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Kingdom Come 6/ ?

By: PeachDancer82

Pairing: HP/DM, others

Rating: R and slash people

Disclaimer: BLAH BLAH BLAH. I�m not Rowling.

Summary: Two weeks after the Initiation and Harry moving in with Sirius and Remus, this chapter gives a recap of how their lives are so far and thy�s y�s events leading up to their first meeting. How will it go?

A/N: Um, ok�Its been forever, I know, but given the time I had to write this chapter and my inability to just shut up and quit typing this chapter is LOOONNG. But hey its about what three months of rewriting *shrugging shoulders* Anyway for those of you who�ve read this before, chapters 4 and 5 have been redone, beta�d and more as been added to the end of both (about 5 pages each) so check it out. Anyway I hope you enjoy, I tried to make this meeting and the reaction different from all the other Veela stories and tried to update it with cannon as much as I could given the glaring obviousness so�onwards!

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Chapter 6: The Meeting

The first thing Draco noticed when he opened his eyes was that he�d forgotten to draw the curtains around his bed, the sun was shining brightly in his face, blinding him foreconecond. Turning around so he was lying on his back he closed his eyes again as he drifted off slightly.

Sighing, Draco pulled the sheet over his head, as a cool breeze started to blow through the window. It�d been a couple of weeks since his initiation and after all the years of studying and preparation Draco was glad that it was all over, being a fully initiated veela was just as wonderful as he�d imagined. However, the only downside was that the past two weeks had been a whirlwind of activity. He�s sat in on state dinners, attended more royal meetings than he�d care to admit and had even gone to a inter-species conference. He�d hardly had time to breathe.

But today would be different, he had the day off. Reveling in the luxury of sleeping in he couldn�t help but let his mind wonder to thoughts of his mate. He hadn�t felt the tug here in Velciara, so he could only figure his mate wasn�t a veela. He didn�t have a problem with t alt although, now it could be months or even years until he sensed his mate. He was just really anxious to find out who it was. Hearing a knock on his door brought him out of his musing, leaving the subject to be pondered at another time.

"Come."

The door opened and his mother swept into the room smiling brightly, "Dragon, I�m glad you�re awake, I need you to take my place at the brunch meeting with all the heads of house this morning."

Draco groaned, "Ggracgracious I thought I had a day off." He rolled over pulling the sheets back over his head.

Narcissa just smiled and walked towards the wardrobe opening it, "Well, its not as if you�ve never been to one of them before," she said as she began to sift through all of Draco�s garments. "You know they don�t last that long, you�ll beand and out in no time," She said as she pulled out his state tunic

"Muma," Draco whined from under the pillow that he�d pulled over his head.

Shaking her head at the prince�s antics she walked towards her son, "La asa, it�s not that serious," Narcissa pulled the covers back, making Draco curl in a ball against the sudden draft. "I need you to do this for me, some how I double booked and I have a meeting with Lower Congress., Crossing her arms gave her son an amused look, "Unless you want to give the opening speech to congress instead?"

"Uh�no." Draco pulled the pillow off his head, opening one eye to look at his mother. "What time is it anyway, like 7:00 in the morning?" Draco asked rubbing his eyes.

Smirking Narcissa tossed Draco�s tunic at him, "No�its 12:30, you�ve slept all morning and missed breakfast by the way."

Sitting up, Draco used his seeker reflexes and caught his clothes in the air. "Really?"

"Yes," The princess turned and walked over to the bureau mirror, and began fixing her hair. She turned back to her son who had fallen back and pulled the sheets over his head again. Sighing Narcissa lifted her hand and Draco found himself suddenly three feet above his bed. Draco let out an undignified whoop as he started to turn in mid air. Lifting an eyebrow, Narcissa watched as her son struggled to control his movements. "Now get dressed. After brunch you�ll be going to Pansy�s. She�s invited you to spend the weekend with her for her birthday." With that she gave her son a wicked smile and left.

Draco stared at the door in utter disbelief, swinging his arms as he felt himself starting to turn in mid air once more. "MUUUUM"

Narcissa stuck her head in the door, "Yes?"

Gesturing to himself , which Draco found that the sudden movement set him spinning again, "A little help here."

"Use your wings, darling," Narcissa said patronizingly before closing the door.

�Duh� Draco mentally smacked himself as he concentrated. Although he�d done this numerous times in the last two weeks it still itched as the wings pushed out. Slightly disappointed at still not having it be a smooth transformation, because he always tended to hesitate in the beginning, Draco flew around his room once before he landed and picked up his tunic.

Walking towards his bathroom to shower Draco stopped in front of his mirror and looked at his reflection. Pulling a wing around his body, so it wrapped around his shoulder, Draco fingered the feathers. He still marveled at the texture, they were soft as silk but he knew together they were strong as steel; it made an awesome picture when they were out. Smiling to himself he plucked one, he held it up to the light and watched how the pure white of it reflected the light like a prism, sparkling with the colors of the rainbow. Retracting his wings, Draco put the feather down next to his tunic that he�d draped over a chair and started the shower. After giving it a minute to warm up he hoped in.

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Hng ang a scraping sound at his window, Harry half-heartily woke up. Mumbling under his breath as he untangled his limbs that had some how found their way wrapped up in the covers, he practically rolled out of bed. Stumbling over to the window, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand as he yawned. Squinting from the brightness of the sun, Harry fumbled with the latch. "Mornin� Hedwig," he said through another yawn, when he�d finally opened the window. The white owl nipparryarry�s nose and flew into the room, making sweep around the perimeter, before she settling herself atop a ledge next to the window.

Stretching his arms into the air and groaning, Harry shook his head groggily. Looking back at the bed, he noticed he�d left his glasses on the nightstand. It was times like this he was glad for wandless magic, even though he�d saved the world from Voldemort he still couldn�t do magic until his birthday, the ministry still being a little backward. Holding out his hand he called, "Accio glasses." Watching the glasses fly into his hand Harry remembered the first time he�d done wandless magic. The summer after his fifth year, the summer he�d thought Sirius died, he�d been in the garden pruning the bushes like his aunt had instructed. He didn�t mind the labor as it took his mof tof the events of the past few months as he morosely threw himself into the work. At one point when he noticed he would need a small shovel to dislodge a particularly tight vine, he went to reach for it, finding it just beyond his finger tips, and really not wanting to get up, he was being silly and said �Accio shovel.� Harry had nearly jumped out his skin when the tool flew into his hand; however, startled and elated he spent the rest of the afternoon calling things to himself, until his uncle saw a driveway statue whizzing past his car when he pulled up. The color red the beefy man turned was surely a new tint of color altogether as he dragged his �freak� nephew into the house admonishing the evils of magic all the way to Harry�s room. Which he�d locked securely for the grievance.

Laughing at the memory, Harry put his glasses on and looked around his bedroom when he noticed the robe he had been wearing the night before was hanging on a hook next to the wardrobe. Looking down at himself he noticed he was no longer wearing his clothes, but a pair of pajamas; Sirius and Remus must have changed him. The past two weeks the three wizards had bonded even more and had fallen into the regular routine of being a family. Harry, through a lot of pleading and pouty looks, had talked Remus and Sirius into buying a muggle entertainment system, which they charmed to work on magic. So for the past few nights they�d spent the evenings watching muggle DVDs which Sirius and Remus found absolutely fascinating. Most of the time Harry would fall asleep in the den before the end of the movie, leaving Sirius or Remus to try wake him up and walk him up to his room.

Harry walked towards the bathroom to relive himself and as he past the computer, which he�d also talked his godfathers into getting and charming, he heard it say "You�ve got mail." He�d been e-mailing Hermione ever since he�d got connected to the muggle Internet. She was ecstatic when she found out he as getting a computer and researched for days trying to find a spell that would connect him. Walking out the bathroom, he noticed he�d forgotten to bring in his telescope from outside. He could see through the pulled back curtains it was still set up on the balcony from a couple of days ago when Ron had come over to do their astronomy homework.

"I�ll put it up later." He said to himself as he walked towards the wardrobe. He opened the door and pulled out a random robe from all of his newly bought clothes that were hanging neatly on the rack. He�d started wearing traditional casual robes more and more, seeing as it was the vast majority of his wardrobe even if he sometimes would forgo he robes for muggle clothes. Walking to the dresser that was beside the wardrobe he opened it and pulled out an undershirt. "Huh, guess the house elves did laundry," he mumbled as he looked around the room, where he had left all his dirty clothes randomly thrown about along with books and misc. junk. Apparently when he went to the den the night before his room had been cleaned and everything put away. Even though Maureen and Dido kept a tight ship when it came to caring for their Masters and their son, Hank, had taken it upon himself to personally ally himself into Harry�s personal service Harry tried to keep his room his personal space. But, every so often in the past weeks, one of the elves would sneak and clean his room.

