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:I like to introduce my amazing beta Kat Seay!!!! ^_^ 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

***Okay, I know what your thinking "I know this story" well you probably do beacues i'm Forsaken Archangel, the sad truth is that I forgot my password and I no longer have the e-mail that was used on my old account. Anyways to make a long story short my new screen name is LostSoul and the new chapters will be posted under this name along with my other stories. Thanks and enjoy.***


Chapter 3-Tea with the Malfoys

Twelve-thirty p.m., Malfoy Manor front entrance.

Ron looked at Hermione, Hermione looked at Ginny, Ginny looked back at Ron.

“No bloody way! I’m not ringing it, it will probably jinx me! You do it Ron!” The female red head argued crossing her arms in front of her chest and gave Ron a scowl that could rival her mother’s.

Ron flinched slightly at the look and sighed in defeat; they had been standing outside the door for nearly fourty minutes. He looked over at Hermione hoping to feed her the puppy dog look, but the brunette girl quickly looked away. Ron knew that meant ‘There’s no way in hell I’m ringing that door bell!’

He sighed again and walked up the two steps, then stood in front of the doorbell looking at it with disgust. But before he even started to raise his arm to ring it, the front door creaked open revealing a very pissed looking Pansy Parkinson and an annoyed Draco Malfoy, who didn’t seem to notice they had company.

“Shove off, Parkinson, I told you I’m not interested!” Pansy flinched, not being used to such harsh words from the blond boy.

“It’s another girl isn’t it? Tell me who it is so I can kill her!” She shouted back, the desperation evident in her voice.

“Ms. Parkinson that’s quite enough, this tantrum of yours will get you nowhere; besides it an embarrassment to act in such a way in front of guest. What would your mother say if she knew that her daughter had forgotten her manners?” Ron and the others couldn’t help but stare in awe as the lady of the house, Narcissa Malfoy, who appeared next to her son, reprimanded the fuming girl.

Parkinson looked back at the three standing behind her and then turned back to Draco. “This is far from over; we will talk later.” With that she turned and shoved her way past Hermione and Ginny, Apparating a few steps later.

Draco looked slightly surprised at his new visitors and then, remembering who they were, he quickly switched to the emotionless mask he had perfected over the years.

“What do you want, Weasley?” He asked trying to pour as much hate in his words as he could.

“Now, now, Draco, is that any way to treat guests?” Narcissa Malfoy put a delicate hand on her son’s shoulder which caused Draco to feel slightly uneasy.

He was still getting used to his parents new personalities; both were extremely caring and strong people and while he was used to the strong part, it was the caring part that he was having trouble grasping.

“Please come in. You’re just in time for tea.” She gave the group a soft smile, causing all of them to gasp audibly in surprise, which the older women pretended not to hear.

When Draco noticed no one was moving to follow his mother who had already left, he sighed and spoke slightly less harshly to the dumbstruck group. “Well, you heard her; come in before you let all the heat out of the house.”

Hermione was the first to regain her senses and reluctantly followed Malfoy, motioning for the others to follow her.

Everyone stayed quiet; all were too busy studying the objects in the hall they were currently being led through. All were unaware of the silver eyes studying them with curiosity.

“There you are, for a minute there I thought Draco might have chased you away.” They entered the room where Narcissa Malfoy sat waiting in a large expenses looking velvet green chair with a single silver throw pillow at her side.

Hermione nodded politely at the older witch and then took a seat between Ron and Ginny on a large black leather love seat. Draco sat in a chair similar to his mothers across from the nervous Gryffindors, who were cautiously looking around the room.

“Oh dear, I just realized I don’t even know your names; it’s not often Draco brings friends home, well besides Pansy Parkinson and of course dear Zabini.” Mrs. Malfoy looked lovingly at her son then turned back to her guest.

Ron was about to open his mouth and object to being called Malfoy’s friend when he felt a hard jab in his ribs from Hermione’s elbow; which quickly silenced him.

