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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Theodore_Nott/Blaise_Zabini, Fleur_Delacour/
      Pansy_Parkinson
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Harry_Potter, Blaise_Zabini, Pansy_Parkinson, Theodore
      Nott, Viktor_Krum, Fleur_Delacour, Gabrielle_Delacour, Cedric_Diggory,
      Daphne_Greengrass, Narcissa_Black_Malfoy, Lucius_Malfoy
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      Falling_In_Love, Veela_Draco_Malfoy, Harry_Potter_Goes_to_Durmstrang, Sub
      Draco_Malfoy, Dom_Harry_Potter, Triwizard_Tournament, POV_Draco_Malfoy,
      ooc_draco, OOC_Harry, Older_Harry, Younger_Draco, Champion_Harry,
      Possessive_Harry, Protective_Harry, Shy_Draco_Malfoy, Fifth_Year_Draco,
      Seventh_Year_Harry, Everyone_Is_Alive
  Series:
      Part 1 of As_Long_As_You_Love_Me
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-21 Updated: 2018-01-31 Chapters: 4/? Words: 12680
****** You're Mine And I'm Yours ******
by wickedblack
Summary
     Draco is starting his fifth year at Hogwarts. After coming into his
     creature inheritance, he doesn't know what to expect of this year.
     Will the upcoming Triwizard Tournament change his life for the better
     or the worst?
***** Chapter 1 *****
 
 
 
The last thing Draco wanted was to be back at school and yet here he was, on
his way to school. He would start his fifth year and it made him nervous. He
was not nervous about failing his O.W.Ls like most people were, he knew he was
the brightest of his year. Some would say he was only second best to Granger
but those people were just stupid. There was no way he could be second best to
a mudblood. What made him nervous was his newly acquired condition.
 
He had left school early last year just so that he wouldn't have had to attend
classes on his birthday. He had been home on June 5th and he had come into his
magical inheritance on June 5th. He had thought that he would only come into
his magical inheritance but his parents had known better and they had pulled
him out of school early. He had also come into his creature inheritance on June
5th. He had become a Veela.
 
His friends had sent him countless letters over the summer, demanding to know
why he had gone home early, if he was sick, if he was okay, why he wasn't
replying to their letters. Draco hadn't replied to any of them. He hadn't had
the strength to. He couldn't even bear the idea of telling his friends that he
had come into a creature inheritance. He knew that coming into a creature
inheritance was source of great pride in the wizarding society, well, for
purebloods anyway. Mudbloods and halfbloods were too engrossed in their muggle
lives to know anything about creatures. They were afraid of creatures. They
were afraid of people like Draco. And when they weren't scared, they wanted to
use them like they were nothing but disposable goods.
 
Draco knew that his friends would understand and be happy for him. But he
feared that they would look at him diffrently anyway. It was everyone's dream
to be a creature's mate. Draco, himself, had dreamt of it countless times. And
he couldn't help but be afraid that Pansy and even Blaise would throw
themselves at him in an attempt to prove him that they were meant to be. He
would already have to deal with the entire school and he really didn't need his
friends bothering him with these mate stories. He didn't want any of them to be
his mate. He loved them but only as friends and he was not sure he would be
comfortable with one of them being his mate.
 
That was why he much prefered to keep his distance for now. That was why he was
in one of the Hogwarts Express's compartments on his own. He had asked his
mother to put a scent-blocking charm around his compartment before she left and
she had happily done so. She and his father had insisted on accompanying to his
compartment, just to make sure he got there safely. They had been as reluctant
as him about his going back to school but they had had no choice but to let him
go.
 
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt fresh air rush into his
compartment. He looked up to see the door open and Blaise and Pansy standing
there.
 
“Draco, here you-”
 
“Holy mother of Merlin.” Blaise swore, cutting Pansy off.
 
“Please, close the door.” He said, looking at them pleadingly. He couldn't risk
the other students smelling him.
 
Pansy obliged at once and pushed Blaise inside before closing the door. Draco
breathed a sigh a relief when he heard the door click shut.
 
“Why didn't you tell us?” Pansy asked softly as she took a seat beside him.
 
Draco merely shrugged. He honestly didn't know how to answer that. His motives
seemed rather stupid now that Pansy and Blaise were in front of me. He could
see the concern in their eyes. There was nothing but concern there. He had been
a fool for thinking that either Blaise or Pansy would have been capable of
throwing themselves at him and act like stupid mudbloods.
 
“You were scared, weren't you?” Blaise asked softly.
 
Draco shrugged once again. He felt stupid. “Maybe.” He admitted.
 
Pansy sighed. “You should have told us. We've known each other our entire
lives, Draco. I thought you knew better than to doubt us.”
 
“I do. I don't know why I thought you'd do that.” He defended himself.
 
“Besides, you're not really my type.” Pansy half-joked, a smirk on her lips.
 
“You're not mine either.” Blaise said.
 
“What do you mean I'm not your type? Everyone's your type.” Draco told Blaise,
squaring his shoulders. He felt at ease once again. He felt like a weight had
been lifted from his chest.
 
“Got me there, smartass.” Blaise chuckled.
 
“I'm everyone's type anyway.” Draco said, looking straight at Pansy.
 
“Looks like I'm the exception. I'm afraid you don't have the right bits,
darling.” Pansy grimaced as she looked down at his crotch which made Draco
laugh.
 
“So, a Veela then?” Blaise asked casually after a moment. “I didn't see that
coming.”
 
“Me neither. I wish my parents had warned me.”
 
“What are you going to do about the others?” Pansy asked.
 
“I have no idea. Do you really think they are going to, like, jump on me as
soon as I come out?”
 
“Duh.” Pansy replied without thinking.
 
Draco felt his heart skip a beat and a nervous chuckle escape his lips. “I'm
scared.” He mumbled as he looked down at his hands.
 
“As you should be.” Pansy replied. “But we're here.” She put his hand on his
right forearm and it instantly made him feel better.
 
“Really?” He smiled.
 
“Yeah, we're going to kick their asses. None of them perverts will dare come
anywhere near you, right Blaise?”
 
“I am actually making a list right now of all the curses I can use without
getting into too much trouble.” He replied truthfully.
 
Draco couldn't help but smile. Never before had he been so grateful to have
them as his friends. “Thanks.”
 
“That's what friends are for.” Blaise replied.
 
“Anyway,” Pansy said, a smirk on her lips. “I've been dying to know. Which one
are you?”
 
“What are you talking about?” Draco frowned confusedly.
 
Pansy stared at him as though he was the dumbest person on Earth. “Are you
kidding me? What I mean is, are you a dominant or a submisive?” She wriggled
her eyebrows suggestively.
 
Draco opened his mouth to answer but the words got stuck in his throat. “I-” He
cleared his throat and swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. Would
they judge him? Now that he knew what they would be capable of doing for him,
he didn't want to lose them. And he realized just now that he might. What if
they judged him for being a submissive? Sure, he wasn't sure yet but he had
strong suspicions. What if they decided that he was unworthy of their
friendship because he was nothing but a weak-minded submissive? But he couldn't
lie to them, could he?
 
“Well, we don't really know yet but mother said I might be a submissive.”
 
“Ha! Knew it. Hand the money over, Blaise.” Pansy shrieked with joy.
 
“Wait, did you bet on me?” Draco asked, his eyebrows shooting up to his
hairline as Blaise handed the money over to Pansy.
 
“Of course we did, Draco. I won.” Pansy smirked.
 
Draco couldn't believe his own ears. He didn't even understand how they had
been able to place a bet on his creature inheritance when even Draco himself
hadn't known about it.
 
“When did you do that?” Draco asked.
 
“We were like twelve. Remember that DADA class about creature inheritances?
Well, Blaise and I were pretty sure you had some kind of creature blood inside
of you but we couldn't decide whether you were dominant or submissive. So we
decided to bet. Blaise bet on dominant and I on submissive.” Pansy explained,
shrugging carelessly.
 
“I trusted you, mate.” Blaise complained.
 
“Sorry?”
 
