Veela Inheritance Problems

Chapter 18

Jean could hardly believe his luck; it had worked like a charm. Actually, his plan had worked better than a charm, since it led him straight to the submissive and now the two big dumb Dominants were facing each other. They would fight amongst themselves to prove who was the biggest and strongest; and while they were throwing a testosterone hissy fit, he would prove to be the cleverest one and snatch away the submissive, claiming the beauty in front of him before Malfoy and his cousin could figure out what was really going on.

The French Veela took a moment to appraise the submissive. He had glowing black hair, smelled like a sweet ripe fruit ready to be eaten and was dressed in a flowing see through robe that allowed his body to be seen just enough to drive any hot blooded Veela out of his mind.

And he would be Jean’s before the day was over. Jean promised to himself.

He distantly heard the growls and grunts as one Dominant attacked the other, it was time, Jean grabbed his prize and prepared to run.

That was when his plan met an unpredicted hitch. The submissive didn’t bulge.

Of course, resistance! The submissive was supposed to resist. Darn, he had forgotten about this small detail. Not a problem, the submissive was actually quite small in comparison to himself, even if he was not one of the largest Dominants in attendance today. He could handle a small submissive without breaking a sweat.

That was the very last thought to cross Jean’s mind before his world exploded in a maelstrom of pain.

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A few moments before, Draco had just helped Harry out of the tree when they were suddenly attacked by a huge blond looking more like a Viking then a Veela. The stranger’s long dark golden hair flowing behind him as he launched at them trying to knock Harry out of Draco’s hands.

In a blur of movement, Harry was behind Draco and the Dominants started to snarl at each other.

Harry was angry; someone was trying to attack his Dominant. His family was in danger and he would not sit idly by and let one of his loved ones get hurt. He had precious few of those. He prepared himself for a fight but stayed behind Draco. It was not his place to take the lead in this particular attack, he did trust his Dominant to defend them both, but just in case the attacker was unable to take the hint, he was ready to fight as well.

Harry was so caught up paying attention to the fight in front of him, trying to decide when would be the best time to step in, that he failed to notice someone approaching from behind. Only when a couple of arms wrapped themselves around him did he notice that there was another Dominant in the area.

Acting without thinking, Harry wriggled himself lose of the stranger’s grip enough to placed his feet firmly on the ground, spreading them apart just enough to lower his center of gravity and bending forwards while holding on to the offender’s arms. The Dominant was flipped over him and sent crashing into the ground in front of Harry.

Harry could not believe the nerve of this Dominant; he tried to avoid the fight and steel him away like a common thief, no honor, no value… The smallish Dominant at his feet was not worthy and Harry was just the person to prove it to him.

Still holding the Dominant’s arm, now twisted at an unnatural angle, Harry took a cursory look at his Dominant. Draco was holding his own against the other Dominant, giving as good as he got. He didn’t have to worry about that fight just yet. Time to focus on the maggot at his feet and the very first thing to do was to take him out of combat for good.

Harry pushed the arm in his hand a bit further and heard a satisfying crack just before the Dominant began to scream in pain. A swift kick on his face shut him up and broke his nose in the process. The bleeding Dominant quickly got up as soon as Harry released his arm, only to receive a round kick in the jaw that sent him flying against the same tree Harry had hidden himself. There he slid to the ground and remained unmoving.

Making sure the Dominant was out cold, Harry focused on Draco again. If his fight was still going strong Harry was now free to step in and fight along side with his mate. Draco had nothing else to prove in his eyes, the claim had been made and accepted by Harry. No one would be allowed to come between them.

Draco, however, didn’t seem to need any help as he flipped the other Dominant in the air and sent him crashing with the same tree Harry had been hiding in.

That was when Draco noticed that the Dominant seemed to have at least three legs and hair coming out from under his belly. The strange site made Draco take another look and it took him a second to understand. There was a second Dominant under the one he had just fought. What in Merlin name was going on?

Finally realizing the extent of the danger around them, when another Dominant could arrive any minute and one had in fact arrived without him noticing, Draco snapped his head around searching for his submissive. His heart skipped a bit when he found Harry standing there breathing heavily, eyes solid green, hair tousled and mating robe flowing around him. Not wasting a single moment, Draco swoop Harry in his arms and kissed him passionately.

