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A Veela Dream	By : Aneira Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3550 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Obviously I didn't write Harry Potter Series. Nothing belongs to me except for a few new characters and the plot. Everything else belongs to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. I am not making money or gaining any profit from this story.

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Of course, the said plan would have been successful if Cecily hadn’t been avoiding Malfoy like the plague. Every morning Draco would wait for Cecily at the door of the eighth years’ common room. But she somehow managed to escape without him noticing. How the hell she managed that was a mystery. Because he was getting up earlier and earlier every passing day and it still was too late to catch her. When he tried to talk to her during meals, she would blubber some excuse so as not to speak to him. They only shared three fucking classes and Cecily being herself wouldn’t talk as they shouldn’t be causing disturbance during the lesson. And she always had some-fucking-where to be after classes, mostly the library. And of course, little miss I-never-break-rules wouldn’t speak in the library. Seriously, what was all this about the library? Was she going to forestall Granger or something? But he still got to watch her study from close distance so it was better than nothing.
And then there was the detention. Draco never thought he would feel sad about a cancelled detention. The following morning after the unfortunate event –as Cecily kindly put it- McGonagall heard their whole story and decided the students really weren’t guilty, she changed her mind about their detention. She even offered they share a dorm room since they were practically married but before Draco could open his mouth, Cecily declined. The nerve of the girl!
There was this one time he pulled her behind a tapestry after potions but it was sabotaged by the Weaslette, who had the perfect timing for asking for help for her Transfiguration paper. Obviously, Potter’s little know-it-all side-kick was too busy to help. Draco knew what was keeping her busy. That redheaded pain in the ass she called her boyfriend was too damn clingy for his own good. And of course his kind hearted, madly in love girlfriend would never turn down his requests. Why it bothered Draco, he didn’t know. But there was a big chance it was because while the Weasel was treated like practically a king by his goody-goody girlfriend, his mate wouldn’t even care to give him two fucking minutes! The fate had chosen them! They were supposed to be a perfect match! They should have been the happiest, the luckiest, the most in love, the best god damn it!
It was getting on his nerves. No, she was getting on his nerves! She was fucking stubborn! And not really open-minded. She wasn’t even giving him a chance. And there was another thing: Draco’s health was affected poorly because of her silent treatment. The rejection was taking all his energy away. He wasn’t sleeping much at night so he was mostly sleepwalking during the day. In the meals his food would stay on his plate forgotten as he watched the back of Cecily’s head from Slytherin table. He knew since she was claimed, he wouldn’t die. But the heartbreak was eating him alive. It had to stop. He had to talk to her and convince her. If she wasn’t going to willingly speak to him, he would make her speak. Tonight, there would be a conversation and he would get what he wanted.

After the first day’s incident, Cecily had thought all night without a minute of sleep; she had to work up a strategy to move forwards. First of all, she had to spend the minimum amount of time with Malfoy in order to avoid any more unintended, well, intimacy. After the stunt he pulled in the common rooms, it was obvious he would be open about this whole veela-mate thing. But Cecily wasn’t so sure about that. It wouldn’t be right to go public before they actually started a relationship, if they would at all. And to decide if they would, she needed to do some research first. So the plan was set; avoid Malfoy if possible and do lots of research.
Another matter behind this decision was that Cecily felt embarrassed about throwing herself in Malfoy’s arms. What a stupid thing to do that was! And although she had the strength to carry out a decent conversation after what happened, the silent night was bringing all the shame at once. She didn’t think she could face him just yet and her excuse to avoid him was valid so avoiding was the plan.
To achieve this, she thought she needed some help. First thing in the morning she managed to catch up with Harry and ask for his invisibility cloak. She kept knocking on his door until a sleepy Harry opened the door with one eye open and the other closed. When Cecily indicated she had to talk to him, he let her in out of kindness. She knew very well that he wanted to go back to sleep as soon as possible. She also knew he wouldn’t give his cloak away so easily but she really needed it. But Harry Potter, being the curious git, had to know the reason why Cecily suddenly needed something like an invisibility cloak.