Draco didn't really know what else to say, he didn't even know what to feel. He
wanted to feel betrayed. He should feel betrayed but he couldn't help but be
relieved. They seemed to be okay with him being a submissive. They hadn't
thrown a fit or glared at him or thrown him out of the compartment which, in
Draco's opinion, was a good thing.
 
Draco awkwardly cleared his throat. “How were your holidays?” He asked. He
really needed to talk about something that was not his inheritance and that was
the first thing that had crossed his mind.
 
“Well, you haven't replied to any of our letters so we have a lot to talk
about.” Pansy said cheerfully.
 
“Have you even read them?” Blaise asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
 
“Of course I did! I read every single one of them.”
 
“Good.” Pansy said and Draco noticed the way Blaise's shoulders dropped in
relief.
 
“Well, I spent my summer at Theo's.” Blaise started.
 
“Why weren't you with your mother?” Draco asked. Blaise hadn't mentioned being
at Theo's in any of his letters.
 
“She got herself a new husband and they decided to go on a little trip
together. They spent the summer in America and I'm really not a fan of
Americans. Theo kindly offered me to spend the summer with him.”
 
“Aren't you forgetting something?” Pansy asked Blaise, smirking slyly.
 
“I'm getting there. So, we spent the summer together and we fooled around a bit
and it looks like I got myself a new boyfriend.”
 
“What? You didn't mention that in any of your letters!” Draco cried out. He
couldn't believe Blaise had kept such a thing from him.
 
“I'm sorry. I was too busy worrying about my bestfriend not returning any of
them.” Blaise said, not sounding sorry at all.
 
“Well, my summer was boring.” Pansy said, preventing Draco from apologizing
once again. “I had to spend most of my time with my parents and Daphne and
Milicent were... not helpful. Do not ignore me during the summer ever again.”
She told Draco. “And you, do not leave me alone to spend your summer with your
boyfriend ever again. Am I understood?”
 
Draco and Blaise nodded their heads but that was not enough for Pansy.
 
“Am I understood, boys?” She repeated a little louder.
 
“Yes.” Both Draco and Blaise replied at the same time. Pansy could be scary
when she wanted to. She stangely reminded Draco of her mother when she got mad.
The Pankinsons were not women to be messed with.
 
They felt the train slow down before they could talk any more. Draco felt his
heart pick up pace when he realized that he would have to get out of their
compartment now that they had reached Hogwarts. He would have to get out and
face the others. He knew the moment he stepped out he would have to protect
himself from their unwanted attention and he was not sure he was ready for
that.
 
“We're here.” Pansy told him as they stood up. “We won't let them bother you.”
 
 
 
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm so sorry for the delay. I started writing this chapter back in
     September but then it completely slipped my mind. I wrote most of it
     today. I hope you enjoy it. If you guys are still interested in this
     story, I'll try to update it as soon as possible, if not, I won't
     update anymore. Make sure to comment and tell me what I should do.
 
 
 
The sun was setting, creating gloomy shadows over the castle and the lake.
Draco could see it all from where he was laying in the shadow of a tree, not
far from the lake. Pansy and Blaise were by his side, determined to shield him
from the other students. October was coming to an end and in the time they had
been back at Hogwarts, his friends had not once left Draco's side, preventing
all of those horny teenagers from making unwanted advances on him. It had been
almost two months and only once had Draco had to suffer through someone trying
to get into his pants.
 
It had been a week only after their return to Hogwarts. Draco had been running
late to his Arithmancy lesson. Neither Blaise nor Pansy were attending this
course and so he had had to go there on his own. He had rounded a corner and
had collided with a hard chest. Arms had caught him before he could fall to the
floor but they had not let go. Draco had screamed for the man to let him go in
vain. He had ended up naked from the waist down before someone came running to
his aid. Never before had he been so glad to see Professor McGonagall. She had
dressed him back up and led him straight to the Hospital Wing. Draco had been
so shocked that he had not said a single word. Only three days later had he
learned his agressor's identity; Justin Finch-Fletchley, a freaking Hufflepuff.
 
After that occurance, Blaise and Pansy had vowed to never let him out of their
sight. They accompanied him to his classes and came to get him once they were
over. He was not allowed to roam the castle without either of them with him.
Draco couldn't complain, he loved spending time with his friends, besides, he
would do anything to not have to suffer through another assault.
 
“Come on, we are going to be late for dinner.” Pansy said as she stood up.
 
Draco ignored her for a second, still staring at the sun sinking behind the
horizon. He loved watching the sun set and its last rays reflect on the
undisturbed surface of the lake. He loved the way the sky turned from blue to a
pinkish red, then to a bluish purple before the night crept in. He wished he
could stay here until the sun disappeared completely, unfortunately they
couldn't be late for dinner tonight. Tonight was the night the students from
Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were set to arrive.
 
Hogwarts was the school which would be hosting the infamous Triwizard
Tournament this year. Draco wasn't planning on participating. He didn't want to
bring any more attention to himself and the tournament would only do that. He
wanted to remain unnoticed, which was a complete failure thus far. He didn't
hate attention per se, he merely hated the kind of attention he was getting.
People were constantly staring at him like he was the most appealing piece of
meat they had ever had the chance to come across. People stared at him because
they wanted to bed him. They only saw him as an object to use for their sexual
pleasure. He was nothing but a submissive in their eyes and he hated that. It
made him long for the safety of his home. The worst part was the constant
whispering and cat-calling which occurred wherever he went. The only time he
was truly at peace was during Severus's classes. No one dared to taunt him
then. Even in his dorm, he got humiliating comments from Crabbe and Goyle.
 
“Draco, come on.” Pansy said, pulling him out of his thoughts.
 
He quickly got up and followed his two friends. They took their time walking up
to the castle while they saw some first years hurrying and running to the Great
Hall. They still managed to arrive with a few minutes to spare. Most of the
students, as well the teachers, were already there, and they all turned their
heads when Draco, Pansy and Blaise came in. Draco knew they were staring at
him, they always were. He bowed his head and decided to ignore them. It was the
best course of action. He had learned the hard way that if he stared back at
anyone, they would take it as an invitation and make their way toward him.
Blaise and Pansy would step in and it would not end well. He felt his friends
glare at anyone they caught staring. They had been doing so for nearly two
months and didn't seem willing to stop, which Draco was extremely grateful for.
 
Draco sighed in relief when he reached the Slytherin table. He sat down among
the other fifth years with Blaise on his right and Pansy on his left. He had
purposefully sat as far away from Crabbe and Goyle as possible, he was not in
the mood to put up with their derogatory remarks. Daphne was facing him and
offered him a friendly smile, which he returned. She and Theo had been the only
ones, apart from Blaise and Pansy, to remain friendly with him and to see him
as a friend only. His circle of friends, or acquaintances at least, was nothing
compared to what it had been last year. He only had Blaise, Pansy, Daphne and
Theo left, which he didn't mind. His creature inheritance had made him realize
that he would rather have a few friends who would stand by him no matter what
than a whole lot of people unworthy of his respect surrounding him.
 
He looked around at the decorations he had discovered this morning when he had
arrived for breakfast. The Great Hall had been decorated for the event.
Enormous silk banners hung from the walls, each representing a Hogwarts house:
green with a silver serpent for Slytherin, yellow with a black badger for
Hufflepuff, blue with a bronze eagle for Ravenclaw and red with a gold lion for
Gryffindor. Behind the teachers' table, the largest banner of all bore the
Hogwarts coat of arms: snake, badger, eagle and lion united around a large
letter H. The ceiling was flooding them all in fall sunlight, which made Draco
desperately want to run back to the lake and watch the setting sun once again.
 
“How do you reckon the other students are going to arrive?” Daphne asked all of
a sudden.
 
“Well, I heard Professor Snape talking to Professor Dumbledore two days ago, I
don't know about the Durmstrang students but apparently the Beauxbatons
students are to arrive in a flying carriage, pulled by winged horses.” Blaise
replied.
 
