Veela Inheritance Problems

Disclaimer: See chapter 01.

Chapter 02

“Wow,” Ron said, reaching out to hold on to something. They had been working on the fallen tree trunk, when Ron had tried to get up too fast for his own good and became dizzy.

“Are you all right, mate?” Harry asked as he grabbed Ron’s shoulder.

“Just a second, I’ll be fine” said Ron, holding Harry’s arm to regain his balance. Harry smiled and turned to say something to Ron, when all of the sudden a blur of movement came their way. They fell to the ground.

Harry rolled away and got to his feet as fast as he could, while pulling his wand out of its holster. He turned to see Draco Malfoy kneeling over Ron, who had his eyes closed and his head turned to the side.

“Ron!”

Malfoy’s head snapped up, and he looked at Harry. His eyes were completely silver.

“Harry, don’t move.” Ron’s voice sounded almost calm. “He won’t hurt me. I’m not the one he wants.”

“What? He is pinning you to the ground, Ron.”

“He is holding me away from you, Harry.”

“What are you talking about?” A low growl caught Harry’s attention. He slowly turned his head towards the sound only to find a blond teen he had never seen before standing not ten feet away, his eyes almost like Malfoy’s, only a bit more blue. “Ron, what is going on?”

Ron was still playing dead under Malfoy, but his eyes were frantically scanning the area. He could see at least three other figures that Harry had not seen yet. They had completely surrounded Harry. Not good.

“Uh, Harry, remember the smell thing? How Veela chose their partners? Well, I think you are ‘it’, mate.”

“What?” Harry asked, spinning around towards Ron. That made the growls grow louder.

“Harry, listen carefully: No sudden moves,” said Ron in a very calm voice, but he added quickly when he saw Harry start to move his way, probably to free him from Malfoy, “and DO NOT try to help me.”

“Ron, you are not making sense, mate.” Harry was trying to remain calm, but without much success. “And why aren’t they speaking?”

“They are too far gone to speak. They can smell you; I noticed earlier that you smelled better, but you are too much like a brother to bother me. I guess they feel differently. They will come down from it in a few days… or when you accept a mate.”

“Not helping, Ron.”

“Well,” Ron continued very calmly and very slowly, so the other teens wouldn’t see him as a threat, “I think they want to mate with you… calm down, no sudden moves. Think of it like a chess game: when you move, they move. If you run, they chase. It’s quite simple, really.”

“And how do we get out of this one?” Harry could not believe he was trying to have a calm conversation when an obviously dangerous creature (Malfoy) was standing over his best friend. But nobody was attacking yet, so it seemed to be working and it was giving him time to think about his next move.

“You can accept a mate…” But, by the look on Harry’s face, Ron could tell that that wouldn’t be happening any time soon if he could help. “Or you could leave me here…”

“No way.”

“They don’t want me; I don’t matter to them, so don’t worry. The only reason I’m on the ground is because I was touching you when they arrived. I need you to listen, ok?”

“Ok.”

“If you don’t want to mate, you have to get away from them and do it fast.”

Harry looked around carefully, considering his options. He could see that he was surrounded by seven of them, whatever they were--not good odds in any fight, and the fact that they all seemed a bit… animalistic didn’t help either.

A movement to his right attracted his attention; one of the boys had decided that this whole thing was taking too long and had decided to act, lunging himself at Harry. All at once, hell broke loose.

Harry dove to the ground and felt his attacker fly straight over him. The others took this as a sign to make their move as well. Zabini dove after Harry and grabbed hold of his ankle. This made Harry scream and turn in order to kick Zabini’s hand away, but he was beaten to it by Malfoy, who started to beat the living daylights out of his housemate. Fights broke out all around, with every teen who managed to get a hold of Harry being beaten by another who was trying to grab a hold as well.

“ENOUGH!” a powerful voice shouted through the forest making everybody hold still.

Spinning around, Harry could see a large number of grown ups approaching with their wands drawn. Albus Dumbledore was leading the group, and Harry managed to calm down a bit, even with the sight of Lucius Malfoy holding out his wand and making his way towards them.

Ron quickly got off of the ground, collecting his clothes on the way and hastily putting his shirt on, and made his way behind Dumbledore. Harry felt even more naked and decided that Ron’s course of action was the best one at the moment, but, as soon as he took a step, he heard the others around him growl in warning.

“Harry, don’t,” said Ron. “Stay right there, mate.”

“I believe Mr. Weasley is right, Harry,” said Dumbledore. “We need to consider things carefully right now.”

“The combat has already started,” said Lucius Malfoy. “There is nothing to be done, except wait until we know who the winner is. Perhaps we could bring a tent here?”

Harry’s eyes went wide. A tent, a tent for mating, mating with one of these boys… in front of all these people?

“Oh, no, we couldn’t,” said Harry. “I want out. Ron said I could run, sounds like a lovely plan to me.”

“And do what after this… well, this hasty retreat?” asked one of the other parents.

“I can hide until this ‘engagement season’, or whatever you call it, is over.”

“Unacceptable,” said another woman with heavy accent. “He hides until we go away, and then one of the Hogwarts students goes and mates with him. They have an unfair advantage since they live the whole year at the same school. No, unacceptable. We have to settle the situation now.”

Murmurs of agreement were heard from all the parents.

“I’m afraid they are right, Harry,” said Dumbledore. “None of the dominants will choose another submissive, while you are still available”

“What if I don’t want to mate?”

“You can run,” suggested Lucius Malfoy, with a smirk on his face, “but whoever catches you has the right to mate with you.”

It took Harry exactly half a second to decide what to do.

“Accio firebolt!” Harry yelled. “They will have to catch me first,” he said, mounting his broom and flying away as fast as he could. He could hear the others summoning their brooms as well.

