fiendish

Chapter 5- The first day of school

This is an alternate universe/dark Harry/creature/slash fiction. If you don't like it, leave. It contains mild language, and slash in future chapters. Harry Potter and his associates belong to J.K.Rowling, not me. for the purposes of this story i am borrowing information from forgotten realms. this is also copyrighted. i am not making any money, so don't sue. try to enjoy my first fiction story

AN- i am so sorry this one took so long to come out, but works been a bitch, and christmas is right around the corner (Bah Humbug). this chapter is somewhat short, but i should update again really soon
thanks for the reviews

AN2- i just realised that i uploaded the rough draft , rather than the beta'd one- so here's the proper one. oh, Btw- thanks go out to my wonderful, exoctically beautiful, gifted, intelligent (can u tell i'm sucking up?) beta, Kay


Draco had a problem.
He had woken up well before Harry had, and unfortunately, with Harry draped over him, he couldn't escape without waking him up.
And, from the dark circles under his eyes, Draco could guess that he hadn't had a good nights sleep in quite some time.
So, here he was, sprawled in a rather undignified manner on his stomach, wings extended, with Harry laying across one wing, and his back. Which was all well and good, Draco was quite comfortable pinned beneath his mate.
No, the problem was that Harry kept nuzzling Draco's wings in his sleep.
Draco shivered as he did it again, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
It was undignified, immoral, and completely and utterly-
He whimpered.
“Oh god”
Indescribable.
So here he was, underneath the most beautiful guy he had ever laid eyes on, with a raging hard on, and completely unable to do a thing.
As Harry began to slowly wake up, Draco tried to discreetly pull out from underneath him, only to be pulled into a tighter embrace

A few hours later, after a brief explanation, and a very, very cold shower, Draco escorted Harry to the first class of the day- double potions, using every part of his aristocratic training, and using the vampire to push down the veela within to stop himself from skipping.

// “it was you who stopped those dreams?” Harry asked, an incredulous expression on his face
“um.. yeah- you don't mind do y-”
He was cut of as Harry's lips pressed against his own for what seemed like an eternity
“Thanks”//

They had decided to hide the bond from the rest of the school, well, Harry had decided, and asked the blond veela to keep it a secret from his family. Draco knew he was being wrapped around Harry's little finger, and found he didn't really care.


Potions was a joke. Harry had done this particular potion many, many times- magical hospitals were always in need of a potion that could blind people, and, when made in large amounts, the profit margin was very, very high.
He and Draco had partnered up, and between the two of them they had easily finished the potion within the first ten minutes, and the two vials of blinding potion sat corked on the desk.
Around them, a few people had finished. A tall, rabbit like Slytherin, and Hermione had finished only a few minutes behind them- mainly because both were working on their own. Blaise and Pansy would be done in a few minutes, as would the Hufflepuff over there- but the rest of the class was, well... sad.
The presence of the Seven saviors of the wizarding world had convinced many students, especially amongst Hufflepuff and Gryfindor to attempt to try out to become aurors. Not only that, the ministry had interfered, forcing Professor Snape to take in all students who got at least an acceptable on their owls- because it was a necessary course for aurors.
Snape, of course, was being a malicious bastard, and Harry enjoyed watching him berate a random Hufflepuff girl, and make her cry.
It was even more enjoyable to watch him verbally attack James and Alben. Alben had been making the potion perfectly, and then, whilst Alben's back was turned, James had, without measuring, dumped an entire jar of powdered umber worms into the cauldron, resulting in the tar-like substance in the cauldron.
“But Professor,” James whined “it said to add the Umber worms”
“Don't be an idiot Potter,” Snape replied “it said one ounce, not a jar”
Harry listened to Snape for a while longer whilst carefully adding a sprig of rosemary to the potion he was brewing, watching as it dissolved on contact.
“Mr Potter, may I ask what you are doing?”
Harry looked up to see Snape looming over him
“Draco and I finished early”
“And?”
“I thought I could practice another potion, whilst the rest of the class-” Harry looked over to see Alben frantically trying to correct the potion, and a trio of Hufflepuffs (no one wanted to pair with Granger or Nott) whose potion was emitting red smoke and green sparks “erm.. caught up.”
The nearby Slytherins (and others) all watched to see the outcome.
Snape seemed to pause a moment, to consider.
“Five points” he said slowly, pausing again “to Slytherin- for showing innitiative”

