Harry Potter and expecting the unexpected ending

Harry slowly woke up to the intense white walls of the hospital wing, which seemed to be a hell of a lot brighter and more colourful than was usual.

The large sterile hall full of hospital beds felt strangely cold and abandoned without the familiar millings of Madame Pomfrey.

Harry tried to sit up to get a better look around but something restrained him at the waist, he turned slowly to see Draco Malfoy laying beside him fast asleep, his arms draped over the small Gryffindor and his head resting lightly on the pure white pillow.

But Draco seemed different to Harry, the intense seed of hatred he had always had for Draco was gone, which confused him deeply, Harry gaped at Slytherin prince but felt no impulse to push him away at all.

Draco appeared much the same as always except his hair was dishevelled, his ears were slightly pointed and when Draco parted his lips to take a deeper breath his canines had a sharper edge than Harry remembered.

It was only as Draco shifted in his sleep that Harry gaped at the huge silver wings that now graced his pale back.

Harry turned his head as he heard the infirmary door slam open, but he didn't see anyone because blocking his view was a pair of large deep green wings.

They were much smaller than Draco's glorious silver appendages, the tips of which seemed to brush gently at his calves, Harry's shimmering green wings only seemed to travel to his hips.

Harry tentatively stroked the wings on his own back and let his eyes flutter shut at the amazing sensations that washed through him.

Draco woke up when Harry jerked with shock, he tried to assess the immediate situation, he was lying comfortably in bed with Harry Potter whom he suddenly had no objection to keeping a tight grip on, and Potter had a magnificent pair of verdant wings?

"What in the name of Morgan le Fay is going on here?" shouted Draco, his throat dry and voice cracked with confusion.

Harry whipped his head round so fast that his neck burned.

"Potter what's going on? Why do you have wings" asked Draco.

"If I had a clue I'd give you one! You do realise you have wings too don't you?" snapped Harry.

Draco looked round to see the silver wings, he let go of Harry and sat up sharply, Harry felt slightly bereft at the loss of Draco's arms but sat up also.

"What did you do Potter?" He growled.

"Me! I didn't do anything what about you, you're the potions expert maybe you did this on purpose!" Harry replied angrily.

"What possible reason would I have to give YOU wings?

"I don't know maybe you want me to try and fly off the astronomy tower!" Harry exclaimed.

The Slytherin turned to face Harry panting angrily, their noses almost touching, Draco leaned forward slowly and pressed his lips against Harry's, they broke apart when they heard a cough coming from the end of the bed.

Dumbledore stood next to Madame Pomfrey, behind the professors stood a strange man dressed in bright green robes, they all had huge grin on their faces.

"What's happened to us professor? Was there a potion's accident? I can't really remember anything," said Harry

"Me either, bloody Gryffindors" mumbled Draco.

"The thing is my dear boy, and the reason you are both here, is that you are both Veela" Said Dumbledore with a harsh snort.

"Is that a good thing?" asked Harry

"Indeed it is Mr. Potter, the Veela race were thought to be extinct, until today that is!

Draco moaned and ducked his head under the sheets, he was a pureblood, this was not happening, no bloody way!

"This is Mr. Livingston," Said Dumbledore as a plump, round faced man with russet coloured woolly hair stepped forward, he seemed extremely nervous but also very excited to be there.

"He is the head of the magical creatures department at the ministry of magic he has a proposition for you both" Dumbledore then gestured for the man to speak.

"Erm ..yes…well.. Oh! I can't believe it a dominant and a submissive this is astounding absolutely astounding!" wailed Mr. Livingston. His big thick black glasses crooked on his hawk-like nose.

"What's Brilliant Mr. Livingston? Asked Harry, he was getting more confused by the minute.

"Call me Gerry Mr. Potter. Oh you're the submissive, can I touch your wings?" said Gerry hopefully, he was almost jumping up and down with excitement.

"I suppose so," said Harry, who was amazingly relaxed despite the situation.

Gerry got within an inch of Harry's wings when Draco let out a loud Growl, everybody turned to look at him and he blushed.

"Sorry"

"Well…yes it's to be expected, you being the dominant and all! Want to protect your mate eh?" Gerry broke into nervous snorts of laughter and patted Draco hard on the leg.

"What is your proposition exactly..Gerry?" asked Draco angrily.

"Oh yes.. erm….We at the ministry of magic require you.. that is um… Messrs. Malfoy and Potter…erm.. to enter the first Veela Breeding program here at Hogwarts!" He clapped his hands together with joy.

"Breeding? As in Draco and me have children? How does that happen? We're both males" questioned Harry.

"Oh yes well nature seems to have found a way around that, the marvellous thing it is!

You see boys once you have had intercourse, Mr. Potter, being what we call a submissive Veela will carry the children in his womb, and yes you do have one.

Then its all plain sailing from then on and soon there will be a nest full of baby Veela in no time, and we'll be able to save a most interesting species!"

Draco and Harry stared at each other in horror for a few seconds.

There was no way they could escape this, once again fate had decided to devastate their lives.