a second, and then shook his head. “Are you worried that the enemies who used Lavaliere will attack? They will not. We are aware of them now, and the Honored Inquisitor is handling them.”
“She wasn’t before.”
“She is now.” Helios clapped his wings when Draco remained steady and immovable. “Mr. Potter, will you reassure him that you’re not going to disappear? You don’t have to go out of sight of each other, if you wish. To opposite ends of the corridor, and then attempt to focus your allure on me, Mr. Potter, with no more intention than making me move a step forwards.”
Harry cleared his throat as he remembered the way that Helios had almost attacked him when his allure went out of control before. “Are you sure, Professor? I mean, ah—”
“Yes, that was embarrassing, wasn’t it?” Helios agreed calmly, without a sign that he was actually embarrassed by the recollection. “But that will make it a good test now. If I don’t respond in that same way, then we’ll know for sure that your allure is mastered.”
Harry grimaced a little, but ignored the way that Draco’s wing tried to remain heavily draped across his shoulders, and eased back a little. “If you’re sure that you want to try this, Professor…”
“I’m sure we must.”
“Then let’s get on with it,” Harry muttered, not daring to glance at Draco as he walked towards the far end of the corridor.
Draco stood still for a few seconds, and then backed towards the far doors. His spine remained straight, his wings out and quivering, and he never took his gaze from Harry. Harry was sure that he would hear about this later. For now, though, he had to focus on Professor Helios’s encouraging expression.
“That’s right,” Helios said. “Think about what you want me to do. Bend all your thoughts on that. Think of focusing your allure like a light, if that will help.”
Harry swallowed. Now that he was thinking about it, instead of thinking about Draco or classwork, he could feel the allure wavering and flickering around him like a flag tossed by the wind. He hoped that he would be able to make it do what he wanted.
I want Draco beside me.
Well, they could get together again the moment he had done what Professor Helios had demanded. And it was true that it wouldn’t be much good for their future plans if Harry had to have Draco right beside him to control the allure. What would happen if he arrived at an Auror case just a few minutes before Draco?
“When you’re ready, Mr. Potter.”
Come to me, Harry called to Professor Helios, and then flinched as he watched his eyes glaze over. There was just something wrong about seeing that expression on the face of anyone but his mate. But not much. Just one step. That’s all I want. That’s all I command you to do, he added hastily, in the privacy of his mind.
He had no idea if he was doing it right. He wished that Professor Helios had taken some time to explain it further.
Helios tottered one step towards him. His wings were stirring now, but nothing compared to the fast, shimmering beat of Draco’s wings.
Harry sighed and attempted it again. On the one hand, he didn’t want to let his allure escape his grip; on the other hand, there would be a problem if it was too weak, because then he couldn’t make criminals do what he wanted. He backed up a step, and focused again, trying to envision Professor Helios being caressed by his will and the allure together. I backed up. That means you have to come towards me again.
Helios came forwards another step.
Harry shuddered in relief and let go of the allure. It was too bloody disturbing, having to control his professor like that, and watching him stumble and look around him with glazed eyes. Besides, Draco was making a noise that resembled a shriek being barely muffled by his mouth, and Harry thought that he should probably get to him before someone’s hands or head got torn off.
“You are much more in control of it than you were,” said Helios, with a faint nod. “That’s better than I expected, Mr. Potter.” He watched the way Harry skimmed past him and landed next to Draco, reaching out to trace his cheekbones with the tips of his wings. “You will have to be able to spend longer periods of time apart from your mate, you know.”
Harry swallowed. He did know that, and the knowledge shouldn’t shake him to the core as much as he did. But they had time to practice before they tried contacting the Aurors about becoming special additions to cases.
And for now, the warmth and weight of Draco against his shoulder was all he needed. So he could even nod to Helios and close his eyes, and snuggle closer.
We’ll get there. But for now, we need each other.
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