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Unfamiliar Scents	By : alchemicprincess Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14747 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters nor am I making any profit from the HP franchise. I do however own, Ariana Star, Xenia, Lydia, Connie, Alexander, Sierra and Silver/Phoenix. Happy reading.

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Key: ~* Speech *~

        - Harry's mind link ~ *Speech* ~

        - Draco's mind link *~speech~*

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Part Eleven (Draco's P.O.V)

The morning Harry and I had woken up together had been trying to say the least. Harry had been pressing his morning happiness into my thigh whilst he was dreaming; it hadn't been so bad until I woke up. My movements caused him to start awake.

~ Flashback ~

"Morning" Harry greeted through a heavy yawn. Smiling weakly at him Draco peels himself away but Harry's hands keep him in place. "Where are you off to?" He mumbles against Draco's cheek, sending surges of electricity through his body. "I-I have to get back to the Dungeons" He says hurriedly and then he, very unceremoniously, had bolted.

~ End Flashback ~

But I'm diverging from my point. Our relationship, barely begun has hit a rut. I can't let things stay like this. I mean, he fears to even approach me for a kiss these days because I've become hormonal. Not that it's my fault really, but I don't think Harry knows that submissive Veela ovulate too. Well it has to happen; otherwise male Veela couples can't reproduce.

"Draco!" I spin around at the sound of my name shouted in such a panicked tone and see Pansy rushing for me. "It's-he's in the hospital wing. You have to hurry!" My heart races as I think of the one lying in the hospital wing and I take off after Pansy. Is it Harry? Or is it... I skid to a halt at the doors Pansy is holding open, my face pale with worry. 'Let him pull through. Let him be all right' I think as I stride to the bed surrounded by Albus, and Madame Pomphrey. " Ahh Mister Malfoy" I can hear Albus talking to me, but pay him no attention. I can't take my eyes of the bed; he lies there, limp and weak. His hair everywhere around him, his features taut with pain and I feel his hand brush away a few tears that have escaped to tumble down my cheeks. Slowly I look up into his eyes. "I hear things didn't go well with your father?" He says weakly, but still manages a little scowl.

"Oh merlin..." I sink into a chair and stare at him as he sighs, we shouldn't be having this conversation now. He is still recovering. "I know about your father. And I know that your mother will be well looked after, but you need to be careful Dragon. You need to tread careful, don't forget who you are" I smirk and lean back showing him that I haven't forgotten who I am at all. "That's better. Now go to class. I don't want to hear your grades are slipping" Standing I give him a mock bow. "Yes Sir." As I leave the infirmary I realise I hadn't asked him about his trip, but I would leave that for the next time we saw each other. Pansy walks by my side as we head towards Transfiguration. "He'll be alright" She whispers to me, linking our arms together. I bring my hand up to pat hers and sigh, "Of course he will, He's Severus."

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"Have you read chapter four?" Pansy asks me in a hushed giggle. I look back and try not to laugh as I shake my head. "So we're both screwed?" She asks me, still giggling softly. Nodding I look up at Professor McGonagall who is staring at us with a heated 'you're next' look. "Miss Parkinson, would you care to tell me why the difficulty of making a snail invisible is different to that of a mouse?" Pansy pales causing me to place my hand over my mouth and cover my own laughter with a pretend cough. "Mister Malfoy?" I cringe as the old bag rounds on me. " I-I..." I falter as an extremely familiar voice enters my head.

~* Snails don't have bones which makes it easier to make them invisible, a mouse is a mammal so it has bones and more organs. Making it slightly more difficult *~

A look of total disbelief washes over my face as I turn to look at Harry who is smiling softly at me. "A-a Snail has no bones so it makes it easy to turn it invisible, where as a mouse is a mammal and has more internal organs making it harder to turn invisible." She pulls her lips into her famous 'thin-lipped' smile and stalks back to the head of the classroom; I send a look over at Harry that simply says 'thanks'. He shrugs and turns around facing the Professor. "Draco" Pansy hisses pinching my thigh. I jump in shock and rub my leg where she pinched me as I glare at her. "What?!" I hiss back. "What was that? You said you hadn't read the chapter!" I quickly write down what happened and she reads it, her mouth moving like a fish out of water trying to breathe. "Not now" I hiss taking hurried notes from the board. Sitting in silence I wait for the bell to go and when it finally sounds I am bodily dragged from the room by Pansy.

