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A Veela Dream	By : Aneira Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3551 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Obviously I didn't write Harry Potter Series. Nothing belongs to me except for a few new characters and the plot. Everything else belongs to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. I am not making money or gaining any profit from this story.

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The morning came with a loud knocking on the door. Cecily woke up with a start, not realising where she was for a moment, while Draco sprang to his feet at once. In a second, he was in front of Cecily in a protective stance. But after a few seconds, he realised the noise was coming from the door, and his relief could be observed from his face. He took a step towards the door before Cecily’s warning stopped him.
“Draco, don’t!”
He turned to look what the problem was, and was met by a face as red as a tomato. “You are, um…” Cecily started while staring at her blanket like it was the most interesting thing in the world, “You should get your clothes on, first.” Draco noticed that she was looking everywhere but him, while hugging the blanket as if it were her lifeline. Then, after a glance at himself, he realised what caused her distress; they were both naked. He followed her advice with a smirk on his face. Another and a more persistent knock was heard.
“Cecy? Are you awake?” It was Sophie’s anxious voice.
“Yes, Sophie, I am. Just give me a second.” Cecily called out.
“You should get dressed, too.” Draco said with an amused voice. After last night, it was funny how she was still shy about being naked in front of him. The blanket seemed like it was fusing with her skin with the way she was holding it.
Cecily knew she had to get dressed, too, but with him standing two steps away, it didn’t seemed just as easy. She knew she was being silly, it wasn’t like he had never saw her naked. Especially after last night- Oh hell! Remembering last night was a little bit of a shock. With the banging on the door, their state of nudity didn’t remind her of last night, but it was coming back to her now. They had sex again. Lot of sex. Lots of mind-blowing- Okay, she wasn’t going there. The point was, she had lost control again. She should have reacted differently, as was her plan to do. Then again, their relationship wasn’t going to end soon, if at all, so what was point in waiting? They were married, right? It was absolutely normal. Nothing to be ashamed of. But still, she was nervous about it. And his careless state about his nudity was mortifying.
The banging on the door got louder. “Cecily, can you hurry a little? The Headmistress is expecting you in her office.” The level of distress in her voice was alarming. It wasn’t hard to get Sophie worked up but this was another level of anxiety even for her.
“I’m coming!” Cecily yelled while getting up, bringing the blanket up with her.
A chuckle came from the other side of the door. “Again?” asked a boy’s voice. It didn’t sound like someone she knew. But a known chuckle joined him before long. She turned around to find Draco raising his eyebrows at her suggestively while sniggering.
Wait a moment.
What did he say?
Again?
It took Cecily a few seconds to analyse the words and catch the meaning, making her eyes grow wide. Her blush reached its peak in a blink. Did everyone hear them last night? Were they being that loud?
“You know, I am surprised you can still blush.” Draco said gingerly. “Your face will blow up if you keep doing that. Now get dressed before that friend of yours breaks down that door.”
“How can you be so fine with this? They heard us doing… stuff!” Cecily shrieked. His shamelessness was ruffling her temper.
“Stuff?” he chuckled, “Seriously?” He seemed to enjoy her shyness too much, which was truly getting on Cecily’s nerves. But his fun was cut short by another set of banging on the door. It was obvious from the way his face fell that Draco was getting annoyed by the noise.
“Could you fucking move your arse, Malfoy? I don’t have all day!” It was the same male’s voice. And Cecily was sure whoever that was, was giving Sophie a bad time. Knowing Sophie, this could have meant disaster. And enough disasters had taken place the previous day so it was best to avoid any other problem until the current one was solved. She had to get out of the room before shit hit the fan.
“Could you, um…” Cecily begin, “Can you turn your back, so I can put some clothes on, too?” She mumbled, still clutching the blanket tightly.
Draco arched one eyebrow at her. “Really?” That made Cecily shrug. She knew how pointless her request was but couldn’t help it. “Come on, love, I’ve seen, touched, licked and kissed every inch of you.” He was walking over to her as he spoke. Once he reached her, he pressed a kiss on her forehead. “You really shouldn’t be shy about it.”
Well, she fucking was, now, wasn’t she? Was it really necessary to remind her what she should be feeling like?
He was giving her the warmest of smiles, pushing Cecily’s walls of shame and nerve. He was her husband, after all, it was the normal way of things. And that particular thought made her guilty about her shyness. She was shutting him out, in a way. But that didn’t change the fact that she was indeed shy about it. It was something to get used to step by step and jumping all the way up the stairs certainly didn’t help the matters. It was kind of like being naked in front of a stranger. Well, maybe Draco wasn’t a stranger but their relationship was quite different from the usual way. They were still getting to know each other even though they were mates. But maybe this could be the day the curtains would be lifted? Maybe this was the chance to take a normal step? It wasn’t anything sexual, after all, it was a part of everyday routine. She would just get dressed. It was all right. Funny how you slip out of your knickers in a second for sex but won’t step out of your blanket to get dressed, a little voice in her head said. But she sushed it right away. It wasn’t time for such a query. She only realised she was staring at nothing when Draco’s sigh parted her from her thoughts.
“All right. I’ll get you your clothes and turn my back so you can put them on. But I won’t be happy about it.” With that he went to her drawers next to her bathroom door, only to be stopped by Cecily’s voice.
“It’s all right, Draco. I ‘m sorry I’m giving you trouble about it. It’s just that I’m not used to… this,” she held her hands up as if showing the point of her argument, “in general. But I know I’m being silly. And I know it has to stop and it stops today.”
What the hell was she saying? No, it didn’t need to stop today! Surely things could wait a little while, right? Damn snap decisions, damn her judgement, damn Draco, damn them all! Well, you said it already, no backing out now, said that evil little voice again. Oh, how she hated that bloody voice!
