Changes. Senses. Revelations.

Though he had aged considerably through the years, Dumbledore’s eyes still held their unique twinkle that always made Harry believe he knew way more than he was letting on. In in fact the old wizard most likely did. So when the Gryffindor trio had knocked on the door and after being given permission, entered the room, Harry stared at Dumbledore’s twinkling eyes with a slight annoyance. The old man knew what they were about to tell him.

“Now, what is so urgent that you threatened my gargoyle to be let in?”

A hint of amusement etched his tone of voice. “Sweet tarts?” Dumbledore held out the bowl of Muggle sweets with a generous smile. All three students decline while Harry glanced around the room with impatience. He suddenly wondered where Malfoy was. Harry sighed. He didn’t understand this slight infatuation with Malfoy, but he wished would go away. Ron and Hermione were looking at Harry waiting for him to start. He, after all, knew more about what was going on then they did.

Harry sighed once more. “Well Professor you see…” He started lamely. “I think something’s wrong with me. I haven’t felt well all day and last night I think I may have had a grown spurt of some sort.” He sighed in a frustrated manor. “ I mean look at me.”

Dumbledore paused his manner thoughtful as he nodded “Yes, you do appear different, but Mr. Potter that is one of the joys of growing up. We change. Change is good.”

“Not in my case.” The sullen dark haired wizard whispered.

“Professor we think Harry’s changes have a bit more to do with something other than um…growing up.” Hermione hesitated at speaking about puberty with the Headmaster. “He’s had a few um run ins with Malfoy and he mention sensing Veela blood in Harry. Is that possible Sir?”

As she finished speaking all three students where intently watching Dumbledore who seemed fixated on picking a sweet to chew on. He smiled softly at the students.

“Well of course its possible Miss Granger. Anything is possible. Why the other day I believe I stumbled upon that wondering bathroom again and…”

“Professor?” Harry pleaded. He needed to know what was going on. Plus they were most likely going to be late for Potions.

“Oh yes, quite off topic. Terribly sorry.” Dumbledore paused as if thinking something over. “Well Mr. Malfoy’s assumptions wouldn’t surprise me since himself is half Veela. His mother, Narcissa being the full Veela.”

“But I thought Veelas could only be female.” Hermione queried.

“Yes, well that is one known assumption we could label a ‘an old wives tale’ I believe the Muggles say.” Dumbledore smiled softly. “Men can be Veelas, but never full-blood. Male Veelas are a rare thing. Since males can’t be full-blood Veelas they don’t turn in to the alternate creature forms like females do when angered or under extreme emotions.”

He paused taking another sweet. “They will change psychically depending upon whether they are dominate or submissive.”

Harry paled at this considerably. “H-How exactly does one find out something like that?”

Dumbledore paused “Well, your appearance is one way to tell. Dominates are masculine, while submissives are feminine with a softer look.”

Harry gulped “What are their roles?”

Dumbledore gave the raven haired wizard a smile “The dominate is the one that is usually the male of the relationship. Whereas the submissive is the female since they can bare children. But all Veela submissives, male or female can bare children.”

At this Harry paled. There was no way he was the submissive.

“Also a mark on your lower back will appear if you’re a submissive and one at the top between your shoulder blades if you’re a dominate.” Dumbledore chewed on a sweet while Hermione and Ron looked at Harry.

“But Professor, how can I be one. Both my parents were human as far as I know.” Harry paused.

“As for as you know Mr. Potter. I’m going to have to do some research on your Father. Perhaps his family history is more interesting then we though, hmm?”

Harry shook his head. The old man was enjoying this way too much. “Of course Professor.”

Dumbledore smiled “In the mean time keep me up dated on your progress. Perhaps its just a hormonal imbalance.”

“Perhaps…” Was all Harry said at the dismissal. The trio said hurried goodbyes and rushed off to Potions, which they were almost 20 minutes late for.

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They managed to burst through the classroom doors as Snape was listing off potion partners for the year. Snape glared at then with unhidden hatred for disrupting his class.

“So good of you three to decide to join us. 30 points each from Gryffindor for tardiness.”

“But we were with the Headmaster.” Harry glared at the oily professor. Snape stared at Harry for a moment as if only then realizing it was indeed Harry. Then he sneered.

“Do you have a note to prove this?”

The trio groaned. They had been in such a hurry they had forgotten to ask for one. At their silence Snape smirked coldly.

“20 points for wasting my time, Potter.” Snape replied and scanned his list. “Before you three interrupted I was assigning lab partners. Since this is my NEWTS class I expect nothing less than your best and these partners will be the same for the rest of the year. Now let’s see. Millicent and Weasley.”

Ron groaned loudly and trudged over to where the boulder of a girl stood glaring at the red head as he walked over joining her at the table. Snape continued on.

