Viper Weed (Remix)

Chapter 6.... Veela Charms









Lucius Malfoy's hands were shaking as he poured himself a small shot of brandy. He really needed a little pick-me-up, as the Dark Lord really hadn't taken the news very well. If there was one part of service to the Dark Lord that Lucius could do without, it was the cruciatus curse he was subjected to on regular occasions.





He had just settled in an armchair when he heard a tapping at one of the windows and looked up to see Draco's eagle owl. He walked over at a leisurely pace to let it in, and it fluttered around the room for a moment before landing on the back of a chair and hooting softly.





He took the letter from it and stroked its head absentmindedly before sitting down to read.







‘Lucius,







Several important things have occurred since I began school. What I am about to tell you will throw many difficulties into the Malfoy family.'









Lucius took a deep breath and continued reading. He hated bad news.







‘Due to the discrepancies of a certain Potter, I have come into my full Veela inheritance.'







A small inhalation was all that betrayed his shock. Two thoughts ran simultaneously through his mind: 1. A male Veela in the family, that will bring great prestige. 2. The drop in respect from fellow purebloods at the discovery of the dormant Veela genes will be catastrophic.







‘I have given it some thought, and I believe that the drop in respect will be somewhat balanced by the rarity of male Veela. Unfortunately it will be difficult to keep this a secret, so one must consider these factors. On the positive side, I believe that I have just become exceedingly powerful.





I hope to receive a visit from you soon,







Draco Lucius Malfoy'





For several minutes he sat in stillness, contemplating the knock-on effects that this would cause. He was proud that his son had obviously carefully considered the prospects of this development. However, he was a Malfoy, he would handle this smoothly and easily.





Firstly however, he was going to have to administer some very unpleasant retribution to a certain Boy Who Lived.







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When Harry finally left Hagrid's it was late, and he was having difficulty holding both the

plant pot and the tub of chopped weasel and rabbit meat that he had been given.





The corridor was dark when he arrived, but there was a faint glow coming from the end of it, and low voices. Pausing, Harry edged closer, pulling the cloak around him tighter.





"-why I should have rooms right next to Potter's." Came Draco's voice, slightly muffled from where he stood behind the other figure.





"I have no sway over this decision Draco. That is the headmaster's prerogative." Came Snape's voice.





As Harry stepped closer to them, he had to draw a deep breath of surprise, because standing there was not the Draco Malfoy he'd known before. He was now ethereal, beautiful, enchanting and…wait. I've seen this before. At the world cup. Surely Draco can't be Veela?





"Since Potter is the cause of all this I hardly think it safe for me to be around him, but that is irrelevant I suppose." Draco's voice floated over to him, sounding both delicate and forceful at the same time. Harry was having difficulty keeping his eyes off of him and balancing the plant pot and tub of meat at the same time. He thought about throwing the items to the floor and doing something really impressive, but soon squashed that idea.





Finally, Harry had to tear his eyes away and practically run to the tapestry, whispering the password as quietly as he could before disappearing into his rooms. If Draco and Snape heard, he didn't care, he just couldn't risk getting caught outside.







He dropped the meat on his bed and slipped the cloak off, tucking it into his bag in case the two outside decided to knock on his door. Then he carefully carried the plant over to it's place by the windowsill and sat it down.





As it turned out, Harry was right to have packed away the cloak, for a few minutes later there came a polite knock on the door before it opened. Harry was surprised to see Draco standing in the doorway, as he had been expecting it to be Snape.





"Malfoy." Harry said, trying to make it sound like an insult, but instead it came out almost gasped. He couldn't take his eyes off the boy in front of him. In the light of the setting sun Draco seemed to positively glow with an otherworldly light.





"Potter. I see you're enjoying the sights." Harry took a moment to process the comment before picking his jaw off the floor and trying to treat the other boy normally.





"You wish Malfoy. What do you want?"





"Now there's a leading question." Draco said huskily, and Harry felt his mouth go dry.





