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Unfamiliar Scents	By : alchemicprincess Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14746 -:- 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 a 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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Chapter one: Draco's Summer Break

I stand in my mother's garden. I love to be here because the entire garden consists of only muggle roses in every colour. My father hates it for that simple fact, but my mother and I put up a bloody good fight when he had said he wanted it destroyed. "Ahh? Master Draco! What a pleasure it be to have ye back in the gardens. Been far too long since ye father let ye wander about." I slowly tilt my head in the direction of the old gardener; he is kneeling in the dirt; and seemingly enjoying every minute of it. What I wouldn't give to have a passion like that for something. He is pruning some of the more extravagant rose bushes of the dead flower heads. "Ye mother has not been to see her flowers in an age." He says to me sadly. It always amused me the manner of which this man spoke. "I know Christopher. But we have all been busy, forgive me. I have things to attend to." My voice is firm; hiding the fact that my father's fist is the reason we haven't been to the garden; but something tells me that this man knows. Christopher nods and bids me a good day before I turn, throwing the marvellous gardens one last look, and walk back to the mansion.

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"-sixteen Narcissa" My father's angry voice bellows out from inside his study. I furrow my brow and edge closer in an attempt to hear what he's talking about. "Yes Lucius, I am well aware that my son is sixteen; as I happened to be present at his birth being his mother and all and I am also well aware of his Veelian instincts. I did and do have them too you know." From the tone of my mother's voice I can tell she is bored with this discussion; or would rather not be having it at all. "Then he is showing traces of coming into his senses then?" My father asks happily and hopefully. I groan, will that man ever drop a subject? Obviously not. I can see all of you have rather blank faces, wondering what the hell is happening. Here is the base line, Both my mother and father are Half Veela, which means so am I, and on a Veela's sixteenth birthday they come into their rightful senses and powers, the urge to find their mate strengthens and the attraction they project increases until their mate is found and bonded with. Over the past week my powers had slowly started creeping in as I am sixteen (And it hasn't all been fun and games, I've been smelling some things that would make Filch's toes curl) .

"Yes Lucius. He has been showing subtle signs of coming into his senses. But we should not push him, I don't think he knows whether he is submissive or dominant yet." Once again my mother sounds bored. Once again I can see some blank faces. Shall I explain? There are two types of Veela, Dominant Veela that prefer to find their mate and conquer them. They are also very protective and possessive of their mates, and then you have the submissive Veela that prefer to be found, protected and fussed over and normally if a male Veela is submissive it means he is gay. I sigh; I don't know how they're going to take it when I tell them I'm submissive. Well, I KNOW how my father is going to react, but I'm not entirely sure what my mother is going to say. She can be quite double sided at times. "Surely he must know by now?" I freeze as the door flies open to reveal an amused looking Lucius Malfoy. Key word here? Busted. Look ashamed Draco, that's it. Good boy. "I'm sorry Father?I didn't mean to listen in." I have the decency to stare at my feet, an ashamed look plastered on my face. "Not to worry Draco, please come in. your mother and I want to have a talk with you." You don't say?. I roll my eyes sarcastically at his retreating back and walk in, my father silences his wife with a simple gesture.

"This needs to be said Narcissa." He says gruffly, perching himself on the edge of his desk. I look nervously at my mother as she pats the space next to her. I do as she asks and sit beside her, the nerves still attacking my insides. Oh bugger, he is isn't he? No! Don't ask me that yet, I haven't formed a viable answer. Oh, I am so dead. "We were curious, my son, as to what you've been doing this summer" She says gently, and to my father's annoyance. " School work, wandering around the grounds. Nothing spectacular." I say with a shrug, that's it, stall them. She smiles and moves my hair from my face. "Don't play games with him, ask him direct." My father snaps rudely, this earns him a glare from my mother. "Shush Lucius. I'll do this as I see fit." She turns to me and smiles again, that kind of motherly smile one can't help but smile back at. "Nothing out of the ordinary happen?" Oh. I so didn't see that coming, shit. Think quick. "My senses are growing sharper, if that's what you mean." Well done Draco. Give yourself a pat on the back. "Don't run circles around me boy." I sigh, so much for that tactic.

