Harry Potter and the Royal Veela

Rating: NC-17 for upcoming chapters
Pairing(s): Undecided yet. (or I just don’t want to let you know at the moment^_^)
Feedback: Yes please give me feedback, but please don’t if you going to be mean.
Characters: Well, its almost all of them, but most of the story is around Harry, Ron, Hermonie, Ginny, Draco, etc.
Betas: The awesome Eros !!!!! Who aids me with his beta magic.^_^ Thank you for all your help.^_^
Author’s notes: Ok this is my very first fan fiction, so if I make mistakes on the characters I’m sorry. This story of Harry Potter follows the original in some ways but I put a lot of my own stuff in it too.




Takes place after the battle with Voldemort, Harry missing Voldemort is destroyed. This story is yaoi or will be in up coming chapters, if you don't agree with it don't read it. The pairing is pretty obvious.

WIP,Yaoi,Inc,Anal,Lemon,MaleDom,MPreg

***Okay, I know what your thinking "I know this story" well you probably do beacues i'm Forsaken Archangel, the sad truth is that I forgot my password and I no longer have the e-mail that was used on my old account. Anyways to make a long story short my new screen name is SevenSword and the new chapters will be posted under this name along with my other stories. Thanks and enjoy.***




Chapter 18 – Ideal Mate

Draco Malfoy sat cross-legged on his king sized bed; light streaming in through his large bedroom windows, glaring down at Skeleton Grim. "This is entirely your fault."

The key's only reply was a whine as it thrashed looking for its master's warmth.

Draco glared harder, knowing the poor key didn't have a clue why he was punishing it. After returning home, fuming for hours, blowing up his father's prized painting of the Slytherin founder, then confining himself to his room, he was now reduced to bullying a key.

He growled angrily grabbing up Skeleton Grim and shoving it into his jacket pocket. He climbed off the bed, grabbed his wand from his night stand and stomped out of his room.

He continued his tirade down the hall; ignore the outraged reprimands from the various portraits of his ancestors over his behavior, and into the dining room. Ignoring his father who was already eating breakfast, he yanked the chair out at the opposite end of the table and sat.

"Glade to see you're in a better mood." Lucius mocked his son, who was stabbing his bowl of fruit with his fork.

Draco's only response was to stab the fruit harder.

"Indeed." A monotone voice spoke.

Draco's head snapped up, when the familiar voice of his godfather drifted to his ears.

Severus sat between the two platinum blonds, calmly finishing off his steak and eggs. When he noticed Draco starring at him, he put down his knife and fork. "Your father asked me to be here." He folded his napkin, then looked to his godson.

Draco raised an irritated eyebrow. "For what?" He stood ready to blow the room up if he didn't like what his godfather had to say. And the fact that a rather large book was now at his father side, darkened his mood even more.

When Severus didn't respond, Lucius tapped the book with his finger to get his son's attention. "For this… I'm sure you can guess what it is. I've spoken with Severus and he has informed me that you are…now more inclined to mate."

Draco's eyes snapped back to his godfather.

"Draco what your doing is ridiculous, there is no good reason for you not to mate. And your behavior as of late has been less than sane. Do you want to kill yourself? Your mother?" Severus spoke clearly his face expressing total conviction. "I will…I will no longer provide you with the suppressant."

Draco looked ready to fling himself across the table at his godfather, so Lucius took that as his cue and stood.

"I understand your reluctance to mate with Miss Parkinson; her parents will have a hard time finding any willing dominate to do so. But there are other choices; your grandmother has sent your mother a book of potential submissive that will make fine mates. Sarah Condors for example, pure, average magic level, very respectful." Lucius opened the large book to one of the marked pages, turning it toward Draco.

Draco calmly straightened, if his father wanted to play this game, he would play. "Yes, she's the perfect mindless mate…for you and mother to mold into the perfect Malfoy wife."

Lucius smirked, knowing what Draco was trying to do; he flipped the page. "Jessica O' Hanson, also pure, is known for her brilliance in Potions, and is the vice president of the Young Wizards and Witches Political Club; Y.W.W.P.C."

"Yes I've read the article by Ms. O' Hanson, on the effects of viper eyes verse cobra eyes in constricting potions. It was very interesting, although the basic outline needed work; considering viper is known to change the original structure of the potion…and in some cases also constricted breathing in the subjects, resulting in death, still very promising." Severus added; he had enjoyed reading the research and would have continued if it hadn't been for the bored irritated expression from both blonds.

"I've meet O' Hanson, she nothing but a know-it-all twit. It would be like mating with Granger…" Draco made a face like he had a bad taste in his mouth.

Lucius flipped two more pages, to a blond girl with light hazel eyes. "Danielle Mercier, pure, very interesting background; her mother is French her father is Italian. She's very athletic, plays Quidditch; a seeker I believe."

"Mercier…I don't know when grandmother sent you that book, but Mercier is anything but pure. Besides, have you seen her ears, there much too small for her head." Draco sat, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Lucius turned the page, refusing to give up. "Melinda Rochester, pure; her father has her tested weekly, she's won the Miss Wizarding World title twice within the last two years, has outstanding grades in all her subjects, and is also the top debater on her debating team." Lucius inwardly smirked, Melinda was perfect; his top choice, he had planned from the beginning to save her for last.

"Her magic level is below average, how would she protect herself let alone any children we would have against a real threat? None of the submissives in that book are strong; able to stand and fight alongside me, none would challenge me." Draco waved his hand at the book, dismissing his father's suggestions.

Lucius slammed the book shut. "You're being unreasonable. You're a dominate Veela, of course you're going to be stronger than the submissives. Again I understand your frustrations, you're a dominate from two part Veela parents; there for you had a higher boost in your magic level. Your probably the strongest dominate this season."

