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Fairest Creatures	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 22177 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Seven—Veela Fights
            Harry used his muscles the way Professor Helios had been showing him, snapping his wings open and then shut, flapping in a big circle towards the far end of the room. It was awkward, and it blew air in all the wrong places. Riding his broom, Harry was used to wind around his face, but not right around his face.
            And he was tilting to the side as he wouldn’t tilt on a broom, because these wings were on the sides rather than underneath him, and he was already gasping from how hard his muscles had to work—he was an Auror, but this was different labor than he had ever done—
            It all led to one conclusion.
            I have to practice.
            He glanced back and saw the Veela woman flying after him. Professor Helios was still on the ground, looking up with a calculating expression that made Harry’s skin creep. He thought Professor Helios was trying to figure out where he would land.
            Lily was jumping up and down, fruitlessly working her wings. She stamped a foot a second later, and tried harder.
            Harry didn’t think he had to worry about her. For now, the Veela woman was a worry because she looked like she was a better flyer than he was. Harry tensed once, and then spun downwards and around to the side, the way he would if he was trying to avoid a Bludger on a broom.
            It seemed to work and not work at the same time. For a moment, his wings beat madly, and Harry was sure he would stall. Then the air around him steadied, and he was flying the way he wanted to. For a minute, his own reflection in the mirror distracted him, but he thought—
            His reflection wasn’t alone. The Veela woman closed in on him from behind and murmured, “Touch you enough, feed you my allure, and I can make you my mate as easily as Malfoy did.”
            She dipped her wings somehow and swept under him, coming up in front of him. She had one hand held out, her fingernails sparkling in a way that made them look like claws, and Harry could see a whirl of white magic gathering around them. He thought it must be Veela magic, something he wouldn’t know how to fight given his lack of training.
            And he panicked.
            He screamed, and the woman flinched. Harry had never heard his own voice sound so shrill before, loud and ringing as an eagle’s cry. He ducked past her and past the reaching arms of Professor Helios and out into the corridor beyond them, flapping hard. If he could get away from them, maybe he could find a professor who wasn’t affected by his allure and finally be able to land and—
            Do what? The problem was, even though he was flying pretty well now and away from the crazy seductress, he still wasn’t sure how to control his allure or what to do next.
            Doors were starting to open, and people were leaning out. Harry could see sparks around them, and at least some professors appeared to be pulling their students back into the classrooms. He sighed a little. If that went on, he would have a harder time finding a professor who could help him, but at least he wouldn’t have to run away from as many forcibly enchanted Veela students.
            Fly away, Harry thought, and then heard the woman behind him calling again. When he glanced back at her, he saw Professor Helios hanging from the ceiling at her right. He fell and opened his wings. He looked like a great bat for a moment, and then he hurtled past the woman and straight at Harry, faster than Harry thought he could move on a broom.
            I have to find an open space, Harry thought, as he dipped down and flew along the corridor bottom, spinning to try and confuse Professor Helios into thinking he would land. This is useless without it!
            He tried flinging open doors as he went along, but it slowed him down, and everything led into a classroom where hungry cries greeted him. Professors glared at him and slammed them shut. Harry shook his head and flapped harder. He had avoided Professor Helios’s reaching hand already by turning a corner at the last moment and ducking down, but he was getting even more tired, and the corridors ahead were wide. The woman and Professor Helios could circle around him and get in his way.
            “Don’t call your mate,” Professor Helios said from behind him, so close that Harry tucked in his wings in panic and fell towards the floor, weaving back and forth, and got away again. “That shows that your bond is not strong, and he would only get in the way of what you and I could have, anyway.”
            Call Malfoy? It’s as simple as that? Of course, Harry had no idea where Malfoy was at the moment, since he hadn’t needed elementary instruction in Wing Management in the way Harry had.
            And no idea how to call him, if the chase hadn’t already.
            A hand grabbed the edge of Harry’s right wing. A pair of legs tried to entwine with his. Harry struck out with his free wing, and heard Professor Helios groan as he fell to the floor. Harry promptly fled down the corridor again, and this time, for the first time since he’d become a Veela, he deliberately tried to use the magic for something other than a wand spell.
            Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, who thinks he’s mated to me… Harry had to land when he reached a door and found it led into a cupboard. He slammed the door behind him and held the knob from the inside as Professor Helios rattled it outside. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the ache in his wing, leaning one of the black bars that surrounded his blue stripe against the wall. Draco Malfoy, come to me. Your mate needs help!
            That did something. Harry was abruptly sure of it, although he couldn’t have said why. But yeah, there was a shudder and a blaze through his wing, and suddenly he staggered back as a faint black-and-blue light began to shine in the cupboard.
            He heard Professor Helios pause, and hoped that maybe that would be enough to make him wake up, or drive him away. But a second later, Professor Helios yanked hard enough on the outside of the door to make it open and spill Harry into the corridor instead.
