Secret of the Male Veela

AN – Veela Sexuality: I’m not sure if I made this clear enough, but the female veela is by default the dominant sexual partner in any relationship with a human due to their greater bedroom prowess. (Took the dominant female/matriarchal idea straight from the Drow actually) I do believe this is a break from every single non-slash story featuring Fleur/Gabrielle/OF veela. Yes, there was the stereotypical fight but the issue was that had Harry lost, which was what was expected, he would have become the slave.

Posted: 1/7/2006
Beta: Yogert

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Chapter 3: I’m a Male Veela?

As the girl took in the sight of the Room of Requirement, Harry guided her to one of the long comfortable looking sofas. He sank on one side and pulled the French beauty down beside him.

“Oooo la la… zis iz amazing, ‘arry!” The rather heated and emotion filled talk, though draining, seemed to reassure and calm the girl somewhat, but alas it wasn’t over.

“Indeed.”

With all the time he had for himself, Harry had spent it exploring Hogwarts hoping to unlock its various and tempting secrets. Aided by his extensive knowledge, which was supplemented with occasional forays into the Restricted Section of the library at night, Harry came upon many pleasant surprises, the present room being one of them. It was most fortunate that Dumbledore didn’t seem to have been keeping an eye on this room. But Harry’s newly developed photographic memory did recall the headmaster talking about finding a restroom in time of need in his first year. Harry suspected the old man knew this place very well, but just didn’t expect him to know about it at this point. Nevertheless, a quick scan of the surrounding showed that the room may still yet serve his purpose.

Soft and smooth delicate hands snaked under his clothes. Harry groaned as he felt his skin being expertly kneaded. The sex kitten pawing and purring all over him gave him a coy smile that almost melt his resolve…almost.

“Ok, enough Fleur, stop that. We need to finish our talk.”

“‘arry.” The stern tone of his voice clearly surprised the girl, but she didn’t stop her treatment.

“I said ‘enough’.” A slightly depressed and frightened look crossed the lovely girl’s face as she realized her lover wasn’t in the mood to play… not enough at least. She was aware at that point that at least some part of him was very much in the mood.

“I don’t understand. We ‘aven’t in almost a week and you want to talk?”

In response, Harry pulled the veela’s limbs from under his clothes.

“We’ll fool around after but if you don’t want to talk now, you know where to find me when you do.” Commented the Gryffindor with a very forced indifferent voice as he started to get up.

The response was instant as Fleur leaped forward to drag Harry back into the sofa.

“Please don’t leave…I’ll talk.”

Seeing her love gazing at her coolly didn’t raise her confidence much but at least he wasn’t going to walk away.

“What would you like to know, master?”

Times like now, the position of authority that Harry found himself in seemed appropriate.

“What you promised to tell me that night? Your behavior that night and now? What you think happened to me, and what do you think of our future?” Harry listed off the top of his head.

Fleur nodded with bowed head as if in deep thought.

“Dezpite ze amount of attention the wizards of the magical ‘orld pay us, most know very little about the veela. You know how it’z assumed we are only female right?”

Harry nodded. “And I have wondered how your species prevent itself from going extinct by being bred out especially since I don’t think you are immortal or asexual.”

Fleur couldn’t help but smile at her lover’s keen observation skills.

“Zat iz correct. We reproduce sexually and we do age, albeit much more slowly than ‘uman wizardz and witches. You’ll see when you meet my mama and papa.”

Harry instinctively filed the fact that his lover said ‘when’ rather than ‘if’ to the back of his mind.

“Ze truth iz zat while malez can’t ‘normally’ be veela, they can carry the gene so that their daughterz can be veela. But more importantly, one thing most wizard bookz don’t talk or talk very little about iz that the veela gene iz very, very strong. Muggle genetic theorists came clozest to describing it in a concept called super-dominance. (1)”

Some information stored in Harry’s mind clicked.

“I think I have heard of the concept. I take that it relates to how a progeny, in this case a female with even a faint trace of the veela gene will likely be part veela with a tendency to exhibit the full features of a pure veela?”

Fleur was really impressed now. Mate’s checklist: check for intelligence. Harry only smiled with a hint of smugness. While he never made it known to Hermione, he always found some things of muggle studies to be fascinating, especially their scientific and technological research. The magical world could learn a lot from these so-called ‘normal’ people.

“Zat iz mostly correct. But in addition to super-dominance, the success of the veela breed iz also dependent on shrewd mating choices. Veela females, and to a lesser extent, veela gene carrying males naturally seek out the most potent partner to mate and procreate with.”

Harry frowned slightly as it started to make sense now.

“It’z why I choze you. I knew you would be strong.”

“I guess I should be flattered.” Muttered the young boy even though secretly he really was flattered. How many boys his age had the luck of getting jumped by a gorgeous, foreign, exotic, and older natural blonde?

“That doesn’t explain why you attacked me though.” His veela lover blushed in response as she tried to apologize. “…I’m not blaming you necessarily, just wondering.”

“The same factorz zat drive super-dominance and our mate selecting habits also make us sexually dominant creatures. Also contrary to public belief, in a normal mated relationship with a human, a female veela iz always sexually dominant, though she may and often does chooze to be subservient in other placez such as public life.”

