The broken, The unwanted, and The Inhuman.

Chapter Eleven;
Pain

Pain… without love
Pain… I can't get enough
Pain… I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all..

You're sick… of feeling numb
You're not… the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand

This life is filled with hurt;
When happiness doesn't work.
Trust me, and take my hand.
When the lights go out, you'll understand...

Pain… without love
Pain… I can't get enough
Pain… I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all...

Pain… without love
Pain… I can't get enough
Pain… I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.

Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me, I've got a plan..
When the lights go off you will understand.

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Draco growled lowly at his mate. He was challenging him and Draco loved a challenge. Sadly though, after only mere minutes of fighting, with one over turned sofa and two broken coffee tables, neither had won just yet.

Harry suddenly turned his head to the left, breaking eye contact once again. Draco growled, deeper this time, having been insulted.

"Haaarrrryyy…" Draco growled lowly. Having been the one now pinned Harry struggled to break free. Luckily they were on a soft patch of carpet in front of Harry's door; the same door he had almost made it through before getting pinned.

Draco wanted to grab his mate's face and force him to look back into his eyes. Strengthen the connection between them and renew the bond before it could completely die. Sub-consciencely Harry seemed to know what Draco intended to do. Looking him in the eyes and making the bond that much stronger was the last thing the Gryffindor wanted! Harry had finally had enough. He swung wildly at the crazed Veela and landed three blunt hits to his ribs. Before Harry could even smile in victory he saw a flash of a wand and suddenly he felt as if he were in a Strait Jacket. Before he could say anything Draco spoke.

"Restraining charm Potter." He said with a chuckle. He then reached into Harry's robe pocket, pulled out his wand and immediately tossed it to the side. "You can move, but you can't get away."

"LET.ME.GO YOU DELUSIONAL GIT!!!" Harry snapped. "LET ME GO, LET ME UP AND QUIT. TOUCHING. ME!!" Draco’s only response was a loud, throaty growl.

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"If you'd take a second to LISTEN for a MOMENT, you'd find out we wanted to help you!"

Blaise and Pansy froze at their response. They then turned toward one another both with surprised and unbelieving looks in their eyes. Pansy broke away first and looked at the other two.

"Okay… first off, what help are you willing to give and why are you giving it?" Pansy said as she crossed her arms and placed her weight on her left hip.

"Because, Draco's powers are going nuts and because of that he's setting off Harry's in the process. If we don't do something, they are going to end up hurting someone, most likely themselves."

Blaise and Pansy shared a look once again. They had noticed odd and outlandish magical happenings around Draco and Harry. Draco unable to stop himself from using his Veela powers on his mate while Harry was unable to control his powers at all. If truth been told, it was beginning to freak them out. Draco's Veela magic was bad enough, but toss in random and powerful ‘accidental’ magic from Harry and it was like pouring fuel on a bonfire.

"Okay. You have a point, so…" Blaise stated returning his gaze forward. "What's your plan?"

"Simple, you tell Draco to quit using his powers on Harry and we'll talk Harry into giving Draco the time of day."

"What?... You’re serious?" Blaise said, his brown eyes blinking.

"Yes." Hermione simply replied. "If Draco promises to stop using his Aura against Harry, we'll get Harry to agree to see him. On polite terms mind you." Hermione said pointedly.

"Of course on polite terms." Pansy snorted. "Draco may be a little feral at the moment but he knows how to properly court someone."

"A LITTLE feral?" Ron snapped with his eyes narrowed dangerously. Blaise followed suit, narrowing his as well. Both boys standing firm, waiting for the other to make a move. But Blaise at this moment preferred to talk, not fight. It wasn’t that he was afraid of the ginger haired boy. Blaise was just about as tall and stocky as Ron. But Ron had been in the battlefield, Blaise hadn't. So when Blaise spoke, it was level and steady, even though the words weren't.

"Watch your bloody mouth, Weasel. You have no fucking idea of what Draco's been going through."

"Yes, but I know who he's been trying to DO and how he's been going about it. And that just doesn't fly with me." Ron stated. Pansy and Blaise both looked like they were going to go nuclear when Hermione spoke.

"ALLRIGHT YOU TWO! Stop it! Look, all four of us can agree that Draco is going about this the wrong way. And we can agree that Harry ignoring him isn't helping, right?" Hermione said plainly.

