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The Roundabout Way	By : kelle611 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 18532 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. No profift was made from this.

Chapter List
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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 This is the last bit of the story that won't be edited in the future. I kind of ran out of time to do everything I wanted for the fest, so a lot of stuff got cut out after this point. I'll be posting the revised and full version eventually, but I'm terribly busy at the moment with multiple other fests. Comments are love and any feedback is highly appreciated.

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.

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Harry fidgeted as he got dressed the next day, eyes glued to his mate. Draco hadn't said a single word to him since Healer Smith had dropped off their reading the day before, in fact the blond seemed to be pretending that Harry didn't exist at all. The only time that Draco had even acknowledged that he was there was when they had come together in another rather desperate lust. Harry had found himself straddling Draco as the blond gnawed on his neck, grinding against him until they both came. Harry had been more than happy to cuddle afterwards, but had found himself pushed aside as the blond went to shower, all the while muttering about overly hormonal Veela.

At the very least Harry had gotten a good bit of reading done while the blond ignored him and had learned some very interesting things about his heritage. For one, he now knew why he had ended up with Draco down his throat and then straddling him. Veela were incredibly sexual and needed the contact from their mate, their mate's sexual release would actually feed their magic and help stabilize them both. While Draco was pushing him away it strained their connection and as soon as their magic was approaching a dangerous level of stress the bond would throw them both into an irresistible lust. Harry had known the exact moment that Draco had read the passage detailing that little tid bit, he'd had a book thrown at him and the blond had locked himself in the bathroom after a tirade of expletives.

Now all Harry had to do was wait until they got to Malfoy Manor and for Draco to calm down. He was certain that it was just the shock of it all that was making the blond so abrasive to the whole thing. Merlin knew Harry was having a hard time taking it all in, if it hadn't been for his instincts making him feel so complete he would likely be the one throwing just as big a fit. Now that he thought about it, Harry had to admit that if it had been him who found himself bonded to a magical creature without his knowledge or consent he'd probably be just as angry as the blond.

Harry's train of thought was broken when the door opened to reveal a pair of Aurors. The brunet had to fight to urge to take out his wings once again and shield Draco, he knew they weren't a threat and he'd only just managed to put them away a few hours ago. Still, he didn't like the fact that his mate had to be escorted to his own home, didn't like that anyone could dictate what he did. The Aurors gave him a kind smile before they turned stony faced and went onto either side of the disinterested looking blond. Harry nearly had a fit as his mate was surrounded, every instinct in his body screaming to protect what was his.

"Gentlemen," Healer Smith said as he came into the room, "Please step aside or you will have a very angry Veela at your throats in a moment."

Both Aurors looked startled before quickly backing away from the blond, eyes firmly glued on a fuming Harry. As soon as they had backed away the brunet was at Draco's side, his hands running over him in an attempt to check for wounds he knew wouldn't be there. Draco sighed heavily and batted the questioning hands away before turning to the Healer.

"Can we please get out of here?" the blond drawled, hand swatting Harry's arm away as it came up to wrap around his shoulders, "I'd like to return to a more comfortable setting."

"Of course," Smith said, eyes shifting to the Aurors, "You are aware how to act around a newly mated Veela aren't you?"

"Of course," one of the Aurors grunted, "We've been properly trained. We'll be taking a portkey back to Malfoy Manor. We'll need to make contact with your mate, Mr. Potter, but we will make no move to harm him. Should you require us to back away we will do so immediately."

Harry eyed the large man critically for a second before glancing at his partner. Taking a deep breath, the brunet wrestled his instincts back under control. "I'm sorry," Harry said, "I don't have the best control at the minute. A portkey won't work for me, I don't react well to them and I would probably curse someone as soon as we landed. Can we...can we use side along?"

"I'm afraid Mr. Malfoy must use the portkey," the original Auror said, "The wards will only accept him under those circumstances. You can side along with me while my partner takes Mr. Malfoy via portkey or Apparate yourself outside the wards and be let in as soon as we arrive."

Harry bit his lip as he glanced over at the blond. He didn't want to let Draco out of his sight or let a stranger have any kind of contact with him, but there was no way he could take a portkey, it was too likely to cause flashbacks to the graveyard from fourth year. He'd likely end up pinning Draco to the closest flat surface as soon as he arrived in order to get his scent all over the blond, but it was the best option he had right now.

"I'll side along with you and Draco can take the portkey," Harry said, "Can we time this so that I'm out of contact with him for as short a time as possible?"

"Of course," the Auror said, smiling understandingly, "I understand that the bond is still fresh for you and that this is difficult, we'll do our best to minimize the trauma."