Harry had a really bad feeling about this. “But you called me master…”

“True, master; because instead of the other way around you managed to dominate me. And very thoroughly too, I might add.” The veela giggled as her lover groaned.

“Tell me what I think you mean to tell me even if I’m going to regret it.”

“I’m pretty sure, no, I know for sure zat you must be a male veela, ‘arry.” Fleur deadpanned.

‘Aw…Bloody, fucking hell. How in the blazes does this always happen to me?’ In his mind, Harry screamed, yelled, shouted and cursed.

“What does that mean exactly? Am I like you, or what?”

“Yes, in a way the male veela is similar to the normal female veela, but he is also much, MUCH more than simply a male equivalent of itz female namesake. Wordz like special and unique don’t even dezcribe the chance of a male veela living at any point in time. It’z so rare zat most of the wizarding world ‘az dizmissed it as urban legend. There’z no logical basis or explanation for their existence. The last one iz rumored to ‘ave lived around 1000 yearz ago and there’z no proven written record of him, though there are speculationz of hidden texts and diaries.”

“Ok…so?”

Here, the girl paused for a moment and Harry’s curiosity got the better of him.

“Spit it out, Fleur.”

“The male veela is extremely powerful. In fact, most of the non-human magical world considerz the male veela to be somezing like a messiah or divinely chozen prophet leader. When they learn about you, I suppoze zome might even view you to be a god like the vampire god Amara or the werewolf king Lycaeus.”

As Harry’s mind seemed to have frozen, he missed the slight depression in his Fleur’s voice. After all, this revelation really took the cake as far as surprises go. And as he saw the look of awe and adoration on this veritable goddess’s face, the oh-so courageous Gryffindor golden boy just about lost his it.

“I’m sorry for my recent bouts of disrespect, master. Please forgive your humble slave. Would you now like me to address you with a more appropriate term? Perhaps Masterful Excellency or Revered Divineship?”

The fact that Fleur sounded perfectly serious and even a little frightened as if she had somehow grievously injured him really, really freaked Harry out. The only thing that prevented the 4th year student from running out the door and screaming down the hall was the fact that the veela girl was now almost spread out on top of him and had him effectively pinned in place.

Brutally forcing himself to focus and rationalize the situation, Harry got over his initial shock. Somehow, he suspected that Fleur may be over blowing things. Being unique is one thing, being some sort of god is another. On the other hand, the whole thing is oddly reminiscent of the wizarding world’s reaction to his lightning bolt show at age one.

“Ahm that’s ok…anything else?”

‘Please say no…’ Harry prayed.

“Oui. Pleaze for your own safety, don’t tell the wizarding world anyzing, not Dumbledore or your friendz, pleaze. I beg of you.”

The raven-haired boy sighed. He should have guessed there was something but at least this is an interesting warning. While Harry had no intention in spreading this new information around, Fleur seemed extra scared that he might.

“Why’s that? You said the magical world considered me to be something of a deity.”

“The non-magical yes; vampires, werewolves, fairies, and, of course us, veela.” Here the older girl gave a cheeky grin, which Harry found to be much more pleasant than the timid mouse routine he’d been getting through out this long talk.

“But the ‘uman wizarding world ‘ould despize you and most likely hunt you down. Every single male veela of legend ‘az opposed if not waged war against human wizardz and witches. The last male veela, Thanatos, waz rumored to hav ‘ad waged a bloody conflict against the wizarding factions of Salazar and Gryffindor, both founders of Hogwartz I believe?”

“Yeah, but I don’t recall hearing anything about a war where they were on the same side.” Granted, Harry never did pay attention in History of Magic with Binns, but he doubt he or others would have missed something that would have sent the Hogwarts student body into uproar. Gryffindor and Slytherin as allies? That’s blasphemy and some would likely argue against the fundamental laws of magic themselves.

“It’z not somezing human text books would talk about, and even amongst the non human magical populations, it’z kept mostly secret. But I thought you dezerved to know.”

‘Talk about turning your world upside down.’ Harry mused how by virtue of something he has no control over, he’s now turned once again or will be turned once again from hero to villain in the wizarding world.

“Fleur, look at me. Even though I don’t like it, I really appreciate that you are telling me this.” The veela nodded, pleased that she wouldn’t be punished for being the bearer of bad news.

“There’s someone powerful here at Hogwarts that thinks I’m the perfect puppet for his plans. When I learned about what he has done; what he’s doing; I felt so much anger, rage and even hate so that I really want him to suffer. I want my puppet master to suffer badly. Fleur, I …love you and I love you as a person, not just as a sex slave, concubine or whatever.”

The veela felt as if her heart wanted to leap out of her chest, but forced herself to remain calm and attentive.

“But, please for both of our sake, don’t ever make me see you as a puppet master.”

Let it not be said that Fleur Delacour was simply another pretty face. For all her supposedly ‘ditziness’ and her mimicry of a generic airhead and though not necessarily the most skilled or able fighter as shown by her performance in the Tri-wizard tournament, the veela was still fairly talented and very intelligent. She knew this was the one golden rule Harry Potter has and had a pretty good guess as to who the master puppeteer was.

“I’ll remember zat ‘arry. May I ask, iz zis person…iz it Dumbledore?”

Fleur smiled slightly as the Gryffindor looked genuinely impressed.

“How did you know?”

