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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Ron
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
17,822
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Mating Call
It was the morning of Harry Potter’s birthday and after a rough night in the dorms he was feeling very vulnerable indeed.
Ever since he had woken up he had felt helpless and jumpy, It had taken Ron an hour to encourage Harry to leave the safety of his bedside, and he wouldn’t go far without holding Ron’s hand or arm much to Ron’s embarrassment.
Harry felt that if he didn’t have someone there to protect him he would begin to panic.
“Let go Harry, I know its your birthday and everything but you’re acting weird” said Ron as he finally snatched his hand away from Harry’s when they sat down to breakfast.
“Sorry Ron I just feel strange today, Maybe it has something to do with Voldemort, I just feel weak.” Harry stared at his feet.
“Just chill out! We’ve got Potions after breakfast and Snape will kill me when he finds out I haven’t done my homework, try to eat something Harry.”
Harry pushed the eggs and bacon around on his plate, he really wasn’t hungry, and felt hot and feverish.
Draco Malfoy was in a super pissy mood this morning; he’d been frustrated and fidgety for a week but today he was especially irritable.
At breakfast he played with his food not wanting to eat even though he felt a craving of some sort, one that he couldn’t place.
“What’s wrong Drakee-poo?” chirped the ever annoying Pansy Parkinson through a mouthful of sausage.
“Fuck off!” was Draco’s reply as he stood up and left for his first and favourite class, Potions with his Godfather professor Snape.
Pansy stared in horror and gulped at Draco’s abandoned fork, which was now stuck impossibly deep in the hard wood of the Slytherin table.
“What’s got into him?” asked Blaize as he too stared at the fork
“His love for me!” cried Pansy as she batted her eyelids
“Oh for Merlin’s sake Parkinson, get over it,” cried Blaize as he, Crabbe and Goyle left a bewildered Pansy on her own.
In potions Snape paired Harry with Draco (much to both their annoyances and his pleasure) to make a simple anti-pimple cure.
“Well Pot-features go and get some Arrowroot and witch hazel” smirked Draco, as Harry glared at him fiercely.
“Yes! your bloody majesty!” spat Harry, but for some reason he felt like he really didn’t mean it this time.
When he returned Harry slowly began to chop the Arrowroot into small chunks, trying not to be impressed with Draco who was showing off his potion skills.
Harry was so busy watching Draco out of the corner of his eye that he cut deep into his own finger, letting out an unbelievably loud shrilling bird-like whine which caught the attention of the whole class.
But before he could even think about how he made that sound he was wrapped in strong, safe arms, his feelings of vulnerability gone, until he felt a sharp pain in his neck and the world went black.
Draco was showing off to Potter, he couldn’t help himself, It was just so much fun, until Potter cut himself and Draco was about to laugh when Harry let out a strange shriek, a noise that pulled on every fibre and vein in Draco’s body with one thought ‘Protect!’
He grabbed harry round the waist and Harry slumped into Draco’s embrace, his small head tilting, revealing a smooth pale neck. Draco couldn’t resist the urge to bite into the sweet flesh. That was the last thing he could remember as pure instinct took over.
By that time the whole class including Ron and Hermione, were staring with wands aimed at Draco as blood ran down his chin and he pulled Harry to his chest.
“Draco! What in Merlin’s name are you doing? Unhand Potter this instant!” shouted Snape.
“Mine!” growled Draco as he ran out of the Dungeon with Harry in his arms.
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Well your classic Veela fic so far but I intend to go to new heights with this baby!
Enjoy! Review, your flames forever welcome.
Keep Pushing the boundries
Love
Spiffy
Ever since he had woken up he had felt helpless and jumpy, It had taken Ron an hour to encourage Harry to leave the safety of his bedside, and he wouldn’t go far without holding Ron’s hand or arm much to Ron’s embarrassment.
Harry felt that if he didn’t have someone there to protect him he would begin to panic.
“Let go Harry, I know its your birthday and everything but you’re acting weird” said Ron as he finally snatched his hand away from Harry’s when they sat down to breakfast.
“Sorry Ron I just feel strange today, Maybe it has something to do with Voldemort, I just feel weak.” Harry stared at his feet.
“Just chill out! We’ve got Potions after breakfast and Snape will kill me when he finds out I haven’t done my homework, try to eat something Harry.”
Harry pushed the eggs and bacon around on his plate, he really wasn’t hungry, and felt hot and feverish.
Draco Malfoy was in a super pissy mood this morning; he’d been frustrated and fidgety for a week but today he was especially irritable.
At breakfast he played with his food not wanting to eat even though he felt a craving of some sort, one that he couldn’t place.
“What’s wrong Drakee-poo?” chirped the ever annoying Pansy Parkinson through a mouthful of sausage.
“Fuck off!” was Draco’s reply as he stood up and left for his first and favourite class, Potions with his Godfather professor Snape.
Pansy stared in horror and gulped at Draco’s abandoned fork, which was now stuck impossibly deep in the hard wood of the Slytherin table.
“What’s got into him?” asked Blaize as he too stared at the fork
“His love for me!” cried Pansy as she batted her eyelids
“Oh for Merlin’s sake Parkinson, get over it,” cried Blaize as he, Crabbe and Goyle left a bewildered Pansy on her own.
In potions Snape paired Harry with Draco (much to both their annoyances and his pleasure) to make a simple anti-pimple cure.
“Well Pot-features go and get some Arrowroot and witch hazel” smirked Draco, as Harry glared at him fiercely.
“Yes! your bloody majesty!” spat Harry, but for some reason he felt like he really didn’t mean it this time.
When he returned Harry slowly began to chop the Arrowroot into small chunks, trying not to be impressed with Draco who was showing off his potion skills.
Harry was so busy watching Draco out of the corner of his eye that he cut deep into his own finger, letting out an unbelievably loud shrilling bird-like whine which caught the attention of the whole class.
But before he could even think about how he made that sound he was wrapped in strong, safe arms, his feelings of vulnerability gone, until he felt a sharp pain in his neck and the world went black.
Draco was showing off to Potter, he couldn’t help himself, It was just so much fun, until Potter cut himself and Draco was about to laugh when Harry let out a strange shriek, a noise that pulled on every fibre and vein in Draco’s body with one thought ‘Protect!’
He grabbed harry round the waist and Harry slumped into Draco’s embrace, his small head tilting, revealing a smooth pale neck. Draco couldn’t resist the urge to bite into the sweet flesh. That was the last thing he could remember as pure instinct took over.
By that time the whole class including Ron and Hermione, were staring with wands aimed at Draco as blood ran down his chin and he pulled Harry to his chest.
“Draco! What in Merlin’s name are you doing? Unhand Potter this instant!” shouted Snape.
“Mine!” growled Draco as he ran out of the Dungeon with Harry in his arms.
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Well your classic Veela fic so far but I intend to go to new heights with this baby!
Enjoy! Review, your flames forever welcome.
Keep Pushing the boundries
Love
Spiffy