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HIDDEN INHERITANCE

Prologue:

There were things
that made Harry Potter even more unique of a wizard than his friends and
everyone else in the wizarding world knew him to be, and this was saying
something, as he was the Boy-Who-Lived, something that was quite unusual and
not normal, even for a wizard.

What made Harry even
more unusually unique was the fact that he was a Magical Hermaphrodite, which
is a male who had extensive feminine features, more so than masculine features.
He was eighty-five percent female, and fifteen percent male. They were the only
males in the wizarding world that could become pregnant. He would naturally be
smaller than an average man � and most women � and he would be mates with a
male. Muggles would see only his feminine features, and think him a girl, while
those in the wizarding world, or connected to the wizarding world, saw his full
MH form, unless it was hidden.

Magical
Hermaphrodites were extremely rare, so rare in fact that one hasn�t been born
in over 350 years. The fact that they were the only males that could get
pregnant and give birth, was the main reason they were so cherished in the
wizarding world. The other reason was because they were perhaps the most
beautiful creatures in the world, even topping Veelas, as they were natural
beauty, not an allure. It was also known that a MH could get pregnant even with
a concealment charm on.

In the wizarding
world, wizards were bisexual, but most never settled down with another wizard,
or just another male, because they wanted an heir, or children in general, and
men could not get pregnant, so they married a witch or another woman. This was
why MHs were cherished for their ability to give birth, and for their Magical
Hermaphroditism � they were both male and female, which attracted wizards.

Harry�s MH features
showed themselves on his fifth birthday, and along with it, came the ability to
do Wandless and Will Magic. Using his magic ability, Harry concealed his MH
features, knowing that the Dursleys would freak. He�d only undo the concealment
when he was sure he was away from the Dursleys; it didn�t matter around other
people, as nobody knew him.

That all changed
when he got into Hogwarts. He kept the concealment charms on at all times while
at school and when he was in the wizarding world or with his friends. He said
nothing to anyone about his MH; instead, he did his own research in the school
library, where he learnt that he was a Magical Hermaphrodite. Not only did he
keep his MH a secret, he also said nothing about his Wandless and Will Magic
ability.

Everyone saw the
masculine Harry, but he was far from masculine in his true form. He had longer,
straighter and glossier hair, fuller lips, higher cheekbones, and developing
breasts. He also had no penis, but a vagina, with a uterus for bearing
children, and he had curvy hips and arse, and long slender legs and arms, not
to mention that he was petite in both weight and height, more delicate looking.
Any woman would kill for his beauty, as he really was truly gorgeous. He had no
muscle on him, nor did he have any fat, yet he was very fit and taut.

Being eighty-percent
female, made his personality and fashion quite feminine. He�d sneak out to
Muggle London during the summers at the Dursleys, in his full MH form, and shop
with the Muggle money he would exchange whenever he went to Diagon Alley. He�d
buy clothes that girls would wear, as well as some make-up, and other feminine
things. He�d never wear them, as he never had a chance to, but it was still
nice to have them. He had even sneaked a few feminine robes into his purchases
at Madam Malkin�s Robe Shop in Diagon Alley, claiming that they were for one of
his girl friends.

Harry made sure to
keep his femininity as hidden as possible.

Why did he keep all
of these things a secret? The answer was easily Voldemort. If Voldemort found
out about Harry�s ability to do Wandless and Will Magic, he�d have the
advantage. This way, with only Harry knowing, Voldemort would be at a
disadvantage, and Harry would have the upper hand. As for the MH, this could be
used to Harry�s disadvantage if anyone where to know about it before he mates
with his future mate.

While researching up
Magical Hermaphrodites, Harry learned that he was to mate for life with a
magical creature, one that was a dominant male. His mate could either be a
Vampire, a High Elf, Veela, Werewolf, Catomine, a Succubus, or even an Archen.
It really didn�t matter what kind of magical creature he was, as long as he was
human-like, and capable of producing human-like offspring.

There was also a chance
that Harry had some type of magical creature in his bloodline, given that he
was a Magical Hermaphrodite, but he wouldn�t know until his seventeenth
birthday, when most came into their creature lineage.

Harry wasn�t looking
forward to finding this out � he was already freakish enough. There was nothing
Harry would like more, than to be normal like his friends and everyone else.

Chapter 1: Chronicles

The war was over,
and many were dead. For Harry, it seemed as if it were yesterday that he was
out on Hogwarts grounds, battling Voldemort, with the Order of the Phoenix, the
DA and Ministry Officials fighting the Death Eaters all around him. The Light
had been victorious that day, as Harry had successfully defeated Voldemort and
the others had captured and killed every single one of the Death Eaters that
were loyal to Voldemort. The final battle had taken place on December 23^rd,
two days before Christmas, in Harry�s sixth-year, on Hogwarts grounds.

Several things had come to
light for Harry and many others that year. Harry had been shocked to find out
that Lucius and Draco Malfoy, along with Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Andros
Avery, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, and
Millicent Bulstrode. He had already known about Severus Snape, as did the rest
of the Order, but nobody else did so it was also a surprise, as Snape was still
a bastard in class � war or no war.

Nobody that Harry cherished
had died, much to his relief, though he felt bad for the families of those who
had perished in the war, even the families of the Death Eaters, as he knew most
of them were not as horrid as their rogue relative. While he did feel somewhat
guilty for the losses of the war, he knew, internally, that he was not to
blame.

The mourning for the loss
lasted two week, and in those two weeks, school was canceled, and there were
several burials and memorials, not to mention a celebration for the end of the
war for those who had little to non-to mourn. Harry and his friends did both,
out of respect for both the mourners and the celebrators.

Once school started back
up, life in the wizarding world slowly picked back up, and everyone went about
like normal once again� - well, as
normal as one lived before war. Harry and his friends finished their sixth-year
of school with little to no surprise events, and that, to him, Ron and
Hermione, was rather boring, given the adventures they had encountered with
Voldemort and so forth, in the past. However, they couldn�t complain,
especially Harry, as he didn�t end his sixth year with the memories of the
hospital wing.