“Mine,” he growled.

“Yours,” Harry nodded mesmerized with the power his Dominant was exuding. Nestling his head in his Dominant’s neck, Harry reveled in the feeling of love and possessiveness emanating from his mate.

Only now he acknowledged the fact that the scent of so many belligerents Dominants so close by was unsettling him. He had been on edge all day and for the first time he managed to let his guard down. He and Draco were together now, safe in each other’s arms, for the first time Harry let himself wonder what would happen if Draco had gotten hurt today. A low growl made them turn their heads.

All the ruckus with the previous fight apparently had attracted the attention of other Dominants. Three more were approaching them and Harry could feel Draco’s muscles tensing, preparing for yet another fight.

But it was not just another fight, now there would be three against one. Draco could get hurt… Draco could get killed.

“ENOUGH” yelled Harry. Tradition or not, this had gone long enough, he had put up with all the attacks on his family he could. It was time they knew his family was off limits. “You’ll leave this place now. The chase was over a week ago and there will be no more attacks on my mate.”

The three Dominants paid no attention to his warnings and prepared to jump him. Draco could only shake his head. He knew Harry was his now, there was no mistaking his scent, it was now a perfect mixture of his original scent and Draco’s, something that would only happen when the bond was fully accepted.

He could also smell power… and anger, lots of it. The three idiots in front of them had no chance what so ever. He moved behind his submissive and let his hands rest on his shoulders, letting Harry know that he was supporting him in whatever he wanted to do. Draco was actually curious as to what would happen next if the idiots really decided to attack.

Much to Draco’s amusement, they did.

Harry didn’t move a muscle other than clenching his fist. Without any other warning, the wind picked up and the sky suddenly was covered with black heavy clouds. Magic cracked all around them as Harry stood between Draco and his would-be assailants, but that didn’t stop the other Dominants since they were too entailed with the vision of Harry and their desire to claim him.

A myriad of lightning bolts started to rain down around them and that caught their attention and made them pause for a bit, but they still tried to go through with the attack. Draco just shook his head, anybody thick enough not to notice THOSE signs deserved anything they got.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud and one of the Dominants fell on the ground. The other two didn’t notice that either and tried to take another step towards their targets. They never made it.

Hail started to castigate the grounds. Some of the ice pieces were as large as fists and within seconds the two remaining Dominants were also unconscious on the ground. The strange hail storm continued for another minute or so and Draco noticed that neither him or Harry were being hit. In fact, there was a large circle around them where the ground was hail free.

Before Draco could further consider the matter he felt Harry start to sway and pulled the nearly unconscious submissive into his arms. As soon as he had Harry in his arms the storm was over the sky was clear again. Draco smiled at the powerful boy in his arms.

“You never do things by half, do you love?”

Draco carried Harry around the tent, pulling the curtains that served as makeshift doors closed and depositing his precious cargo in the large bed at the center of the tent and joining him on it. He held the smaller brunet in his arms, gently brushing his hands through the raven locks of his mate until he felt Harry stir in his arms.

Harry turned his head to look at his mate and smiled, getting on his knees facing Draco who did the same in front of him.

They knelt there on their knees facing each other in silence and trying to memorize all the differences they could notice on their mates face since they last saw. Harry looked a bit thinner, his already big glowing green eyes seemed even bigger now and his cheeks were flushed because of his mate’s proximity.

Draco had a small cut on his forehead over his left eyebrow, his face was also scratched and he was spotting a large bruise on the corner of his mouth. Unable to stop himself, Harry lift his hand and touched his mate’s face. Draco leaned into the touch, letting the proximity with his submissive sooth him.

His submissive’s scent was slightly off because of all the scrubbing during the preparations this morning, but Draco could still sense a bit of himself on his submissive as Harry nuzzled his head on Draco’s neck, placing small kisses on him.

Their movements were soft and slow-paced as Harry turned his head to face Draco and his arms went around Draco’s neck and Draco’s arms went around Harry, pulling him closer, letting their bodies revel in the warmth of each other as their lips met gently. Harry felt like he was floating in air.

There was no rush, no need to conquer, to prove anything. Only acceptance.

Harry allowed Draco to pull up his robe and lifted his arms so the blond Veela could remove it from him and let his Dominant’s hands roam his body. He knew that the blond needed to make sure for himself that his mate was unharmed and at the same time reinforce his claim.