Shaking his head a little at the thought, Harry smiled bemusedly, he didn�t think he�d ever get used to this. After changing quickly he walked to the door that led to the hallway and opened it, and walked out, only to find Sirius and Remus snogging passionately in the hallway.

Harry closed the door softly behind him and turned to face his godfathers. Apparently Remus was in a good mood, usually he tried to be more discreet about their relationship, because Harry could have sworn he�d just heard his lycanthrop guardian moan. Harry caught Remus�s eye as Sirius started trailing kisses down his neck, and giving the werewolf a wink Harry started down the hall, laughing to himself as he made his way to the kitchen.

He wasn�t at all disgusted when his godparents showed each other affection in front of him, most of the time he�d tease them for not being able to keep themselves in check when they forgot he was there, which if he thought about it, was a lot actually. Harry thought about being in their position, having some one that was yours, truly yours who would love you and care for er ter ter than any outside love. He�d had a couple of lovers before but nothing serious. He�d never before let himself get too carried away with the fantasy of having a partner before, but seeing as how things were definitely getting better in his life now maybe, just maybe he could find it in his heart to open up to someone.

When Harry got to the kitchen he noticed that the table was full of food and picking up a plate he started pilling it on. He�d just found a seat and cleared a spot for his plate when he heard the voices of his godfathers in the stairwell.

Laughinemusemus was trying to walk into the kitchen with a little dignity, which was hard at that moment seeing as how he had his un- satiable lover attacking his neck. It reminded him of those nights after the Leaky Cauldron incident when Sirius had come to him bemoaning about his obvious lack of sanity and apologized profusely for being a jealous prat. Sirius had done all of that with such a cute face, not to mention the flowers he�d brought. When Remus had mentioned that he wasn�t a woman and couldn�t be coerced by plants. Sirius just said he�d run out of ideas and was willing to try anything. He had such a adorable pout that he just couldn�t resist and let Sirius make it up to him, and make it up he did. He had those love bits for a week. He noticed Harry sitting at the table where Maureen, who obviously thought they were housing a Quiddich team, laid out breakfast. "Morning Harry."

Sirius, who didn�t know Harry was up let alone out of his room, relented his attack on his lover�s neck, startled to find the raven-haired wizard in the kitchen. Straitening his robes as if nothing had been going on he blew a kiss at Remus as he walked over to the table to get himself something to eat, "Good morning."

"Yes. I see it has been a good morning hasn�t it," Harry teased before sticking another forkful of eggs into his mouth.

Fighting the blush that he was suas ras rising rapidly Sirius lightly smacked Harry across the head as he reached for a muffin, "Oh ho, cheeky today aren�t we"

"Not as cheeky as you seem to be," Harry retorted playfully, "You�re blushing."

Coloring even darker, Sirius just glared as Harry began to snicker.

Remus, amused by Sirius reactions to the younger wizard�s teasing decided to help out his mate and took a seat opposite Harry next to Sirius, who was pilling his plate full ongerngers. He grabbed the serving fork and started placing hotcakes onto the plate in front of him, "How�s you�re tongue healing from your little adventure in muggle London." Glancing at the animagus who snorted, he gave him a look before continuing, "Sirius says his is healing fine."

Laughing at the obvious Harry couldn�t resist, "You mean he showed you."

Rolling his eyes and fighting his own blush, Remus put the fork down and reached for the syrup. "Yes, well regardless of how the information was conveyed..." At that Harry busted out laughing and Sirius started to chuckle as well. Sighing, Remus couldn�t help but smile, once Harry got started it was hard to keep serious and liking the light mood he seamed to be in Remus didn�t want to spoil it and just started eating.

After the three wizards finished eating, Remus announced that he had some reports to finish and would be in his study. Sirius reached out and grabbed Harry�s arm, as he was about to go up the stairs. Putting a finger to his lip Sirius watched Remus ascended the stairs, glancing briefly at his mate�s posterior he waited until the werewolf was out of hearing distance. Whispering, "Meet me in the back in about an hour," Glancing back up the stairs to make sure that Remus wasn�t on his way back down, "We�re going to work some more on the bike today, okay?"

Harry�s eyes lit up, "Okay." They�d only had a chance to work on it twice since he�d gotten it, due to Sirius always being in court or at the office, but Harry already fell in love with �his girl� and couldn�t wait until it was ready. Whistling happily, he made his way upstairs to change into some old clothes.

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Sitting in his appointed chair that was situated in between his grandparents, at the head of the table, Draco let his eyes roam over the room. The brunch with the heads of houses was heart wrenchingly boring. What made it even worse was that he had to actually participate in the mundane conversations that were going on around him. Trying to stifle the yawn that was creeping up on him, Draco smiled graciously at the woman next to him. She had been droning on and on about some trivial matter for the last twenty minutes, Draco had no idea as to what the topic was. Lifting his fork to his lips he uttered a committal "uhmm."

This seemed to please the lady because before he knew it, she had called the attention of all of the diners and he suddenly found himself having everyone�s undivided attention. Bewildered as to what had garnered the attention of everyone, he caught Pagas�s eye. She was mouthing something to him, but he couldn�t quite make out what she was trying to say. Turning to his right he saw that even his grandmother was looking expectantly at him. Draco racked his brain for some idea as to what the conversation had been about and what the proper response would be. "Err, I think that whatever the people decide as a whole would be the most beneficial." Using a fail-safe democratic response.

The woman next to him, the wife of the second house head, smiled brightly, "Spoken like a true leader, Draconis, I completely agree."

"As do I," the queen said raising her wineglass with a slight tilt of her head in Draco�s direction she brought it to her mouth and took a sip. Relived, Draco picked up his own glass and unceremoniously downed it all in one go. The rest of the meeting went on with out incident, baring the fact that his grandfather had to nudge his foot under the table a couple of times to keep him from falling face first into his porridge. When the food was finally cleared away and the group were waiting for tea to arrive his Grandmother turned to him "Draconis, your mother has informed me earlier that you were invited to spend some time with your friends from school for the weekend?"

Startled at being addressed again Draco had to think a moment, "Yes," seeing everyone�s attention was once again on him he continued, "Pansy is having a birthday party."

She nodded as the tea was set before her by one of the servants, "Well then you are excused, I�m sure you need to pack," smiling bemusedly as Draco tried hard not to seem relived at being excused early, "and send my congratulations to the young lady."

More than glad for the by your leave, Draco tried hard not to make a fool of himself and scramble out of his chair as he delicately wiped his mouth with the napkin that had been laying across his lap and placed it on the table. Standing up he bid farewell to the diners and with a bow to his grandparents and a smile for Pagas, he departed their company.

Once outside the dinning room Draco let out the loud breath of relief he was holding and made his way back towards his family�s quarters. Upon arriving, Draco went straight to his room. Sighing tiredly he unclipped the state sash from around his shoulders and dropped it on a small table that was lined up against the wall. Walking through the sitting room to his room he flopped on to his bed and rubbed his eyes, thinking about what he needed to take with him for the weekend. Not much since it was the beginning of summer and knowing Pansy they�d probably swim a lot anyway.

Rolling over with a groan, he was still a little tired, Draco walked over to his wardrobe and lifted out the bag he�d brought with him from the manor. Going through his wardrobe Draco didn�t have much to pack, he�d left most of his wizarding clothes at the manor. He pulled off his tunic, throwing it across the back of a chair that stood next to his wardrobe, and picked out typical wizading shirt*, a short-sleeved pull over with strings tied across the top. Pulling it on he took out a pair of black pants. Looking in his wardrobe he realized that he�d probably have to stop by the Manor to get a couple of summer over robes, or just buy new ones in Diagon Alley some time this weekend. It didn�t take long for him to finish stuffing his bag.

Picking up his tunic Draco took his wand out of the holster before dropping the garment back on the chair. He turned and summoned his toiletries out of the bathroom. Catching his bottles of soap, shampoo and hair potion without any trouble Draco bent down to place them in the bag when his decanter of oil came whizzing into the room, not noticing Draco continued to arrange his bag and was hit in the head.

"What the hell?" Looking down, Draco glared at the offending bottle as he rubbed the sore spot on his head. Bending down he picked up the decanter and put it into his bag. Sealing his bag, Draco hefted it over his shoulder and with on look around the room walked back through into his sitting room. Going to the bookshelves Draco picked out a couple of books and was packing them not noticing when Lucius walked in. He too had changed out of his veela tunic and was wearing traditional robes.

Lucius leaned against the frame of the door and watched his son pack, he only smirked when Draco stood up to walk in front of the mirror to fix his hair, uncharacteristically snorting when Draco practiced the patented Malfoy smirk "Are you finished packing master Malfoy."

Stunned, but deciding to not give his father the satisfaction, he played along and mock bowed, "But of course, sir, my bag is just there." Seeing his father chuckle, he fixed a stray hair behind his ear and asked, "You�re taking me, I thought Mamu was?"