There was only one surprise
that revealed itself to Harry, who in turn said nothing to any of his friends
or anyone else. This surprise was that he had somehow formed a crush on Draco
Malfoy � his formal archrival. How, or when it happened, he had no idea, but it
did happen.

All Harry remembered was when he noticed his revolved feelings for
Draco. It was the night of the celebration, at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.

Flashback

There were people everywhere, chatting and drinking merrily with smiles
and grateful tears being shed. Everyone was happy, something had had been
nearly non-existing in the last year and a half. Now that Voldemort was gone
for good, there was reason to celebrate and be merry.

All of Harry�s friends and the Order of the Phoenix were there at
Headquarters, celebrating the victory of the Light. Along with them, were
several Slytherins, all of who had proved themselves loyal over and over again
in the past year, and even longer of some, risking their lives to gather
information for the Order and Dumbledore.

Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape were sitting in the kitchen with Arthur
Weasley, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, having a rather civil conversation, one
of their very first. It must have been the alcohol, Harry thought, rather
amusedly, as he sat on the couch with Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott and Ron,
while he watched the five grown men gulping down their fire whiskey, while
laughing drunkenly at each other�s every word.

Beside him, Ron, Blaise and Theo were discussing the latest Quidditch
gear, and who was going to buy what, and when they were going to do it. Typical
Ron, Harry chuckled slightly to himself. With Ron, it was always Quidditch
this, or Quidditch that, never anything else, but that was what made Ron, well,
Ron.

Over in one of the corners in the living room, sat Molly Weasley,
Minerva McGonagall, and Amelia Bones, talking quietly while sipping their small
glasses of wine. And close by them sat Hermione, Ginny, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne
Greengrass and Millicent Bulstrode, as well as Nymphadora Tonks, giggling like
the girls that they were, while snacking at the vegetable and dip tray before
them.

Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were standing at the food-covered
table in the living room, eating everything they could get their hands on, not
bothering with anything else. Several other Order members were seen coming and
going between the kitchen, the living room and the many other rooms at Number
Twelve, Grimmauld Place, sipping their beverages, and talking cheerfully with
one another.

Harry took a sip of his own bottle of butterbeer, and was in the
process of swallowing when he noticed the lone figure, sitting on the loveseat
beside the piano, sipping a glass of what looked to be brandy, with a look of
unease on his moderately handsome face.

Harry stared at the figure for what seemed like forever, unaware of the
lustful expression on his own face, only aware of his thoughts. He couldn�t
remember when Draco Malfoy looked so good, which he found to be odd, seeing as
he�s known Draco for six years, and he�s never looked...okay, that was a lie,
and he knew it. Draco�s always been handsome � in fact, it was well known that
Draco Malfoy was the Adonis of the school, and that all of the female and about
half of the male population, admired him and wanted a piece of him.

Shit! Harry�s mind screamed. Was he now one of them? Did he want Draco
Malfoy? No way! However, considering his thoughts at that moment on said
Adonis, it was quite obvious that he did, indeed, want Draco. When the hell did
that happen?

As Harry sat there, mulling over his feelings for the blonde, he
decided that he would go over and try to have a conversation with him. Try, was
the key word, as it was known that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy do not do
civil.

Getting up, he excused himself from the Quidditch talk, and made his
way over toward Draco, looking as casual as possible, under the new
circumstances. He noticed Draco had raised his head to stare straight at him,
and as Harry neared the blonde, he was unaware of Draco�s building unease.

�What do you want, Potter?� Draco grumble with displeasure, though he
did move aside to make room for Harry, who sat down beside him and turned his
body to face him.

�Malfoy...I noticed you were over here by yourself and I thought that
I�d come over and see what�s up, and maybe talk with you a little. We haven�t
really spoken since last year, you realize...�

�And maybe there is a reason for that, Potter,� Draco snapped in
annoyance, a little too aggressively. Harry�s eyes widened slightly, a look of
hurt shining in his eyes.

�You don�t have to be so rude, Malfoy. I was trying to be polite, if
you hadn�t noticed...What�s your reason, then?�

Draco�s agitated expression softened for a second, before it hardened
once again as he replied. �I don�t have to have a liable reason. We don�t have
to talk, Potter, and I prefer it if we don�t. Just because we�re on the same
side, doesn�t mean that we�re friends, or ever will be.�

Harry glared at him in rage. �How dare you...Who said anything about
being friends, Malfoy? I just wanted to talk! Even though we are not friends,
we could still have a civil conversation. Just look at your father, Snape, my
godfather, Remus and Mr. Weasley. They�re all sitting in the damn kitchen,
getting drunk with one another, and having a jolly time, but they have never
been friends.� Harry huffed out his rage, not realizing exactly what he was
doing to the blonde beside him. �You�re such an ass � I don�t even know why I�m
bothering.�

Harry made to stand, but was stopped by Draco, who grabbed his wrist
and tugged him back down onto the loveseat. Harry looked over at Draco, his
glare still in place.

�What now?� he hissed, yanking his arm away.

Draco growled, and Harry thought he had seen a flash of sapphire in the
depths of Draco�s silver-blue eyes, but blamed it on his imagination, as when
he looked back, it was gone.

�I�m...I�m sorry,� Draco said with difficulty, much to Harry�s
surprise. �Its just that, well, I�m struggling with a few things, and you�re
really just making them worse...and I mean that as nicely as possible.�

�Which is saying something, coming from you,� Harry muttered
sarcastically, which caused Draco to snort.