In the meantime, Draco was in another dimension. Her agreement to the whole nudity thing meant something more than just being naked, it was another step at getting used to each other. It had always been a barrier between them, making him feel like he was always fighting for her. If she wasn’t comfortable about showing her body to him, that meant she hadn’t accepted him completely, yet. It was as if she didn’t belong to him, yet. And he was constantly trying to get closer, both physically and emotionally, to her. With, hopefully, this wall faded from the scene, she would trust him more with herself.
While drowning in his peaceful trance, Draco gathered the garments she would need and dropped them on the bed next to her. Standing next to the bed with his arms on his hips, he kept staring at her, while she stared at the clothes uncertainly, until she cleared her throat uncomfortably.
“Maybe you could, um, step back a little? And, uh, maybe not stare?”
He was staring? How weird, he hadn’t realised he was. With a silent apology, he walked to the dresser next to the bathroom door once more to wait for her. She gingerly touched the clothes for a second to decide how she would do this. Trying to put them on without letting the blanket go, she struggled to get dressed for what felt like an eternity, but she at least managed to get her undergarments on, which was quite fun to watch from Draco’s point of view. She reluctantly let go of the blanket at last and got completely dressed. Draco’s eyes never left her as she moved, and it was a bit unnerving. He wanted her to be comfortable around him so what was the point of making her uncomfortable himself? Or didn’t he notice he was staring? More pressing matters were at issue so she let it go for this once. He was a little bit awkward sometimes, anyway. It was nothing new.
“I’ll just use the bathroom and we’re good to go.” She said with an awkward nod, as if giving herself permission to go. Then fled to the bathroom.
While waiting for Cecily to come back out, Draco stood next to the bathroom door just like he did the previous night. So when she stepped out of the door, she almost ran him down.
“Why are you standing at the door?” She asked confused.
“I didn’t realise I was. I was just waiting for you.” He was being genuine, she could see it on his face. But, Sweet Circe, was he annoying this morning!
“Fine. Do you need the bathroom?” He gave a slight nod. “Okay, go, but be fast. The Headmistress is waiting.” She went back to her bed and waited for him silently. Something was different about him today but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe it was the after effects of last night. He had said he thought he failed to protect her. Maybe his veela side was affecting his human side? Well, she could presume, of course, but she knew she had to wait and observe before making a decision. So she decided to let it go. It seemed all she did this morning was letting things go.
When Draco got out of the bathroom, he searched the little room with his eyes for a second until his eyes fell on Cecily. She rolled her eyes at his anxiety. “Let’s go.” He said calmly before reaching for her hand and holding on tight.
They stepped out of the room to find an almost fainting Sophie and a bored to death, oblivious Theodore Nott, the whole time crush of Sophie since they stepped into this school. Cecily’s eyes grew wide with realisation while Draco was as oblivious as Theodore was to the situation. She made to go to Sophie but was held back by the hand in Draco’s hand. She tried to pull her hand back again but he wouldn’t let go. She gave him an angry look.
“Will you let it go, for Merlin’s sake? I’m not running away!”
“You don’t need your left hand to talk to her. Why would I let you go?” He seemed like he saw a fair point in his argument. The rest of the people on the earth begged to differ.
“What?” was the answer he got from Theodore, who beat the girls to the answer. Well, he actually only beat Cecily because Sophie looked like she forgot how to make a sound. Oh, this was easy. A friend on the brink of a panic attack, an awkward and overly insistent veela and the boy who caused her friend’s panic attack. What a lovely combination that was.
“Okay, just so nobody murders anybody, I would like to make a suggestion.” Cecily said slowly. “Now, Theodore Nott, wasn’t it?” She asked as if she hadn’t been hearing bedtime stories about him from Sophie for the last seven years. Theodore gave an affirmative nod to her. “Well, you take your lovely and cooperative friend here and go to the Head-“
“Woah, wait! I’m not leaving you alone!” Draco had every right to object. Leaving his mate alone after she got attacked the previous night wasn’t an option. He wouldn’t leave her side for a second.
Cecily took a deep breath to calm herself. “Look, Draco, maybe you haven’t realised but I am not known for my eternal patience. In fact, I am not patient at all. So, will you please go with Theodore fucking Nott here and let me calm down before I hex you very very badly?”
Draco had an impression of thoughtfulness on his face. After his rather long session of thinking, he let out an annoyed sigh. “But I don’t want to let you out of my sight. What if you get hurt?”
“Then you will know I’m in distress and come rescue me.” Cecily said calmly, to her own surprise. When he didn’t look convinced, she changed strategies. “I need to talk to Sophie alone. Please, we’ll be there before you know it.”
“Fine. But make it quick. I don’t like you walking alone in this devil’s den.” He wrinkled his nose with his last words.
Devil’s den?
“Thank you. Now, off you go.”
He gave her a peck on the lips before motioning to Theo to follow him. He followed Draco with a shocked look. Not knowing Draco was a veela, Theo was surely having hard time adjusting to this new affectionate Malfoy.
When they were out of hearing range, she turned back to Sophie to find her breathing heavily.
“He spoke to me!” Sophie exclaimed. “He actually spoke to me, like, directly, to me! Can you believe that?” A big smile formed on her face before it vanished quickly. “I was an awkward mess! Now he’ll think I’m an idiot!” Sophie was shaking her head hysterically. “What will I do now?”
“Sophie, calm down!” Cecily ran to her friend. “He doesn’t think you are an idiot. Believe me.” Well, Cecily didn’t believe herself with this statement but it was the right thing to say. Because if she knew Sophie, she probably had acted like an idiot. “Look, you just breathe. In and out. In… Out… Good. Now I need you to calm down, so we can go see the Headmistress and then we can talk about the Nott incident. Okay?” She patted Sophie’s shoulder as she breathed as instructed. When she was finally good to go, they steered for the Headmistress’ office.
