The Lord and Lady\'s Veelas

Pairings: N/A
Warnings: No lemony goodness…or citrus, for that matter.
Summary: Talks are given and, surprisingly enough, Harry and Draco enjoy some bonding time.


Brotherly Bonding


“Mother, I do believe it the time to give me the infamous ‘birds and the bees’ talk.” I said curtly, noting out of the corner of my eye that she visibly choked on her tea. ‘Good’, I thought sadistically. ‘Wonder how she would of felt if she were in my shoes the other night?’ Just thinking about that night made my cock twitch in earnest.

“D-dr-draco? Why would you ask me this?” she sputtered, and I felt a bit of guilt pull at my heart. ‘I’ll go for the softer route’. I sighed and visibly relaxed.

“What I mean to say is, I was making… progress with my mate to be the other night, and lo and behold, a bulbous knot of flesh appeared at the base of my cock during the act.” I said flippantly, trying to keep my anger in check. My mother turned an interesting shade of Weasley red, and my father rose from his chair eloquently.

“Come with me, boy.” Lucius snapped, and I cast a confused glance to my mother. She looked away and waved me off. Disgruntled, I followed after my father into the gardens. I found him sitting upon a bench in mother’s daffodil garden.

“You know about your mother’s Veela ancestry, no?” Lucius asked, and I nodded my head yes.

“The King of the Lord’s Veelas fell in love with a pureblood witch and had two kiddos. So?” I retorted, and took my place beside him. He gave me a wary glance in return.

“Yes, a pureblood who’d already given birth to the current Mrs. Tonks. You know—your cousin Nymphadora’s mother. Tragic story with the Veela that fell in love with her. He was punished for his imprudence-had to wait for the most opportune time… Anyhow, up until your mother’s and Aunt’s birth, the Lord’s heirs had always been males. The heir’s mate, however, birthed two females before he died.” Lucius stopped, to allow me to think on this.

“Which caused the dissension in the Lord’s Veelas.” I stated, and he nodded.

“Our former King, however, wanted to have nothing to do with his children, and stole away with his mate (leaving his kids with sitters) until he died by one of the Lady’s Veelas assassins. Therefore, she knows little of the mating ritual. I’ll send for some of our closer subjects to teach you a bit of etiquette on the subject.” Lucius promised, and a thought struck me.

“What happened to Nymphadora’s mate?” I asked, and Lucius’ lips tightened.

“The traitor is rotting in his own torture as we speak.”


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Yawning peacefully, I stretched out lethargically. ‘If this is what one night of masturbation does, I can’t wait for the next time I indulge myself…’ I thought in satisfaction, and began to rub the sleep out of my eyes. Once my eyes were cleared, I looked down to my exposed chest, whose nipples were hardening in the morning chill. Blushing, I lowered the blanket to check and see if I would need to do some laundry.

There was nothing left by means of fluid. ‘Maybe there isn’t much expelled?’ I asked myself, and then shrugged the notion off. I got up and began to change, humming all the way to the bathroom.


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“So in other words, this is just another mating kink the original placed to torture us with?” I asked indignantly. The male Veelas that sat by me gave irritating smirks in response.

“You’ve had sex just as a human, right? Well keep in mind that the orgasm you experienced as a human only lasted a fraction of what you’ll have as a Veela. Thanks to that ‘mating kink’.” Varro retorted, and a few of the others chuckled.

“Was your mate a virgin when you were with her the first time?” I asked, and he flushed. The laughter ended.

“No.” was his steely answer.

“Mine was.” answered Dardanius. A few other Veelas beside him nodded,

“How’d she take to that ‘mating kink’?” I spat, and he flinched.

“I’m not exactly the best example. I was too… impassioned to think about that fact for our first time. It was quite painful for her.” Dardanius answered with a tightening of his jaw.

“ Sometimes it doesn’t help, even if you consciously think of it in the act. I tried to prepare my mate, but there’s only so much one can do. It becomes more pleasurable the more you do it.” Strato interjected, and received a few nods of agreement.

“And what if she has a really thick maidenhead?” I asked, not really wanting the answer.