"He was in your head?!" Pansy hollers at me once we are safely out of ear shot from everyone that would gossip. "Yes, but if you recall I was in his head last week remember? When we found out about Professor Star?" I throw her a pointed look from my position against the wall. She shakes her head and holds her hand up as she paces. "It doesn't worry me that you were in his. It worries me that he was in yours!" Rolling my eyes I catch pansy's arm and look at her. "Come on. We have to get to Defence." We walk around the corner at the same time as Blaise walks passed. "Well, Harry just stormed out of Transfiguration, not even Granger or Weasley could get him to calm down. Seems to think you've reverted back to being the normal bastard Malfoy." I narrow my eyes and Pansy smirks.

"That is so typical of him! If he doesn't understand it, he assumes!" I growl and look around me slyly. "Well, I'll just have to show him exactly who I am." I mean this, as in reaffirm my place as his mate; but with a little evil laugh from Pansy we head of to Defence. My normal Malfoy smirk in place, Pansy on my arm and Blaise at my side. 'Yes' I think to myself. 'Malfoy, you're down right sly'. A few first years skitter out of the way as we walk into the room. Harry, Hermione and Ron look at us first and the shocked expression's only made me smirk more. "Pansy dear" I say as I pull out her chair, she smiles at me and bats her eyelashes. "Thank you Draco darling" I nod and take my seat next to Blaise, my gaze focused at the front of the classroom.

~* What's going on Draco? Have I done something wrong? *~

The pain in his voice rips through me, but I ignore him and pull my stuff from my bag, turning to Blaise as he starts talking about Quidditch. "You know I think we may have a chance this year, at the cup I mean." I nod at him in agreement and continue to ignore Harry's questions. "I guess, but the training sessions would have to be vamped considerably." Blaise nods thoughtfully and pulls out our Quidditch training timetable and our class timetable. "We could squeeze in one more on Thursday and make Monday's one a double?" He asks staring at the pieces of paper, I lean my head on his shoulder slightly, and smirk as I hear the gentle rumble of Harry from across the room.

~* What are you doing? Why are you touching him? *~ I

don't look up, nor do I stop talking to Blaise as I respond.

*~ What's the problem Potter? ~*

He is glaring at me, I can feel it and I can hear Hermione talking in a worried voice, but it doesn't matter.

~* You're all over Parkinson and Zabini. You are mine, and mine alone. *~

At this I snap and stand up. "What's the deal? You don't touch me; you look like I may rip your face of if you come anywhere near me. And when I turn to the ones I love you yell at me! Get over it Potter. These are my friends; they were my friends before you came into my life. Deal with it." He glares at me and stands up, bringing himself up to his full height. "I don't care who you decide to choose as 'play mates'. Just don't slut yourself around. I'd rather you not come back to me stinking of Slytherin." That. Hurt. He can see it in my eyes too, but I merely look him down and sigh. "That's funny Potter because, it just so happens-you're really going to laugh at this- I AM a Slytherin! Being your mate doesn't make me exclusively your property Potter. I do have my own life to tend to. My own needs that you seem to be afraid to tend to." I force out a painful laugh as I sit back down. " Now if you'll excuse me. I must return my self to 'Slutting' as you say." Turning to a shocked Blaise I smile shakily. Great, now the world knows, well that's just fine. They were going to find out anyway right?

" Now, I think maybe a double practice is a bit much for- what are you all looking at? Mind your own god damn business and turn around" I look back at Blaise and he sighs rolling his eyes. "Mind if I interrupt?" A soft, but firm voice asks from the head of the classroom. We all look up to see Professor Star, dressed in a muggle mini top and a pair of low riding hipsters. Her hair is pulled back in a clasp so that smallps loops of blood red hair fell around her small face. "Thank you. As you all know I am Professor Star, and I will be teaching you Defence against the Dark arts." She settles herself on top of the desk and looks at us each in turn. Her crystal blue eyes assessing us as she scans the room. "We will have four topics. Each one taking up the entirety of a term." She paused to look at Harry before looking at the chalkboard behind her. "We will study dangerous beasts- Defence, attack and location. For the first topic."