Now, Cecily didn’t trust many people, but one she would always count on was Harry. If it hadn’t been for him and his help, she would have been an ex-death eater now and probably an ex-convict as well. Thus, she explained the situation as quickly as possible to get what she needed before Malfoy woke up and go on with her day.
“Hang on, hang on” said a very confused Harry. “So you mean to tell me that you actually had the stomach to, erm, to, you know, with Draco sodding Malfoy? Merlin’s balls, it’s too early for this conversation.”
“Believe me, Harry, I have no explanation. And I know I’m asking for something dear to you but I really can’t see another way. I just can’t face him yet. I need time. And he is one persistent bastard.” Cecily explained. Harry had a look on his face that indicated he was in deep thought. That was to be expected, though. One didn’t hear a story such as Cecily’s and not be appalled.
“I thought you liked that Russian bloke, what was his name? Andrei?”
“No, he’s just insisting we ought to date. But he’s too tall. I look like a third year next to him.” Cecily said self-assuredly. Harry snorted cockily.
“Good to know you take the right things in accord. Well, anyway. I don’t know what to make out of this weird story but you know you can’t hide from him forever. You’ll have to pull up the courage at some point.”
She already knew that. But if she had a chance to postpone that “some point”, she would. “I know, Harry but I need to clear my head. Please?” She had a pleading expression on her face. “Just for one week at least. Until I talk to George. It’s not like you use it. Please, I really need it.”
Harry gave out a sigh defeatedly. “You’re being a coward but okay. Have it your way.” He walked up to his closet and after some digging, he pulled out the old cloak. She practically grabbed it from his grasp and gave him a hug. After thanking for at least ten times, she got up to leave. As she was about to get out, she heard Harry mumbling. “Hearing stories about Malfoy’s sex life. Perfect way to start a day. Just perfect.”
She couldn’t help but giggle. It was good having friends she could count on. Before the war she had Sophie and only Sophie. She was always supportive, considerate and caring but she had this tiny problem that she just couldn’t be rational about solving problems. Either she got too anxious and acted foolishly or slurred over the matter and got screwed. Take the time she had a run in with her all time crush, Theodore Nott for instance. She almost tripped Flitwick up trying to flirt. And ended up; first laughed at by a hoard of Slytherins and second crying herself to sleep in embaressment three nights in a row. She was a lost cause in emergency situations. It was good to be the one that was backed up for once.
Now with the cloak in her hands, she was doing a fairly good job hiding. She even managed to make up enough excuses to get away from Malfoy. But that was the only part of the plan that was working. The research process was a disaster. The more she read, the more she realised she had no way out. Well, without making Malfoy’s life a misery, anyway. She was spending all her free time in the library to find something useful but nothing seemed to be working for her favour. She was trapped. She had to accept Malfoy, or should she say “her new husband”. Whoever came up with the idea that when a veela claimed his/her mate, they were to be regarded as husband and wife was apparently incapable of doing his job. Oh, just peachy, she was practically a Malfoy now. Hooray!

As days passed it became more and more difficult to avoid Malfoy. He was always following her like a lost puppy, asking if he could talk to her. But she had to admit, he was stalking her in the kindest way. His tone was never aggressive or his behaviour never offensive. He was generally sweet and kind with his pleading. Sometimes he would tease her just to get a reaction but Cecily wasn’t giving in. She had to complete going through every single book on veela in the library, then talk to George, then make up her mind, if it wasn’t made up already.