“I know someone who is attending Beauxbatons and from what he told me, they
only use the carriage for very important events. Do you really think they would
have used it to come here?” Theo asked.
 
“Of course. It's the Triwizard Tournament we're talking about, Theo.” Pansy
replied, probably more harshly than she intended to.
 
“From what I've heard, Igor Karkaroff, the Headmaster of Durmstrang, is a good
friend of Professor Snape's.” Daphne said.
 
“He is.” Draco replied quietly.
 
Pansy opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the large double
doors of the Great Hall bursting open and Filch running in. He ran up to
Dumbledore and whispered something Draco was too far away to hear. He caught
Severus staring at him from the teachers' table, his eyes shining wih concern.
Draco smiled warmly to reassure him. He knew what his godfather was worried
about, Draco himself had been worried about it ever since Professor Dumbledore
announced that Hogwarts would be hosting the Triwizard Tournament. More
students would be coming to Hogwarts, probably older students, and so it meant
that there would be more students who would take an interest in Draco. Draco
wouldn't be safe. They didn't know how the students from Beauxbatons and
Durmstrang would react to Draco being a submissive creature. The mere thought
of suffering through other assaults made Draco want to run home and hide under
his bed.
 
Dumbledore cleared his throat, which prevented Draco from letting his thought
submerge him and having a complete meltdown. He took a deep breath, only then
did he notice that Filch wasn't here anymore and that the double doors were
closed once again.
 
Dumbledore got up from his chair and put on his brightest smile. “Please,
welcome the delegation from Beauxbatons.” He announced.
 
The double doors burst open once again, however, it was not Filch who came in
this time. A boy in pale blue robes walked in, Draco doubted he was even old
enough to be a first year. He was holding a banner which bore a coat of arms:
two crossed, golden wands, each emitting three stars. Draco recognized it as
the Beauxbatons coat of arms. The boy was immediately followed by the tallest
woman Draco had ever seen in his life. He had been too focused on the boy to
see her come in and so he had to wonder whether she had had to bow her head to
pass the threshold. He heard some Gryffindors and some Ravenclaws gasp, which
qualified as disrespectful in Draco's opinion. She had a well-defined, olive-
skinned face and large black eyes. Her hair was drawn back in a shining knob at
the base of her neck. She was dressed from head to foot in black satin and
mangificent opals gleamed at her throat and on her long fingers.
 
Dumbledore started to clap, the other professors and the students did too, and
only then did the woman's face relax into a gracious smile. She extended her
right hand once she reached Dumbledore, who was now standing in front of the
teachers' table. Dumbledore, who Draco considered as relatively tall, didn't
even have to bend to kiss it, that was how tall the woman was.
 
“My dear Madame Maxime, welcome to Hogwarts.” Dumbledore said, the smile never
leaving his lips.
 
“Dumbledore. I hope I find you well?” She said in a deep voice. She had a heavy
french accent and Draco vaguely remembered his mother telling him that
Beauxbatons was situated somwhere in the Pyrenees, in France.
 
“In excellent form, thank you.” Dumbledore replied.
 
“My pupils.” Madame Maxime introduced them quickly, waving one of her enormous
hands, gesturing for them to come closer.
 
Draco's attention had been so focused on Madame Maxime and her interaction with
Dumbledore that he hadn't even noticed the students coming in after her. There
were a dozen of boys and girls, mostly in their late teens, standing right
behind her. Their robes seemed to be made of very fine silk which made Draco
slightly envious.
 
“Has Karkaroff arrived yet?” Madame Maxime asked Dumbledore. Draco could have
sworn he heard some animosity in her voice.
 
“He should be here any moment.” Dumbledore replied swiftly. “May I offer your
students to seat at one of the tables with the other students to enjoy the meal
while you join us at our table?”
 
“Yes, yes, of course.” Madame Maxime replied and Dumbledore escorted her to sit
next to Hagrid at the teachers' table. The French students chose to join the
Ravenclaws who welcomed them warmly.
 
The Great Hall was silent for a few minutes before Filch came running in once
again, only for Dumbledore to stop him right at the doors. He rushed back
outside and Dumbledore spoke up immediately.
 
“Please, welcome the Durmstrang delegation.”
 
The doors burst open once again, only this time, the Headmaster came in first.
Draco recognized him at once, he had seen him often enough at his mother's
yearly Yule parties. Igor Karkaroff was wearing sleek and silver furs which
ressembled his hair greatly.
 
“Dumbledore!” He called heartily as he walked up to him between the Ravenclaw
and Hufflepuff tables. He shook hands with both of his own, his huge grin
revealing his yellow teeth.
 
Draco nearly gasped when the most irresistible smell assaulted his nostrils. He
tore his eyes away from Karkaroff and searched for the source of the smell. He
didn't have to search for long. His eyes fell on a muscular form, wearing a
dark cloak made of some kind of shaggy and matted fur. He had black hair and
the most flawless olive skin Draco had ever seen. He looked old enough for
Draco to be sure that he was a seventh year. The way he stood straight next to
Karkaroff, hautingly staring at Dumbledore made Draco shiver. He oozed
dominance. Draco couldn't look away, he wasn't even aware of the conversation
going on between Dumbledore and Karkaroff anymore.
 
The man's, Draco refused to call him a boy, head jerked toward the Slytherin
table. His emerald green eyes met Draco's silver ones at once and Draco felt
his heart stop and his mouth run dry. He had been caught. He had been caught
staring at a Veela, a dominant Veela, who probably thought Draco was not worthy
of his attention. He would probably get yelled at, maybe even beaten into never
looking at him ever again. But Draco couldn't look away.
 
However, the man smirked. He didn't frown or glare daggers at Draco, he
smirked. Draco felt his heart beat again, faster than ever. He felt like he
would probably start hyperventilating in a few seconds. He felt his cheeks heat
up and the man's smirk widened. Draco nearly choked on his saliva.
 
He felt a sharp elbow jab into his ribs and gasped, tearing his gaze away from
the man. He heard him growl lowly, which made him want to run to him, nestle
into his arms and never leave. He turned his face to look at Pansy, who was
glaring at him. “What are you doing?” She whispered harshly. “Do you want the
whole school to jump you right now?”
 
“N-No. I didn't mean to.” He replied. He hadn't even noticed that his body had
been giving off pheromones or that everyone in the Great Hall was now staring
at him. The only thing he had been aware of was the other Veela.
 
Pansy sighed before shamelessly glaring at the Veela. She seemed to have caught
Draco staring at him. She grabbed a hold of Draco's head and pushed his face
into her neck, effectively blocking the Veela's scent. Draco let himself be
manhandled and took a couple of deep breaths. The smell was typically Pansy, a
mix of rose and lavender. He missed the Veela's scent though. He wanted to be
able to smell it for the rest of his life. He smelled of spicy vanilla, lilies
and something else Draco couldn't associate with any of the smells he knew.
 
Thanks to Pansy's quick thinking, Draco was able to regain full control over
his body. He managed to relax, but still remained hidden in Pansy's neck. He
leaned heavily against her and sighed, letting his body shut down for a second.
He still had trouble understanding what had just happned.
 
“What just happened?” He heard Daphne ask.
 
“One of the Durmstrang students is a Veela.” Blaise replied.
 
“A Dominant Veela.” Pansy added as she ran her hand through Draco's hair
soothingly.
 
Draco heard another growl coming from the Veela. His heart sank at the thought
of the Veela being unhappy with his actions. A whimper nearly escaped his
throat but he managed to swallow it down before it came out.
 
“Ms. Parkinson, Mr. Zabini, could you please escort Mr. Malfoy down to the
dungeons. I reckon he is in need of some rest.” Draco heard Dumbledore say. He
felt Pansy nod her head, he wasn't ready to get up just yet though. “Don't
fret, Mr. Potter. The dungeons are merely the place where the Slytherins sleep
at night. I am most certainly not telling them to lock Mr. Malfoy away.”
Dumbledore added when the Veela let out another growl.
 
“Come on, Draco.” Pansy said softly.
 
