Title: Vivica, Chapter One
Author: frkwerewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Disclaimer: The original Veela!Draco idea I believe belongs to Frizzy with her story Magnetic Attraction. I in no way intend to use her plot, just the initial idea. Also, I don't own Harry Potter, because really now, if I did I would be doing a lot more than just writing this. Like rolling around in my millions of dollars.
Chapter One
Malfoy Manor was nothing like what one would expect after meeting it's residents. It was not creepy looking, nor was there dark items placed in full veiw. It did not look strict and uptight. In fact, if the sign leading up to the large estate did not say Malfoy Manor one would not believe this was the place Lucius Malfoy and his son resided.
The white mansion was almost cheery, with tulips lining the front walk. Inside was almost normal. Though, one could only imagine what the other four levels held. Still, the home was in all things, comfortable. That was exactly the effect it had on Draco Malfoy when he returned home for the summer.
His summer was spent casting away the shell he placed upon himself at Hogwarts. Because unlike there, his home was a place he could be himself. He was allowed to walk the halls barefooted. He didn't gell back his hair nor did he dress in perfectly ironed robes. While his father rolled his eyes at the jeans Draco adorned, nobody minded him running down the stairs and out the back door to practice quidditch by himself.
If anything was wrong with the Malfoy Manor, it was the fact that only three people, along with house-elves, resided there. Whether this bothered Draco or not, no one could tell. The boy did not seem to mind being by himself. While at school his friends, i.e. bodyguards, followed him around earnestly, Draco was much happier sitting in his room alone.
It was on the last week of summer term that Narcissa Malfoy found her son exactly there, sitting on his window sill and watching the clouds lazily. She smiled a bit to herself, the most she would ever allow of the movement. Stepping into the room she glided over to where her son sat.
"Draco, dear." She said, her voice barely showing any emotion. "Have you started packing for Hogwarts, yet?"
"Yes, Mother." Draco responded, not taking his eyes off of the sky. Narcissa sat down next to him, looking at his face thoughtfully, before speaking again.
"Are you alright, Draco?" She asked, the tiniest amount of concern showing in her voice. Draco looked over at her.
"I'm fine, why?" Draco furrowed his brow at his mother's behaivor. She was normally content to let Draco do his own thing, he had never really seen her get motherly with him. At least, not since before Hogwarts.
"I don't know... You have just turned sixteen and, well, that's a time when things tend to change for people. Your growing up." Narcissa obviously felt uncomfortable with the conversation she was placing herself in. "I just want to make sure everything is okay."
"What are you getting at Mother?" Draco asked, though his voice did not hold anything but respect.
"I'll be honest with you, Draco." Narcissa said. "Has anything... unusual happened to you recently?"
"I..." Draco trailed off, thinking. He had noticed changes since he sixteenth birthday. His sexual habits had multiplied ten-fold, but he wasn't about to tell his mother that. "A few things, maybe."
"Like what?"
"Er... I've been smelling things... But it's probably nothing. You know those bloody house-elves, someone should force them to bathe." Draco joked uselessly.
"I see." Narcissa stiffened slightly, but gave her son a half-smile. "Well, that's all then. You finish packing. Oh, and don't curse. It's very unrefined."
Draco watched his mother glide out of the room and shut the door behind her. A frown appeared on his face. What had that been about? Two days later, Draco found himself waiting in the foyer with his bags. His father had come home that morning and agreed to escort him to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. Draco paced the hall, looking up only when he heard raised voices from the living room.
"I will not! ....Veela... Draco... Impossible! ...How can.... Not.... Veela..."
Draco backed away from the door as it was thrown open. His father stormed into the hall, his face forcing it's self back into it's cold mask. Draco gulped and said nothing. Lucius stared at his son a moment, eyes narrowed as though overveiwing him, before making his way to the front door. Draco followed silently, knowing better than to speak when his father was in a bad mood.
The trip was uneventful, as was Draco's emerging onto the Hogwarts train. After finding his usual compartment, he left Crabbe and Goyle to their usual devices and stared out the window. His mind rested on nothing but the words he heard his father yelling that morning. What did Veela's have to do with him?