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Theodore Nott was shocked beyond logic. He had never been close to Draco as much as Blaise or Pansy but this was a whole different boy he had to deal with. He was watching around as if looking for something suspicious and whatever question Theo asked he was always giving short answers. He was fidgeting as if he was about to have a mental breakdown and sometimes even murmuring to himself quietly. It was a miracle how the Ravn girl hadn’t smothered him with a pillow yet.
“Malfoy, will you fucking stop… whatever you are doing?”
Draco gave him a side glance. “I’m not doing anything.” He shook his head.
“The fuck you aren’t! You are annoying the shit out of me with your whispers and fidgety limbs. Just pretend to be a normal person for like two minutes. That’s all it takes to get to the old bat’s room.”
“Nobody asked you to come, Theo.” He exclaimed rather sharply.
“Yeah? McGonagall did, you wanker! Why the fuck do you think I was at your fucking door in fucking seven a.m.?”
“Why would she ask you of all people? Why not Blaise?” It was odd that any professor would ask of Theo something about Draco. They were never that close.
“Well, they would have asked but there was this tiny problem that Blaise is in the Hospital Wing at the moment.” When Draco stopped dead at his steps, Theo held his hand up to prevent him from speaking. “McGonagall will explain. Let’s just go there fast, okay?”
Draco followed him without a sound. Why was Blaise in the Hospital Wing? What the hell was wrong with him? And why the fuck was people giving him extraordinarily hostile stares? It was everyday he got some hateful or angry looks from the other students but today something was off. Something had happened during the time he spent in Cecily’s room. And that something was probably the reason why Blaise was in the Hospital Wing.
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When Cecily and Sophie reached the Headmistress’ office, they realized the air was extremely suffocating. A sleepless and stressed Minerva McGonagall was shooting daggers at Draco who openly glared back at her. A nervous Theodore Nott was squirming on his chair, ready to step in front of Draco should he react. And the girls’ late arrival didn’t help improve the atmosphere.
“I see you took your time, Miss Ravn. Why wouldn’t you? We have nothing to talk about immediately.” McGonagall said with an annoyed voice. Both girls apologised and took their seats in front of her table. “Now, Miss Ravn, why don’t you tell us what happened in the library last night?”
“Of cour-“
“What happened to Blaise?” Draco cut in. He was clearly worried about his friend and running out of patience.
“Mr. Zabini was involved in a fight with a couple of Gryffindors last night. He is quite well, if not a bit worn out. He is resting in the infirmary. I will explain further after I hear your side of the story. Now, Miss Ravn, if you please?”
“Well, I was in the library. Then Seamus Finnigan came and sat on my table, telling me about some party in the Gryffindor common room. When I refused to go, he got angry and said some-“
“That fucking arsehole.” Grumbled Draco.
“He said something about me being a traitor. Said I betrayed the Order, I was a liar, that sort of thing. Then he said I would pay for what I’ve done.”
“I will crush his skull. I swear I will.”
“I think,” Cecily continued, annoyed by Draco’s intervention. “I think he was angry about me dating Draco. He dragged me to the back of the library and he kissed me.”
“That foul vermin! I will kill him! That vile worthless bastard!”
“Are you quite done, Mr Malfoy?” asked McGonagall. Everybody was irritated by the matter and Draco’s words weren’t helping at all.
“No,” Draco yelled. “I will be done when I feed his corpse to snakes!”
“Well, keep your revenge plans silent then. Continue Miss Ravn.”
Draco wasn’t pleased but it wasn’t anything new. So Cecily chose to ignore him. “Well, as I said, he kissed me.” A silent murmuring could be heard from Draco. “But then Draco came out of nowhere and pulled him away from me. He, um, battered him a bit. You know how intense they react when their mates are in danger. And he knew I was in danger because we can sense each other’s feelings when they are intense. So that’s how he found us in the first place. Then I stopped him, somehow. I’m not quite sure. It gets blurry sometimes. And then you came and you know the rest of the story.”
Theo was lost somewhere in her speech. The bit about feeling each other’s emotions was weird. How could they manage that? Was it about Legilimens or something? And who were “they” and what was the “mates” part about? There were too many questions but at the moment, getting involved in the conversation was like jumping in the centre of a vortex. So he decided he would keep quiet and ask Malfoy about it later.
McGonagall thought for a second before speaking with a frown. “Well, Mr Finnigan is currently at St. Mungo’s. Apart from his physical injuries, he will be required to see a mind healer before he can be accepted back again-“
“You will let him back? Why would you do that?” Was this anger Draco day? How could they let that dick come back?
“Mr Malfoy, I have let a boy who attempted to murder our Headmaster come back. Because he had his reasons to act in that way. I have to give the benefit of doubt to my other students, too.”
A cold breeze travelled around the room. Everybody fell silent for a moment. It was Draco’s turn to frown. He never liked being faced with this particular fact. He was already ashamed without people bringing it up over and over again. But he guessed it was part of his punishment. He had done something horrible and now had to live with the label it brought him: The boy who attempted to murder Dumbledore.
When McGonagall realised he wasn’t going to answer, she continued. “Mr Finnigan has been in a poor state of mind since the war. I won’t be disgussing any specifics as it is personal information but I assure you, he wasn’t in his right state of mind during the incident. Therefore, a dismissive approach wouldn’t be right. He will be under the care of St. Mungo’s for a while, however long that takes, before he is allowed back in school.” She hesitated for a second before realising no answer was to be heard, then she continued.
“Now, after we took Mr Finnigan to the infirmary, the word found its way to the Gryffindors that Draco Malfoy attacked Seamus Finnigan. A group of Mr Finnigan’s friends sought out for you, Mr Malfoy, but when they couldn’t find you, they apparently chose Mr Zabini as a target.” Draco made to speak but McGonagall wouldn’t let him. “Before you question me about the Gryffindors, yes; they have been dealt with. I know a little about governing a school, Mr Malfoy, but thank you for your concern.”