Lucius pushed off the doorframe and walked into the room. "Congress will be breaking for lunch but it�s to go on all day, and I need to bac back to the manor to finalize some business. So we decided I�d do it." Seating himself in one of the chairs he continued, "She�ll be along in a minute to see us off though."

"Oh ok," Draco walking over to his desk and picking up his Malfoy signet ring and putting it on.

Just then Narcissa walked into the room, "Where�s you�re outer robe?" she asked.

Draco cracked his fingers, giving his mother an apologetic smile when she cringed at the sound. "I need to pick up a couple of my summer robes from thnor,nor, I don�t have any that fit here."

Narcissa walked up to Draco and motherly scrutinized his height, "You should just buy some in Diagon Alley, I doubt you can fit any at the Manor either."

Draco nodded, "I thought about that too."

Narcissa smiled as she brushed some imaginary lint from Draco�s shoulder. Conjuring up a black satin sash she walked around Draco and started to tie back his hair.

Draco and Lucius exchanged glances. When Narcissa finished turned him to face her. Looking him over, satisfied she patted his cheek then walked over to Lucius, who stood up and they joined hands, "You two should be going, I just spoke with Violet and she�ll be expecting you within the hour"

Picking up his bag, Draco was following his parents out of the door when he remembered, "I�m going to have to get the key to the vauut out of your office, father."

"You know," Lucius glanced over his shoulder at Draco, "we should get you a vault of your own, you�re of age now," Lucius stated as they walked into the foyer. "As a matter of fact you need to start taking your place in the wizarding world as a Malfoy and attend some business meetings too. Start learning how to run the Malfoy estate."
ScruScrunching his face at the thought, "Man coming of age certainly has its draw backs, I think I liked it better not having to worry about everything."

Narcissa started to chuckle, "I�m going to tell you a little secret, With great power comes great responsibility. My grandmother told me that when I came of age. Even though you�re not to be the monarch of Velciara you still have duties to your family and your people. And the fact that you�re the scion of the Malfoy line just adds to the package. Once you produce and heir for the throne you have to be ready to take your place as the head of one of the greatest wizarding families of England."

Seeing Draco groan slightly, Narcissa released Lucius�s hand as they red red the foyer and turned Draco towards her so she could look into his eyes. "This is not a burden, but a blessing. You�re in a position to make a difference in the way the worlds is, you should consider it a privilege."

"I guess," Draco gave his mother smile and she smiled back and stood on tiptoes giving him a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Listen to your mother son," Lucius said giving Draco a pat on the shoulder, "you�ll go far. Now lets get going." Pulling Narcissa to himself he lowered his voice seductively, "and I�ll see you later."

Rolling his eyes Draco shook his head as he opened the door. As he walked out he called back, "Get a room." The only sound he heard as the door closed behind him was his mother moaning. "Now that�s disturbing," Draco shook his head trying to rid him self of the image as he made his way down the hall.

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"We�re going to need to get a magical adapter." Sirius said as he stood up wiping the oil off his hands on his pants.

Harry, who was sitting on ool ool next to his bike tightening a screw, looked up. "Can we get it today?" He had a smudge of oil on his right cheek that only grew when he used his arm to push up his glasses that were sliding off his face from the sweat that was dripping down his forehead. It was really hot and He and Sirius had been in the garage working on Harry�s bike for t tht three hours.

Neville had joined them earlier that afternoon when he came to see Harry. He was sitting on the ground leafing through a motorcycle manual. He looked up and glanced between the two wizards, "You can send off for it by owl." He offered as he pushed his sweaty hair out of his face. The heat had reached a sweltering temperature in the garage, because Sirius didn�t want Remus finding out about the bikes so he kept the door closed. Sirius and Harry had divulged themselves of their shirts, leaving their chest bare and glistening with sweat. Just as Neville, who had worn one of his cooling charmed summer robes over, was sweating.

Sirius grabbed one of the towels that were siting on a work bench nearby and wiped his face, "No, I think were going to have to go to Diagon Alley if we want to continue working on it today," came his muffled reply, "mail order takes too long."

Nodding, Harry dropped the wrench he was holding into the toolbox by his foot, "Alright let�s go." Standing up Harry grabbed the two towels Sirius handed him and removed his glasses running one of them, across his forehead, "Give me minute to shower and change." Turning towards his friend he tossed him a towel, "Would you like to come Neville?"

Neville caught the towel and standing up wiped his face. "Yea, let me ride home and change too." He said as he dusted his robes, he walked over to a corner and retrieved his broom, "Give me about thirty minutes?"

Harry picked up his shirt and followed Neville towards the door. Throwing his shirt around his neck he matched strides with Neville as they exited garagarage. "Okay," remembering something Harry stopped, "Hold on," he said to Neville. Turning around he stuck his head through the doorway. Sirius was standing in front of Harry�s motorcycle putting it under an invisibility charm, "Sirius are we going to floo there?"

Confident that the bike was sufficiently hidden Sirius lowered his wand "Yea, we�ll floo. I�m going to call ahead and make sure they have some though." He followed the two younger wizards out of the shed as they made their way towards the house.

Neville mounted his broom when they got to the back door, kicking off so that he was hovering, wobbling unsteadily "Oh yea, my grandmother wanted to know if you all wanted to have dinner tonight. I forgot to say something earlier."

Smiling at his friend struggling to maintain control of his broom, Harry looked towards Sirius who nodded, "Tell her we�d be delighted, but we have to ask Remus first to see if he can come." Neville nodded as Sirius entered the house.

Neville turned to Harry, "By the way, the reason I came over earlier was to tell you something I�ve been meaning to for a while, I WOHA�"Suddenly Neville was off on a tangent, flying fast, just like first year. A little worried Harry watched his friend trying to regain control, finally he did, turning around he shouted, "I�ll tell you later," and waving he was off..

Waving back Harry just shook his head; Neville had improved a lot over the last couple of years. He�d proved himself in battle as well. During the war, he would often volunteer at the nursery, which had been set up at Hogwarts for all of the younger children of the order members and refugees. When it had been attacked, Neville was doing his shift and surprised many when he showed the fpowepower of the Longbottom lineage by taking down more than his fair share of Death Eaters. He, however was still the same Neville though, clumsy and shy and when it came right to it, Harry wouldn�t have his friend any other way.

Harry made his way into the house, taking the back steps to his room he threw his shirt down next to his bed when he entered his bedroom and made his way to the bathroom. His bathroom was Harry�s favorite room in his whole suite; never having one of his own before Harry had love indulging in the luxury that it afforded. His bathtub was what looked to be a seven person Jacuzzi was the focal point followed by the two-person shower on the left and the large vanity on the right all done in gold and earth tones, it was an oasis.

After stepping out the shower Harry decided to forgo the traditional robes and dressed in a black tee and a pair of blue jeans that when he looked in the mirror he had to admit hung just right. He walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out his biker boots that Sirius had insisted he buy. He walked over to his bed and sat down and pulled on the boots, lacing and buckling each. When he was finished Harry reached across the bed and picked up his wand off the nightstand. Standing up he slipped his wand in his back pocket and walked over to his wardrobe. He pulled out a light blue summer over robe and pulled it on over his clothes. Making his way out the door Harry ran into Sirius who was just stepping out of his room. He was wearing a white linen lace up shirt and a pair of black jeans, which Harry had insisted he bought in muggle London, a dark blue over robe and a pair of black boots. He was shaking the excess water from his hair that he�d left down, when he looked up, "Harry, Ron fire-called while you were in the shower and I invited him to join us in Diagon Alley."

Harry smiled, "Oh, good he can help us with the bike too." The weaseleys, like most of everyone, hadn�t come out of the war unscathed. With George being paralyzed after being crushed by a falling tree in one of the battles, Percy�s self-ostracism and subsequent death during the ministry attack that killed Fudge, and the attack and ultimate destruction on the burrow which had left them homeless for a while, they�d had suffered great losses like everyone else who�d survived the war. Even with the Arthur�s promotion and them relocating to the Minister�s Mansion.

"He�d like that. Maybe I should have asked him if he could get some of his dad�s notes on rewiring muggle machines," Sirius said distractedly, "The older models are tricky." He turned to walk down the hallway and Harry followed. "Oh, and I think Ginny might be going as well."

"Okay." Harry didn�t mind, Ginny was growing up to be a beautiful young woman. They�d even dated briefly before they finally figured it was just too weird, after all they were like family "Hey, is Remus still around, I haven�t seen him since this morning, it�s the weekend I hope he didn�t have to go to the office?"

The two wizards were making their way down the stairs when they heard the doorbell ring, "No, but he�s still in his office working. Could you tell him we�re leaving?" Sirius asked as crossed the foyer to answer it.

Harry turned in the direction Remus�s office was and began walking down the hallway. Coming to the door Harry knocked, listening for permission, "Come in."

Harry opened the door to see Remus sitting at his desk writing, "Hey, Sirius asked me to tell you that we�re leaving now."