“I sensed ‘im brushing against my mind once and he retreated when he realized I waz shielded. I told Madame Maxime but I don’t think she did anyzing. It never ‘appened again but I waz suspicious ever since.”

Harry’s eyebrows arched upwards as if he thought he caught something on his Slytherin radar.

“Was this before the first task?”

“Why yes.”

‘That conniving bastard…’

“He used Hagrid to run interference.” Seeing Fleur’s momentarily look of confusion, Harry explained. “Hagrid’s our half giant groundskeeper who’s dating your headmistress. I saw them getting cozy before the first event.”

Fleur’s face took on an expression of understanding before darkening. Harry nodded.

“He’s good, alright. But how did you get to be an occlumens?” This was an unexpected but pleasant surprise. Harry had been somewhat concerned about Fleur’s mind being open and vulnerable to attack. The girl smiled.

“It’z one of the benefitz zat comez with being a veela. You ‘av it too, I believe.”

“Are there other benefits?” Asked Harry absent mindedly, but blushed as Fleur answered ‘of course’ with an impish grin.

“Come here, you.”

The two teens fooled around on the sofa, teasing and tickling each other until they were a laughing, squealing mess. Eventually their excitement wore off as they snuggled against each other on the comfortable leather as only two lovers can, enjoying each other’s light caresses.

“Since you have been honest with me, I should do the same, especially since it appears you can guard your mind.” A serious look came over Harry as he pulled Fleur up and held her at arms length.

“Something happened on the day of the 3rd task when I was portkeyed to Voldemort…” To the veela’s credit, Fleur didn’t flinch, but then again, she was a foreigner and Harry suspected that Voldemort wasn’t exactly big news over on the continent. Not yet anyways, though based on the plans Harry extracted from his nemesis’s memories that could change. This is it. Of all the things he was unsure of, knowledge of his new association with the Dark Lord was one he didn’t particularly want to share with anyone, even his lover.

“He had one of his servant draw some of my blood to resurrect himself.” The blonde gasped. “As soon as the ritual was performed, I immediately began to absorb Voldemort’s memories, though the process wasn’t complete until around next morning after you left. Do you think that had anything to do with me being a male veela? To be truthful I still am not sure about that especially since as you said not a lot is known about them. And how come all this has only been happening recently?”

“Male ‘veela’ iz not a race or breed, like female veela rather it’z a state of being. A pre-matured male veela could in theory be a male from any race and there’z ‘ints of a defensive mechanism that keepz them from ‘arm before their magical maturity. Though I don’t see ‘ow obtaining Vous Savez Qui’s memoriez may ‘av ‘elped you.”

“Say Voldemort.”

“Excuze-moi?”

“Say Voldemort, not the you-know-who crap or its French equivalent.” As much as he hated to admit it, but Dumbledore was right about the fearing one’s name thing, though he was fairly sure his lover only avoided saying his name because of conventions and not out of any sense of fear attached to the name. Fleur, nevertheless, nodded in understanding.

“But I think I understand now. Gaining Voldemort’s knowledge and experience allowed me to successfully duel and escape the Death Eaters that night and it would be a perfect compliment to the power boast I acquired…assuming I’m really this male veela you speak of. Are you sure about that?”

“Oui, ze more I think about it, ze more I’m certain. In fact, I’m sure zat you magically matured into a male veela and bonded me to you at the same time.”

Harry winced. Though it has led him to being bonded with the gorgeous and talented veela before him now, he was nevertheless horrified with how he had acted, even if it had been in virtual reality and even if it seemed as if he was fed potent aphrodisiac-like air while there.

“‘arry, I told you it’z not your fault. I waz the one who forced myself on you.”

“Yeah, but… you didn’t succeed, I did… and beside when you say ‘force,’ you are over-emphasizing how it might have been against my own will. I only resisted because I thought giving in meant I would be abandoning the fight against Voldemort.”

Harry’s self-deprecating statement won him a million watt smile from the veela girl, much to the Gryffindor student’s confusion.

“Oh, ‘arry. Don’t you see. Zis iz what makez you so special. Besides, what makez you think you did anyzing against my will. Even though you were rather enthusiastic, I wanted it. Ze world’z most dominant veela would kill to be your slave like me, ‘arry.” The girl stated with a sigh of contentment. Harry smiled, but shrewdly tried hard not to let that statement inflate his undoubtedly already inflated ego. After all, pride comes before the fall.

“So you are ok with me having parts of an evil dark wizard in me?”

“Memoriez, not partz, ‘arry. Besidez I wouldn’t care if you were one yourself, az long az I can be there beside you.”

“But…” Fleur shushed him with a finger to the lips.

“You’ll understand az you learn about what you are. Besides as a veela, you’ll be much more sexually charged. You ‘av realized zis yes?”

Harry nodded. “Just for the record, I really couldn’t stand not being with you, Fleur. I needed you like I needed air, but I didn’t want to seem like I was using you just for sex.”

“Thank you, ‘arry, but you are wrong. You didn’t need me, you needed sex, though you might ‘av preferred your partner to be me, someone else would ‘av been fine.” Fleur held up a hand to stop Harry’s fervid protestations.

“It’z who you are, ‘arry. Male veela alwayz ‘ad multiple partners.” From all the text, rumors and legends, that singular quality of the male veela was unambiguous and universally agreed upon.

