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Hi! So I enjoyed writing Dramione so much that I'm back again! If you have any prompts, perhaps give me a message on Tumblr (my username is MalfoyGranger1) and if I like your prompt, I'll have a go at writing it!

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Chapter One

August 9th – Summer before the start of 7thyear.

"A veela?" Draco said to his father, his tone of voice void of any emotion. His face screwed up at the idea, "I'm a veela. A fucking veela", he laughed to himself, despite not finding the situation funny at all. Fucking fabulous, he thought, absolutely fucking fabulous.

"Yes, Draco, that is what I said", the older Malfoy said slowly to his son, aware that what he had just been told was something that was going to change his son's life forever. "An ancestor of ours, Alaisdair Malfoy, married a veela sometime in the 17th century. The gene has popped up irregularly over the years since then", Lucius paused, looking his heir in the eye, "Your mother and I", Lucius said, gesturing between himself and his wife, who stood next to him, "thought it had passed you, too, hence the reason that you're only being told now."

Hope bloomed in Draco's chest, for how would they know if he were a veela or not? Although he didn't know much about the species, he knew enough to know that once they reached maturity, the age of 17, which Draco had done some months earlier, they found a mate. At least, that was what he remembered learning at school when they had briefly learnt about the creatures. He explained this to his parents, but at the look on the older man's face, one of pity, he stopped talking.

"You don't sleep through the night anymore, Draco", his mother said softly, capturing Draco's attention, causing him to look her way, "you barely finish a meal, and your mood swings are awful", Narcissa looked up at her husband, imploring him to tell their only son what this meant for him, what it meant for the future of the Malfoy's.

Lucius sighed, looking up from his wife to his son, "what your mother is trying to say is that these are all things that happen when a Veela has yet to locate his mate, if you don't find her by your 18th birthday, you'll die." Both parents kept their eyes on their son, waiting for the realisation to dawn on him.

Draco's thoughts were flying around his head like a thousand snitch's evading capture from the seeker, in this case, Draco couldn't decide what thought train to follow. Veela? Mate? Death? His mouth opened and closed, unsure of what to say. "I'm a half-breed. For all you rambled on about blood purity, father, and we're tainted by the blood of a fucking creature", he snarled, taking the news he had just received out on his father, despite the fact that this was Great-Great whatever Grandfather Alaisdair's fault for marrying bloody a harpy, Merlin!.

"No, Draco!", Lucius sneered at his son, "veelas are not considered impure!", he tutted at his son, pulling out his wand and summoning a few books that lay nearby on the table. "Read these", he demanded, "if you have any questions once you've read them all, ask me or your mother", turning around, Lucius stalked out of the room, frustrated and insulted at being accused of being impure.

Narcissa approached her son slowly, "you'll be okay, darling", she smiled softly, "once you've found her, all will be well. Just think", she told him, "someone made just for you, she'll be perfect for you, and you her. Not everyone gets that, consider yourself lucky. Whoever she is, she'll be just what you need", Narcissa paused, considering her next words, "Just what this family needs". The mother reached up to her taller son and gave him a small peck on the cheek, smiled at him comfortingly, and left the room to allow her son to begin reading about his heritage.

Consider myself lucky? Draco scoffed to himself, yeah right. He gazed down at the books in his arms, sat down, and began reading.

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Veela's are beings of breathtaking beauty, usually with white-blond hair. They have the ability to entrance the opposite sex by releasing pheromones into the air around them, affecting how the opposite sex behaves. When angered, female veelas transform into a less pleasant looking appearance, with their nose lengthening to appear like a beak. Male veela, although extremely rare, do exist. When they're angered, instead of transforming to appear as a bird, they sprout wings. These wings will also sprout when they complete the mating ceremony with their mate.

Another difference between the male and female veela is that females, unless full veela, are able to choose their life-mate. Males, however, do not. Although, the mate of a male veela is considered to be the soulmate of the veela, and if the veela can persuade the mate to accept the life bond, they tend to live long and happy lives.

Draco slammed the book closed, took a deep breath and called for Mitzy, his house-elf to fetch him a glass of firewhiskey, which the elf did quickly, earning herself a mumbled, 'thanks', from her master. Draco sipped his firewhiskey, knowing fully well that if his mother caught him nursing a glass like he was, he'd likely be in trouble, but deciding to do it anyway.

Wings, Draco thought, I'm going to have wings. To make matters worse, I'm going to bloody die if I can't convince whoever my mate is to accept the bloody bond! Typical, all those times I teased my classmates, like Granger, for not being pure, and now I'm the impure one. The half-breed. No better than that oaf, Hagrid. Fucking fabulous.

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September 1st – Beginning of 7thyear.

"You'll know her when you see her, darling", Narcissa told her son as the three Malfoy's walked along platform 9 ¾ toward the Hogwarts Express, which would take him to school. His mother had been fussing over him since he had been told about his veela heritage, whilst his father hadn't spoken much about it. If he were being honest, Draco was relieved to be getting back to Hogwarts, where nobody knew about the veela part of him, and where he wouldn't be faced with his fathers worried glances and his mother's insistence on talking about how he was coping. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that it was very likely that his mate was going to be there. Nothing at all.

"Yes mother, I do know", he sighed, "my veela instincts will notify me as soon as my veela becomes aware of her", Draco's eyes scanned the platform, searching for his friends, and when he saw Potter and Weasley, he sneered at the two idiots, and then carried on looking for his friends.

"Malfoy!" he heard the distinct voice of one of his best friends call, causing him to spin around and see the three friends he had known for as long as he could remember, Theo Nott, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. He kissed his mother's cheek and shook his father's hand, and after a reminder to owl them should he need anything, or should he find his mate, he made his way over to the three Slytherins stood waiting to board the train with him.

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He had zoned out whilst Pansy was telling everyone who would listen about her most recent shopping trip to Paris when he smelt it. The smell that brought his veela to the surface for the first time. It was a bizarre feeling, almost as if there was another person inside of him, although the books explained that this was not the case, the veela and he were one. He was alert suddenly, which caught the attention of Nott, who was sat right next to him. "You alright, Malfoy?" asked Theo, a concerned expression on his face.

Draco turned to face his friend, "yeah, fine. I'll be right back", he got up and walked down the train, following the scent of strawberries. In the back of his mind, he was aware that this scent was probably the smell of his mate's shampoo or body wash, not her natural scent, but it was still the most appealing thing he had ever smelt. He let his nose and improved sense of smell lead the way, and because he was not paying attention to his surroundings, bumped into someone.

"Oh!", exclaimed the dreamy voice, "You weren't paying attention of where you were going, Draco! That's not like you, the nargles must have got to you. Lucky for you, I know just the remedy", Luna Lovegood smiled vacantly up at him, and was just about to tell Draco the remedy, when he cut her off.

"I don't need a bloody remedy because those ridiculous creatures are made up", he sneered at the Ravenclaw, annoyed that he had been interrupted on his quest to find that mouth-watering scent, "now, get out of my way, Loony Lovegood", it was then that he heard footsteps behind him, and was hit with the very scent that had awoken his veela and caused him to come searching for, although it was much stronger now.

"Gods, Malfoy! Must you be so rude?" Hermione Granger said, sticking up for her friend, although said friend didn't seem so bothered, and was still smiling her dreamy smile. Granger turned to Luna to see if she was alright, when he realised where the smell of strawberries was coming from.

Granger.

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