�You better believe it, Potter.�

Harry sighed, and relaxed back into his previous position. He folded
his arms and looked at Draco, expectantly. �Well? Aren�t you going to tell me
what you�re struggling with?�

�No,� the blonde said forcefully. �I�ll have a civil talk with you,
Potter, but if you start asking me personal questions then you can forget
it...I don�t even know why you�re even trying, or rather wanting, to talk with
me.�

�I...er, well, I have my reasons, is all,� said Harry quickly, before
changing the subject. �Okay, you pick the topic of conversation, one that will
not lead to a personal discussion on either of us.�

Draco gave him a look, as if Harry was growing two heads, before he
asked, �What do you think the Wizarding World is going to be like, now that it
doesn�t have Voldemort and his Death Eaters to terrorize it?�

�Good choice...To answer the question, I think that the Wizarding World
will pick itself up nicely. It may take a few months, but it has a great
future. What about you?�

Draco shrugged, and took a sip of his brandy. �I don�t think it will be
any different than before, except nobody will have to live in fear of being one
of Voldemort victims.�

Harry nodded his head in agreement, and sipped his butterbeer.

Their conversation continued for a good hour, until Hermione came over
and drug Harry away, much to both his and Draco�s disappointment.

End Flashback

Since that day, Harry had noticed that whenever he was around Draco,
Draco would start acting weird, before he�d excuse himself and exit the room.
However, Harry thought nothing of it, and ignored it for the most part, though
it did annoy him whenever he tried speaking with Draco.

Once sixth-year was over, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Draco, Blaise,
Theo and Daphne, all returned to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, where they
would be spending their summer, along with Lucius Malfoy, Professor Snape,
Remus, Sirius and Tonks.

Chapter 2: The Tune

Harry sat in the study of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, working on
his summer assignment in History of Magic. He had to pick a person that was
famous for something (he, himself, did not count), and he had to write an essay
about them. His person of choice was Mirabella Plunkett � a witch who was
famous for falling in love with a merman in Loch Lomond while on holiday, and
when her parents forbade her from marrying him, she transfigured herself into a
mermaid and was never seen again. Harry personally found this story
fascinating, as he was very romantic, though most had no idea.

Sitting across from him, was Daphne, who was writing about Mungo
Banham, the founder of St. Mungo�s Hospital for Magical Maladies, Ailments and
Injuries.

�I didn�t know St. Mungo�s has been around since 1580. That�s really
old,� Daphne commented aloud, fascinated by the history of Banham.

�That is old,� said Harry in agreement, as he continued to write his
own essay. �Since the Dark Ages...Magic sure has been around for a long time,
hasn�t it?�

�It sure has, which makes us witches and wizards special. Hopefully,
we�ll never die out,� Daphne said, thumbing through her reading text. �I
thought, you know, maybe we will, what with Voldemort�s stupid arse. If he had
won, Harry, just imagine what life would be like right now.�

�There wouldn�t be much of anything,� he added.

�Exactly, and that includes us. He wanted to kill off all of the Muggle,
and Muggle-born, as he thought that they were polluting the Wizarding World.
The truth of the matter is, that without new blood, new lineage, magic would
die out. Muggles are the only hope we have in surviving extinction. I mean,
without new lineage, we�d be marrying our cousins, and our magic wouldn�t
survive, as magic already exists within us and therefore it is wasted. Does
that make sense?� Daphne asked, looking up at him.

Harry nodded, �Of course it does. You�re saying that since there is
magic you and your spouse, you�ll automatically have a magical core, which
would get passed down to their children and so forth, but it would eventually
die out, or thin, as it is being unused. But if you have a few muggle relatives
to produce with, you�d be passing it on, and it would be rekindled and once
again be used.�

�Exactly,� Daphne grinned, shaking her head. �I knew you weren�t a
dunderhead, Potter,� she teased, before returning to her work.

Harry went back to his own and was just finishing up when Hermione came
in and sat down with them.

�Harry, Ron wants you to go up to your guys� room when you�re finished
with your homework,� the bushy-haired witch said with a roll of her eyes. �Said
something about Blaise getting a SpeedWing, or something like that?�

Harry�s eyes widened slightly, �A SpeedWing? Blaise got a SpeedWing?�

�Yeah, and? What is it?� she asked, confusedly.

�It�s the newest model of racing broom, that�s what it is, �Mione,�
Harry explained, a bit in awe. �It�s said to be very fast in speed, not to
mention it has a cushioned seat handle.�

�Quidditch!� Hermione exclaimed in annoyance. �Why am I not surprised?
After all, it is Ron.�

Harry chuckled and shrugged his shoulders at her, �I don�t know. You
should have know, that anything that gets Ron excited like that, has to with
Quidditch, usually.�

�I know!� she said, shaking her head in exasperation. �That�s all that
boy thinks about.�

Harry laughed at her as he gathered up his things and stood up. �Well,
see you two later, then,� he said before leaving the study.

He was ascending up the stairs toward the second floor, when he met
Draco halfway up. Draco, without saying a word, dodged skin-to-skin contact
with Harry, and sped down the stairs and out of sight, so fast that Harry
didn�t even have a chance at greeting him.

Frustrated at the blonde�s strange and peculiar behavior toward him,
Harry stomped his way up the rest of the stairs, a frown on his face. He was no
longer in the mood to get all hyped up for some stupid racing broom, no matter
how cool it was, so instead of heading toward his and Ron�s room, Harry made a
small detour, and headed toward the music room up on the fourth floor.

The music room was a rather spectacular room, with all kinds of musical
instruments, such as a few base and electric guitars, a piano, a keyboard, a
variety of drums, not to mention a drum set, a saxophone, some flutes, a
clarinet and other small instruments like a violin, harmonica, banjo, and
cello.

Harry went straight for the piano, and after he silenced the room, sat
down on the stool and searched through the book of different sheet music that
lay on the panel of the piano. He got to his favorite piece of music, which was
Fantasy Land by Delia McDoogle, and placed it back on the panel,
before he started playing, and as he played, he sang along.