“Parkinson and Granger.” Hermione’s face flushed with anger while Pansy shrieked.

“But I thought Draco and I…”

Snape glares at the pug faced girl “You thought wrong Miss Parkinson. Now get to your table.”

Pansy huffed loudly and stormed over to the empty table with Hermione silently following behind her. Snape turned on Harry who was staring at the floor.

“And Mister Potter considering your inadequate potion brewing skills I have no choice but to partner you with Mister Malfoy. Against my better judgment, but perhaps you’ll manage to not harm yourself this year if you have an excellent partner.”

Snape smirked as Harry’s cheeks flushed a crimson, but Harry wasn’t sure if it was from Snape’s taunting or the idea of working beside the handsome blonde Slytherin all year. If asked he was say it was most definitely from Snape’s taunting. Of course. Harry gave a disheartened sigh and after quick glances towards Hermione and Ron, made his way over to where Draco sat.

The blonde Slytherin continued to focus on his nails opting to ignore the brunette’s presence. For some reason this made Harry’s mood worse. He wanted the blonde’s attention on him, whether it was a good thing or not. He mentally scolded himself. What was he thinking? Wanting Malfoy’s attention. He really was losing his marbles. He set his thoughts to getting out of the lesson as soon as possible to put some space between him and the Slytherin.

Draco gave up focusing on his nails and instead was slightly annoyed with the predicament his Godfather had put him in. Of course Severus didn’t know what Draco knew about Harry or else he wouldn’t have paired the two together. In a sense of things they were a dangerous pair. If one of them were dominate and the other submissive, whether they were mates or not, everything would be fine. But if they were both dominate or both submissive things wouldn’t be as friendly.

He paused in this thinking finally glancing over at the current object of his thoughts. Potter oozed feminine beauty. There wasn’t a chance he’d be any but a submissive. This caused the blonde to pause. Did he just think of Potter as beautiful? No way. It was the Veela blood talking. He sneered slightly and turned away as said Gryffindor turned giving him curious looks. Draco really wished he wouldn’t look at him like that. Potter really was cute whether he knew it or not was another matter.

‘Damn’

Draco cursed himself for slipping up again and thinking about Potter in such a way. He seriously needed some fresh air.

“Potter unless you plan on kissing me or something I suggest you pay attention to Professor Snape’s lesson. I will not be the only one putting in effort.”

The Slytherin drawled softly so only Harry could hear him. Technically he hadn’t meant to say kissing but the reaction he got from the Gryffindor was amusingly priceless and therefore allowed the slip up. Harry gasped loudly and couldn’t fight the bright blush that spread across his handsome face. He quickly averted his emerald eyes turning then on the Potions Professor, who was currently going over the potion they would be brewing the next lesson.

Though he looked it, Harry’s thoughts were far from the lesson taking place before him. Every so often he would sneak glances at Malfoy wondering why he would say such a thing. Kissing? Honestly, Harry would never want to kiss a prat like Malfoy. Not even if the blonde’s lips looked to be as soft as roses. It was a struggle on both parts, but soon the lesson came to an end.

Surprisingly it was Draco who gathered his belongings first and hurried out of the classroom before anyone else. Harry gave a soft sigh as he paused to watch the handsome Slytherin leave. Part of him wanted to go after the blonde, but Harry being of some logic knew that was foolish and simply packed his own things and joined his friends at the door and left walking between them.

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“I’ve collected a few books on Veelas Harry. Perhaps you’d like to read one?”

Hermione commented and pointed towards a short stack of rather large books next to her. Harry gave a sigh and shook his long raven hair, which had grown more over the past few weeks and now came to his shoulders. He had pulled it back in to a ponytail at the base of his neck but occasionally a few strands was slip from his hair clasp and caress his cheek.

“How are you even sure that’s what’s wrong with me?”

Harry replied knowing it was no use. Hermione was certain it was his Veela heritage kicking in and constantly asked him if he had gotten his marking yet. Harry sighed at the look he received from the bright girl and frowned.

“I’ll read one, ok?” He paused as she smiled at him. “Its just going to take some time for me to adjust to all this. I mean who knew?”

Hermione nodded her head sympathetically and continued reading from the dusty tomb she called a book. Ron gave a soft snore having fallen asleep during their little “study” session earning himself a pair of unnoticed glares and a kick from Hermione. The sleepy red head jerk up.

“I have my h-homework Professor…..”

He muttered and rubbed his tired eyes. Hermione and Harry fought to keep their giggles low to keep from angering the Librarian.

“Honestly Ronald. This is or Harry’s sake. One would think you’d pay more attention.”

She scold him from over the edge of her book. Ron blushed at being scolded by his girlfriend and gave Harry a sincere look.

“I’m sorry mate. Its just really late. Almost time for curfew.”