She helped him up from bench and toward the double doors, Blaise following
right behind them. As they reached the doors, Draco took a look back at the
Veela, who was still staring at him. His smirk had disappear and his eyes shone
with something Draco didn't have time to recognize. His gaze was so intense
that Draco stumbled a few times.
 
He breathed a sigh of relief when the double doors closed behind them, blocking
the Veela's scent. He was relieved but a tiny part of him wanted to run back in
and remain by the Veela's side. They silently walked down to the dungeons.
Draco felt drained of all energy. He wanted nothing more than to go to bed and
never wake up, not before the Veela had gone back to Durmstrang at least. Only
then did Draco realize that he would have to put up with him and his scent for
the entirety of the school year.
 
“Are you okay?” Blaise asked once they were standing in the middle of their
common room.
 
“I am. You can go back to the feast, if you want. I'm just going to head to
bed.” Draco replied before heading to his room, which he shared with the other
fifth-year boys.
 
He didn't wait for a reply from either Blaise or Pansy. Blaise didn't follow
him in though, so he assumed they had gone back to the feast. He quickly
changed for the night and crawled into bed. He tried to fall asleep, in vain.
He was too exhausted to get back up but he was not exhausted enough to fall
asleep. He stared at the ceiling, even though he could not see it in the
darkness of the room. He focused on the noise of the lake water lapping against
the windows but it did nothing to appease him. His mind wandered to the Veela.
He wondered if he was having fun right now, at which table he had sat down to
eat, with whom he was talking, if he was getting to know people from Hogwarts,
if he was talking to one of those beautiful girls from Beauxbatons, maybe one
of the boys. Draco wondered if he was thinking about him as well.
 
Draco didn't know how much time he spent staring into the darkness, letting his
mind wander freely, but he never heard the others come back from the feast.
 
 
 
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Well, this chapter wrote itself. I'm not sure if I'm happy with it
     yet but I figured I could post it now. I tried to change a few things
     here and there to make it better but my brain refused to cooperate,
     so I guess that's the best version I can get. No need to make you
     guys wait longer.
     Also, I want to think you guys for all your kind comments. It was
     really sweet. Thank you very much.
     Anyway, I hope you like it. xx
 
 
 
Draco felt cold. He had a hard time determining whether he was awake or still
dreaming. The only thing he was sure of was that he was cold, really cold, and
he could not warm up. He couldn't see anything either. He was laying in
darkness. He curled in on himself to try and get some warmth, in vain. He was
so cold that he doubted that his blood was still running.
 
He heard his name being called a couple of times. He vaguely recognized it as
being Blaise's voice but he was too focused on the coldness to be sure. He
wanted to reply, but his mouth refused to cooperate. He was getting frustrated,
angry at his own body. He was pretty sure that he was dreaming now, his body
would have complied otherwise. He tried to think about something other than the
coldness, he hoped his mind would get the message and that his surroundings
would change. It was his dream, it was his mind, he should be able to control
it.
 
“Draco.” He heard Blaise call once again, but he couldn't open his mouth.
 
He tossing and turning. He could move his limbs, as far as he knew. However, he
couldn't get his mouth to open. He tried to reach for something, he needed
something to hold onto, maybe he would regain control over his mouth then.
 
“Draco.” He heard again. “Draco.”
 
Blaise kept calling, until it wasn't Blaise anymore. The voice changed. It
happened gradually. The voice became rougher, deeper. He couldn't recognize it
anymore. He had never heard it before but it made his heart pick up pace. It
made his heart ache. He longed to hear the voice again.
 
“Draco.” He heard the voice again and it made him dizzy.
 
The voice called for him again but it had become a growl. It was a good kind of
growl. It made Draco's hairs rise and his heart skip a beat. He felt it echo in
his whole body. It made him feel good and warm. Another growl came. Draco felt
it bounce against his skin and he felt the cold creep in once again. He nearly
let out a sob. The growl was harsh, cold and threatening. He didn't feel safe
anymore. He wanted nothing more than to get away from it. Another growl. He
needed it to stop. He needed someone to make it stop. He felt pain explode in
his head and go straight down to his heart. It felt like someone had grabbed
both his brain and his heart and crushed them in the palm of their hand. He
screamed as the pain increased. He felt like he was dying. His mouth complied
now, and the most high-pitched scream he had ever heard left his lips. It hurt
his own ears. Pain, that was all his world had come down to. He wanted to beg
for someone to make it stop but the only thing he managed to do was scream and
curl in on himself.
 
“Draco!” He heard someone yell. It made the pain stop at once and his eyes flew
open. He was almost blinded by the light, and it took two whole minutes for his
eyes to get used to it. He realized that he was laying in his bed, in the
dungeons. He let out a sigh of relief. He tried to calm his racing heart but it
was a failure. Then, he was aware of someone standing before him. He forced his
eyes to focus on them and recognized Blaise.
 
“Are you okay?” Blaise asked, his face was hard with worry.
 
“I guess.” He panted. “What happened?”
 
Blaise sighed, his shoulders falling in relief. “I don't know. I tried to wake
you up and then you started screaming. You scared me.”
 
“Was there someone with you?” Draco asked, remembering the other voice he had
heard in his dream.
 
“No, just me. The others have already gone up to breakfast. Why?” Blaise
frowned in confusion.
 
“Just wondering.” Draco mumbled.
 
He knew that he hadn't dreamed Blaise's voice now. But it didn't explain why
his voice had turned into someone else's. He wanted to understand but his head
hurt too much for him to concentrate. He realized that he was still cold when
he felt a shiver run up his spine. He curled up under his bedsheets.
 
“Maybe you should just stay in bed today. You don't look so good.” Blaise said.
 
Draco sighed. As much as he wanted to do so, he hated skipping classes. He knew
fairly well that he would grow bored after a couple of hours spent on his own.
Besides, he didn't want to appear weak. What would the Veela think if he spent
his day in bed? Draco shook his head. He couldn't think like that.
 
He pushed the bedsheets away from himself. “I'm fine.” He told Blaise.
 
He regretted his decision almost as soon as he took it. The cold from the room
assaulted him and he nearly fainted. He ran to the bathroom before Blaise could
say anything or before he could freeze to death. He took the hottest shower he
had ever taken in his life and sighed in relief when the feeling of never-
ending coldness fled his body.
 
He cursed when he realized that he had forgotten his clothes in his room. He
wrapped the towel around himself. It was big enough to cover him from shoulders
to knees which he was glad for. He tiptoed out of the bathroom, only to see
Blaise sitting on his bed, seemingly waiting for him.
 
“You can go have breakfast with the others, you know. I'll be fine.” Draco told
him as he rummaged through the chest of drawers for some underwear, clutching
his towel with his left hand. The last thing he wanted was for it to fall and
reveal his naked body to Blaise. Blaise had seen him naked before but ever
since he had come into his inheritance, Draco didn't feel comfortable with
anyone seeing his body. The mere idea made him itch and want to crawl into bed.
 
Blaise laughed humorlessly. “Yeah, sure. You remember as well as I do what
happened the last time Pansy or I let you go somewhere on your own.”
 
Draco nearly choked at the reminder. “I'll be ready in a minute.” He mumbled
before running back to the bathroom, his clothes in hand.
 
He dressed quickly, checking his robes twice to make sure they were well-
buttonned. He wanted to avoid making a fool of himself because his haste at all
costs. He dried his hair as fast as he could. He didn't have time to style it
properly, or else he would make Blaise miss breakfast and he didn't want that.
 
“Come on, we're going to be late.” He told Blaise as he exited the bathroom.
 
Blaise's eyebrows shot up to his hairline when he caught sight of Draco. “Your
hair.” He merely said.
 
“My hair's fine.” Draco sighed.
 
Blaise didn't say anything else and Draco was happy to remain silent. He wished
today's classes would pass by quickly so that he could go back to the warmth of
his bed. The Great Hall was still full when they arrived, though he saw some
Ravenclaws leave their table and head to their classes already. He let out a
sigh of relief when the Veela's scent didn't assault his senses as soon as he
entered the room. He was glad that he wouldn't have to suffer through breakfast
with his scent but he was also well aware of the pang of disappointment in his
chest.
 
