Surprise, I Am Your Veela!
Summary: "I'm your mate? Rolf isn't going to be pleased with this latest development."
Disclaimer: I'm on a Veela kick at the moment. I do not own characters but I do control their minds.
Chapter 1
He should have seen it coming. He'd been told what to expect.
At the age of 18, his hair had started growing several inches in a week. His body had toned out and by the end of his final year and the end of the war, Draco stood at 6"5.
After receiving his coveted place in his family's business, Draco would return home in a state of depression. On more than one occasion, Narcissa had found her only son staring aimlessly out the window. Lucas reassured her that the beginning process couldn't be thwarted.
Now Lucas found his wife sitting beside their son at 3:30 in the morning, clutching his hand as he withered in green sweat stained sheets. Most who knew the Malfoys considered them cold-hearted people and considered Lucas a heartless bastard. Being under house-arrest, Lucas had to finally agree with them on the last part.
He laid a hand on Narcissa's shoulder. She bit her lip as Draco let out another blood-curling howl of pain. "He's been like this for 8 hours Lucas. How much longer does he have to be like this?"
"Draco will be fine Narcissa. All male Veelas go through the changing process." Lucas sighed as Narcissa wiped a tear from her eye. "It shouldn't be for much longer Cissy."
She raised a tear streaked face to him. "You went through the same thing. How could you stand it?"
Lucas squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, his face bland of emotion. "Though I wouldn't go through the experience again, I survived it." He nodded to Draco. "He will too."
The electric shock would not dim. Draco could feel the nerve spark and the electricity would shoot down his blood veins, jerking his entire body upward.
Needles pricked his eyes and ears, causing Draco to yell (screaming is for sissys) at the top of his weakened lungs.
The muscles in his body are pulled in all directions, defying gravity as muscle is twisted and lifted upward. Draco could feel his bones stretching like elastics only to be snapped into place and stretched again. The pounding in his skull felt like Weasel banging on a set of garbage cans, stinging his mind.
Draco's throat was raw from all his manly yelling (not screaming) and sweat coated his face and made his clenched eyes sting. He bared his teeth as electricity shot into his fingertips, numbing the tips.
Narcissa and Lucas had taught him all they could about Veelas for the past 5 years. Narcissa had reviewed with him a Veela's personality traits, appearances, and instincts. She'd clearly told him after turning 20 the changes he would undertake. Lucas had silently provided him with the few rare books written on the topic of Veelas.
At being told he'd become more handsome, Draco had practically anticipated becoming a Veela. Until the pounding in his head had started.
"How much longer Lucas?" Narcissa clutched Draco's hand in her own, applying a damp cloth to his fevered forehead with the other.
"Patience Narcissa. It won't be much longer now."
"You said that half an hour ago."
"If you don't like the answer, quit asking me."
Narcissa huffed, her eyes glancing at Lucas. "Will Draco immediately seek out his mate?"
Lucas fingered his cane. "If he's anything like me he most certainly will." He smiled at Narcissa's blush. "He is a Malfoy dear."
"I suppose."
Draco snapped into a sitting position, gulping air into his weak lungs. Sweat dripped down the sides of his face. Wide black eyes searched the room. Draco's usually smoothed blonde hair now stood at ends. His face snapped from side to side. "Where is she?"
Narcissa smiled. "I'm right here dear. How are you feeling? Would you like something to eat?" Lucas bit back his smile as Draco's eyes scanned the room, ignoring his mother's coddling. "Draco?" Narcissa eyed him carefully.
Draco shook his head. "No, no. I need to go get her."
"Who dear?"
"I need to bring her back." Draco slid his arm out of Narcissa's grasp and immediately slipped into a pair of black slacks. Narcissa gaped, making to rise. Lucas held out a hand.
"Let him be Narcissa. You won't be able to stop him right now."
"But he'll scare the poor girl to death Lucas! It's 4:30 in the morning!"
Draco ignored his mother's shrill voice as he grabbed a handful of powder. Her scent was calling out to him, begging him to come find her. He'd find her alright. "Lovegood residence!"
