The Silver Prince's Dilemma
Chapter1: Strange and Painful Dreams or the Secret
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of or from Harry Potter J.K. Rowling does though. I also don't own any songs that may be used in this fic so don't sue because I don't have any money either.
An: This a Draco/Harry, Lucius/Snape/Remus, James/Sirius yaoi fic don't like it don't read it.
"No! Please don't die! Aa nii isa (1). Help him someone! Please help him!" All of a sudden I sat up realizing that I had been screaming in my sleep again. This was the sixth time in less then a week and dreams were getting more and more realistic and more painful. Each and every time that I dreamed it felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest. I had just turned eighteen last week and had found out who my bedine (2) was or at least my intended soul mate to put it bluntly. And ever since then I had been having dreams about him dying and me not being able to save him. It was tearing me apart inside having to through this every night more then once a night. But if I told my mother she'd shrug it off and if I told my father he'd be distracted because he was worried about me. So instead of telling anyone about my dreams I just rolled over and curled up in the fetal position quietly sobbing and hoping that my dream was just that a dream.
1 Week Later Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…
It was getting worse I had a fever for over a week now. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't even concentrate. And I'd been having mood swings since I had gotten back to school at the oddest of times. I had put a glamour up to hide my symptoms but I had a feeling that at least one person could see through it. That person was Harry Potter the whole reason that I was like this. He was my mate and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. I was the Silver Prince of Slytherin, I wasn't supposed to feel this way for a Gryffindor and if any especially mother found out I'd be in deep shit. If I acted on my feelings I'd be killed by my mother or I'd die when Harry died at the end of this year. Either way I was screwed so I had decided to do nothing at all. But this was just torture being near him and being unable to act. All of a sudden while I was trying to eat I felt myself start to cry for no reason. This was the first time that I had had a mood swing in front of the school and it was embarrassing. When Pansy asked if I was ok I turned and yelled as loud as could,
" Just leave me alone! I am just fine and dandy! I just don't really feel all that well ok!" And then I just passed out because the strain on my energy and soul was just to much. It just hurt to much to be away from my bedine that I couldn't stay conscious. Little did I know that when I passed out all of the Great Hall was in an uproar about it. Everyone was either panicing or blaming everyone else for what had happened to me. Then Harry Potter calmly walked forward, picked me up, and carried me to the infirmary without saying a word. When I awoke Harry was the only one that was in the room with me. After realizing this I just sighed contentedly.
" What's wrong with you Draco? Why did you faint in the Great Hall so suddenly?" Asked Harry in a worried voice and a strained, worried look. I just turned my head to the side and murmured,
" Well that's simple Harry. I am a veela and I know where and who my mate is but I don't have them yet. And it's slowly killing me from the inside out. Why?" And then the tears started again and I growled in annoyance. Harry looked up and muttered,
" Who's your mate then Draco? I'd really like to help you if I can. I mean maybe I can convince them to mate with you or something. I may fight with you all the time but I don't want you to die either." This made me gasp in between sobs and then sighed.
" It's not that easy though Harry. My mate hates my guts and wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole. And I don't know how I feel about them either. I'd rather wait and find out how they feel about me first. But if they don't feel anything for me then I'll just have to deal with it and die. Then there's the fact that I keep dreaming that my mate is dying and can't do anything about it or stop it. And it feels like my soul is being ripped out of my body and that my heart is being torn in two. So how do you think that you can help me." I said with a voice full of despair and sadness. Harry just looked at me sadly and held my hand while I cried. The last coherent thought that I had was,
'I am sorry Harry but I don't how either one of us feel yet so just stay with me and bare with me until I do. I love you bedine.'
An2: I want to thank all of the great authors out there that inspired me to write this like the author of "Not Your Usual Veela Mate" and Lily Potter-Malfoy among all the other great ones.