It was a tiring day for Cecily. Thursdays were going to be a trouble for her, obviously. She had Aritmancy and Charms in the morning then History of Magic and Ancient Runes and Potions in the afternoon. In addition, her prefect round was on Thursday night as well. She had to talk to Ginny, the Head Girl, about it. She still had an hour before the rounds but she already felt exhausted. So she decided she should get some rest before the rounds. As she laid in her four poster bed, she thought she heard her door opening slowly. As the doors was charmed not to allow anybody in if not invited, she assumed she imagined it and didn’t bother to check. But another click from the lock proved someone indeed got in her room. In panic, she jumped out of her bed, grabbing her wand from the nightstand. But before she had the chance to use it the candles were lighted and a pair of black eyes were staring into hers.
It seemed Draco Malfoy grew the habit of barge in through doors unexpectedly. Cecily just stood there like an idiot. He didn’t seem angry or vicious. “How did you get through the spell on the door? It’s supposed to keep you out.” It was the first thing that came to her mind. She had to admit she was short of words. She knew casting him away was wrong and she did have her doubts but she was too pathetically confused and needed time. It seemed her time was over.
“Looks like the spell doesn’t bloke spouses.” He emphasized the last word. “I wasn’t aware the door was charmed so it’s not my doing.”
Cecily decided to ignore the first bit. “Well, you shouldn’t really barge into people’s room even the door is not charmed. Where are your man- Oh, my Merlin!” She was looking at his face for the first time in almost a week. And she didn’t like what she saw. He looked as if he’d got hit by a bludger. “You look horrible! What happened to you? Are you sick?” She had a look of concern. How long had he been in this state? Was this because of her? Because she had been ignoring him inconsiderately? Merlin, was she killing her?
A pained look flashed in Malfoy’s pitch-black eyes. “Nothing too serious. Just the veela not taking rejection well.” So it was because of her. She was too selfish to consider how her behaviour would affect him. But she didn’t think the veela would detect her lack of communication as rejection. She never rejected him, only delayed accepting him a little bit.
“I never rejected you! I was only doing some research. That’s all.”
“Well, you have been ignoring me for five days now. I just thought you didn’t want anything to do with me. The message was simple.” Draco was half pleased by her answer. She didn’t reject him. That was the first step. And she said she was doing research, so she must have found that the bond couldn’t be broken. Maybe she was even starting to accept him. However good that idea felt, he decided it was better not to hold his hopes up. She still had doubts, after all.
“Look, Malfoy, you need to understand that I need time to think what to make out of this… this thing. It’s confusing and I had so many questions and-“
“Why didn’t you ask me? I would happily answer whatever question you had. And even though it pains me to do so, I can give you time. As long as you want. You just needed to ask.” He said softly. It was obvious from his tone that he was in misery; both physically and emotionally.
“I’m sorry. You’re right, I shouldn’t have avoided you like this. But you are so insistent that I thought I should think without your influence. You seem to block my rationality.”
“Cecily, you can’t decide without giving me a chance. I can prove that I am worthy of your love or at least affection. I would do anything to show you how much I care about you. What I said when were in the fields… It was the truth. I love you. I know it doesn’t make sense. Even I can’t figure it out but it is the truth. I can’t help it. It is how I feel. I love you. I need you. And the last five days were the worst days of my life and I actually shared a house with Voldemort. I miss you terribly. I want to talk to you, to hold you, to kiss you, just to have you with me. It’s torture to be so close yet so far away from you. Please, just give me chance. It’s all I ask of you. Whatever question you might have, I will answer and whatever condition you might have I will accept. But don’t shut me out like this. We’re in this together.”
He was shaking by the end of his speech. He was helpless. He needed her like the air. He would do anything to convince her. And Cecily was burning with guilt. She was looking everywhere except his face. She hadn’t realised she caused so much pain to him. She really should have spoken to him about it. Harry was right. She had been a coward. She hid behind excuses to cover up her cowardice. Now she had to make it up for him. After all, who deserved this? He was in physical pain!
