To say that Draco Malfoy was in pain would be wrong in the physical sense yet, in the emotional sense you would be correct. It had been three months, two weeks, and a day since he had found that his veela mate was the one and only Hermione Anne Granger. It had been two months, one week, and four days since the Malfoy family had joined the light side to help their son to bond with his pre ordained mate. You my dear readers may be thinking to yourselves "Well how selfish can one family be to just switch sides for ones family benefit," but that is where you are wrong. How can I help you see that your logic is corrupt? Ah, the beginning that sounds to be the best answer.
On the eve Draco Malfoy's fifteenth birthday is where it began. The Malfoy family was sitting in the dining room when a most curious even took place. The family was just about to begin the fourth course of dinner, when a shrill scream seeming emitted from the young Malfoy heir. The parents of this heir seemed calm and collected during this seemingly crucial period and all that was able to be heard from their mouths was a sigh of annoyance that said "And so it begins." You my dear readers are probably saying to yourselves "What selfish gits called parents to that poor adolescent in pain named Draco," but once again you are wrong. You see, this was not the kind of death threatening pain, oh no. This was the pain of a young male adolescent's veela transformation. Dear readers this was the most important night of the whole Malfoy family's destiny. Because this was the night Draco Malfoy became a veela and found out who his pre-ordained mate was, and as you very well know this was the night that turned their world upside down.