“But I only want you.” The conversation most definitely took a surreal turn when the woman was all but telling the guy to get a harem while the guy was trying to dissuade himself of the notion. For Fleur, it was very endearing but she couldn’t bring herself to feel too good about it considering the two possible kinds of result: At best, it meant she would have to share her lover; but at worst, she could lose him altogether to other girls after her. Could she survive that latter nightmare? Could she survive being separated from her joy? The veela shivered mentally. No, absolutely not…

It made what she had to say next all the more difficult, but she must. She promised that she would not hide anything from him.

“You’ll want otherz, ‘arry. You ‘ad hot flashes of other girlz, yes?” Asked Fleur seriously. Harry only managed to nod numbly.

“It’z your body reacting to the lack of release. It’z why I thought you were wiz otherz. For while I know you mean well, I didn’t think you would be strong enough to resist. I waz wrong, ‘arry. You were stronger than I could imagine…but even you can only resist for so long…”

“And when we leave school…” Harry trailed off.

“I can try to arrange for you to come to France or me to come back ‘ere sometime later in the summer, but I would most likely not see you for weekz if not months… not if we want to remain secret.” Considering Harry lasted less than a week, (he had no doubt what will happen at the end of their talk) the fact that he’d be having sex with other girls during the summer need not be said.

Once again, Harry nodded numbly.

“What about you, Fleur? Will you…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the thought.

Fleur blinked in confusion for a few seconds before she realized what her younger lover was concerned about.

“No, ‘arry. I’m yourz remember?” Harry of course knew but he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around this asymmetric relationship. The veela found Harry impossibly cute as he tried to work out what it all meant for him. If they were normal, Fleur knew she would have held on to him like a life preserver. Alas, that was not to be, but even then it might not be too bad in the end. For all her reservations, Fleur knew that she had picked the best man possible to guide her into in the world of polygamous relationships.

“So if you won’t sleep around…why do I have to? That doesn’t seem fair.” Stripped off the need for Voldemort’s knowledge and experience or the need to be sly and cunning, Harry ultimately was still a 14 year old… going on 40 of course.

Yep, best man possible indeed…Fleur thought with a smile.

“Life’z not fair, but I’ll be ok. I’m not ‘appy about what you’ll do…but I understand and I can live wiz it.”

Harry sighed. Something like this normally should have been exciting and arousing but for Harry it resembled a nightmare. But he still needed to be shrewd and logical about this. The last thing he needed was to alienate and hurt Fleur further by letting emotions and hormones guide him.

“So, where am I supposed to find another goddess to take your place Fleur?”

Harry asked and as expected, the veela forgot her woes temporally and blushed prettily.

“When the need iz great enough, you’ll know, ‘arry. Do you have any idea of who you’ll…?” Fleur trailed off in her question, trying but definitely not succeeding in keeping her tone nonchalant.

“To be truthful, I have no idea. Would muggle girls work?” Offered Harry half jokingly, half seriously. Considering he hasn’t got a single friend much less potential girlfriend thanks to Dudley’s crew and his uncle and aunt, he didn’t put much stock in that statement.

“Zat would be perfect!”

“Excuse me?” The Gryffindor boy almost choked on air and his own saliva.

“Well… zat’z what I would have preferred. Becauze mugglez are not magical, if you ‘av sex wiz them, they could not bond wiz you even accidentally nor could they…” Fleur blushed at the end as she turned away.

“… Steal me away from you?” Harry ventured a guess. The reddening of the blush confirmed his guess. He rightly guessed that the beautiful girl, despite everything he said, could not but feel slightly apprehensive and afraid of the future. Unfortunately, it seems as if there wasn’t much he could do at this point to reassure her.

“I didn’t want to manipulate you to choose your partners.” The Gryffindor boy nodded in understanding.

“That’s true, but this situation is unique. If I have to have this harem or orgy thing, the least I could do is let the girls already in it have a say as to who I should let in.” Harry was glad to see that this condition cheered his companion up, even if it was just a bit.

“Still there’s the matter that I’m suppose to what… use these muggle girls like prostitutes? Use ‘em and discard ‘em, right?” Fleur had no answer for that, and Harry found himself swearing not for the last time that day. It was a classic damned if he did, damned if he didn’t… and all it mattered was who else was he going to damn with him.

“This is messed up Fleur. How am I supposed to look another girl in the eye from now on when chances are I’ll be seeing her as a piece of meat?”

“It wouldn’t be zat bad, ‘arry.” The veela reassured, wrapping her arm around the boy. This unlikely role reversal of comforter and comfortee was enormously empowering for Fleur. It made her needed and wanted.

“If it makez you feel any better, I’m sure it would be an experienz of a lifetime for them.”

“Because of what I am?” Asked Harry a bit darkly.

“Oui, but also because of ‘who’ you are. You would make sure they enjoy it, and they will. Zat’z more than what most can expect from other boys or men for ze rest of their livez.” Fleur stated smoothly with self-professed candor. Harry nodded.

“Even so, what about you? Would the bond hurt you or cause you pain when I’m with another?”

“I don’t think so or else a male veela’s ‘arem would never survive. In fact, I believe ze bond would allow me to feel a bit of what you feel so az long az you like the girl, go ahead, it might do me some good as well.”