There
is a land of color,

And
when you dream,

You
will believe,

That you can be
anything you want to be.

The
color of trees is blue,

The
color of water is green,

The
color of the sky is pink and yellow,

The color of grass is
red.

There
is a land of such things,

Such
beautiful and unexplainable things.

This
land is Fantasy Land, and you find it when you dream,

Or when you want your
thoughts made real.

A
magical place, is Fantasy Land,

Where
animals can talk and you can fly,

Where
you can breath within the sea,

And where you can
smile and be merry.

The
color of trees is blue,

The
color of water is green,

The
color of the sky is pink and yellow,

The color of grass is
red.

Everything
that you wand to be true,

Will
be true in Fantasy Land,

Just
wait and see,

For
you can walk, hand-in-hand, with me.

As he finished the short but fun little song, Harry realized that he
was not alone in the room, and spun around in mortification. At the sight of
Draco, Harry�s face turned red with embarrassment at being caught, by him of
all people.

Draco stared at him in amusement, and looked quite impressed. �You
sing...nicely.�

�Th-Thanks,� Harry stammered, as he closed the music book. �Um, did you
want to use the piano? I�ll leave so that you can have your privacy.� Harry
went to pass Draco, still red in the face, but Draco stepped in his way to
block him.

�Wait,� Draco said, rather haggard looking. �I don�t need to use the
piano. Actually, I was looking for you, Potter.�

Harry looked at Draco, suspicion clear on his face. �Why? You�ve
avoided me ever since we talked at the celebration.�

�Yes, and that is why I am looking for you now.�

�What do you mean?� he asked, confused more then ever.

Draco took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he placed his hands
in his pants pocket and began fidgeting with something within it. Harry
observed this odd, nervous behavior of Draco, who Harry has always known to be
calm and collect with himself, so this made Harry nervous.

�Draco?� he asked frowning, slightly impatient.

Draco sighed and asked, �Do you have magical creature blood in you?�

This question completely threw Harry off, as it was very unexpected.
�What?� was all he could say in response.

�Do you have magical creature blood in you?� Draco asked again, a
little annoyed at having to repeat himself.

�How would I know? All my magical relatives are dead, but if I do then
I won�t know until midnight tonight, as then I�ll be seventeen. Why do you want
to know?� he asked politely.

�Because, Potter, unfortunately for me, I turned seventeen on the 18^th
of December,� Draco told him, avoiding eye contact with Harry.

�So you�re saying,� Harry said, realizing what Draco was getting at,
�that you�ve come into your heritage?� At Draco�s nod, he asked, �What are
you?�

This time, Draco made eye contact as he answered, �I�m a dominant
Veela.�

Harry nodded in understanding, �Oh...Well, what does this have to do
with � �

�You�re my mate, Potter,� Draco interrupted him, taking Harry by
surprise once again. �This has everything to do with you because you�re my mate
� my submissive.�

Harry�s mouth fell open in shock. He was so shocked that he couldn�t
speak, his mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out.

Draco snorted in amusement, and reached over, gently taking Harry�s chin
and pushing it up. �You remind me of a gaping fish.�

Harry took a deep breath and let it out, before shaking his head to
clear it of the shock. Harry believed Draco, as there would be no reason to lie
about something like this. He wasn�t bummed in the least, that Draco has chosen
him as his mate. Knowing that this was true, and personal, and that it probably
took a lot out of Draco to tell Harry this secret, Harry knew that he should be
honest with Draco as well.

Harry moved over to the piano stool and sat down, as he found his
voice. �Do you remember the party? You know, the one where he had that talk?�

�Yeah, of course.�

Harry nodded and continued. �Well, it was just before I went over to
converse with you, that I realized that I liked you, like, a crush. I didn�t
even know it until then, so I couldn�t tell you when I started seeing you in
that way, but that was when I noticed.�

�You have a crush on me?� Draco asked in shock, his fidgeting stopping.

Harry blushed and once again nodded. �Yes. I�m telling you this because
one, you�ve told me something personal, and two, because you looked like you
needed reassuring...Draco, when you asked me if I have magical creature blood
in me, I answered truthfully � I really don�t know. But, I do have to tell you
something about myself that nobody else knows besides me. You�ll be the first
to know, and I�m telling you this because of the personal state of it, and
because I believe you when you say that I am your mate, and in that case, you
will need to know and eventually find out anyway.�

He stood up in front of Draco and with a wave of his wrist the
concealment charm that hid his MH features from view fell, revealing his true
self.

Harry now stood at 5 foot 6, and weighed no more than 107lbs. His hair
was jet-black and mid-back length, and straight with a glossy shine to it. His
facials features were the same; only there was slight change, like his fuller
and redder lips and his higher cheekbones. His complexion was a milky pale,
while his skin was smooth and baby soft. His stomach was flat and taut, his
waist was tiny, while his hips and arse were curvy, his legs long and slender.
He had a pair of breasts that were impressively large, especially for his
petite form.

All in all, he was very beautiful. His jeans and t-shirt had changed
into a sexy red spaghetti strapped mini-dress, which defined all of his sexy
curves and his feminine parts.

The look on Draco�s face, caused Harry to smile, though he was very
uncomfortable, being the first time he has revealed himself. Draco�s jaw was
practically hitting the floor, and it was soundlessly moving, though nothing
was coming out. His eyes had literally popped from his eye socket.

�I�m a Magical Hermaphrodite, though you�ve probably already guessed,�
Harry continued. �And you also probably saw my use of Wandless and Will Magic,
which is another thing that only you know about.�

It was at least a minute later, before Draco was able to form words
again, and he was in awe. �You mean you�ve kept this to yourself all of this
time? Nobody knows? Not even Dumbledore, or Weasley or Granger?�

Harry shook his head, �Not even them. Nobody but you and I know, and I
hope, until I�m ready to let everyone know, that is, that you�ll keep it a
secret as well. You won�t tell anyone, will you?�

�Not if you don�t want me to...I just can�t believe that you�ve never
told anyone...Uh, is there a way that you could have the concealment charm on,
but have it so that I could see you like this the whole time? I like this, er,
you know, your real self.�

Harry chuckled, and with a flick of his wrist, the concealment charm
was back on, but he still stood there in his MH form, but only Draco and
himself could see it.