“I am really, truly sorry. I didn’t realise how bad it was for you. I didn’t think- I just- I was afraid, I guess. This is a huge step in life and it happened so quickly I just couldn’t accept it right away.” She once again looked at his face and dreaded what she saw. He looked like he was about to collapse. “Look, why don’t we sit down? You could use some rest and this will take a while to discuss. Here, let me help.” She reached and held his arm to guide him to her bed. The moment her fingers touched his arm, he shivered. He longed her touch, even the smallest bit of it. The veela let his mate pull him to bed and sit him down. She gently put a pillow behind his back, making sure he was comfortable before sitting down as well. His veela was savouring his mate’s attention. Deep down inside, he knew she acted out of guilt. But it was better than nothing. She gave him a small smile.
“Is this any better? Is there something I could do to make you feel better?” She asked eagerly. And she had every intention of doing what he asked. As long as it was rational, that is. Honestly, she had a guess what might make him feel better but she hoped he would require something else. Because no matter what state he was in, “that” was out of question.
He patted the place next to him on the bed. “If you could sit closer… Um, It would be better.” He was suddenly anxious. And he couldn’t figure out since when Draco Malfoy felt anxious asking a girl just to sit next to him. Then he remembered he never had to ask a girl to do anything. They usually threw themselves at him, there was no reason to ask. It was a funny game fate was playing on him, really. His mate was one of the dozen of girls that wasn’t affected by him.
Cecily eyed the place he patted for a second and decided that wouldn’t hurt. She moved next to him and once she sat down, her head automatically found its place on his shoulder. She decided it was the result of the tiring day. But she couldn’t help but think how calm and content his touch made her feel. Soon his arm was around her shoulder and her head on his chest with her arms around him as well. She could feel him breath steadily and hear how fast his heart beat.
“So…” She began. “I have done some research.” He snorted at that. Cecily practically lived in the library. Some search was a little underestimated. “Well, I found something rather… interesting. And you kind of confirmed it when you came in.” She took a deep breath. “You said spouses weren’t kept out by the charm. So as I understand we’re not just bound but also, kind of, married?” She asked unsurely. She simply wasn’t ready for such commitment.
It was Draco’s turn to take a deep breath. “Yes, you understand right. As veela are considered magical creatures, we don’t need the ministry to confirm the marriage. The bonding ritual is all we need.” They were both silent after that. After a while, Draco broke the silence. “I wish I could go back in time and change everything. Now you are putting up with all this because I was an idiot. And you put up with me of all people. Must be torture.”
Cecily rose her head to look at his face. “Draco, you misunderstood. I didn’t mean that I don’t like it because it is you. It’s just- I’m so young. We are so young! It’s too early to make up such decisions! And I have I total mess waiting for me that I have to take care of after I graduate. A family name to rebuilt, a company to manage, a father to deal with! Well, not the last bit. Not anymore. You wait until my father hears about this. He’ll be in seventh heaven. He was already singing your praises all summer. Draco this, Draco that, Merlin, I was starting to think he had a man-crush on you!” She chuckled a bit at the end. It was true that her father’s first choice was the Malfoy heir as a suitable husband for his daughter. And the list didn’t get better after Draco. Cecily would definitely prefer Draco over Goyle or Flint.
While she was lost in thoughts, Malfoy was in another dimension as well. So even if he wasn’t a veela and she wasn’t his mate, Cecily’s father was going to offer a marriage contract to his father. Knowing how close they were, Draco was sure Lucius would’ve been delighted. So after all, they would be together at the end. They were truly meant to be together. She was meant to be his. The thought filled him with happiness.
When Cecily looked up at him again, she saw him smiling. “Why are you smiling?” She asked sleepily. If they stayed in this position any longer, she would fall asleep.