Fleur laughed at seeing his expression.

“You are so easy, sometimez, ‘arry.”

“Am I now.” Grinned Harry impishly as he did something that caused the veela to shriek in surprise.

“Wha…what are you doing, ‘arry?” The foreign girl knew exactly what he was doing of course.

Harry thought deeply for a second. Like the fateful night of the 3rd task, much has happened today. Part of him want to just lie down and not think about anything for days, but another part is very well aware that he was alone, with an absolute dynamite of a girl, with no chance of interruption and that part was very interested in moving on to more interesting things.

“We aren’t going to see each other in a while, right?” A nod.

“And I have neglected you lately haven’t I?” A more hesitant nod.

“I thought I better make up for it then.” Fleur’s bright blue eyes opened wide as she squealed.

“I have made you scream before. Let’s see if I can make you squeal just like that.”

After muttering something along the lines of ‘mon dieu,’ the veela then surrendered herself to her lover’s sweet kisses as he deftly disrobed her.

Sometime later…

Fleur moaned again as Harry nipped at her neck tenderly.

“Are you sure you want me to leave, ‘arry?”

Two hours later, Harry decided to call it quits, deciding to take pity on the poor veela girl, who had already been knocked unconscious twice. After waking up, said veela then extracted a promise from her lover to not attempt to practice abstinence again least he literally shag her or some other poor girl to death with all that pent up sexual energy. Harry thought that was mighty hilarious…until he noticed he was the only one laughing

“Hmm…yesss.” Harry answered rather hesitantly after giving an exaggerated agonizing sigh of defeat. The veela laughed as he finally released the still half naked veela, allowing her to dress unhindered. Watching the beautiful girl putting on her bra and then fit back into her school robes, Harry realized that watching a girl dress was almost as if not more arousal than seeing one undress. Of course, he had to fight extra hard the urge to ripe the clothing off as that would have been counterproductive. And despite all odds, Harry managed to restrain himself and got dressed as well.

“So, see you soon, like tomorrow?”

“Of course, ‘arry.”

Harry smiled in response. They wasted a lot of time recently and he wanted to make sure the veela girl was seeing stars throughout the summer or at least until they meet up again.

“Should I come to find you?” The Slytherin minded Gryffindor thought about it. It probably wouldn’t do for him to be caught sneaking around areas of the Ravenclaw dorm, which was where the Beauxbatons students were staying. At the same time, he didn’t want Fleur wandering the halls alone and without a guide.

“Here take this.” Motioning Fleur closer, he pulled out his Marauder map.

“What’z zis?”

“Watch. I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good. Cool huh?”

“Wow, zis iz fantastique! I can zee everyone.”

“A gift. It has an interesting history, which I might tell sometime. Use that to find me from now until the end of the school year.” Just to make sure, Harry uttered a spell to automatically highlight him on the map.

“‘I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good’ is the activation phrase. To close it, say ‘Mischief managed’.”

Harry handed Fleur the map and gave her a kiss on the lips.

“See you tomorrow.”

“Of course, master.” The veela gave him a naughty smile while pinching him, causing the boy to jump slightly in surprise. Harry made a show of chasing the laughing vixen as she dodged out the doorway.

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Ten minutes later, a very satisfied Harry was walking down the hall, lightly whistling a cheerful tune. Nothing could ruin his mood at this point, not after two hours of great makeup --

“Potter!” Out of habit, Harry winced as he saw the pampered ferret flanked by Dwindle Dumb and Dwindle Dumber stroll arrogantly towards him. Looking around, the Gryffindor realized he had in his absent-mindedness somehow wandered close to the dungeons. He could see several Slytherins on the peripherals of his vision and sensed about half a dozen or so more nearby. He was a lion in a snake’s nest. What fun!

Harry’s smile grew as he folded his arms behind him.

“Now that the dark lord’s back, he’ll make you pay, Potter.”

“Ah, Malfoy, old chum… how’s your old man?” His rival’s cheerful greeting caused the haughty Slytherin aristocrat to redden with anger. Harry guessed from the fury on his school enemy’s face that Malfoy Senior had the misfortune (or fortune depending on one’s point of view) of being burned that night but as his clumsy son hadn’t tried to curse him yet, he guessed the elder Malfoy wasn’t one of the fatalities… pity.

“You… you’ll pay for it, Potter!” Harry rolled his eyes.

“So you have told me repeatedly. But I can’t help but notice that after four years I’m still here.” Harry said all this, turned away from the angry blond, as if he wasn’t worthy of his attention. The Gryffindor knew that this casual dismissal of the narcissist and pompous boy would be an inexcusably offense in his eyes.

“You…!” Harry was sure the foolish Slytherin was prepared to raise his wand against him until a strange light passed over his eyes. The Gryffindor tensed as he realized what it was…Snivelus. Harry felt his wand grow hot within his robe pocket but forced himself to remain calm.

“Come on Potter. Let’s settle this here and now.” Taunted Draco. Harry chuckled at the obvious attempt to egg him on, calmly looking at him and then at his two sidekicks before returning his attention to his school enemy.

“I don’t think so. It would be much too unfair for you and your cronies.” He could feel the slimy git behind him seconds away from blowing the casket at ‘Potter’s arrogance’. Let him attack, let him overestimate himself and underestimate the Potter offspring, let him…

“Oi, Harry Potter!” All the would-be combatants turned to see half a dozen or so girls in light sky blue Beauxbatons uniforms run up to them.

