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Learning to Love a Veela	By : razldazzl72 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 25584 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 9
The room shone in light pastels of orange and pink from the sun, which had just crested over the rolling hills in the Scotland location of the school. Green and sliver-grays eyes both fluttered open seconds apart from each other. Sometime during the night, Harry and Draco had entangled themselves together in such a way they were facing each other on their sides. Their legs intertwined with an arm draped over the other, and the arms that were on the make-shift bed were clasped together between them next to their hearts, foreheads touching, making the embrace rather intimate. Staring at each other with eyes glittering in the pale light that bathed to room, both Harry and Draco smiled softly at each one another. Harry felt Draco flick his hand around and then felt a tingling sensation in his mouth. Draco, seeing the question in his eyes, smiled wider.
"Breath charm; morning breath is a terrible thing," Draco answered, then captured Harry's lips in a soft and gentle kiss. "Good morning, beautiful," Draco spoke softly. He then pulled Harry in for a slow and lazy kiss, which conveyed all the emotions he was feeling towards Harry. After a few minutes, they pulled away, Harry smiling at Draco in a dreamy fashion.
"Morning," Harry's voice was still somewhat thick with sleep and the new feeling arousal.
"Well, this isn't getting us anywhere near our classes. I'm going to go shower; although I'd much rather stay here with you like this all day." Draco smiled sadly at Harry and reluctantly pulled himself from the young man that had captured his heart. Draco then disappeared into the bathroom to shower.
Harry got up reluctantly; he was quite comfortable where he was. He grabbed his wand and spelled the blanket back from where it came from, transfigured the chaise lounge back to the couch it had been before, then went to dress for the day. While Harry dressed, he did some more thinking about the situation. He had really enjoyed the kissing they had done the night before. They had only kissed and explored each other's bodies over the soft silk pajamas. Harry had yet to figure out where they had come from. He liked the color they were though. Draco had made them a sea-foam green and the color still brought out Harry's eyes, but it wasn't the typical emerald or Slytherin green that people normally tried to get him to wear. Harry really preferred the lighter earth tones: tan, beige, light greens, pale yellows, those types of colors. Harry knew, without a doubt, that Ron was wrong; he could see and feel the pull at times with Draco. This was not a joke of any sort; it was a very serious matter. One which Harry was not about to take lightly. Coming to this decision, Harry changed into a clean uniform, and then went out to wait for Draco in the common room provided for their rooms.
In the shower, Draco was thinking as well. He was extremely pleased with the progress he was making with Harry. The make out session with Harry last night exceeded what he had hoped for. He didn't want to try to speculate how the bonding would go. The mere thought of it, not even with any detail, just the thought of bonding with his chosen, made him hard as a rock and shudder with delightful anticipation of the actual deed. He had to stop that train of thought and quickly. One person came to mind that stopped that train rather quickly; that thought was Pansy. She was not going to be happy with this, not one bit, but there was little to nothing Draco could do about it; he had only hoped that she would be understanding, which wasn't likely considering her tendencies. He would have to take it one step at a time with her. What would be ideal is to pull her into being friends with Harry. She was a good strong person with a vicious sense of loyalty, almost Hufflepuff worthy with her total fierceness of loyalty, but way too cunning and ambitious to ever be considered for that house. This would certainly take some time; she was going to be hurt that she wasn't his chosen, but with any luck her mind will tell her heart she's not in control, and really neither was Draco, there is nothing to help it.
Getting out of the shower and drying off, Draco made haste to his room wrapped only in a towel. Draco noticed on his quick journey that the couch was back to normal and that Harry wasn't in the room, so Harry must have been dressing for the day. Draco dressed in silence, thinking to himself how to woo his chosen. They also still need to get more familiar with the other. It helped that Harry was resigned to his fate of being with Draco. It also thrilled Draco to no end that he seemed almost happy with it. After hearing about how he was raised, he had hoped that Harry wouldn't feel like he was unworthy, but to some extent he could tell Harry did feel this way, but not so much as to keep him from trying. Draco was going to have to make him see that he was worth loving, and that he's beautiful, and that he deserved to be placed on a pedestal, and not because of being "The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Kill-The-Madman", but because he was a beautiful person, both inside and out. Harry had many admirable qualities about him that alone would cause anyone to appreciate the person Harry was. He was powerful, gorgeous, selfless, intelligent, oh the list went on and on. Draco knew that most of these feelings were due to his nature and the fact that Harry was his chosen. Pansy was a great girl, but only had half of what Harry had going for him. Mentally he knew this, so this wasn't just the Veela in him speaking out, these were facts.