�There, is that better?� he asked with a little teasing tone.

Draco nodded his head. �Yes.�

�Good...So, do you have a form, being a Veela and all?�

�Huh?� Draco asked distractedly, still staring at Harry. �Oh, yeah, but
only when I get very angry. The only thing that I can extract at will is my
wings. Here, watch.�

Draco pulled off his shirt, giving Harry full view of his six-pack
muscles and his impressive biceps, all of which was a mouth-watering sight.
Handing his shirt to Harry, Draco adopted a heavy concentrating look, and in a
second�s time, a pair of beautiful white-feathered wings spurted out of his
back, and extended widely through the room.

�Oh my,� Harry gasped, shocked at how unbelievably sexy Draco looked
bare-chested, with a pair of angelic-like wings. �D-D-Draco,� he tried to keep
himself from moaning. �Erm, you, you look � wow.�

Draco smirked at him knowingly. �Thank you, Potter.�

Harry shook his head to clear it, and scowled at the blonde Adonis. �I
think that you can call me Harry, Draco. After all, we will be seeing a lot of
each other.�

Draco tipped his head in acknowledgement. �If you wish...Harry.�

Harry smiled in satisfaction. �Thank you.� He handed Draco�s shirt back
to him, and turned serious. �Draco, would you do me a favor?�

�That depends,� the blonde said, retracting his wings, and putting his
shirt back on. �What�s the favor?�

�Well, I was wondering if you would come to my room around 11:30
tonight, in case I do end up transforming into something? I have a feeling that
I will be doing so, and I don�t want to be alone...I�m scared,� he admitted,
biting at his lower lip. �Do you think you could?�

Draco nodded in agreement, but to Harry�s relief. �If you would like me
to be there, sure.�

�Thank you.�

�Harry, do you think that, um, that I could kiss you. I�ve been holding
back the creature in me and the urge to touch you is maddening. That�s why I�ve
been avoiding you for so long. Whenever I�m near you, the creature in me begs
me to be near you, closer, and it gets harder every day.�

Harry stepped closer to Draco, so close that they were only a few
inches apart. He shushed Draco, and said to him softly. �You don�t have to
explain why you need to kiss me, Draco, I understand. The answer is yes, you
can kiss me.�

Draco exhaled in relief, and without needing to be told twice, leaned
in to Harry, and captured his lips. The touch of Draco�s lips on his was like
nothing Harry had ever felt before in his life, and he leaned in for more,
wrapping his arms around Draco�s shoulders to get as close to the blonde as
possible. Draco in turn wrapped his arms around Harry, turning Harry and
backing him up against the wall.

The kiss quickly deepened and soon their hands were roaming, their
tongues dueling frantically, each wanting dominance. Harry gladly lost the
battle, and let Draco dominate their rapidly growing snog-fest.

Draco pulled away, causing Harry to let out a squeal of protest, but
then he started attacking Harry�s neck, nibbling and suckling at the sensitive
flesh, which turned Harry�s squeal of protest into a loud moan of excitement.

�Oh,� Harry breathed out, turning his head sideways to allow Draco
better access. He dropped one of his arms from around Draco�s neck to cup
Draco�s arse. Draco groaned, and followed Harry�s action, grasping one of
Harry�s clothed breasts and squeezing it as he grinded into Harry.

THUD.

The two jumped apart, just as the door opened. Sirius looked at the two
of them, both of them panting, clothes askew and faces flushed, and a scowl
formed on his face.

�You know, you two have got to start fighting,� Sirius said, looking at
the two of them in slight disappointment. �This is ridiculous. You�re on the
same side, and all of your friends are getting along with each other, but you
two just keep on fighting...� he went on, unaware of what he had just walked in
on.

Harry, trying not to crack a smile at the whole situation, looked
sideways at Draco, who looked back at him with a barely contained grin. Draco�s
hair was everywhere, and his shirt was wrinkled slightly, and there was a
slight bulge between his legs, which Harry knew, was not his wand. Harry faired
no better, but Sirius couldn�t see that, thank goodness.

�...From tonight and the rest of the summer, you two will be rooming
together, so that you two can learn to get along,� Sirius was saying, not
realizing that neither had been paying any attention to him up until that
point. At the mention of them two rooming together, the two�s attention was
immediately brought to him.

�What?� they questioned in unison, in disbelief.

Sirius, mistaking their reaction as protest, smirked and repeated
himself. �You two are to be rooming with each other from tonight until the end
of the summer. Don�t like it? Too bad. Now, it�s time for lunch. You two get
cleaned up and head down to the kitchen.� With that said, Sirius left the two
of them.

As soon as Sirius was gone, the two turned to each other, chuckling.
�Does it really look like we were fighting?� Draco asked, looking toward the
lone mirror that hung up on the far wall.

Harry shook his head in the negative. �Sirius is just � well, he�s not
clever. Now, if either Snape or Remus had caught us, they�d have known the
second they walked into the door...Be grateful.�

Draco looked back at Harry and raised an eyebrow at him. �So, you want
another kiss?�

Harry chuckled and said, �Just a kiss � not another make-out session.
We got out of that one, but we might not be so lucky the next time. Plus, I�m
rather hungry, and lunch is waiting for us down stairs.�

�Deal,� Draco said, and leaned down, placing a light but sweet and
affectionate kiss on Harry�s already slightly bruised lips. �That good?�

�That�s great...C�mon, lets go eat, yeah?� Harry said, before bouncing
out the door.

