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


Chapter 20 – We Have an Understanding


Harry threateningly glared at his school hood rival, who stood smirking a few inches away. His anger wasn't really due to the fact that said boy had decided to tag along, but being shocked out of his deep thoughts; about his life's changes, by the Slytherin slamming his hands down on the table was one part of it.

The other part being that Malfoy must have thought it would be funny to put his face inches away from Harry's, Harry of course reacted by tumbling backwards and out of the chair, landing on the floor in a very ungraceful heap.


"What's wrong Potter? Scared of the big bad dominate?" Draco mocked, glade he made the decision to come back and torment the Gryffindor golden boy.


"Boys please, it is too early in the morning to be fighting." Pomfrey spoke, patting Harry on the back to calm him down. If she was completely honest with herself, it was quit hilarious to watch Harry react to Malfoy's antics like a cat would with a dog.


Pomfrey stopped when she felt Harry entire body stiffen under her hand, his emerald green eyes fixed on Malfoy with a mixture of fear and confusion. "Harry dear, is everything okay?"


"What did you say?" Harry stuttered, his eyes never leaving Malfoy.


"I asked –"


"I said is the perfect Potter afraid of me?" Draco answered, stopping Pomfrey's reply.


"No you said dominate, you said you were a dominate!" Harry shouted, unknowingly taking a step back from the Slytherin.


Draco rolled his eyes. "Yeah, so?" He took brief note of Potter retreating motions, and smothered the urge to follow the green eyed boy.


Harry took another step back, bumping into Pomfrey who was standing behind him. How could he have not sensed that Malfoy was a dominate, it was resonating off the taller boy in waves. He growled frustrated at his carelessness, his eyes darting around the room for his escape route.. There was no way in hell he was going to let another guy claim him, especially if that guy was Draco Malfoy; the prince of pricks.


Draco bit his lower lip as a shiver ran down his spin at Potter's low growl, he knew Potter had no idea the effect his simplest of actions would have on a dominate, but it still pissed Draco off. "Will you stop that!" He growled at the smaller boy.


His aggressive tone seemed to hit a cord with the dark haired Gryffindor, as the look of helplessness and panic dissipated in a blink of an eye replaced with anger and defiance. "Then stay the bloody hell away from me!" Harry snapped back.


"Please, don't flatter yourself Potter." Draco yelled back; stepping forward, unable to suppress the smirk when Potter didn't step back. He could feel the adrenalin pumping over time in his body, making him feel more alive than he'd felt in a long time. Of course Potter always had this effect on him, he always challenged him, made Draco feel exhilarated. He could sense Potter allures; although they were now effectively subdued, Draco knew the crazy headmaster would think of something.


He attempted to take another step forward, when a pair of hands appeared on his shoulders hindering his progress. He turned to glare at the owner of said hands and was greeted by the face of his very irritated godfather; who's left eye had begun to twitch.


"What did I say about not wanting to play referee." Snape grounded out.


Draco snorted turning away, it wasn't like he started it, Potter was the one who had to go and growl at him. He looked back to his opponent to find that the submissive was no longer standing in front of him, instead he had been ushered back to the table. Draco smirked when he notice Pomfrey quietly reprimanding the Gryffindor, who was pouting cutely. 'I never noticed how full and pouty his lips are-' Draco stopped mid thought, his eyes widening, he did not just think Potter was cute and had full and pouty... and very tempting lips.... Damn it Malfoy, get a hold of yourself! Potter's Potter... there's nothing about him that is appealing! Stop looking at him! Turn away! Crap now he's starring at me! Say something...'


"I-"


"What are you doing here?" Draco spun; startled by the question, to discover Black in the kitchen doorway glaring at Severus.


This was quickly put to a stop when Remus Lupin slipped by the animagus; slapping him on the back of the head as he passed, into the kitchen. "Sirius, don't start, it's too early in the morning." The werewolf then proceeded to Harry; flicking the boy playfully on the forehead. "And you, don't go wondering off by yourself without telling someone first. You nearly gave us a heart attack, when we woke up and you were gone."


