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At the end of the corridor, Harry nearly fell when the train began to move, feeling incredibly clumsy due to the lack of transportation he had been taking recently. Clearing his throat in hopes that no one saw, he opened one last compartment door in hopes that his friends would be inside, but instead...something else happened.
It felt like a wave that washed through Harry, his body tingled all over and his lungs nearly compressed from the scent filling the small space. Frozen at the door he was in front of, Harry parted his lips to speak, but couldn’t manage a single word.
His eyes snapped to Draco, knowing instantly that the feeling he was experiencing had to have been a part of being a Veela. Or at least he hoped so because he hadn’t experienced it ever before.

“Wrong one, I’m sorry.” Harry spoke quickly, trying to look away from Draco but nearly stumbling out yet again from his eyes being glued to him. What was wrong with him? A Slytherin. He couldn’t dare have a mate belonging to slytherin, and Draco at that.