"So I should lower my standards because of that? Do you honestly think my instincts will allow me to claim someone who I believe to be weak and unworthy?" Draco stood; knocking his chair over in the process.

"What other choice do we have?" Lucius yelled back, quickly losing his patients with his only son.

Severus sighed; remaining seated between the two dominates. He had known going into this, that the outcome would inevitably be an argument. But the truth was; no matter how much Lucius wanted not to believe it, Draco was right, his instincts wouldn't allow him to mate with someone besides he's ideal mate.

"What you're describing does not exist!"

Severus shifted slightly to his left, effectively avoiding a stray blast of silver magic that sped past his head. 'Draco's ideal mate is…strong enough to go up against him, cunning, loyal…pure of course.' Sevours mused.

"Then I won't mate!"

The potions professors lend forward, as another blast of sliver magic; this one was unstable, flew over his head. 'I must be exhausted, it sounds like he's describing Pot-' Severus' eyes widen, as he looked up at his godson.

"Stop behaving like a child, you will mate!" Lucius growled, his magic visibly cracking around him. "I've had enough of this ridiculous game of yours; I'm calling your grandmother to set up a gathering!"

"Draco?" Severus stuttered, his voice giving away his nervousness. Fortunately both Veela were too preoccupied with a glaring match; which neither seemed to be willing to back down from, to hear the dark haired man.

"I'd like to see you try, old man." Draco snarled out, smirking at the outraged look on his father's face.

"Old man!" Lucius shouted; his magic lashing out at the furniture around him.

"Malfoy!" Severus yelled, finally standing; if things kept going the way they were the two Veela would destroy the entire manor…not to mention him.

"What?" Both platinum blonds' yelled back; there hazed over silver eyes directed at Severus.

Severus braced himself, refusing to look threatened by the dominate Veelas. Of course he hadn't wanted to get both their attentions; he couldn't very well ask Draco if his ideal mate was in fact his school rival in front of Lucius. He inwardly groaned in frustration, it would be just his luck that his godson would pick the 'Boy Who Lived to Make His Life Hell'. But he had to know if Potter was the key to saving Draco.

He was pulled from his mental turmoil by a low warning growl from the general direction of the two blond's.

"Draco, how about the submissive you met yesterday?" Severus questioned.

Draco's eyes narrowed in confusion; reverting back to their original form. "Yesterday…what the bloody hell are you talking about Sev?"

"The one with the emerald green eyes…" The potions professor hinted, not wanting to go into detail with Lucius listening so closely.

Draco's look of confusion quickly turned to understanding, then anger. "Have you gone completely out of your mind Sev? That's not even an option!"

"You meet with a submissive yesterday? Who?" Lucius; who's eyes had also returned to their original steel grey, questioned his son.

"The characteristics you described for your ideal mate are all characteristics he holds. Is there a chance that maybe-"

"No!" Draco stopped his godfather from finishing his sentence.

"He?"Lucius questioned, walking around the table to stand next to Severus. "As in a male submissive?"

Severus ignored Lucius question. "Draco, if there is a chance. You should at least try, if not for yourself then for your parents."

Draco clenched his fist, turning away from his godfather. No matter how many times he told himself it was a Gryffindor trick, that it was only his damn instincts reacting to a un-charmed submissive, the truth of the matter was...he couldn't stop thinking about Potter. This in turn had led him to question his true motives for wanting to find the 'Boy Who Lived', had it really only been to satisfy his pride or had it in fact been his Veela instinct seeking out a worthy mate?

These thoughts plagued him long after his return, refusing him the sweet escape of sleep. Even if Potter was a worthy mate, it would never work, they would kill each other. Beside, Potter was in love with the Weasley girl, and as far as Draco knew he was the straightest guy at Hogwarts; due to his strict muggle upbringing.

"It can't be him…besides he'd kill me or any other dominates who tried to mate with him.." Draco spoke aloud, not really directing his answer at anyone.

"For you to say that, he must be very strong. Male submissives are extremely rare, there's maybe one born every century. But it doesn't make any sense, if there was a male submissive participating in the Veela gatherings this year it would have been publicized." Lucius stepped between Severus and his son; grabbing Draco's shoulder he turned his son toward him.

"If it's true, we will speak with your grandmother she will be able to help if this submissive is unwilling to follow the mating traditions. " Lucius suggested; he had never considered the option of Draco claiming a male as his mate, it would take some getting used to but he would welcome the submissive into his family without hesitation.

Draco looked surprised at his father; if the elder Malfoy had any idea who the submissive really was he wouldn't be so composed. His silver eyes shifted slightly beyond his father, to his godfather who was staring back at him with frightened eyes. Draco knew of course that this was due to Dumbledore's order to keep Potter a secret; especial from his father.

"That won't be necessary father; there is no need to involve grandmother. Sev has offered to be the intermediate for me and the submissive…I will agree to this under two conditions…" Draco looked determinedly at his father.

Lucius raised an eyebrow in suspicion at his son. "And what would these conditions be?"

"No one will interfere on how I choose to go about pursuing this submissive and you cannot ask any questions about him from anyone until I bring him to meet you." Draco stated ignoring the looks he was receiving from Severus.

Lucius clenched his jaw; it wasn't like he had a choice if he wanted Draco to live. "Fine."

Draco smirked, turning back to his godfather. "Then should we be going?"

"Going?" Severus asked confused.

Draco turned, heading to the door and stopping just outside it. His mind already coming to the conclusion that Potter could never be his mate, but at least he could torment the Golden Boy a little before his instincts drove him completely mad.

At this thought he smirked. "To go see my submissive."


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Okay…liked I promised, there was chapter 18...and our favorite dominate veela…Mr. Draco Malfoy!!!!

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