Chapter 19 : How To Train Your Veela
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Chapter Nineteen: How to Train Your Veela
The holidays dragged on slowly. After Christmas, I dropped off Hermione at her house (after demanding – okay, pleading, but you shut your mouth – for her to stay with me for the remainder of the hols but was quickly shut down.) and pretty much spent most of New Year's Eve trying to blow up the marble statues lining our driveway. It was a better way to blow off steam rather than sulk around and wait for classes to start again.
It was now a Sunday and classes would start tomorrow, so I was fully packed and ready to leave in a few hours. I just needed one last thing.
I knocked on mum's door impatiently. Ever since that time I walked in on her changing and saw her awful knickers, I made it a point to knock and make sure she's decent. Thank Merlin I've never walked in on Father yet in his gross underwear. Oh no. Mental images in my mind. Why do I torture myself? Thankfully, mum opened the door (decently dressed, thankfully) and distracted my mind from even more images of father in his underwear. Erlack!
She smiled at me fondly and let me in. "What is it this time, love?"
"Mum," I groaned. Love? I shuddered.
"Oh shush. You're my baby boy and I can call you anything I want. Be glad I didn't name you Poopy."
"Like Draco is any better," I muttered.
She glared at me. Heh. Not a good time to get on her bad side. I smiled weakly. "What do you want, bub?" she asked, arching an eyebrow and daring me to comment on the endearment.
I ignored the rebellious side of me and shuffled my feet. "I, erm, I kind of need the ring."
The next thing I knew, I was wrapped around her arms tightly and knew I wasn't going to make it out alive. Death by asphyxiation. Thanks mum. Tell Hermione I love her. And if she even dares look at another man, I will haunt her from the afterlife. Assuming there is one, of course.
"Oh my baby!" She sniffled, finally releasing me.
I gulped, hacked and tried to breathe in as much air as I could. Ahh. Life. I'm still alive. I glared at her. "Did you really –"
"Oh shush," she said again and walked off to her vault and rummaged around before coming back and presenting me with the wooden box that had the Malfoy crest on it.
I opened the box to make sure I wasn't being duped into getting a fake one. I studied the ring for a few seconds and nodded my assent once I've made sure it was the right one. "Thanks mum."
"My baby's getting married," she said tearfully and smothered me with kisses.
I sighed. Baby. But gave her a hug anyway and left the room.
Back on the Hogwarts Express. I was late in arriving as my mum was still tearful and had to hug me every chance she got: Before leaving the house. After leaving the house. Before getting on the Platform. Once we were on the Platform. And before I could step inside the train, I kid you not, she tried to kill me again.
I looked around for either Hermione or my friends. I finally found Zabini in a compartment with Crabbe and Goyle. Dumping my suitcase on the floor, I was greeted with "hey's", "you got fat", and "fart". Oddly enough, it seems I have missed my friends. We were just catching up and Crabbe was in the middle of his story about his dad (no grudge against me because I'm pure brilliance and I'm his idol. Heh) when the door slid open and then came the face of an angel. So I'm putty in her hands. Whatever. We've already agreed on that long ago.
My friends, being my friends, laughed it up and started in on me.
"Shut up," I said, trying to put an edge on it but I was too happy to see Hermione that I couldn't even attempt to glare at them. "Hey," I said and held her hand, pulling her out the compartment. I didn't want a laugh track accompaniment to come with my first time seeing her again for this year.
"Hi," I said again, once we were safely out of sight of my (and her) friends. I brushed a kiss against her lips. "How was –"
"Why did you not look for me? Especially since I haven't seen you for weeks?" she demanded, not allowing me to finish my sentence. She had her hands on her hips and a stony look on her face.
Oh. On the one hand, it felt good to be wanted after I've done all the chasing after. On the other hand, do I not get to have time with my friends? Woah. I feel like we're an old married couple. Snicker, snicker. Not a bad thought. But oh, have to get back to Hermione. She looks peeved. Hm. Interesting.
"I, uh... You need time with your friends. I thought –"
"Oh no, don't make this about me. You couldn't have at least greeted me for me to know that you're here. You could've gone back to your friends right after, you know."
I gulped. "I know, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It won't happen again."
Narcissa was right. This is fun. She wrote to me a few days earlier, mostly well wishes, but she also gave me a few pointers on "how to train your Veela", as she so lightly put it.
I narrowed my eyes at him, watching him squirm. I'll have to remember to send Narcissa a thank-you note. And maybe a present as well even if I can't ever repay her for this. What she gave to me is priceless.
I wasn't really too concerned that he didn't come see me first, mostly because I knew he'd look for me anyway sometime today. And also because I didn't particularly want my friends to see the looming PDA we'd be having. But I did miss him and saw this as an opportune moment to "train" him.
"Every time we haven't seen each other for a long time, and by long I mean two days at the very least, you have to make it a point to come to me first before socialising with your friends."
