A/N: I know that there are actually quite a few stories like this, but this is my try at one so if it sounds too much like someone else's, sorry, wasn't my intention and I'll fix it right away.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter in it's entirety.
Warning: This will NOT follow the movies or books very much, the most that will be stated, is that Harry was in the Triwizard Tournament and Cedric Diggory died. Characters may be out of their normal personalities, so don't make that a comment that so-n-so didn't bitch someone out for something. Also, it will be BoyXBoy stuff, so if you don't like either of these things, don't read it.
Summary: Draco is coming into his Veela Inheritance and he'll find out who his Mate is. Does this bode ill or merry will for him?
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Draco's POV
I've been restless lately and no one will tell me why, though my father acts as though he knows. I feel like I'm about to rip his head off if he won't tell me. Wait, since when have I been so violent, or willing to show any sign of violence toward my father? I pace across my room at midnight thinking all of these things and I feel like I'm about to scream. I am currently 14 and have finished my 4h year at Hogwarts. My best friend is Blaise Zabini and on occasion I think that Harry Potter is a good friend, but sometimes we fight too much and I don't know what to do about him. I give up on any attempt at sleep and go into my study and start writing.
Dear Harry,
I'm sorry if this reaches you so late and disturbs you from your sleep, but I haven't been able to sleep all through the night for a few days now, and I'm beginning to grow angry about it because I believe that my father knows what is wrong with me.
I've been thinking about how often we fight sometimes and it worries me now. Why am I worried? Why am I even writing this to you? Will I even send it? Oh well, I can't wait for the summer break to be over so that I can see you again because I'm in need of some guidance. You've always been the best in good advice and you're good friends with Gr- Hermione, could you ask her what might be wrong? I would rather she not know why you're asking or who your asking for, it seems like something she'd laugh at and ignore.
I don't even know why I keep thinking that things are going to change drastically soon. I can't believe how early we got out of school this past year, it wasn't even two weeks before my birthday and they put us on the train. I guess that's because of what happened to you and that poor Diggory boy. I hate to bring that up, knowing what you went through, please forgive me for being so insensitive.
My birthday is in two days, there is an invitation with this letter, if you can come. I hope that those muggles will let you go, or I'll come and get you myself. The party will be something that you won't want to miss.
I hope to see you soon and I might try to sleep again. I'm sorry if this wakes you, if so, goodnight, if not, good morning.
Sincerely Yours,
Draco Malfoy
I sigh and fold the parchment up, blushing at how Harry might interpret it, I then grab an invitation to my birthday party and tie them together before handing it to my little barn owl, "Get that to Harry, don't care how fast, just go," I mutter to the bird and shove it out the window, none too gently. I then go back to my bedroom and fall asleep fitfully. My dreams, if I even believed in Divination, I'm certain, not even Professor Trelawney couldn't have interpreted. When I wake it is nearly noon and my owl is pecking at my window with impatience. I stumble out of bed to let it in and take the reply with a signature in messy scrawl that could only be Harry's.
Dear Draco,
Are you okay? Anything else other than the restlessness? You don't sound quite like yourself. And don't worry about waking me up, I can hardly sleep some nights too, though it doesn't seem as bad as you sound. I got this just this morning though.
What about our fights? We don't hurt each other, we just have strong opinions and we can't help but try to force them on each other and everyone else around us. Is something wrong with that? We're teenage boys, I hear that that kind of fighting happens a lot. I want break to be over as well, I hate my aunt and uncle, they don't give two licks about me and I don't care any more than that about them. I've always felt better at school. I've been cared for by friends and teachers, Snape and our poor excuses for DADA teachers aside, and it is where I belong. Why do you need my guidance, is it just because of your confusing thoughts and your restlessness? I'll write to Hermione immediately for you, though she'll probably ask for other things that might be wrong with you.
I don't mind other people talking about Cedric, just don't ask me to join in the conversation. I hope that we can figure out some way for me to come to your party, I want to so badly. I highly doubt that the Dursleys would let me go though, not without some good threatening at wandpoint. (Don't even think about it, Drae) I'll see you soon, either way.
Sincerely Yours,
Harry Potter
I smile at his nickname for me then quickly made my way back into my study and start to write back.
Dear Harry,
Sorry, but no, nothing else aside from the restlessness. I otherwise feel fine. I am happy though, I did get some sleep this time
I don't know if there is or isn't something wrong with our fights, so don't ask me. I just feel like we do it so often that it's almost routine and I don't want to always fight with you, I want to be able to have a calm conversation with you or debate something.
I'm sorry about the rotten relatives, we all have them, it just is our luck if we get the chance to know them or not. (Lestrange) I know how important school is to you, with or without me and that is what makes me happy, knowing that with or without me, you'd still be happy. I am feeling a bit too sentimental now, sorry if this all sounds strange, I blame the lack of sleep.
I look forward to the party now even more (Sorry, but I can't resist, I'm going to make those muggles pay for treating you so poorly).