"Good, now that that's settled I have a short list of instructions for you Mr. Potter," Healer Smith interjected, "You'll need to follow this list and do the supplemental readings I have given you in order to gain control of your powers. If you have any questions feel free to owl me."

"Thank you," Harry said, nodding his head towards the Healer.

"Let's get this over with," Draco sneered as he held a hand out towards the Auror holding a Ministry seal that Harry assumed was the portkey.

Harry had to bite his tongue as the Auror took the blonde's hand. He almost lashed out when a hand came to rest on his shoulder, the other Auror taking hold of him for their trip. When the tug of side along apparition hit him he managed not to fight it by sheer will alone, but the few moments where he couldn't see Draco had his entire being screaming in protest. As soon as the world solidified around him Harry spun on the spot, eyes searching out his mate. Draco appeared a second later, still in the grip of the Auror. With a shriek the brunet flew forward, wings bursting through his shirt as he wrenched Draco from the startled man's grasp and pinned him to the closest wall, wings folding around him protectively. Breathing in Draco's scent, Harry buried his face in the blonde's neck and just held him.

"Get off me this instant, Potter," Draco hissed, "I was out of your sight for only a few seconds, there is no reason for you to lose your head over it. I will not tolerate you manhandling me like this."

Slowly Harry eased his wings away, eyes flicking over to the Aurors watching them cautiously. Nodding slightly to them in acknowledgement, the brunet stepped away from his mate and looked around, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm his wildly beating heart. They were in the entrance hall to Malfoy Manor, the marble not nearly as cold as it had once seemed. There were very little differences to the decor since Harry's last visit, but the oppressive mood seemed to have been lifted. The windows were opened to let in light, warming the room and bringing out the colors of the rugs and tapestries, the chandelier hanging from the ceiling throwing off little rainbows as the light played through the crystal.

"We'll be taking out leave now," one of the Aurors said, "Best of luck, Mr. Potter."

Draco sniffed slightly as the Aurors disapparated away before turning his attention back to Harry. "Well come on," he sneered, "I suppose I should announce you to my parents."

Harry just nodded, unable to form words as he continued to look around. It was truly amazing what a lack of Voldemort did for the manor, almost all the dread that Harry had felt at the thought of returning had washed away. Silently the Veela followed Draco through the halls of the manor, taking in the portraits of Malfoy's ancestors and the statues scattered about and tucking the wings he couldn't seem to put away against his back. Everything about the place screamed wealth, even with the restitutions that the family had been made to pay there didn't' seem to be anything missing. Harry supposed the Malfoy's already had very deep pockets, what they had to pay probably hadn't effected them at all.

"Mother, Father," Draco said as he came to stop outside a closed door, "Are you in there?"

"Draco dear," Mrs. Malfoy's voice called from inside, "Do come in."

Draco pushed open the large oak doors and walked into a lavish study with an air of confidence that Harry did not feel. Fidgeting in the doorway, Harry was suddenly very aware of the fact that his shirt was little more than a tattered rag thanks to the large black wings that he couldn't seem to will away. He almost felt like he was an intruder and in some ways he supposed he was. His own mate didn't want him there, at least not yet, and if the glare that Lucius was throwing his way was anything to go by the Malfoy patriarch didn't want him there either. Narcissa on the other hand seemed to be simply glowing with approval as she smiled sweetly at him.

"Harry, darling," the blond woman exclaimed, "It's such an honor to welcome you to the family. To have such a powerful creature choose to bond to our Draco, well I don't need to tell you how happy I am. I've begun to plan the ceremony for your official bonding already, I was thinking a spring wedding so that the bond between you two can fully settle."

"Mother," Draco interjected, a slight whine creeping into his voice, "We don't need you to plan a ceremony, there won't be one. I will be searching the library for a way to break this bond as soon as possible so that I may marry an appropriate witch and continue on the family name."

"That's exactly what-" Lucius began with a smirk.

"Lucius," Narcissa cut in sharply, "I'm sure that you'll agree with me that this bond is already appropriate. I'm sure Harry will bear a wonderful heir for the Malfoy line."

"I'm sorry what?" Harry asked, eyes fixed on the pleased witch, "How would I bear the heir?"

Harry almost blushed under the incredulous gazes of all three Malfoy's. "What do you mean?" Narcissa asked.

"I'm a man," Harry said as if it were obvious, "I can't bear children."

"Oh darling, you were raised by muggles weren't you? Well, you see Harry, Veela and powerful wizards are capable of carrying children with the help of a few spells. You are more than powerful enough on your own to carry, but with your added heritage you should have no problem. I'm sure the child will be lovely."

