Now aged 25 and newly qualified, Draco Malfoy was sat in his new office within the dungeons of Hogwarts, Severus Snape having finally got his dream role of Professor of the dark arts had expressed his view that no other could fill his role as well as his apprentice- Draco Malfoy. He had worked hard to rebuild his reputation after the war. Many still saw the Malfoy heir as a miniature Lucius; but that was not the case. During his time at Hogwarts, although he was a Slytherin, he gave key information to the order of what he had overheard in Death-Eater meetings.
No, if he took after any Slytherin it would be his Godfather Severus Snape. But there was one thing he did inherit from his father. One thing he cannot deny- the Veela blood that runs through his veins.
After graduating, Draco found himself changing. Height, strength, eyesight, all improved for the sole purpose that if he ever did find someone to care for, he could protect them. A common misconception with Veela's is that they are creatures purely focussed on sex. Yet if one made a trip to the restricted to section of Hogwarts library , they would find a book called 'The Parental Bond'.
Veela's experience many relationships with their mates. Some find lovers, others siblings. Some find children, some companions. Unfortunately some Veela's don't find a mate at all and waste away filled with loneliness and despair, the lucky ones find more than one mate.
For Draco though, he'd be happy with anyone. His ancestors hadn't always been lucky with finding their mates , but if they did they mostly only found lovers. The ancient pureblood linage of the Malfoy's is a lie. Many early Malfoy's found mates with half-bloods, sometimes even muggleborns! It was only in the past five generations where each Veela was mated with a pureblood. But that didn't matter to Draco he had waited long enough, the black hole in his chest was getting deeper; he needed his purpose.
POP! Draco was interrupted from his thoughts by a doe eyed, slightly dirty house elf.
"What is it Dobby?" Draco barked out wanting to continue imagining a life with his mate.
"Master Draco sir, Dobby is sorry sir, but Headmaster Dumbledore wishes for master Draco to see him." the house elf squeaked rather timidly.
The potions professor sighed and dragged his hands over his pale face. "Okay, I'll make my way up, thanks Dobby," He said whilst grabbing floo powder. "Headmasters office" He stated clearly. Yes, it was the lazy option, but the veela inside was taking all the energy Draco had.
