The Dragon's Courtship

Chapter 1

In Which An Inheritance is Given

A miraculous thing about a Creature Inheritance is that the inheritance itself can be, and often is, very fickle. The inheritance can, and often will, skip various generations until it has chosen one who it is considered "worthy." The only exception of this rule would be the Veelas, whose blood runs through every descendant, showing in the female descendants, as well as the occasional male descendant. However, with that process, the veela blood dilutes as time wears on, there being more Half-Veelas and Quarter-Veelas than full fledged Veelas, them being a common, if still beautiful occurrences especially in France.

Another beautiful creature, if highly misunderstood, would be the wild dragons that occupy and roam about the Wizarding World. A very interesting thing about Dragons is that while there are many, many, many specious of Dragons, there is only one species of Dragons that share a common ancestor with the modern wizard. These dragons, which are extremely rare and only come at times of change, are said to hold immense power and show a perfect harmony between dragonkin and mankind. Dangerous and merciless to their enemies while gentle and caring to their sweet mates, the Dragon species known as Drogo is said to be the most powerful creature a normal wizard can inherit.

Draco Malfoy was in intense pain. It was his seventeenth birthday, and he woke up at two in the morning screaming in pain. There, in his bed wearing nothing but a pair of silk boxers, Draco Malfoy was drenched in sweat as he screamed. His back was arched into the air as he felt as if being hit by countless Crucios, the invisible knives sweeping and stabbing at every inch of his being. His five foot eleven body felt as if it was being pulled, squished, stretched, slashed, and burned simultaneously. His pale white skin was browning, his skinny, Seeker-trained body changing as the inheritance took place. He opened his mouth to scream, but instead an inhuman roar came out, silver fire escaping in embers as he opened his eyes in shock. His eyes shone, turning into a rich silver color as his ears seemed to become pointed. His body grew, muscles packing on top of muscles as his arms grew beefy, as well as his legs. His chest grew, muscles forming and a sick pack showing as his body muscles grew. With the muscles, Draco gained height, his five foot eleven frame stretching to six foot four.

He was aware of his new body for only a moment before he became to change again. His screams became demonic like as he rolled off his bed, landing on all fours. Horns sprouted in his head as his nose sunk into his face. His skin started to change, become more and more metallic in color as his face smoothed, before elongating again, his snout becoming pronounced as his head becomes more dragon-like. His silver eyes shone as he opened his mouth, sharp white teeth showing between wisps of white flame. His neck stretched out as the metallic scales sprouted, covering his body like a natural armor He grew to be twelve feet in length, muscles building on top of muscles as he transformed. Wings sprouted from the top of his back, white silverly frames holding dark blue leather that extended twice his height from his body. One wing crashed into a window and smashed it as he extended his wings fully. His hands and feet morphed, claws extending from them as his bones moved, crushing and breaking before healing again as his skeleton turns from human's to dragon's. A tail sprouted from his end, whipping spikes at the end of it. His new front claws curled and extended before slamming into the floor. Draco gave a loud roar, He took a couple of steps, getting used to his new body, before he gave another roar, silver fire erupting from his mouth.

With his transformation complete, Draco's vision darkened, his room disappearing as a vision took over. A teenage boy, much smaller than him yet looking around his age. The boy had raven black hair and emerald eyes. Draco tried to remember who the boy was, but no name was coming to mind. Only the word "Mate" rang through his head as the boy became clearer and clearer. Glasses appeared over his mate's eyes, and the boy was being dressed in Gryffindor robes as on his forehead, a lightning bolt scar appeared over his head. With his figure in his mind, next came a well of sadness and pain. Not from Draco, but from Mate. Mate had suffered, he had suffered so much that it made Draco furious. No one is allowed to make his Mate suffer, no one. Yet there it was, the pain and sadness overwhelming Draco's body as he felt Mate. Death. Mate has lost people close to him, many people. Mate was surrounded by death… Draco's natural Dominant wanted to scream. He wanted to break out of this house and find his submissive, comfort him, mold him, take what is his and lock him away from all the suffering of the world.

He barely noticed the door to the room slamming open as he just lost himself in the vision of his mate. There was a scream, but it wasn't Mate so he didn't care. He could practically see his mate's environment appear around him. Mate was sleeping, lying on a bed just too small for him in a room that was only a quarter size of his own. The room was cluttered with Mate's belongings, but also someone else's. Posters of a Quidditch Team were plastered around the walls, athletes in bright orange robes flying about or simply grinning. There was another bed in the room, and in it was a tall red-headed boy of their age sleeping peacefully. Did they share a bedroom? Why so? Jealousy flooded through Draco as he looked around the room, glaring at the boy that dared to be near Mate. The walls and floor all seemed to be made of wood, and Draco could practically smelled the magic that held the home together.

He turned his attention back to Mate and watched him sleeping. If only he could touch him, he would seal their connection and make Mate his forever right then and there. As he stared at Mate, memories began to float towards his mind. Memories from his human self, his past self. He could see him and Mate interacting, arguing, fighting… it seemed that Mate and him had a rivalry. That obviously had to go as Mate submit to him. He wouldn't have a mate who hates him. The first time they bond, Mate must submit willingly.