"Stop it. What ever you're doing, stop it." Harry said shortly.





"Well, it seems you don't lack total control. I have come to tell you two things. The first is that I hate your guts for making me change like this and reveal the dormant genes of Veela to the world. The second is to thank you for giving me such a large boost in power and prestige. It will certainly come in handy when entering the Dark Lord's services." He said smoothly. Harry just gaped.





"You can't be serious. You…you wouldn't actually become a Death Eater for Voldemort would you?" Harry asked, incredulous.





"Of course. It's expected of me."





"But you'd be killing people! Muggles! Your class mates! You'd actually kill them?"





"I'll do what I have to. Potter." Draco said curtly.





"You know I'm going to kill him. Voldemort I mean." Said Harry slowly.





"If you're lucky." Harry suddenly thought it time to change tact.





"So…you're a Veela. A male Veela."





"And you're a plant boy. So?" Draco replied sharply. Harry floundered for a moment, at a lack of anything to say that would be appropriately impressive.





"You…you look…good." Harry stuttered, unable to keep his eyes from raking up and down Draco's body appreciatively. He suddenly couldn't remember why he'd ever hated Draco. He looked so, delectable. Why, he could practically feel the power radiating off him. Oh, he really did want that power.





"I do, don't I Potter?" He said sweetly, walking slowly towards Harry.





"Oh yes. Really." Harry agreed, trying to think of the best way to tap into that power.





"And you want me, don't you Harry?" Draco asked huskily. Harry just nodded and moved closer to him. "Say it to me Harry."





"I want you. I need to have you…to lick you, to touch you, to suck that magic off you."





Harry said without even thinking. Draco was within arm's reach. If he could just reach out and-





"What did you just say Potter?" Draco said sharply, breaking the spell.





"What?" Said Harry dazedly before snapping back into consciousness. "Wait…you were playing me with Veela charms!" He accused.







"You were going to suck my magic out again!" Said Draco angrily.





"It would be your own bloody fault for doing that to me." Harry said grumpily.





"My fault? You were gagging for me! A moment later and I'd have had you on your knees." Draco gloated.





"Only so I could suck all that power off you." Harry retorted. "You wouldn't stand a chance."





"Oh really?" Draco answered. "Not even," he came closer, eyes half shut and his voice dropping to husky tones once more. "If I were to kiss you?"





For a moment Harry was speechless, watching the boy walk closer and closer, and those half lidded eyes of molten silver burn into him. Then Harry decided he might as well change tactics.





"No." He replied dreamily. "Not even a chance."





Then Draco's lips had closed over his, and he was pulling the other boy into an embrace, running his hands down his arms and back. Draco himself closed his hand over Harry's arse and pulled him closer, sucking on his lower lip and doing something amazing with his tongue that left Harry gasping for air.





Desire was running through him, making his skin burn everywhere the other boy touched, and blood was rushing to his groin. However, this feeling was equally matched by the desire to grab a hold of the other boy's magic. Currently they were balancing each other out, but Harry knew that sooner or later one or the other would give way.





Then one did. Harry suddenly pulled Draco forwards, crushing their lips and bodies together with new force, his tongue delving into the other boy's mouth and deepening the kiss. He felt rather than heard Draco moan into his mouth and grind his hips forward, drawing a groan from Harry.





All of a sudden Draco wasn't there anymore, and Harry felt him draw away. He slowly opened his eyes and tried to clear his head of the lust he felt.





"I think we can conclude that I win." Said Draco cleanly. Damn the bastard, he didn't even look ruffled. There was not pink tinge to his cheeks, not a cloth out of place. Only his eyes gave him away. They were wide and burning with an odd light, meeting Harry's own.







~~~~~~TBC~~~~~~





I know I'm terrible just to leave it there but I love to daggle hints of what may or may not be. *evil grin* Sorry that this is a short chapter but I'm having to update while at work and it is a little hard to do with my boss next door. Reviews as always are welcome.



ta,



Juno