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Title: Angels and
Devils

Chapter: Complications 05/10

Author: Beren (aka Didi)

Email: beren.writes@gmail.com

LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=beren_writes

Wordcount: 3072

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: This story 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 and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: This story is set post OOTP and therefore has SPOLIERS. If
you don’t want to know anything that went on in book five do not read this
story.

Summary: Harry defeated Voldemort: his act of heroism is famous throughout
the wizarding world. He’s trying to finish his final year at Hogwarts in
peace, but something peculiar is happening to him, something he never would
have expected. It's all rather embarrassing and making his life very complicated.

Author's Notes: This fic has Veela!Draco and lots of other things that
appear to have become fandom clichés, which was part of the point in
writing it :). I've had great fun with this fic, trying to explore ideas in
a slightly different way than I have seen before. It may have Veela!Draco, but
it is all from Harry POV in case you were wondering. I will be posting in two
blocks, the first five parts now (05Jan05) and the second five parts next week.
Thanks go to Soph for the beta. I've actually had this one hanging around since
I was writing GTS.

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Chapter 5 Complications

By the time they reached
the hospital wing it was quite obvious to Harry why Malfoy had wanted to avoid
anyone trying to take advantage of his heritage; it appeared that the Veela
sex drive, once engaged, was far worse than anything his Seraphim heritage had
been putting him through so far. Twice on the way there he had had to redirect
Malfoy so that the Slytherin was concentrating on where they were going rather
than what Harry was doing.

He might have found himself
doing strange things to attract Malfoy, but Malfoy seemed to be completely loosing
his mind to hormones very rapidly. It was actually quite scary and Harry could
only pray that Poppy could do something about Malfoy's problem before Seraphim
sat up and took note of sex-crazed Veela.

"Mating frenzy,"
Malfoy said the moment he set eyes on Poppy, "need suppressant, now."

The Slytherin was obviously
not at his most articulate.

"Mr Potter,"
the healer said efficiently, "please take a seat at the other end of the
room. Mr Malfoy, sit on that bed and I will be back in a moment."

She disappeared as Harry
went to do as he was told, and he was slightly worried that it was more difficult
than it should have been to walk away from Malfoy. He sat down and tried not
to think too hard as he watched Poppy come back from her store cupboard and
give Malfoy two potions. The Slytherin downed them like his life depended on
it and then sat there fidgeting as Poppy cast some diagnostic charms over him.

"You should feel the
affects of the suppressant imminently," she told Malfoy professionally,
and Harry did not try and pretend he was not listening. "It will suppress
any urges you may be having and if we are in time, give the neutralising potion
an opportunity to reverse the mating drive. How do you feel?"

For a moment her patient
sat there thinking about this and then a very annoyed frown appeared on his
face.

"Like I want to kill
Potter, rather than do anything else to him," the Slytherin said viciously
and quite frankly Harry had never been so pleased to hear a threat in his life.

Poppy tutted at Malfoy
for that comment, but did not elaborate on her disapproval and Harry could not
help feeling guilty.

"Mr Potter,"
Poppy said in the usual formal manner she used when in company, "you may
return to this end of the room."

Never one to push his luck,
even though he and the healer were good friends he quickly walked towards to
pair. As soon as he reached them Poppy pulled a small bottle out of her apron
and handed it to him.

"Drink this,"
she said firmly and Harry was not quite sure how much trouble he was in; after
all he was supposed to have gone out and just talked to Malfoy and he had returned
with him in this state. "It will suppress any reaction you may be having
to Mr Malfoy's hormonal state until we have determined if the effect has been
reversed. There is an even chance that by tomorrow morning we should be in no
worse a position than we were this morning. I have summoned the headmaster and
your heads of houses, and when they arrive I would be most grateful if you would
explain exactly what happened."

"It's all Potter's
fault," Malfoy said sullenly, but a look from Poppy stopped him from going
any further.

Harry opened the bottle
and downed its contents, not even bothering to grimace at the awful taste; he
was too worried about what was going on. Poppy did not appear happy with him,
but then he couldn't really blame her, he had just managed to make a bad situation
worse without even really trying. It wasn't as if he could have predicted the
lightening strike.

She made him sit down so
she could cast a few diagnostic charms, but she said nothing else directly to
him as they waited for, as far as Harry was concerned, doom to arrive.

The first to appear was
Dumbledore, who breezed in and gave both Harry and Malfoy a bright smile.

"Good afternoon, Gentlemen,
Madame Pomfrey, I understand we have a small problem," the headmaster said
cheerfully.

Dumbledore's habit of understating
the true gravity of anything but life and death situations appeared to be a
little much for Malfoy to take right about then.