Looking up from his papers Remus smiled, "Oh okay you two have a nice time. Could you ask Sirius to pick up some parchment and ink?"

"Yea I�ll let him know."

Thanks," Remus said going back to work

Harry was on his way out when he remembered, " I almost forgot, Neville�s grandmother invited us to eat dinner over at their house tonight, do you want to go?"

"Oh she did?" Remus stopped what he was doing and thought, "That was nice of her, tell her that I�ll be there"

"Okay, see you Moony"

"Later," he replied distractedly as he went back to work.

Harry closed the door behind him and went back down the hall. As he neared the parlor Harry could hear voices and laughing, walking to the door of the parlor Harry slid the door open to see Ron and Neville on one of the sofas laughing at something Sirius was telling them. Ginny sitting in one of the chairs flipping through the pages of a book. "What�s so funny?"

Ron looked up to see his friend walk into the room just shook his head trying to regain control of his laughter. Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother and Neville as they continued to laugh. "It wasn�t that funny guys." Harry could tell she was blushing when she stood up and gave him a hug, "Sirius just told a dirty joke about a muggle biker or something, you really didn�t miss anything."

Chuckling too, Harry returned the hug and looked at his Godfather, "Ah, that one,"

Stepping back Ginny just sighed, "Boys."

"Alright troops lets get to the Alley," Sirius grabbed the jar of floo off the mantel.

Standing straighter with importance Ron took out his wand, "You all go on ahead," looking smug, "I�m going to apparate." Although they all knew how to apparate, they were taught during the war, Ron was the only one outthe the group who was legally allowed to ever since the ragerage magic laws went back into effect. He�d turned 17 the week after school ended, while he and his family where in Egypt visiting Bill.

Ginny just gave her brother an exasperated look as she grabbed a handful and threw it into the flames calling out the Leaky Cauldron. Neville was the next to go when he disappeared into the green flames Harry grabbed a handful and followed.

**********

Lucius caught up to Draco by the time he reached the steps. He was all flushed and he gave his son a wink. Draco rolled his eyes as the walked the rest of the way out of the palace in silence.. Stepping outside the Lucius and Draco walked past the guards and through the garden where they greeted Lucianda and Polyse who were watching LaRosa play with the water sprites in the pond. When they got to the East Gate a carriage was already waiting for them. Draco handed his bag to the driver who stored it and followed his father inside.

Sitting down Draco sighed, "At least I get some sort of vacation for a while." Laughing Lucius handed his son a butterbeer from the cooler of the magically expanded carriage, which from the inside looked more like a limo. "I don�t know about that. I really do think I�m going to arrange for you to meet with the executive officers of the Malfoy Corporations some time this week, like I said earlier you need to start being more active in the going ons of the estate.

Swallowing at the thought, Draco looked at his father, "I�m staying at the manor after this weekend?"

Lucius nodded as he pulled out a briefcase from under the seat; "Your mother�s coming as well. We�reng tng to stay there for a couple of weeks, but I think you�re going to be going back and forth for meetings and such." He heard Draco mutter �Merlin� under his breath and with a dismissive wave of his hand continued, "I�ll see if we can lesson your load for a while, but you�re going to need to balance between the wizaring world and Velciara."

"Oh, Goody" Draco said under his breath before taking another drink. Lucius merely lifted an eyebrow before he opened his briefcase and started looking througe pae parchments Finished with his drink Draco put the bottle in one of the holders and sat back to watch the scenery roll past. They drove for about 15 minutes when Draco perked up recognizing what they were approaching as the carriage started to slow down, the boarder. "Father, can I help raise veil?"

Looking up, Lucius looked at Draco with a calculating look, "Do you think you can manage it?"

Almost giddy with anticipation, Draco eagerly nodded, "I�ve been reading up on the process and I think I can do it."

Making an impressed face Lucius pressed a button on the side of the carriage, "Yes?"

A voice answered.

"My son would like to help raise he veil, please inform the boarder patrol."

"Yes sir." There was a click and Lucius looked at his son who was smiling widely.

"I hope you know what you�re doing, this take a lot of magic. By the way," the senior Malfoy reached into his robe pocket and pulled out a vial filled with a sky-blue colored liquid. "You�re going to have to take this twice a day when you�re in the wizarding world. Your veela magic is searching for your mate and since you still new at it will take time for you to control it. Believe me having every witch and wizard in a mile radius pulled towards you isn�t as excitin it it sounds." Handing it over to Draco, he continued, "Until you bond you�ll have to take this once a month even when you�re in Velecira or the pull will be distracting."

Taking the offered potion, Draco looked at it while his father explained holding it up to the light so he could see how clear blue it was. "The Amore Conic," Draco said in awe.

"Yes," Lucius nodded as he started to return to his work, "but don�t take it yet since you want to lift the veil you need all your veela magic uninhibited."

"Okay." Just then the carriage came to a complete stop and there was a beep overhead.

Lucius pushed the intercom button once more, "Yes?"

"We�ve come to the boarder, the patrol are aware of Prince Malfoy�s wish to assist them and are waiting your connivance."

"Very well, he�ll be out shortly," Lucius cutoff the connection as Draco scrambled to adjust his tunic and exit the carriage. Lucius placed his hand over Draco�s just as he was about to open the latch, "Be careful, if it becomes to much there�s no shame in retreating."

Draco smirked, "Yes, but when has anything been to much for a Malfoy?"

Lucius lifted an eyebrow, "Well said son, spoken like a true Malfoy," Lucius agreed. With a nod of his head and a sweeping gesture with his hand, "As you were."

Draco grinned and exited the carriage. The light outside was binding bright after the dimness of the carriage and when his eyes adjusted they immediately widened in shock. It seams that when they alerted the boarder patrol someone alerted the press. They�re were about a dozen reporters and photographers, and apparently some of the veela that resided in the country had also heard about Draco attempting to raise the veil as well because a crowd was gathering and people were still flying over.

Draco just stood their slack jawed for a second when he turned around and whipped opened the door of the carriage, alerting his father, "Draco, what�?"

"Someone�s alerted the press," Draco interrupted. It was his Barocc all over again, not that he didn't enjoy the attention, he just couldn�t believe that this was that interesting of an event.

Lucius just sighed heavily as, he neatly put away the parchments, closing the briefcase, not sparing it a glance when it burped and vanished. Draco stood back as his father stepped out of the carriage. Squinting a little at the sun, Lucius strolled over to the post house of the boarder patrol, Draco following two steps behind. "What�s the meaning his?his?" Lucius demanded when they were met by two of the guards, as the approached the boarder patrol building. The two veela swiftly bowed when they stopped in front of the Malfoys, "Prince Draconis didn�t need an audience."

"I�m sorry your highness," The taller of the two offered, "your call came in just as a group was coming in, I assume it was overheard."

Lucius narrowed his eyes, "You had better be correct in your assumptions."

"We are positive sir," the shorter of the two answered meekly. Lucius rounded his glare on the other guard, when he cringed Lucius smirked, satisfied he�s meaning had sufficiently been understood.

Turning to Draco, "Do you still want to proceed?"

"Of course," Draco said with a dignified air, he was well versed in how to act publicly, and seeing as how there was now an audience the question was rhetorical in nature anyway. He knew his backing out was no longer an option and failure was out of the question.

Lucius nodded knowing his son caught his meaning. "Carry on then," he said as he turned and walked back over to stand by the carriage.

The guards bowed swiftly to Draco before they started walking towards the border, "This way Your Highness."

Draco followed the other veelas to the edge of the boarder, as he got closer he could feel the wards that hid Velciara from both muggle and wizard world alike. The magic was old, some even said Aphrodite had set them herself. No one could enter or leavlcialciara unless they lifted the veil that shielded it.

The boarder�s magiks were impenetrable and it could only be lifted from four points around the kingdom, one in each cardinal direction. It usually took four veela to lift the veil, the layering was so thick. It had four layers, each with a different magical signature, one for each house, so to lift part of veil one had to have a stronger connection to one of the houses. The veela themselves were all interrelated in some way, and each of them had blood from each of the four houses, most of the lifters had a strong tie to at least one of the houses to have any effect on one of the layers. All that was required wasimplimple test on the pulls to see which one could be effected.

Seeing as Draco already knew which tie was stronger, and being from the first house, he was to go first so he could lift the first layer. It was the hardest of the four to do because it was to be held and stabilized until the other three were lifted and locked into place. Draco swallowed as he walked to the Lifting Crescent, even though it was only two o�clock the sun was beating on Draco�s back as he stood waiting for the other three to get into position, when they were all standing to his right in a semi-circle, Draco began.

Draco slowed his breathing and focused on his magic, he knew this was another test of his resilience and strength so he cleared his thoughts of everything except the task at hand. Slowly he felt his magic rising and he focused on pulling it out, unlike when he extracted his wings and wrapped the magic around himself, he remembered reading that he needed his magic to branch out and connect with the veil.