Harry nodded reassuringly. “I understand Ron. We have been here since dinner let out.” He commented softly “Perhaps we should call it a night. Hermione, you have Head Girl duties to attend to.”

He smiled softly and stood up grabbing one of the boos of Hermione’s stack. “I’ll head on up and get a head start on this one.” He paused and muttered a goodnight before either could stop them. He wanted to give them a few minutes to privately say their goodnights before parting ways. Harry hummed softly as he made his way up towards his tower. Not for the first time in the past 7 years did the handsome Gryffindor hate that it was so high up.

As he walked off of the moving staircase and on to his floor he could hear a slight giggle. This made Harry pause as slowly continue further down the seemingly deserted hall. He was about to brush it off as his imagination when he distinctly heard a low moan. This immediately got Harry’s attention and he set out to investigate. Another low moan and he found the door that it seemed to becoming from. Licking his lips that had suddenly gone dry, Harry turned the unlocked handle and opened the door. What he saw shocked him.

There was Terry Boot being kissed on the neck by none other than Draco Malfoy. Harry gave a sharp gasp and dropped his book causing the pair to realize they were no longer alone. Draco immediately let go of Terry, who fell back on the desk he had been leaning against. Both boys appeared surprised by Harry’s sudden appearance, only Draco seemed to cover his reaction better than Terry. Instead of embarrassment at finding them in such a compromising position, Harry felt anger. For what? He wasn’t sure, but he knew that he wasn’t pleased with Terry.

Harry’s eyes narrowed and Draco could have sworn a growl released from the raven haired Gryffindor’s lips. Taking a quick assessment of the situation, Draco stood back from Terry and began straightening his robes. Terry on the other hand stood up and hurried over to Harry.

“Its not what it looked like.”

The brown haired boy started lamely but was cut off by Harry snatching him up by the robes. Fear crossed Terry’s face and Draco stopped what he was doing and stared at the pair. Were they lovers? Had Terry betrayed Harry’s trust? The Slytherin hid a smirk and watched with slight amusement.

“Don’t you ever touch him again…”

The brunette all but hissed the sentence. Terry nodded vigorously, though he was very confused. He knew the Potter/Malfoy rivalry was legendary, but things between them had seemed less tense this year. He never figured Harry would react in such a manner. Harry sneered dangerously at Terry as if deciding if he should let him continue breathing or not.

“Perhaps you should let him go Potter. It wouldn’t be wise to murder him.”

Draco drawled softly causing the attention to be switched to himself instead of the paled Terry. Harry blinked at Draco with wide forest green eyes. He gave a snort and let go of Terry’s robes. The Ravenclaw gasped in relief and bolted out the door not bothering to stay any longer. Draco on the other hand made no moves to leave only folded him arms watching the raven haired Gryffindor that was slowly walking towards him.

“Planning on beating me up Potter cause…”

The snotty remark died on the Slytherin’s lips as Harry continued stalking towards him causing him to slowly back up until his backside hit the wall. He gave a half hearted sneer.

“Potter, what the hell is the matter with you?”

Still Harry spoke no words only continued moving forward until his body was pressed against Draco, causing the blonde’s mask to slip and actually appear shocked. Draco feigned annoyance.

“Potter, stop this…”

A smirked that should be banned from a Gryffindor graced that raven haired boy’s face. He reached up and gently caressed Draco’s face and growled softly.

“Mine.”

Was all he said before pulling the other boy towards him causing their lips to meet in a possessive kiss. Draco could barely register what was going on before the kiss happened. He tired to fight against the other boy, but for some reason his body wouldn’t listen and seemed to purred with delight as Harry’s tongue explored his mouth.

To be honest, Draco believed himself to be dreaming. He was getting kissed thoroughly by Potter….and liking it. He gave a soft moan causing another growl as Harry ground his body in to Draco. Draco whimpered weakly and brought his hands up to tangle them in Harry’s long locks.

For a few minutes they stayed like that simply kissing as if they had all the time in the world. Then Harry placed one kiss on Draco’s lips and pulled away. His green eyes dark with lust. His body screamed to continue but Harry knew he should get to his common room before he was missed. It seemed he could logically think once again.

Draco panted softly his usually pale face flushed from the snog. His molten silver eyes stared at Harry with open lust as if saying ‘Take me now’. But Harry only smiled slyly and touched the blonde’s cheek.

“Mine.”

He whispered before backing away and retrieving his long forgotten book. He glanced once more at the Slytherin who hadn’t moved, before walking out of the classroom and hurrying towards his dorm. Draco waited a moment after Harry had gone and stood fixing his robes. He sighed softly and touched his lips that still felt like they were on fire from Harry’s kiss. He had even been handled in such a possessive way. He briefly wondered what this meant and with wide eyes hurried towards his room.