The broken, The unwanted, and The Inhuman.

Intentions

Harry sat in the compartment with Ron, Hermione, Luna, and Neville. The trio was on one side of the compartment with the couple on the other. All of them where completely silent and had no idea what so ever of what they should say or talk about. A silent pact agreed between all of them insured that the silence would remain until something comfortable or important popped up for them to discuss.

Harry expected them all to get bombarded by people, first years, and reporters. So they all came as early as they could, and got the first compartment in the second compartment of the train. The 5 of the 6 teenage heroes that had found the Horcruxes and defeated the Dark Lord in the same place at the same time were very rare.

Ever since the death of the 6th member, Harry being outside and walking around in public was rare enough.

Luckily there where no reporters, as they had most likely guessed that Harry either wouldn't be going to Hogwarts or he would be taken there by a personal Auror guard... Yeah, right!

Luna took Neville's hand, Neville turned to her and smiled lightly in return, both looking and lost in one another's eyes. Harry, who was closest to the door, looked away. He didn't want to see it. It would loosen his resolve. He couldn't get the fact that less then a month ago, he and Ginny would have grinned at them, and followed suit. She loved to curl up against him and let him hold her and he just loved to be near her.

Another pang of pain came as Hermione now sighed, leaned over and rested her head on Ron's shoulder. Harry bit his lip as Ron moved his arm and welcomed Hermione to come closer. They wrapped their arms around each other.

It wasn't curling up like he and Ginny used to do, but it was close enough to bring a striking pain to his heart. He stood up quickly, his back turned to the two happy couples, and opened the door.

"Going to the bathroom." He said blandly, as all eyes in the compartment had turned on him. He ignored them and walked out. He needed to get away… he needed to calm down, and relax. He knew one of these days he was going to end up completely exploding on one of his friends, or worse, an enemy.

He didn't know how he was going to possibly stop himself from going completely nuts, physically and mentally. He knew it might not be healthy for him, but he had to control himself and his magic.

The last time he lost control it was... Insane.

He had to keep himself in check, and he knew that. Even if it meant suppressing himself for the rest of his life… he had to keep control.


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"You've GOT to be bullocking us..." Pansy said, her eyes intent on Draco (He had been her best friend since 1st year) while her hand laid on the thigh of Blaise (a friend just as long, but boyfriend for the past 6 months).

"You're joking, right?" Blaise said, not believing what he heard.

Draco sighed, and looked to his side. Nott was biting heavily on the sleeve of his Hoody from his place in Millicent's overly plump lap, his black hair falling around his green eyes as both he and his think boned Slytherin girlfriend looked over the Green trio in turn. The leader, the couple, the leader, the couple... looking very much like a overgrown baby, chewing on a chew toy, watching an adult conversation he couldn't understand as he head laid on his mother's lap... ‘Fucking weirdo Emo-kid’...

Draco turned back to Pansy and Blaise as he rolled his eyes. "No, I'm not joking, I've already made my choice. It's him, it has to be him."

Pansy gave a groan of protest and tossed up her arms as Blaise shook his head. "Draco! It's POTTER! He's The Golden Goose, as far as any girls in the world are concerned, and is COMPLETELY off limits to any of the boys… AS HE'S NOT GAY!"

Draco's face registered distaste. "Well, you didn't think I was gay either, did you?"

"Yes we did." Nott chirped from his infantile post. Draco's eyes narrowed as he looked at the boy. Nott grinned childishly at him; Draco decided then that the bubble month curse would do well to clean out the dirty mouth of the fellow death-eater son. Millicent smiled as well.

"Yeah Draco, we did." Millicent said. Draco stalled and blinked as he thought over the girl's words. ‘Wait, was Nott insulting him, or was he hinting that...’

"It's true... We caught wind a while ago, and we where just waiting for you to say something or get caught." Blaise said, shrugging at his best mate.

Draco's mouth dropped in shock as he looked to Pansy. She gave a shrug, and a feminine wave of her hand to the others. Apparently she was with them as well.

"Wait...You mean they knew all along?"

Needless to say, no one answered.

