Veela Inheritance Problems

Disclaimer: See chapter 01.

Chapter 03

The adults slowly made their way back to the fenced area. The two young men who were unable to accio brooms ran ahead, trying to locate their airborne future mate.

“Well, that was most unexpected,” said Mrs. Zabini.

“Who was that boy?” asked the woman with the strong accent.

“That, my dear, was Harry Potter,” said Narcissa Malfoy, with a smirk much like her husband’s as she sat at one of the tables while being served tea by one of the house-elves.

“Harry Potter is a submissive veela?” queried Mr. Ivanoff whose son didn’t manage to summon a broom. “I demand this whole thing to start over. We were not informed of this and to accio a broom is highly irregular. All the suitors should have the same chance.”

“They did. I seem to recall all of them surrounding Mr. Potter in the forest--a valid setting according to the laws--even before he knew what was going on, like it used to be in the old days. He had no previous notice and yet manages to escape by his own means, no outside help--as it is permitted by the laws--and now the chase has moved to a new terrain of HIS choice. It’s perfectly regular.” Lucius said calmly.

“But…”

“I’m afraid Mr. Malfoy is correct,” said Mr. Zabini, who was sitting by Lucius side. “Although not invited, Mr. Potter is a valid participant of the gathering; we all felt it. Whichever family he ends up with will be strengthened by his blood.” Nobody noticed the glance exchanged by Zabini and Malfoy.

“All the more reason to bring him back here and start the whole thing again.”

“I don’t believe that would be possible,” said Dumbledore, walking in with Ron at his side. “None of the young gentlemen currently involved in the chase will agree to an interruption. Their instincts are quite demanding at the moment.”

“But this completely ruins the day for all the other submissives; I mean how will anyone mate with anybody else before Potter returns with a mate?” asked Mrs. Parkinson.

“My dear Mrs. Parkinson, you do have a point. I suggest we consider this day over and proceed to tea. The gathering will continue tomorrow, when, hopefully, this unexpected situation will be resolved.”

The parents knew there was nothing more they could do—legally--so they accepted the headmaster’s suggestion and settled down for tea. All the submissives were escorted to a special dorm prepared for them, since they could not interact with the rest until they were mated.

Narcissa sat with some of the parents, doing her job as a hostess perfectly. Even if it was not her house, this was still her old school and her country, so it was obviously her obligation. Besides, it was always nice to remind everyone else who the leading family of their society was. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that Lucius and Augustus Zabini were still talking. It was obvious from their body language that a power-game was being played between the two men.

“So, Augustus, you must be proud; Blaise turned out quite nicely.”

“So did Draco, my friend. A fine young man you have there.”

“Yes, very strong blood lines will do that. It would be a shame to lose it now.”

“True, my friend, absolutely true.”

The two men continued to talk, knowing full well what wasn’t said. A variation of that same conversation had been staged at least once per generation between their families for almost three generations now. Neither family had produced a submissive in a very long time, only dominants who would not mate with each other, and, being two of the most prominent wizards families, an alliance between them was most desirable.

Since their sons were now taking mates of their own, perhaps an arrangement could be achieved in order to… facilitate a future match of their grandchildren. Such deals were not strictly prohibited by the laws because, even though pureblood families were proud to acknowledge and even celebrate their magical inheritance, they also made VERY sure it was perfectly clear they were not animals governed by instinct.

Narcissa and Glory smiled at each other, while exchanging pleasantries and pretending they did not know what was being discussed by their husbands. A match between the families would consolidate both at the pinnacle of the Wizarding World, and now there was an extra bonus, something that was already tipping the scales. The cards were already on the table as far as this generation was concerned--two dominant boys and no submissive, a real pity--but the next one. Oh! The next one would come with a child from one of their families and with Potter’s power to boot. Not a prize to overlook.

There was never a doubt, of course, that the real competition was taking place between Draco and Blaise; they were by far the strongest ones this year.

One by one the other young men returned, looking a bit uncomfortable and taking as a personal offense the loss of their intended mate. They only ones missing were Draco and Blaise, until sunset… when Blaise returned.

Narcissa and Lucius shared a discreet smile.

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The room was almost completely dark, with only a few candles lit here and there giving the room an intimate milieu; red roses were beautifully arranged around the room and a table covered with fruits, cheese, bread and wine was set in a corner near an almost extinguished fireplace. Lying on top of the soft mattress covered with deep crimson bed sheets, two young men barely notice those facts.

Harry was floating; there was no other explanation for it. His head was spinning and his skin was burning everywhere it came in contact with Draco. He was lying naked under Draco, who was making sure to kiss and caress every inch of his mate’s body. Harry’s trousers had been thrown to the floor two minutes into Draco’s Time, which had been… less than three minutes ago, he was sure. There was no way the whole five minutes had gone by so fast.

Draco ran his hand over Harry’s thigh. Harry gasped for air as Draco’s hand found its way between his thighs, caressing them all the way up until he touched Harry’s balls. He fondled them lightly before moving his fingers back reaching for…

Harry’s eyes snapped open.

“Wait, stop,” he said, jerking back and almost knocking Draco off the bed.

“Shhh, Harry, It’s all right,” said Draco as he tried to calm the other boy down. 'Too soon, damn it, I moved too soon. He has to calm down, there is no way in hell I’m letting him go'

“No, it’s not all right, Draco. We hate each other. We do,” Harry said, more to convince himself than anything else. He didn’t understand why his body was behaving the way it was, but it had to stop.