Lucius watched in bated breath as Draco stood with the boarder guards. He knew Draco had the hardest veil to lift and hold, he couldn�t help either, his magic connected with the third veil. He knew Draco would try with all he had to succeed, he was after all a Malfoy, but he was new to his inheritance and his control was still a little shaky. However these concerns didn�t show on his face as he glanced around the crowd, he wore the perfect �Malfoy� mask. Everyone was watching their prince attempt his first public showing since his inheritance. He couldn�t help but smirk when he saw the photographers snapping away.

Draco�s breaths were coming quicker, and the sweat was starting to form on his brow as he finally felt the volcanic pressure that the book said he�d feel. Letting it build up to the point of internal combustion D pus pushed the magic out in one great thrust, propelling his magic towards the veil, wrapping it around what his magic recognized as part of its signature. As soon as he felt the connection complete Draco slowly lifted his arms.

"He�s done it," someone in the crowd cried. Sneering Lucius turned in the direction the comment had come from, �Was their any doubt?� Lucius watched as one by one each of the boarder guards each lifted their arms, the crowd applauding.

Draco could feel the beads of sweat trail down his face, as he waited for the last pulse of pressure to pull against his hold that signified each of the other three layers raising. It only took about a minute after Draco lifted his veil for the other three to click into place. Everyone usually making their connection around the same time, the whole process only taking about three minutes all together. When the fourth connection was made all four of them sent one last tendril of magic towards the veil tying it into place. Draco opened his eyes, he was completely exhausted and when he passed the patrol house he was handed a handkerchief by the veela whose place he�d taken. Nodding his thanks Draco made his way back to the carriage.

As he passed the crowds, who were all applauding and calling out their congratulations, Draco accepted it all with graceful nods of his head. Inside he was just about to burst with self-satisfaction. He�d done it! When he came to a stop in front of his father Draco could see the pride shining in his eyes; however given they were in front of people Lucius only nodded and climbed into the carriage. Draco turned towards the crowd and bowed. With a wave of his hand as the crowd burst into another round of applause, he climbed in after his father.

Once inside the carriage Draco let his façade drop and broke into a smile. As his father gave him a congratulatory pat on the back. "Well done, son," Lucius said with a smile of his own.

"Thanks, I can�t believe I did it though. Reading and doing are two different things that�s for sure."

"It is, but you did your family proud," Lucius said as he sat back as the carriage started moving again.

Draco just sighed as he sat back closing his eyes letting the sway of the carriage lull him to sleep. When he awoke the carriage was coming to a halt in the courtyard of Malfoy Manor. Groggily entering the manor, Draco followed his father to his office. After giviim tim the Gringotts key with a note to the goblins to make one for his son, Lucius summoned one of the house elves, ordering that it bring one of his robes. When it cam back with the garment he spelled it so that it would fit Draco.

Completely forgetting to take a dosage of the Amore Conic that was in his pocket, Draco said goodbye to his father, and headed down the stairs to the arrival chamber. Grabbing some floo from the pot when he got there he swung his bag over his shoulder and stepped into the flames, flooing to Parkinson Manor.

**********

Stepping out of the flames, Harry slipped his glasses back on. Brushing the soot from his hair, he looked up as he heard two pops. "Man I�m glad I don�t have to do that all the time anymore," Harry heard Ron say as he came to stand to the left of him. Harry just snorted as he bent down to wipe at a spot that was on his jeans.

"Do shut up Ron," Ginny said gingerly as she pulled out a brush from her over robe pocket and started pulling it through her hair.

"Hey, don�t get ill with me," Ron scoffed.

"Now, now children," Sirius said smiling, laying a hand on the red head�s shoulder. "Let�s get going." The two redheads exchanged glares with each other as Harry and Neville made to follow Sirius, who was making his way around the tables of the pub to the back wall. There was a small crowd in the pub and Sirius waved at a couple as he passed. Harry didn�t recognize them but he greeted them anyway when they waved.

The five Gryffindors crowded into the back room as Sirius tapped the brick sequence, as the wall began to shuffle and open up they all squinted at the light that flooded into the room and made their way into the alley. "Alright kids," Sirius called, "this way."

They followed the animagus through the opening and into the street. Diagon Alley wasn�t as crowded as it was during the peak of back to school shopping, but it was a nice Friday afternoon and people were milling about just the same. Once the war had started full swing, the alley had been one of the places hit hardest and held under Death Eater control. It had been nearly destroyed, by the time the aurors had finally taken it back, a lot of the shops had been devestated, most of them had just been rebuilt, and in the spirit of resilience the alley had been expanded. Harry bumped into a witch on his way past the bank causing her to drop her packages, as he stooped down to help her pick them up he noticed a portrait painting shop just ahead of him. He had just handed the last of the packages to the witch, who had hurriedly thanked him and was on her way, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he smiled at his best friend.

"What happened mate? We got to the shop and you were gone." Ron asked

"Nothing, I just knocked this lady�s packages and was helping her."

"Oh, well it�s just up ahead." Ron said as he scratched his head, his longish red hair was pulled back in a pony tail, he�d decided to grow his hair out like Charlie�s, much to his mother�s dismay, and even tried to get his ear pierced before Molly put her foot down. He�d finally grown into his tall figure and with all the training for the war even had a sleek muscular build.

Harry could remember when his friend had been gangly and a bit awkward in their first few years at Hogwarts but time had been nice to him and quite a few of the girls in their class thought him handsome.

Harry nodded as they started walking, "Did you know there was a portrait painting shop in the Alley?"

"No," Ron looked behind him, "Must be one of the new stores."

"I think it�d be fun thing to do, Harry mused, " having one�s portrpainpainted."

Ron grimaced, "We get family portraits done every few years. Right boring it is too believe me, you just stand their while the painter spells your picture."

"You just don�t like to sit still," Harry said as they walked into the shop while Ron gave him a look. A bell rang as they entered and Harryked ked around as they were approached by a pretty black girl wearing a muggle sundress, she glanced at Harry�s forehead, and in a slight accent said "Welcome to Muggle Mania, can I help you?"

"Whe"Where here with Sirius," Ron said slightly blushing.

The girl smiled as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "Oh he�s just in the back talking to papa," She turned to Harry, "You�re Harry Potter aren�t you?"

Wanting to roll his eyes Harry answered, "Last time I checked."

"Okay," she replied getting the hint, "You can go back there if you like," she pointed to a door that was in the corner, "They�re just looking at parts."

"Thanks," Harry said as he started to walk towards the door. The store was slightly cluttered with all types of muggle machines and paraphernalia lining the shelves and on display, Harry turned to comment about a poster that was on the wall when he noticed Ron wasn�t following behind him. He turned around to see Ron flirting with the sales girl. Rolling his eyes he made his way to the back.

Pushing open the door, Harry saw that this room had magically altered muggle appliances. Sirius was talking to a tall man in a corner while Neville and Ginny where on the other side of the roookinoking at muggle CD players. They were both looking quite confused as they pushed random buttons. Harry couldn�t help but smile as he walked up beside them and pushed the power button. "You have to turn on the power." Harry informed them as a pop song started to play softly.

"Oh," Neville said as he bent down to get a better look at the box. "Fascinating, it�s just like the Wizard Wireless.

Harry smiled, "I know, but the selection�s bigger. Watch," He bent down along side Neville and started turning the dial. The fuzz and interchanging bits of song caused Ginny to stoop down beside the other boys as she curiously watched Harry. Finally Harry found what he was looking fo"Lis"Listen." There was a rap song playing, "That�s Eminiem he�s an American rapper."

Ginny turned to look at Harry, "What�s a wrapper?"

"Rap. It�s a genre of music muggles listen to." Harry explained as he stood up, "He�s really famous with the muggles, especially in the states." Harry looked over his shoulder at his Godfather who looked to be having a very animated conversation with the shopkeeper, "Let�s go see if Sirius is almost through. I want to check out the rest of the new stores."

"Oh no I was supposed to purchase those invitations for mom," Ginny said suddenly, "Where�s Ron he�s supposed to place the orders for the decorations?"

"Invitations to what?" Harry asked.

"The Annual Minister�s Ball, Ginny said as she rifled through her pockets.

"Oh," Harry said as he glanced over at Neville who just shrugged his shoulders.

"Ah. Here it is," she said as she pulled out a rolled up parchment. Looking it over once before stuffing it back in her pocket. "I need to go, where�s Ron?" She asked looking around.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, "I guess he�s still talking to that girl out there"

"For the love of�." Ginny said exasperated, " I�m need to go get him." Ginny started walking towards Sirius and the shop owner with Neville and Harry following. Sirius and the owner were having some animated conversation and had started laughing when Ginny tapped the animagus on the shoulder.

Sirius was still laughing when he turned around holding a catalog, "Hey guys."