“Well two things. If it’s really thick, she’s going to be really uncomfortable. Second, it helps the bonding process.” Varro stated. My head shot up at this, and I asked,

“What do you mean it helps?”

“Draco, even you should know the innate power of a virgin. Did you think mating rituals would be any different? The male’s virginity doesn’t matter as much as the female’s does. The first lot of children from the union will have about double the power of their parents, historically at least. The mated pair, however, experiences a more concentrated bond with different perks.” Claudius reprimanded.

I balked at this. “So, in other words, I should be happy because of the perks I get out of tearing my mate in half during the mating ritual? What kind of crazy asshole was the original?” I mourned, letting my head fall to my hands.

Sure, I wanted her badly, and I knew the feeling would persist until I laid claim to her… But could I honestly, knowingly, and willingly do that to her? ‘What if she never forgave me?’ I asked myself in a sudden panic. ‘What if she never allowed me to touch her again because of it?’

“Draco, all that you can hope to do is help her through it the best you can. It may still be painful, but it’ll be easier on her if you keep her best interests at heart.” Clitus said.


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“I’m glad she’s so content this morning.” I muttered darkly as I saw Hermione humming her way down the stairs, her hair still damp from her shower. His senses were suddenly assaulted by the smell of French vanilla with a dash of cinnamon that made his mouth water.

“Lay off Harry. You were the one who put yourself in that state the other night.” Ron reminded me, and grabbed some of my home fries of my plate. Dejectedly, I sighed with guilt.

“I know it was wrong, okay? I just… couldn’t help myself. From now on, no more charms. Just Harry.” I vowed, and excused myself from the table. I could practically feel Ron roll his eyes in irritation, and I rubbed my hands together to quell the nervousness building inside of me.

I took a seat beside her, and she regarded me with a bright smile.

“Sorry for being rude last night. I just wasn’t myself.” Hermione apologized, and hailed a waitress.

“No need to apologize, I suppose I was a little more forward than I was suppose to be and…” I trailed off and she jumped right on the statement.

“What? Just talking to me? No, you weren’t. I’m not looking to rekindle the flames of friendship from old, but perhaps we can just start over as friends?” Hermione suggested as Andre Lackey made her way to the counter.

“I’ll have the biscuits and gravy with a side of bacon and a strawberry smoothie.” Hermione said happily, and Andre considered her and me carefully.

“So you two made it to the bedroom after all? I mean the tension-” she stopped as she saw my warning glance, and blushed prettily.

“What I mean to say is, you just seem a bit hungrier than last night. You hardly touched your chips.” Andre smoothed over, and I silently breathed a sigh of relief. Hermione, oblivious to this transaction—as she was blushing demurely and looking away, replied,

“Well, I suppose skipping a meal takes it’s toll, you know?” Andre muttered a “right” under her breath, and turned to me.

“I’ll have a BLT scrambler-and hold the onions.” I said, and she nodded in confirmation as she walked away. I turned to Hermione, who was starring off into space, and said,

“Does this mean you’ll have some lunch with me at The Reckoning’s Café?” I asked, and she visibly froze.

“Like on a date?” She sputtered, and I felt a splash of cold-water wash over me.

“I suppose so… it wouldn’t be much but-” I began but she cut me off.

“I said friends, not dates. No. Absolutely not.” She said, her eyes wide, and I knew I had stumbled across something that struck a cord with her. Forcing myself to remain calm, I tried a different tactic.

“Then how about we just go to the local bookstore and catch up over a cup of hot cocoa?” I asked and she shook her head resolutely as she nervously tucked a wayward strand of hair away. Sighing in defeat, I backed off and vowed to find out what made her so antsy about dating.


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“Hello Potter, what brings ye about these parts?” Draco asked flippantly as he took a seat next to Harry. Harry looked him over casually over the rim of his hot chocolate.

“You know me, just looking for purebloods to pick fights with.” Harry replied mockingly, and Draco rolled his eyes. Sighing, Draco offered his friendship once more.

“Look, we may not exactly like each other, but as long as we will be working together, I expect a common ground of respect.” Draco said, and Harry’s eyes narrowed.