Another uncomfortable silence was in the air. Everybody was thinking of something to say, obviously, but the silence remained. McGonagall was eyeing each of them one by one, in the expectation of something but nobody was talking.
“Does any of you have a question?” asked McGonagall, at last.
“I have, actually. Will you be holding Draco guilty of what happened to Finnigan?” It was Cecily who asked the question first. She had been thinking about this since the beginning of the conversation.
“No, Miss Ravn, we won’t be.”
“Oh, that’s good.” And the silence continued. After realising the conversation was pretty much over, McGonagall cleared her throat.
“Well, if that is all you have to ask, you are dismissed. Now, off you go.” She motioned them to the door. But as they were about to step up, she spoke again. “Mr Malfoy? Make sure another incident between your house and Gryffindor doesn’t happen again. Remember they don’t know the truth, yet. So be patient until an announcement is made, please. We have had enough problems, as it is.”
Draco only answered with a nod. Deep down inside, he knew she was right. The Gryffindors acted out of anger because they thought Draco attacked their friend, the loyal lot of them. Yet again, Blaise being in the infirmary didn’t help calm his nerves. They should have found him and fought him, not Blaise. What kind of revenge was this if the person they fought wasn’t involved in the incident? Whose fucking brilliant idea was that? He bet it was the Weasel. The moron was too much of an idiot to think with a little rationality. It didn’t matter anyway. If the Gryffindorks were to seek for him, he would answer them with what they deserved. No matter what the old bat thought was best.
Leaving the Headmistress’ office, they stepped into the long corridor, crowded by students on their way to the Great Hall. They also needed to get down for breakfast but both Draco and Cecily had other plans before that. Cecily wanted to talk to Sophie before the lessons started, so that Sophie won’t talk her head off between periods or worse, during lectures. And Draco wanted to see Blaise as soon as possible. He might have been seen as a cold-hearted bastard by others but his friends meant a lot to him. Especially that specific wanker, as they were practically raised together. The only problem was, Cecily wouldn’t go with him.
“What do you mean you can’t come? You know I won’t leave you alone again. Be rational about this.”
“Rational? Are you hearing yourself, Draco? I can’t be with you 24/7, I’d go mad! Just go see Zabini, I’ll meet you in the Great Hall.”
“No fucking way! Whatever you two need to talk about can wait. What is so important, anyway?”
So Draco wasn’t being cooperative, at all. Cecily knew it was hard for him to leave her alone so soon after the Finnigan thing but she couldn’t talk about Sophie’s ever-lasting love for Theo with Draco at the presence. If she went with him to the infirmary, Zabini and Draco wouldn’t talk comfortably, anyway.
“Look, we will have a little girl-talk. Do you really want to be there during that kind of conversation? Just go see him. Finnigan’s not in the school, anyway. Who’s going to attack me? Hermione Granger for doing better than her in Ancient Runes?”
“Actually you’re not doing better-“ Theo tried to cut in but was interrupted by Cecily.
“Nobody asked your opinion!”
Ever since Cecily started Hogwarts, she had always been in some kind of competition with Hermione. The rivalry didn’t have a hostile nature and wasn’t common knowledge. In fact, Hermione herself wasn’t aware they were competing. But a part of Cecily always wanted to do better than her just once to see what it felt like being best at what she was doing. And it wasn’t just about Hermione being clever, she was also brave and adventurous. While Cecily almost never broke a school rule or misbehaved, Hermione had her fair share of fun, while having top grades on every single subject. Well, okay, Cecily did have some adventures last year, hiding from and betraying her own family and all, but it wasn’t exactly a good kind of adventure. It was necessity. It was scary and lonely. Therefore, she had always envied her a little. But then again, the girl had helped her a lot, coping with her decisions in sixth year, and she was grateful for that. So that was it, a respectful hidden rivalry.
“Anyway.” Cecily kept on. “Are we done fighting? Can we do what I say we do now and never ever again have this kind of a conversation again?”
“No.” was the short answer of Draco. And the argument went on and on until Theo lost his patience.
“Oh for fuck’s sake I’ll go with the girls! I’ll take them back to the common room! Just shut the fuck up, already! You are the most annoying people I’ve ever had the misfortune to breathe the same air!”
“Well, nobody asked you to stay and listen, Theo. Why the fuck are you even still here, anyway?” said Draco, annoyed.
“Yeah, why are you eavesdropping on our conversation? Why not mind your own business?” It was Cecily, channelling all her frustration with Draco to Theo’s statement.
Theo was peeved by the lot of them. He had to wake up at the crack of dawn, deal with a socially awkward girl, have a joyous journey to the Headmistresses office, and listen to the two lovey-dovey birds argue on every single matter and now, he was to blame because he fucking stayed? He was done. He wouldn’t move a finger for the pricks from now on.
“You know… No never mind. I’m off to breakfast.” He said with a straight face, before turning his attention to Sophie, who was standing a few feet away from the group and watching the three in a weird way. “You coming, shy girl? These two might bite your head off once they lose me.”
The bells rang in Sophie’s head. Her eyes were about to bulge from her head and her ability to breath seemed to be failing her. She stood there like an idiot, staring at him for what felt like an eternity. What was she supposed to do? If she went with him, she would probably forget how to breathe completely. Then suffocate herself. Then faint. And then Theo would carry her to the hospital- No, not now, Sophie, damn it! So, the options… A) Go with him, be brave, be cool, fuck it up anyway, but still, go with him. B) Stay back and tell Cecily about what an idiotic coward you are and feel miserable. Well, it was a tough choice. She gave Cecily a pleading look, as if asking what to do. Receiving a slight nod, she turned back to Theo, who was watching her with one eyebrow raised, and nodded frantically. An awkward start for an awkward journey. How lovely.