I write this down and cringe as I feel Harry slam the mental door between us closed. This is going to be slightly more difficult than I thought. "The very first thing we will cover is Veela's." Harry and I look up at her in disbelief, though we probably should have expected this. "And so it seems we have two here, Harry? Draco? Care to come to the front and tell us about it?" Harry glares at his godmother with such hatred, so I figure I had better do it. Pulling myself from my chair I stalk to the front of the classroom and relax against the desk, my arms folded against my chest. Revelling in the fact I am in the spotlight.

"I can't tell you anything about full Veelian's. But I can tell you about half Veelian's." I smile as my small amount of submissive power pull has the class hanging on my every word. "All through out a half Veela's life, his or her body will distribute small amounts of Veelian hormone's into the normal bloodstream. Allowing them to look they way they do. But at sixteen the small valve bursts releasing a steady flow of these hormones directly into the bloodstream and pores of the Veela." Harry has his face hidden behind a curtain of black hair and I growl at his immaturity. " Thus the pull people feel towards them increases, a female heterosexual half Veela will become an instant submissive and will leave her scent scattered around in the hopes her male or female mate finds it and her. A female homosexual half Veela,can swing either way both wont rest until he or she is found." The class is taking very fast notes, Granger's pen looks like it might burn a hole through the page if she isn't careful.

"A male heterosexual half Veela can only be dominant, where as homosexual half Veela's can be submissive or dominant; When a mate is detected, the dominant of the two will approach with caution to assure himself or herself that this person is indeed their mate and vice versa. Then the fun part comes, the chase and catch game is initiated. The submissive Veela will try and keep away from his or her mate for as long as he or she can. And the dominant will hunt them down, catch them and possibly mark them. Although the submissive may remain unmarked for several days." I look at the Professor as she smiles at me. "Thank you very much Mister Malfoy, Mister Potter would you join us up here for a moment" Oh great. This is going to be a world of fun! -Note my sarcasm- Harry glares at us before rising and standing by my side.

"Would you please show the class an example of an exclusive pull Mister Potter?" I shudder and look at Harry, he moves to touch me but I move back. A small tug behind my naval makes me rethink this. "Relax Malfoy, let it happen." He whispers to me, so low; so sensual. "I don't think so Potter" I throw back just as softly, but it is a done deal. The tug increases and next I know I'm in his arms, and his smug face is peering down at me. Shoving him off I stalk back to my seat. Potter and Professor Star discuss a few things as the rest of us take notes, although I am thoroughly distracted by a dark feeling in the back of my mind. "Thank you Mister Malfoy and Mister Potter. For homework I would like a ten-inch, it may be more or a smidgen bit less, on the first Veelian's ever recorded. Seems to be it, class dismissed." Without a backwards glance at anyone, Pansy, Blaise and I leave the class and head for the great hall.

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Everything in the hall is how it should be, the students chatter, the Professor's make last minute class arrangements and the post arrives. I raise my apple to my mouth and nibble at the red skin. I feel guilty at the anger I had expressed towards my mate. "Draco?" I bite into my apple again, this time getting a mouthful of wondrously sweet juice. "Draco?" I wonder if I should go to him, and explain myself? No, It's his job to do it. But what if the rift between us continues to grow? Urgh, I am in such a rut. "MERLIN! DRACO!" I jolt in my seat and glare at Pansy who is standing next to me, half leaning on the chair and half leaning over me. "What is it Pansy?!" I hiss, patting my chest where my heart is currently doing the salsa with a very heated beat.

"You are staring at him, with this; I don't know. Distant look in your eye" She motions over to the Gryffindor table. "So? Is it a crime?" I ask coldly, not meaning to take my frustration out on her. Before she can respond, a hand yanks me from my seat and I find myself looking at a very upset Hermione Granger. She shoves me slightly in the direction of the hall doors, indicating she wants to talk to me in private, and as we pass Pansy I smirk at the small smile they share. Figures those two would get together to play relationship doctors. Once we are standing outside in a secluded space she speaks. "Well?" She demands, her hands on her hips. I sigh and hug myself, feeling the tears well in my eyes quickly. "It's the hormones. Until we bond completely, I am going to be as moody as a chick on her cycle. I am also ovulating; I will release an egg once a month. Much like a women would, only without the messiness at the end." I sniffle pathetically. She pats my arm awkwardly, yet sympathetically.

