So here's my very first fanfic. I hope you all enjoy it!! Oh and Draco may seem very different from the books but don't worry this is only the first chapter, as the story progresses he'll become the bad ass Slytherin prince we all know and love. Ps. this is a short chapter, but don't worry the other ones will be much longer. Thanx for reading! :)

Pps. I don't own anything.

White, hot pain was coursing through Draco's body, causing him to gasp and yell in agony. Sweat was pouring off him constantly making his four-poster bed become a temporary sponge. Draco's breathing was hard and labored. Draco twisted to the side, wrapping and turning the sheets around his legs, as his stomach churned forcing him to dry heave violently for the umpteenth time. No one would hear his cries. No one would know of his passing until it was too late because it was in the middle of the night in late fall and there was a thunderstorm to top it off. The wind howling alone drowned out Draco's cries for help as he thrashed about in his Head boy's bedroom.

"So this is what it feels like," Draco though, "this is how it feels to die."

The though came calmly to Draco, not raising panic or alarm as one might assume. Draco thought back to his third year when he was attacked by that vicious hippogriff. He had been so scared shitless of death. He had been so scared that he had pissed himself, adequately making a fool of himself in front of his classmates. That's the only damn reason why Draco had wanted that stupid animal put to death because it had humiliated him and a Malfoy is never, ever humiliated.

"ARRGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" bellowed Draco. The pain had interrupted his thoughts. It had returned ten-fold. The pain was coursing through his veins making his blood boil and curl. Gritting his teeth, Draco let out a choked sob.

"This was it,'" he though, "this was the end."

Furiously clutching the bed sheets, Draco's breathing had picked up signaling the end to all his suffering. Death was coming quickly to Draco, as he closed his eyes and let himself drown in the black abyss. His death was nearing; his death had come in the form of—

"Voices??? What the fuck is going on?!?"

Straining to listen to the hushed voices Draco only caught bits and pieces of the conversation.

"I fear we might be too late Severus—

"No I can't let him—I just can't," the second voice said while cracking up.

"I know but we will try anyways," said the first voice, urgently.

Suddenly, Draco let out a blood-curdling scream. It was at this precise moment that man named Severus had decided to pour a gurgling green liquid down Draco's throat. What ever that substance had been, it had a calming effect on his pain. As Draco felt his body numbing, he felt his conscious slipping. This time Draco surrendered to the black abyss peacefully and full of hope.

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Bright. Too bright. Those were the only things that registered in Draco's brain as he quickly shut his eyes to shield himself from the pain.

"No way, this can't be heaven," he thought trying to crush that tiny piece of hope that rested in him. "That's not where I'd go," he thought morosely.

Suddenly, Draco's eared picked up voices, hushed voices. But these voices were different from the one's he had heard before.

"Well, it seems as if Mr. Malfoy just may make it through. His vital signs are strong and he's showing fast recovery to the damages that was done to his heart. All in all, I think he just may be out of the woods, " said a voice Draco couldn't place. But that voice did sound familiar, very familiar. Weird.

"But what about the, you know, will he—what I mean to say is will Draco, you know, become that?" said a second voice that Draco did recognize. A voice he would know from anywhere.

"Mum," croaked Draco. Draco wanted his mum, like many other people would agree the best remedy to pain was comfort from your mother. "Mum," repeated Draco.

"Oh! He's finally awake!" yelled another voice Draco knew. Snape. That silky voice belonged to Malfoy's Potions Professor and Godfather.

Severus Snape, Narcissa Malfoy, Madame Pomfrey and Albus Dumbledore all immediately came rushing to Draco's bed in the hospital wing. Narcissa quickly sat down on Draco's bed and began stroking his forehead lovingly.

"Mum, what happened? I don't remember, I— " said Draco hoarsely, while staring up into his mother's ocean blue eyes.

"Here Mr. Malfoy, have some water. It'll help with your sore throat," interjected Madame Pomfrey while handing him a glass of water. Draco gratefully accepted the glass and gulped it down hurriedly.

"Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore why am I in the hospital wing? How long have I been here for? What happened?" asked Draco. He wanted answers and he wanted them now.

Snape sighed fully and shared a look with Albus. "What do you know of Veelas Mr. Malfoy?"

"Err, not much really. I only know that they're beautiful and very protective of their own."

"Mr. Malfoy, I know this may come of as a shock to you, but it appears that you have Veela blood in you and that you may or may not be a Veela."

Draco stared at his Potions Professor in shock. He glanced around at the other adults in the room, who were all doing a very good job of not making eye contact.

Draco looked up to his mother, it was only then he noticed she was tearing up. "Mum?"

"Oh, Draco. I'm so sorry. I didn't even know about Veelas being apart of our heritage," replied Narcissa honestly, "it must've have been on you're father's side." Draco also noticed that his mum's eyes darkened at the mention of his Death Eater father. He then decided to turn his focus back to Professor Snape.

"But what do you mean 'may or may not?' I'm afraid I don't understand."

"Mr. Malfoy," began Professor Dumbledore, "what you have to understand is that a Veela's blood remains stagnant his whole life and that something sets off his blood. Now this something can be anything, an event, a person whatever, the point being that once a Veela's blood is set off the transformation begins. In your case Mr. Malfoy, your transformation was stopped about three quarters way. Therefore we can not be certain if you are or are not a Veela at the present moment."

"Is that what the pain was, the transformation?"

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, it was."

"So I wasn't dying?"

"No good heavens! No you weren't! Oh my poor baby!" said Narcissa, while giving Draco a crushing hug.

"Mum, you're hurting me," mumbled Draco red with embarrassment. "Great, just great! My professors get to see how much my mother baby's me. Well colour me wonderful!"

Madame Pomfrey came bustling back into the room carrying a goblet. "Wait, when did that woman leave?"

"Mr. Malfoy, drink this immediately and then you must go to sleep. All this talk can not be any good for your recovery," said Madame Pomfrey.

"Yes Draco, rest would be very good for us all right now," said his mum. It was only then Draco noticed how weary and tired his mum was. Usually immaculately put together, his mother was a shadow of what she had been with her hair thrown about and bags under her eyes.

"Okay, but then can I leave the hospital wing tomorrow? Slytherin has a match against Ravenclaw coming up in two weeks and I need to get my team into shape."

"I'm afraid we can't do so Mr. Malfoy. Veela's have very adverse side effects and we can not unleash you to the rest of Hogwarts if that is the case," Professor's Dumbledore's voice said gently.

"But what about—

"Get some rest right Draco, we'll worry about those bridges when we have to cross them," his mother said sternly leaving no room for discussion. Draco looked around his hospital room hoping to find some answers. Seeing none Draco begrudgingly took the goblet from Madam Pomfrey. After he drank it, Draco felt the effects almost immediately. Sleep came and claimed him, only this time Draco was not afraid to not come back from the black abyss.