Pansy and Blaise both found themselves fairly interested in the stones in the wall. It was a testament to their loyalty to Draco that they wouldn’t ridicule his behavior.

"So, this is what we're offering. We'll get them to see one another, on normal one-on-one terms. No Veela magic and no cold shoulders. If Draco or Harry wants to call it quits from there, so be it. At least they will have their magic intact."

"We'll need to talk this over." Blaise said plainly.

"Sure, go on ahead. We'll wait."

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"WHY Harry, WHY??!! WHY won’t you give me a chance!!?? A possibility, a go, a BLOODY FLIPPING CHANCE?!! I want an ANSWER POTTER and I want it NOW! WHY????!!"

Harry kept his face turned away to keep himself from locking gazes with Draco. He closed his eyes tightly before giving him his answer. "It's not JUST you, you self-centered GIT. This has nothing to do with you. I don't want ANYONE!" Harry snapped, moving his body side to side, testing the limits of the restraining charm. "Male, female, Veela or any other. I don't give a damn, I just want to be LEFT ALONE!"

Draco growled, freeing one hand while bracing himself with the other. He grabbed Harry's face, and forced it forward so that he could look into his eyes.

"That's a crock of bull, Harry. I WANT the REAL REASON! I HAVE to know!" Draco demanded. His tone sounded so dark and upsetting that Harry shook in a light attempt to get away. Harry couldn't help but look up into Draco's gray steel-colored eyes in fear as a feral flare burned into him. Harry's breathing picked up as their gazes locked onto one another, Harry under Draco, Draco glaring into him and both refusing to move.

A flash of light shone from Draco's eyes into Harry's once again. Harry's eyes widened and he tried to get away again but it was futile. The restraining charm was still in place and even worse…

…Draco knew his real reason now.

Draco blinked looking shell shocked at Harry as he continued to try to break free. Draco continued to stare blankly at his mate, his own possessive gaze and everything that came with it now gone.

"You don't think you’re worthy to be loved? You think you’re cursed?" Draco asked in a whisper.

The words had an immediate effect on Harry. His body froze, his eyes looked broken and hurt and immediately turned away from Draco. He laid stock still refusing to look at Draco. Refusing to admit or deny the words he had said. Possibly hopping to avoid them all together.

Harry's face then slowly paled and fell, all emotions drained from him. Draco stared at his mate, his eyes widening as he looked over his reaction. Damn it, he'd gone to far again. He quickly tried to think of something, anything that would bring Harry back to his senses.

"Just... get off of me." Harry said coldly, still refusing to meet Draco's eyes. "Get off of me, un-charm me and let me go."

Draco didn't know what to say. He never though his mate would have these kind of issues. But he did and a huge one at that.

His mate didn't think he deserved to be loved. He believed that everyone that loved him was doomed to die, the red headed Weasel being the foremost in his mate's mind. Draco tried to fight the jealousy he felt towards said red head. This was the reason he had been knocked back to phase one over and over; his mate was much more wounded then he had thought.

Draco eyes grew less sad and more resolved. Well, he had ways to prove his mate wrong and work out a few years worth of frustration at the same time.

And If Draco got laid by his mate out of it, then all the better.

Well okay, it was ALL about getting his mate. This was MOSTLY not out of greed or lust… or both.

Draco pulled more primal power out of himself and condensed it. He mental aimed his magic to affect Harry in his lower stomach…not his groin yet, but getting there.

Harry sucked in a breath of air through his teeth as he felt a familiar stirring in his lower abdomen. He immediately turned to face Draco, his eyes wide as he realized Draco was using his Veela powers again. Harry was tired, worn, magically and emotionally drained before he and Draco had ever started fighting. Because of that he didn't know how long he could withstand the Veela Influence.

But just as Harry opened his mouth to warn him to stop it, Draco kissed him.

The last rational thing Harry recalled thinking was, "Oh God, this is not going to end well."

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"You can't possibly think they seriously want Draco and Potter get together." Pansy whispered.

"No, I don't. But seriously, neither do we." Blaise responded in an equally hushed voice as he looked to Weasel and Granger, then back.

"I never said that." Pansy snapped.

"Oh, come on Pansy. You can't seriously believe that Harry will EVER submit to Draco, can you?" Blaise said.

