My Veela Blood
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I just bend the characters to do my own will and as I command them!! Sorry power went to my head.
Summary: Draco finds out he has Veela Blood and has to find his Mate. Just so you know Malfoy's dad is not evil and neither is his mom and Voldamort is dead. Hope you like it…Please review.
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Chapter 1: To Find Out. Draco's POV.
"Draco." My mother called from the other side of my door. Her voice was soft but commanding at the same time. I let out a small groan. I had just got back from playing quidditch with some guys and I wanted to take a shower. I open my door and looked down at my petite mother. Her mouth was set in thin line that was too old for her younger face. I looked into her eyes that were an oceanic blue that held a strength that I had always admired. They were one of her most noticed features because of her smooth pale skin. Her fine yellow hair was pulled back into a tight bun on top of her head. She came up to my a little above my chin at about 5"6. She held her chin high and proud like a true Malfoy should.
"Yes mother?" I said politely. Despite what most people thought I really did love my mother. I respected her confident stature and the fact that she radiated power. Most people thought I got my death glare from my father when I really inherited from my mother. My father's eyes when mad would turn to cold silver ice, which was chilling. On the other hand my mother's eyes would turn to an almost black color with frost around the rim which to me was much more petrifying.
"Your father and I wish to see you in the library." She said in an emotionless voice. I knew enough to realize that she was nervous and was trying to hind it. My eyebrows came together in confusion. The only other time I had ever seen her nervous was when I had grabbed my father's wand and cast a spell where my arm lost all nerves so I could not move it and had to be taken to St. Mungo. When we got back two days later my father was so angry that he grounded me for one month. For a five year old that was like a lifetime.
"Let me just take a…" I trailed off when I saw her do-it-now look. I let out a long sigh and followed her down the hall. The walls were lined with portraits of past Malfoys starting from the first. Cepheus Malfoy, his name-meaning king. His wife Acacia Malfoy is right across from him, her name-meaning elegance, which fits her angelic face perfectly, when ever I saw her she would remind me of my mother with her hair but her eyes were a much lighter blue. We reach the large oak doors that led into the fully stocked library. My father was sitting on a dark green chair looking at me with an impassive face that gave me no clue as to what they want. My mother walked over to him and placed a small kiss on his cheek and sat next to him taking his considerable larger pale hand.
I looked much like Lucius except for a few things. His hair was sliver and went down his back while mine was more of a yellow like Narcissa, and only went past my ears. His eyes were pure silver with a few grey strips that. Like my mother pools of strong power radiated off of him that some mistake as superiority. Over the summer I had a growth spurt and now we both stood at about 6'3" and both have a more muscular body.
"Sit." Lucius said with a lazy wave of his hand to the chair in front of him. I wiped emotion of off my face and walked slowly to the chair watching to see if I could read anything off of him.
"You wanted to see me?" I said. He gave off a sigh and moved forward in his sit. I looked over to my mother and saw that she had a mixture of excitement, and worry on her face. "What is it?" I said as politely as possibly. I have never been a patient man, which was something I inherited from my father. That and the fact that don't like to share what I feel are mine, and also my temper if you push me the wrong way.
He looked me in the eye with intensity. "Your eighteenth birthday is coming up correct." I nodded my head. On July 1, I would finally be old enough to get the Malfoy present as we call it. He continued when he saw I was paying attention again.
"We have been talking about it and have decided now was the time to tell you about it. You see Cepheus Malfoy was a full-blooded veela." He looked at me to make sure that I was paying attention. "His wife, Acacia Malfoy, was his mate. He was a dominant veela so he felt the need to claim her as his own immediately after his transformation. They had, as you should know, a daughter, Cygnus Malfoy, and a son, Lepus Malfoy. "
He sat up straighter as he always did when talking about our history. "When his daughter turned eighteen she did not have that need to find her mate. They thought that she did not get the veela gene until one day her mate entered a room with her that's when they found out she was a passive veela, can only find their mate when close to each other. When her brother turned eighteen he had the same urge as his father and right after the process was complete went to find her." My eyes were wide at this point. I never knew that I had veela blood in my past… but why did I need to know this?
"When they had children the same thing happened to them. The girls all were passive veelas and the males were dominant. On your birthday the veela blood will start to course in your veins and you'll find your mate." My heart was racing. They tell me this now? So if that is true then my father is a veela? Well that answers a lot of questions.
"Don't worry Draco." My mother said in a smoothing voice. "The person you find is like your other half." She turned to look at Lucius with affection in his eyes.
"Of course he doesn't he's a Malfoy." Father said as if that was the answer to every problem. He turned to my mother "Plus this might get you out of the claws of that Parkinson whore… unless you want her." He laughs at my face when it turned to one of utter disgust.
Pansy.
How many men as she been with? She wore too much makeup and too much perfume. Her shirts are too tight and low. Don't get me wrong I like tits just like the next man but I prefer them in a size that fits in my hand. A woman that is naturally beautiful not some plastic doll. Also I prefer a woman, who has a little fight in her, won't just open up for any man that comes along. Is that so much too ask for? No, it isn't.
"Don't even joke about that father." I said with a shudder.
"I found your mother from this… but I would have gotten her any way." He said with a smug look on his face. Mother playfully smacks him on the arm and gets up and walks over too me.
"No matter who she is… I'll still love you." I give her a smile that she calls "her" smile, and walks out of the room. I look over to my father who is now reading some book.
"I'm off to bed father." He nods to indicate that he heard me. I roll my eyes he gets so damn into those books of his. The walk back to my room was when the thoughts began to form. Who will she be? I shudder at the thought of it being Granger. Two days then I'll know.
That night dreams came off my mate. Fair skin, and a smile that could melt ice.