“Yes?” Harry ventured, looking at the gaggle of French students, while keeping the rest of his senses on the Slytherins around him. Most seemed vaguely anxious, some looked at the dungeon and at the Slytherins around them with distain and disgust, while a few were looking at him with an unusual amount of interest. He really, really hoped Fleur hadn’t been talking about them.

“‘arry!!!” Harry heard a brief squeal of excitement before he clomped by small girl with silver blonde hair like her sister.

“Gabrielle?” That was all he managed before the precious eight-yea-old spitfire started running off mixed French-English sentences and phrases. It was five minutes, before a flustered Harry finally calmed the hyperactive child down.

“What are you doing down here? I didn’t take you bunch to be terribly fond of snakes.” Harry smiled wickedly as he felt the Slytherins heat up with anger, but unable to do anything about it.

“10 points from Gryffindor for --”

“For what, Professor Snape? I was only offering a speculation to our lovely foreign guests.” The potions master glared back, knowing that he can’t do anything, but nevertheless willing the impudent Gryffindor to whither under the intensity of his stare. Harry only smiled, completely unperturbed at the appearance of the hated teacher. The Beauxbatons females watched wearied, sensing the hostilities directed at the sole Gryffindor fourth year student, but unwilling to distance themselves from him. One because, their oblivious pint sized charge was currently all over the English boy. And two, because they would rather take their chance with the famed champion of Hogwarts than with these shady looking characters crawling in the dark.

“Excusez-moi, it appears as if we are lost and are looking for a way back to the Ravenclaw common room.” A calm feminine voice called out in perfect English with only a hint of a French accent.

“Of course, Draco Malfoy will happily escort you back.” The Slytherin head of house drawled. The Beauxbatons girls turned to see the Slytherin make an exaggerated gesture of puffing his chest out. Most were not amused at the looks the Slytherin male had. The same girl looked back at Snape dead in the eye.

“Actually, we would prefer that Harry Potter show us the way. That is if he’s not busy, of course.”

Seeing the pleading looks from young Gabrielle and a few of the other girls, Harry had no problem acquiescing to the demand, much to the fury of the Slytherins. The young Malfoy looked like he had swallowed a bug.

“I would be happy to.” He gestured for the ladies to go first as he turned to the side, so that he was facing both Snape and Malfoy. He guessed that while a couple of the older Slytherins might be more problematic than Malfoy in a fight, it was these two that would ultimately cause one. If he watched these two and unsettled them enough so that they would think twice about attacking him, Harry doubted any one else would cause a problem. Once the last girl was just about to go out of sight, Harry spoke with the same smile on his face.

“By your leave then, professor.” The Slytherin head of house nodded stiffly as Harry jogged off.

Harry audibly heard several gasps of relief as they exited the dungeon area. Mounting a few stairs and they soon came to a portrait of Morgan le Fey. Normally one wasn’t told about the location of where the other houses were located, but with the exception of the Slytherins, the other houses were pretty loose about who knows where they are. Harry learned where the Ravenclaw common room was soon after that night with Fleur.

“I find it hard to believe that all of you could have wandered so far down, especially with such a young child.”

The same girl, who stood up to Snape, looked at him up and down.

“No, my friend ran off somewhere so I was looking after her sister. But then someone informed me that one of the Beauxbatons’ students might be in trouble in the dungeons with some Slytherin boys. I took a few of my friends to rescue her. Alas… Gabrielle tagged along.” Dark looks crossed the girls’ faces as Harry finally noticed the sullen tear stained face of a pretty brunette who didn’t look to be older than him.

“Luckily, nothing had happened when we arrived.” Harry nodded. It didn’t surprise him considering what kind of filth some of the Slytherins’ parents were, but it did surprise him that they might try this on a foreign guest.

“I’m terribly sorry for the behavior of my fellow schoolmates.” Stated Harry sincerely. “Ah miss?”

The frightened girl shrinked back instead, making Harry feel distinctively uneasy.

“That’s Sophia. I’m Regine, senior prefect of Beauxbatons.” Answered the young woman as she offered one of her elegant, slender hand.

Relived to see that these pretty and mostly older French girls felt no hostility against him, Harry decided that it probably wouldn’t hurt to charm them up a bit.

“Enchanté, mademoiselle.” Greeted Harry in what he hoped was acceptable Parisian French as he took the offered hand and bent down to lightly kiss it. The act seemed to have worked as all the girls seemed on the verge of squealing in excitement. Regine was more composed, but Harry could see the mirth dancing in her crystal blue eyes.

“A gentleman and a knight… in an Englishman too… You need not apologize, Harry. You don’t mind if I call you that, do you?”

“Of course not, what kind of guy would mind a lovely girl calling him by his first name.” Lovely didn’t do the vision of beauty before him enough credit. The girl could almost pass as Fleur’s double…almost being the key word as the veela carried a certain flare of exotic, super-human beauty that no human could match. But aside from the slightly different shade of blonde hair, a fraction of a coloring off in the eyes, and perhaps being an inch or so shorter and less curvy, Harry had to admit objectively that the French prefect was as hauntingly beautiful and gorgeous in the same categories as his veela lover. Of course, he would never admit it to Fleur, unless this was one of the ‘friends’ she was talking about.

