❤ ❤ ❤ Single Wizard Seeking Same ❤ ❤ ❤
❤ ❤ ❤ The Veela Enigma ❤ ❤ ❤
What if some of Draco's ancestors, pretending to be purebloods, concealed the truth about their veela heritage? You'd end up with one very confused Draco Malfoy, who's fallen head over heels in love with Harry Potter and has no idea why. Complete.
That night Harry had Quidditch practice, and Draco paced anxiously around the Gryffindor common room, waiting for him to return.
"Where is he, Granger?" Draco snapped, glancing irritably up at the large clock in the corner of the room.
Hermione took a deep breath and spoke as patiently as she could. "Draco, Quidditch practice is usually two hours long. Harry has only been gone an hour. That means he won't be back for yet another -"
"Draco, are you here?" Harry burst through the common room portrait, looking frantic.
Draco ran at him and practically knocked him over. "What took you?" he growled, pushing Harry towards the common room couch.
"Hey, I cut practice short, alright?" Harry snapped. As the back of his leg hit the couch he twisted and swung Draco down, throwing him on his back.
And incidentally, right on top of Neville, who squawked loudly. （笑哭啦！可怜的Neville！！~~）
"Not short enough," Draco snapped back at Harry, reaching up and grabbing his shirt. With a hard tug he yanked Harry down on top of him.
"Hey, would you guys mind terribly if -" Neville began, but the two boys ignored him.
"You're so hot when you're angry," Harry said, putting one leg between Draco's and pinning him down. Neville opened his mouth, shut it, opened it again, and then sighed resignedly as Draco's head came to rest in his lap and Harry's hand came to rest on his thigh next to Draco's head.
"I'm going to do you right here on the couch, you know," Harry mumbled, sliding the hand not balanced on Neville's thigh under Draco's shirt. "That's the price you pay for making me cut Quidditch practice short."
"Oh, no," Neville moaned. "Not in my lap." He made no move to stop them though, nor did anyone else, as Draco's flaring veela powers had the whole room merely watching and drooling in his general direction.
"Oh no you're not," Draco said, and shoved up. Harry tumbled off the couch, and Draco rolled off Neville right on top of him. "You're bottoming. I'm giving you a hell of a seeing to for making me wait, Potter."
"But -" Harry only got one word out before Draco starting kissing him, veela powers as high as they could go. Harry immediately melted from the waves of pleasure scorching his body. "Yeah okay, whatever you want," he panted. "Bedroom?"
Draco nodded once, before jumping to his feet. He reached down and pulled Harry to his feet, and then a second later they were thundering up the stairs to Harry's bedroom.
Neville gave Hermione a pained look. She smiled weakly back.
"It might only last six more days," she said, as cheerfully as she could. "That's not so bad, right?"
Before Neville could respond, a loud shout of, "Bloody fucking hell, Draco, do that again!" tore through the common room.
Neville just sighed.
"How the hell do you think you can EXPLAIN THIS?!" Draco yelled, glaring at his father. "You were KISSING my MATE, Dad! MY MATE!!"
"Draco Malfoy, don't you talk to your father that way!" Lucius snapped. "Now move aside and let me get to your mother."
"NO!" Draco howled. "Harry is MINE!! How could you KISS HIM?!?!"
Lucius winced. Draco had thrown the worst tantrums as a young child, and he looked like he was gearing up to throw one right now.
"Draco, I assure you it's not what you think," Lucius said patiently, still trying to maneuver past Draco and get to Narcissa. "I didn't want to kiss him. I was just trying to wake your imbecilic boyfriend up."
Unfortunately, Harry chose that moment to speak up.
"Lucius, come back," he whined, his eyes vacant and his jaw slack. "We weren't finished -"
Draco gasped in outrage. "I see what's going on here!" he said, pointing accusingly at his dad. "You've got your veela powers now, don't you?"
"Considering that your mother is now claiming to have single-handedly slain hundreds of Acromantulas, I'd say so," Lucius snapped crossly. He dodged right but his son cut him off again.
"You've got veela powers, and you used them to SEDUCE MY MATE?!?" Draco growled. "Oh, someone ought to award you FATHER OF THE YEAR for this one!!"
