It was a warm afternoon, the kind that makes you want to go to the park and enjoy the sunshine before fall started to freeze those days out. The lone figure of a small boy walked hesitantly towards the homey looking shop of Madame Malkins.
A blond head snapped up, causing his parents to look at him suspiciously. He glanced towards the shop with and almost predatory gleam in his eyes. His tall and statuesque parents smiled knowingly and gestured for him to follow dark haired boy.
The bells at the top of the entrance to Madame Malkins jangled cheerily as the waif like raven haired boy walked purposefully into the shop. The sweet and motherly shopkeeper for whom the shop was named stepped out from behind a rack of robes holding a pin in her mouth. She looked good naturedly at the boy and smiled when she noticed his nervousness.
"It's quite alright love, is this your first fitting?" she asked kindly
"Yes, it is ma'am." The boy looked down sheepishly and said "I am going to Hogwarts and just need some school robes."
The happy looking woman looked even happier if that was possible and inquired "Oh dearie me, you're a first year? It's not often an 11 year old comes into my shop alone, where are your parents?"
She immediately knew something was wrong when the boy looked down at his feet and started shifting his weight from foot to foot. She gasped as he moved his bangs from his forehead and looked up shyly his brilliant green eyes seeking acceptance? Love?
Madame Malkin sat down and tried to wrap her head around this, Harry Potter was standing before her in her store.
"They're dead ma'am, and my uncle didn't want to go shopping with me, he said that I wasn't worth it."
Suddenly a bang of the door alerted her to the presence of another boy, a tall slender blonde boy who was looking at Harry Potter with almost adoration in his eyes.
"Mr. Malfoy?" The shocked woman asked
"Yes, Madame Malkin. How may I help you?"
"Well, where are your parents duckie?" she asked curiously. She had never seen the young Malfoy heir without at least one of his parents present. It seems that after Narcissa became pregnant, they both did all they could to get away from the Dark Lord in order to give their son a good life.
She did not receive an answer because as soon as she asked her question, the elder Malfoys swept in with their usual air of superiority, but as soon as they saw their son their faces softened and they smiled at one another lovingly.
Draco Malfoy stepped up to the young Potter boy with his hand raised and said "Hey, my name is Draco. It's a pleasure to meet you and I hope we'll be good friends."
Harry stepped forward to shake the blonds hand and as soon as their hands connected, their was a blinding flash of light and the adults had to look away to shield their eyes. As quick as the flash came was as quick as the light went away and the adults could open their eyes.
"Wait- What- What was that?" Madame Malkin stuttered clearly shaken
"Well apparently, Draco and Harry are veela mates. Both my wife and I are half-blooded veelas so Draco is seemingly a half veela too." The Malfoy patriarch mused
"But-but-but I thought veelas only found their mates when they reached their majority at age 17?!" The baffled woman burst out
The two Malfoy elders looked at each other before a gaze of comprehension swept over their faces quickly replaced by a look of disgust.
"You know how a veela mate is always supposed to protect their mate?" Narcissa asked
Madame Malkin nodded.
"Well the only plausible explanation I can think of is if Harry is in danger from people who are supposed to care for him, so Draco feels the need to save him." She looked sickened but smiled when she saw the two boys still holding hands with content smiles on their faces.