Harry made an odd noise in the back of his throat at the declaration, suddenly terrified of the calmly ecstatic glint in Narcissa's eye. He had a feeling that the witch was already planning exactly when he would be giving her a grandchild and he wasn't sure he was comfortable with that, hell, he wasn't sure he was comfortable with the thought of being able to carry a child at all. Deciding to file that particularly unpleasant thought away for later examination, Harry turned his gaze back to the very sour looking Lucius. His wings ruffled nervously before tucking more securely against his back.

"Hello Mr. Malfoy," the Veela said dully.

"Potter," Lucius sneered, "I suppose you're expecting a welcome of some sort?"

"I'm expecting a curse aimed at my head," Harry said truthfully.

"That can be arranged," the blond said.

"Well isn't this lovely," Draco drawled, eyes shifting between his father and Potter, "But as I'd rather not die from magical shock should my father kill you, I think it's best I get on with the tour. Mother, Father, it's good to be home and I shall see you at dinner. Potter, come."

"Uh," Harry said awkwardly, "Thank you for letting me stay here, it's very nice of you and-"

"I said come!" Draco called from out in the hall.

Waving slightly at the elder Malfoy's, Harry hurried after his mate, jogging down the hall to where Draco was waiting for him. With a sneer, the blond turned on his heel and marched away. Trailing after him, Harry let his gaze drift over his surroundings once again. The entire manor seemed to be made from the same stone, the grey marble sparkling softly in the light. While the dark and dreary mood that Voldemort's presence had created was indeed gone, there was still a distinct coldness to the place. The colors of the tapestries popped, but the sense of formality was almost oppressive. Harry's anxiety over being there began to return as a deep sense that he didn't belong began to over take him.

"Down that way is the kitchens," Draco said, his clear voice cutting through Harry's thought, "The house elves are the only ones to go down there. If you go across there you'll end up in the library and formal dining room. The informal dining room is just in there." Harry's gaze followed where Draco was pointing and saw some sort of solarium with a small table and several potted plants. Before he could get a good look Draco was off again. "My room is up these stairs, though I suppose I'll be forced to share it with you for the time being. Well come on, I don't have all day."

Harry trudged dutifully up the stairs behind the blond, shoulders slumping at the thought that he had to be put up with. Despite knowing that Draco had every right to be angry about the situation they were in, it still ate him up inside to know that he once again wasn't truly wanted. At least Draco couldn't shove him out of sight like the Dursley's did, but that didn't make it feel any better. Without realizing it, Harry reached out with his magic as his wings flared up slightly, framing his body in a sea of black feathers. At the top of the stairs Draco paused, turning slightly to look back at the Veela. Harry continued up the stairs until he stood in front of the blond, wings stretching out enticingly as he displayed for his mate. He had to suppress a smirk at the lustful look on Draco's face, the blonde's silver eyes fixated on the glossy black feathers.

"Your room, Draco," Harry prompted, eager to get to a bed.

"Huh," the blond murmured, "Oh, right, my room."

Draco seemed to have trouble tearing his eyes away from Harry's form, but managed to lead the way to the end of the hall. Opening a door, Draco ushered the brunet into a lavishly decorated room. The entire room was draped in various earth tones, shades of brown, green, and cream mixing effortlessly to create a warm environment. Against one wall stood a large wardrobe and vanity while on the other side of the room was a small sitting area, a couch up against the wall with a love seat and coffee table in front of it. The main feature of the room was a giant four poster bed, draped in rich chocolate fabrics and large enough to fit five comfortably.

Spreading his wings fully, Harry advanced on the blond. Draco's eyes were completely blown, the silver a barely visible halo surrounding black pupils. He seemed riveted by the site of the Veela approaching him, all his attention focused on Harry. The brunet preened under his mate's attention, coming up to run his hands over Draco's chest before leaning in and touching their lips together. The effect was instantaneous and Harry immediately felt arms wrap around his neck as the blond shoved his tongue into Harry's mouth. Purring happily, Harry let himself be led towards the large bed, fully intent on having a nice slow shag with his mate. So far all he'd had were quick, emotionless fucks that left him craving something more. He wanted to taste his mate, wanted to savor every moment of it.

Unfortunately it seemed Draco had other plans and Harry found himself spun towards the bed. The blond practically tossed Harry onto the plush mattress before crawling over him, eyes gleaming. The brunet was about to express his annoyance when Draco cupped him through his trousers. Groaning loudly, Harry let his head fall back as his wings stretched across the thick comforter, his legs parting to allow Draco to settle between them. The blonde's hand worked him over, rubbing forcefully and pulling deep groans and grunts from the pliant Veela.

