A War at the End of the World

I don’t own the Potter phenomenon. But is Harry Hot or what. See not a question.


Sorry I took so long to update. Still looking for a beta. If you beta you get to see my working titles and I swear they’re hilarious.


Chapter 5: Shaking Hands

Hermione walked slowly through the hallways looking for Harry. She knew that neither he nor Ron thought she knew much outside of books and classrooms. And in a way they were both right.

She didn’t understand why Viktor liked her, just as she never reasoned why out Ron didn’t pay attention to her the way she wanted him to. Not that it mattered that way anymore, but it was a mystery that one day she hoped she solved. Or not. But still, she was not as clueless as the two boys often believed her to be. Far from it in fact.

Which explained why she was strolling.

Harry needed time to cool off. He was a hothead that didn’t think and often let his heart lead him. Hermione was sure that such actions had their place, but was of the opinion that their place had yet to be discovered. But rather than try and rehabilitate him (more because earlier attempts had failed) Hermione had learned to adapt to Harry’s moods and allow him his alone time.

She got that much about boys. Well, that and the fact that Ron found her about as appealing as squash. She got that too.

Hermione was just about to turn a corner that lead to the hallway where Fluffy’s room had been hidden, a favorite hangout of Harry’s when he was upset, when she heard a loud yelp and a:

“Get the bloody hell off me.” It came from a very aggrieved sounding Draco Malfoy.

Hermione sped up her walk and rounded the corner, and found Draco dancing around while a black floppy eared dog tried using the young man’s thigh as a chew toy. She wanted to laugh and would have too, if Draco hadn’t started yelling at the dog again.

“Harry, get off. I didn’t do this, I swear. I didn’t even have my wand out. Ow. Don’t shake your head like that. It hurts. Bad Dog!” Draco’s voice was vexed, maybe mad, but more off-putting; it was worried.

Hermione got out her wand and sent a charm at the two, floating them both in the air while separating dog from thigh. The witch waited for the wizard and dog shaped wizard to stop struggling before even bothering to speak since she didn’t feel like trying to talk over the two. When dog and boy realized that Hermione was not going to release them until they calmed down both stopped thrashing around in the air and looked at the brown haired girl expectantly.

“Granger! Release me right now,” Draco said. His manner was stiff and regal. Snobbish, as if he expected her to do exactly what he wanted merely because he had asked. The dog for his part let out a sharp bark and maybe whined though Hermione couldn’t tell if it was actually him or not.

“What the hell happened here?” Hermione asked without sounding too rough or too worried though she felt worried and just a touch rough.

When no one answered, no one meaning Draco since he was the only one who could talk at the moment, Hermione flicked her wand at the boy and he began to move up and down like a saltshaker. The dog seemed rather amused by this.

“Granger,” Draco said brokenly as he hurtled up and down. “Stop. I may be sick.”

Hermione pointed her wand at the blonde again and his shaking stopped.

“I’m waiting then and you better make it fast or else it’s more of the same for you.”

Draco stayed silent long enough to make it appear that talking was more his idea than hers. “Harry and I—”

“Since when do you call him Harry?”

Draco growled at the witch. “Since he’s my mate Granger. I’m a veela. And he’s my mate. Nothing you can do it about.”

Instead of being put out by Draco’s words Hermione nodded and looked as if a light had gone off over her head. At least it seemed a bit bright in the hallway.

“Continue.”

Draco gave the girl his best stare. “Harry and I got into a fight about his living arrangements since he is my mate—”

“What about his living arrangements?”

“Do you want me to get to the part where my mate turned into a dog or do you want to ask silly questions that are none of your business.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Go on.”

“Thank you,” Draco said. “As I was saying we got into a fight. He turned into a dog. End of story.”

Hermione managed to control the impulse to shake Draco again. The last thing she need was to have to clean up a mess the pureblood made since it was probably a good bet to say that the boy didn’t know even the simplest cleaning charms.

“What did you do exactly?”

“Nothing,” Draco said annoyed. “I told you that. And will you please set me down. I hate floating.”

Hermione removed the spell from Draco and Harry, but quickly recast the floating charm on the latter when he made to bite Draco once more.

Draco cleaned an imaginary piece of lint off his shirt and then looked up to Hermione. “As I said. I didn’t cast a spell on Harry.”

“What happen exactly?” Hermione started walking around the dog who was quite obviously annoyed with being studied.

“I told you. We argued. And then Potter said something silly about not being my dog.”

“And?” Hermione turned back to Draco.

“And what did you say?” The girl asked. “I know you must of said something to that Mr. Pureblood, but half Veela.”

Draco sniffed loudly and ignored the girl’s taunts. She was ugly, muggle born, and had stupid hair. She was simply jealous. “I may have responded with something equally silly such as ‘you are my dog.’”

Hermione’s eyes brightened and she cried out “Ahah.”

“Ahah, what?”

“You did do this to him then.” Hermione was feeling very triumphant. Research was something she got so much better than boys.

“I told you I didn’t even have my wand.”

“You didn’t have to. And when I say you did this, I mean you made Harry do this,” the girl said grabbing the attention of the black dog.

“What do you mean?” Draco asked suspiciously.

“I’m going to guess that you and Harry have not had this discussion yet and will assume that it is alright if I tell you about it since you happen to be Harry’s mate,” Hermione said while looking at Harry to make sure it was okay.

Harry for the most part was still interested, but could do little while floating so gave the closest thing he could to a shrug in his current form, while Draco wondered what she was talking about.

“So you said that Harry is your mate as a veela, correct?” She paused and waited for Draco to nod. “Well you are also Harry’s mate. He’s a fae.”

