Rated: M (for mentions of abuse and possible torture in later chapters)

Cat:Drarry

By:DragonisNight

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Harry Potter nor the book's universe or any characters. I may however add a few OC's later if I do MPreg. Those will be mine. Bottom!Harry

A/N- This story is for my friend Skittles who finally kicked my butt into gear to do a Drarry. Thanks to my new Dragon software I will be updating more often then usual. Due to several Honors and AP classes I may have issues with posting frequently but I'll do my best. I would Love to get some feedback and reviews! I also would love to hear suggestions and story ideas. Thanks for your support! R/R Here's the story:

Drarry: Silver Wings of My Angel

Draco's POV

I can smell him. He's here on the train. God that scent intoxicating! Yes, I said he. I can tell by the scent that my mate is male.

This year I came into my veela inheritance and since then I have been going crazy with the need to find my mate. He is the one person who can complete me and make me feel whole. I will love whoever it is, but I worry that they won't accept me. I sniffed the air again and frozen my place. Something was wrong with him. He didn't smell right. He reeked of all blood, dirt, sweat, and other filth. He was sick too. I was fuming. Who dare treat my mate that way?! My fangs grew longer and my silver white wings shop from my back. Pansy and Blaise looked at me, wary of my actions. Pansy tried to approach me first. "Draco, calm down," Pansy said. Blaise joined in, "It will do you no good to go charging after him now." They pinned me to the seat as I thrashed around, trying desperately to escape the two. "You will only scare him away from you." My voice sounded more guttural than usual "He is hurt, he needs me!" His body had obviously been calling out to its mate. Submissives send out pheromones when they need their mates (whether for comfort, danger, or just because they miss them). "Let it be Dray exhalation point." Pansy lost her grip and I had one arm free. I tossed Blaise off and ran towards the door when my vision suddenly went dark as I blacked out.

Normal POV

Snape stood at the compartment doors with his wand still pointed at the unconscious boy at his feet. He turned to the two still stunned on the floor. "What happened?!" Pansy quickly got to her feet. "Draco sensed something off about his mate and flipped out." Snape shifted his gaze to the boy still in a heap on the floor. "I will consult his father. You two, bring him to my office." Snape turned to leave the to to carry the now normal blonde back to his office after him. None of them noticed the fragile, concerned emerald eyes that watched them as they left the train.

Harry's POV

I ran from the Dursley's car as soon as the car came to a stop. I didn't want to let them get another swing at me before I left. I loved my heavy trunk and Hedgwig on trolley before passing through the familiar barrier of Platform 9 3/4. Oh, how I had missed the magic world over the last few months. I checked that my glamors were up before I found my way into an empty compartment. I lifted the trunk into the overhead compartment before collapsing onto the seat in a grimace of pain. I was still so weak from the summer's events. This summer was worse than ever. Even though Voldemort was dead, I was still made to stay in that virtual hell. They starve me and made me work like a house elf. Hell, I was treated worse than a house elf. I actually passed out in the yard this week. God, was I punished for that. Oh, did I forget to mention the beating? Yes, they've hit me for years, but this summer it got worse. I counted the damage hidden by the glamour. That comes to 15 bruises, 7 scars (not including the one on my forehead), 1 black eye, 3 broken ribs, a sprained ankle, and the shattered wrist. Must be a new record.

It's timing was worse now since I got my inheritance the summer. Why is it a bad thing? Because I found out I'm a submissive creature. I'm a neko. Yes, as in a cat. I have ears, claws, and a tail that are the same colors my hair. They stay hidden unless I'm in danger. Of course I had to be a creature with a life mate. They decides my future yet again. In addition to claws and the other things, my body and personality have changed a bit too. My body is taken on the smaller, softer, more feminine look. I've always been petite, so that wasn't that much but problem although, my personality is. Thank merlin that we finished off Voldemort last year or else we may have been in big trouble. I'm more setback. I'm a bit skittish, and I may cower if somebody poses a huge threat. It's because I will be protected and reliant on my dominant to provide an love me in exchange for bearing their children. Yes, you heard me right. I will be the one to have kids. The idea is actually not that bad. I've always wanted to have a kid and to carry one would be such a wonderful experience. I know I'm totally flaming out on you but I blame my hormones in this form.

That's why I'm so weak now. I managed to fall asleep until a bit before we reached at the station. Hermione and Ron had come to check on me before the they had to go back to the prefect meeting. I was almost asleep when I heard the commotion in the next compartment. I thought it was just kids getting off the train, but it continued after they got off. One side and a shuffling was all I heard before it peaked my head out and saw Malfoy being carried away. What's with him, I hope he wasn't attacked. Wait! Why do I care? He did help me. Maybe he and I can get along this year. At least we can try to be civil. I managed to get my trunk off the rack before dragging my stuff to the designated area. I was so dizzy in the carriage that I just about passed out. God help me make it through this year. That was carted off to the enchanted Castle.