Cecily was about to lose it. This was the most eventful year she had so far and a coupling between Sophie and Theo would be the cherry on top. The glorious peak of an uncomfortably stirring year.
Once Sophie and Theo left, Sophie turned her attention back to Draco. “Well, looks like I’m coming with you, after all.” She said with a shrug. A pleased smile formed on Draco’s face as he grabbed her hand once more and steered to the Hospital Wing.
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Blaise had just woken up when Draco and Cecily walked in. He had had an awful night, worrying about his friend, fighting a horde of Gryffindors, landing in the Hospital Wing… He hadn’t even meant to fight. He had tried to cool everyone down but well, if they were insistent on fighting, who was he to deny them? It would be a better idea to fight while he actually had someone else on his side too, though. It wasn’t a heavenly bliss to have your arse kicked by your mortal enemies.
“Well, well, well… Look who’s come to visit his beloved friend. Hello there, Draco. Ravn. How are my love birds this pleasant morning?”
He seemed too happy for someone who had spent the night in the infirmary, thought Draco. “Why are you so chuffed, may I ask?”
“Why I am so chuffed, you ask. Well, with you back alive, I now have the perfect team to kick some golden arses. I’d been planning all night, Draco. And I’ve come up with some fucked up ideas, which I will enjoy immensely when put to use. All I needed was you to back me, and now with you-“
“Hold on, Blaise.” Draco interrupted Blaise’s blood-thirsty monologue. “Nobody’s kicking anybody. Unless they want a second round, we won’t cause a problem. McGonagall’s orders.”
“Since when are you her little puppet, mate? She can order all she wants. I’m still doing this.” Blaise was irritated by Draco’s behaviour. He betted it was Ravn’s insistency on keeping peace which caused Draco’s calm spirit. But Blaise was having none of it. “Look, they ambushed me! The fucking so-called brave lot of them cornered me about your whereabouts, then attacked me as if I was the one who pounded Finnigan into jelly. Three against one, Draco. I am having revenge. No matter what you say.”
“You think I don’t want revenge? I do, mate, believe me. But we Slytherins already have drawn enough interest to us. I don’t want any more problems that might put Cecily in danger. If they attack us, so be it. We’ll kick their arses. But if they don’t, then they don’t and that’s it. They are the bad guys right now. Why change that? Let them be the fucking wrong ones for once.”
“What did you do to him?” Blaise asked Cecily, not believing his own ears. Draco’s calmness had to have something to do with Cecily because the Draco Blaise knew would have already come up with a plan.
“Me?” Asked Cecily. “I didn’t do a thing. Although I can’t say I oppose his way. The Gryffindors didn’t even know Finnigan was at fault. They were just angry because their friend got hurt. You would do the same thing for Draco. I would do the same for Sophie. They were merely looking out for their friend.” Cecily tried to reason with him, although Blaise didn’t look like he was open to reason at the moment. And Cecily couldn’t blame him either. If someone had done to her face what they had done to Blaise’s, she would have been spitting fire, too. And, really, were they wizards or not? What had happened to those good old hexes and curses? A physical fight was just primitive.
“That’s not what I meant, at all.” Draco objected. “I don’t give two fucks about them, love. Honestly. I’m dying to go find them and break their bones. But, I know that strategy won’t earn me anything more than a few punches. First of all, the fight will grow bigger, and they may harm you. They tried before. And we can’t have that. Second of-“
“Not everything is about your little bird, Draco!” Blaise shouted out.
“Actually, everything is about my little bird. She is the reason I banged Finnigan up. He attacked her. Because she is mine. So, this actually is about my little bird here.” Draco explained. “Now, do you honestly think I don’t want revenge?”
“Finnigan really attacked you?” Blaise asked Cecily. She gave him an affirmative nod. It both surprised and didn’t surprise Blaise. He had heard that Finnigan’s mind was fucked up because of the war but he didn’t think he would attack someone. “The rumours were true, after all. He really went bonkers. But that is just more reason why we should plot against them.”
“But we are, Blaise. Today, everyone will hear about the story, how Finnigan attempted to hurt Cecily, how the Gryffindors attacked you, everything. They will be blamed and looked upon. Think about it. Wouldn’t it be nice if for once they were under the spotlight for doing something wrong? I think watching that will be better.”
Cecily was listening to the two with amazement. How they so naturally thought about plotting and making strategies for a stupid school fight was truly shocking. Well, they weren’t Slytherins for nothing. Manipulative and cunning to the end, they were. Also, Draco being so calm and rational about the whole situation was odd. The Draco she knew would have already started a fight with the Gryffindors but he was here, trying to calm Blaise down so he won’t do anything rash.
“Well, you have a point there. It would be good to watch them be shamed for once. But I still want to strangle someone.” Blaise said, rather calm and a little disappointed. Draco’s words were getting to him, obviously.
“I do, too. But I think it would be better for us if we just remained silent for a while.”
Blaise thought for a while before agreeing. “Fine. I won’t start a fight if they don’t start a fight.
And that was the moment a concerned Ginny Weasley decided to show up. She stopped dead in her tracks as soon as she stepped into the infirmary. It was clear that she didn’t expect to see Draco and Cecily in there. She eyed them for a second before speaking.
“Oh, there you are Cecily.” She said awkwardly. “I was looking for you, uh, to see if you were okay.” She said as she eyed Blaise in a suspicious way. “I heard about last night.”
Cecily did realise the awkwardness but chose to ignore it, at the moment. She would question Ginny in private later.
“I’m fine, Gin. There’s nothing to worry about.”
With Cecily’s answer, the long and uncomfortable silence hit them. Ginny was standing at the doorway searching for something to say, obviously, but nothing came out. Blaise was staring at his own feet as if he had never seen them before. And Draco was none the wiser to the obvious strangeness. He simply didn’t talk because he had nothing to say on the matter.