“My name is Hermione Granger and this is Ron and Ginny Weasley. We go to school with Mal…Draco.” The brunette smiled, hoping Mrs. Malfoy didn’t notice her correction.

Draco raised an eyebrow in amusement at the use of his first name which caused Ron to glare at him and Hermione to elbow the red head again.

“Weasley? Weasley…Oh, you must be Arthur and Molly’s children. How lovely it is to finally meet you. Luc and I have been planning a visit with your family, but with all the trouble at the Ministry it is difficult to make time to get away.” The blond women starred at the two red heads waiting for them to voice their agreement.

Draco sighed quietly and then explained what his mother was talking about. “Don’t tell me you don’t know? The whole Ministry’s looking for Potter, but every time they get a led it falls through.” As Draco finished his explanation a hint of guilt and anger were evident in his voice.

“Yes, it’s quit horrible, that poor child has been missing for months now. I do hope they find him soon.” Narcissa lowered her eyes thinking how terrifying it would be if it was her dear Draco missing.

The three Gryffindors were in shock to say the least, from what they had heard, but before any of them had a chance to speak a small house elf ran into the room.

“Lady, you have a call ma’am; from your mother, Marissa.” The elf then bowed and ran right back out of the room.

Narcissa sighed and stood, straightening her lovely dark blue gown. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you four to talk; I’m so glad I got the chance to meet you, please tell you parents to call so we can get together sometime.” With that she turned and gracefully left the room.

Draco watched his mother leave then turned his attention back to his visitors. “So, what’s this about? I know you didn’t come over to have tea and talk current events with my mother.” Draco crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to his best to look annoyed and bored with the whole situation.

Hermione frowned at the platinum blond Slytherin, recalling how much she disliked him. Then, remembering why they where there in the first place, she pulled all the emotion from her face.

She looked to her right to see Ron’s hands clutched tightly into fists at his sides and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She knew it was taking all his will power not to pound Malfoy into a bloody pulp.

Her eyes then traveled to her left and for a few moments she studied Ginny, who was playing nervously with her plaid skirt. She suddenly remembered that during their third year at Hogwarts, Ginny had confessed to her that she not only had a crush on Harry, but also on Draco Malfoy. The red head finally noticed she was being watched, blushed crimson and quickly looked away. Hermione smiled briefly, reminding herself to tease the other girl later, then turned back to Malfoy who still looked annoyed.

“Well, spit it out, Granger, some of us have better things to do with our time.” Draco glared at her, even though this had been the most excitement he had had in weeks.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, not sure how to get what they wanted without giving to much information away.

“We need your key, so just give it to us so we never have to see each other again.” Ron said, his fists still clutched tightly at his sides.

The brunette girl was slightly taken aback by the outburst from Ron, who had a moment ago had been grinding his teeth so hard she thought they would shatter.

“My key?” Draco raised an eyebrow in interest, knowing exactly which key Weasley was asking for; after all it was the only key he had that could be of any value to anyone else.

But why do they want that? Draco thought to himself, deciding to play along so he could find out what the three Gryffindors were up to.

“Your Skeleton Grim Key, Malfoy, you still have it, don’t you?” Hermione asked, mentally cursing Ron for not thinking before he spoke.

Draco nodded, settling further into his seat. “So tell me, Granger, did you honestly think you could come into my home and demand that I give you one of my families most valued possessions.”

Hermione had to admit the blond was right and if the roles had been switched and Malfoy was asking for the key she probably would have laughed in his face and kicked him out. “We’re not asking to keep it, Malfoy, we just need to borrow it for a day or two.”

The blond stared at the girl for a moment, then reached into his left pant pocket and clearly said what he wanted, “Skeleton Grim!” He pulled out his hand which now held an ebony key shaped like the skeleton of a wolf with its head pointed up as if in pain. The blond Slytherin then gently placed the key on the table between him and his guests and settled back into his seat.