"Harry is bound to tell Draco to get lost at the first possible chance he gets. At least this will keep those two from killing each other. And Draco will at least know he had a fair shot before realizing Potter is a prat for leaving him and move on. He might even take back up with that sixth year he liked."

"He's a seventh year now." Pansy said off handedly as her eyes drifted to the left with a dreamy look in them. Blaise smiled, he knew that look all to well… she was plotting.

Blaise arms still crossed and still smiling turned back to the two Gryffindors, taking a few large confident strides towards them. Pansy walked back to Millicent and Nott.

"All right. We'll do it. We promise to find Draco and talk to him… if you do the same with Potter."

"Sounds like a deal." Ron said. "So as long if Draco keeps his hands in his pockets and his pants zipped up, we should along just fine."

Blaise only glowered in reply.

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A/N: Draco? Pants zipped up? Now, where’s the fun in that? ^.~

1. This will NOT bind Harry and Draco together. In this fanfic, as in the Real World, Sex is Sex... Emotional and Physical bonding, yes... Magical/Mate bonding… No, not yet. I know it's a bit different from the norm, but i'm trying to keep this as straight-lined as possible.

2. After this, you might not want Draco and Harry together, anyway.

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"Jesus bloody Christ, Draco…" Harry moaned after finally breaking the kiss, once again lost in the swarm of magic induced lust. Only this time Draco also enhanced feelings of warmth, comfort and love. Harry had responded must better to this then his previous bombardments. Draco felt himself harden even more. Did Harry even KNOW what his words where doing to him?

Draco finally managed to stop himself from pressing his lower body against Harry's again. He pulled away, wincing at the ache he received from Harry's previous abuse to his ribs. He quickly unzipped Harry's school trousers. He pulled them slowly and softly down and off of his mate, taking the utmost care in his actions. He was horny, hard and ready to pounce his mate, yes, but he was going to make the most of this moment.

Draco then moved back up towards his mate and looked into his carefree, hazy, love-filled eyes. Now THAT was what Draco wanted! Draco smiled lightly at his mate as his hand traveled to pull down Harry's boxers. Draco lightly gripped Harry's member as it was freed.

In turn Harry gave a soft and low moan as Draco’s hands roamed over him.

Harry's prick had become fully hard in Draco's hand. Draco felt a leap of joy at the feeling of his Mate's body reacting to him in such a way with his every move and action.

No other man had ever touched Harry like this. No other man had even felt the wonderful feeling of Harry becoming hard in his hand. Or the delicious rush that you felt after realizing you were the reason for it. No other man had ever heard Harry moan like that. Well, if Harry liked to moan, Draco would make him moan.

Draco gripped the hard member in his fist harder and started pumping it up and down. First slow but quickly and hurriedly picking up the pace.

Harry moaned again as his lower body quivered from the action. Giving in to the sensation, Harry arched his back, trying to bring his member further into Draco's grasp. The faster Draco moved the more Harry moaned. Draco closed his eyes and had to force himself not to moan as he took in every note Harry let out.

Draco then started playing Harry's body like a fine-tuned Piano. He wasn't new at this; he knew all to well what places to pay attention to and how to use them to his advantage.

Kissing Harry to muffle his moan caused his mate to buck lightly into his hand.

Kissing Harry's neck while stroking him caused Harry to moan softer, and whisper different combinations of the words ‘Yes’, ‘Please’, ‘Draco’ and ‘Oh’ in his ear.

If was soft, simple and sweet. Draco just couldn't get enough of the relaxed and hazy looks when he moved slowly. Or the passion-etched, gasping moans he received when he moved faster.

Draco was infatuated with watching Harry's reactions. Every gasp, every moan, every sigh…

Draco could hardly believe that he had Harry Potter, now officially the most powerful man in Wizarding England, writhing at his every touch. Draco looked over Harry's muscled arms, his messy black hair that was soon going to brush his shoulders. He was a fully-grown version of the boy-who-lived, and he was… all his.

Draco smirked lovingly at his mate. Yes, it was good to be a Veela.

Harry's back arched up toward Draco as Draco pumped his hand faster. His other hand went to pull down Harry's boxers the rest of the way. He then used a charm to remove the rest of Harry's and his clothing. He didn't want to wait any longer. He cast another quick charm, a Lubrication charm, and carefully lifted Harry's knees up a bit. He then slipped a finger into Harry's puckered hole.