"You like that, don't you?" Draco hissed, eyes burning as he stared down at Harry, "You like me touching you, like me controlling you. Should have known you were like this Potter, that you'd give yourself up to me. I'm going to take you, I'm going to own you, and you'll love every moment of it."

"Yes's," Harry hissed, eyes screwing shut as he writhed under Draco, "Yours, only yours."

"Damn right you're mine," Draco snarled, gripping Harry tightly, "I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name."

Harry cried out wordlessly at the declaration, his magic lashing out and shredding their clothing. He was panting heavily, completely overcome by the mere thought of Draco inside him, claiming him and using him. Without a second thought he rolled them, coming to rest on top of his rather indignant mate. Crushing their lips together, Harry didn't allow Draco a moment to protest. Stretching out a hand, Harry allowed his magic to search around him and smirked against Draco's mouth when he felt a tube land in his hand. Flipping open the lip of the tube, Harry glanced at it absently, noting with approval that they used the same brand of lube. Pouring the slick liquid onto his fingers, Harry reached behind himself to stroke Draco's length.

As soon as he felt Harry's hand on him Draco tried to turn them over again, but the Veela was having none of it. Using his wings to brace himself, Harry kept himself firmly on top as he slicked the length tapping his naked backside. Once he was satisfied that Draco was completely covered, Harry reared up aligning the blond with his entrance. Seeing the look of wide eyed surprise cross his mate's face, Harry didn't give him even a moment to protest before he slammed back down, taking Draco to the root in one go.

Crying out, Harry cringed on top of Draco at the sudden unbearable stretching. Draco seemed to be overcome by the sudden onslaught of sensation and didn't take notice to the fact that Harry's face was screwed up in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Panting slightly, Harry sent a silent thanks to his Veela heritage and the fact that it allowed him to survive his own stupidity. He was fairly certain Draco hadn't yet read the passage in the book Healer Smith had given them about how Veela were able to cope with a much rougher sex life than a normal witch or wizard, their instincts often driving them to do just what Harry had. Still, it hurt something fierce and Harry needed a moment to catch his breath.

Draco recovered quicker than Harry had, his hands seeking out the brunet's hips and gripping hard enough to bruise. Giving a quick thrust of his hips, Draco was rewarded by a sharp cry from the Veela straddling him and lips latching onto his. Harry began to move his hips slightly, the sharp pain fading away into a dull ache that was quickly being replaced by blinding pleasure. Relinquishing Draco's lips, Harry sat up fully, forcing the length inside him even deeper. Moaning loudly, Harry let his wings fan out around him as he began to ride the blond.

Draco stared up at him in awe, silver almost invisible around his pupils. He could definitely get used to this, the unmitigated pleasure of a Veela lover and the unquestionable beauty. Harry looked nothing short of angelic as he rode Draco's cock, something that sounded crass even in the blonde's mind. The way the brunet threw his head back with his eyes screwed closed was enthralling, the knowledge that he had caused that pleasure a huge ego boost for Draco. He could see the child that they would produce, it's blood more powerful than any Malfoy before it. He could bond fully with Potter, he could be happy...

It was when the thought of staying with Potter flitted across his mind that Draco seemed to break out of his lust induced haze. Horrified that he'd actually considered allowing the bond to become permanent, Draco snarled and turned them over. Harry that out an indignant cry as he was forced onto his back, one wing pinned beneath his body. He was about snarl at the blond for ruining the moment when he felt Draco pull out completely.

"Hey!" Harry cried, "What do you think you're, what the hell?" Harry protested loudly as he was flipped onto his stomach, Draco's hands pinning him in place and yanking his hips up.

"I'm fucking you, Potter, just like I promised," Draco said as he shoved back in, relishing the cry of pleasure that spilled from Harry's lips, "I'm going to make you scream my name, I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. You'll never be able to compare anyone to me."

Harry cried out wordlessly as he was thrust into harshly, his entire being alight with pleasure. He relished the way that Draco took complete control of him, one hand between his shoulder blades pinning him down. Letting his wings fall to either side of his body, Harry pushed back as much as he could against Draco's brutal thrusts.

Draco snarled when he felt Harry moving against him. "Hold still," he spat, one hand moving to pin the Veela's head down as the other took a steely grip on his hip, "Give up to me."

Keening under his breath, Harry went limp in Draco's grasp. Merlin how he loved this, loved being utterly dominated by the blond. He'd never considered being dominated before, he'd always imagined a more equal relationship, but he found that he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling. Next time he'd be in control, but for now he was more than content to simply allow Draco to take over.

