Heyo guys! It's Osa-Chan here, bringing you my very first fan fiction! Forgive me for mistakes, as I have no beta. Without further ado, here's "A Siren's Lament."

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Draco yawned, waking up after going back to the dorms when the "Chamber of Secrets" rage was over. He glanced around with blurred vision, just barely making out the tall boy in front of him. "'Bout time you woke up, sleepyhead," Blaise Zabini joked. Draco huffed and whacked him with a pillow, very gracefully. Very.

Draco clumsily got dressed, pulling on his white shirt and bold Slytherin tie. Nobody should see Draco Malfoy in the morning. Nobody deserves that. It's far too terrible for human eyes to see, with even animals cringing at such clumsiness and disgrace. However, once he had his coffee, he was officially Malfoy, Slytherin's prince.

Draco had come into his creature inheritance a few weeks ago. He surprised everybody because it was so early, but quickly adjusted to his new ability. As much as he hated to be such a feminine creature, he was a siren. His features had been exaggerated and he had grown pale blue streaks in his now slightly shaggy platinum blond locks. His eyes now practically glowed. On the bright side, he had gotten much taller and slightly better built. They determined that he was the dominant.

Other than physical features, he had also gotten some new abilities. Naturally, he had an allure. For the first week, girls and guys alike were jumping him, yearning to be loved by their newly beautiful Draco. Another ability he gained was fantastic singing. He wasn't exactly proud of this fact, but it wasn't the worst thing to acquire. At least he wasn't completely a girl.

He also gained control over water and sea creatures. This was entertaining in potions when he was feeling particularly devilish. He often soaked Potter. That was very satisfying.

Potter had ignored him recently, and he had no idea why. He was just glad to have the goody two-shoes Gryffindor out of his scales.

However, with his inheritance came a mate. A mate he had yet to find. All his siren instincts were screaming at him to search for his mate and not stop until he was victorious. But Malfoys were calm and collected, not impatient and frantic.

Of course, this had some effect on his physical health, as well as mental. The longer he went without his mate, the more tired and depressed he became. Now, he was almost never happy and wasn't able to play quidditch as well as he used to.

He was overcome with desperation and his friends often had to hold him back from searching the entire castle in hopes of finding his mate, his precious submissive. Pansy was particularly upset with this. She had always wanted Draco to herself, but that was out of the question.

Today was a bad day. His mate was the first thing on his mind when he woke, and instincts overwhelmed him once again. A low, deep growl surfaced as he searched the room with heightened senses. When he didn't find his mate, he leapt up and bolted out of the room, catching his friends by surprise.

He ran through the halls, sniffing until he went by the girl's bathroom. Myrtle's bathroom. He ran inside, thinking screw rules to himself. He sniffed some more, ignoring the frustrated murmurs of Moaning Myrtle.

Finally, he realized the scent lead to the sinks. The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. He sniffed again, the smell stronger. It hit him like a sack of bricks. It smelled like fresh cinnamon and vanilla, smelled of mint, smelled of everything Draco had ever yearned for. The smell was unmistakable.

It was his mate.