"Draco, really, if you would just calm -"
"You get veela powers for maybe TWO WEEKS and you use them TO GET OFF WITH HARRY?!?"
"Draco Malfoy, if you don't settle down this instant -"
"I will NOT settle down!! I found you with YOUR TONGUE down MY MATE'S THROAT and he's STILL trying to get to you and �-"
"Look, Draco, I'm turning off my veela powers, alright?" Lucius said desperately, trying to calm Draco down. "Powers going off, Potter going back to normal, you can yell at him now, alright?"
Draco paused in his tirade for a moment and looked suspiciously past his father. Harry was now rubbing at his eyes and staring at Draco.
"Draco?" he asked incredulously. "Draco, what are you doing here? I specifically ordered you to go home and not come back! How did you disobey my command?"
"Oh, is THAT all you're worried about?" Draco growled. He stomped past Lucius and started heading straight for Harry. "How I disobeyed your command? Why'd you send me home in the first place? SO YOU COULD SNOG MY DAD, YOU CHEATING BASTARD??!!"
"Oh God," Harry said, his eyes going wide. He began to back up as fast as he could. "No, it's not what you think -"
"You are in SO MUCH TROUBLE, Harry James Potter!!" Draco snarled, advancing. "First you use you bloody VOICE to SEND ME HOME - and I will NEVER forgive you for that - and then I come back to rescue you and YOU'RE PRACTICALLY SHAGGING MY FATHER???!!"
"It was ONE KISS厀ell, actually two, but -"
"OH MY GOD, YOU KISSED HIM TWICE???!! I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS, POTTER, DO YOU HEAR ME??!!"
"Right," Lucius said thoughtfully. "About that, Draco. Are you sure you have to be the bottom in your relationship? I understand that Potter's got that certain hero-vibe to him, but I really don't think -"
"WHAT!!" Draco screeched. "When did THIS come up?!? Why EXACTLY were you talking about SEX with my MATE???!!!"
"He thought I was YOU, and then he SHOVED ME UP AGAINST THE WALL and called me a NAUGHTY VEELA! Then he said THAT'S RIGHT BABY, GIVE IT TO DADDY!!! What EXACTLY is that boy doing to my ONLY CHILD?!?!?"
"OH, you are so OVER-PROTECTIVE! Just because I think it's hot when Harry's a bit FORCEFUL�-"
"LUCIUS AND DRACO MALFOY, YOU WILL STOP SHOUTING THIS INSTANT! THIS DISCUSSION CAN WAIT UNTIL WE ARE SAFELY BACK AT HOGWARTS, IS THAT CLEAR?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Well, I can see who the bottom is in your relationship," Draco finally said snottily.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy - " Lucius began.
Nott Senior lay trembling beneath the covers of Lucius Malfoy's bed, terrified out of his mind. The last thing he remembered was standing guard outside of Lucius' door. The next moment, he was bound and gagged and lying in the middle of a bed.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out whose bed he was in. It still smelled like Lucius, that intoxicating veela scent that would have left Nott feeling light-headed had he not been fully conscious of how much danger he was in.
Moments later, Nott's worst fears were confirmed as he heard a clicking sound.
"Lucius, pet, where are you?"
Nott sucked in terrified breath. The Dark Lord had arrived. He tried to speak, but the silencing spell prevented any noise from escaping him.
"Are you hiding from me, love?" the Dark Lord said, sounding amused. "It will do you no good. I will find you. Really, you needn't fear me; I shall be gentle with you."
He paused. "Well, as gentle as you might expect a Dark Wizard to be," he finished, sounding more amused then ever.
Nott's trembling became full-fledged shaking.
"Lumos," the Dark Lord said. A pause. "Oh, there you are. Hiding under the bedclothes. Feeling a bit shy, are we?"
Nott swallowed hard. The Dark Lord was going to kill him when he discovered that Nott was not Lucius.
"Well, pet, far be it from me to make you feel�uncomfortable," Lord Voldemort said in saccharine tones. "If you're feeling shy about your new veela state, I am more than willing to leave the lights off for now."
Underneath the blankets, Nott's eyes widened in horror.
"Nox," the Dark Lord whispered, and the lights went out.