"Ohh, this is gonna be SOO GOOD!" Millicent squeaked as she smiled and started rubbing Nott's back. "The match of the century… with BOYS!! I'm all for it, Draco. I can't wait to see what plan you've got to bag yourself a Potter."

Draco smirked, more than happy the subject had turned to his liking.

"Well, first I plan to find him; he's near the front of the train, and let him know my intentions. And if I'm lucky, the first connection will be made."

"The first connection?" Nott asked, for once looking around his age.

"It's like a normal two-way tracking spell, you dolt." Pansy said, shaking her head.

Draco sounded offended that the connection was cast off a normal second-rate spell. "It can also let us feel the other's emotions..."

Pansy shook her head again. "It's easily broken Draco, if you want to pick someone else. And it fades if Harry is away from you too long. It's not enough to keep him."

Draco snickered. "I don't think so... I say another week, and the second connection will be formed."

"Week? I think you overestimate your charms, Oh Blonde One..." Blaise said bluntly. "Potter isn't gay. He just killed the Dark Lord and will have tons of girls and ALL the remaining death eaters after him. And on top of that, he lost his she-weasel." Blaise said. And everyone, everyone but Draco, was silently inclined to agree.

"And do I even have to remind you that this is POTTER! He's too pure to be bonded to a Malfoy."

"Why do you want him, anyway?" Came the soft, questioning voice of Nott, who still refused to move from his spot.

"THAT'S WHY I WANT HIM!!" Draco yelled, nearing making everyone in the room jump back. His eyes lighting up manically with the thought of the challenge, seeming to glow with lust and anger, as his eyes gleamed over, as if he could see Harry Potter right in front of him.

"He's PURE... he's a VIRGIN... he's STRONG... he's WILLFUL... he loves flying as much as I do... he's CUNNING… he's SLY and he has this ANNOYING ability to seem to care for EVERYTHING. And can get away from EVERYONE... He's PERFECT..." Draco then grinned oddly. "I don't think I except him to submit easily... as a matter of fact, I hope that he fights me tooth and nail all the way to the be-"

"NO!"
"STOP THERE!"
"BAAAAD MENTAL IMAGE!!"
"EWWW Draco. Just... EWW..."

"Hey Draco, there's your lover-boy-who-lived right now." Nott said, pointing out the window of the compartment. Sure enough, just walking by was Harry James Potter.

Draco smiled as he saw the token mass of messy black hair, and jumped out of his seat in order to go after him.

"Wish me luck, not that I need it." Draco said with a smirk as he pulled the door open.

"WAIT Draco." Blaise said and Draco stopped to turn and look at him.

"Does Professor Snape know?" Blaise asked quietly, Draco grinned and chuckled.

"Yes, Severus knows. As a matter of fact, he's helping me. See ya." And with that, Draco walked out and closed the door. The two couples left in the compartment looked at one another and blinked.

"He's serious, isn't he?" Pansy said to Millicent. Millicent could only sigh and nod.

"This can't end well for Draco. Harry was raised by muggles, he doesn't have a clue what it means to be chosen as a mate." Blaise added.

"Draco?" Nott scoffed. "Fuck Draco; I feel bad for Harry."

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Harry paced himself during his walk, relaxing more and more with every step. He could feel his body calming down, and the striking pain in his chest leave, as a wave of relaxation washed over him. He slowed his steps. He didn't know what made him feel like that so suddenly, he never had before, but now, he felt better...

As a matter of fact, Harry stopped walking and blinked. He then smiled lightly for the first time in weeks. He felt… great, the world suddenly seemed lighter, and he felt happier.

"Harry?" Came a voice from behind him. Harry turned around, and looked behind him in order to see... Draco. Draco Malfoy. The last time he had saw him was at the final battle, at the Ministry of Magic itself. Harry blinked as the blond grinned at him.

"You alright Harry?" Draco asked leadingly.

"Yes, I'm fine." Harry answered, wondering if Draco was trying to make amends. If he was, Harry was going to accept and forgive him; Draco had done a lot of good, saved a lot of lives. Harry was in a good mood, and he didn't want any extra burden this year.