"Sorry." Harry apologized, rubbing his forehead.


"Oh, Harry!" Draco recognized Granger's voice, effectively side stepping to avoid the path of her rampage aimed at Potter. "You should have woke me up." She pulled a chair out, taking the seat behind Potter since Pomfrey had taken the one in front of him. "Did Ron wake you? Where is he? He's so insensitive sometimes, but I can't believe I didn't hear him banging on the door."


Harry smiled over his shoulder at his friend. "Actually; surprisingly enough, Ron hasn't got here yet. I just got up early and didn't want to wake you guys, so I decide to make breakfast."


"The Weasels not here? That is surprising." Draco commented, walking over to the cooling cinnamon buns on the counter.


"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" Hermione questioned the blond, trying to sound un-bothered by him in order to avoid a fight.


"What a silly question 'Mione, he's here to be a total ass as usual." Harry answered, using the opportunity of his head being turned to the side; so Pomfrey could examine his charms, to glare at Malfoy.


Draco was about to narrow his eyes at Potter when a brilliant idea come to mind. "Actually Granger you might find my reason for being here quiet interesting. You see my godfather; Severus…" Draco spared a brief glance at the potions professor; who eyes had gone quit wide. "-Brought up an interesting possibility. As you have probably already figured out; I am a dominate Veela." Draco stopped again, basking in the shocked then horrified look on Granger's face. "Oh my, don't tell me the great Granger-know-it-all hadn't figured it out yet."


"Draco, that's enough." Snape stepped forward, looking as intimating as he could. "You've made your point, I was wrong."


"Wrong about what?" Harry turned his gaze to Snape.


"It doesn't concern you Potter..." Snape coldly replied.


"Technically it would concern him." Draco smirked, crossing his arms in front of his chest in defiance.


"Draco." Snape hissed, his left eye threatening to start twitching again.


"Oh Merlin...." Hermione; who had gone into thinking mode and had been starring blankly at the floor, finally spoke. "You want him to be your mate?!"
She stood, demanding an answer from the Slytherin prince.


"Over my dead body." Sirius shoved past Snape and stood in front of his godson, effectively blocking Harry from his nephew.


"That could be easily arranged, Black." Draco snapped at his uncle; his instinct to rise to a challenge from an opponent in his way of a submissive reacted before he could control them.


"Dobby will not let Draco Malfoy hurt Harry Potter!" Came a shrill; unexpected cry from the other side of the counter, followed by various cooking utensils.


Draco growled, dodging the first few before getting hit square on the forehead by a spoon covered in what the blond could only hope was grits. He fell back managing to miss an owl; why the bloody hell an owl had made a nest in the middle of the kitchen floor was beyond him, as the back of his head made contact with the hard tiled floor. He rolled to his side; clutching his head with both his hand, in an attempt to lessen the throbbing pain. "Why the bloody hell do I keep getting hit on the head!" He snapped.


"Hoot...Hoo…" Was the only reply he got to his question.


He cracked open one eyes, his vision was filled with large round brown eyes surrounded by brown feathers. He closed his eyes again, thinking he must have hit his head too hard because he was seeing his father's owl; Odious. A sharp peak to his forehead said otherwise, he sat up glaring at the owl that was licking something grey off its beak. The same grey substance which was currently dripping down Draco's face; the blond let go of his head to wipe his face and immediately regretted it. "Stupid bird." He groaned, grabbing his head once more.


"Don't blame him for your clumsiness, Malfoy." Said a soft soothing voice from right next to him, he knew it was Potter before the boy knelt down next to him. His body stiffened at the close proximity of the submissive, he cursed under his breath as Potter's scent drifted around him.


"I'm not clumsy, Potter. It's your stupid friends who keep attacking me." He replied, trying to sound as offended as possible; which was increasingly hard due to his current position.


"Then stop provoking them." Was Potter answer, he lend forward picking up the utensils scattered about the floor.