Harry had to try very, very hard to pull himself from going down ‘THAT’ track. Whether the French girl then laughed because of his remark of because she sensed his previous thought, he wasn’t sure of. But he waged a mighty battle before succeeding in defeating his natural instinct to blush.

“It is we, who are indebted to you for your help, Harry Potter.”

“Though I’m not certain if my help was necessary.” Harry countered as he glanced down towards where he sensed Regine had kept her wand, hidden behind her back just centimeters away from her fingers. The blonde prefect didn’t respond, but Harry could tell that his keen observation had impressed the girl.

“‘arry. Sign an autograph… so I can show Fleur?” Giggled Gabrielle as she produced a postcard for Harry to sign. Seeing their youngest step forward, several other girls seemed then to have gathered the courage to approach him for autographs as well.

The 14-year-old boy blinked. This wasn’t what he expected, but seeing the expectant wide eyes expression on little Gabby, Harry found he didn’t have the heart to say no. Thirty minutes later after some more small talk, the exhausted Beauxbatons students decided to return to their assigned dormitory. Several bid Harry adieu while giving him rather lecherous grins. Gabrielle motioned Harry down where she kissed him on the cheek before disappearing through the Ravenclaw door. A blushing Sophia followed suit to the light laughter and amusement of her schoolmates. Finally only Regine and Harry remained.

“Fleur was right. You really are one of a kind, Harry.”

“My fellow champion has been…talking about me?” Questioned Harry trying to be as nonchalant as possible. He hoped he had succeeded, but feared he didn’t given the Regine’s widening smile.

“My friend thinks fondly of you, and she says that your various skills and abilities are very ‘impressive’.” Giving a light laugh, the Beauxbatons prefect disappeared before Harry could ask what she meant by that.

Left standing alone in the empty hallway, Harry wondered if he should be concerned with the turn of events. On one hand he really preferred that no one knows about him and Fleur, but on the other hand even if he assumed Regine knew, it didn’t look like that would be too bad a thing, especially as she seemed more interested in joining them than using their relationship as blackmail material. Should he be pleased with that thought, or be disturbed that he was so willing to ‘lay wild oats’ so soon after being with Fleur?

Bah, Fleur pretty much told him to just let it be…right?

‘I’m probably over thinking this in any case.’ Harry thought as he cleared his mind. Fleur’s one in a million, but her friend too…a bit far fetched even for him. But no matter what, it seemed that the Beauxbatons prefect knew something was up. She also seemed like the protective type…marching into the snake’s nest to retrieve an underclassman. So maybe he could help them a bit in order to add a little more incentive for Regine to, well… at the very least like him. With that thought in mind, Harry marched off towards the headmaster’s office.

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“Headmaster!! You can’t believe this boy’s nonsense…it’s utterly --!!!”

“And the words of self-interested Slytherins are more believable --”

“Gentlemen, please.” Albus called out. Snape spluttered for a few more seconds, until a harsh glare from the old man silenced the wayward potions master. Harry quieted immediately. This was what he expected so there was no reason for him to waste his energy on this. He knew he was in the right and as long as he kept calm, Dumbledore had no choice but to give in.

“Severus?”

“This is ludicrous. My students have assured me that they were perfectly honorable in their treatment to our foreign guest and that any course of action, of which none did occur, would have been consensual.” Snape shot a hateful glare at Harry, who calmly ignored it.

“Harry?”

“With all due respect sir, the word ‘consensual’ means awfully little when there’s half a dozen 6th and 7th year boys surrounding a single 14 year old girl, don’t you think?”

A red-faced Snape jumped to his feet.

“This is slander! The boy has no proof. Why have none of the girls come forward?”

Recalling memory of what Fleur said about Dumbledore trying to mind probe her.

“I think it has to do with the fact that they don’t think you’ll do anything, sir. They are probably going to avoid coming out, then write to their own ministry when they go home about the appalling behavior of some Hogwarts students. Then, the British ministry’s going to be involved, who would force the board of governors to act, which would conduct an investigation on the school. But I’m sure you can deal with that.”

Snape paled dramatically as Dumbledore sank in his chair. Harry could see that he hit on something. Forever, good, benevolent and forgiving Dumbledore didn’t want the board involved.

“That’s an interesting analysis, my boy. Care to tell us how you would know so much?” The wizened mage asked suspiciously. Harry pointedly avoided looking either figure directly in the eye.

“Here and there and I have talked with the Beauxbatons champion since the tournament. She wasn’t too impressed with our school or with the teaching staff, sir.” Harry decided to use Dumbledore’s own technique against him and told a half-truth to ward off suspicion rather than make up a lie outright.

“I see.” Dumbledore noted with an indeterminate look.

“Oh, come on, what do you suggest we do Potter? There’s no evidence of wrong doing by my students.” Snape challenged. Harry smiled before responding smoothly.

“Yet, there was clearly a perceived instance of hostile intent, such that honored foreign guests felt threatened and unsafe while residing with us. Sir, don’t you feel that it would only be right and courteous if the appropriate figures of authority made the appropriate public and private apologies?” Harry tilted his head in an obvious motion towards Snape.

“Why, you insolent brat!!!” The potions master advanced on the Gryffindor 4th year with his wand drawn.