“Respect is earned, not given.”

“Then perhaps a level of common courtesy? I’m not asking to be your fuck buddy, Potter. Besides, who knows what we could learn from each other.” Draco argued, and Harry relaxed the slightest in his chair.

“What could I learn from you?” Harry asked cautiously as Draco hailed a waitress.

“A Veela’s mating habits, for instance.” Draco interjected, and the gothic waitress sauntered up to their table. She flipped back her pin-straight hair and flashed him a blinding smile as she stuck her petite chest out.

“And what will you have?” she all but purred to Draco. Draco smiled back as Harry held back a snort of disgust.

“A grande French vanilla coffee with a dash of cinnamon. Can I get some French vanilla ice cream with a bit of cinnamon sprinkled on top? Thank you.” Draco replied, and the waitress sashayed off.

“Your of age, are you not?” Harry asked, and Draco raised a brow.

“Of course.” he replied.

“Then why are you making eyes with the waitress. Not that she minded.” Harry spat, and Draco chuckled. He motioned for Harry to lean closer over the crystal table.

“Part of my charms, dear boy. Your kind has the gift of song, mine has the gift of pheremones. Just a little more her way and she was all up in a tizzy. As for the making eyes bit, it’s not as if I could of taken it much further.” Draco stated, and Harry hazard him a curious glance.

“If and when we orgasm-after our Liebzeit, that is, it must be with our mate. Without our mate’s participation, we feel immense pain when we cum, and spout a bit of blood. Believe me, I know.” Draco answered, and Harry winced.

“So, make any progress with your mate to be-I’m guessing you’re going to be keeping her identity secret…” Harry asked, and Draco smirked.

“You could say that. Last night was… quite enjoyable.” Draco answered as the waitress gave him his order. He waved her off, and Harry smirked from across the table.

“So you’ve mated with her then?” Harry asked, his mouth watering when he caught a whiff of Draco’s coffee. Suddenly his hot chocolate didn’t suit him.

“No, but I helped her masturbate for the first time.” Draco replied, and took a delighted sip of his coffee.

“And how did she feel about that?” Harry asked, half distracted by the ice cream in front of him. Draco, noting this, rolled his eyes and transfigured one of the knives on the table into a spoon-to which he gave to Harry.

“Go ahead and try some. Lately, I’ve been craving that particular taste-French vanilla and cinnamon. As far as her feelings on it… well I wouldn’t know. Her eyes were closed through out it and I didn’t help until the end when she was too damn frustrated to notice the difference.” Draco answered, making Harry choke on mid bite of his ice cream.

“And you weren’t tempted to take her right then and there?” Harry asked incredulously, licking his lips clean of the ice cream. Draco smiled wistfully and sat his mug down on the table.

“Not saying I wasn’t. I’ve learned something over my promiscuous years though—control. It wouldn’t have boded well to have taken her right on her first night of sexual exploration.” Draco replied, and Harry nodded in agreement.

“So she’s a virgin then?” Harry asked and took another scoop of ice cream. Draco sighed and nodded his head.

“It’s great for the offspring and bond that we are to have… but the actual intercourse will, well, suck for her on her first time.” Draco stated, and Harry raised a brow.

“Explain.” Harry demanded, and resumed eating Draco’s ice cream that was fastly becoming an addiction for him. ‘Tastes like Hermione’, was the thought that popped in his head.

“Well, a Veela’s size is naturally larger than that of a wizards-in length and girth. Added to that is the knot at the base, which swells into a softball sized bulbous piece of flesh. For a virgin to end up taking that on her first time-don’t you think it’d hurt? Luckily, however, this only occurs when she’s fertile and the first time.” Draco asked, and Harry stopped eating his ice cream.

“Why is there a knot, and how long would it… stay inside her?” Harry asked curiously. Draco gave him a half smile, and dragged the ice cream dish towards him.

“The knot is a bit of a mating kink the original Veela thought up to insure that the mate is impregnated. The first time, it stays inside until the mate’s egg is fertilized. The process can last for days on end, which is why most smart Veelas wait until just before their mate’s monthly cycle.” Draco answered and took a bite of his ice cream. Harry looked thoughtful for a moment.