Draco followed Harry out of the music room, and down the stairs. When
they enter the kitchen they take their usual seats by their friends, obviously
to avoid speculation among the others.

�Oi, Harry,� Ron said, mouth full of turkey sandwich. �Where were you,
mate? We were up in the room for an hour, waiting for you.�

�Sorry, Ron,� Harry said, feeling a bit guilty for going to see the
broom. �I decided to go up to the music room for a bit.�

�The music room? You chose the music room over the SpeedWing? Are you
feeling all right, mate?�

�I�m fine.�

�Unlike you, Ronald, Harry doesn�t think about Quidditch every moment
of every day,� Hermione butted in, as she ate her salad.

�You�re the same way with books and school, Hermione, so don�t you sit
there and say that. You�re always reading or thinking about reading and school
work,� Ron shot back.

�Well, at least reading books and thinking about school is a lot more
educational than thinking and breathing Quidditch, Ronald Weasley.�

Harry rolled his eyes and snapped at the two of them. �Both of you shut
up and stop arguing, please. You�re both so damn stubborn that neither of you
will win this argument, and it doesn�t really matter and you both really need
to get a life. There are other things out there besides books and Quidditch,
but you�ll never know it if you two do not get a life. I�m personally sick of
your arguing and your obsessions with studying and Quidditch, as I am the one stuck
in the middle of them. Knock it off!�

There was silence at his snappy exclamation, and everyone was
struggling not to laugh, except Ron and Hermione, who were staring at him with
shocked expressions on their faces.

�Well said, Potter,� came the waiting ovation, from one Severus Snape.
�It�s about time someone shut the two of them up.�

�Thank you, Professor,� Harry said, astonished at his professor�s
words.

�Harry!� Hermione screeched. �Did you really mean that?� she asked,
looking hurt.

Harry was about to answer, but Ginny beat him to it. �Of course he did,
�Mione, and we all agree. You can�t feel hurt, and you won�t get an apology out
of Harry. In fact, you two should be apologizing to him, as he has to endure
all of your arguing. Now, you and Ron need to find something else besides your
current obsessions that you like to do. It can�t be that hard.�

Ron shrugged, and turned to Harry, looking guilty. �Sorry mate.�

�You�re forgiven, but if you guys start arguing again, I�ll leave,�
Harry threatened.

�Understandable.�

�Changing subject,� Remus announced. �Harry, what would you like to do
for your birthday tomorrow? You only turn seventeen once.�

Harry thought about this for a few moments, before answering the
question. �Would it be okay if Neville came over tomorrow? It is his birthday
too, and so it makes sense to celebrate both of our birthdays in one party.
It�s okay if he has other plans, but it would be nice to have him over. And
maybe Dean and Seamus could come over as well.�

�So you want a party?� Blaise asked, liking the idea of a party.

�A small party wouldn�t hurt, but not a large party,� Harry told him,
shrugging. �Just us here, Neville, Dean Seamus and the Weasleys, maybe a few of
the other Order members.�

�I like the idea of the party,� Tonks said excitedly. �Molly would love
to do the cooking, I�ll do the decorations.�

�I�ll help you,� Ginny volunteered eagerly.

�I�ll get the alcohol,� Blaise and Theodore said in unison, which
earned a look from Remus.

�Let there be alcohol, Remus,� Lucius spoke up. �The boy will be of
legal age, and if I�m not mistaken, only Miss Weasley will be underage.�

�Only for four more months,� Ginny said rather defensively.

Remus looked to be considering the idea, but Sirius had already thought
it over.

�Alcohol it is, then,� he said, ever the responsible one. �Boys, make
sure there is plenty of it,� he added, winking at Blaise and Theodore, who
grinned mischievously back.

Harry laughed in amusement as Remus shot Sirius a dirty look, who gave
Remus those cute innocent puppy-dog eyes of his.

�Don�t go through a lot of trouble,� Harry said to them all, feeling
unworthy of such trouble. �I�m fine with a simple gather of friends kind of
thing. There doesn�t have to be a large celebration.�

�Of course there does,� Daphne said with a shake of her head. �You�re
getting a party � a nice party.�

Harry sat back at listened to everyone planning the party, feeling
excited about what the finishing project would be like. He�s never had a
birthday party before. His eyes locked with Draco�s, and he sent him a secret
smile, which was returned. Draco had been sitting quietly this whole time,
staring at Harry, which made Harry both excitable and uncomfortable, though he
couldn�t say that he didn�t mind it at all. He loved it.

Once breakfast was finished, Sirius sent Harry, Draco, Ron, Blaise and
Theodore to rearrange the sleeping arrangements. Before, Harry and Ron were
rooming together, and Draco, Blaise and Theodore were sharing a room. Now, Ron
was going to have to share with the Slytherins, while Harry and Draco shared.
It was a lot of packing and unpacking, but no complaining as everyone got
along, though Harry and Draco were unusually quiet...Hmm, wonder why.

The rearranging took up the afternoon, and when it was finished,
everyone piled into the living room. Unlike a Muggle living room, there was no
television to preoccupy everyone, no, instead there were games � Wizarding
Chess, Exploding Snaps, and made up games like Truth or Dare, Merlin Mutters
(the wizard form of Simon Says), and Yes Master, No Master (which is a
different form of Truth or Dare). They all sat around for the rest of the
night, playing Wizarding Chess and Exploding Snaps.

It was 10:15, and Harry was yawning. Tossing down the rest of his Snap,
which exploded right on Daphne�s socked foot, he stood up.

�Well I�m going to bed,� he said through another yawn. �See you all in
the morning.�

�Why don�t we all go to bed?� Lucius suggested, as he stood up to do
just that. �We�re all going to be up early tomorrow, getting that party prepared,
so we�ll need our rest.�

�Good idea, Lucius,� Remus said in agreement.