“Severus!” Dumbledore stood up, radiating power outwards in such amount that even Harry felt Goosebumps run along his neck. He was impressed, but did well to hide it.

As the headmaster dropped back down into his chair, Harry knew he had won. As much as he was willing to accommodate Snape the horrific actions of his students, Dumbledore could not and would not tolerate the possibility that some outside force might come in and indefinitely usurp control of the school. Dumbledore most likely would have come to the same conclusion of making an apology without Harry’s interference, but by taking the logic of the argument as his own, he ensured that Snape would be inherently against any attempt at reconcile with Beauxbatons, making Dumbledore’s job that much harder. Harry had in essence helped drive a wedge between Snape and Dumbledore, which in his book was a very good thing.

“Thank you, Harry. We shall take what you have said under consideration. Is there anything else you wish to talk about?” The headmaster added hopefully. Harry shook his head while resisting the urge to scowl. How many times in the past did he feel the urge to admit all his wrong doings and innermost secrets at a similar question from the old wizard? Too many, most likely.

“You may go then.” The headmaster stated, dismissing him with far more cheer than was appropriate. Tossing his hated professor a dark look only he could see, the Gryffindor exited, quite pleased with what he had accomplished.

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“Listen, you bitch. If I find out you lost me that pussy….” Potter’s ears straightened with interest as he heard loud voices arguing.

“You can’t find your own dick if someone pointed it out for you…”

“Shut up, you lesbian mudblood-loving slut.” Hearing frantic shuffling of feet, Harry sprinted closer to the source of the noise. Being the Gryffindor golden boy he was, Harry couldn’t really ignore the possibility of a bully forcing himself on an innocent girl.

“I’ll teach you a lesson, you…” Harry leaped from around the corner, wand raised, and a vicious curse on his lips…

… to see the large Slytherin boy, most likely a 7th year student, hunched over in what looked like a painful position. A short girl stood beside him, a sneer plastered over her face and her foot raised so that it looked like she had kneed the bigger male right in the…

“Ouch.” Harry felt him wince in sympathy as the tall brute slumped over, his hands clutching his family jewel as he curled up in a fetal position.

“What do you want, Potter?”

Harry blinked at the hostile tone and the wand pointed at him. He slowly pocketed his wand and then raised his hands to show that he meant no harm.

“I heard some noise and thought you might need some help.” Harry tried to smile charmingly, but the girl didn’t drop her cold countenance. Harry was impressed. Though he wasn’t really directing any of his powers, it was still the first time a girl didn’t melt before the newly minted male veela.

‘Guess being a veela has its limits.’ Thought Harry, not sure if he should be pleased or disappointed. But wait, it could also be because she was not attracted to him…or males in general, right?

“Sorry that your assistance is not needed, Saint Potter. I can take care of myself.”

Harry frowned at the sneering tone. Looking at the Slytherin robes and then taking in the sharp features framed by long strands of jet-black hair, he made the connection.

“Daphne Greengrass.”

“Bravo. The high and mighty Gryffindor Golden prince knows humble little old me. I feel so honored.”

Of course, Daphne didn’t sound honored at all. More like…annoyed or irritated. For some reason, Harry only smiled wider in response, finding the sharp and witty Slytherin’s distain for him to be quite refreshing, much to the amazement of his schoolmate.

“What do you want, Potter?”

“I guess I should thank you.” Dark brown eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“What for?”

He was taking a rather wild guess, but he was fairly sure he was right.

“Those Beauxbatons upper class girls wouldn’t have known one of their own was in trouble unless someone tipped them off, which their prefect confirmed for me. As our mutual friend here…” Harry lightly tapped the unconscious boy with his foot. “…probably guessed, that person was you.”

Daphne scowled, clearly not pleased a Gryffindor worked it out.

“Yeah, with brutes and scum like these around, I was just looking out for my own, what about it Potter?”

“Your own? As in the girls? Calm down, your personal life’s your own business. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything.” Offered Harry neutrally as the Slytherin girl dropped into a defensive stance.

“Get real, you think I’m offended these fools call me a lesbian? I’m one of the smart ones, Potter; something I can’t say for all your fan girls. You guys are all the same, even if you just happen to have gotten a tad smarter and smoother than the rest of the lot. I’m sure you enjoyed being fawned over by those French chicks, right?”

Deciding that there was no easy answer for that, Harry opted for remaining silent.

“I’ll be watching you, Potter.” The black haired, Ice Queen of Slytherin sneered before walking off. Off handedly, Harry wondered what caused the pretty girl to be the misandrist she was today…and if he could change her worldview.

Harry shook himself of that crazy thought. Of all the girls that would undoubtedly fall for him and he thinks about going after the one who wouldn’t. What a joke… But he probably should keep an eye on her all the same. He doubted the cunning Slytherin would take kindly to him taking dozens of Hogwarts females into his harem and he was certain she was clever enough to make trouble for him if she wanted or felt the need to.

Still, that was another problem far in the future… when he got a harem for one. So, with memories of his earlier time with Fleur and the smiling faces of her fellow Beauxbatons schoolmates, Harry strolled back towards Gryffindor common room, whistling a light tune. Life for the first male veela in a millennium looked to be going just fine.

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(1) I made this up for plot purposes.