            Harry rolled as he came out, using Auror training, although it was kind of spoiled by the weight of the wings. Professor Helios was lunging with his arms held out and a look of deadly concentration on his face.
            But Harry had already bounced off the wall and fluttered above him. Professor Helios seized his ankle in the next second, and Harry screeched and hit him as hard as he could with the wing that didn’t already hurt.
            Professor Helios staggered. Harry broke free of him and turned to fly again.
            Only to stop. The corridor was crowded. There was Lily, and the Veela woman who had tried to corner Harry in the Wing Management class, and some people Harry thought must be other students, since he hadn’t seen them before. Their faces were closed and hungry, and they reached forwards with twitching hands.
            Harry shook his head and prepared to cast some spells. He didn’t know any that would clear a large crowd out of the way, but he would have to try.
            Then Malfoy arrived.
            He came hurtling down the corridor from beyond the crowd, the opposite direction to the one Harry had been looking, screaming at the top of his lungs. It sounded like a hawk’s scream, furious and deadly. The people in front of him flattened themselves to the floor a second.
            A second was all Malfoy needed. He was hovering in front of Harry then, and he spread his wings out and blocked Harry from the sight of the crowd.
            He was still screaming. Harry could see the sounds actually working. Already some of the Veela had less glazed eyes, and a few glanced around as if they couldn’t remember what they were doing here.
            Harry dared to sneak a look at Professor Helios. His face was red, but he stood with his hands on his hips and shook his head at Harry.
            “Perhaps you could have paid more attention in Veela Mate Culture about what to do when your allure manifested?” he asked.
            Harry started to reply, but Malfoy whirled around and got in between them, his mouth open. Harry stared. Malfoy’s mouth had a sort of shell around it, like he was growing a beak to enclose his nose and lips. His hands, when he raised them, looked the same way around the fingers, but these shells were going to be talons. And his wings beat and chopped and glittered, because the edges had a kind of metallic glint to them.
            “He’s gone full Veela,” Professor Helios whispered. “Soothe him, Potter.”
            “I don’t know how!”
            Probably because Harry’s voice had got shrill, Malfoy screamed again and started to dive at Professor Helios. Harry, panicking, grabbed Malfoy from behind and cuddled him against him, and said the first thing that occurred to him. “I’m all right now that you’re here.”
            It was difficult to hold onto Malfoy and fly at the same time, but then he didn’t have to. Malfoy’s metallic wings and talons and beak all faded, and he turned around and embraced Harry and began to make tiny noises deep in his throat.
            Harry swayed as they landed abruptly on the floor, with Malfoy still wrapped around him and nuzzling his neck. A deep, startling relaxation was spreading all through Harry’s muscles, as though someone had managed to plunge him in a warm bath and he hadn’t noticed. He hesitantly put his arms around Malfoy and nuzzled him back.
            “Away.”
            Harry heard Professor Testig’s voice and wanted to pull free, but Malfoy held him there. His small noises had turned into little chirps, and Harry knew they would probably become bigger ones if he tried to discourage Malfoy. He didn’t want that to happen, so he rested his head on Malfoy’s shoulder and gave Testig an embarrassed smile.
            Then he realized she wasn’t talking to them. She faced the crowd, her wings lifted so Harry still found it hard to see them, and spoke cold, quiet words. “You should know better than this. A fledgling might manifest his allure at any time, but you should have controlled yourself better. And you, Helios. You’re mated, aren’t you?”
            Professor Helios said something Harry didn’t bother to listen to, because Malfoy had started making peculiar growling noises. Harry thought it might be because Harry wasn’t focused on him. Harry turned to him and nuzzled his face again.
            Malfoy lifted his wings and draped them around Harry’s shoulders.
            Harry gasped, shudders of pure delight and pleasure running through him. So far, Malfoy had touched him a lot, but never wing-to-wing like that. He hadn’t even known it was possible to feel this kind of thing as a Veela.
            “That’s right,” Testig said from outside the cocoon of wings. She could have been talking to almost anyone, Harry thought hazily. She didn’t matter right now. “Let’s go back to our classes and work on self-control. That would be a good idea.”
            Harry closed his eyes a second later, partially because Malfoy’s had begun to burn with a shimmering fire that made him a little dizzy. And he was catching his breath and his sense of himself back, and—
            He couldn’t just surrender and go along with things the way he had in Testig’s class. What would happen then? He would leave later and start feeling as though he was bedazzled by Malfoy’s Veela beauty or something, and not much else. Then he would start questioning and doubting, and he would be taken by surprise the next time a Veela power appeared.
            He raised his hands and laid them on Malfoy’s shoulders. Malfoy crooned a wordless question in response. Harry didn’t shove him away, but held him there, and concentrated on something other than the sensation in his wings.
            It turned out to be hard. Harry had a lot of experience resisting pain and persuasion, but not a lot with pleasure. Still, in the end, even having someone who could touch him like this wouldn’t be worth the loss of other things.