Author: frkwerewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Disclaimer: The original Veela!Draco idea I believe belongs to Frizzy with her story Magnetic Attraction. I in no way intend to use her plot, just the initial idea. Also, I don't own Harry Potter, because really now, if I did I would be doing a lot more than just writing this. Like rolling around in my millions of dollars.
Chapter One
Malfoy Manor was nothing like what one would expect after meeting it's residents. It was not creepy looking, nor was there dark items placed in full veiw. It did not look strict and uptight. In fact, if the sign leading up to the large estate did not say Malfoy Manor one would not believe this was the place Lucius Malfoy and his son resided.
The white mansion was almost cheery, with tulips lining the front walk. Inside was almost normal. Though, one could only imagine what the other four levels held. Still, the home was in all things, comfortable. That was exactly the effect it had on Draco Malfoy when he returned home for the summer.
His summer was spent casting away the shell he placed upon himself at Hogwarts. Because unlike there, his home was a place he could be himself. He was allowed to walk the halls barefooted. He didn't gell back his hair nor did he dress in perfectly ironed robes. While his father rolled his eyes at the jeans Draco adorned, nobody minded him running down the stairs and out the back door to practice quidditch by himself.
If anything was wrong with the Malfoy Manor, it was the fact that only three people, along with house-elves, resided there. Whether this bothered Draco or not, no one could tell. The boy did not seem to mind being by himself. While at school his friends, i.e. bodyguards, followed him around earnestly, Draco was much happier sitting in his room alone.
It was on the last week of summer term that Narcissa Malfoy found her son exactly there, sitting on his window sill and watching the clouds lazily. She smiled a bit to herself, the most she would ever allow of the movement. Stepping into the room she glided over to where her son sat.
"Draco, dear." She said, her voice barely showing any emotion. "Have you started packing for Hogwarts, yet?"
"Yes, Mother." Draco responded, not taking his eyes off of the sky. Narcissa sat down next to him, looking at his face thoughtfully, before speaking again.
"Are you alright, Draco?" She asked, the tiniest amount of concern showing in her voice. Draco looked over at her.
"I'm fine, why?" Draco furrowed his brow at his mother's behaivor. She was normally content to let Draco do his own thing, he had never really seen her get motherly with him. At least, not since before Hogwarts.
"I don't know... You have just turned sixteen and, well, that's a time when things tend to change for people. Your growing up." Narcissa obviously felt uncomfortable with the conversation she was placing herself in. "I just want to make sure everything is okay."
"What are you getting at Mother?" Draco asked, though his voice did not hold anything but respect.
"I'll be honest with you, Draco." Narcissa said. "Has anything... unusual happened to you recently?"
"I..." Draco trailed off, thinking. He had noticed changes since he sixteenth birthday. His sexual habits had multiplied ten-fold, but he wasn't about to tell his mother that. "A few things, maybe."
"Like what?"
"Er... I've been smelling things... But it's probably nothing. You know those bloody house-elves, someone should force them to bathe." Draco joked uselessly.
"I see." Narcissa stiffened slightly, but gave her son a half-smile. "Well, that's all then. You finish packing. Oh, and don't curse. It's very unrefined."
Draco watched his mother glide out of the room and shut the door behind her. A frown appeared on his face. What had that been about? Two days later, Draco found himself waiting in the foyer with his bags. His father had come home that morning and agreed to escort him to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. Draco paced the hall, looking up only when he heard raised voices from the living room.
"I will not! ....Veela... Draco... Impossible! ...How can.... Not.... Veela..."
Draco backed away from the door as it was thrown open. His father stormed into the hall, his face forcing it's self back into it's cold mask. Draco gulped and said nothing. Lucius stared at his son a moment, eyes narrowed as though overveiwing him, before making his way to the front door. Draco followed silently, knowing better than to speak when his father was in a bad mood.
The trip was uneventful, as was Draco's emerging onto the Hogwarts train. After finding his usual compartment, he left Crabbe and Goyle to their usual devices and stared out the window. His mind rested on nothing but the words he heard his father yelling that morning. What did Veela's have to do with him?
