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Ok this is going to be my first multi-chapter fiction, so enjoy!

Chapter One: The Truth

The frost ran up the window panes in delicate little patterns. It was winter time and a few days until Christmas, which meant luckily no school for the next few weeks. The more time he spent away from those annoying Gryffindor's the better. They were really starting to bug him. Especially that Mudblood Brown and the Gryffindor half of those gossiping twins he could never remember the names of, all he knew was the Ravenclaw one was just as annoying as her sister. It had been so strange this year. Girls were literally fighting to be near him.

Ok it was nothing that he wasn't use to, girls fell over themselves for him all the time but this was just taking things too far. Even the Gryffindor girl had taken to following him around the bloody castle. It was getting beyond ridiculous and luckily the Mudblood Granger had better sense than to follow the bandwagon that was her Housemates. In fact he was thankful to her, a couple of times he had seen her reprimand them for being 'traitorous' to the Gryffindor house. At least he knew he could count on Granger to say the hell away from him. He'd literally be sick if Granger ever tried it on with him. It was a plainly disgusting thought. The mere thought made chills run up his spine and his stomach want to reject its own contents.

"Draco, my darling? Are you in here?" At the soft spoken voice he smiled and turned to face the woman standing in the door to the library. The one woman he could always count on, and the one woman he'd always protect; his mother. He'd protect his mother until his dying breath, she was the only one to be nice to him without an agenda.

"Yes mother, I'm in here. Come sit by the fire, you look freezing." Draco stood from the armchair and let his mother take the seat. It was obvious from her flushed blue tinted cheeks she had been outside in the snow looking for him, perhaps thinking that he was out on his broom. He sighed gently and sat on the arm of the chair and looked down at his mother. He knew it had been hard for her since his father had been sent to Azkaban. His father might be the epitome of evil, but his mother was hopelessly devoted to the man, and as much as Lucius Malfoy would hurt anyone given the chance, he'd never hurt his wife. Obviously it was a curious happening; but it was a welcomed one nonetheless.

"My baby is turning eighteen this coming year… there is a lot I must prepare you for Draco. A lot I haven't told you before now. My son, you might not believe me at first and I would like you to try and believe what I tell you. Can you do that for me Draco?" The aging woman looked to her son with sad eyes. Her news would change his life forever and there was a good chance that her son would hate her at first and that thought scared the blonde haired woman more than anything that could come about as a result of her secret.

Draco could hear the pleading in his mother's voice and he nodded dumbly and placed a hand on her shoulder gently to show he understood that this was important. Whatever she was going to tell Draco had to be important, especially if she had been searching for him just to inform him of it. "I will listen carefully mother."

"Draco darling, have I ever told you the story of how your father and I fell in love?"

Draco frowned confused. He had often asked that very question growing up but was told he wasn't old enough. Now they decided to tell him? What was so bad that it had to wait until he was nearly eighteen? Nothing seemed that important. Unless he was adopted and was a Mudblood, then that would have been an important thing that he'd have liked to know. Yet he doubted it was that, thank Merlin. "I can't say I recall this particular tale." He muttered with a slight bite to his voice.

"Well it was back when your father and I were in Hogwarts. As you know your father was in Auntie Bella's year and I a couple below. I always had a crush on him and he openly had eyes for Bella only. Years came and past and Lucius left Hogwarts and I went into my seventh year. Everything began to change. My hair grow lighter, my complexion looked clearer and when I went home over the Christmas holidays, Lucius was visiting Bella and Rodolphus. As soon as we laid eyes on each other I could feel the connection. He asked to court me that very night and of course I agreed with the permission of your grandfather Black of course. Though to my dismay your grandmother didn't seem too pleased and that night took me aside and told me what I'm about to tell you." Draco's eyes were on his mother curiously. He might be seventeen but he was not immune to an interesting story, especially one where it seemed his grandmother did not approve of his father.

"So grandmother didn't approve of father?" A small smirk was touching his lips. It would be one thing he'd have over his father, every girl he dated, their parents love him. Ok, they loved his title and wealth, but that was practically the same thing, even though he was only just legally and adult be Wizarding standards, it didn't mean that some of the parents hadn't tried to talk him into marrying their daughters. Yet his father had a hard time convincing his grandmother?

"It wasn't that. Draco have you noticed anything differently lately?"

"I have more girls chasing me around at school. Granger hates me even more, but that might just be the Mudblood's jealousy yelling out. Though also weirdly, like you mentioned, my hair had gotten lighter and it might just be vanity talking, but I'm looking that best I ever have, hell I'd date me if it was possible. Pansy will do in the meantime until I find a way." Draco smirked lightly as his mother tapped his arm gently in amused shock.

"Draco! Don't use young Miss Parkinson as such. It's not gentlemanly! But yes, those are the exact symptoms I was hoping you'd say. It had been the same for me. We're part veela honey. I'm a half-veela which means you are a quarter-veela. But because the male veela is so rare the symptoms are as potent as if you were a full veela." His mother watched as he sat in shock before sliding of the chairs arm and pacing the rug in the library. It seemed to his mother that he was handling it better than she thought he would have. At least nothing was broken.

"Ok, let's say I am a veela. Doesn't that mean I have until my eighteen birthday to find and bond with my mate? And you're only telling my now?"

Of course Narcissa wasn't surprised that Draco knew all about veela's he was the second highest graded student in the whole of Hogwarts, only just behind Miss Granger. She knew she should have told him before now, but she hadn't wanted to believe that her baby had gotten the gene. She liked the idea of pretending that he was a normal pureblood wizard. It's a mother's dream wasn't it? "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before now. I didn't what you to have the gene, to be bond to another the way I am to your father."

Draco had to admit that he could understand her point. He'd want his own children to be normal and not a veela. Regardless, it meant he only had this term to find his mate and he just had to hope she was at Hogwarts or he was destined to go insane. It was a common enough story. A veela couldn't find their mate before their eighteenth birthday and then they slowly turn insane and end up loopier than Lockhart and strapped down to a bed in St Mungo's hospital.

He wasn't going to allow that to happen and form the look on his mother's face she wasn't going to allow it to happen either. It was all so annoying and as grudgingly as possible he had to admit he did believe his mother. He couldn't understand why she'd lie about something as serious as this. He just wished it wasn't true.

Ah well, he smirked to himself gently, he had until the end of the holidays to finish reading up on veela's and then put all his new powers into practise and work on finding his mate. Whoever his mate was, she'd be his, whether she wanted to be or not. He was a Malfoy after all.

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I really hoped you like this and let me know if you think I should continue, I have chapter two all written up, so again let me know what you think of this story so far.

Love Alana xcxc