(Great, they play mute while stalking me in the woods, but, as soon as I cast a spell to get away, they all remember how to talk.)

Glancing behind, he could see at least five other brooms in the air. Apparently, not all of them had managed to get off the ground. Now it was only a question of where to hide from the remaining five.

Harry had an idea and immediately looked at the school to try and guess, from the outside, where the Room of Requirement might possibly be. He knew he was cutting it close. He flew in and out of the Forbidden Forest, making sharp turns and flying below the top of the trees so no one could see him from above. When he knew for a fact they had lost his trail, he made his way back to the school.

He managed to get to the correct wall and prayed the spell would work from the outside as well. He thought hard about getting an entrance to the school and flew past the wall three times. Luckily enough, a window appeared out of nowhere and he flew inside.

He landed in a large room that was completely empty, nothing but stone floor and walls and a wooden door. Thanking his lucky stars, Harry hurried to the door only to see it disappear before his very eyes.

“You didn’t think it would be so easy, did you?” sounded a voice behind him. Harry spun around. Sure enough there was Draco Malfoy, holding his broom and leaning against the wall where the large window used to be.

“Let me out, Malfoy.” Harry tried to sound intimidating, but he could tell he was failing miserably.

“Umm… let me think: I outsmarted you, got you locked in a room alone with me, and have the right to mate with you according to every wizard law that I know… should I let my prize go? I think not. I very much like the fact that we are alone in here.” Malfoy walked very slowly towards Harry. His eyes were still completely silver, his hair was wind blown, and he had an aura of power and danger around him. Unconsciously, Harry started to back up.

“Malfoy, this is wrong and you know it. You can’t force me,” Harry said, walking backwards. He could see the room changing around him. He could feel a thick rug beneath his feet, and now there were candles illuminating the windowless room. “I don’t want to mate, Malfoy.”

Malfoy was still smirking and moving forward, following Harry across the room. His eyes roamed Harry’s body, lingering on his bare chest.

Harry took one more step backwards and felt something behind his knees. He looked back and started to panic; there was a large four posted bed behind him, and Draco was still moving his way.

Harry raised his wand and pointed at Draco.

“Stupe--”

Draco threw himself against Harry and tumbled the two of them onto the bed before Harry could finish the spell. The move knocked Harry’s wand out of his hand and effectively pinned him to the mattress.

“Ouch, Malfoy, get off me!” Harry resisted with all the strength he could muster, trying to push the larger boy off him.

“Now, Potter…” Malfoy chuckled and came closer whispering in his ear. “Harry, is that really what you want? Are you sure?”

Harry shivered when he felt the blow of hot air in his ear. Malfoy’s voice sounded so close… he forced himself to concentrate on the fight. He did NOT want to be there; he did NOT want to be touched by Malfoy; he did NOT wanted to feel Malfoy’s tongue touching the shell of his ear, his teeth biting his earlobe softly, the slow, hot, wet trail of kisses down his neck, the pressure of Malfoy’s hips against his, Malfoy’s thigh finding its away between his, the pressure on his groin, Malfoy’s hands exploring his bare chest, touching his nipples, the trail of kisses and bites going back up his neck, along his jaw, a tongue caressing his lower lip, begging for entrance.

Harry couldn’t hold back a moan as he opened his mouth to welcome Malfoy.

“You are not sure, not completely sure,” said Malfoy, while undulating on top of Harry, making him moan and move his hips to the same rhythm.

“That is it, Harry, show me how much you want this. Show me how much you want me to touch your body,” encouraged Malfoy.

“Merlin, please, Malfoy, stop.”

“No, don’t say stop, my beauty,” said Malfoy slipping his hand inside Harry’s pants and wrapping his fingers around his erection. “Say more. Ask me for more. Tell me you want it harder, faster; tell me how much you want me to please you, to make you cum.”

“Ahhh!” Harry was loosing it; he had felt from the minute Malfoy had touched him that his body was not responding the way it was suppose to. Malfoy was in charge of his body now. It no longer obeyed Harry; it simply did everything Malfoy commanded it to do. “Malfoy, please…”

“Please, what, my beauty? Tell me what you want.”

“No, please, let go.” Harry’s brain was not helping either: it kept pointing out that, even while he was begging Malfoy to stop, he was not actually pushing him away.

“Of course, my beauty, I’ll stop if that is what you really want. Is it?”

“Yes… Oh, Merlin!... Malfoy, please, stop.” Harry was panting with need and couldn’t hold back a whimper when Malfoy did stop and raised his head a few inches away from Harry.

Draco knew Harry was acting out of habit when he begged him to stop; the veela attraction was way too powerful to be ignored, but that was a habit he wanted to break right way. His mate couldn’t go on asking him to stop. It was annoying. He smirked; he knew just how to put an end to it.

“I’ll make a deal with you.” His hands were still traveling on Harry’s body and making him shiver, distracting him and keeping him from thinking logically.

“W…what deal?” asked Harry, gasping for air.

“Stop fighting me for five minutes--no fighting, no resisting, no ‘Malfoy’, call me Draco—and, if after five minutes you still want me to stop, I will and I won’t let any of the others get anywhere near you either.”

Harry considered this for a moment. Now that Malfoy had move away all, he wanted was for him to go back to the kissing. Five more minutes of kissing would be good and, after that, Malfoy would keep the others away. Yes, kissing was good, more kissing.

“Ok,” was Harry answer.

“Ok?” Draco arched an eyebrow. “What is ok?”

“I won’t fight you… I’ll kiss you… touch you…please, Draco.” Harry’s hand found its way into Draco’s hair and pulled him closer; this time, Harry was the one starting the kiss, not even noticing when Draco wandlessly put out most of the candles before pulling him into a tighter embrace.