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More Than Expected	By : awalter Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 26201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own J.K. Rowling's work, I only claim a portion of the plot.
Title: More than Expected (1/2)
Author: verdant quest
Pairing: HP/HG/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A modest response to CherryColaChick�s Veela challenge on Adultfanfiction.net. A threesome, and Veela mating.
Author�s Note: I apologize in advance�I have a terrible problem with writing commitment. I leave WIPs all over the net. P.S. I hate summarizing my unwritten/unfinished stories.
Chapter one
His stomach clenched painfully. It was taking every ounce of will power that Harry possessed to stay where he was and focus on the front of the room, where Professor Flitwick was yammering on about the best way to charm a honeysuckle vines to grow on a trellis. Harry�s stomach had a tendency to react like this lately, and he was well aware of why his body was reacting this way. Remus Lupin had pulled Harry aside only last summer holiday to share a little secret about the Potter family history. Truthfully Harry had suspected that Snape had snuck a little something extra into the Wolfsbane Potion he still made Remus every month. A hallucinogenic drug was the only reasonable assumption. Yes, Harry had been certain that a less than lucid Lupin was more likely than what the story Remus had fed him. �No way could Moony be right.�
Harry clearly remembered his experiences at the Quidditch World Cup the summer before he entered his fourth form at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Irish team had brought leprechauns as their team mascot and the Bulgarian team had brought along Veelas. Harry had seen neither species before that year, and hadn�t had much interaction with either of them since. The last sign of Veelas that he had had was meeting Fleur Delacour at the Burrow two years ago, when Bill had invited her home to meet his family. Fleur was only a quarter Veela, but she held quite the sway over men. Molly Weasley had been a less than welcoming to the Veela-witch; she knew how tricky a species they were and had insisted that no Veela wiles be used to influence any of the men in the house.
Veelas were beautiful creatures who danced sensually and could entrap the opposite species into becoming enamored with them with the magic they let off. When angry their faces became bird-like and large scaly wings emerged from their backs; they had the ability to throw handfuls of fire. Their hair can be used as a wand core, but Mr. Ollivander had mentioned that it made the wand temperamental. Partial Veelas held these abilities to a lesser degree, and they also inherited another peculiarity. When female Veelas passed through menarche and male Veelas also went through the equivalent of puberty they began to become aware of their potential mate; with partial Veelas the desire for the mate and length of time they had to find and complete the ritual of mating for life was time delayed.
Experts theorized that the delay sprung from the slower development and control of magicks that wizards and witches used. Biologically the part-Wizarding, part-Veela young people were not as equipped for early bonding and procreation and so were given a year or two�s extra leeway.
And all of this brought Harry back to the conversation with Remus, which announced that Harry wasn�t fully human. Apparently the Potter family had lived near a Veela commune for many hundreds of generations and had interbred with their clan to cement their peaceful alliance. Of course, that had only worked because one of the Potter boys had been an acceptable mate for a female Veela several centuries ago, and then the blood was intermingled enough that the Potters were often found to be the mates of various members of the clan. What that meant was that Harry was once again a freak. The stomach pains that he had been feeling were a side affect of his Veela side coming into adulthood, and the biological recognition of his mate. Thanks to a highly sensitive sense of smell, Harry had had very little difficulty in pinpointing who it was, who had been making him ache. Even if his nose hadn�t been so acutely attuned he still would have noticed quickly enough. Hard to miss the fact that you�re getting a stiffy every time your best female friend is within ten feet of you. Flitwick�s droning continued, but all of Harry�s attention was devoted to the one woman who would determine whether Harry survived another year. Never mind Voldemort, Hermione Granger was the most likely candidate for killing Harry Potter this year.
The Headmaster�s office was surprising inviting on that cool November morning; a cheery fire was lit and tea and tea sandwiches had been set out around the small grouping of chairs before the hearth. Severus Snape had been called in by Professor Dumbledore on an errand earlier that day. He had been asked *cough*ordered*cough* to bring along his prize pupil, Draco Malfoy. As was customary, Albus had told him absolutely nothing about why either of them was present. Once the refreshments had been levitated into everyone�s hands and they were comfortably ensconced, Albus finally deigned to explain.

�Master Malfoy. I understand that you have regrettably inherited your father�s Veela genes. Is this accurate?�

Severus watched as the boy tried to compose himself.
�Yes, Headmaster.�

�I assume that you have identified who your mate is by this time? That is, if you have met the individual?�

�Erm�yes, I do know who it is, Sir.�

Dumbledore sipped his tea and nodded encouragingly. �It is not an idle question, Master Malfoy. I am merely trying to determine if we need to bring in outside individuals, or if other arrangements can be made. Naturally Hogwarts will do all it can to ensure that you have an opportunity to woo your prospective mate. If another student is involved it may be a little bit awkward without our assistance, and if your mate is a graduate, or a student at another school we must arrange for either their transfer to Hogwarts or come up with an adequate excuse for their presence here.�
Severus was vaguely amused by Albus� interest in the Veela inheritance of one Slytherin student, who was the only son and heir to known Death-Eaters. Draco paused to consider the headmaster�s argument. He shot Severus a look to gauge how truthful the older man was being. Severus gave a faint nod and returned to the dainty cucumber sandwich he was presently ingesting.
�My mate is a student here, Headmaster. She is not a member of my house, however. Honestly, I have been concerned about how likely she is to accept me; we have never gotten along.�

Albus pressed on gamely. �But she is in your form? What is her name, Master Malfoy?�

�Yes. Her name is Hermione Granger, Sir.�

Severus choked on a bit of cucumber and hacked for several seconds. �Hermione Granger! Draco would be hexed to death within nanoseconds when he told her. The life-span of his star pupil suddenly was equivalent to that of a flobberworm�in other words, inordinately short.�

Albus rose to his feet and smacked Severus�s back helpfully, even while he turned back to his student and said mildly, �Oh, dear. It appears I will need to send for Minerva.�
Harry Potter and Hermione Granger trailed reluctantly behind the upright figure of Professor Minerva McGonagall; being called into the Headmaster�s office was usually not an experience that either of them relished. Harry had even less reason to anticipate this conversation. Just last week he had been sent for after a particularly grueling Defense lesson and had been subjected to a dissection of his future by the one man guaranteed to make Harry feel like a naughty five-year-old. Telling a grandfatherly figure that you were going into sexual heat for your closest friend was a little like being walked in on by your guardians during your first wank session; horribly embarrassing and nauseatingly intimate. �Scarred for life� was his only coherent thought for the following half hour.
Hermione though was muttering under her breath about taking the NEWTs early. Clearly the witch was under some sort of misapprehension. Even if the Ministry and the School Governors would allow someone to be tested early, Harry would not have been among one of those to be tested. Academically he more or less slid by with Es and the occasional A or O.
Finally they neared the stone Gargoyle.

�Turkish Delights�

Up the circular staircase Minerva knocked on the heavy oak door and when she received some noise of admittance she turned the knob and swished her robes through. Hermione followed and Harry pulled up the rear. To Harry and Hermione�s astonishment they were met with the unlikely image of Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore having what appeared to be an impromptu tea party. Harry rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren�t playing tricks on him. �Nope. Still there.�
�Ah, Minerva, excellent. Come in children; do have a seat.�

Dumbledore conjured chairs for the additions to his little circle. Once they were seated tea was poured and the refillable plate of sandwiches was passed around.

�Now then, I�m sure that you�re all curious as to why I�ve assembled you here this morning. No, Mistress Granger, you will not be tested on your NEWTs early. I�m afraid you�ll have to study a few months longer.�

Hermione blinked, having said nothing aloud since her arrival into the room other than to murmer a polite �thank you� when the food had made its rounds.

�In the past week I have had two separate students make reference to you in conversations of a delicate nature, my dear. I decided that it would be best if you heard about the situation first hand.� Professor Dumbledore pretended great interest in the flames on the grate while all five digested this discomforting agenda.

�Albus, do you think it is wise to do this? Surely it would be easier on the young people if they met with you individually. A group confessional may lead to a great deal of emotional stress.� Professor McGonagall looked concerned.
The old wizard smiled enigmatically and shook his head. �I believe that this method will soon set everything on the appropriate path, my dear. Do not fret.�

He turned back to Hermione. �I assume that you have a well versed background on Veelas from your voracious reading and from your defense class, Mistress Granger?�
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy both fidgeted in their chairs nervously.

Hermione nodded a trifle uncertainly. �Yes, Professor, I have come across a number of references to Veelas in the library, especially on their mating habits. I became curious after William Weasley started seeing Fleur Delacour.�

�And in your readings did you learn what happens to a Veela that does not win over and join with its mate within an appropriate timeframe?�

Hermione, even more puzzled and a bit more concerned nodded again. �They will eventually die, Headmaster. It is really very sad. Without their mate and the stabilizing elements the mate provides, the Veela cannot sustain life in this world.�
The headmaster nodded solemnly. Severus groaned, �And what does that tell you, Mistress Granger?�

�Pardon, Sir? To what are you referring?�

�Think, girl! Why would the headmaster waste all our time on quizzing you on a magical creature that has a tendency to occasionally mate with Wizarding kind? Why would he be interested in you in particular?� He glared at her for emphasis.
Hermione appeared to choking for a moment and Severus wondered drolly if she had also had a bite of cucumber tea sandwich at an inopportune time.

�Professors, are you saying that I�m someone�s mate?�
�Actually, Mistress Granger, no one said anything of the kind, but it was implied. Now keep using the brain that has been accredited with so much intellectual stamina and ability. Why would Headmaster Dumbledore have invited two male students who have, he said, mentioned you in private conversations with him recently?�

Harry Potter had had just about enough. His instincts kicked in and the threat to his claim on Hermione too obvious to ignore any longer. He launched himself at a somewhat startled, but equally perturbed Draco Malfoy. In the intervening bedlam Severus Snape was overheard by his two coworkers to say: �All we�d need is a bell and a rope ring and we could sell tickets.�
End of chapter one.
Author's Note: I honestly never thought I would be writing this pairing. It's too surreal. In what universe would Harry and Hermione find each other attractive? They're entirely too much like brother and sister. In OotP, he made it clear he doesn't think of her that way...and she has never been jealous over Cho or Ginny or anything the like. Draco and she have chemistry. If you think Harry or Draco are gay or bi, they have chemistry...but as a trio they seem peculiar to me...yet here I am. Honestly the story is a little predictable. What do you think is going to happen? Huh uh...yeah...exactly! You're all brilliant people. Veela stories are fun, but usually they are terribly insipid...which has never stopped me from reading one that looked like someone with basic English skills had written. Anyway, enough for now...just bitching to myself really...ignore me...I know, I know, it's painfully easy.
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