"Little?" the
Slytherin said incredulously. "Potter may have very well wrecked my life."

"No need to be melodramatic,
Mr Malfoy," Poppy reprimanded gently.

Harry couldn't help hoping
that that was all it was. He prayed quietly that tomorrow everything would be
back to normal and he could just get on with making a complete prat out of himself
as Malfoy laughed; he didn't even want to consider what would happen if the
treatment did not work.

Snape chose that moment
to walk in, took one look at Harry and sneered.

"What has Potter managed
to do now?" the potions master asked acidly just as Professor McGonagall
appeared in the doorway behind him.

"It could quite easily
have been, Mr Malfoy," Harry's head of house said in his support and he
was very glad to have at least one person on his side.

Snape gave Professor McGonagall
a long look and then walked fully into the room.

"There has been an unfortunate accident," Madame Pomfrey explained
calmly, "and Mr Potter has inadvertently triggered Mr Malfoy's Veela heritage."

The subject of Malfoy's
peculiarities in family line did not seem to be a surprise to anyone.

"He triggered mine
first," Harry muttered under his breath, and from the way Professor Dumbledore
looked at him he had to assume the headmaster was anything but hard of hearing.

"And just how did
you manage that, Potter?" Snape was definitely not going to let him off
the hook.

"He touched me,"
Malfoy said pointedly, "after I specifically told him not to."

"Do not forget the
lightening, Malfoy," Harry said pointedly, "you were about to be struck."

Snape opened his mouth
to comment on this when Dumbledore put up his hand, drawing the man up short.

"I believe,"
the headmaster said thoughtfully, "that taking a moment to discover the
facts in this case, may shed more light on the situation than recriminations.
Harry, did you touch Mr Malfoy after he gave you instructions to the contrary?"

Harry glanced at all the
faces looking at him.

"Yes," he said
honestly, "but it was an accident."

The look on Snape's face
said that he was about to really have a go, but Dumbledore was not ready to
relinquish control.

"And, Harry,"
the headmaster continued calmly, "would you please explain why you took
such action."

"We were out by the
lake talking," he was very glad to be able to give his side of the story,
"and a storm came in. We were on our way back when the lightening started
and I felt the static build up and knew we were going to be hit. I jumped at
Malfoy and put my wings up to protect us," he saw both Snape and McGonagall
raise their eyebrows at the wing comment, "and I don't know what happened
after I was hit, but we ended up holding hands."

"You were struck by
lightening?" Snape sounded incredulous.

"Yes," Harry
replied firmly, "it hurt like hell."

Professor McGonagall was
still looking at him enquiringly.

"Would someone mind
explaining how Mr Potter comes to have wings," the woman asked evenly.

Dumbledore looked to Harry
with an enquiry in his eyes and Harry nodded.

"Mr Potter has Seraphim
ancestry," the headmaster explained for the two heads of house. "His
defeat of Voldemort has allowed this ancestry to manifest."

Professor McGonagall appeared
impressed; Snape looked disgusted.

"And I'm in heat,"
Harry admitted quietly and saw the surprise in even Dumbledore's eyes.

"Which is why I told
you not to touch me," Malfoy took the opportunity for another dig.

"Yes, Mr Malfoy,"
Professor McGonagall said shortly, "I believe we have established what
you did or did not tell Mr Potter."

"If the sources are
to be believed," Snape said coldly, turning everyone's attention straight
back to him, "Seraphim come on heat when they find another they deem suitable
as a mate. Who did you choose, Mr Potter; the Granger girl?"

It did not seem to have
occurred to the two members of staff who did not know, that Harry's problem
and the Malfoy situation were directly connected, and he found he couldn't bring
himself to say it. Going bright red he looked to Poppy for assistance.

"Mr Potter came to
me for advice this morning," the healer said evenly, "he is fixated
on Mr Malfoy. I suggested that Mr Malfoy be made aware of the situation to avoid
possible incidents such as the one which appears to have occurred."

Harry just wanted to disappear
into the floor he was so embarrassed. Professor McGonagall seemed to find the
entire situation completely unbelievable and stared at him almost as hard as
Snape was.

"Harry," the
woman said slowly, "why did you choose Mr Malfoy?"

"I didn't," Harry
protested firmly, "we hate each other. I didn't have a choice in the matter;
the bit of me with wings thinks he's the best candidate and there's nothing
I can do about it."

The expression on Snape's
face was becoming nastier by the second and Harry didn't like that at all.

"Regardless of why
Mr Potter has done what he did," the head of Slytherin said acidly, "he
has clearly assaulted Mr Malfoy, and this situation must be dealt with."

Harry would have protested,
but the look the other three members of staff sent Snape said everything he
may have wanted to express.