"Yeah, that's it," Draco breathed, leaning over Harry's back so that he could bite on the brunet's neck, "Just give up, just let me win. You like my cock up your arse, don't you? You're practically sucking me in, you want me deeper don't you?"

Draco bit down harshly on Harry's shoulder, right where Harry had bitten him. "DRACO!" Harry screamed, his body convulsing as he was suddenly wracked with pleasure, shooting his seed onto the bed spread below him.

The blond grunted loudly as Harry clenched around him. Bucking forward a few more times, Draco pushed his hips forward as hard as he could, burying himself in the Veela as far as he could go as he released himself. Panting heavily, Draco rested his forehead between Harry's wings as he tried to collect himself. He watched with fascination as the velvety black wings receded into the brunet's back and vanished, only a small mark on each shoulder blade indicating where the appendages had been. Grunting slightly, Draco withdrew and rolled to the side, resting on his side and staring at Harry. After a moment silver eyes narrowed dangerously and Draco drew his leg up. Pressing his foot against Harry's ribs, the blond shoved, sending Harry tumbling to the floor.

"What the hell?" the Veela demanded as he propped himself up to glare over the edge of the bed.

"You're sullying my bed," Draco said primly before he sneered at the mess Harry had left, "You can sleep on the couch."

Harry's jaw dropped indignantly, but he couldn't find the words to express himself as he watched Draco stand and practically glide into a side room. A moment later the sound of a shower echoed through the closed door, confirming Harry's suspicion that it was a bathroom. Struggling to his feet, the Veela glared at the closed door for a moment before looking back at the bed. With a smirk he wiped the cum splattered across his stomach onto the pillows. If Draco was going to say he was sullying the bed he might as well actually do it. If it was up to him the blond would have a hard time finding something that wasn't covered in come.

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That night Harry found himself exiled to the couch. He supposed that he should be glad that Draco's plan to kick him out of the room completely hadn't gone through. Whether he had Mrs. Malfoy's scolding or his own minor lapse in instinct control to thank for it he wasn't sure, but he was still in the room. Looking over at the large bed he couldn't help but feel rather forlorn. Draco had closed the drapes as soon as he'd climbed into the over-sized bed, baring Harry's view. The fact that he couldn't see the blond was not sitting well with the Veela, though he couldn't really say why. He knew logically that Draco was just on the other side of the curtains, he could hear his evened out breathing and smell him, but he couldn't shake the sense that Draco could be stolen away at any moment.

Shifting slightly on his couch, Harry listened intently to the sound of Draco breathing. It had evened out a few minutes earlier, the blond falling into sleep. Part of Harry wanted to approach now that he knew Draco was asleep, but he held himself back. The blond was still far too easy to wake up and Harry had a feeling that if he woke to find that he wasn't alone in bed right now that the brunet would lose some very valuable pieces of anatomy. Since he rather liked everything right where it was, Harry waited.

After another half hour, the Veela slowly stood and made his way over to the bed. Hovering just outside the curtains he tried to make up his mind. Deciding that it wasn't actually worth the risk of getting into bed with Draco, Harry pushed the curtains back, intent on returning to his couch with a clear view of the blond for the night. Once the drapes had been pushed aside Harry froze. Draco looked utterly breathtaking, his golden hair framing his face and laying over the pillow gently. The brunet felt a surge of lust when he realized that it was the same pillow he'd smeared with his seed earlier. Draco had stripped the blankets from the bed and had them replaced, but he hadn't known that there was come on the pillows. The fabric hadn't stiffened as much as Harry had expected and now Draco was resting his cheek against it.

Unable to turn away from his mate, Harry carefully climbed into the bed, pausing slightly to make sure that Draco hadn't awoken. Satisfied that he wasn't going to be caught, Harry curled up against the blond, one arm wrapping around his waist as Harry drifted off to sleep.

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Harry was sulking and he wasn't afraid to admit it. Draco had managed to wake up before him that morning and he'd been unceremoniously dumped on the floor once again. From the threats the blond had been throwing around Harry was fairly certain that the bed would be warded against him by the end of the day. After a very tense breakfast where Lucius had glared, Narcissa had gushed about how wonderful it was to have a Veela in the family, and Draco appeared to have been plotting, Harry had fled. He'd managed to stumble upon the owlery and in a fit of what he could only assume was desperation for relatively sane human contact had sent off a letter to Hermione asking her to come over. It was only once the owl was out of sight that he realized he may not actually have the authority to invite his friends over, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

The knowledge that his mate didn't want him was eating Harry up inside. He knew that he had his instincts to make the whole situation more bearable, knew that Draco had every right to be upset over it, but he couldn't bring himself to feel any distress over it. Harry wasn't even sure that it was his instincts that were making him feel that way. A part of him had always craved a companion who would stay by his side, a part that had existed long before his inheritance. To have one he was so deeply connected to was exhilarating, even if they didn't particularly want him in return. It didn't help that he'd always been attracted to Draco, downright obsessed at times. He had to admit that he'd pretty much spent sixth year stalking the blond, even if his suspicions had been right it was still a bit over the top.