He nodded. "Done."
I grinned. "Don't get me wrong. You can spend as much time as you want with them. All day if you want. But I want to be the first person you see. Even just to say hi, and then you're free to do what you want."
He nodded again. "Of course."
"Now kiss me."
He looked at me hungrily and descended on me, his lips closing in on mine. Ah. That's better. I did miss him a lot. And it's so much more fun now that I've come to terms with having him as my boyfriend. Now I can be free to accept that I love him and miss him when he's not around. And it's also fun to order him around. Hah!
"Ahem." We stopped and turned to look at our audience. Phyllis Hofstadter, Hufflepuff prefect. "Inappropriate conduct in a public area – ten points each from Gryffindor and Slytherin," she said curtly and walked off.
"Classes haven't even officially started yet!" Draco yelled at her retreating back in outrage.
"She's right you know," I said, looking up at him.
"Yeah, well, she still has an unnaturally large stick up her arse," he growled. He then grabbed my hand and pulled me a few doors down until he opened one and practically hurled me inside the dark room and slammed the door shut.
"Did you really have to... where are we?"
I heard a click and a dim light flicked on.
"Oh how original, Draco. Really? A broom closet?"
He shrugged. "It works. And I'd rather not have our housemates aiming hexes at me because if we stay out there, I'd keep docking points from our houses."
"Well, you could've just kept your hands to yourself."
"Impossible," he growled out and cornered me to the wall where he proceeded to molest me.
Is it still called 'molest' if it's consensual? I don't know. I couldn't think. His hands and mouth were everywhere and my brain cells have evaporated. Regardless, I molested him back, tearing at his shirt.
Days passed. Then weeks. Then months. The school year is almost about over and I have successfully trained my Veela. Whereas it used to have been odd and caused whispers to both students and faculty alike, it's more of a normal occurrence now.
Every morning, without fail, Draco would be waiting for me next to the Fat Lady and we'd walk to the Great Hall hand in hand. It would happen every day that both Harry and Ron found themselves making small talk with Draco. Breakfast would always be time spent with me, lunch he had wherever and dinner depended on what we talked about earlier.
We'd sit next to each other for every class we shared, but we'd never partner up for projects if there was any. Mostly due to the fact that the one time we paired up for Potions, a small part of the ground fizzled in that Snape almost tried to Avada Kedavra us. But we'd be sitting side by side. Him mostly playing with my hair or his hands roaming around my legs and me mostly trying to flick his roving hands.
I'd sometimes be present during Draco's Quidditch practises because, and he knows this, I like to ogle his muscles as he would sometimes take off his shirt when it gets too hot. Or when he just wants to see my eyes on him. During Slytherin-Gryffindor matches, I'd still cheer for my house but wouldn't mind if Slytherin wins. Harry and Ron hate it, but I don't mind. Winning gives Draco a rush of adrenalin and endorphins and I can always count on a heavy snog-fest after.
Hogsmeade visits were usually spent apart because I like to spend time inside the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes which he claims to give him a headache, but he'd always find me at the end of the trip and we'd stroll around quietly holding hands. It was cute at first that he'd try to purchase every single thing I found lovely, but then it started to get on my nerves, seeing as my room is starting to fill up with cool but useless junk. But the turning point was when I saw the cutest baby ever and Draco tried to buy him! The parents were of course furious and when the rest of Hogwarts found out about it, we were tormented for weeks. Professor Dumbledore even had a talk with us, explaining how we were still in school and should we want to have children, it would be better if we finished schooling and got married first. From that day on, I forbade him to buy me anything unless I asked for it. He complied for a while, but then complained that I never asked for anything anyway. To avoid him trying to buy another baby, I'd request for an occasional trinket or pastry or book.
Today, I was hurrying on my way to the lake where I agreed to meet Draco after my Muggle Studies class. Thor Hawthorne, a classmate, had several questions about Muggle government that I lost track of time and realised I was late to meet with Draco.
I saw him leaning against a tree, looking out at the lake, a look of calm in his face.
"Hey," I panted, trying to catch my breath. "Sorry I'm late."
He smiled down at me and brushed a quick kiss on my lips. "No worries. How was class? Learned something you didn't already know?"
"Ha-ha," I said sarcastically. "You know, you should've taken up that class with me. So at least you won't be a bumbling idiot around my parents."
"An adorable bumbling idiot," he smirked. "Besides, I have no use for it. You'll be with me anyway if I screw up. And we'll live in the wizarding world once we're married."
"But what if I want to live in the muggle world?" I countered.
"So you agree?" he asked, his face suddenly serious.
"Agree with what?" I asked, confused.
"That we will be married. Whether we live in the muggle or wizarding world, we will be married?"
He looked to the ground. "Do you think... Do you see yourself someday married to me?"