Harry kept trying to move away from Draco, struggling against him.

'Fight him off! I have to fight him off; he is not strong enough to hold me down. I won’t submit; he is not strong enough. Unworthy' Harry didn’t stop to think where the last bit came from, but on some basic level he knew that only someone strong enough to force him to submit would be capable of protecting him.

Draco could feel his blood begin to run a bit faster through his veins. The submissive was challenging him, demanding that he prove he was strong enough to protect him from the other dominants and any other threat that might present itself. This submissive was strong and powerful; only a stronger and more powerful dominant would be accepted by this one. He would have to prove himself worthy of fathering the children the submissive under him would provide.

Harry managed to push Draco to the other side of the bed and tried to crawl away. He almost made it out of the bed before Draco fell on top of him, grabbing his hair and pulling his head to have better accesses to his neck, and bit him hard while trying to push his legs apart.

Harry yelled and felt his body going limp for a second. It took every shred of strength he had to roll himself over, knocking Draco off him again, and throw himself off the bed.

They faced each other, breathing hard and bodies ready to spring to action. Harry was kneeling on the floor, never losing eye contact with Draco, who was still on the bed, looking pretty much like a cat preparing to jump.

“You’re mine, Harry.”

“In your dreams, Malfoy.”

“You will be using a different tone of voice and calling me Draco before I’m done with you.”

“It will never happen.”

Draco smirked and launched himself at Harry. They rolled on the floor, biting and scratching, until Harry managed to disentangle himself and run. He put a large couch between him and Draco. They stared at each other again. Draco had a cut lip, scratches on his face and torso; a large bruise was showing at his right shoulder and another one at his ribs.

Harry’s neck was bloodied from the bite Draco had given him earlier; he had scratches on his back, arms and legs, and bruises all over.

They were both out of breath and showing no intention of yielding to the other’s wishes. They circled the couch a few times, changing directions and speed. They were testing their opponent as they prepared for the next round.

The thought of leaving never once crossed Harry’s mind. He wanted to put some distance between himself and Draco, but not enough to lose the blond from his sight. He would not give up, and for some reason he felt it was very important that Draco prove himself capable of beating Harry in a fight.

Draco was feeling very good; he had lasted this long in a vicious fight to prove his worth to his chosen mate. Yes, he had chosen well. This one in front of him was a proud and strong mate, unconquered before, and Draco would have to be equally strong and proud to stake his claim over him. He, Draco Malfoy, had found a worthy mate and would do whatever it was necessary to claim and keep him. Draco jumped on top of the couch and launched a new attack.

Harry was not expecting that move and his reaction was a fraction of second too late. He threw himself to the side, landing on the rug in front of the couch, and was preparing to roll under and escape to the other side of the room; unfortunately, Draco was on top of him before he could implement the plan and bit him again, this time not letting go.

Harry stopped fighting immediately. The pain in his neck and the weight of Draco on him made his body lose its strength. He felt Draco holding his wrists while driving a knee between Harry’s legs, spreading them apart. He felt Draco’s erection rubbing against his ass and knew he had lost the fight.

“Draco, please,” Harry moaned.

Draco noticed Harry’s body relaxing under him and couldn’t hold back a smile. 'Mine.'

He let go of Harry’s wrists, moving one hand to Harry’s hair and using the other to support his own weight.

“Relax, Harry,” he said, licking the bite mark on Harry’s neck. “Everything is all right, just relax.”

Harry moaned as he felt Draco licking his neck before moving to place a kiss on his back. Draco continued to kiss and lick Harry’s back and softly bite his skin, making him relax more and more as Draco kept moving down his mate’s body.

Harry gasped for air when he felt Draco place small kisses on his butt cheeks--only to hold his breath as he felt Draco’s hands spread his cheeks apart and felt a hot, wet tongue found its way down into his crevice. Harry’s brain was sending mixed signals, as if it could not decide whether to stop all together or work at the speed of light. It decided to stop when Draco’s tongue circled his puckered entrance.

Harry writhed and moaned as Draco’s tongue became more and more familiar with his entrance. He couldn’t help but move his hips, pushing himself against Draco’s face. He was vaguely aware of Draco’s chuckles as he begged for more. Harry whimpered when Draco stopped what he was doing to cast a spell.

'What the hell is he doing? Why did he stop? Does he have that big of a death wish? What… oh! Merlin, What is he doing? It that his finger?'

Draco was in heaven: he had his mate lying beneath him, moaning, begging, writhing for him. He had his fingers inside his mate, stretching him nice and slowly, and in a minute he would be taking the final step on the claiming of his mate. He had given the bite already, and now all the other dominants would know that this one had been claimed. His scent would be all over his mate, would be part of him--for ever. That thought proved to be too much for Draco to resist. In a single move he replaced his fingers with his erection, preparation be dammed.

Harry threw his head back as he felt Draco sliding in to him. 'Too much, too much! I’m going to explode! Merlin, I need him; I need more of him!'

“Mine!”

“Yours, oh! Draco! Yours, give more, please!” Neither of them was capable of a coherent thought anymore as instincts took over, and they moved against each other faster and faster until the whole world shattered in a grand explosion that left them nearly unconscious on the floor.

Draco noticed that Harry had fallen asleep immediately and smiled as he noticed that his scent was different now. Draco wrapped his arms around the smaller body of his mate and held him close as he himself fell asleep in front of the fireplace.