After the feast I said good night to my friends, and looked around the entrance hall for Pansy and Malfoy. I saw them standing by the stairs to the dungeon and I walked to join them as Pansy waved me over. None of us said anything, we just walked in silence, Malfoy staring at me as if he wanted to try something, Pansy staring at him to make sure he didn't try anything and me staring at Pansy to make sure she made sure he didn't try anything. To say it was a tense situation would be an understatement.
After we had walked past the blank stone wall I knew hid the Slytherin common room, we took one left turn and then Pansy stopped in front of a portrait of a beautiful woman. She was tall and stately with an air of superiority about her. Her face was pale and shaped like a perfect oval, surrounded by sleek, brown curls. Her eyes were so dark they were almost black, and they had a calculating glint to them. All in all she gave of the impression of someone you didn't want to get on your bad side. Which obviously mean I would have her on my bad side in no time.
"Lady Sanguina," Pansy curtseyed, and even Malfoy pulled out of his Harry-gazing long enough to give her a slight bow.
"Drrraco," she said, her accent sounding suspiciously French. However, it wasn't her accent that made me shiver when I looked at her. No, it was the fact that when she opened her mouth, I saw something that highly resembled fangs. Trust Malfoy to have a dark creature guarding his rooms. I would bet anything it was a vampire.
"Lady, this is," Malfoy hesitated for a second before continuing possessively. "My mate, Harry Potter. Potter, this is Lady Carmilla Sanguina, resident vampire and a close friend of mine." Vampire you say? My my, one point to Harry Potter.
"Oh, Drrraco! You 'ave found 'im! 'Arry, it iz un plaisir to finally meet you!" She exclaimed, practically bouncing up and down in her frame. All notions I ever had of her being dangerous or superior instantly flew out the window.
"Erm, nice meeting you too, Lady." I said, smiling hesitantly.
"Oh, izzn't 'ee ze sweetest little boy!" Pansy snorted in amusement and I felt more than a little indignant. Calling me a little boy like that, the nerve! Just because she was probably several hundred years old it did not give her the right to call people 'little'. It was very rude.
"She takes some time getting used to," Pansy whispered out of the corner of her mouth, but the Lady heard her anyway.
"Panzy Parkinzon, I 'eard zat!" she cried and Pansy grimaced. I snickered.
"The password is 'Églantine'," She said quickly and the portrait swung open with Lady Sanguina yelling profanities in French. They didn't sound very pleasant and I could see Malfoy wince, so they probably weren't.
I looked around the room and was surprised at how nice it looked. Knowing Malfoy, I had expected something dark and gloomy like Snape's office, but instead it was tastefully decorated in warm greens. It wasn't a big room, but it was very cosy. It had three bookshelves, a fire place, two green armchairs and a very soft looking couch. The couch and the chairs were situated in front of the fireplace, with a table in between them. On the left wall were the bookshelves and also a small window. On the other walls were paintings and photos of different landscape scenes, and on the far side of the room were two doors leading to what I presumed were our respective bedrooms. It was all in all a very nice room, and not much different from something I could have decorated myself. I was impressed, although I would never admit it. My whole world might have been turned upside down, but there were still somethings one didn't say to a Slytherin, and one of them were how nice his or her rooms were. I knew for a fact that it was considered a crime in some circles.
Suddenly I became aware of the fact that Pansy was slowly but surely edging her way towards the portrait hole. "And where do you think you're going?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"I just thought I'd let you two have some time alone," she said mischievously and before I was able to protest, the portrait smacked close behind her. Cursing sneaky Slytherins to all hells, I turned to look at my new room mate. He was looking right back at me, and his eyes almost seemed to glow as he let them move up and down my body. He slowly licked his lips and took one step forward. I took one step back. Soon we were immersed in a weird dance consisting of him moving forward and me moving backwards. Unluckily, Malfoy was a much better dancer than me, in addition to having longer legs, and he slowly came closer and closer.
