Summary: Malfoy has been a prominent House in the magical world since the 12th century. So has House Zambini. Both Houses are Slytherin. Now, Fate raises it's ironic head when the Heirs to both Houses are forced to reveal their true nature to the people that will mean the most to them.
Chapter One: Binns' Assignment and Deep Dreaming
In Draco Malfoy's considered opinion, only two good things had ever come from the Muggle world.
One, the authoress and undisputed Queen of vampiric horror, Anne Rice.
Two, the enchanting voice of Amy Lee from the rock band, Evanescence.
In fact, he was listening to that voice right now.
'You don't remember me/But I remember you/I lie awake and try so hard/Not to think of you/But who can decide what they dream/And dream I do…'
He flicked his wand, turning up the volume. Fortunately, he slept in a separate wing of Greenfield than his parents, so he could blast the music as loud as he desired. Which could be quite loud.
And Lucius and Narcissa would be none the wiser.
He grinned as he pulled out a quill and his History of Magic assignment.
'Describe, in full historical detail, how veela integrated themselves into the magical world,' he read. Immediately, his grin faded. 'There will be three rolls of parchment due on this topic.'
He sighed.
Just like Binns to make a long project of something that should have been a mere paper.
He, reluctantly, stopped the CD and walked up to the library.
"What do you want?"
Draco managed to keep his curses mental. Lucius was in a snarky mood. Again.
"I'm looking for the family annals since the twelfth century. I have a school assignment on veela," he said, voice deceptively light.
As he browed for the correct annals, Lucius snapped, "And you're using the Malfoy chronicles?"
Draco turned to look at his father with the gaze of one talking to someone who was incredibly slow on the uptake. A patented Malfoy look.
"Of course. They are the closest resource and reference at hand," he replied. "I think it a brilliant idea."
"We've been masquerading as Purebloods for the past three hundred years, Draco! Having veela blood destroys that image," Lucius screamed.
"I'm not ashamed of my history. Mother brought the Pureblood lineage of the Blacks and you, the veela heritage of the Malfoys." He grabbed three books, part of the family annals he wanted. "I fail to understand why you are embarrassed," he murmured as he slid down the library ladder, grabbing a fourth book.
The best way, he mused, to deal with Lucius Malfoy's temper was to remain unnaturally calm.
"I am not ashamed!"
"I won't disturb you again, Father. Good day."
He dashed to his room, dodging a few ill-aimed jinxes and curses from Lucius' wand. Once safe, he muttered a few protective charms on his door.
His father would come for him.
He went to the CD player he had bought with Muggle money in London and turned it on again. Then, he began to browse through the chronicles, writing down the information he needed.
Finally, late at night, he fell asleep.
And he dreamed.
Soft brown hair was twisted around him. He was surrounded by those chocolate waves and was content. For the moment.
Slowly, he travelled down his mate's body. God, he needed her so badly it was painful.
She arched against him, almost reluctant in her surrender to him.
He smiled against her flat stomach. She wouldn't be reluctant for too much longer. Soon, she would beg to be complete.
He jerked awake, startled to find himself in his bed.
I was just in a field of red wildflowers, he thought before he realized it to be a dream. A highly detailed, highly erotic dream.
Then, a second realization hit him
He had dreamed of his mate!! The ancient process was beginning with him.
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Blaise Zambini opened the note that Draco's eagle owl had brought him.
Blaise, this is important! Very important.
It's begun. You?
D.
Blaise rolled his eyes. It was so Draco-esque that it had to be real. Short and to the point.
He re-read it and dropped it. The veela instincts were awakening in his cousin.
Immediately, he quilled a reply.
Hello, cousin. It's good to finally hear from you.
No, the instinct hasn't surfaced in me yet. Since it has in you, I know to be expecting it soon. Await notification from me concerning this further.
Do you know the identity yet?
If it gets to a breaking point, write to Master Severus. He'll help.
Your cousin, Blaise
He closed the note and tied it onto Draco's eagle owl. "Fly."
He shut his window after the bird and sat on his bed. It was going to be a difficult skip year.
Every 100 years or so, Hogwarts took an entire year off to do deep cleaning and to give the people there a rest. Dumbledore had chosen this year to take off. He had said that a break was badly needed by both the students and the teachers.
Smirking, Blaise lay down and began to do some quiet, Malfoy-esque plotting.
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Hello! I'm the authoress, Kurama and Malfoy. These are my favourite men in fantasy worlds, so I figured that I could take that as a screen-name. Yeah! I'm happy, happy, happy!
Oh, I wrote this chapter when I was half sugar-high, so if it seems OOC, please forgive me?