Draco made Harry lay on the bed and moved to his mate’s feet. Taking one at the time in his hands and placing soft kisses all over them.

Harry’s breath hitched when he felt Draco’s tongue dart out and lick his toes. When Draco sucked one of them into his mouth he couldn’t help but moan out loud. Draco continued his slow sensual torture, kissing every square inch of flesh of his mate and making his way up his body. Neither of them noticed a few protection spells come into existence as Draco finally kissed his mate’s mouth and settled between his legs. Their bond was now official.

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Michael Baudelle checked once more on his mate. Hortencia was talking to a few of the ladies present and Albus Dumbledore. Even after almost 80 years of union Michael was still very protective of his wife and submissive, but he had to admit that Dumbledore was too much of an honorable man to be a threat, still… better be safe than sorry, so he kept stealing glances at their table every now and again trying not to be too obvious. Hortencia just thought it was all too funny that her husband was still jealous of her after all this time but made sure never to be out of his sight.

Hearing the noise of a chair being pulled, Michael Baudelle turned to see Theodore Phillips, who had just returned to their table after exchanging a few words with the Keeper of Records, retake his seat.

“So, Mr. Phillips. What do you think about us being related?” he asked only half interested in the answer. It was only polite conversation after all.

“Oh, that was a very pleasant surprise, Mr. Baudelle,” answered the younger wizard, “I’m however a bit concern about some of the information unveiled by the research team.”

“You don’t say. What information would that be?” asked the elder man checking on his wife again.

“You do realize that my family is not as numerous as it used to be.” Phillips started uncomfortable.

“Yes, the young couples today don’t seem to want as many children as we did in my time…” Baudelle agreed with a knowing smile, “but why is that a problem?”

“As the head of the family, it is my responsibility to see to the well being of every child with Phillips blood. Yet somehow it seems that we overlook the fact that young Mr. Potter had a less than ideal childhood.”

“I beg your pardon,” Michael Baudelle was suddenly very interested in what the younger man had to say.

Theodore Phillips leaned forward so that nobody else would hear what he had to say.

“Well, apparently…” a sudden lightning bolt interrupted the head of the Phillips family. It was closely followed by innumerous others. That was strange, the sky had been clear a moment before, “What in Merlin’s name is going on?”

Nobody answered his question because at that very moment a hail storm fell upon them and hastily placed shield charms were the only thing keeping them from getting hurt.

As suddenly as it had started, the storm was over and the sky cleared up again. Everybody in the gathering area waited with baited breath to see what else would happen. Strange events did seem to take place whenever Mr. Potter was involved.

Their attention was diverted by a soft chime. Behind the high table, two shields shimmered into view on the large board displayed there. One was the shield of Baudelle, which glowed for a moment before reducing in size and drifting to the lower left corner of the board, the center of the board was then taken by the Malfoy Crest, announcing to the world the identity of the couple now secluded in the tent.

The Malfoys, the Baudelles and Theodore Phillips gracefully accepted the congratulations over the new bond.

Michael Baudelle and Theodore Phillips shared a glance that clearly stated ‘we should talk later’, both men nodded to each other and turned to receive even more well wishes.

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The Gryffindor common room was full that afternoon. It was an unspoken agreement that they should remain together that day until they had any news about Harry. A few members of the other houses were present as well, being close friend with the lions or members of the D.A..

“Man, I don’t believe they are making Harry go through all that again,” complained Seamus, “that is just wrong, I tell ya.”

They were all very upset with the fact that the Veela Council had voided Malfoy’s claim and was putting Harry through the whole claiming ordeal again.

“What if Harry does get hurt this time?” whispered Colin, “What if one of them takes Harry against his will?”

“That would never happen; Harry knows how to defend himself. He’ll fight back,” assured Ron.

“But there are too many of them! What if he can’t fight back?”

Loud thumps on the windows made all heads turn; Hermione hurried to the closest window and looked outside for a moment, before opening the window and picking up something on the window sill.

“What is it, Hermione?” asked Ginny from where she was sitting near the fireplace.

“That,” said Hermione showing a piece of ice in her hand with a triumphant smile, “was Harry fighting back.”

On her hand they could all see a perfectly shaped lightning bolt in ice.