Desperately grasping for something to do, I asked a question that had been bugging me for a while. "What does the password mean?"
"Oh, never you mind," purred Malfoy, taking another step forward. Damn, my distraction tactic had failed. Looking frantically around for an escape route, I almost missed the look of pain that flitted across the blonds face.
"What's the matter?" I asked anxiously. "Are you in pain?"
For a moment the burning light almost disappeared from Malfoy's eyes, and he looked at me desperately. "Harry, I think you should go," he whispered, his forehead glistening with sweat and his eyes glassy. The abrupt change from crazed Veela to distraught teenager made me feel very uneasy.
"I don't understand, what's the matter?" I said, getting pretty concerned despite my best efforts not to be. I mean, he was Malfoy after all.
"Gods Harry! Get away, please, I can't hold back much longer," he moaned, sounding if he was in deep pain. His eyes were shut and he was shaking uncontrollably.
"Hold back what? Tell me what's wrong, Malfoy, are you in pain?" Worried, I took one step closer to him and hesitantly lay my hand on his arm. That wasn't very smart. His eyes instantly flew open and he looked at me in a way that could only be described as feral.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he growled and then he pounced. Before I knew what was happening I was lying on my back on the couch, getting the living daylights snogged out of me. I was too flabbergasted to move, and I kept thinking that I had been right, the couch really was very soft. After a while I started noticing that this was rather nice, and when Malfoy licked my lips, I slowly opened my mouth. He responded by instantly by slipping his tongue into my mouth and moaning loudly. It was really quite satisfying. Harry Potter, The-Boy-With-No-Experience, could make Draco Malfoy, resident sex god and all around player, moan with pleasure.
Highly encouraged, I tentatively brought my tongue up to meet his, wondering if that would have as big an effect on the other boy. I was not disappointed. Malfoy made a low, guttural noise in the back of his throat that almost made me beam in self-satisfaction. But what was even more interesting, was that as I continued kissing Malfoy I felt a tingle go through my body, starting in my chest and then spreading so that I was filled with a prickling sensation from top to toe. It was gone as quickly as it came, and I pulled back from Malfoy in surprise. The other boy was looking at me with a big grin on his face. For a moment that smile stopped all of my thoughts, but I quickly pulled myself together.
"Did you feel it too?" I asked.
He nodded and smiled, reaching out to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. "That, my dear Harry, was you accepting the bond." He smirked at my surprised look, and I tried to remember what Remus had said about this. The second stage is called the 'acceptance', and that is when the mate accepts the bond to the Veela through a kiss.
Oh.
"Are you ok with that?" Malfoy asked hesitantly, as if afraid of what the answer would be. I didn't answer at once, but thought carefully about it. Was I ok with that? I was surprised to find that yes, I was. I would still insist on taking it slow, but I didn't have a problem with having given him that one kiss of acceptance. He deserved as much having spent the whole summer looking for me. However Malfoy took my silence as something else and began apologizing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to force you into anything, but I just couldn't help myself, I've been looking for you so long and then you were standing there and I wanted you so badly – "
Here I felt the need to interrupt him. "I'm ok with it." I said, smiling. It took him a couple of seconds to process what I had said, but when he did a big grin slowly spread over his face, making him positively glow.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Malfoy," I nodded. "I'm sure."
"Draco," he said suddenly and I looked confused up at him. "I've had my tongue down your throat, I think you should call me Draco." He explained, smirking when I blushed. But he did make sense, and I nodded in response.
"Draco," I tried, the word rolling easily off my tongue. Said Draco nodded satisfied and got up from his position straddling me. I got up as well, walking slowly towards the doors on the far side of the room. When I got closer I could see that one was labelled 'Harry Potter', and the other 'Draco Malfoy'. Making my way to the one with my name on it, I had just put my hand on the doorknob when I heard Draco's voice coming from one of the chairs by the fireplace.
"Wild rose," he said. "The password means wild rose." And as I walked into my new room, I could feel a happy smile spread itself over my face.