“It’s, uh, it’s good. I’m glad.” Ginny said, still suspiciously uncomfortable. She, at last, pointed the outside with both forefingers while she spoke. “I better get going. I need some breakfast.”
“Uh, okay.” Cecily said, still highly suspicious, as she watched Ginny practically run out the door. When she disappeared through the door, she turned to Draco. “We should go get some breakfast, too. I’m famished.”
“Let’s go, then. We can’t have you starving, now, can we? We need to look after you well.” He seemed more concerned than he should have been, but since it was awkward Draco Day, or awkward everyone day, Cecily chose to ignore it once again. They rose to their feet at the same time.
“When is Pomphrey letting you go?” Draco asked before leaving.
“I don’t know, probably sometime around lunch.”
“Well then, we’ll see you then, mate.”
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Breakfast had caused little bit of a problem between Draco and Cecily. For some reason, Draco wouldn’t leave Cecily alone for a second, even if they would sit only two metres away. But after the day’s third argument, Cecily convinced him to sit in different tables while facing each other. During the day, they had only two classes together and Draco had insisted he accompanied her to the lessons they didn’t share. He had at least one Slytherin keeping an eye on her. Yes, he had actually asked someone to keep an eye on her, as if she was a child! He was suffocating her with all the unwanted attention. He even made her promise that after her classes were finished she would wait with the chosen Slytherin until Draco came to pick her up.
With every single student asking her what happened last night and commenting on the matter for a few good minutes, the day was becoming unbearable. And lunch was the same as breakfast. Every time she tried to hide from his overwhelming attention, Draco found her by that goddamn scent and actually had the guts to scold her for being around alone. By the time dinner came, Cecily was fed up with him. She was determined to tell him off and have the evening for herself. Or Merlin help her, she would go mad.
So now, she was walking towards Ravenclaw table with Draco at her heels, following her like a bodyguard. She stopped once she reached her seat next to Sophie, she turned back to him.
“I will say this once and only once and I won’t fight over this. I will go right ahead and hex you if you don’t comply.” He made to speak but Cecily didn’t let him. “No, you won’t talk. You will just listen. Now, go have dinner, then find your friends and spend the rest of the evening with them. And I will do the same. I don’t want to see you until the sun rises again. Because you are suffocating me and I am about to lose my wits. Now go have dinner and don’t bother me until the morning. Is that clear?”
Draco looked shaken. Why was she overreacting to him being protective of her? She was in a state in which she needed protection and it was his duty to keep her safe. But he was also tired of fighting all the time. The whole day, she had done nothing but protest against his precautions. And he was simply too tired to argue. “Fine, but on one condition.”
“No conditions.”
“I will take you to your dorm room and you will stay there with your friends for as long as you like. Nobody can get in there without your permission, you will be safe.”
“I won’t be squeezed into a dorm room for the whole night.”
“Then no deal. I can’t let you wander around the castle, Cecily.”
“Fine! Fucking bloody fine! I will stay in my dorm room. Just shut the hell up and go away!”
Draco felt it sting to be dismissed by her. She was acting like a total pain in the arse. Why was she fighting against nature’s way? She was his mate and needed his protection. And after the recent developments, he felt a strong urge to protect her. He didn’t want to leave her alone for a minute, afraid something bad will happen and he won’t be able to stop it. He knew he was being a little bit paranoid. But he couldn’t fight his nature anymore. As a veela, he was bound to be around her and her safety was his responsibility. And as a Malfoy, she was his to care for and protect. She had to understand that. Until then, he had given her the space she valued dearly, and it ended up in a disaster. He wasn’t taking his chances this time. Damn her and her tenacity, he was done being understanding. It was going to be his way or no way from now on.
After dinner, in the company of Draco, Cecily went back to her dorm room to wait for Sophie and Ginny. Sophie was supposed to pick up Ginny when she was finished with dinner and catch up with Cecily. She had been overly happy the whole day –much to Cecily’s annoyance- and they clearly had so much to talk about. On the other hand, there was the awkward case of Blaise and Ginny to be solved so there was a lot to discuss. She smiled to herself as she realised the subjects she assumed were important were the least important matters of the last two days. However, talking about something light could lift her spirit.
Once they reached her dorm room, not letting her start speaking, Draco reached and held both her hands, pulling her towards him. Before she knew it he was kissing her with passion as if they hadn’t seen each other for days. She was putty in his hands once more. What was it with him and his kisses?
But to Cecily’s chagrin, the kiss didn’t last for long. Draco let go of her hands but clasped his own around her hips, still trying to catch his breath. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before Draco spoke to her softly.
“I am sorry I am overbearing you. But I can’t just stop it. I’m worried about you. In fact, I will never stop worrying about you because it’s in my nature. Please don’t let this come between us, love. We’ve come a long way from the start and we have finally started to understand each other. I need your understanding now. Don’t push me away because of this.”
“I’m not pushing you away, Draco.” Cecily said with a small smile, while placing a hand on his cheek. “I just need to talk to my friends. I need to see them, too, you know. I know this Finnigan business is bothering you but I will be fine. Just calm down a little bit.”
“I can try but I won’t promise. You need to understand it is a part of me. I can’t just shut it off.”
“Well, try then. We can’t simply spend every waking our together.”
“Unfortunately.” He said with a disappointed voice. If he could manage, he would spend every single second of the remaining part of his life with her by his side.
“Yeah, well. It’s harsh reality.” Cecily chuckled a bit. He was definitely a spoiled, whiney, overgrown child.
“Can I come to your room tonight?” He blurted out. He had the most innocent expression on his face.
“I don’t know. I, uh, I need to sleep, I couldn’t get much last night.” She managed to say shyly.