My heart skipped a beat. He looked up at me, worry lines creased his forehead.
"Sorry," I began and his face looked stricken. "Draco... No," I started again and I saw he was on the verge of hyperventilating. The last time this happened was last year when we still were trying to get over that we loved each other. "I mean, no, don't think that I will not marry you. I will. I'm sorry, you just took me by surprise, happy now?"
His breathing slowed and he shakily sat down on the grass. "Don't do that to me again." He leaned against the tree and closed his eyes, trying to breathe normally again.
I sat down next to him and kissed him lightly on his lips. His hand snaked around my neck and deepened the kiss. He released me after a while and got to one knee and looked me in my eyes. Grabbing my left hand, he asked the question: "Will you marry me?"
I laughed. "Duh." We're practically married anyway and somehow, I can't imagine myself with anyone else. And oddly enough, in a non-Veela way, I think I'd die myself if he finds someone else. Thankfully, that will never happen.
He rolled his eyes and gave me another peck on the lips before sitting next to me again and got out a dark mahogany case with the Malfoy crest carved on the lid and proffered it to me. "It's an engagement ring. It's been passed on for generations. It serves as protection for the person wearing it. There's an enchantment magicked in it. When it senses danger – and by danger, I mean someone trying to rob you and not you forgetting to look both ways when crossing the road – "
I glared at him. "That happened one time!"
He grinned. "It will do something of some sort. I've never really seen it happen, but my mum told me the one time she was attacked by a robber, the ring let loose a puff cloud and the next thing she knew, the man had been stunned."
"Won't your mum need it, though?"
He shrugged. "Not really. After years of wearing it, the enchantment just stays with you, I think. And our connection grows deeper, so if I sense something is wrong, I just automatically find you. It doesn't matter where you are in the world, I'd just Apparate to you."
"Like you have a built in GPS-system, eh?"
I smiled and shook my head. "Never mind." I opened up the box, preparing myself for another one of the intricacies found only in Malfoy jewellery, but found none of that. It was fair-sized diamond surrounded with tiny zircons and set on a white-gold band.
Draco reached in and took it out of the box and slipped it on my left ring finger. Somehow, seeing him placing it on my finger made me feel happy and warm and just the most comfortable feeling in the world. Like I was going back home from a long holiday away. I looked up at my – oh Merlin – fiancée and saw in his eyes everything I ever needed to know. He loves me. He's my future. He's my (symbolical) home. Leaning back, I snuggled closely to his side, my thoughts wandering.
"Draco," I said after sometime. "Do you think you'd still love me, even if you weren't a Veela?"
He smiled. "Yes. I've thought about this before, back when I couldn't accept that you're destined for me. You're perfect in every way. And I'm not just saying this because I love you, I'm saying it because it's true. Personality-wise, you're the only one who can stand up to me. Not a lot of people can do that. Had I not been a Veela, I would've known that I like you, but I wouldn't act on it because of past prejudice. So it's a good thing I'm a weird creature, or I never would've been this happy."
I snuggled up to him, his warmth comforting me. "I'm glad you're a weird creature, then."
He snickered. "So am I."
Six months later
"I'm going to win this argument and you know it, so you might as well give up," I retorted.
"I love you, you know I do, but I refuse to have Potter and Weasley as best men in my wedding. We get along well, but in no way are they close to me."
"But they're my best friends, shouldn't they be part of the wedding?" I tried on my best I-love-you-pity-me-and-give-in smile but he refused to look at me, already knowing what was coming up.
"Then by all means have them be your maids-of-honour, I don't give a –"
"You curse, you're not getting any from me."
He glared at me. Yes, I've trained him to be potty-mouth free as well. "Zabini will be my best man," he said, controlling his voice and using a tone that meant serious business and left no more room for discussion. Sometimes, try as I might, there's just no winning arguments with him. Especially now that he's more confident that I love him just as much as he loves me.
He took a few steps closer to me and kissed me, gently at first and then rougher, a few nips and nibbles here and there. This is his leverage in arguments. He's just a damn good kisser, I go putty in his arms.
"Alright, alright," I sighed.
It didn't matter anyway. I just wanted to see him all bossy and domineering because he looks hot like that. Harry and Ron would never agree to it anyway. Besides, I call most of the shots. Like the where and when of our wedding. The house. (No elves in our new home – with this he put up a fight, the longest one we ever had and it lasted a good one hour. He gave in, as he usually does.) The side of the bed we sleep in. Groceries. I just liked the angry kisses and ruffling his feathers a little.
A/N: What's this? An update? Yes. Believe it. Kinda short. Sorry it took a while for me to put it up. I won't go into detail with my poor excuses. Just my apologies to everyone who waited a year and a month for this chapter to come out. Thanks to those who still reviewed even after no updates at all! I love you all. All my replies are on the reviews page.
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