Without much complaint, the rest of the teenagers, and the other three
adults stood up, and everyone made their way to their respectable rooms for the
night. Harry and Draco entered their room, glad that they finally had the time
to themselves.

Harry looked up at the clock nervously, and turned to Draco. �Does it
hurt?�

Draco looked at him, knowing what he was speaking of, and nodded
slightly. �Very much, but it lasts for only a minute. How sure are you that
you�ll be turning?�

Harry shrugged his shoulders and bit down on his lip, �Pretty sure, but
I don�t know what I�ll be transforming into. I don�t really know my father�s
family history, and as for my mother � well, she was a muggle-born, but she
might have had some ancient magical relatives...How far back can magical
creature blood be passed?�

�No one really knows,� Draco told him, trying to answer as much as he
could, at the same time trying to reassure his mate. �Sometimes a bloodline
doesn�t appear within a person of the lineage into a century later, or two
centuries later, and other times, it never skips a generation, like it is in my
family. Every Malfoy, whether it is female or male, is a Veela, or Veela and
something else. It�s never dormant.�

�You mean you can be more than one creature?�

�Yeah, it just depends. My father is a Veela, but my mother is a
quarter Vampire. I am purely a Veela, as it dominates my mother�s Vampire
blood.�

�Oh,� was all Harry could say, as he settled down anxiously on his bed.

Draco went over and sat down beside his mate. H pulled out his wand and
pointed it toward the door, which locked immediately. He then placed a
silencing spell around the whole room, so that when Harry started screaming, he
wouldn�t wake everyone up. Putting his wand away, Draco turned back to Harry.

�Cancel the concealment charms...If you transform, it will hurt you
even more if it has to break through the spell. I locked the door, so nobody
will come in here. It�s just you and me.�

Harry nodded and with a wave of his wrist, the spell fell. He
unashamedly leaned against Draco for comfort, and relaxed when he felt Draco�s
arms wrap around him, giving him the support and comfort in which he was
seeking. Harry was scared; he would admit it without shame.

The two sat there like that for a while, neither really up to talking,
as they were too anxious to get it over with. At any moment, Harry was
expecting some sort of pain, but when it did finally come, he never expected it
to be as painful as it was.

Harry gasped, and arched up out of Draco�s arms, breathing heavily as
tears of agony welled up into his eyes. It was so painful that he could hardly
breath, and it was getting stronger and � felt as though it was spreading
through his body. His chest felt tight, like his lungs were either burning or
were ready to collapse, he couldn�t quite tell, and it went straight to his
head.

His head felt like it were to explode at any moment, bringing dizziness
and nausea. Unable to stop it, Harry collapsed onto the bedroom floor and threw
up violently, before letting out an ear-splitting scream, just as darkness took
over his vision and passed out cold on the floor.

Draco watched, helplessly, as Harry fought with the pain, before
finally collapsing. As he swooped down to pick Harry up, Harry�s body began to
glow a dark indigo color, and through the glow, his features and body began
changing. It was a slow process of change, until finally, after nearly twenty
minutes, the glow faded away, and the changes Harry�s body was going through
came to a halt.

He couldn�t help but stare at Harry for a long while after the changes
had stopped, amazed at what he saw, and was in disbelief that this beautiful
creature that lay before him was his life long mate. Shaking out of it, Draco
gathered Harry up and placed him on his own bed, wanting to be close to Harry,
for that night at least. He magically dressed Harry for bed, so that he
couldn�t see any of Harry�s private sections, before he cleaned up the vomit on
the floor and dressed himself for bed.

Climbing in, Draco gathered the much smaller creature in his arms, and
drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 3: The Molestation Encounter

Harry awoke halfway through the night, sore and achy all over. He tried
to roll over, but another, much larger but very warm body, blocked his way. His
eyes flew open, and his breath hitched in his throat as he came face-to-face
with the sleeping Veela that was his mate.

�He looks so sexy, sleeping like that,� Harry thought, unaware of his
eyes literally glowing with lust, in the darkness of the room. He didn�t notice
any of his new changes, or that his creature instincts were starting to take
over, and that he was going into heat. All he knew was that his mate was hot,
and that he wanted him � now.

Harry slid on top of Draco, so that he was straddling him, and leaned
over and placed his lips onto the blonde�s. This action awoke Draco instantly,
and his gasp gave Harry the entrance he needed into Draco�s mouth.

Draco lay there, board-like, fighting with his animal instinct, which
was telling him to take his mate, who was obviously wanting it. His human
instinct was telling him to wait until Harry was in control. However, his
animal was quite dominant at this particular moment. He was trying to listen to
his human half, but with Harry�s tongue in his mouth, and with him on top,
rubbing against Draco�s fast-growing erection, and his nails gently tracing
Draco�s muscles, there was no possible way Draco could have thought clearly,
and quickly lost the battle to his devilish mind.

With a growl, his animal came forth. Draco grabbed hold of Harry and
flipped the two of them over so that Draco was now on top. Harry let out a very
sexy moan of excitement at being dominated, and submitted without hesitation,
to his dominate mate.

Draco captured Harry�s lips in a deep, passionate, and hungry kiss.
Their tongues danced together, as their hands roamed the unexplored territory,
their clothes flying off as fast they had come on, and soon they were lying
skin-to-skin, which only served to drive their senses wilders.

He could feel the heat radiating off Harry, and he loved it. He tore
his mouth away from his mate�s, to run his tongue along the sensitive flesh of
his neck, causing Harry to writher beneath him. Along the neck, his kisses
trailed, and between his breasts, until finally, he came into contact with one
of the erect nips, which he suckled with delicacy and delight. Harry groaned
out his pleasure, and arched up for more, as he tangled his hands in Draco�s hair.