It was his time to chuckle. “Silly girl, I merely wanted to hold you as we slept. But of course I’m open to suggestions.” He winked at her suggestively before pecking her on the lips.
Cecily flashed him a smile before resting her head on his shoulder, while holding him tighter. “I like you better when you are not a pain in the arse.”
“And I love you even if you are a pain in the arse.”
She pulled back and hit his chest playfully. “I am not a pain in the arse. You are annoying me.”
“Well, as much as I enjoy annoying you, believe me, this time my aim here is just to ensure your safety.” He said as he caught her hands and then kissed her knuckles one by one. When he was over adoring her hands he gave her an arrogant smile. “And you are a pain in the arse.”
“Merlin, you are both a pain in the arse. Your sappiness is filling this place with so many butterflies and rainbows that it’s getting me sick.”
Didn’t Blaise love showing up at the most inconvenient times. Both Cecily and Draco turned around to face him. He was standing in the entrance of the hall with his hands in his pockets, with a smirk on his face.
“Are you stalking us, Blaise? You pervert, it seems like every time we touch each other you come out of the corner to interrupt.” Draco said half amused and half annoyed. His mood was improved now that he had a nice talk with Cecily.
“There really isn’t much touching, then, I suppose.” He let out a laughter.
Draco puffed with annoyance before turning back to Cecily. “Go on. Go inside. And don’t open the door to anyone-“
“Of course, father, anything else?” Cecily mused.
“Arrogant prat.” He gave her another kiss, this time longer than the previous. Blaise’s grunting could have been heard in the air. When Draco let her go, she was out of breath. She stared at him for a second before going inside her room to leave Draco alone with Blaise.
“Good show, mate. Although, last night was a bigger show, as I heard. Too bad I missed it.” Blaise chuckled while Draco was somewhere between annoyance and amusement.
“Jealous, Blaise?”
“Yes, I wish I was in Ravn’s place so you could French kiss me in the hallway, too.”
“Like you said, you wish, wanker.”
“Anyway, want to go play quidditch? It’s been ages since you were up on a broomstick.”
“Why not? I’ll go get changed then we are good to go.” Draco said as he walked towards his room at the other end of the hallway. It really had been ages since he last played quidditch. The students who came back to finish their seventh year wasn’t allowed in the teams and with everything with Cecily going on, he didn’t have the chance. And how he missed being in the air, rushing towards the snitch, the adrenalin. Of course, flying with wings were much better but, he would have to settle for the broomstick for now. Still, he was happy he could, at last, play again.
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Soon after Draco left her, Sophie and Ginny knocked on Cecily’s door. She opened the door for them and could barely wait to speak until they were seated on her bed.
“So, what happened with Nott? Did you guys have a good nice talk?”
Sophie blushed just with the question. “Well, we didn’t talk much. He was annoyed at you and Draco and kept talking about it the whole way down the Great Hall. But,” She pulled her hands up, motioning as if something big was coming up. “Just as we were about to go inside, he stopped, and turned around, to me, looked at me, actually at my face and said ‘You don’t talk much, do you?’ And his voice was so damn shaggable, I almost jumped him!”
“Wait, you and Nott? When did that happen?” Ginny asked, as she didn’t know about the morning’s events.
“Well, McGonagall asked me and Theodore to call Cecily and Draco and accompany them to her office. So we came here together to call them. We walked together! I was dizzy the whole time! And then we went to McGonagall’s office. Then we were going to the Great Hall, but Cecily and Draco got in a fight. Then Theodore got angry at them. Then they got angry at Theodore. Then Theodore said he was going down there without Draco and Cecily. Then he turned to me and said ‘You coming, shy girl?’ He invited me! Then we went down to the Great Hall together. And then he-“
“Breathe Sophie. Breathe.” Cecily reminded her friend. She really was going full retard when it came to Nott.
Sophie took a few deep breaths before she kept on going. “Where was I? Oh, yes, we were going to the Great Hall. And he told me ‘You don’t talk much, do you?’ and I couldn’t say anything at first. I just stared at him. And then he smiled, really smiled! That amazingly adorable smile!”
“First time someone calls Nott adorable but okay.” Ginny murmured but Sophie was too busy reliving the moment to hear her.
“Then he told me ‘You know I don’t bite, right?’ And boy, do I want to get bitten!”
“Merlin’s fucking balls, calm your tits, girl.” Another murmur by Ginny was gone unheard.
“… and his eyes were like the best colour of… Well, anyway, he told me he doesn’t bite, isn’t that cute? Then I actually pulled up the courage and told him that I knew that and that I was just naturally a silent type of person.”
“Not so silent now, are you?” Cecily said, chuckling.
“Of course not! I could barely wait till now to tell you this! I actually said something to him! And… Here comes the best part. Are you ready?” She actually waited for their response. When Cecily and Ginny realised this, they simultaneously answered.
“Yes.”
“Absolutely.”
“He said I was the mysterious kind of girl AND that he likes that. He said he likes that! I am mysterious! And he likes it! He likes an aspect that belongs to me! Can you believe it?”
Sophie was looking at one then another expectantly with the biggest of smiles on her face. Her eyes were practically on fire as she stared at her friends. Again they answered simultaneously.
“Of course we believe it.”
“Definitely believe it.”
“Oh, I am so in love with him!” Sophie exclaimed as she sighed longingly. The other two girls chuckled to themselves as they watched Sophie stare at nothing in awe. It was like watching someone whose drink was spoiled with love potion. Except, there was no love potion. The madness was real.
“Did you talk about anything else?” Asked Ginny.
“No, we didn’t.” Sophie said, her smile faded in a second. “He just said that he likes the mystery thing and walked to the Slytherin table. But he has looked at me three times today.” She said excitedly. “And caught me staring at him creepily three times, too.” She added with less excitement. “But hey, he has looked at me, that’s something, isn’t it?” The two girls, again, assumed the question was hypothetical. But realised once more that it was a real question.
