Roaring of the Blood
It was midnight. A bell chimed. The moon light played off of the face of a pale boy. His hair an off white; with stormy eyes that churned like waves. The boy sat brooding. His body ached. In an abnormal way; somewhat between a sexual longing and that of a spiritual awaking, all he knew was that something was beginning to happen to him. Something he didn't understand. A pain shot up his arm. He slumped in his chair. Inside his own mind he stood in a chamber. He could still feel his blood burning; yourning for something. But what? What is this feeling? Around him his family were gathered. His mother; Narcissa stood and held a locket clasped in her hands. " For your mate, so you never feel too far away." She spoke with such affection that Draco had never experienced. The phantasms faded into wisps around his head and the burning increased.
All of a sudden he was back inside his body, fully coherent. He felt much more alive than he had in his whole life. The pain though, was a mind numbing pulse. It pumped every couple minutes; reminding him that he was not a pureblood. He was a full fledged. Full blooded, Veela. His legs grew, his bones protesting with the growth spurts. His muscles felt firm like he would never again have to work to achieve a flawless physique. His blood roared for his mate. Almost in a painful fit or a seizure that burst forth from his very core. God, it hurt so much; like he was being crucio'd a thousand times over. Then all of a sudden it stopped.
He looked into the mirror near his desk. He had grown. Images of the Granger girl flooded his mind. How her hair frizzed when she got too hot. The way her eyes sparkled when she cried. Her small nose. Even her buck teeth... or the teeth that used to be an overbite; he now found alluring. Her lips. Just thinking about them made him stagger. He collapsed down on the four poster bed. The way her cheeks flushed when angry, her chest heaving. The way her hips swayed when she walked. Merlin! Even her feet left him in awe. He clutched the sheets, he couldn't control himself he was changing into an aroused state. Wings broke through the skin and they grew and grew. It was an erotic yet disturbing pain rose through his spinal cord. Tremors broke through his body, now in a sweaty state.
"Bloody Granger... grrr Granger." The boy growled. He felt light headed. Fangs sprouted from his incisors. What the bloody hell was going on, Draco didn't know. He spent the rest of the night in a fitful sleep. The locket his mother handed him rested around his neck. He would spend many nights in that state. Until the day dawned when the yournings subsided. He didn't know why.