As he and Blaise walked to their table, Draco noticed the Goblet of Fire in
front of the teachers' table. “Are you planning on putting your name in?” He
asked.
 
“I can't. There's a new rule, the students have to be at least seventeen to
enter.” Blaise explained.
 
“Oh. Why?” Draco frowned. He hadn't realized that he had missed so much last
night.
 
“Apparently, the Ministry finally realized that the tournament was dangerous
and, to keep us safe, they decided that only the ones who were of age could
enter.”
 
“That's stupid.” Draco said as he sat down at the table.
 
“What's stupid?” Pansy asked, looking away from Milicent with whom she had been
having a rather animated conversation.
 
“The age limit.” Blaise sighed.
 
Draco tuned them out as they started bickering about the pros and the cons of
the new rules. He looked at all the food displayed on the table and at his
empty plate. He wasn't hungry, he was pretty sure that he would throw back up
anything he tried to eat. His mind was still filled with the events of the
previous day and it made his stomach twist and turn. He sighed, got a glass of
pumpkin juice and filled his plate with scrambled eggs.
 
The others' voices were nothing more than a buzzing sound in his ears. He began
playing with his food, glad that neither Pansy nor Blaise were paying any
attention to him. They would have probably forced him to eat two full plates,
that was how much they worried about him.
 
He let his mind wander. He thought about the tournament and tried to determine
who the Hogwarts champion would be. The seventh-year Gryffindors would probably
all put their name in the goblet, that much he was sure of. Draco didn't want
their champion to be a Gryffindor though. Gryffindors always rushed head first
into things and didn't think twice about the consequences. Gryffindors were
stupid. He knew that they would not be the winning school if they had a
Gryffindor as their champion. He really had no idea who would try to enter the
tournament in the other houses, not even his own, nor did he particularly care.
His friends would not participate and so they would be safe, that was all that
mattered to him.
 
He wondered who the Durmstrang champion would be. He wondered if the Veela
would enter. He assumed that he would, given that he had come here. He wouldn't
have come otherwise, right? If he entered, he would win. Draco was sure of
that. At least he hoped he would win. He refused to think about what would
happen if he didn't win, and yet, his mind filled with images of the Veela
dying in at least seventy different ways.
 
He shook his head, trying desperately to get rid of those thoughts. They made
him dizzy once again. He took a deep breath, only for it to get stuck in his
throat. He had taken a lungful of that heavenly scent again. He let his fork
clatter against his table and tensed. Draco thanked Merlin that he was facing
away from the door and that he wouldn't have to actually see him. He looked up
at Pansy, who was sitting in front of him. She was already glaring at something
in the distance. Her face was devoid of any emotion, which made Draco shiver
slightly. She could be scary when she wanted to and apparently, she wanted the
Veela to think of her as the scariest woman he had ever met. He was aware of a
pair of eyes staring at the back of his head. He could have bet all the money
he possessed on the fact that it was actually the Veela who was staring at him.
He gulped. His throat was dry, it felt like sand paper.
 
He nearly choked when he felt a warm presence behind his back. It flooded his
whole body and his muscles relaxed at once. Pansy was burning with suppressed
anger. If looks could kill, Draco was pretty sure that the Veela would have
dropped dead right then and there.
 
“You should eat.” A deep voice whispered in his right ear.
 
Draco felt his breath ghost against the shell of his ear and nearly fainted. He
felt the tip of his fingers rest on the small of his back in a reassuring
manner. Shivers ran up Draco's spine. He never wanted that hand to leave.
 
“Promise me you'll eat.” He whispered again. Draco could only nod, he didn't
trust his voice at the moment.
 
“What do you think you're doing?” Pansy whispered harshly, still glaring
daggers at the Veela, but she was ignored completely.
 
“Good.” Draco could almost hear the smile in his voice.
 
The presence was gone as fast as it came and Draco felt like he couldn't
breathe anymore. He needed his warmth back.
 
“Who does he think he is?” Pansy fumed to herself. “What did he even say to
you?” She asked him but he chose not to answer.
 
“You don't need to know that, Pans.” Blaise defended him.
 
“But-”
 
“He just talked to him. He didn't even grop him or anything. Loosen up.” Blaise
said.
 
Only then did Draco realize that he had already heard the Veela's voice. It was
the same voice as the one he had heard in his dream, the one which had turned
into a growl, the one which had ended up hurting him. He felt his eyes fill up
with tears and looked down at his lap to hide it from his friends. He didn't
understand why he was crying. It had been nothing but a dream. It didn't mean
anything, did it?
 
He wondered ho he had been able to hear his voice in his dream. He had never
heard it before now and he knew his brain wasn't developped enough to imagine
someone's voice, only for it to be their real voice. The whole situation was
confusing him. He looked to left as discreetly as possible, trying to catch a
glimpse of the Veela. He found him sitting at the end of the table, among the
senventh-year Slytherins and the other students from Durmstrang. He was
laughing at something one of his friends said. It made Draco blush in jealousy.
He wanted him to laugh like at something he said. He wanted to be the one who
made him laugh so freely.
 
“Are you done?” Blaise asked him, forcing Draco to look away from the Veela.
 
“Uh, yeah. Just-” He shoved three forks of scrambled eggs in his mouth and
stood up from the bench.
 
He took one last glance at the Veela, only to find him already staring at him.
He sent a pleased smile, which made Draco blush from head to toe. He turned
around quickly and followed his friends to their first class of the day, which
was Transfiguration.
 
“You could have said no, you know, if you were still hungry.” Blaise told him
as they walked.
 
“I was done.”
 
Their two-hour-long Transfiguration class passed by rather quickly. Draco spent
the lesson thinking about what had happened in the Great Hall. He couldn't get
the feeling of the Veela's hand on his back out of his mind. He wanted to feel
it again. He wanted it to be the last thing he ever felt. Professor McGonogall
had to call his name a few times to get him to concentrate on the lesson but
she gave up after the fifth time.
 
After their Transfiguration lesson, Draco had a free period. Blaise offered to
skip his class to spend it with him. Draco refused at first, but eventually
caved in when he realized that his friend wasn't taking no for an answer. They
went back to the Great Hall where a tiny crowd was gathered around the goblet
of fire.
 
“Do you think we'll get to see someone put their name inside?” Blaise asked,
his eyes shining with excitement.
 
Draco chuckled. “I guess we'll just have to wait and see.”
 
Draco would have preffered to spend his free period in the library but when
Blaise had asked him if he minded going back to the Great Hall, Draco had said
no. He hadn't had the heart to. It would probably be Blaise's only chance to
see someone put their name in the goblet. The participants of tournament would
be chosen during the feast tonight. And it was their only free period of the
day.
 
Draco went straight to the Slytherin table, which was completely unoccupied. He
sat down at the far end of the table, the closest to the goblet. Blaise sat
down beside him, his eyes glued to the goblet. Draco rolled his eyes at his
friend's antics, he really hoped someone would come in to put their name in it
or else Draco would never hear the end of it. Blaise would whine about his bad
luck for months. He took his Potions book out of his bag and began studying for
today's lesson. Potions would be their last class of the day but it was Draco's
favorite subject. He loved studying Potions, even in his free time.
 
Draco got to read the entirety of today's lesson without anyone coming in. He
was getting started on tomorrow's lesson when someone finally entered the Great
Hall. He looked up, only to see a seventh-year Hufflepuff with a thin smile on
his lips. Draco went back to his book as he heard Blaise cheer quietly.
 
“Hey Draco.” He heard a few seconds later. He looked up and the Hufflepuff was
there, leaning over the Slytherin table to get closer to Draco.
 
“Mh?”
“Would you accept to go on a date with me if I put my name in the goblet?” He
winked at Draco, who nearly gagged.
 
“Are you serious right now?” Blaise said, glaring daggers at the Hufflepuff.
“Leave before I make you.”
 