"And I've been able to declare what type of Veela I am." My mother hugs me lightly and my father just beams. " Well, what is it then?" He asks. Sure you want to know father dear? I think to myself. I look away and mumble "Submissive" Instantly I can feel my mother's arm tighten protectively around my shoulder, and her head shoot up to gauge my Father's reaction. "But that means you're?" My father falters and I don't want to look at him. Yes. I'm gay, how are you going to react old man? "Regardless, he can still produce an heir." My mother says confidently as she squeezes me against her. "Oh Dragon, I'm happy for you." I offer her a lop sided grin and chance a look at my father. "Yes, well?" He looks lost for words, first time for everything yeah?. "All I am saying Draco is that male pregnancies are highly dangerous. So be sure that you are indeed?submissive" I nod, I know he meant to say gay. But he wouldn't.

"You may go now." He says turning his back on me. I don't need to be told twice, I hastily leave his study and walk to my room, after lightly kissing my mother's cheek. The summer had really flown by. It seems like only yesterday I was boarding the train to come home. Now I'm packing to board the train in a week, scary no? Sixth year should be interesting after the results of last year, Potter putting my father in Azkaban, Father buying his way out again. I pause in my walk to my quarters and look out at the Malfoy grounds. "Wonder if he'll be at Hogwarts?" My voice is filled with amusement and curiosity, and if he is, Sixth year should be VERY interesting. With my traditional smirk in place I flip my waist long hair over my shoulder and stride off to pack. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part two: Harry's summer break.

My stuff is all packed and ready for Vernon to take me to the station in a week. I have received no owls over the summer, not one to support my new dilemma. With a soft intake of breath I pull my shoulder length raven hair from my face and tie it back with a leather band. Not even one from Dumbledore who had sprung it on me the day before I had left for the Dursley's. 'Harry I have something to teou. ou. Your mother was half Veela, which means on your sixteenth birthday you'll come into your senses and need to find a mate' The man is about as subtle as a sledge hammer. I take a moment to take in my current position and how melodramatic it must seem from an outsiders point of view, I sit by the window gazing out on to privet drive, my green eyes shimmering slightly in frustration. Though I have to give the man credit where credit is due, He had explained everything to me, what would happen, the types of Veela, how I would find my mate. Since then I have turned sixteen. And since then I have locked myself in my bedroom.

Why? Because Dudley keeps trying to hit on me, I'm assuming that it's because of the attraction I am subconsciously projecting, scratch that, I HOPE it's because of the attraction I am subconsciously projecting. But that's not the issue. It's the fact that even Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon are doing it. I can smell things too, I would have preferred not to smell some of them, like Dudley's gym shorts?. And I have come to the conclusion I am a dominant Veela. Why? Because I have done nothing but try and sniff out my mate, with no luck I should add. Must be the Gryffindor in me. Which means when I board the Hogwarts express in a weeks time and am on my way to finding my mate, things are going to be hectic. Hopefully and silently I fall into my bed and gaze at the open window. September first is the day I define the rest of my life and if not that day, then the day after; my eyes close and I pass into a blissful dream of finding my faceless mate.

( A/N: --Draco's View-- ** Harry's View**)

--- " Master Malfoy? Is time to get up, you is got to be going back to Hogwarts today!" Growling I glare at the house elf, purely nerves though. With a squeak it takes off with my bags to meet me at the carriage that will take me to Platform nine and three quarters. And hopefully my mate.

** "GET UP BOY! I WON'T BE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU BEING LATE TO....oh. Got your stuff then?" I glance at the door wilfully and nod. "Yes Uncle Vernon." He grunts at me and we walk to the car, he allows me to load my trunk and Hedwig's cage into the boot. I had sent her ahead to Hogwart's last night, so that she wouldn't get killed in Vernon's rush to get me as far away from his family as possible. "And you won't be coming back until school is over?" I nod at him, and sigh. "It will be the same as every year." He raises his fist at me and I fall silent, "I put a roof over your head for fifteen years boy, don't you give me that cheek, you might as well tell that old coot that you are no longer welcome here anymore." At this I can't help a small satisfied grin.

"But Uncle Vernon, you know that you can't do that. You know Aunt Petunia made a promise to keep me safe until otherwise notified." I can see the colour rushing out of my uncle's face as he registers this, yes he knew it. But he was now pissed off that he had no threats to use against me. "Alright then boy, But I don't want to hear one word from you this entire ride, or the entire time you are gone. I don't want to neighbours to see that ruddy bird of yours flying in and out of my house." As if I would send Hedwig here willingly.

-- "Good bye Dragon, please write to me when you get to school, and if you find someone." My mother's eyes tear up as I get inside my carriage and it takes off. Of course I would owl her if I found my mate, I would have to be suicidal not too! I let out a gentle chuckle as the carriage passes the front gates and takes off at the speed of light. Well, I think to myself, here we go.--

** I grit my teeth and slide my luggage onto a trolley, well. No turning back now is there?**
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