"I�ll be right back Sirius," the owner said as he turned around and walked to the door

"Okay Leo." Sirius said before turning back to the Gryffindors, "Sorry it�s taking so long."

"It�s alright, do you mind if Ron and I meet up with you somewhere?" Ginny asked. "Ron and I need to run some errands for our mother."

"No not at all." Sirius looked at a clock that was hanging on the wall, " How about we meet at the Leaky Cauldron in about two hours? Is that enough time?"

Ginny nodded, "Okay. See you Harry. Neville."

"Bye"

"Later."

"Sirius," Harry said as Ginny walked out the door as the owner walked back in, "Neville and I are going to head out too."

"Alright" Sirius said, "Two hours at the Caldron."

Harry nodded as He and Neville started to leave. Sirius laid the book down on a counter in front of the owner, calling goodbye over his shoulder as the boys left the back room. Sirius and the merchant started conversing once more about the products. They were walking through the front of the shop just as Ron and Ginny were leaving, the owner�s daughter was behind the counter putting items on a shelf. Walking out the shop, Harry and Neville were hit with a blast of warm air as they left the charmed cool store anartearted down the street. Harry turned to Neville, "What was it you wanted to tell me?"

Neville looked confused for a second then started to beam; "You never guess what I found in our library at home?"

Neville enthusiasm was contagious and Harry started to smile, "Books?"

"Ha. Ha, Harry." Neville said rolling his eyes although he was still smiling, "I found the Longbottom Ledger."

"What�s that?" Harry asked as they walked past Eeylopes Owl Emporium.

Neville sidestep a witch heavily laden with packages, "Wizarding families keep ledgers documenting their heritage," glancing at Harry and seeing he looked a little confused continued, " you know marriages, births, special influences, stuff like that."

"Ah, so what�d you find?" Harry asked pushing his glasses up his nose.

Grinning again, "My great-grandmother was a Potter!"

Harry actually stopped .Neville kept going for a few more paces before noticing Harry was no longer by his side, "We�re related?" Harry asked as Neville walked back to him.

"Distantly," Neville said his grin threatening to split open his face, "But yea, isn�t that great?"

Stunned, Harry just started to smile, "Wow."

"No kidding," Neville said as the two started walking again, "Grandmother never said anything about her mother being a Potter before. So when I asked her about it she told me that our families were established around the same time so they intermarried a couple of times throughout the centuries, like most of the pureblooded families."

"That would make us cousins three times removes or something," Harry said thinking.

Neville shrugged, "I guess so." He started to chuckle, " So cousin, what do you want to check out first?"

Harry started laughing too, "Lets go in here," Harry pointed at the Magical instrument shop, "I want to see if they have guitars or something similar."

"Okay," Neville said, "then let�s go to Paylous Plants next. I have to get some more plant food."

"Alright." The boys entered the store and browsed around. Harry found that the magical world did indeed have a magical version of the guitar and after asking about it decided that he�d have to ask Remus and Sirius about getting one. Thinking about maybe picking up the instrument as a hobby over the summer. After they finished, the boys went to the Herbology store next and Harry browsed around, stopping every so often to admire the exotic looking plants as Neville made his purchases. His cousin, it was fun thinking like that, was planning on becoming a Herbology master after graduation, his skills only increasing as the years passed. Harry was proud of Neville and told him so as they exited the shop. They chatted as the walked the street every so often stopping to commen win window display. They met up with Ginny and Ron in front of Quality Quiddich Supplies where Ron had stopped to ogle the new racing broom along with a few other young wizards, Harry soon joining in as Ginny showed her purchases to Neville.

**********

Draco and Pansy decided to pick up their friends Blaise Zambini, Tracy Davis, Millicent Blustrude, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe and make a day of it. Mrs. Parkinson readily agreed and left the younger wizards to their own devices as soon as they arrived, disappearing, with her house elf, into the crowd.

Sometimes Draco felt a little guilty about how things turned out with his friend�s parents; Voldemort himself killed most of them. What had happened was some of the inner circle of Death Eaters had come to the conclusion that Voldemort was insane, his years bodiless had permanently damaged his brain.

What really turned the tides of the war was when Voldemort started confiscating property from his death eaters. Above all else the old wizarding families valued their lineage and all that it entailed. Allegiance to the family and survival of the name were all inherently imbedded in old wizarding tradition. Some families even had their own brand of magic to preserve. When Voldemort crossed those bounds about half of the inner circle started to conspigaingainst him. They didn�t reflect his ranks and join the order or the ministry; they just plotted to overthrow him. Due to the civil unrest amongst his ranks, which Lucius had a hand in producing and maintaining, which allowed Voldemort�s attentions to be turned elsewhere causing him not to be monitoring the preparations that went on, leading to his demised via the spell.

The guilt that Draco felt about having both parents surviving the war was pushed down when the Slytherians all gathered around a table at Florentines ice cream parlor to decide where to begin. They had all ordered rounds of pumpkin sundaes and were happily chatting amongst themselves. Greg was recounting a story about finding a secret room at his manor that turned out to be inhabited by pixies.

Blaise had stood up to throw away his trash when he notice that the occupants of the surrounding tables were staring and watching them, or to be more exact Draco�s every move. Slowly sitting back down. He got the blonde�s attention

Draco was laughing along with the others while happily licking his spoon. When Blaise lightly hit his shoulder to get his attention, "Ah, Draco?"

Draco scrapped the spoon along the bottom of the bowel trying to get the last of the ice cream, "Hmm?" Sticking the last spoonful in his mouth and looking at brunette. Blaise made a motion with his head gesturing at next table. Momentarily coed Ded Draco looked around with his eyes.

A couple of the women were fanning themselves and flirtatiously winking in Draco�s direction. One of the wizards started to stand up and flex his muscles while others were smiling coyly. All the slytherians stopped talking and took a moment to look around.

Tracey was the first to start laughing. "Draco, I think you have a situation here."

Rolling his eyes, "Thanks Tracey, for stating the obvious." Draco put the spoon down and swallowing hard Draco dug into his robe pocket and pulled out the Potion he�d forgotten to take earlier. He opened it and took a swig before he closed his eyes and concentrated on pulling his veela magic insideselfself. He�d been slacking off when it came to practicing containing his new magic sometimes his walls slipped and small amounts of magic seeped out. He was grateful for the potion it capped most of the magic so he didn�t have to worry about it as much.

His friends, who weren�t influenced by the magnetism because Draco had given them all bracelets that were charmed to deflect the magic, amusedly watched as the other wizards and witches slowly gained their senses back. They were shaking their heads as the veela magnetism ebbed away. Some glanced at Draco confused, while others blushed and hastily departed the patio abandoning their ice creams, apparently embarrassed by their lack of discretion. By now all of the sltherians haven ven up trying to control their laughter.

Standing up, Draco adjusted his robes ad gathered his empty bowel, "I�m glad I can be a source of entertainment to you all." Vincent mock swooned as Greg struggled to hold him up as Tracy and Millicent leaned against on another in a fit of giggles. Pansy mealy smirked as Blaise stood up and patted Draco on the back taking Draco�s bowl and putting it on top of his own and began to gather his other friends bowels.

"Oh, come on. Yave ave to admit it is rather funny Drake I mean grown wizards and witches mooning for a teenager isn�t something that happens every day you know."

"Yes, as amusing as it all may seems it actually rather disturbing." Making a face to emphasize his meaning, "I mean they could actually touch me or worse yet try to kiss me." At that Draco�s friends went into another fit of hysterics. Blasie just shook his head and not being able to use the disposal charm, walked over to the trash can and deposited the empty bowls.

Vincent sat up from his self-induced swoon, "Don�t worry Drake we�ll protect you."

"Yea," Greg offered, "Will keep them at bay."

Giving the two incredulous looks as he pushed back his chair and stood up sniffing "Yuck it up clowns, I forget nothing." The intensity of the warning lost some of its effect with the small smile that tugged at his lips.

Pansy stood upshe she pushed a flyaway strand of hair out her eyes. When Be ree returned she looped her arm through his and Draco�s, "Lets just get going. Places to go, people to see and all that." Tracy and Millicent stood up and dusted off their robes as Vincent bent down to tie up his boots.

"Where to first?" Greg asked as he watched a group of girls go by.

"Uh hum," Millicent stared pointedly at Greg who in his favor had the decency to blush a little, "I don�t think Simone would appreciate that."

Still tng rng red but quite abashed at the mention of his fiancée he quickly turned his eyes; "I was just looking"

Blasie exchanged a look with Draco over Pansy�s head smirking, "Sure you were."

"Anyways," Pansy said as she rolled her eyes, "we�re going to Madame Malkin�s first. I just have to have first look at the new Armani robes that just came in."

"Ooh did they," Tracy asked, "Well we best be off then, I could do with a few new robes." With that the seven Slytherians made their way through the crowd to the robe shop, Pansy and Tracy talking excitedly all the way there. Upon arriving the group split up. The girls excitedly following the dress maker to the back of the shop to view the new arrivals, pulling a board Millicent along, leaving the four boys to browse through the racks up front.