“It’s just weird to think that even if none of this happened, we would still be together.” She gave him a questioning look. “Think about it. If your father went to mine offering an arrangement, would my father refuse? Absolutely not! He would jump on the offer. Than we would be engaged. Then get married, coming back to square one. It only happened faster than it normally would have happened.” He was obviously pleased with the idea. Cecily wasn’t so against it, either. At least being soul mates were more romantic than having an arranged marriage. But still, she would prefer the normal way. A little bir of courting, a little bit of dating…
“And it’s not just your father, believe me.” Draco continued. “Mother is already blissful I have found my mate and it is someone close to the family.” Cecily felt her blood freeze at this. He already wrote to his mother? “I’m sure the word reached my father by now. Mother is too excited to keep quite.” Oh, dear! “Soon they’ll write to Mr. Ravn, I’m sure of it.”
“Malfoy, you idiot!” She jumped out of his grasp. “I haven’t written my father about this. Oh, now he’s going to be pissed. Thank you very much.” She wasn’t afraid her father would get angry. But there was enough drama between them as it was. There wasn’t a need for another reason.
“Well, he was bound to learn at some point. And it is a better approach if the parents informed him. If you wrote, it would be as if you rebelled against him. This is more decent.” He seemed pretty sure about his argument. Cecily didn’t like it.
“I did rebel against him, you dumbass! I practically ran away to join the Order! I have fought against my family at the battlefield! Did you think I was some kind of obedient little girl following her father’s steps? I’m only angry because you probably earned me a couple of howlers!”
“Who sends howlers anymore?” She heard him grumble. But then he seemed to drain her words. She did what? “You did what? How can you fight against your family? They are your own blood!” He was genuinely surprised.
“With a fucked up family like mine, you can fight, alright.” Cecily usually didn’t like discussing family matters. But somehow, she was consent with telling him. “I’ve never felt any affection towards my father and vice versa. We simply had to acknowledge the other and that was it. But the breaking point was probably when you took the dark mark.” Draco winced visibly at her words. The mark was something he never wanted to be reminded of. He was grateful it was fading away. But why would his mark affect her relationship with her father?
“What are you talking about?” He ask curiously.
Cecily settled down once again on the bed and stared at nothing for a while. “Well, you see… I think you would agree that both our fathers were, and mine still is, consumed in greed for power and influence. Now this greedy bastard heard the Malfoy heir was accepted to Voldemort’s inner circle. It was outrageous, apparently. That you were worthy of the honour and I was not. It was decided by my father and uncle that I should prove myself worthy. And that request was the last drop.”
Draco was listening with rage starting to bloom inside his body. He had no idea his past mistakes caused her so much trouble. He ruined her life even before he met her. And he was happy he got that bastard’s approval. Well, he could now officially shove it up his arse.
“Then, when I came back to Hogwarts, I asked Harry to help me run away from my family. I couldn’t find another way. Thankfully, after some persuasion, he accepted to help and asked the Order. They put me in a safe house during summer. But sixth year was practically hell. If my godfather wasn’t here to look after me I wouldn’t have gotten away with my plan. Anyway, in short, I joined the Order, fought with them, won a war and my family needed someone to take the name in good graces of the society. Guess who the lucky girl was?”
Once the story was over, she felt as if a weight had been taken off from her shoulders. She never told this much about her family to anybody but Sophie and her godfather. But suddenly, she poured her heart out. “I never knew what family meant or what fatherly love was so it wasn’t hard for me to turn my back at them. You know, in my family, when you turn your back at someone, the only thing that worries you is that someone might throw a dagger at you. There isn’t love, just agreements. Everything has a price. You know when my father offered peace to me, he said ‘if you raise our name again, you’ll be accepted again and have your share of the heritage.’ Again, an agreement. Weird thing, this family business.”
“Where is your Mother?” Draco asked cautiously. He didn’t want to force her to tell him. He understood it was hard for her to talk about this. Her shaky hands and teary eyes were all the proof he needed. He pulled her in his arms and embraced her in a hug, kissing the top of her head gently. She spoke with a shaky voice.