Sincerely Yours,
Draco Malfoy
I fold this one up the same as the last and hand it to the owl again who gives me a flat look. I give him a treat first then hold out the parchment again. This time it is taken and the bird files off.
I then head down for breakfast and my mother seems pleased that the bags beneath my eyes are lightened. I explain that I could actually sleep then dig into my meal, my left foot tapping slightly.
"Draco, something bothering you?" Lucius asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Not at the moment, why do you ask, Father?" I say calmly with a raised eyebrow back.
"Your foot," He replies simply and I look down, see it tap, then stop it with a conscious effort.
"My apologies, I guess I just can't sit still, perhaps it is the excitement for my party," I say with an easy smile.
"About that, Draco, I don't think that a party would be wise this year," Lucius says looking almost nervous now and Narcissa seems just about as much ill at ease.
"But we already have invitations sent out, the decorations, it's not that I'm so attached to the idea, but why upset everyone and waste the money?" I ask, now realizing why they seem uneasy, because that same feeling has spread to me.
"It's not that, darling, but, with how little rest you've been getting, that even the potions don't help at night, we don't want you to overexert yourself," my mother says in a soothing tone.
"Narcissa, perhaps we should just tell him," Lucius whispers to her, but I catch it anyway. She gives a single nod and Lucius turns his attention back to me where I sit, stiff backed and ready to bolt. "As you know, there is strong Veela blood in my family line," He starts which only gets a nod from me. "Well, it skipped me, for reasons we don't know why, but it seems..." he pauses, "to have come back with a ferocity for you," He finishes.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, not knowing where this is going, but knowing what it is about eases the tension in my body a little bit.
"You are coming into your Inheritance," Lucius explains, "You will be a full Veela on your 15th birthday and that will not be an entirely pleasant experience. You're magic will be becoming greatly expanded, your body will mature within that day, you, perhaps, may not be able to change into a normal form and be stuck in your True Veela form for the entirety of the day, and, if your Mate is at the party, you will possibly go into heat until you can be Bonded to them," Lucius says, almost uncomfortable at mentioning the last part.
"I'm certain that I can handle the magic, maturity, and True form, but... 'go into heat'? What does that mean? And Bonded to my Mate?" I ask, trying to figure out the meanings, sure, I've heard of certain animals that go into heat, but I don't know what that means.
"Your hormone levels will be very high and when you sense your Mate, you'll have certain... urges," Lucius says with a firm glare. "We've already had 'the talk' don't make me have to repeat it," he almost begs.
It then makes sense in my head and I my mouth forms a silent 'o.' I start blushing and bury my face in my hands. "Got it," I mutter. I would... well, I'm a teenager, I might as well put it bluntly. I would become horny and probably wouldn't be able to resist sex with my Mate. I'm guessing that that sex would be what is the Bonding to them. I then think for a moment, "Wait, will my Mate be a male or female?" I ask, knowing that either way is acceptable for a witch or wizard with creature blood. Heck, Veela can impregnate a male or become pregnant with their child, so reproduction wouldn't be an issue, he's just concerned about the... 'technicalities.'
"We don't know," Narcissa answers for her husband who went slightly pale, perhaps thinking of his son being gay.
I sigh then nod, "Very well, but wouldn't it be better to have the party then? So that I can get this over with?" I ask, knowing that my wording was insensitive, but it seems best to sound like I don't want it all that much at the moment.
"In some ways yes, but if your Mate is one of the guests to the party, it could ruin the fun by you..." Lucius breaks off, paling again at the thought and I think too, perhaps I couldn't control my Veela and I'd just rip off my Mates and my clothing then take them right in the middle of the room with family and friends, oh Merlin, and Harry! I let out an audible squeak at that last thought and my parents give me a concerned look. "It is honestly up to you, if we see things going towards that direction, we'll get the guests out for you," Lucius says calmly.
I nod, "I'd still like to have the party, and I'll try to control any... urges, that my Veela side may have. I'll be sure to attempt to get to a private room before anything mortifying happens," I assure them then stand suddenly and walk out. I need some time to think about this, two days and all of this might happen. I half pass out on my bed again, it seems that I can sleep better now that I know what is going on here. I wake up again to my owl that seems just about ready to dig his talons into me and rip me to shreds. I take the letter from him quickly and hand him a treat before he goes back to his cage and ruffles his feathers with frustration and starts to clean them.
Dear Draco,
Just don't hurt them, they're the only family I have left and can go back to, otherwise I would probably go to a foster family and that doesn't sound any more fun.
I look forward to the party but I won't be able to write for a while, this is some of my last parchment and I'm also writing to Ron and Hermione on a regular basis, sorry.
Sincerely,
Harry Potter
I wasn't certain that I wanted to have Harry over now. He'd probably see something he shouldn't and I might very well make him my bonded. I almost shudder at that thought, but then shake it off, I wouldn't be able to do that to Harry, Veela or not.
A/N: Dramatic irony if it isn't obvious, the pairing plus that last line
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