“I d-”
 
“Don't make me reach for my wand.” Blaise cut him off.
 
“Thanks.” Draco whispered to Blaise once the Hufflepuff had left, without even
putting his name in the goblet. “That's the third time he asked me out.”
 
“Well, actually, it's the fourth time. He gave me a bouquet of flowers a couple
of weeks ago, which I was supposed to give you but burned instead. So, yeah,
fourth time.”
 
Draco laughed. “Do I even want to know what kind of flower it was?”
 
“It was red roses. How cliché. I mean, come on, if you want to ask someone out
at least try to know what their favorite flowers are.” Blaise nearly shouted,
he seemed beyond frustrated. It made Draco laugh harder.
 
“What are my favorite flowers?”
 
Blaise looked at him as though he had asked the most stupid question ever. “Who
do you take me for? Don't you think I know what my best-friend's favorite
flowers are?”
 
“Are trying to avoid the question, Mr. Zabini?”
 
Blaise rolled his eyes. “Lilies and orchids. You've never been able to pick
one.”
 
Draco laughed again. “How do you even- I underestimated you.”
 
“Yes, you did.” Blaise agreed. “Now tell me that I'm the best and that you love
me with all your heart and I might fogive you.”
 
Draco rolled his eyes at Blaise's antics. “You're the best, Blaise, and I love
you more than anyone. Just don't tell Pansy.” Draco joked.
 
“I'm not going to tell her. I'm going to shout it into her ear until she's
deaf.”
 
Draco burst into laughter at the seriousness with which Blaise said it. His
laugh died in his throat when he smelled that heavenly scent again. He looked
toward the entrance and he was here, walking confidently toward the goblet of
fire, Viktor Krum by his side. Draco couldn't help but stare. He stared at him,
from his shiny black shoes up to his messy black hair. He wanted to run his
hands through it. They seemed to be extremely soft and Draco wanted to feel it
for himself. His brain was screaming for him to do something to get the Veela's
attention. He needed to act before someone took him away from him.
 
The Veela didn't even glance at Draco as he passed by his table. Draco's heart
stuttered at that. He wanted the Veela to look at him, even for a second. Draco
wanted to cough, maybe even trip him, just so that he would give him his
undivided attention for the briefest moment. The only one that deigned to
glance at Draco was Krum. He looked at Draco intently, his eyes piercing holes
right through his skull.
 
They reached the goblet and Krum finally looked away from him, focusing on the
goblet. They passed the age line with ease. The Veela was at least seventeen
then, Draco had been right. He felt stupid now. He would never chose an
underage foreigner as his mate. The mere thought made Draco's heart stop. He
had never had a chance to begin with.
 
Draco heard Krum count in Bulgarian. He knew enough of that language to
understand that he was counting to three. When he reached three, they put a
little piece of paper in the fire. People around them clapped, Draco didn't
dare join in but Blaise did.
 
He heard Krum say something to the Veela in Bulgarian but he couldn't
understand what it meant. All he understood was that it was about him, given
that Krum was staring at him again. The Veela turned around and his emerald
green eyes met Draco's. They were the most beautiful eyes Draco had ever gotten
to see. A soft smile appeared on the Veela's face and Draco felt his face heat
up.
 
 “да.“ The Veela replied, nodding slightly. He took a couple of steps to get
closer Draco, who felt his heart beat madly in his chest. “Hi.” He told him,
still smiling as he put both of his hands flat on the table. He had strong
hands, Draco could see his veins. He wished the Veela was wearing short sleeves
just so that he could see those veins run up his arms.
 
“H-Hi.” Draco mumbled. He felt Blaise wrap an arm around his shoulders in a
protective manner, which earned him a deadly glare from the Veela. Draco
blushed in embarrassement.
 
“I like it when you blush.” The Veela told him, his face softening back into a
smile. He had a heavy Bulgarian accent, which Draco had been too dazed to
notice at breakfast. It made his voice sound deeper and Draco nearly swooned.
 
He chuckled awkwardly as what the Veela had said finally sank in. He covered
his cheeks with his hands. “I don't blush.” He mumbled under his breath.
 
“Don't hide it. It makes you prettier.”
 
It only made Draco blush harder. He wanted the floor to swallow him up. He
burrowed deeper into Blaise's arms, hiding his flaming cheeks.
 
“Stop torturing the kid.” He heard Krum laugh.
 
The Veela chuckled. “Don't forget to eat at lunch.” He told Draco before
following Krum out of the Great Hall.
 
Draco whined pitifully and let himself fall completely into Blaise's arms. It
had been too much at once for his poor heart. He hid his face into Blaise's
chest as he felt the others' eyes on him. They started whispering among
themselves.
 
“You're going to be the death of me.” Blaise sighed, tightening his arms around
Draco. “If I have to glare at one more person, my eyes are going to fall off.”
He joked lightly.
 
 
 
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
 
 
 
 
The rest of the morning passed in a blur for Draco. It was lunch time before he
knew it. He had expected to see the Veela again then but he had been unable to
find him. He had looked around the Great Hall until Pansy had caught him and
asked what he was looking for. Draco had given up then. He had made sure to eat
though. Even though the Veela hadn't been there to check up on him, Draco had
felt like he would be betraying his trust if he didn't eat, which was quite
preposterous in Draco's opinion. He barely knew the Veela and he was quite sure
that he hadn't even earned his trust yet.
 
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't concentrate on his afternoon classes,
which earned him a couple of gentle scoldings from Professor Snape. His mind
kept wandering back to the Veela and to the fact that he had put his name in
the Goblet. It wasn't particularly surprising given the fact that he had come
all the way from Bulgaria just to participate in the tournament but Draco
couldn't help the anxiety knotting his stomach. He was a mess, he tried to
control his emotions but failed miserably throughout the day. He didn't want
the Veela to participate in the tournament. It was dangerous, numerous
participants had died during the competition in the past. The mere thought of
the Veela dying made Draco want to curl up in bed and never move again. He
prayed Merlin that his name wouldn't come out of the Goblet during the feast
tonight. The Veela would probably be disappointed but at least he would be
safe.
 
“Draco.” He looked up, only to see Professor Snape standing right in front of
his desk, staring intently at him. “The class is over.”
 
Draco looked around and the classroom was empty, everyone was gone, except for
him and Severus. Even Pansy and Blaise had left, probably on Severus's order.
“Oh.” Draco merely sighed. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he
hadn't even noticed them leaving.
 
“Are you okay?” Severus asked as he sat on the desk chair next to Draco's.
 
“Yes.” Draco replied way too quickly, staring down at his hands.
 
Severus sighed. “You know you can talk to me, right? I may be your professor
but I'm also your godfather. I'm here for you, you can talk to me if you need.”
 
Draco looked up at his godfather. He had a caring smile on his face and Draco
couldn't help but smile back. He often forgot how caring his godfather actually
was. He had always been willing to sit with Draco and listen to him rant for
hours, no matter how petty his problems could be in an adult's eyes. Draco
remembered one particular time when Severus had listened to him complain for
almost two hours about how his stuffed dragon was being mean and refused to
allow Draco to have another favorite plush. He had been five at the time.
Severus had smiled and swore that he would make sure that his dragon never got
mad at him again.
 
Draco took a deep breath and decided that it wouldn't hurt to talk to his
godfather. He may understand how Draco felt. “Well, it's just that I'm worried
about the tournament.”
 
Severus frowned. “Why would you be? You're not participating.” He paused. “Are
you?” He added as his frown deepened.
 
“No, of course not.” Severus relaxed at once, sighing in relief. “But one of
the Durmstang students put his name in the Goblet, the Veela, and-” He cut
himself off when he caught Severus rolling his eyes. “Don't roll your eyes.” He
whined.
 
“I'm not.” Severus lied.
 
“I'm not talking to you if you're just going to make fun of me.” Draco huffed.
 
Severus pursed his lips, trying hard not to laugh. “I won't, I promise.” Draco
narrowed his eyes, waiting for Severus to burst into laughter, but he didn't.
“So, you care about the Veela then.” He said.
 
