Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Company is not mine. They belong to J. K. Rowling. But if they were mine Harry and Draco would be together!
Author's Note: This is a slash fic. The pairing is Draco/Harry. If you don't like slash/yaoi then leave because I would hate it if you were to flame because of that. I have warned you, so you can't blame me. This fic is not yet beta-ed so please bear with any grammatical and spelling errors. I will fix it as soon as possible. Thanks! Read and Review Please. If you have any questions please don't hesitate to email me at: falling_silver@yahoo.com
Of Lucid Intensity
Chapter 1: Why are heads turning?
It was normal that when Draco Malfoy walked into the Great Hall heads turned but something was wrong, why? Because every head was turned! Even the professors where so to speak, drooling over the said blonde. Now one would wonder why this was happening. I mean, Draco Malfoy is gorgeous and well, sexy. But even so, not everyone fancied him. Certainly not the Gryffindors, but right now, as the Slytherin walked towards his table, all eyes were on him, including the said Gryffindors. Well, all eyes, except for one Harry Potter who was currently missing The Sorting.
Upon this turn of events, any sane person would have started thinking as to why this was happening. Why everybody was salivating over Draco Malfoy. But as you can see, no one is sane right now. No one was thinking straight because there was only one thought that occupied their brains as of the moment, and that was jumping Malfoy.
Malfoy being the Slytherin that he was, knew what was happening and couldn't help but be amused by the situation at hand. 'Ha! I knew this would happen the moment I step into this room. Hmmm… I wonder if my mate saw me… if my mate is even here that is… I just-' Draco mused, but this thought was cut short when Dumbledore started his usual speech every start of the school year. 'Hmmm… what was I thinking about again? Ah yes, my mate.'
:FLASHBACK:
It was summer and Draco Malfoy was back home with his family. They were all in the library doing something of their choice. After a few minutes later, Lucius Malfoy had had enough of his son, and bluntly said, "Draco, will you please stop pacing! It's giving your mother and I a headache."
"Yes Father. I am sorry; it's just that I can't stop thinking about my mate. Who she might be, what she'd look like, her social status, everything about her actually." Answered the blonde to his father.
With a sigh, Narcissa told her son, "Draco, honey, I know what you're going through, believe me I do, it's just that you can't do anything about it right now so you're going to have to be patient. Oh and sweetie, by the way, your mate so to speak isn't necessarily a female. Your mate could also be a male."
"Really? But- I thought- I read-", Draco stammered, not fully understanding the information given to him by his mother.
"Draco, stop stuttering. It is not becoming of you or any Malfoy for that matter." Lucius drawled.
"Draco, although I know you've read books about you being a half-veela and everything, but not all facts about veelas are written, and this is one of them. You coming to your inheritance will be so much more than what any book can say! And as you know, this will be happening on your seventeenth birthday, so be prepared for changes. " Answered Narcissa.
"I see. Well thank you for telling me Mother. At least I can be prepared."
:END OF FLASHBACK:
Now you know the reason as to why every single head turned to our blonde's direction the moment he walked in. As said, changes would occur and occur they did. Not only did he grow from 5'9 to 6'1 but he also filled out on all the right places. His hair seemed to be a bit longer now, and shinier if that were possible. His face was that of an angel and his actions were that of effortless grace. Draco Malfoy was a half-veela and because of this heads would turn and second glances would be made.
But these weren't the only changes. Apparently, Young Malfoy had a mate, one that he would need to find soon. The said mate when found would be his entire world. Without his mate he would die. He would love only one person, and he would only be happy with his mate. This being said, it is safe to say that his mate would be everything to the young veela. But what he didn't expect was that his mate would be the one he least expected. But that's life; it has a way of hitting you with it ugly rear when you least expect it.
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