Silver Allure

Disclaimer: Do not and will not own Harry potter and related characters. They belong to J.K.Rowling and Warner Brothers. This is simply a fanfiction.The concept of Lunarikos however, belongs to me.

PROLOGUE

He had changed, both physically and emotionally. Gone was the bratty blond child, with an overly vicious tongue, that arrogant sneer inherited from his father. Layers of masks were shed as his true self emerged from those scattered pieces, hidden underneath all these facades. Indeed, Draco Malfoy had grown up, in a way. And now, he was being responsible, sitting in Dumbledore's office, waiting for the Headmaster and Snape, the head of Slytherin.

Fawkes was settled on his perch comfortably, one beady eye fixed on the teen. Draco scowled, hating the way he was being scrutinized by the phoenix.

"Stop looking, you bloody bird," he growled. "Never seen a Lunariko before?"

"Ah, Mr Malfoy. What can I help you with?" Doesn't he sound like a waiter? Dumbledore had entered the office, and was not surprised at seeing Draco's appearance in his office..

"I need your protection," Draco said bluntly. "I refused the Dark Mark, and Voldemort has sworn to kill me for my so-called 'betrayal'."

"If you wish my help, I would like you to be honest with me, Mr Malfoy." Dumbledore said gravely, as cornflower blue eyes regarded Draco gravely.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about." Draco muttered, hoping to stall for time while he thought up some plausible lie.

"He means that you will take off that glamor charm, and reveal your true intentions for joining the Light side." Snape said, as he strode in, black cloak billowing behind him.

"But Severus!" Draco protested. A sharp look from Snape made up his mind. Whispering the counter charm for the glamor spell, he sat back and waited for it to take effect. The results were almost immediate. Short, slicked back blond hair vanished, changing into silky golden locks flowing to his shoulders. Cold gray eyes changed, revealing a pair of silvery orbs, with light blue flecks within. His cheekbones were more prominent, his lips fuller, a deep cherry red in color, contrasting with his pale, snowy skin. Dumbledore blinked at this ethereal sight.

"Your mother was the one who provided your Lunariko genes, wasn't she? Your father had Veela blood, if I remembered correctly." Dumbledore said.

Draco fumed inwardly; after going to such lengths to undo the complex charm, all the old fool did was to presume his bloodlines.

"But this isn't anything. Why do you wish to be on our side?" Dumbledore questioned.

"I never said that I was on your side, did I? I'm on my mate's side. If my mate decides to switch, I'll go along with him. However, I doubt it, since he's such a goody-two-shoes. Besides, I have no wish to bow down to a filthy mudblood like Voldemort." Draco explained airily, wrinkling his nose in disgust at Voldemort's name.

"And may I inquire the identity of your mate?" Dumbledore asked, his mind working fast, drawing up various conclusions.

"Oh, don't worry, he's really famous. In fact, he's the effing boy-who-wouldn't-die, Harry sodding Potter." Draco replied bitterly, his thoughts returning to his sixteenth birthday.

¤ Flashiebackie ¤

June the 4th

He was absolutely terrified, as he waited for the clock to chime, signalling his birthday. It would mean that his father would be coming to get his answer. Draco did not want to take the Dark Mark. Honestly, the thought of serving Voldemort revolted him. The man was barely even human, just an overgrown snake who happened to be capable of intelligent thinking.

The door creaked open. Draco started, jumping up from his chair. Narcissa, in her pale glory, stood there, her expression serene. Golden locks cascaded down her back, artfully done to give her an innocent glow. Sapphire blue eyes regarded her son, as her ruby lips curled up slightly.

"Jumpy tonight, aren't we?" she teased gently.

"Mother, are you sure that I'm going to get that inheritance?" Draco asked worriedly.

"Yes, tout petit. Your Lunariko genes are more dominant. You are more drawn to the mysteries of the Moon, and her Goddess, after all." Narcissa assured.

The clock struck twelve, and Draco started to glow, faintly at first, until he shone brightly. There was a ripping sound; wings had started to emerge. He began to fall, only to be caught on by Narcissa. He blinked, as her eyes flickered form a cold, steely gray to a deep silvery color. His hair, like his fangs, grew longer, turned brighter, from a white blond, to a deep burnished gold. He flapped his wings tentatively, and watched as silvery feathers fell to the ground.

"Splendid, my dragon. Now you're truly powerful." she whispered as she stroked his fine hair tenderly. He fell asleep in her arms that night, like he used to when he was just a child.

He woke to the sound of angry voices. Quietly, he padded out of his bed, and slipped into the corridor. He soon found the sources of the voices. They were coming from Lucius' study, far away from his own rooms. Apparently, his senses were better after his transformation. He darted away further, not wanting them to catch his scent.

"No! I won't subject my son to that halfblood maniac!" Narcissa yelled.

"Narcissa, my word is law here. Draco is overdue for for a visit to Voldemort. He is starting to get get impatient already." Lucius snapped.

"So? You know that he'll align himself with his mate in the end. We can both smell that Draco's a Dominant, and he's fated to follow his mate," Narcissa replied calmly. "And you better get going before the Aurors show up." Even though the two of them argued most of the time, they still loved each other. The bond between them wouldn't allow otherwise.

His mate... He had read up on Lunarikos as well as Veelas, seeing that he had a chance of becoming either one. A dominant Lunariko wields power only in the physical sense. The submissive holds power over their mate's heart and soul instead. Suddenly, Draco started to dread finding his mate. What would happen if he allowed someone to get close to him, and have complete sway over his every action? It was unacceptable. Now knowing his next step, he sneaked off into the library. Find his mate, and keep far, far away from him/her.

The Malfoy library was wide and extensive. Draco bet that Granger would give her two front teeth just for a glimpse that the shelves. But for now, he had some research to do. Luckily for him, the library was catalouged into different sections, or else he might have to spend his whole summer with his nose buried in a book and still not find anything of use to him.

A title caught his eye. Silver Allure: Children of the Moon. It was apparently written by one of his ancestors, probably a full blood Lunariko, judging on her vast knowledge of the ancient race.

Skimming through the pages with a growing interest, Draco stumbled onto a spell that he could use. It was an auger to find his mate. Calling up his personal house elf, Jinky, to send up his stationery, he started to read the spell properly this time.

With excitement, he scribbled parchments after parchments of notes, some filled with numbers, some words, and even diagrams and charts. Until he finally got a name. He almost fainted, but remembered that Malfoys were not supposed to faint.

Fuck. Of course, his luck had to be so bad that he had to be his mate.

Harry-bloody-Potter. Of course, destiny had to curse him. Now, it seems to him that he was also overdue for a visit to Dumbledore.

¤ End Flashiebackie ¤

A/N: Okay, I know it's short, but bear with me, 'kay? I work better if fueled on reviews. Hint, hint. If there's any mistake, please inform me. Chapter one will be up as soon as possible.

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