Sighing heavily Harry allowed his feet to lead him through the halls randomly. He was already lost, he might as well just see all there was to see. He hoped that after Draco's house arrest was over and he'd accepted the bond that the blond would agree to move out. Even with the lack of Voldemort the manor held some very bad memories for Harry, he didn't really want to live there long term. As Harry turned yet another corner he heard the sound of yelling. Curiosity peeked, he followed the sound, eventually coming across an irate house elf scolding a rather flustered looking Hermione and Ron.

"Masters not be allowing mudbloods in!" the elf squeaked, large brown eyes glaring up at the bushy haired witch, "Mipsy wills not lets yous in!"

"I invited them," Harry interjected.

Mipsy turned as if to berate him as well, only to freeze and stare up at him in awe. "Little master's mate be inviting them?" the elf asked, hands worrying the hem of the pillow case it wore.

"Yes, so let them in."

"Mipsy be happy to serve little master's mate," the elf cooed in a way that reminded Harry of Kreacher's latest antics, "Mipsy is a good elf, she be serving little master's mate from nows on."

"Uh, that's not necessary," Harry said cautiously, eyes darting to his friends, "I don't want to take you away from your duties. And please, call me Harry."

"Masters Harry," Mipsy breathed reverently, "Mipsy be honored. Mipsy go makes Masters Harry a special treat now."

Harry grimaced slightly as the elf popped away before he turned to his friends. "Sorry about that, I had no idea that the elves wouldn't let you in."

"It's alright," Hermione assured him, eyes twinkling in amusement, "I think she likes you."

"Yeah, well, all elves seem to like me."

"It's because you're a Veela," the witch said, patting his shoulder sympathetically, "House elves have no tolerance to your allure. They'll fall all over you, even though you're mated now. At least Ron won't be as susceptible to it anymore, your magic will be focused on Draco rather than any available person."

"So that's why he was acting so weird before," Harry said, eyeing his now blushing friend.

"Yeah, sorry about that mate," Ron muttered, "I couldn't help myself."

Harry grimaced slightly, his wings twitching in his back. "Ron, can you please not refer to me as mate? It...it just feels wrong."

"Oh!" the redhead exclaimed, "Oh, yeah. It had slipped my mind."

"Thanks," Harry said, "So, want to see the manor?"

"Not really," Hermione admitted, "It's, well..."

"Yeah, I know," Harry sighed, "Maybe we should just find a sitting room and talk. I think I saw one back this way."

"So, how are you holding up?" Ron asked as he and Hermione followed Harry down the hall.

"Better than Draco," the brunet admitted, "He's not exactly accepting of the situation. He keeps going on about wanting to break the bond."

"Oh, Harry," Hermione sighed, "It'll be okay, just give him time."

Opening a door, the Veela was relieved to see that it was indeed a sitting room. Ushering his friends in, Harry closed the door and flopped down on one of the couches. "Is it wrong that I want this?" he asked softly.

"Yes," Ron began.

"Ron!" Hermione interjected, "No Harry, it's not wrong. Your instincts wouldn't have let you bond with someone you didn't like. You would have rejected any unsuitable mate candidates the moment they propositioned you. While I can't say I'm happy that you chose Draco, I can understand it, you were always obsessed with him."

"I may have been obsessed, but it was hardly a good kind of obsession," Harry grumbled.

"You're a Veela," Ron said, looking at him seriously, "Veela are just that way. I don't know how much you've researched yet, but I can tell you what I learned growing up in the wizarding world. Veela are violent, sexual creatures, they don't do soft and gentle. If a Veela really wants someone as their mate they antagonize them just to get their attention then they display. Fleur used to hex Bill to get his attention, then she would show off her magical strength and beauty. You chose Draco a long time ago considering how you've always tried to be in his face, you just didn't know why until now."

"That hardly seems like an appropriate way to attract a mate," Hermione said, frowning slightly, "If anything it's rather immature, like little boys pulling girls' hair because they like them."

"That's exactly it," Ron said, "Veela annoy then attract. It's never anything dangerous, just enough to attract attention. Looking back, Harry always did that. He'd fight with Malfoy then show him up. Think about every single Quidditch game, Harry would antagonize the ferret then show how great a flyer he was. Or in defense, he did the same thing."