Hermione eyed the object for a moment then reached forward to grab it; her hand had barely touched it when a loud and terrible cry of pain filled the room. The Gryffindors stared at the key in shock; the wolf was thrashing around and its cries were growing louder by the minute.

“What did you do, Malfoy? Make it stop!” Hermione had pulled back to cover her ears from the cries of the key along with everyone else in the room, including a very amused Draco Malfoy.

“I didn’t do anything! I thought you knew about the key; it only allows the master it bonds with to handle it!” Malfoy shouted at the group, wanting to be sure they heard him over the scream of his key. He then reached forward and quickly picked up Skeleton Grim and stroked it until it was quiet and still again.

Hermione cursed loud enough for the whole room to hear; she had been hoping they wouldn’t have to deal with a bonding. This was bad since it meant only Malfoy could use the key; their hopes of finding out what Lupin and Sirius were hiding were quickly deteriorating.

“So, you’re telling me, unless it’s Malfoy using it, the damn thing will scream it bloody head off.” Ron asked, not really showing what he was feeling about the new turn of events. Hermione nodded her head in defeat. Ron silently studied the girls at his side. “Then he’s coming with us.”

Hermione sat silently starring at Ron as if he had gone completely crazy. “He’s what?! Are you out of your freaking mind Ronald Weasley?!” Ginny, who had been quiet the entire time, shrieked at her clearly crazed brother.

“Well, do you have any better ideas, Ginny? No, I didn’t think so.” Ron stared down his little sister until she angrily turned her head.

“But, Ron, you can’t be serious?” Hermione finally spoke, her voice quieted to a whisper.

“I already told you, ‘Mione, I’d do anything to find him.” Ron looked almost pleadingly into the brunette witch’s eyes.

Draco had been silently listening and watching the Gryffindors every since he had calmed down his key, but at the mention of ‘finding him’ he had to speak. “You mean Potter? You know where he is? He’s still alive? Where?”

It was the three Gryffindors’ turn to raise their eyebrows in curiosity. “What’s it to you Malfoy? You hate him.” Ginny questioned, staring hard at the platinum blond.

Draco narrowed his eyes at her, intending to answer her question when Weasley interrupted. “We don’t know where Harry is, but we think Sirius and Lupin do.”

Draco nodded his head. “So how does my key fit into this plan of yours?”

Ron shifted uncomfortably in his seat, speaking to a Malfoy civilly was making him extremely uneasy. “We were trying to get into Black Manor to look around, but the entire left side has a relocation spell on it.”

Draco looked down at the still key in his hand, now completely understanding the situation. “Tell you what, Weasley; you can use my key, but under one condition. After I open a gap in the spell so you can get through, you have to let me come with you.”

This time Hermione clutched her fist and narrowed her eyes at the blond. “No way, Malfoy, that’s not going to happen.”

Draco acted as if he hadn’t heard the girl and kept eye contact with Weasley, wanting to seal the deal before the red head changed his mind.

The two boys studied each other a few moments longer, until Ron extended his hand to the blond sitting across from him. “Deal, Malfoy.” Draco quickly took the other boy’s hand in a firm shake.

Hermione and Ginny sat quietly; both girls were far too shocked to speak.

“So, you’ll meet us at Black Manor tomorrow at ten thirty in the morning. And one more thing, Malfoy…” Ron stood in the door way of Malfoy Manor, Ginny and Hermione standing close behind him outside. “…no one else can know about this, at least not until we know exactly what Sirius and Lupin are hiding.”

Draco nodded quickly, agreeing with the term, knowing Weasley was speaking about his father and the rest of the Ministry.

Ron nodded back then turned and walked down the path leading to the street; with the two female Gryffindors at his heels. A few moments later all three Apparated, leaving small clouds of smoke behind.

Draco closed the door then turned and leaned heavily against it.

“I take it your friends brought good news.” Narcissa Malfoy stood a few feet away, smiling at her only son.

Draco looked up at his mother with a grin on his face. “You could say that.”