            “What are you doing?”
            At least Malfoy was speaking in a human voice again, even if that voice was filled with pain. Harry opened his eyes and said, “I’m trying to decide where I end and the Veela begins.”
            “You are the Veela.” Malfoy was staring at him with his mouth hanging open. “What nonsense are you talking about? Of course you’re the Veela.”
            Harry just shook his head a little, his gaze finding Testig’s over Malfoy’s shoulder. “Not in the way you mean. I started questioning my decision to surrender to your claim in Professor Testig’s class almost right after I made it. And you saw what happened when I did that.”
            Malfoy reared back, his wings rising in an alabaster curve around them. “How can you question this? Can’t you see how right it is? Feel it?”
            “You’ve been here longer than I have, and you know more about this. Sorry, but I need to know more.”
            “Am I understand, Mr. Potter, that you came here with no knowledge of what classes you would have to take and what Veela powers you would likely develop?”
            Harry swallowed and turned to face Testig. He found her a lot more intimidating than Malfoy. But he also wanted to answer honestly, because she was probably the one who knew the most about mates and could explain the most to him. “Yes.”
            Testig looked at him in silence, with a blank face. Finally, she said, “The Healers should have told you.”
            Harry rolled his eyes. “They were too busy arguing about what exactly the shade of blue on my wings was.”
            Testig’s face went even blanker. Harry saw one person still behind her, a student lingering in the corridor, put a hand over her mouth and give something like a shocked giggle. Then a hand shot out of the classroom door next to her and pulled her inside. Harry shook his head.
            “I knew you didn’t know exactly what a claim was,” Malfoy said. He had moved backwards so he wasn’t touching Harry, but he could touch him as easily as he could breathe. His voice was perplexed. “I thought you were prepared for other things.”
            “No.” Harry shut his eyes. “Professor Grunnell talked about controlling my powers. I didn’t know they would show up suddenly like that, or everyone would be affected.” He opened one eye to peer at Testig. “I also know Professor Helios has a mate. Why was he affected?”
            Testig sighed a little. “There are differences in the ways the powers of newly transformed and natural-born Veela manifest, Mr. Potter. You were transformed late in life by a chain of coincidences, instead of trying to deliberately turn yourself with a potion or the like, and you’re male. All of those things would make you stronger.” She paused.
            “No one told you?” she finally asked.
            “No.”
            “You could have studied,” said Malfoy, his voice muffled, as he looked away from Harry towards the corner he’d flown around. He was still close, but there was a stillness in his wings now that told Harry Malfoy wouldn’t move to touch him even accidentally. “You could have looked things up. That’s what I started doing the second I started transforming.”
            “I was under the control of the Healers while I waited for my wings to finish growing, and they kept arguing and then telling me not to worry about it,” Harry snapped back. “And then—I didn’t want to. I thought someone could teach me to control my powers pretty quickly. Hell, I still hoped they could after I got here. A month isn’t such a long time. It isn’t going to change my life.”

            Malfoy leaped away as though Harry had tried to jab a spike in his wings. Testig fluttered a little, then settled down. “How can it not change your life?” she asked.
            “Because I still have a job and friends?” Harry stared at her. “I mean, I have wings, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to spend all my days flying. I’ve had legs all my life. Wings are something new to get used to, but I’ll get used to them. They aren’t going to stop me from being an Auror.”
            Testig actually put her hand to her mouth, something Harry wouldn’t have thought her capable of. “You need to know more than simple terminology and facts,” she whispered. “You need to change your whole attitude.”
            “You do. Please, Harry.”
            It was the dullness of Malfoy’s voice that made Harry turn, not the fact that he was speaking. Of course he would think Harry needed to change his mind and his lifestyle, because both of those things had some impact on Malfoy, too. But he should have sounded arrogant about it, high-handed, not this—droopy.
            And he was drooping. His wings almost fell to the floor, for the first time since Harry had seen him. His eyes were glazed. He put out a hand as if to touch Harry and then let it fall, since that apparently took too much effort.
            “What the hell,” Harry said. He moved forwards to touch Malfoy, but Testig got in between them and shook her head.
            “You shouldn’t touch him again unless you plan to honor his claim.”
            “And I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”
            Testig nodded once. “I should have suspected this, when I saw some of the ways you reacted,” she said. “Not left it up to others. Come to my rooms. You, too, Mr. Malfoy,” she added over her shoulder.
            Malfoy did, although he remained silent and pinch-lipped all the way there. Harry watched him from the corner of his eye. He thought Malfoy would probably perk up at the chance to get Harry alone and hear Testig lecture him on how wrong he was, but he just stumbled along, never raising his feathers or his eyes higher than the stone.
            He’s upset because I rejected him—when he’s only had this “claim” on me for a few hours, and these bars of color around our stripes are the only things that say we’re compatible, and he used to hate me.
            Why am I the only sane one here?
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SP777: Well…he did.
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