"But I hadn't come into my inheritance yet," Harry pointed out as his mind wandered back to all the times he'd interacted with Draco over the years, "I shouldn't have done that without my instincts driving me."

"Harry," Hermione said, shaking her head, "The instincts didn't just manifest over night. Your powers did, but your instincts were always a part of you on some level. Your powers would have made them more prominent, but your inheritance doesn't change who you are as a person."

"Then I guess I'm a huge pervert," the brunet chuckled.

"What did you do?" Hermione asked, her voice taking on an exasperated edge.

"I may have smeared my come all over Draco's pillows," he admitted, grinning wolfishly, "I just want to come all over him all the time."

"You can come all over me," Ron said, eyes going hazy as the door opened.

"Excuse me?" Draco asked, eyes narrowing as he stared at the redhead.

"I'll let you do whatever you want to me," Ron said, standing and moving towards Harry, "I'm amazing in bed, I can make you feel so good."

"RON!" Hermione yelled, grabbing the back on the redhead's shirt and forcing him back into his seat, "Snap out of it!"

"Huh?" Ron asked, blinking several times. Looking around he saw a rather uncomfortable looking Harry, an amused Hermione, and an absolutely seething Draco.

"You fell under Harry's allure again," the bushy haired witch explained, rolling her eyes slightly, "Hello Draco, how are you?"

"Fine," the blond said, his voice clipped, "It's just good to know that my supposed mate is displaying for other people. I'll be free of him sooner if he can just take another mate."

"I was not displaying!" Harry exclaimed, surging to his feet, "I don't want Ron like that!"

"It's hardly any of my concern where you get your jollies, Potter," Draco sneered, noticing absently that the Veela flinched at the implication, "It's not like I will be helping you in that regard. Now, I need a hair sample for my research in how to break this infernal bond of ours."

"Draco-" Hermione began.

"I don't believe I gave you permission to use my first name Granger," the blond said evenly.

"Fine, Malfoy," the witch amended, "You can't break a Veela mating bond, it's impossible."

"Just because no one has succeeded yet does not mean I am trapped with him," Draco sniffed, waving a hand at a severely wilted Harry.

"Hey!" Ron snarled, his face starting to turn red, "Don't talk about my friend like that!"

Eyeing the redhead with distaste, Draco prepared himself for a fight, Merlin knew he could use an outlet for his aggression. "It's alright," Harry broke in, his voice sounding oddly weak, "Here, take some hair."

Turning his gaze to the brunet, Draco stomped down any sense of guilt that may have been bubbling up. He refused to take responsibility for Potter's inability to see the situation for what it was. If the idiot was going to let his instincts overpower reason then he could just wallow in his own self pity. Besides, clearly he was projecting his allure at other people if Weasley was reacting to it, a mated Veela was supposed to only use their allure on their mate. If Potter's instincts were telling him to look for another mate then it was for the best, it would allow them to break the bond quicker. Draco refused to allow that thought to hurt.

Pushing away any misgivings that he had, Draco approached the wilted Veela. Harry titled his head forward slightly so the blond would have better access to his hair, the fringe of his bangs falling into his eyes. As soon as Draco's fingers touched the messy black locks he felt a shock run through his entire body. Harry looked up, their eyes making contact for less than a second before he moved. Lunging forward, the Veela had Draco pinned to the nearest wall in the blink of an eye, their lips crashing together in a nearly desperate manner. Groaning loudly, Draco buried his hands in Harry's hair, tugging painfully at the locks as he tried to get closer, their magic lashing out at each other.

"Alright then," Hermione said as she turned bright pink, "We'll just be going then...Ron!"

Harry snarled as he felt a sudden weight against his back and lips on his neck. "You're so beautiful," Ron breathed into his ear, one hand trying to worm its way between Harry and his mate.

The Veela was about to lash out, enraged by the interloper, when Draco moved. One fist flew up and smashed into the redhead's face, sending him tumbling backwards in shock. The blond snarled dangerously as Harry hissed, his wings bursting from his back as an image of a beak flickered over his face. Ron groaned loudly before shaking his head, his gaze immediately returning to the mated pair. His pupils were completely blown and so hazed over they appeared not to see at all.

"Oh Merlin," Hermione breathed, "He's under the thrall...Harry, he won't take your mate from you, I'll get him out of here."

Quickly the witch raised her wand and shot a stunner at Ron before he could approach the very angry Veela once again. Cautiously levitating her friend out of the room, Hermione was careful never to allow her back to turn towards Harry, not certain whether he'd attack her or not as she retreated. Once the door was closed, the beak fully vanished from Harry's face and he turned his attention back to the blond in his arms. Crashing their lips back together, Harry allowed his hands to wander over Draco's form. His mate had the most exquisite chest, firm to the touch and well defined even through his robes. And he made the most delightful noises as Harry teased his nipples through the fabric.

