Chapter one
Draco's veela Inheritance
Draco was nervous. He had always knownhw would get his veela inheritance at sixteen but he didn't know it would slowly drive him crazy. Ever since his sixtenth birthday his nose had been asulted with the smell of apples and vanilla. Aparently, the smell of his mate would led him to them. He didn't even know if they were girl or boy.
It didn't matter if it was a boy. Whoever his mate was could and would get pregnat by him. He would also be extremly protective and possesive.
His parents taught him over the summer how to control his veela powers. But he would only use them as a last resort. Draco would get his mate with love not lust.
Draco had been given his own rooms just to make sure noone jumped him at night.
Just then Draco's nose was assulted by apples. He didn't even know he had stoop up until he was outside the compartment that was emitting the yummy smell.
He opened the door to see his mate. He was shocked that there laying down asleep was his mate, Harry Potter. What got him angry was that his little angel was covered in brusius. He stepped in locking the compartment after him.
Harry stirred and opened his eyes. "Draco, what are you doing here," Harry adked. "Shh, love, I'm here to heal you," Draco whispered.
"Whey?"Harry asked. "Because you're my mate. Don't worry, Dumbledore and I will explain everything soon," Draco whispered as he placed his hand on Harrys' arm. Draco finished healing Harry and finally gathered the light weight boy into his arms.
"Why are you helping me, Draco?" Harry asked. Draco took a deep breath. It seemed Harry would not wait for an explanation.
"Harry, I'm a veela," Draco said, " and all veelas have a mate. They are able find ther mate by smell. This mate is ttheir life. They portect and take care of their mate. If their mate drefuses them, they die, but that rarely happens since thay are soulmates. They know their meant for each other. Harry you're my mate"
There is a tense silence. Hary's eyes get wide at the realization of what this means. "Does this mean you love me," Harry asked. Draco was shocked for a second. Why would a mate ask the veela that question. "Of coarse I love you. And son't ever hinkk differently," replied firmly." Go to sleep pet. Get some rest. I 'll wake you when we arrive, " Draco said. At this an exhausted Harry finally closed his eyes.
I know it's still short. I'm still working on my two other stories but right now I don't have internet at home so it's really hard. My next story I try will be Harry/voldemort. Or every one lusting after harry. Tell me if you want me to continue this story.
It didn't matter if it was a boy. Whoever his mate was could and would get pregnat by him. He would also be extremly protective and possesive.
His parents taught him over the summer how to control his veela powers. But he would only use them as a last resort. Draco would get his mate with love not lust.
Draco had been given his own rooms just to make sure noone jumped him at night.
Just then Draco's nose was assulted by apples. He didn't even know he had stoop up until he was outside the compartment that was emitting the yummy smell.
He opened the door to see his mate. He was shocked that there laying down asleep was his mate, Harry Potter. What got him angry was that his little angel was covered in brusius. He stepped in locking the compartment after him.
Harry stirred and opened his eyes. "Draco, what are you doing here," Harry adked. "Shh, love, I'm here to heal you," Draco whispered.
"Whey?"Harry asked. "Because you're my mate. Don't worry, Dumbledore and I will explain everything soon," Draco whispered as he placed his hand on Harrys' arm. Draco finished healing Harry and finally gathered the light weight boy into his arms.
"Why are you helping me, Draco?" Harry asked. Draco took a deep breath. It seemed Harry would not wait for an explanation.
"Harry, I'm a veela," Draco said, " and all veelas have a mate. They are able find ther mate by smell. This mate is ttheir life. They portect and take care of their mate. If their mate drefuses them, they die, but that rarely happens since thay are soulmates. They know their meant for each other. Harry you're my mate"
There is a tense silence. Hary's eyes get wide at the realization of what this means. "Does this mean you love me," Harry asked. Draco was shocked for a second. Why would a mate ask the veela that question. "Of coarse I love you. And son't ever hinkk differently," replied firmly." Go to sleep pet. Get some rest. I 'll wake you when we arrive, " Draco said. At this an exhausted Harry finally closed his eyes.
I know it's still short. I'm still working on my two other stories but right now I don't have internet at home so it's really hard. My next story I try will be Harry/voldemort. Or every one lusting after harry. Tell me if you want me to continue this story.