“I don’t know. Father says I was three when she went away. Father was in Azkaban for his crimes in the First War at the time. And my mother left, leaving me with my uncle. I lived with him and his son until father was released. I don’t remember my mother at all.”
Draco wanted to take all her sorrow away. He wanted to find a way to make her smile. But he couldn’t think of anything at the moment. The things his sweet little mate had to endure was horrible. She had said she was never loved by her own family. Who wouldn’t love someone like her? From now on, his job was make her feel loved and cared for. She was his princess and he was going to make sure she felt like one.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that. If she left you, then she didn’t deserve your love. What kind of a mother leaves her child away? Let alone with such horrible people?” He shook his head.
“It wasn’t all that bad, you know. I had my godfather, he was mostly there for me when I needed help. I know he tried to help you, too. And did help, in a way. But I guess you were too stubborn.”
“What are you talking about? Who’s your godfather?” He didn’t remember anyone trying to help him at all. Except for Snape but nobody else.
“It’s Severus.”
“What?”
“My godfather… He’s Severus. Apparently he and my father were close friends, just like he was with yours. So, yeah… He helped me a lot. Like I said, he tried to help you too but, you’re an idiot as you so kindly put it earlier.” Now this was a shock. The more they dug in, the more connected they were. Draco always knew Severus was genuine with his offerings. But at the time, he was convinced that it was an honour to serve that crazy bastard. And he wanted to prove himself. It wasn’t until the time came for him to complete the task that he realised he had made a mistake, that Voldemort was just an insane man with a lust for power. And he was about to drop his wand when Bellatrix came in with the others. It was too late to give up, then. But Severus knew he wouldn’t be able to kill someone. So he had already had plans to kill the man himself. It was the first time he understood his godfather was actually trying to help him. And it was painful to think he was gone.
“What are you thinking?” Cecily’s soft voice drifted him away from his thoughts. She was looking up at him under her lashes. He couldn’t help but think how cute she was. She was really a little sweet bunny he wanted to love and protect. He wanted to wake up to this face every morning. He wanted to spend his days only looking at her, he couldn’t have enough of her.
“Draco?” Cecily was waving her hand in front of his face. “What is it? You look dazed again. And please, don’t come up with a cheesy line to avoid telling me what it is that you are thinking.”
They both chuckled at the memory. Cecily was turning him into a sappy bloke and he couldn’t help it. Before he answered, he pulled her legs over his knees and set her on his lap. She seemed a little uncomfortable about the position but said nothing about it. Then Draco held her face in his hands and looked deep into her eyes.
“You want to know what I have been thinking?” His voice was husky. “I have been thinking how lucky I am to have you. I have been thinking that you are so beautiful, sweet, strong yet so vulnerable and that you are totally mine to love, protect and spoil. If you could ever feel what I feel only by having you this close, you would lose your mind with happiness. You make something inside me get warm. Something that has always been cold. I’ve never fell for a girl before. Now that I have fallen for you, I have no idea how to deal with it. You bewitch me. This scent of yours, princess, it’s mesmerising. I’ve never smelt something so delicious before.” He was nuzzling her neck at this point and Cecily thanked her lucky stars she was sitting already. Because if she were standing, she would be on her arse on the ground by now. How did he make her feel this way only by talking?
When she felt a lick at her throat she let out an involuntary moan. It sent shivers down her body. Suddenly the room was too hot. Draco was kissing and nibbling at her neck softly. She put her arms around his neck and threw her head back to expose her throat to him. Why had she been torturing herself by ignoring him while they could have been doing this all the time? His kisses very getting closer to her lips slowly. His hands had found their way to her breasts and he was feeling them up in now bolder touches. He was taking it slow on purpose as he didn’t know how far Cecily was willing to go. Just as his lips connected with hers, there was a knock on the door. Then a boy’s voice was heard.
“Hey, Ravn! Stop snogging Malfoy and get your arse out here! We know he’s smoking hot but do pull yourself together! We have rounds to attend!”
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