All in all, Harry was surprised at himself. Not only had he survived Potions- a small dark room, filled with the incredibly delicious smells of Snape and (even better) Draco- he had managed to earn five points in his first period.
Well, it was his spare now -the first of two in a row- and he planned to spend it in the library, mentally debating the bond with the cute veela, whilst the said veela was in arithmancy, a subject Harry felt you could only do so many times before you threw a rather heavy two hours worth of calculations out the window.
Harry still maintained that said notes threw themselves out the window onto the headmistress, not himself.
Sitting himself at a table, he once again pulled out a rather large book on rather difficult transfigurations and once again, pretended to read.
The bond pulled at him. It was like nothing he had ever felt. He couldn't shake the thoughts of Draco from his mind.

His pale blond hair.

His steel grey eyes

His soft, angelic wings

His lips

His body

Harry's mind was being torn apart. Experience told him that he was setting himself up to be shot down. The harsh, unstoppable thoughts ripped through him in whispers.

He'll only hurt you.

He doesn't really want you.

Who would want you anyway?

It’s all just a trick to hurt you again. Dumbledore and your family only set you up to make you feel pain again.

Don't fall for it Harry.

But he was. Logic piped up a voice. Veela truly love their lifemate- no other. Draco chased away the bad dreams.
Another little voiced started up.

How many times have you been kissed Harry?

Harry shuddered. -Too many-

How many times have YOU kissed someone?

-Just once. This morning-

How many people let you kiss them? Actually let you take control?
How many would you want too?

-Just one-

In spite of all the arguments for and against, Harry could still not make a choice, and decided he needed to distract himself. His eyes circled the library, before stopping on a familiar looking, bushy haired Ravenclaw headgirl.
Perfect.
He got up and walked over to her table
“Hey,” he said “mind if I sit here?”


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Hermione was having the time of her life.
“And then, with Snape standing right beside them, James added pixie wings instead of stewed leeches-”
“How did he manage that?” Harry asked
“No idea- anyway,” she continued, relishing this particular tale “The entire cauldron exploded and, when the smoke cleared, the entire class got a view of Snape, Alben and James, all wearing.... Cocktail dresses!!!”
“No way!”
They fell over laughing. Madam Pince, the librarian, harrumphed loudly, but made no move to kick out one of her favorite students, and the quiet boy who had praised her new catalog system, and then listened to her twenty minute explanation on the last day of school holidays.
Hermione smiled.
She'd never had anyone who'd talked to her before- not since her first few years, and even in those delicate times, after she'd taken down a troll, even the upper years avoided her religiously.
Yet here was someone who had asked her about her current assignment, and had somehow known about her time turner- she wasn't supposed to get the assignment till this afternoon- and, before she knew, they were chatting away like old school friends.


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Alben studied Harry from across the library, still carefully cataloging his every move.
Beside him, Ivy was bored.
Every one of the 'Bunch who lived' fitted into a stereotypical role.
James was the prankster and popular student, the natural ringleader. Elizabeth was the popular girl. Rose was the beautiful one, that had everyone sighing at her mere presence. Sirius and Remus were best friends to everyone, and Alben fitted into the stereotypical nerd spot.
Ivy was the Tomboy.
And right now, she was irritated.
“I just don't see why we just don't go and ask him” she said.
“It would be impolite,” he replied, carefully making note of the gestures Harry used
“Well, I'm going over there.”
“Wait- Ivy...” Alben sighed, and turned back to his notes before being interrupted by a tug on his sleeve.
“Alben, could you help us?” Alben turned to look at a bunch of first years he had met on the train “Some of the third years said you could help us with homework.”
“What do you need help with?” he asked with a smile.