Draco reached up with the other hand and grabbed the other breast,
kneading it pleasurably. Once he thought that they had had enough attention,
Draco, continued trailing his lips down Harry�s flat stomach, twirling his
tongue at the naval piercing as he went. He used his hands to spread Harry�s
legs open as far as they could go � which he was surprised to find was quite
far � before dipping his head down.

Harry let out the loudest scream, unable to silence it, even if he had
wanted to, as he arched off the bed, his hands now gripping a fist full of
sheets. He could feel that tongue, oh that tongue � how talented it was,
caressing every spot of his vagina, and giving special attention to this one
very sweet spot. In seconds, Harry was cumming.

Draco went back up, and placed another kiss on his lips, letting him
taste himself. As they shared this kiss, Draco was situating himself between
Harry�s legs, getting ready. Knowing instinctively that Harry was a virgin,
Draco knew that he�d have to take it slow, at least at first.

He broke the kiss, as he slowly, inch by inch, entered Harry. As he
broke through the hymen, he felt Harry tense up, and heard him gasp in pain.
Draco stopped once he had broken through, to let Harry adjust to both him and
the pain, before continuing, until he was finally in all the way through.

Draco had been with several girls � and maybe a guy or two � but never
had anything sexual felt so wonderful as it did right now, as he made love to
Harry for the first time. It was special, as it was Harry, and it was his mate
that he was making love to.

The pace was slow and sweet, a pace that normally would have driven
Draco nuts, but this time, he didn�t want it to be fast-paced and quick, as
then it would be over too fast, and the moment would be lost. He wanted to take
his time, to love Harry.

By the time the two of them were both sated and finished, the sun was
coming up. The two lay there in bed for a few moments, panting and boneless
with exhaustion, before they fell asleep. Neither of them noticed a gold light
surrounding the both of them, and staying there for at least an hour, before
disappearing.

Chapter 4: The Morning After

Harry let out a yawn as he awoke a few hours later. He blinked a few
times, adjusting to the morning sun coming into the room through the window,
before he realized that he was lying, nude and sore, in bed with an equally
nude Draco, who was still asleep. It was then he remember the events of the
night � him coming into his heritage, and then him practically molesting Draco
until he had no choice but to do something about it � which he did do, quite
well he might add.

He smiled at the memory of how sweet and gentle Draco had been, and
wished that they could do it again. However, he didn�t think that that was an
option, giving the time of day and how utterly sore and exhausted he already
was.

With another yawn, Harry rolled over and placed his head on Draco
chest, and began lazily caressing the muscles that lay there, chuckling when
they fluttered.

�You know,� came the sleep-filled voice of his mate, �if you keep doing
that, we�re never going to leave the room today.�

Harry grinned at that prospect, and turned his head up to look at
Draco. �But then we�d miss my birthday party. You want to miss my party? It�s
going to be really fun.�

�Hmm, I think that a party with a bunch of Gryffindors does not rate as
fun for me, thank you,� Draco grumbled playfully, which caused Harry to stick
his tongue out at him. �Real mature.�

�Yes it is, I agree,� Harry said, as he sat up, seat covering his
front. �If we don�t get up soon, we�ll have everyone banging down our door �
it�s already 8:10.�

Draco groaned at the thought of leaving the bed, and sat up, wrapping
his arms around Harry, and began suckling at Harry�s exposed neck.

�Draco,� Harry said, trying to stop from moaning. �Draco, any more of
this, and I�ll be walking bow-legged down to breakfast, and then people will
speculate as to what went on up here last night. I�m quite sore from earlier.�

Draco pulled back and looked at him in concern. �You�re sore?�

Harry nodded and kissed him, �Yes, but it�s normal. You were very
gentle, and for that I thank you.�

�Well, it was the least I could do, even after you try to molest me,�
he joked.

Harry laughed and pushed him off the bed completely, which ended up
with the sheet going with him. Harry squealed as he was exposed, which only
made Draco roll his eyes.

�Relax, I�ve seen all already,� he said casually, picking himself up
off the floor, unashamedly nude, tossing the sheet on the bed.

Harry gave him a dirty look, though there was no venom in it, as he
stood up from the bed, and made his way to his trunk, grabbing a bra and
panties, and putting them on, before putting on a pair of pants and a shirt. He
replaced the concealment spells, but Draco could still see him in his full
form.

�Aren�t you even going to see what you look like, with your
transformation?� Draco asked curiously.

�Not really,� Harry answered. �I�m scared that I�ll see a pair of horns
or something equally as hideous.�

Draco rolled his eyes again as he slipped on a pair of boxers. He
grabbed Harry�s hand and dragged him over to the full-length mirror that hung
up on the door.

�You don�t have horns, or anything hideous. I think that you�re damn
sexy.�

Harry turned to look at his reflection in the mirror, and his mouth
dropped in shock. He really was sexy!

He still weighed the same, and stood the same height, but his jet-black
hair now had streaks of emerald green, which matched his now luminous emerald
orbs that were his eyes, all of which went beautifully with his pale
complexion. His lips were now a blood red, and his curves were even more
defined. His nails, extractable as they were, were a natural jet-black and were
long and razor sharp at will, but were naturally like normal nails. His ears
were slightly pointed, and quiet sensitive, and he also had a set of sharp
fangs, which he hadn�t noticed until now, given the fact that they feel normal
and natural.

There wasn�t much of a difference, but enough to see what they were,
but not what he was.

�You also had a set of wings,� Draco informed her. �They were like
mine, only in emerald and black. I think I know what you are, but we�re going
to have to do some research later.�

Harry looked at his mate, waiting. �Well?�

�You might be an Archen, which, as you know, is a creature with High
Elfin and Vampiric bloodlines. However, Archens don�t usually have wings, which
was why I said I�m not quite sure.�

Harry �s eyes narrowed in thought. �I wonder which side of the family
it came from.�

�Most likely it was your mother�s ancestral blood, as
Archens usually are children of non-magical bloodlines, though there is no real
explanation as to why this is.�
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