"Mr Malfoy,"
Dumbledore said calmly and turned towards the Slytherin, "since it appears
on the surface of things that you are the injured party, I feel it should be
you who choose how we proceed in this matter. If you wish we will alert the
Ministry and have this matter investigated formally or alternatively, if you
wish this matter to remain between yourself and Mr Potter, far from the public
eye, we will deal with it as such."

There was glee in Malfoy's
eye for a few moments until the headmaster mentioned 'the public eye' at which
point the Slytherin seemed to realise that this situation would expose not only
Harry, but himself to scrutiny. It was almost possible to see the thoughts track
across his face and Harry waited nervously for the answer.

"I would prefer,"
Malfoy said slowly, "that as few people be made aware of this situation
as possible."

Dumbledore smiled at the
Slytherin cheerfully.

"Very well,"
the headmaster said brightly, "we will deal with this as quietly as possible
as an internal matter. I believe that the whole incident is clearly an accident
and hence little could be gained from punishing either party involved. I assume
Madame Pomfrey has the matter in hand."

"Yes Headmaster,"
Poppy said efficiently; "Mr Malfoy has taken the suppressant and neutralising
potions and now all we can do is wait. I have also dosed Mr Potter with suppressant
to prevent his condition affecting Mr Malfoy while the neutralising potion has
time to work. The effects of all potions will wear off in approximately twelve
hours, at which point if Mr Malfoy still feels himself under any compunction
to seek out Mr Potter he should return here and we will try other alternatives."

The smile that the headmaster
gave everyone in the room was somewhat over the top as far as Harry was concerned,
but he was incredibly glad he would not be in detention with Filch for the rest
of his school life.

"Good," Dumbledore
said lightly, "then I believe that is settled. Professor Snape, Professor
McGonagall, if you wouldn't mind escorting your respective pupil back their
common room, I believe we may set this matter to rest."

Neither of the Slytherins
appeared very happy with the outcome, but when the headmaster made such cheerful
pronouncements the whole school knew you couldn't do anything about them.

"Come with me, Harry,"
Professor McGonagall said supportively, "and I'll see what I can do about
your uniform before you return to your friends."

That also translated as
'we're going to my office and having a little chat' in McGonagall speak, but
who was Harry to argue and he followed his head of house meekly.

====

It had gone from a not
great day to a really bad day and Harry was very unhappy. Not only was he obsessed
with Malfoy, but now there was a fifty-fifty chance that the Slytherin would
go into heat fully with him as the target. With both of them going after each
other the likelihood of them ending up sleeping together was very high and Harry
did not even want to consider the five percent probability that Malfoy had mentioned.
Fathering a child by Malfoy was definitely not on his to-do list. To top it
all he had shredded his favourite jumper and his winter cloak and thanks to
the fact that his wings had done so magically the garments were refusing to
be repaired by any spell.

He walked into the Gryffindor
common room feeling understandably depressed as well as still aching in every
muscle and found everyone staring at him. With certain dread he knew his day
had just gone from bad to worse.

"Um, Harry,"
it was Colin Creevy who summoned the courage to speak, "about the wings."

He had been seen. Someone
had seen him save Malfoy and Harry knew without a doubt that the whole school
would have been informed by now. Not caring who was in the room the golden boy
of Gryffindor proceeded to swear in the most colourful way he knew how for a
good twenty seconds, and then stormed towards his dorm. As he reached the tower
steps he turned and glared at the shocked faces.

"Just to stop the
questions; one of my ancestors was a Seraphim," he announced loudly so
everyone could hear, "and Voldemort's final laugh is that because of his
power I get wings. If that's not freaky enough I'm in heat and I'm obsessing
over Draco bloody Malfoy who hates me with a passion that is second only to
how the Dark Lord himself used to feel about me. My life is a nightmare and
I think I'm going to lock myself in my room and never come out ever again."

He turned and ran up the
stairs three at a time.

"He's in a good mood,"
someone said quietly, but with his overactive senses Harry picked it up.

"I heard that!"
he bellowed down the stairs and then marched into his dorm.

He was very glad to find
it empty and slammed the door dramatically, after which he pulled out his wand
and threw a locking charm at it that had so much power behind it, about the
only person who would be able to make it through was Dumbledore. If his dorm
mates wanted in they were going to have to persuade him to open it.

====

"Potter!" Malfoy's
voice rang out across the Great hall as the Slytherin came charging through
the door. "Prepare to die a very painful death."

Harry turned from where
he was about to sit down and decided that the Slytherin was probably serious
since Malfoy had his wand in his hand. Just in case he reached into his sleeve
and pulled out his own wand; the pupils in between the pair scattered to either
side. Malfoy's anger answered the question as to whether Poppy's treatment had
taken: it obviously hadn't.