Narcissa paused in mid-rant to Lucas. "Lovegood? Xenophilius Lovegood? Doesn't he have a daughter?"
Lucas pressed his mouth into a thin line. "I should hope so."
Draco stalked out of the fireplace to the sound of a flute playing in the background. He whipped his head side-to-side.
Her scent is most strong here. His hunger deepened, burning his throat for her. For her scent. Her touch.
She's here.
Where is she?
A musical voice called from another room. "I'll be right with you! I need to make sure my sugar doesn't burn." Draco peered into the other room to find her at the stove in the kitchen.
"There you are."
Luna turned large grey eyes away from her large brass pot. "Draco, hello. I'm just making apricot jam. Are you hungry?"
Yes he was.
That was her scent. Apricots and fresh air. Draco ran his tongue over his lips.
"Did the Ablters steal your shirt?"
Draco stepped forward, his eyes darkening. Luna watched his face. A predator stalking his prey. Very interesting.
"Does it matter?"
Luna smiled sympathetically. "Albters are quite sneaky during October. Shirts seem to be their favourite article of clothing." She tilted her head to the side. "Are you too warm? You're sweating quite profusely."
Draco paused mid-stalk. "I've had a rough night. Do I repulse you?"
Luna's laughter fills the room as she turns back to stirring. "Sit down, make yourself at home." Draco frowned as she turned her back to him. How dare she turn away from him? He continued towards her, his arms away from his sides.
"Are you having trouble sleeping Draco?"
Merlin help him, the sound of his name coming from her mouth…
"You could say that." Taking a final long stride, Draco planted himself directly behind Luna. His arms rested on the counter, trapping her between himself and her stove. Luna continued stirring, humming softly to herself with the flute.
"If you like, you can help me stir the jam. Stirring apricot jam soothes me. I do believe it's the smell of the fruit that tingles my senses, making me sleepy."
Sleep? Who wants to sleep? Draco could think of something far more soothing than being lulled to sleep by jam stirring. He rested a hand over hers on the spoon. "I'm not in the mood to sleep Luna." He breathed into her hair. "You smell… so inviting. Delicious."
Luna laughed. "Thank you. It's the apricots. I also spend as much time as possible outside in the fresh air." She glanced to her left to find Draco's arm closing around her waist. "Do you want to take over stirring?"
Draco laughed, his face still pressed into her hair. "I'd rather we forget about stirring altogether."
"But the jam will burn then!" Luna protested as Draco forced her to release the spoon. He easily shuffled her to the side counter before hoisting her up. Draco flashed a smile down at her. Even with Luna sitting on the counter, she was still a bit shorter than him.
"I'm not interested in the jam. I'm interested in you." He slid his arms around her, standing between her legs. Draco lowered his head and pressed his mouth against her throat, breathing her scent in.
Luna giggled. "I always thought of you as a hugger Draco. I like hugs too."
Hugs? Draco shook his head, gently biting Luna's ear.
He wanted her. Right here, right now. The Veela inside him demanded he take her as his own on the counter. Forget the bloody jam. "I want you Luna. Now." His hands travelled down to her thighs, feeling her shiver.
"Draco, the jam will burn. You really must stop."
Draco's head shot up, his eyes darkening in anger. Luna will not tell him to stop. She was his mate damn it! He would mark her one way or another! She was his. He frowned as Luna leaned away from his mouth. His hands gripped her face firmly. "Mine, you are mine."
Luna's eyes glanced over his shoulder, her hands gripping his wrists. "Oh! More company! The Snigglemiffs are really on the move tonight!"
What! Draco whipped his head around, teeth bared. He'd murder anyone who came within a foot of his Luna.
Lucas smirked. "Hello Draco, Luna."
Luna tapped Draco's shoulder. "Can you please move Draco? My jam is burning."
So let me know what you think. My computer's being a bit weird so I'm doing spelling check and such. If anything's funky or doesn't make sense, let me know! :)