"Dra--Dra-Draco, what are you doing?" Harry stammered as he flushed red at Draco's actions. Draco leaned forward a bit and kissed Harry softly as he slipped a second finger in, quickly preparing him.

"Giving you something you need." Draco said, as he then removed his fingers. Positioning himself at his entrance he pushed himself into Harry. Harry winced at the pain that suddenly shot through him. He was about to protest, but Draco quickly put his hand lightly over Harry's mouth to silence him. He sent another wave of comfort and warmth to him as well.

"Shhh. Yes love, I know it hurts. I'll be gentle, I promise. The pain will be gone soon." He softly spoke as he slowly continued to enter Harry, only stopping occasionally to allow him to get used to his size.

Harry blushed and turned his head away, looking embarrassed and ashamed. Draco thought he might have seen a tear fall from Harry's eye as he looked away, but he couldn't be sure. He wasn't worried; he had dealt with this before. He knew deep down that Harry would feel bad or guilty about this for a while; he was losing his virginity for Christ sake. But Draco would help make things easy for him.

"Shh, Shh, love..." Draco whispered to Harry. His own eyes closed lightly as he finally had his whole aching and pulsing member inside of his mate. Draco gave the boy-who-lived a kiss. Well, a kiss that was meant for his lips but ended up on the back of his hand as he still had it over Harry's mouth.

Opening his eyes to gaze at his mate, Draco could now see something very akin to tears in Harry's eyes. With a gut feeling he knew it wasn't from pain. Draco could no longer refute the feeling of loss of dignity that came from his mate. Draco now took the time to whisper some comforting words in his ear.

"Shh, don't worry love. It's all right; it will be fine, you'll see. Just trust me. You'll feel much better very soon, I promise." And with that said Draco started moving again. His free hand continuing to lightly pump Harry's member at the same pace he was moving.

Harry gave a few muffled sounds under his hand, and shuttered, moaning lightly as Draco picked up speed.

Draco pushed in further and purposely hit Harry's prostate. Harry moaned in earnest now, as Draco removed his hand from his mouth. He continued assaulting Harry's prostate over and over.

Draco smiled to himself and moved a bit faster, making sure to hit the prostate every time he pushed in. Harry's eyes started to flutter closed in pleasure and he arched his back and moaned again. Draco placed his newly freed palm on the floor, using to brace himself more and pump faster into Harry.

Both where gasping, moaning, and gleaming at this point. Draco sensed the end was very near when Harry started writhing under him. Draco licked his lips lustfully and grabbed Harry's member harder and pumped furiously.

"Love, love look at me." Draco said softly. Harry's closed eyes then turned to Draco as his body shuttered more from all of attention it was receiving from Draco.

"Look at me..." Draco commanded softly, not wanting to break his spell. "I've dreamed of what you'd look like climaxing for the past year Harry; I want to see."

Harry's eyes opened and looked at Draco. Draco smiled at his mate one more time. As the ache was at it's best, Draco pumped into Harry wildly and stroked furiously, watching as the pleasure built. Harry's body tensed, tightened and gripped onto Draco for dear life.

Then, with no warning all, Harry screamed Draco's name before he climaxed. Draco let a large breath of air that he hadn't known he was holding and finally allowed himself to cum as well.

He then worked to catch his breath as he looked down at his panting, gasping, orgasm-stocked mate.

It was then that Draco turned pale and felt the world come crashing down around him.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, what have I done?"

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"Draco's better off staying in the house of Salazar, anyway. Narcissa would have a fit if she found out Draco was courting Potter." Blaise said with a smirk as he and Millicent started to carry a weak and trembling Theo Nott to the Slytherin Common Room. Pansy's eyes widened and she looked shell-shocked at her boyfriend.

"You mean… Wait a sec, you mean she doesn't know?"

Blaise blinked rapidly. "Well, I thought that you would know if she…" Blaise's words seemed to have died in his throat at this point.

"Oh, Shit!" Pansy said, forgetting for a moment that it was inappropriate for a Pureblood lady to curse.

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Pain… without love
Pain… I can't get enough
Pain… I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing..
Rather feel pain.

I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you're wounded..
You know (You know you know you know you know)
That I'm here to save you..

You know (You know you know you know you know)
I've been waiting for you..
I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you'll thank me later.

Pain… without love
Pain… can't get enough
Pain… I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all