"I'm going to eliminate
my problem before I can't think anymore and I don't care if I have to spend
the rest of my life in Azkaban," the Slytherin really was very annoyed.

It occurred to the back
of Harry's mind that Madame Pomfrey had specifically said Malfoy should go straight
to her if the treatment did not work, but the part-Veela appeared far too angry
for that.

"I'm sorry,"
Harry shouted back as anger warred with desire, "you were about to be struck
by lightening, what was I supposed to do?"

"Cast a shield charm,
leap in front of me," Malfoy snarled and waved his wand menacingly, "but
I thought I made it very clear you were never to touch me."

That was just so unfair
that anger won again.

"I had less than a
second to act," Harry protested loudly, "if I'd gone for my wand you'd
be crispy on the edges and there was no time to get off the ground."

They were no more than
two meters apart now and Malfoy was pointing his wand directly at Harry's chest.
He couldn't help noticing that the Slytherin's grey eyes almost shone when he
was angry. Disgusted with himself and trying to clear his head of any such ideas
Harry took a deep, calming breath.

"Let me make it absolutely
clear," Malfoy said in a very dangerous tone that Harry found strangely
sexy, "if you lay one hand on me I will rip it off."

Cursing every deity under
the sun Harry gave up on anything resembling calm and tried for simply not grabbing
the Slytherin there and then.

"You think I like
this any better than you do?" he replied hotly. "It's not my fault
you picked a bloody stupid place to talk when there was a storm coming in."

His problem was, part of
him liked the idea of ripping Malfoy's clothes off very much and it seemed to
be gaining more of his brain's attention.

"Oh so this is my
fault now is it?" the Slytherin shot back furiously. "If you hadn't
accosted me after the match we wouldn't have been talking in the first place."

Without his conscious consent
Harry took a step towards Malfoy and had to restrain himself from moving any
further.

"I was trying to warn
you," he said pointedly. "If I hadn't talked to you I wouldn't have
known I was not supposed to touch you and I could have done the same thing in
Potions without even knowing it. I'm sorry, okay, but there's nothing I can
do about it now; it was an accident."

"You're one big walking
accident, Potter," Malfoy returned and moved forward again.

A slightly pained expression
crossed the Slytherin's features and Harry was almost sure Malfoy was having
the same problem thinking straight as he was. The attraction was palpable and
he suddenly realised that being in the same room as Malfoy was a really bad
idea.

"Malfoy, magical fields
interact," he said trying to think logically for one minute, "one
of us should leave; now."

By the time he finished
his tone was a little strangled. Malfoy swore and tried to turn, but only managed
a look away before he snapped back.

"I should have killed
you already," the part-Veela bemoaned and closed his eyes in desperation.

Harry just about managed
to keep himself in the same place as a surge of almost unstoppable lust ran
through him. Oh they were definitely interacting now; both on heat and neither
of them could break away.

"Goyle," the
Slytherin called to his companion urgently, "get me the hell out of here
this instant."

Harry's wing nubs twitched
as the wall of a boy moved to do as Malfoy told him; the part of him that was
rapidly gaining control did not like that idea. It was as if the primeval part
of his brain had woken up and was taking over, leaving his rational thoughts
to sit at the back of his mind and kill time. He knew without a doubt that if
something didn't happen soon the pull of his instincts would be too much for
him. Harry Potter jumping Draco Malfoy in the Great Hall for everyone to see
was not how he wanted to go down in Hogwarts history.

When Goyle reached out
to take hold of Malfoy's shoulders Harry's wand hand flicked as if it had a
mind of its own and the broad Slytherin went sliding backwards; Harry had not
even used a spell.

"Malfoy," he
said in a desperate voice, "stupefy me, blast me, anything; just don't
let me get to you or we will both regret it."

The Slytherin's features
hardened in concentration, but all he managed to do was take another step forward.

"I can't," Malfoy
admitted and he actually looked slightly afraid.

Harry felt as if his whole
body had been ripped from his control and he moved so they were nose-to-nose.
He wanted to flare out his wings and show how strong he was; he wanted to sweep
Malfoy into his arms; and it was so hard not to.

"If you get me pregnant,
Potter," the Slytherin hissed at him in no more than a whisper, "I'll
do worse than Cruciatus."

They were millimetres apart
now and the pull between them was almost painful. Harry heard the sound of someone
casting the stupefy hex and his wings almost flared in response, but for one
moment he managed to claw onto his self-control. It only took a fraction of
a second before it was too late and he felt the blast hit him from the side.
Eternally grateful to whoever had acted, Harry slid into unconsciousness.

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