Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

The One Who Saves Him	By : annonene Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own in any way own the Harry Potter fandom and anything associated with it, be it characters or places, I make no money from this in any way

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
Disclaimer: Owning nothing. characters places names.

Thanks all.

Draco looked around the kitchen of the twin’s apartment. He was so screwed. He absently patted the holster his wand was usually in, feeling naked without it. They had demanded it upon entrance, and seeing as he needed their help, he had been as accommodating as possible. As much as he hated doing this Draco wasn’t stupid, he needed these people if wanted a flying chance with Potter. They were the most important people in his life, thus getting on their good side would work in his favor.

“Where’s P…Harry?” he asked innocently.

“Asleep. ” Was the terse answer he got as the twins took seats in front of him, with Ron leaning in the doo way and Granger took the other chair.

“Explain yourself. ” Draco raised an eyebrow at Granger.

“What’s there to explain?” He said haughtily.

“I’m a veela. ” Ron frowned.

“How are you a veela?” Hermione asked and Draco leaned back in his chair throwing her a disdainful look.

“Most pureblood families have at some time or other mated with magical creatures with the belief that this somehow made the bloodline stronger, purer. It’s a practice that has since died out, but the results remain. Which is the root of my problem; it seems one of my ancestors’ mated with a veela and passed the gene down to me.

“You family carries the veela gene. ” Hermione said in a strange tone. Draco threw her a disgusted look.

“Obviously” he took a sip of his tea before continuing,

“Usually the gene is recessive or dormant, but I was unlucky as it seems my mother also carries the gene. She’s a quarter veela. ” He sighed tiredly.

“Without going further into genetics, I found out on my birthday that I’m a half veela. ” Hermione smiled.

“Hence the new look. ” She looked him over taking note of the obvious changes. Gone was the skinny almost effeminate little boy to be replaced one of the most gorgeous male specimens she had ever laid eyes on. She’d admit it, even if it was Malfoy. He now stood at a surprising 6’2; his shimmery white blood hair falling around his matured and breathtakingly perfect face, his eyes had gone from grey blue to startling silver that seemed to pull you in. His body had filled out, giving him that broad chested look that girls (and boys) loved. Her eyes traveled from his strong shoulders down to his muscled thighs encased in those tight jeans, mentally cataloging each and every change.

“Take a picture Granger, it'll last longer. ” She flushed and looked back to his face. Ron just threw him a dirty look.

“Now that we’ve got the back story,” Ron cut in,

“What does this have to do with you groping Harry in a dark club?” Draco sighed.

“Are you really that obtuse Weasel? I’ve said it three times in the past hour. Potter. Is. My. Mate. ” He said as if talking to a simpleton.

        Hermione cut Ron off before he could answer.

“What exactly does that mean?”

“Veela’s are extremely proud powerful creatures, often times continued dark. They are territorial, vain, selfish and often times a danger to their surroundings. Each veela has a mate. A supposed perfect match the other half of their soul and all that. ” He said somewhat sarcastically.

“These mates are the only people capably of calming them as an enraged veela is a very very dangerous thing. The mate controls and calms their veela, curbing their more dangerous tendencies serving as a buffer between them and the world. ” Ron snorted.

“Kind of like getting a dog. ” Draco snarled slowly rising from his chair. Fred moved between them.

“Ronniekins never insult a veela and Malfoy calm down, he didn’t mean it. ”

“Yes I d…”

“Ronald shut up. ” Hermione cut in. “He didn’t mean it Malfoy. ” She said watching as the blonde boy reined in his temper.

“He pulled back that impeccable Malfoy composure.

“Where were we?” Hermione smiled.

“Explaining what a veela’s mate was for. ” He nodded.

“As I was saying, the veela can only be with that one person. I’d die without him. ”

“But you and Harry are so different. ” Draco gave a small smile,

“Opposites attract. Plus Potter is powerful. ” He smiled as he recalled the taste of that power how it felt.

“Immensely so. Veelas are attracted to power and it rolls off Potter in waves, heating my blood till it’s nearly impossible to be near him without touching, or tasting” He took a deep breath reining himself in, his eyes an incandescent glow.

“He’s perfect for me. ” He looked down into his cup.

“I…I need him?” He looked up at him a strange glint in his eye.

“I’m not happy about it either. But there is nothing I can do about this pull. This idiotic need to be near him. ” Fed’s smile was almost sympathetic,

“That’s why you claimed him tonight?” He nodded,

“I saw him and i… I could not resist. ” Technically he wasn’t lying. He stated out knowing exactly what he was doing and with a plan, but the boy’s taste, his smell it had been too much.

“This claiming?” asked the muggle born,

“What is it?”

“Does it matter?” Ron cut in, “Harry won’t agree, so you’re toast Malfoy. ”

      Draco didn’t hide his smirk, “He has no choice. The bonding has started, he’ll feel the pull and fighting it would be…unpleasant, for both of us. The claiming is the fist step in bonding between a veela and his/ he mate. It sets everything in motion, linking us together in a physical way, by allowing the veela to bring him to completion for the first time the mate shows he trusts him with his body and his pleasure, the veela cements this by melding their magic together just as he/ she climaxes, the veela marks him/he, cementing the relationship and claiming ownership. After that there is no turning back. ”

All four glared at him and Weasley had his wand out.

“You practically molested him Malfoy! He didn’t ‘allow’ you to anything. ” Hermione put an arm atop Ron’s.

“Don’t?” He gave her an incredulous look.

“Why?!”

‘Because, he’ll get his just desserts,” said Fred.

“This is gonna come back to bite him in the arse. Hard. ” His bother finished.

            Draco shrugged,

“He’ll be pissed, but he’ll get over. ”

“No he won’t. ” Hermione said, “He won’t because you did what Harry hates the most. ” Draco grimaced at that mental picture. Him doing the dark lord. Yuck.

“Oh no I didn’t Granger. ” She wrinkled her nose catching on.

“Don’t be disgusting Malfoy. ”

“Not that Ferret,” Ron put in, “You took away his choice. ” He said smirking in an almost slytherin way.

“Harry hates that more than even you or he-who-must-not-be-named. ”

Draco’s head hit the table with a thump. Oh he was so screwed.
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The One Who Saves Him