"You looked like you where about to explode." Draco commented as he stepped closer. Harry felt himself getting warmer, and was suddenly incised by the presence of the blond boy. Draco was being kind and Harry didn't know why he was feeling warm and affectionate towards the former Death Eater. Draco cared about how Harry felt, Harry was touched.

"I was. I was calming myself, I was a bit worked up..." Harry said, not noticing that the other boy was slowing inching towards him, bit by bit.

"You’re feeling better now though?" Draco asked.

"Yes actually, I am." Harry said with a light smile to the blond. "I'm feeling great."

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"Oye, what's going on here? It's Harry and Draco." Dean said.

"Whoa, really?" Seamus said as he leaned over his boyfriends lap to see out of the compartment. "This should be good."

"Oh, No." Said Daphne Greengrass, a female Slytherin, as she looked away from her girlfriend, Susan bones, to see the commotion.

"Yep, sure enough." Said Susan. "That's definitely Harry, and that's definitely Draco."

"And they’re actually TALKING." Dean said sounding surprised.

"Damn." Seamus added sounding disappointed.

"Oh, I don't know about that. I think it's about to get interesting..." Daphne added, after seeing the way Draco looked at Harry, like he was stalking after him like a hunter after it's prey.

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"Good, Good. Because I wanted to talk to you about something." Draco said stopping a few inches before Harry.

"Sure Draco, what is it?" Harry said, still floating on cloud nine as it where, finding himself looking over the appearance of the attractive man in front of him. Wait… Wait a minute, where did those thoughts come from? Wait a minute, something wasn't right... Oh, well.

"Well, you may not know this, but my grandmother was a Veela." Draco started. Harry blinked and looked Draco over lightly.

"Well, i'm not surprised." Harry said, thinking he was hot enough to be one. He found himself almost smirking, as Draco seemed to take the complement.

"Well anyway, once in his lifetime, a male Veela or part Veela chooses the strongest, purest, most compatible person they can, gets them to submit to them, then makes that person his mate..."

"Oh..." Harry said, the bright and foggy world he was in suddenly feeling deflated at the thought of Draco running off with some second-rate pureblood witch. Wait a minute... why did he care who Draco chose... oh well. Harry felt to good at the moment to care about that.

"So that being said, I want you to know my intentions." Draco said with a sly smile as he moved closer. Harry felt his heart beat faster as Draco came close. Staring at Draco he suddenly felt the urge to grab him, kiss him, touch him, maybe more.... anything to bring Draco even closer to him.

"Oh, er, intentions?" Harry said, now focusing on Draco's lips. So thin, so warm… he wanted to kiss them... But no, wait… Stop! He had to control himself. Besides he wasn't gay! Oh Well...

"Yes, Harry... I choose you and I intend to connect with you, bond with you, and make you my mate."

Harry's mind was suddenly snapped back down to earth with these words. Draco and Harry looked at one another. Harry with shock, Draco with pride. They froze, staring at one another, neither of them talking for fear of what the other would say.

Suddenly a white light shone from Draco's eyes. A steam of magic poured from his eyes into Harry's. Harry jumped back and rubbed his eyes at the light, warm, tingling sensation. He then stared at Draco in confusion and then horror.

"You... did.... what?" Harry said lamely.

Draco smirked again and walked the rest of the way to Harry, grabbing his chin, and suddenly pulling Harry into a forceful, powerful, possessive kiss. Harry was still feeling the effects of what he now knew was Veela magic and was too shocked to react. Too shocked to jump, to fight or even kiss back.

All he could do was stand there as the kiss washed over him, filling him with some odd sort of warm passion that Harry had never felt before. He was lost in the magic, the kiss, and the presence of Draco himself. Finally Draco broke the kiss and let Harry's chin go.

"I will have you Harry... I'll make you submit to me, no matter how long it takes."

Harry's eyes widened as he took in the seriousness of Draco's voice. He had to be joking, this was some kind of prank, this was not happening. But as Draco gave him another grin, then turned around and left, taking his charms and presence, Harry had no choice but to admit the truth... this was really happening.

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Back in the mixed compartment Dean, Seamus, Daphne and Susan all stared, opened mouthed, at the dumbstruck savior of the wizarding world. Then all four, at the same time and in the same tone, all spoke the same three words...
"OH... MY... GOD!"