More and more memories returned. Him and Mate playing Quidditch, both of them Seekers… he wondered if he would be able to be Seeker with his new body, he wasn't as scrawny as he once were. Every memory seemed to be of him and Mate on opposite sides, and with each memory it became apparent that he had work to make Mate his. But when he is his… Draco is certain that everything will taste all the sweeter.

As he remembered his last interaction with Mate, a name finally came to him. He gave a smirk, his pointed teeth showing as he looked down at his mate. A deep roaring chuckle erupted at the back of his throat as he stared at the Boy-Who-Lived. He opened his mouth and his voice came out like hissing growls as he said, "Harry Potter."

He felt a spell bounce off of his body and the vision was gone. He looked around and roared at the witch and wizard who dared entered his room. "Stupefy!" the woman yelled, the Stunning Spell hitting him but for no effect.

"Where is my son?" she screamed again.

"Crucio!" the man yelled, the Unforgivable Curse hitting Draco. Draco felt little pain as he roared.

"Stop it!" he yelled, flames shooting from his mouth threateningly. "Stop hitting your son!"

That got the witch and wizard to stop. They stared confused at Draco. "What do you mean, beast?" the man asked.

"I am your son," Draco growled. "You both had caused me to stop seeing my mate!"

The woman looked at the man, "Lucius, what is going on?"

"I do not know Narcissa… but I do believe our son had turned into a dragon," Draco's father said.

"Is that even possible?" Narcissa gasped. "I heard of creature inheritance but…"

"I do not know how this is happening, but for now we need to stop him before he destroys his entire room," Draco's father said. He looked at the dragon, and with the confidence and authority of a father, he said, "Draco, turn back into your original form. You are destroying your room."

"After I go to Mate," the dragon roared back. "Mate is mine!"

"Mate? Who is Mate?" Mr. Malfoy challenged.

"Mine!"

"Who is she?" Mr. Malfoy said again. "Tell us and we will find her—"

Draco lashed out at the mention of a female for his mate. Mate is not female, will never be a female. His spiked tail whipped against a wardrobe, destroying it in one fell swoop. "Her!? Mate is not a her! Mate is a boy, a strong boy!"

"Then who is he?" Mrs. Malfoy said.

"I will find him," Draco roared. "Leave me! I need to rest before I look for him."

"Leave you… I am your father," Lucius Malfoy said strictly. "I will not be told what to do by you. Now turn back into your normal self before I am forced to take drastic measures."

Draco growled and stepped towards his father and mother. Both witch and wizard stood their grounds, Lucius glaring at the dragon while Narcissa looking uncertain. "Draco… turn back," she said softly. "You're worrying me."

Draco turned his attention from his glaring father to his mother and breathed through his nose, steam coming out. "Fine," he said. He stepped away from his parents and remembered what his human self, his new self looked like. He remembered the muscles, the strength that he felt. The new physical Dominance that he had in that body, and he growled in pain as his bones began to shift again. The metallic scales turned back into his new tanned self. His tail retracted, his teeth turning back to normal, his ears turning back to their new pointed selves. Draco, now human, was on hands and knees and couldn't help but give a boyish smirk when he saw the new length and width of his cock. He is going to have so much fun with Harry Potter's ass and mouth with that.

Before he stood up, he reached for a nearby blanket and wrapped it around his waist as he stood, noticing that he finally was now taller than his father and mother. He crossed his arms around his massive chest and looked at them. "Better?" he asked.

"Err, yes," Draco's mother said. "Draco… what happened to you?"

"I don't know," Draco said. "I woke up screaming, and now I have a new body, I can turn into a dragon, and I have a Mate who I need to see."

"Yes, well I suppose we must look into this," Lucius Malfoy said. "See if this is permanent, or even what it is called. The only creature inheritance I know of are of Veelas, and their blood dilutes through generations. This cannot be possible, though. You a dragon where our ancestors weren't."

Draco shrugged. He loved his new body and ability to transform. It made him feel more dominant then he already was, and the more dominance and power he had, the better he generally felt. And he wanted to use all that dominance and power on a very special Harry Potter. "There is no way I am reversing this. I love the sensation I am feeling. I feel I could easily kill the Dark Lord if he wasn't already dead!"

"Draco," Lucius said warningly. Draco turned and walked towards his bed, picking up his shredded clothes. He looked at the wardrobe and frowned. He took his wand and waved it, saying "Reparo!" The splinters and wood of the old wardrobe moved by themselves as they easily fixed themselves back to where they belonged. Draco opened the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of silk boxers. He turned his back to his parents and wiggled to put the boxers on under the sheet. It was a bit of a tight fit, Draco noticed that his new enormous bulge was very noticeable, so for his family's sake he kept the sheet on as he turned to his parents.

"Tomorrow, I think I will need to shop for new clothes," he said, more to himself then to his parents. "Then, after that, I may help you find out what just happened to me. But finding my mate will take priority. I do not want to wait for school year to see him."

His parents exchanged a look, Draco's mother worried while his father looked shocked and angry that his son would dare tell him what to do. "Okay then," his mother said. "Since you are fine… I will see you in the morning. Good night Draco, we love you."