Letting his hands go lower, Harry ran his fingers over Draco's hips as he devoured his mouth. The blonde's hands weren't idle as Harry explored, as they gripped at the brunet's shoulders and hair harshly. It was when one hand found his wings that Harry nearly lost his mind. As the fingers sunk into the feathers the Veela surged forward, hips grinding against his mate's desperately as he was assaulted by pleasure. Grabbing the back of Draco's thighs, Harry hoisted his mate up, forcing the blond to wrap his legs around his waist. Once again Harry's magic lashed out, destroying their clothes and allowing them skin on skin contact.

Draco cried out as he felt warm flesh against him, Harry's rigid length nestled between his spread thighs. Tilting his head back, the blond groaned as lips and teeth assaulted his neck, working furiously to mark him. Burying both hands in soft, black feathers, Draco nearly screamed in pleasure as Harry ground against him again. He was just about to start working the wings over when he was unceremoniously thrown onto the couch. Bouncing on his stomach, the blond was about to shout his indignation when he felt Harry drape himself over his back.

"What do you think you're doing?" Draco snarled as lips began to worry the back of his neck.

"Mating you," Harry said, voice gruff with arousal.

"You are not sticking anything in me," the blond admonished.

"Don't worry," there was a distinctive coo to the Veela's voice, "I won't breach you, I'll make you feel so good."

Any other protests Draco had were silenced by a callused hand wrapping around his rigid length. "You better," the blond snarled, "You better make it well worth my time. Show me what you've got Potter."

Harry hummed slightly, his hand beginning to work over the length in his hand. Kissing the back of Draco's neck, the brunet began to rut against his mate. He wouldn't penetrate him, not without his permission, but he wasn't going to be left out of this either. Grinding against Draco's arse, Harry bit down on the blonde's ear. Relishing the sharp cry the action received, the Veela wrapped his wings around them, caging them away from the world. In the back of his mind, he was distinctly aware of the fact that anyone could walk in on them. He couldn't allow anyone to see his mate like this, couldn't let them see the perfection that was his alone. Draco was beautiful, even more so when he was writhing in pleasure, no one but him would ever see that.

Draco cried out as Harry's hand twisted around his length. The brunet certainly knew what he was doing, his hands stroking the blond into a lust fogged fit. Even the way he was thrusting against him was arousing, rutting like an animal as he sought his own completion. Draco wondered briefly what it would be like to have the length rubbing along his crack inside him, it was both a thrilling and terrifying thought. A thumb flicking over the head of his cock made Draco convulse, eyes falling shut as he gave himself over to the pleasure Harry seemed intent on giving him. Teeth grazed his ear once again and Draco screamed, coming hard.

Harry reared up as soon as Draco finished coming, both hands taking hold of the blonde's hips. Gripping hard enough to bruise, Harry began to thrust forcefully against the blond, his cock sliding between Draco's cheeks. With a snarl he slammed forward, his cock pulsing as he shot his seed over his mate's back. He watched as the pearly drops decorated Draco's skin, marking him in a way that was far too satisfying. After a moment he fell forward, pushing the blond fully onto his stomach and folding his wings around them tightly, intent on actually getting a cuddle in. Nuzzling the side of Draco's neck, Harry noticed a stray spot of come in the blond locks and felt incredibly smug.

"Get off," Draco groaned.

"In a minute," the Veela insisted, pressing a kiss to the milky skin in front of him, "Just want to cuddle for a bit."

"Well I don't," Draco bit out harshly, shoving at Harry ineffectually, "Get off of me."

"What is your problem?" Harry asked, hunkering down in an attempt to keep the blond from fleeing.

"My problem?" Draco asked incredulously, "My problem is that I have to put up with you. I had a future ahead of me, Potter. A wife, an heir, a career of my own. Now I'm saddled with you and your infernal heritage. I'll only ever be seen as the bloody Savior's mate, I'll never be able to have the life I was groomed for. The Malfoy name will forever be tarnished by your blood. I don't care if this basically makes you a pureblood in society's eyes, you're nothing but a half breed to me. Now get off me this instant, I have research to do in order to free myself."

Harry reared back, almost falling off the couch as Draco got to his feet. He felt oddly numb inside as he watched the blond transfigure some clothes, clean himself, and leave. His wings hung limply behind him as he continued to stare at the closed door for some time, silently praying that Draco would return. He wasn't sure how long he waited, but it suddenly hit him that Draco wasn't coming back. His mate didn't want him.

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