“What if the knot doesn’t fit?” he asked, and Draco froze in mid swallow.

“It will, even if it ends up forced. There’s only so much control a rutting Veela can have.” Draco whispered, and Harry flinched.

“So how goes it with your mate?” Draco asked, wishing to divert the topic. Harry sighed wearily.
“Not too well. I hurt her in the past, and, well, she’s not exactly as responsive as I’d like.” Harry admitted, and Draco chuckled-to which Harry glared darkly at him.

“The famous Potter doing another wrong? Please. Is it because of the whole D.A. sham?” Draco asked, softening the insult a little at the end. Harry’s head shot up and he regarded Draco closely.

“How’d you know about it?” Harry asked.

“Who’d you think took in those lovely pureblooded girls you through aside? They made excellent fledglings for the Order of the Serpent. Knew defense quite well, but couldn’t attack worth a damn. Why’d you do it any way?” Draco asked, diverting Harry’s anger over the mention of his old member’s flaws.

“A bunch of the guys were complaining that they were too distracting. Luna stayed because of Ron’s crush on her, and Ginny stayed because of her association with Ron and the Order of the Phoenix.” Harry explained.

“More like they were upset the girls were besting them and you were too worried about losing favor. Squeaky wheel gets the grease, right?” Draco spat, and Harry flushed.

“That’s not true… the D.A. was bound to be in the last battle, and I couldn’t risk the girls-” Harry began and was cut off.

“Oh please. You know as well as I do that they’d be involved one way or another, so why the excommunication of them from the source that taught them how to defend themselves? Could you not handle the little dissension when presented?” Draco asked, and Harry turned away.

“I didn’t know what else to do.” Harry answered, and bit the inside of his cheek. Draco backed down, and felt a wave of sympathy. ‘It’s not exactly easy being the boy who never died’, he thought mentally, then scolded himself. ‘It’s not easy being born to muggle parents or to a cold atmosphere either’.

“Squeaky wheel gets the grease, huh?” Draco intoned, not totally heartfelt in his insult. He then got up and threw down a few galleons before he left Harry to brood.


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A/N: Hmmm. Doesn’t seem to be my best chapter, yet alas—I wouldn’t know it if I read it. What’s with all this animosity towards Harry? As far as him being a jerk, be rest assured in the fact that he’ll get his. You people too easily forget that Draco was worse than Harry all through out.

Contest- whoever finds the allusion to Shakespeare found in the chapter first (and most detailed) gets a self insertion for an upcoming part in the story.

Cherrycolachick- I’m glad to hear from you! *smiles brightly* I like my confrontation scenes due mostly impart of the situational irony. It makes me smile on the inside. I totally agree with Hermione usually being a non-athlete and a book worm-yet the allusion was for her to be running away from her life, her problems, and her fears. I personally loathe running, so it wasn’t a personal interest, but more of a psychological Hermione thing.

Whogirl- As mentioned above, I love situational irony, so when you have all those people together and oblivious to important facts, it just makes the whole scene more intense. I’m glad you liked the bedroom scene-but I’m still…cautious about writing those scenes. I haven’t written many of them before and need feed back on those. I’ll make sure to email you on updates from now on.

EmZ- I too am an avid Hermione-Draco shipper, and this is my first fic. As stated earlier in the story, I don’t know who Hermione will end up with though. I am reading Ashleyfanfic’s Beautiful disaster and loving it!

Anna- It’s updated… after about twelve days… but updated nonetheless.

Cope- I am trying to update regularly, but once I got committed, something always seemed to get in the way. I am trying to update more regularly, yet it’s easier said than done for me. I tried to pinpoint Harry’s personality, and hopefully I’ve gotten it ^.^.

Alicat999- Well it isn’t going into the Draco-Hermione section just yet because I’m not sure whether or not she’ll end up with Draco, Harry, or somehow, the both of them. Will email you for updates though!

Robin777- Thanks for the encouragement! I’ll make sure to email you.

Sevati- Sshhhh! You’ll spill everything! You’re very observant by the way! As far as Ginny, you may be a bit off, however.