"I love you too," Draco said to his mother. "Good night."

When his parents closed the door Draco let the sheet drop, revealing his tight boxers and smirked. "Just you wait Harry, I'm going to make sure that you'll be singing my name. Soon enough, my precious mate."

Harry Potter woke up feeling hot. Visions of white wisps of fire swam in his head as he opened his eyes. Sweat covered his forehead as he felt a most painful erection. Embarrassed, he turned towards Ron and sighed in relief to see his best friend was still sleeping. He turned his attention back to his standing cock, making a small perfect tent in his sheet and pajama pants, and closed his eyes, listing things that were entirely disgusting and not sexy. His thoughts went to pets, cats, women, Ginny, homework, a three scroll long Potions essay that was due in a weak. The last once made Harry grimace, but it had worked as his cock softened to a less noticeable and more comfortable length.

He didn't know why, but he felt as if someone, or something, was watching him as he slept. He looked back at his best friend and saw that Ron was deep asleep. "It couldn't have been Ron," he muttered to himself. He looked outside the window of the bedroom and saw that the sun was just starting to rise above the Burrow. Harry got to the Burrow just two days ago. Professor Dumbledore had approached him at Private Drive and requested that Harry accompanied him as he interviewed an old colleague. The old colleague was an enormous man with a huge walrus mustache named Horace Slughorn. The man seemed to have taught his mother, and both Dumbledore and Slughorn told him about a thing called the "Slug Club."

"He would definitely want the savior of the Wizarding World as part of his Slug Club," Dumbledore warned Harry before they entered Slughorn's home. And he was right, Slughorn took to him immediately and Harry could have sensed that his presence was a huge factor with Slughorn rejoining the school staff.

Pleased with Harry's help, Dumbledore sent him to spend the rest of the summer with the Weasleys at the Burrow, where both were sure and hoping that the Daily Prophet would not bother him.

He looked over at Ron and watched as his friend tossed and turned in his sleep. Ron seemed to be having a rather enjoyable dream, and Harry wondered which boy Ron was dreaming about. Shaking his curiosity out of his head, Harry decided to clean himself and get dressed for the day. He walked down to the kitchen to find Bill Weasley with his fiancé Fleur, talking in hushed tones. "—and there was that goblin who wanted to take the gold even though it was the wizard's property. Ohh, morning Harry."

Harry nodded morning, still feeling strange about how he had woken up. He had never had such a power erection before, he was both curious and worried of the cause. Though, there was no way he could ever breathe a word about it to Bill, or any of the Weasleys.

"What were you two talking about?" Harry yawned as he sat down next to Bill Weasley. "I was telling Fleur about something I've saw working with Gringotts," Bill said.

Fleur nodded and said, "And before zat, I was telling Bill about mates."

"Mates?" Harry asked confused. For some odd reason, that word seemed familiar to Harry. As if he was called that in a dream he couldn't for the life of him remember.

"Yes, mates," Fleur nodded. "I was telling Bill how with mates, there are also two. The Dominant and the submissive, though of course we Veelas are always dominant," she chuckled.

"Oh," Harry said, looking down at the table as his cheeks reddening as his mind went to lewd thoughts. He did not want to think about Bill and Fleur doing… that!

"Ugh! What is it with you men and naughty thoughts!?" Fleur exclaimed. "The dominance and submissiveness is much more than whatever your brains are thinking! Honestly."

"I thought the same as well, Harry," Bill offered, his cheeks slightly red as he noticed Harry's embarrassment.

"It is not all about sex 'arry," Fleur said. "It is about every part of the relationship! We are equals but the Dominant will always look out for the submissive."

"And umm… the Mates thing?" Harry asked, trying to steer the conversation away from sex and save his flustered face.

"For me and y family, it is simply who we fall in love with," Fleur said. "Only full Veelas and other creatues have mates."

"What you mean other creatures?" Harry asked.

"She means that there are more species like the Veela," Bill said. "Though, don't ask us for what they are."

"Why?"

"We don't know," Fleur shrugged.

Mrs. Weasley took that moment to enter the kitchen and Fleur got up immediately and insisted that she would help Mrs. Weasley with the cooking. Harry turned his attention away from the two and instead tried to remember the reason of his unusual waking. The more he thought about it, the more certain he was that the word "Mate" was involved, though he could not for the life of him remember the consequences of that word being used. All he remembered was a deep voice hissing his name and "Mate" as white wisps of fire lick and caress every inch of his body. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to feel those wisps again, the warm flames felt good against his skin. It felt as if he was being devoured by the flames, and he loved every second of it.

A/N: READ THIS! This fic EARNS it's rating. I am warning you now. There will be graphic scenes that will depict relationships with Dominant/submissive undertones, overtones, and any other tones you can think of. BDSM will be addressed and played with, along with the general plot this story is about. While this isn't an excuse for porn, there will be porn. If wanted, I will include warnings for those of you wanting to skip them. And yes, in the future there will be Dragon!Draco and human Harry sex, as well as any other scenes my perverted mind can think of.