A plan started to form in Draco's head; he'd actually ask Harry out on a date, which would make him happy. He'd no doubt blush. 'Merlin bless his innocence; Merlin help anyone that hurts him.' Smiling Draco planned to ask Harry to Hogsmeade for a day of shopping and then to dinner. He'd talk to Sirius and Dumbledore to make arrangements. There was a great French restaurant he wanted to take Harry to; it was a wizarding restaurant, but he'd need a port key for there and back. That thought settled upon, he made his way out to the common room, smiling at Harry who was waiting for him with his books ready to go to breakfast.
"Ready to go, Harry?" Draco asked, smiling at his boyfriend. Harry nodded and held out his hand for Draco to take. Draco looked shocked at him. He hadn't expected Harry to want to be open about it.
Shrugging, Harry answer the question playing on Draco's face. "It's now or later, might as well give them something to talk about." Harry grinned mischievously. Draco grinned as well, grabbing his book bag, and then grabbed Harry's hand; they interlaced their fingers and made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. Both young men were hoping to make it to class that day.
Everything stopped when they entered the Great Hall, and everyone saw they were holding hands. Whispers started flying like rapid-fire. Harry and Draco made their way over to the Gryffindor table and sat down side by side across from Ron and Hermione. Harry smiled brightly at his friends, his whole face lighting up, which in turn caused Draco to smile brightly as well. Hermione smiled brightly at Harry and Draco; Ron glowered. Hermione then elbowed him in the side and glared at him in a rather fierce manner.
"Hermione, I just don't get how you can be so calm. I mean, it's disgusting! It's Malfoy were talking about! How can you just accept it so easily?" Ron was getting agitated; everyone could tell. Without preamble, Draco drew his wand, turning Ron into a weasel. Walking around to the other side of the table, Draco picked up the weasel by it's tail, holding the rodent up at eye level.
"I'll tell you this once and only once, weasel. So listen well. If you look at your best-friends face, you will see he is happy. He is NOT happy if your condemning everything he is doing." Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw the headmaster, as well as Professor Snape, still with yellow hair, making their way over to where the two couples were seated. Draco still having his wand at the ready pointed it towards the two professors headed his way. Mumbling two curses, he then returned his attention back to the weasel in his hand. "Harry is happy; Harry is safe, and I will do everything in my power eep eep him happy and safe, and to make him feel loved. It's in my nature as a Veela to protect him and love him." Glowering darkly at the creature, Draco said, "You might as well get over yourself now, weasel; he's happy, let him be. As his best friend, you should want him to be happy; it's your job to want him happy. Now, if I change you back, are you going to behave yourself and be happy for your best friend, or are you going to continue to be stubborn?" Draco asked the weasel. When all the weasel did was turn it's head and try to ignore the blonde Veela, Ron-The-Now-Weasel-Weasley was deposited, rather brisquely, into his girlfriend's lap.
No one knew what the spell for Professor Dumbledore did; he had remained physically unchanged. However, the spell that hit Professor Snape made everyone roll with laughter. In addition to his yellow hair, it was now spiked up in all directions with pink tips, also his normally black robes turned into a nice bright orange. To say he was livid was beyond an understatement. He growled and started to lunge forward towards the blonde who had hexed him for a second time within twenty-four hours, only to be stopped by the elderly headmaster. Turning, Snape noticed the ever present twinkle in the headmaster's eyes; this did not bode will for the seething Potions master. Sighing in defeat, he made his way back to the staff table. The headmaster then approached the blonde in order to discuss the situation with him. When he arrived at the table, he attempted to speak only to have no sound come out and bubbles in their stead. Quirking an eyebrow at the blonde, Draco only blushed slightly.
"I do apologize, Headmaster, but you will not interfere with how I handle situations that involve my chosen mate. You should know by now, I am not one hundred percent in control of how I handle things. Harry is happy, and I will not have that jeopardized, not even by his best friend. Most certainly not by an old-fool such as yourself either. You know as well as I do that I am well within my rights to protect my chosen mate, which is simply what I am doing." Draco now noticed Sirius walking towards Harry with a glint in his eyes. Draco wasn't sure what was going on with Sirius, but he knew he approved of the relationship just as Hermione did. "Now, are you going to stop interfering?" Professor Dumbledore's eyes were still twinkling as he shook his head in the negative, turning away from the blonde, and he calmly went back to the head table. Draco didn't know, but Albus was very pleased with the way things were going between the two young men. He couldn't be more pleased if you had to ask him, but given his current condition, all you would get is bubbles. Draco then raised his wand again, changing Dumbledore's robes to women's robes, and then gave him a bun just like Professor McGonagall. Feeling a sudden tapping on his shoulder, he looked at the snake head of his father's cane.
"Now, now, Draco. Don't tease the muggle lover's. Come, we have much to discuss." With that said, Lucius Malfoy turned and walked out of the Great Hall. Draco followed with a very reluctant looking Harry Potter in tow.

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