“No!” Draco exclaimed, feeling his cheeks heat up. Severus chuckled slightly,
his chuckle quickly turning into a fond smile when Draco continued. “Well,
maybe a little.” He mumbled under his breath.
 
“Draco...” Severus sighed.
 
“I know.” Draco said, not letting his godfather say any more. “But he could get
hurt, or worse, and I don't want him to get hurt.”
 
“I understand how you feel, trust me, I do. Don't you think it's a bit early to
care though?”
 
Draco frowned. “What do you mean?”
 
“What I mean is, you met him yesterday. Do you even know what his name is?”
Severus didn't mean for his words to come out as harsh but it still tore at
Draco's heart. It hurt even more because he knew that Severus was right. “I'm
just worried about you.” Severus added when he saw Draco pale. “I don't want
you to get hurt because your Veela has grown attached to the first Dominant you
saw. What if he doesn't care?”
 
“I-” Draco bit his lower lip to keep it from trembling. He felt a sob build its
way up his throat and his sight blurred with unshed tears. He didn't know why
he was reacting so dramatically but he couldn't help himself. He felt like he
had been stabbed right in the heart. The pain was so strong that Draco felt
like he couldn't breathe.
 
Severus sighed softly when he saw Draco's eyes water. “Come here.” He said,
opening his arms. Draco let himself fall into his godfather's chest and
breathed in his scent. He relaxed when he felt his arms close around him and
tried to forget about the pain.
 
“I'm sorry.” He said into Draco's hair. “I didn't mean to say it like that. I
know how easy it can be to let your Veela take over. I just want you to be
careful. I love you and I want you to be happy. That's all I want. Besides, he
might care about you. You're a wonderful person, he would be a fool not to
care.”
 
Draco pulled away from his godfather's chest and smiled at him. His words made
Draco feel better. He was slightly ashamed of his reaction but he knew Severus
wouldn't judge him. He knew he could be as emotional as he wanted to be around
him.
 
“I'm sorry, I don't know why I reacted like that.” Draco blushed slightly.
 
“At least you didn't actually cry on me. That would have been awful. I would
have ended up crying as well and that would not have been good for my
reputation.” Severus joked lightly. “Just be careful, that's all I'm saying,
okay?” Draco nodded. “Anyway, that Veela's quite the troublemaker but from what
I heard he's the best at DADA and Charms. If he's one of the champions, he's
going to survive.”
 
“Are you sure?” Draco knew it was a stupid thing to ask but he did it anyway.
 
“Of course.” Severus smiled. “Now off you go. Blaise and Pansy are probably
waiting for you and I think we've kept them waiting long enough, don't you?”
 
Draco chuckled. “Yeah.” He quickly gathered his school bag and went to leave
but quickly went back to his godfather and hugged him tight. “Thanks.”
 
It took a couple of seconds for Severus to hug him back but he did it once the
surprise had worn off. “You're welcome.”
 
Draco hurried out of the classroom, not wanting to keep his friends waiting any
longer. “Draco.” Severus called as he reached the door. Draco turned around,
facing his godfather with a slight frown on his face. “He'll be fine.”
 
Draco had to smile at that, a warm feeling spreading in his chest. He made his
way out, however, the corridor was empty and his friends were nowhere in sight.
He wondered where they could have gone. Potions had been their last class of
the day. They usually waited for him and he was quite disappointed that they
hadn't this time. He briefly considered going back to his godfather and asking
him to escort him back to his dorm but eventually decided against it. He would
be fine on his own for a little while, he just had to find Blaise and Pansy.
 
He forced himself to squash down the dread taking over his heart. He had no
reason to panic, he would be fine. He remembered telling both Blaise and Pansy
countless times that he would be fine roaming the castle on his own, but now
that it was the case, he desperately wanted them by his side. Now was the time
to prove them wrong, he didn't need them, he didn't need their protection. He
could defend himself. He took a deep breath and made his way up from the
dungeons. The days were still warm, warm enough for him to do his homework by
the lake. He didn't need his friends there with him. He would go to the lake on
his own and do his homework on his own. He would be fine.
 
He walked as fast as he could, he didn't need to linger in the hallways. They
were filled with people and he felt extremely uncomfortable being around them
without anyone by his side. The memory of Justin trying to have his way with
him was still fresh in his mind and he didn't fancy it happening ever again. He
probably should have gone back to the Common Room, Blaise and Pansy were
probably waiting for him there.
 
He jumped when he heard a booming laughter coming from behind him. He didn't
dare look back, he only walked faster. He would feel better once he was out of
the castle. He had never walked faster in his entire life. He reached the lake
in no time. Luckily, no one was around, he had the lake to himself. He quickly
looked back but nobody had followed him out. He breathed a sigh of relief and
settled against a tree trunk.
 
He pulled his Potions book out and started reading the next day's lesson. It
was a potion he had already made during the summer with his godfather's help,
one he had mastered perfectly. There was no point in reading the whole page but
he did it anyway. He eventually let his mind wander, his eyes fixed on the
page.
 
He thought about the feast and what would happen during it. Even with Severus's
reassuring words in mind, he couldn't help but pray for the Goblet to choose
any Durmstrang student but the Veela. Even the knowledge that he was a skilled
fighter was not comfort enough to Draco. Powerful wizards had died in the
tournament before.
 
“Are you okay?” Draco jumped out of his skin when he heard the voice. He had
been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn't heard anyone approach. He
looked up and his eyes met the green eyes that haunted his thoughts. “I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.” The Veela quickly apologized, his eyes
shining with mirth.
 
“It- It's okay.” Draco mumbled. He felt his cheeks redden alarmingly fast.
 
“I was just worried. You've been staring at your book for at least fifteen
minutes.” The Veela grinned, staring right into Draco's eyes.
 
“Oh...” Draco cleared his throat. “I was just thinking.” Draco's hands
tightened around his book as he felt his heart pick up pace. He wanted to look
away from the Veela but he just couldn't. He was mesmerized by his eyes, he
never wanted to look away from them. He wanted to be able to stare at them for
the rest of his life. They were so green and full of life, it was hard to keep
track of all the emotions passing through them.
 
“I'm Harry, by the way.” The Veela, Harry, said as he sat down next to Draco,
close enough that their thighs nearly touched, but not quite. Even sitting
down, Draco's head barely reached Harry's shoulder. Draco should feel
intimidated but it strangely made him feel safe. It made him feel like Harry
could protect him if need be.
 
“I- I'm... Harry.” Draco cursed inwardly. That was not what he had meant to
say. Harry's eyebrows shot up and his eyes shone with suppressed laughter. “I
mean... I'm Draco. My name is Draco.”
 
Harry chuckled. It was so deep and soothing, Draco could feel it wrap itself
around his soul. He felt like curling into Harry's chest and do anything to
pull that sound out of him again.
 
“I'm very pleased to meet you, Draco.” Harry grinned. “I'm sorry I didn't
introduce myself sooner. I didn't really feel like doing so around your
friends. They don't seem to be very welcoming or nice.”
 
“They are.” Draco defended. “They care about me and they want to protect me
from other people.”
 
“Oh. Well, I'm glad you have them then.” Draco nodded in agreement. “Did they
have to protect you from other people before?”
 
“No, they just try to keep most of them away from me, just to be safe. They
might try to mate with me.” Draco thought he heard a growl come from Harry but
he might have imagined it. It was probably just the wind rushing through the
fallen leaves. “Well, there was this one time though.” Draco felt a shiver run
up his spine at the mere thought. He felt cold all at once, he pulled his knees
up to his chest to warm himself up, trapping his book in between.
 
“What happened?” Harry asked, his voice was gentle but there was a coldness in
his eyes. It made Draco shiver, he wanted it gone.
 
“It doesn't matter.” Draco mumbled. He didn't know why he had said such a
thing. Harry didn't care about what had happened with Justin. He would probably
be disgusted. But Harry's stare made him want to tell him everything and so he
did.
 