Draco to his credit did not have much of a reaction to the news beyond a slight widening of the eyes. The other magical pressure that had been present during the bonding suddenly making sense not that Draco knew that Harry was fae. It was his magic binding them together at the same time that his magic had been doing the same.

“Harry’s a submissive though in the relationship,” Hermione continued on, missing when Draco muttered, “I could have told you that.”

“The submissive partner in a fae bonded pair doesn’t really having any bearing on the relationship beyond that the stronger partner, Harry in this case, is the submissive to the weaker partner, you Draco, and as such you have a certain amount of control over Harry’s magic.”

“What for?”

“Balance. Control. I was going to tell Harry that at breakfast, but he stormed off before I could get to that part,” she stated in a cross voice staring at the dog whom had its tail tucked between its legs. “So when you said Harry was a dog…”

“His magic took that as meaning that I wanted him to be a dog?”

“And changed him.” Hermione nodded.

“So how do I change him back?”

Hermione thought about the question a moment before simply asking: “Do you want Harry to be a dog?”

“Of course not,” Draco said, though he did think his mate rather cute, but still there were plenty of things he couldn’t do with his mate as he was. F

“Then say so.”

Draco looked at the girl skeptically, but then said, “I don’t want Harry to be a dog anymore.”

And Harry simply wasn’t. Though he was quite nude. And still floating.

Hermione made a panicked noise and canceled her spell causing Harry to fall. Draco caught the smaller boy before he could hit the ground and then took off his jacket, which he transfigured into a robe and wrapped it around his mate’s shoulders.

“Thanks Granger,” Draco said extremely relieved. “I owe you. Now if you will excuse me I have to get my mate into some clothes and without another word Draco pulled Harry out of the hallway.

Hermione was a bit shocked by the sincerity of Draco’s words and wondered if it wasn’t such a bad thing that it was Draco Malfoy that Harry was mated to. Though in the same thought she had to remember that she was talking about Draco Malfoy and while she would refrain from making any judgments, or at least revising some of the ones she had already made, she was just going to have to wait and see how things turned out. Maybe it was all for the good. And that she could live with. In fact the only thing that was bothering her about the situation was how it was the Draco already had control over Harry’s magic. Her book had said that fae needed to bond first before their partner gained control and if that was true…

Hermione looked around the hall and then scrunched up her face in mild disgust. “Boys.”

Hermione hurried out of the hallway and went to find Ron. He would hate the fact that Harry was mated to Draco Malfoy, maybe even than he had when Viktor had ended up playing for the Chuddley Cannons (not that she could ever figure out why he had cared so much.)

She couldn’t wait to tell him.


Harry and Draco made it through the school to the dungeons and into Draco’s private room faster than Harry thought would have been possible. And all the while without being seen. When the door closed behind Draco, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, which was short lived once he remembered that he was naked except for the robe he was currently wearing. Harry looked over at Draco expecting the other boy to be leering but found him sitting on the bed staring at the floor. All Harry had wanted to do was grab clothes and then go back to the common room where he could sort out some of the events that had just occurred (such as his first time happening on the floor of a hallway with Draco Malfoy.)

Instead he found himself sitting next to the blonde and putting his hand on his back rubbing in soothing circles. It was obvious that Draco was upset for whatever reason.

“I’m sorry,” Draco said.

“Sorry about what?”

“Sorry I turned you into a dog.”

Harry shrugged. “You didn’t know. And neither did I. Plus it looks like we are kind of stuck with each other, yeah? Hope that’s all right with you.”

Draco turned to Harry quickly. “Of course it is. I know things were different before, but they’ll be different now. Better you know.”

A tense place that had developed when Harry asked the question disappeared and Harry nodded. “Good. Just don’t turn me into a dog again.”

Draco looked at Harry with an odd expression. “You’re taking this very well you know?”

He was right. Harry was taking it all well. Somewhere inside of him he knew he should be fighting it, but a bigger part of him, not just the fae part didn’t want to fight, liked the idea of being balanced, maybe not controlled, but supported. Maybe controlled. Every once in a while. In private. In any case Harry didn’t want to fight it. And figured why should he.

“Same could be said for you,” Harry stated.

“No. Not really. I’m a veela. These things come with the territory.”

“I’m Harry Potter. Ditto.”

The two laughed and let the moment pass as they calmed down, but suddenly Harry began to giggle hard.

“What’s so funny?” Draco asked.

Harry wiped a tear from his eye still chuckling. “I was just thinking about what you said about starting clean. And I remembered back in out first year when you offered me your hand. I just couldn’t help thinking that this was one hell of a hand shake.”

Draco shook his head at his mate and laughed a long as well.

Harry sighed. “So now what,” he said looking up at Draco and swallowing as he saw the leering lust he had expected earlier.

The blonde leaned forward and kissed Harry. It was a slow kiss that was more like the return of a missing piece. Draco trailed his hand down from his mates face to the boy’s hip all the while deepening the kiss until Harry could barely register anything else beside the feel of Draco’s lips against his own. Draco pulled away, said a spell, and then returned to kissing Harry, leaning forward into Harry more so that the boy was pressed back into the bed.

Harry gasped as he felt Draco’s fingers breach him. Draco pulled away from the kiss and watched Harry’s face as he moved his fingers in and out of the boy, finger fucking him until he was little more than writhing mass on the bed.

“Draco. Oh Merlin, Draco. What are you doing to me?”

Draco smirked as he moved his fingers in and out slightly faster making sure that soon as Harry grew used to the speed that he switched his tempo, keeping his mate on the edge with either powerful thrusts or a slow torture.

“I believe you called this, ‘Shaking your hand.'”