“Yes.”
“It is something.”
“He noticed you, Sophie. Maybe if you can actually manage to calm down a little bit, this can be something more. But you need to calm down, first. Because I have my wand ready to put you out as you are about to burst into flames.” Ginny said while laughing before putting on a straight face. “Seriously, girl, calm the fuck down. You are becoming creepy.”
“Becoming creepy?” Said Cecily. “So she wasn’t being creepy for the last seven years? Especially when she almost memorised his bathroom schedule?”
“Hey, I didn’t even try to memorise it. He just has a regular timing.” Sophie argued.
“And people called me creepy for my crush on Harry.” Ginny murmured to herself again. But Cecily heard her and remembered she was planning on cornering Ginny, too.
“So, let’s get to you, now.” Cecily turned to Sophie. “What is it with you and Blaise?”
Ginny’s went through a million different expressions in one second before settling on the confused. “What do you mean?”
“You can’t trick me, Gin. Spit it out. You know I wouldn’t judge.”
“There really isn’t anything to spit out, Cecy. You’re imagining things.”
“The hell I am! You weren’t in the infirmary for me, you were there for Blaise. Are you guys together or something?”
“No!” Ginny shouted a little too loud at first, then lowered her voice a bit. “No, we are not together. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was looking for you.”
“Uh, will someone explain what this is about?” Sophie asked, confused.
“Well, this morning, when we visited Blaise, Ginny came to the infirmary. Then when she saw Draco and me she went all awkward saying she was looking for me when nobody at the time even knew I was in there. Well, except you, Sophie, have you told her?”
“Nope.” Sophie answered, amused.
“Well, then, back to you, Ginny. Spit it out.” Both Sophie and Cecily was looking at Ginny expectantly. Ginny appeared to be calculating something as she was squinting while looking at the distance.
“Okay, fine. We are together. But it’s been just a couple of weeks and we want to keep it silent until we know for sure that we are good together. It’s so new right now and we are merely getting to know each other. I don’t need Ron or worse Harry meddling in my business. And you know, they will meddle in. They simply hate Slytherins. Just pure hatred. And I don’t want my chance to be happy to go down the drain just because my brother’s an idiot. So we are keeping it a secret for now.” Ginny explained rather calmly.
Cecily knew Ron had a short temper. But she also knew that he always came around. And about Harry, well, Cecily wasn’t sure if he would want to interfere in this situation. That would be just plain awkward. Therefore, she decided Ginny was being overly cautious.
“Ginny, I think there’s no reason for you to hide your relationship, at all. I honestly don’t think Harry would step in. He is not your brother, he is your ex-boyfriend. So he doesn’t get a say, really. Well, actually, your brother shouldn’t get a say, too, but, this is Ron we are talking about. Now I don’t know him as well as George but all Weasleys have a short temper that will cool down in a short period of time. Yes, maybe he will react badly at first, but after seeing how happy you are, he will understand.” Cecily reasoned.
“But that’s the point.” Ginny argued. “I don’t know if I’ll be happy, yet. It’s so new. I want to be sure before I walk into that shitstorm. I will tell people when the time comes.”
“But you can always talk to us, Ginny. I know we’ve never been that close but I really understand how you feel.” Sophie told Ginny, while patting her shoulder with her palm.
“I appreciate that. I would also appreciate it if you stopped patting me. I’m not actually that sad, you know. I’m just unsure.”
“Yes, sorry.” Sophie pulled her hand back. They spent the following hour discussing various subjects, all of which somehow connected to Theodore Nott. But throughout the conversation, Cecily realised something. Being away from Draco was perceivable. It was as if she wasn’t alone but at the same time, a part of her felt so alone without his presence that nobody could fill that gap. She actually missed him. His annoying stubbornness, his overly protective behaviour, the sappy lines he would work in, she missed it all. So when the girls called it a night and went back to their own rooms, she changed into her sweatpants and a jumper and sat on the bed to wait for Draco to return.
Luckily for her, it didn’t take long for Draco to come back. When he stepped inside her room, Cecily realised he had had a shower, as his hair was still wet. He had also changed into his sleep clothes and was carrying a set of Slytherin robes in his hands. At first, he didn’t realise she was still awake, but with a second glance, he found her smiling at him like an idiot. He immediately smiled back.
“What makes you so happy, may I ask?” Draco said as he hung his clothes in Cecily’s wardrobe as if it was his own. Cecily didn’t know what bothered her more. The fact that he was making himself comfortable in her habitat or the fact that it didn’t bother her at all.
“I don’t know, I just am.” Cecily lied. She knew very well that seeing him made her happy but for some reason didn’t feel like saying it out loud. She didn’t understand why she felt this way but, confessing this felt like surrendering to his dominant nature. She knew this wasn’t a battle of wits but a part of her still wanted to keep it to herself. And she surrendered to that part instead.
“Interesting.” He commented as he reached the bed, pulling Cecily up to get the both of them under the covers. “Could it be because I am here with you?” He added as he got her on the bed under the blankets, joining her right after.
“Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows? I’m just happy.” Cecily lied again, but she was smiling now. He instantly gathered her in his arms as he lay on his back.
“Fine, don’t say it.” He said joining her with his own big smile. They laid there silently for a while before Cecily broke the silence.
“This feels nice.” She said as she snuggled closer to him, burying her face in his neck.
“Yes, it does.” Was the short answer she got from Draco. They remained silently until they both fell asleep. And both had the same idea on their heads when they were lost to sleep; both was grateful to have the other. And finally, their bond was now stronger than ever.
Author's Note: So genuinely sorry for the long wait. I try to upload more often but life just doesn't like that idea very much. But, hey, longest chapter till now, so two points for me! :)
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