"Harry get away from hi-" Came a muffled shout from Black, who was silenced by Lupin and Pomfrey's hands on his mouth.


"It's okay, he's not a threat. There's no way Malfoy would want me for his mate, he hates me. I hate him. We have an understanding." Harry tuned, smiling at his godfather, who was being forced to take a seat at the table. "Right, Malfoy?" Harry turned to the platinum blond who had been starring at him since he knelt next to him.


The Slytherin looked startled, but quickly regained his composer. "Whatever." He snorted, shifting his gaze to the last utensil still on the floor.


"See everything is…" Harry trailed off when he noticed blood smeared on both Malfoy's hands; he sat up on his knees to peer at the top of his rivals head. "You're bleeding." He said calmly, he brought his hand up, letting his fingers lightly touch the platinum blond hair. He ignored Malfoy's hiss of protest as he lend closer to examine the injury.


"I don't need your help Potter." Malfoy protested, but remained still as Potter examined his abused head.


Harry sucked in his lower lip in concentration, ignoring Malfoy's comment. "It doesn't look too bad." He gentle ran his finger over the small cut, his eyes widening as he watched a trail of gold light emit from the pads of his finger into Malfoy's wound. When the inch long cut vanished, Harry pulled his hand away as if he had been burned.


"You have the gift of healing; figures you'd be the one submissive in centuries to have it." Draco commented when Potter quickly moved away; leaving his head feeling good as new.


"Healing?" Potter asked looking at him like a lost puppy.


"It's not a hard concept to understand, submissive Veela have a natural calming quality about them, due to their ancestors ability to heal. Over the generations the ability thinned then was lost altogether. My grandmother was the last to have it but it is quite weak, she only has the ability to heal herself." Draco answered grabbing one of the towels scattered on the floor to wipe his hands. "It probably ran in your family, it would explain your ability to recover so quickly all those times you got hurt."


"Wow, it was really nice of you to explain that Malfoy." Hermione said as she came over to where the two boys were seated on the floor. Both boys quickly stood up, putting distance between themselves.


"It must have been the hit to the head." Harry said as he walked the utensils over the sink, dumping them into the soapy water.


"Whatever it was, it proved you two can get along if you try." Pomfrey commented, putting her tools back into her med-kit. "I think it's a good idea that Mr. Malfoy spends some time here, Severus of course will also stay." She turned her authorizing gaze on the Potions professor when she heard a disgruntled snort. "After all, it was his idea as Mr. Malfoy clearly stated."


"Yes I think that's a wonderful idea Poppy." Came an unexpected agreement from none other than Remus Lupin; who still had his hand firmly on Sirius mouth, effectively muffling the animagus' disagreement.


"But-" Harry tried; his confusion from Remus' agreement evident on his face, but was cut off by a pat on his back from Hermione.


"I agree, who better to learn about Veela then an actual Veela." Hermione said, her mind drifting of its own accord to the other night when she had seen Ron comfort Harry. The flare of jealous and worry crept back into the back of her mind, she closed her eyes a brief moment to chase them away. It was silly really; the thought that refused to completely leave, Ron wasn't interested in Harry. And Harry seemed to be against the idea of being mated to a male, so why then did she still feel this way, why did the idea of Harry being Malfoy's mate seem more and more tempting by the minute.


"If you all really think it's a good idea, I guess I could put up with him." Harry sighed, smiling at Hermione; not noticing the look of guilt that washed over her face for a moment.


"Then it's settled. I'll be off; there are a few things that I must take care of at the infirmary. But I'll be back this evening to make sure the bunch of you haven't killed each other." She walked to the door, stopping next to Severus. "I except there to be good examples set by the adults." She shifted her gaze to Sirius; who was currently fuming at the table.


"Of course." Remus reassured her, his hands securely placed on the animagus' shoulders.


She nodded, then left.


Harry spoke breaking the awkward silence the kitchen had fallen into. "Well… who's hungry?"

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