Normal POV

Draco awoke to Snape pouring a potion into his mouth. He sputtered at the vile content spilling down his throat. After composing himself, he glared the professor. "What was that for?" "It is only to help you control yourself." "But profess-" "Don't "but professor me. Go down to the Great Hall and eat before it's too late." "Yes sir." Draco pouted as he Stolt down the hallway. When he walked through the Great Hall doors, everyone paid no mind to him. They were too engrossed in their own conversations to notice him. He sat at his table and Blaise shoved a full plate in front of him. "Eat." "You don't have to order me around!" Please rolled his eyes and went back to his own food. Pansy sighed at his dull attitude. "Lighten up. Do you feel any better?" "I guess." Pansy tried to change the subject. He needed something to make you mad. She locked onto Harry who was surrounded by a group of guys and girls at the table. "Looks like someone has a fan club, huh?" "Yes, the great Savior boy-who-lived-for-you-to-worship." Pansy smiled at the glimpse of Draco's normal self that began to appear. "So what did Snape do?" "The bastard nearly gagged me with a potion before handing me a huge bottle of the stuff and telling me to take some every night, the slimy git,"

Oh yes, he was back. "Well, good to see you back to normal." Yes, he did feel better. The sight of his enemy had brought him back a little bit. Harry wasn't in a much better mood. All he wanted to do was hang out with his friends, but that wasn't happening. Since they started going out at the end the war they had been leaving him out. They didn't do it on purpose, but he had become the third wheel. That would've been fine, but it wasn't that way at all. Instead of having silence, he was surrounded by a group of guys and girls. His new form made people seem drawn to. He glared at them all. They seem to be oblivious to his discomfort and continued to talk. Finally he had had enough and stormed out of the Great Hall. A few looked shocked before returning to their meals. The two others in the golden trio didn't even seem to notice. The silver trio were the only ones with their eyes still trained on the door. Pansy looked at the other two. "What do you think that was about?" Draco shook his head "I don't know." Harry fled to the dungeons. He felt so ill. Classes for the day hadn't even started yet. He had to stop in Myrtle's bathroom to be sick before he made it to the dungeons

He was early, so the classroom was empty. He sat near the back and set his things down before laying his head down on the table. Harry sighed in the little relief the table gave him. The cold table felt so good against his flushed cheeks and sweating forehead. Snape walked in and stopped to do a double take. Potter was sitting in his classroom. It wasn't his being there that was off, it was his timing. He was always late. Why would the boy be so early? Snape sat at his desk and looked over the boy. He seemed to be three shades of green. "Are you well Mr. Potter?" Harry looked up a little and gave a nod "Fine sir, just tired." Harry was puzzled. Snape had almost seemed concerned for him. Probably just doesn't want me throwing up on his floor. Harry stayed that way as the other students filed in. Snape put the assignment up on the board. This class was smaller since it was for NEWTS. Only a few got in. How Harry had managed to get in was beyond him. He shifted to see his partner and immediately groaned. Sitting next to him was the one and only Draco Malfoy.

Why is he sitting next to me? Harry sat waiting for a snide comment, but it never came. He gave the blonde another glance. He seemed to have his mind elsewhere. Maybe he would be bearable today. God, was I wrong. As soon as class started, he was even more of an ass than usual. Everything I did was criticized by the jerk. I felt even worse than before. I finally just put my head down in defeat after particularly bad wave of nausea overcame me. Malfoy glared at me over the cauldron. "Lazy Potter, trying to make me do the whole thing for you?" Harry whimpered pathetically. Draco was overcome by a strange urge to console him. He shook it off and went back to the potion. As soon as the class ended, Harry bolted out the door to his next class. Draco was left to pout as he packed up and left to his next class. Why had he felt that way towards Potter? He hated him! No, that wasn't quite true. He hated how he refused his friendship. Truthfully, with the way I acted I don't blame him. Wait! Whose side are you on here? He continued to sort through his frustration in his next class and then in lunch. It was even worse when he saw Harry surrounded by yet another group.

He didn't even notice when everyone else left the hall at lunch. He mindlessly fiddled with the end of the blanket that was shrunken in his pocke. He pondered what the strange girl meant and she gave it to them earlier.

Flashback: Hallway after Potions Earlier

Draco was headed out to his next class, when someone ran into him. He stepped back to see who it was. Standing before him was a girl with blonde hair and a dreamy gaze in her eyes. He had heard of this wacko Ravenclaw, Luna. "Oh Draco, just who I was looking for." She suddenly thrust something soft into his hand. "What's this?" He eyed the blanket suspiciously. "It's for you to give your mate as the first courtship gift." Before he could object the loon cut him off. "Don't question it, I swear it is what you'll need to win them over." "Wait! Do you know who it is?" Luna gave a knowing smile that seemed a little crazy and began to walk away. "Ah, but that would be telling." With that she was gone. Draco shrunk it and put the emerald green blanket into his pocket before rushing the class.

End of Flashback

Draco was so frustrated. He began to walk out of the Great Hall. God, he was so frustrated! He hadn't been able to catch his mate's scent all day and it made him angry and feel so empty. He needed to get to the Quidditch fields quickly. Flying always calmed him down. He had only gotten out of the door last few steps when he ran into someone. He was so distracted that he didn't have enough time to catch the person as they fell. He heard their head smacked the floor with a sickeningly audible crack. He looked down to see Harry not rubbing his head, but whimpering over his wrist.

Draco's anger at the roof and he finally couldn't take it anymore. Harry was always the hurt little boy. He hadn't even hit his wrist that hard. When Harry stood up, Draco lost it and took out his rage on him. When Draco took his first swing it landed right on Harry's chest. That's when Draco got the shock of his life. The blow, though not very hard, caused the raven haired boy to clutch his chest and fall back to the ground in the ball, twitching in pain. He began to gasp for air. "Merlin Potter, I didn't hit you that hard!" Draco kept his cool mask though he was starting to get concerned. Harry suddenly be in hacking. What scared Draco was what came out with each struggled cough. Blood, and lots of it. The coughing stopped and Harry got really quiet. Draco cautiously approached him. "Potter?" No response. "Potter?" He knelt down to look closely at the boy.

That's when it hit him. The scent of sandalwood, the woods, and fresh cut grass. Just an outdoor smell. The scent of his mate.

A/N- OOOUUU Cliffie! I'm Terrible I know! Next chapter up soon. Please Leave a comment. I need some encouragement to write more.

-DN

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