The reaction he got from Harry was not the one he expected. He saw Harry's left
hand tighten into a fist and he took a deep breath. “Are you okay?” He merely
asked, his voice was calm and gentle, a contrast to the way his entire body had
tensed.
 
“Yes, it was a few weeks ago. I'm okay now.” Draco nodded in emphasis.
 
“Good. What did you say his name was again?” Harry asked, smiling sweetly at
Draco.
 
“Justin Finch-Fletchley. I never liked him, he's always been weird. You know,
when we were in first year, he always wanted to sit next to me. He said it was
because he thought I was pretty and my parents were rich.” Draco shrugged
carelessly. “Blaise threatened to put a snake in his bed and he never talked to
me again. Well, until that day.” He finished lamely.
 
“Looks like Blaise is very serious about protecting you.” Harry remarked with a
slight smirk.
 
Draco nodded, grinning. “He's the best friend one could ever have. He always
takes care of me.”
 
Harry smiled fondly. “He's done a great job so far. I'll make sure to thank
him.”
 
Draco frowned slightly, genuinely confused. He didn't understand why Harry
would need to thank Blaise. “Why would you do that?”
 
Harry merely smiled. “Do you actually like Potions?” He asked, glancing at
Draco's book.
 
Draco wanted to be mad at Harry for ignoring his question but he couldn't. “Of
course.” He huffed. “Who doesn't?”
 
Harry winced slightly. “I kinda don't.” Draco gasped dramatically and covered
his mouth to faint shock, which made Harry laugh. “Now, let me explain.”
 
“Please, do.” Draco said, he didn't know when he had started to feel
comfortable enough around Harry to react in such a playful manner.
 
“The thing is, my brain has never understood how to make a potion. I've failed
every single time. I've hated that class since day one.”
 
“It's not that hard.” Draco said. “I could teach you.” He offered. Draco knew
he was skilled enough in Potions to help a seventh-year and that way, he and
Harry would get to spend more time together.
 
“I'd love that.” Harry grinned.
 
“What are you doing?” Blaise's voice came out of nowhere, causing Draco to jump
out of his skin.
 
Draco sighed and he reluctantly tore his eyes away from Harry. Blaise was
standing there, in front of them, arms crossed over his chest.
 
“I was doing my homework and then Harry-” Draco started.
 
“I was talking to him.” Blaise's voice dripped with venom. It made Draco
nervous even though he knew that it was directed at him.
 
“Blaise.” Draco sighed. “Be nice. Harry can stay with us until dinner.” He
doubted Blaise was even listening to him. He seemed too busy glaring daggers at
Harry. “If you want to, of course.” Draco added as an afterthought, looking
back at Harry.
 
Harry took a deep breath. “Actually,” he said as he stood up. “there's
something I need to take care of before the feast.” He smiled apologetically at
Draco.
 
“Oh.” The blonde sighed dejectedly.
 
“But save me a seat, okay?” Harry continued.
 
“Sure.” Draco grinned, ignoring Blaise's wide eyes on him.
 
Harry grinned back. “See you at the feast then.” He said as he stood up. “See
you, Blaise.” He added as he made his way past him, a smirk on his face.
 
Draco stared after him as he made his way toward the castle. He knew that he
had a silly smile on his face but he couldn't help himself. His heart was
beating too fast, he still felt giddy from feeling Harry's body so close to
him. He felt like giggling and screaming at the top of his lungs. He still
couldn't believe that Harry had sat so close to him, and that he had actually
talked to him. They had had a real conversation. He wished that Blaise had not
interrupted them though.
 
He was pulled out of his thoughts by Blaise, who was clearing his throat
loudly. “He talked to me.” Draco told Blaise, hiding his grin behind his
Potions book.
 
Blaise sighed and chuckled as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. “You-” He chuckled
once again, shaking his heaad in disbelief. “Don't tell Pansy about all that,
alright? She'd kill him, then you, and then me. And I don't fancy dying so
young.”
 
“Why would she kill us? Harry didn't do anything wrong.”
 
“You know how she is.” Blaise said as he sat next to Draco, right where Harry
had been. “She'd kill him for daring to come anywhere near you, then she'd kill
you for letting him, and then she'd kill me for not being here to look after
you.”
 
“But we just talked. He was really nice.”
 
Blaise smiled. “I'm glad, but be careful.” Draco nodded. “What did you guys
talk about?”
 
Draco didn't hesitate and told Blaise everything. He also wanted to tell him
about the conversation he had had with his godfather but he didn't know if he
was ready yet. Eventually, Blaise asked about that as well and so Draco told
him. Blaise didn't mock him, he merely told him what his godfather had told
him; that if Harry was picked, he would definitely survive.
 
They talked for a while, all they talked about was Harry, which made Draco
quite happy. He realized that he could talk about the older Veela for days on
end and never get tired of it. They talked until it was time for dinner. Draco
longed to see Harry again, perhaps they would be able to talk more during the
feast.
 
The Great Hall was already filled with people. Everyone was talking animatedly.
Draco searched for Harry as he and Blaise made their way to the Slytherin
table. The Durmstrang students were all sitting at the end of the Slytherin
table but Harry was not among them. He had told Draco to save him a seat so
Draco assumed that it meant that he would be late.
 
Blaise took a seat next to Pansy and Draco followed him, sitting next to him.
He made sure to save a seat for Harry. He really wanted the Veela to sit next
him. Even when Daphne came to sit next to him, he asked them to leave an empty
seat between them. He didn't tell her that it was for Harry though.
 
Draco kept staring at the double doors, waiting for Harry to come in. The feast
was about to start and he wasn't here yet, which made him slightly anxious. He
saw Justin enter the Great Hall, he was pale and was limping slightly. His eyes
were glued to the floor and he would have probably ran to the Hufflepuff table
had it not been for his limp. Draco had never seen him in such a state, which
made him frown slightly. Harry came in a few seconds later. His face was dark,
but it lit up as soon as his eyes met Draco's.
 
Draco jumped out of his skin when someone slipped into the seat next to him.
The scent wasn't right though, it was not Harry. He looked up only to see
Goyle's smirking face.
 
“Hi, pretty.” Goyle told him as he sat down.
 
Draco gulped. He didn't want Goyle to sit next to him. That seat was meant for
Harry, and Harry only. He didn't want Goyle to spend the entire feast hitting
on him. He was Harry's. He quickly looked away from him and slid closer to
Blaise. He wanted to ask his bestfriend for help but he was caught up in a
conversation with Theo, he didn't want to bother them. He felt like screaming
when he felt Goyle slide closer to him, his large thigh pressing hard against
Draco's smaller one.
 
He was on the verge of having a panic attack when he heard someone clear their
throat. “I think you're in my seat.”
 
Draco turned around at the same time as Goyle did. Harry was standing right
behind the larger fifth year, glaring daggers at him. Goyle snorted. “Just find
another seat.”
 
Harry's eyes darkened, which made Draco shiver, but not in fear. Harry grabbed
Goyle by the back of his neck and swiftly hauled him up from the bench. “I said
you're in my seat.” He growled loudly.
 
Fear seemed to take over Goyle's body, and he whimpered pitifully. “I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.” He mumbled, not daring to meet the Veela's eyes again.
 
Harry threw Goyle to the floor. “Just find another seat.” He smirked.
 
Goyle quickly stood on shaky legs and ran out of the Great Hall. Only then did
Draco notice that everyone's attention was on them. Even the professors had
stopped talking. They had not stepped in though. They knew not to come between
a Dominant Veela and his prey.
 
“Hi.” Harry smiled brightly once he had slipped onto the bench, sitting
dangerously close to Draco. The younger didn't mind though. He didn't feel
threatened by Harry's proximity, he felt safe.
 
“Hi.” Draco mumbled as he felt his cheeks redden slightly.
 
“I thought I told you to save me a seat.”
 
“I tried, I swear, I just-”
 
“I'm kidding.” Harry quickly cut him off. “I saw what happened. Thanks for
saving me a seat. I made it right on time, right?” He said, just as food began
to appear on the table.
 
 
 
 
 
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