"We might be awhile, Pansy and Tracy looked absolutely gleeful when we got here, I hope we leave before the Alley closes," Vincent intoned as he pulled a lime green robe off a rack.

Draco grimaced as he watched Vincent walk over to a mirror with the robe, "Vin, I do hope you�re not planing on purchasing that atrocious rag, it completely washes you out." He walked over to another rack and pulled out a dark gray robe, "Here try this, I mean really, hasn�t my fashion sense rubbed off on you at least a little?"

Draco handed the gray robe to his friend who took it with a shrug of his shoulde"To"To tell the truth I don�t really care either way, but my aunt made me promise to pick up some summer robes, seeing as how I grew out of last years already." He turned to Draco; "I don�t see how anyone could care less really?"

Blasie rolled his eyes as he watched Gregory pick up a hideous brown robe, ""It�s an art, you two, the ability to be fashionably coordinated is an art form. " He walked over and took the brown garment from Gregory sighing. Looking to Draco for some back up.

Draco just smirked, "Your poor wives," blowing out a breath Draco found another gray robe and handed it to Gregory. "Just stick to dark colors, you can never go wrong with blacks and grays."

Gregory smiled sheepishly as he took the offered robe. Draco went over to another rack picking up a dark maroon robe, as for the art of dressing to a tee," He held up the robe in his hand and standing in front of another mirror, " it�s a art best left to those of us with the inherent talents." Deciding it didn�t look just right he turned around to find another robe when something caught his eye out the window, "My my," He drawled slowly, "look what just rolled into the alley."

The other boys turned around and looked in the direction Draco was staring in. Blaise smirked as he walked over to stand beside the blonde, "Looks like our favorite hero and his pack of weasels decided to grace our presence today."

Turning to his friend, the prince had a calculating look in his eye, "Well let�s pay our respects shall we?" Greg and Vincent sniggered from behind, both ominously cracking their knuckles.

Blaise raised an eyebrow, "Yes, let�s." Walking over to the door with the others following he opened the door, "After you." Draco nodded and swept out of the shop, with the other Slytherians in tow.

A gust of hot air hit his face as he sauntered out of the shop crossing the ally over towards the quiddiach shop where Potter and his friends were congregated. Even though he�d worked alongside the Gryffindors during the war the animosity between the two groups still ran deep. Draco sneered as he and his friends drew closer and he heard the wesalette starting to laugh at something Potter had just said as she leaned on his shoulder. �Sickening� he thought, �Still pawing after Potty after all this time, just sickening�

Stopping just behind the group, Draco pushed he�s veela senses down which had for some reason gotten harder to control all of a sudden, he hoped the potion wasn�t suddenly wearing off, now definitely wouldn�t be a good time to lose control, "Well well well, if it isn�t the grifindorks."

Harry slowly turned around, he could just feel his nemesis�s glare boring into his back, "And the slythergeeks as well," he countered. After six years of one-up-manship, it all was sort of routine in a way. One approached the other with some put down, (usually the Slytherians, but Ron was as hotheaded as ever), the other countered, degrading retorts were traded which led to some sort of brawl, physical or verbal. It was all nicely planed out and Harry didn�t expect anything less.

Draco sneered, steeling his gaze, he leveled a glare towards the Gryffindors, letting his eyes scan over them with unclouded disdain, "I see you and your ratpack decided to come scouring with civilization today." Releasing the trademark smirk he added, "What�s wrong your burrow collapsed?"

Ron narr his his eyes and growled "Malfoy�" But he was a split second too late when "smack", the sound of flesh hitting flesh was heard along with startled gasps.

Reeling from the impact Draco stumbled back a few steps, falling into Crabbe and Goyal who caught him under the arms. All he could see were stars, shaking his head a little to clear his vision he came eye to eye to Potter, breathing rapidly with a feral look in his eyes. Draco saw red as his eyes glowed for a split second and his wings tore through his robe and letting out a short growl he, pulled away from Vin and Greg and pounced.

That was all the warning Harry got before his head smacked hard against the pavement, his glasses flying off his face, and Draco falling heavily on top of him before he felt a hard blow to his stomach. Adrenaline pumping Harry reciprocated and making contact with Draco�s right side successfully dislodged the Slytherin enough to gain a slight advantage and threw a left hook.

The hits sent sharp twinges straight through Draco�s entire body subsequently causing his wings to retract. Gasping, but not to be bested Draco grabbed a hold of hair and smashed Harry�s head into the ground.

Seeing stars Harry flipped their position causing them to roll. Finding himself at an advantage Harry once again slammed his fist into Draco�s face.

Hearing a crack Draco knew his nose had broken and with renewed incentive used his arms to grab a hold of the raven-head wizard�s shoulders and flip them once more and slammed his elbow into his adversary�s shoulder.

Growling Harry used his left hand to uppercut the Slytherin�s chin effectively throwing Draco off balance so he could flip them again. He grabbed a hold of his nemesis head and smash his head against the ground but before he could land another blow he found himself once again under the veela and his head once again rammed with great force against the street.

Incensed beyond reprieve and remembering the beating he�d gotten in his fifth year from Harry Draco continued to slam Harry�s head against the ground his eyes glazed over in anger and his veela magic radiating off him in waves. And like the summer before his third year Harry himself let out a burst of uncontrolled magic, sending shocks of magic into the air around them.

Unbeknownst to the two boys the simultaneous release of power caused their magic to combine and meld, forming a barrier to envelop around them like a bubble with surges of magic swirling around them. Causing a crowd to form around the two boys as they rolled on the ground fighting.

A little ways down the alley Sirius had just finished wrapping up the conversation with Penterson and purchased the magical adapter. He was walking down the ally when he saw two wizards rush past him nearly knocking him down "Hey, watch were you�re going there."

"Sorry," one called back, "There a fight in front of Quality Quiddiach, Harry Potter�s being attacked."

Alarm bells went off in Sirius head and in a split second he had his wand out and was running after the other wizards. As he drew closer he saw a crowed had formed, incensed everyone was just standing around Sirius growled and changed into his animagus form, plowing his way through the crowd, However once he cleared past the crowed Sirius found himself splayed out on his back, in his human form. He�d felt like he�d run right into a solid wall, blinking rapidly to clear his head Sirius eyes widened at what he saw. Harry and Malfoy were rolling around on the ground beating the shit out of each other.

Taking a step towards the two to break it up he felt a pull on his arm. Turning around he saw Ginny shaking her head, "You can�t get close to them, they�ve formed a barrier around themselves" Gesturing to her right Sirius looked to see Ron on the floor nursing a broken nose, with Neville kneeling down beside him. "Ron tried to jump in and was thrown back."

"Gods, what happened," Sirius shouted. He was so mad he could hardly contain himself,

"Malfoy and his goons came up to us and made barbs about the burrow being destroyed," Ginny angrily spat. She watched Sirius turn around and try a couple of disarming spells, they all ricocheted off the barrier around the boys, who were still rolling and punching. Ducking one of the spells she continued, "So Harry lost it, I guess, and punched Malfoy in the face."

The disarming spells hit a couple of the people in the crowed with a great force causing them to fall to the ground, smirking Sirius shrugged, "Serves them right-just gawking like this. I still don�t understand why there�s a barrier around them though. They�ve fought numerous times, this has never happened before."

Ginny shrugged as she bent down to help Neville pull Ron to his feet. Once standing Ron felt himself sway, "Merlin that hurt." Looking up at Sirius Ron cringed from the look Sirius leveled at him as he shrugged his shoulders. "He got to him first."

"Be that as it may�" Sirius started as a flash went off to his left turning quickly around Sirius couldn�t believe his eyes not only had the crowed doubled but there were reporters everywhere. Growling deeply, Sirius quickly drew his wand and leveling it at the short photographer that had the misfortune to apparate next to him, snarled, "Go away."

Immediately recognizing Sirius, the man �meeped� and apparated.

Frustrated Sirius, ran both his hands through his hair, "This is bad. Really, really bad. They�re like Dementors," Sirius said as he helplessly watched as more photographers snapped and reporters dictated to their quills. "They get a whiff of a story and here they come."

"No kidding- thata boy Harry," Neville suddenly shouted throwing a fist in he air as Harry left-hooked Draco in the nose. Ron, Ginny and Sirius quickly turned to him, but he just shrugged his shoulders, "Well, might as well root for him, we can�t stop it anyway."

Ron and Ginny nodded absently as they noticed the group of Slytherians throw them a look of pure disdain. Sirius just rubbed his face with both his hands, "Not exactly, there�s gotta be something�" but soon his attention was drawn back, the magic surrounding the boys just kept getting more intense, with flashes of energy erupting.