"I see. I think you had better talk to Harry though, he is really angry." The look in her eyes tells me that she isn't kidding. "Yeah. I was thinking that too. Even if it is his role to do this. I'll talk to him now..." She raises a brow curiously and I point to my head. "Mind link remember?" She slaps her forehead and giggles. "Forgot." Shaking her head she pulls me into a dark corner and sits down. "This way you have at least some privacy and I can be on look out." She explains, I nod and close my eyes.

*~ You there wonder boy? ~* The nervousness sets in and a minute slips by with out an answer and then finally

. ~* What do you want? *~

*~ A chance to explain? ~*

I chuckle as I hear him mentally growl.

~*Fine. Meet me by the lake in five minutes. I do believe you have the afternoon off as I do? *~

*~ See you in five ~*

I look up at Hermione's expectant face and grin shyly. "We are meeting by the lake in five minutes." She nods and walks me to the front door, and with after a short pause she leans over and kisses my cheek softly. "Good luck Draco Malfoy. You'll need it." Blushing and and blinking wide eyes I thank her and make my way to the lake. Lowering myself to the ground when I hear his voice. "Well?" I tilt my head around to face him, but his features; like his eyes. Are closed off to me, showing no emotion. "Harry..." The slow pulling begins behind my navel. The compulsion to go to him, stand in his arms, makes me anxious. " I'm waiting Malfoy." That stings, but does not dampen the pull, which has now caused me to step closer to him although my gaze is down.

"Damn it! I don't want this!" I shake myself free of the wonderfully addictive pull and look at him. "This is your job! You're the dominant one, you're suppose to fix things." I can see the realisation wash over his face as he steps back. "So you want me to be the one who decides everything? That has to fix every petty detail? And understand why you're acting like some psycho?" He asks slowly, as if gageing my first reaction to each of the questions. I step forward and take his hands in my own. "I'm sorry, I keep forgetting you don't know all of this, the Veela thing is new to you. But some things you will have to find out for yourself. Like the reason why I'm moody." With a small shrug I settle my chin on his shoulder and sigh.

"I used to see my life as being a complete puzzle, the only pieces missing were those that would be fitted later in my life. But then you come along and as cliché as this is going to sound; you rocked my world. The puzzle is completely shattered and now I need to spend a little time putting the pieces back. I think I can safely assume that you're pretty much the same." Harry pulls back nodding slightly that it is true and frames my face with his larger hands. " You have the time to do what you want, I just need you to understand that I will be dogging your every step. Whether I be hidden in shadows, or for you to see. It doesn't matter. But know, you will never be rid of me. I will learn your mood swings, the reasons behind them and how to make you happy." I pull back slightly and give him my traditional smirk. "Wouldn't expect anything else, Potter. I mean, come on. When has anyone ever seen one of us with out the other not to far away?" Leaning in I gently press our lips together, humming as I realise I had missed the simple pleasures that were truly Harry.

I feel him smile as he presses his lips to mine, we stand still like this for what seems like an eternity and then it becomes too much, I find myself being lowered to the ground so that Harry is laying next to me. He deepens our kiss by nudging my lips open further with his nose. "God you're beautiful." He murmurs before diving in, licking and nibbling my bottom lip before sliding his tongue in further. I whimper so softly, I am almost positive that it may have been my imagination; and slide my tongue over his. We don't battle, nor do our tongues dance slowly. Instead they find a beat of their own and allow ourselves to enjoy the heat that the kiss causes to spread through us. "Dangerous territory" My mate mutters, nuzzling my neck ever so gently. I purr loudly in response to his actions. "That it is. Harry." He looks up at me and frowns. "You do know that until we bond completely; and I'm talking ceremony, casting and mating. I will continue to be this hormonal? It's called 'Male ovulation'. It's pretty much self explanatory." He chuckles against my cheek and kisses me hard. " Yeah, but I am willing to deal with that. I refuse to let this rush forward. I know this is sounding really cheesy, but I want to take things slow." I nod and kiss him in return, allowing the simple gesture to linger.

"We only have a year and a half and we are out of here." I whisper against his lips. "And graduation day I am marrying you got it Mister Potter?" Harry throws his head back and laughs loudly. "Certainly Mister Malfoy, your wish is my command." With a sexy grin I slide closer. "Then I wish for you to bring those lips very close to mine and kiss me senseless." Saluting me quickly, Harry pounces and does just that.
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