The two boys in question however were completely oblivious to their surroundings as they continued to fight, and a completely enraged Harry reached out to wrap his hands around the Slytherin�s throat.

Even as the lack of oxygen started to deter him Draco released more magic and let go of Harry�s head, which he had continued to pound against the stone pavement. Trying to remove the other wizard�s hands, he used his nails, which had grown into talons, and clawed at the offending appendage.

Feeling the pain of his hand being practically shredded Harry used his knee, which was lodged between Draco�s legs as he kneeled over him, and kneed his groin.

The subsequent pain that followed made Draco�s eye�s roll back in his head but soon that pained turned into pleasure as he found himself stiffening at the pressure and releasing more magic.

Using the moment as a diversion, Harry pushed with all his might, causing Draco to fall back on his back. Decidedly not one to give up an advantage leaped up and straddling the blonde�s hips made to slam his fist into a rib but was physically knocked over by the new wave of magic and with a sharp intake of breath felt himself hardening so fast it hurt.

Coming back to, Draco shook his head and tried to focus on the task at hand and literally flew back at the Gryffindor with a vengeance, causing the two of themrollroll over a couple of times. Coming to an abrupt halt when they bumped into something Harry once again found himself beneath the blonde and bucking .his hips to try and dislodge his attacker, just then Harry�s whole body stiffened mid movement as a jolt of pure pleasure proceeded to shoot through his body. His member had come in contact with the blonde�s and as he felt himself release another blast of magic an uncontrollable moan escaped his lips while his eyes widen with shock.

Immediately Draco ceased to move, the stimulation causing his eyes to shut and his head, to his surprise, to fall back with pleasure. Being in his veela form his senses had heightened, all his senses and with all the uncontrolled releases of magic, the potion he had just taken was completely overridden, and at that moment the scent caught his attention and a second set of eyes immediately widened, this one in recognition.

�Oh Gods!� Draco immediately pushed himself off the other wizard falling back on his butt, breaking the barrier, as he tried to put as much distance between himself and his worst nightmare. "Nonononono" Draco slammed his head into his hands as he vigorously shook his head, trying to throw off the scent, which was now overpowering him causing his world to spin, his very essence trying to zero in on the aura of his mate. All his senses were in overdrive, he could hear his mates moans, breaths�heartbeat, he could smell his mate�s musk, blood�arousal! Groaning Draco buckled under the pure,ure, his eye�s tightly shut, he knew were he to open them the only thing he�d see was his mate, his aura, his soul. Shuddering at the thought as he started to glow. He started emanating pure Veela magic and he could feel the pull, it was so strong and sweet, he almost forgot why he wanted to fight it, it was all so intoxicating. His mate�his Harry�his Harry? POTTER?!? With that thought Draco fought, fought with everything he had, everything he was worth to not fling himself to the most horrific thing imaginable. It couldn�t be!

Blaise and the girls, who had joined the boys when they noticed a crowd forming, rushed to his side. As Greg and Vincent tried to pick him up off the ground, but as soon as they touched him they were hit with a blast of Veela magic causing them to reel with orgasmiemoremors and fall to the ground. "Don�t touch him," Pansy ordered as put her arms out to the rest of her friends, "he�s doesn�t have any control." Kneeling down in front of Draco hearing him murmuring under his breath she tried to get his attention, " Drake, listen to me you have to put your barriers up your gushing like a river." Her eyes were starting to water as the pressure of the magic was breaking down the shield the bracelet had formed around her. Looking around for some help she noticed there was none to be found as the adults around them were starting to be pulled under the influence.

Meanwhile Harry had crawled up on all fours, rapidly breathing trying to catch his breath and will his libido down, �What the hell?� He was really starting to , hi, his breath catching as sudden movement caused little tremors of pleasure to race through his body. When they subsided he reached up to wipe the blood that was dripping out of his mouth with his left hand and flinched. A sharp twinge of pain shot up his arm and he grabbed his left shoulder subsequently falling back onto his back. The blood was rushing in his ears like roaring thunderstorm as his heart pounded hard in his chest. Suddenly he felt someone rush at him and thinking it was Malfoy again he balled up to protect his shoulder. As he unconsciously released another burst of magic he heard a thump in the background. The pounding and roaring continued in his ears as he groaned from the pain and haze that had settled over him barely making out the far away call of his name. It soothed him enough to drop his defenses and he let himself be pulled in an embrace barely registering the shift around him as he was apparated out of the ally before he blacked out.

Blaise had turned around to see Weasley thrown a couple feet away into two witches as he tried to rush to Potter�s aide. Snickering as the Weasel tried to untangle himself from the witches who by this time along with everyone else in the crowd was highly aroused from all the unleashed veela magic and unabashedly copping a feel. He watched with inhibited glee as a flustered Wesealette and Logbuttom hurried over to retrieve him. Laughing out loud now, he only covered his mouth when he noticed Sirius Black leveled a glare at him, which didn�t hold much clout considering the erection he was sporting and disappear with Potter, the other three shortly following. The Slytherians were only mildly affected as their bracelets managed to block most of the magic and as he and Millicent helped Vincent and Gregory stand up. "Up you go guys."

After helping Vin and Greg, Millicent stooped to kneel down next Pansy and Tracy, when they were distracted by some commotion behind them. When they turned around, they could just barely see Pansy�s mother trying to make her way through the crowd "Out of my way," she was yelling in a half frazzled half condescending voice "Move over. Ew, don�t touch me you lout. Get out of my way - where�s my daughter."

"Mum," Pansy shouted, "Over here. Quick something�s wrong with Draco."

"Airil," Mrs. Parkinson called to the house elf that was loaded down with packages beside her, "Clear a path."

The elf scrambled to obey as several witches and wizards found themselves moving out of the way, "Good," Mrs. Parkinson made her way towards her daughter and friends, "What on earth happened?" By the time Mrs. Parkinson arrived Draco had pulled himself in a little ball and wrapping himself in his wings. Although he was blocked from view one could tell he was shaking heavily.

"They were fighting," Tracy cried hysterically, "And suddenly Draco started leaking magic-then potter leaked magic, then there was this bubble, then everyone started leering then�"

"Tracy," Blaise calmly placed a hand on her shoulder, "You�re not helping." Turning towards Mrs. Parkinson, "Potter attacked Draco."

"WHAT?" she shouted, completely taken aback. She kneeled down in front of Draco "Honey are you ok?"

She put out her hand to touch Draco when Pansy stopped her, "Mum don�t touch him his veela magic isn�t under control."

Pulling her arm away she reached into her robe and pulled out a vial of sky blue liquid, "Draco," she called as she watched the veela shaking uncontrollably and murmuring to himself. "Draco listen to me."

The pull had stopped reverberating in his brain but the pressure, the need to connect was still there as Draco uncurled slowly lifting a wing and peer hesitantly out. His hair was plastered to his face from the sweat mixed with the blood from his nose that was pouring down his face and he was breathing in short rapid breaths. "Dear, your mother sent this to me for an emergency," Mrs. Parkinson said as she uncorked the vial. "You need to drink it."

Slowly Draco uncurled his wings the rest of the way and let them retract as he pulled himself into sitting position. He reached for the vial, his hands shaking so bad he could barely bring it to his lips he gulped it down almost painfully as every bone in his body was tense and the injuries from the fight were starting to become aggravated. Closing his eyes, he let the potion help him concentrate on pulling the veela magic back into his body. He was gaining back a little control; however, his body was still singing with arousal as his mind was reeling...his mate...Harry.

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A/N: Well that�s that. I hope you enjoyed it. Instead of interrupting the story A/N A/N ( I hate those) I put the a * to denote an explanation at the end of the story here�s the one from this chap�

For me the traditional wizarding clothes probably resemble that of the 13^th � 18^th centuries around the time the wizarding world would have totally secluded themselves from the muggle world. So I would imagine they really hadn�t updated the styles as fast as the muggle world therefore traditional clothing, like those worn by the old pureblood families would resemble those of that era. If you�ve seen the second move I noticed the adults wearing a variety of styles, most of which didn�t come from the 21^st century. Anyway that�s what I think about the clothes, and what the pureblooded kids would wear. From full robes which would be dress-like in nature (i.e refer to Dumbledore), to the matrix like robe that Allen Rickman sexily slithers around in, to the opened robes they�d have, like the school ones in the movies. BTW this is normally what I�m referring to when any of the kids wear robes unless they have to dress up.

Here are some links to get an idea where I�m coming from:

http://www.swordsofhonor.com/clothing.html

This link has a large array of clothing from 15^th �18^th century:

http://www.suziclarke.co.uk/16c.php

(The style in which is worn would probably depend on the wizard or witch)

The robes of course you you�ve seen in the movies and pictures from the books check out the Lexicon for more pictures the over robes, referring to the cloaks, and the robes, referring to the dress like outfits

Thanks to all my Reviewers, ya�ll definitely keep a writer on their toes.

[]Deace, Love and HaPpInEsS

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