Infernal Dominion

1. Surprise

"Some surprises shock you to the core. They are of the vicious kind."

Malfoys are a protective possessive family. They know it. The world has accepted that. What with all the centuries old jewels and paintings still safely adorned and stored in Malfoy Manor and Malfoy family vaults. Oh yeah, they've got more than one family vault at Gringotts. Several actually. And lets just not even talk about the individual vaults of each Malfoy.

However, the most shocking of all, is the Malfoy engagement ring. The huge, finely cut, emerald stone, surrounded by a total of seventeen small star-shaped diamonds. No other engagement ring has ever been worn by a Malfoy wife. It has been handed down for generations, starting all the way from Duke Gabriel Malfoi, the first Malfoy, who had the ring custom made for his bride, from the French goblins. The ring was beyond beautiful, with the word 'Mine' intricately engraved on the underside. But the ring was so much more than an expensive jewel with the marking, it was a work of art and magic. The ring was infused with centuries old magic, which was detailed, deviously dark and made the wearer completely bonded with the presenter.

The curses ensnared in the ring conveniently ensured the witch's true loyalty and whereabouts to his true master, in this case, the Malfoy who gave the ring to his woman, who could only take it off, once worn, if allowed by her husband or after her own death, or if her son gets engaged. This tidbit about the ring however, was not a popularly publicized fact and only the family members knew about it, hence a long line of females fawning over the Malfoy heir. Currently however the ring was in the possession of one Narcissa Malfoy.

Her son, the youngest Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, was like his ancestors in all things, including the possessive streak. So naturally when Lucius and Narcissa found out that their son was a part-veela, as well, they were more than a little worried about his poor mate.

Narcissa was sitting on the cozy sofa next to the fireplace in her room. The creamy color of the bedroom walls always had a calming effect on her but not today. Today she was worried about the poor girl who would be her sons mate. She had found out about him only an hour ago by the letter from him. Remembering the amount of profanity her son had used in the informing letter had her blushing again.

She loved her only child to bits. Primarily the reason why he was so spoiled. But where a spoiled rich, strikingly handsome cunning Malfoy is a danger to all girls, a veela Malfoy is just a hazard of massive proportions for his mate. And when you add very convenient and barbaric veela mating laws into the mix, its just plain injustice.

Those laws were the major reason behind the tense mothers frown. She cursed her ancestors for being behind the atrocious laws. Oh her son got the veela trait from her side. He was the first veela in the Malfoy family. He got the trait from the Blacks.

She gave the letter from her son, sprawled on the table, a disgusted look and said to her impeccably dressed husband, in a strained voice, "Draco will screw this up if we don't talk to him. He'll hurt the girl and in turn himself if he follows these inhumane Veela laws."

Sitting straight on the bed, Lucius Malfoy gave his wife a pained look and groaned, "You know him Cissa, he won't listen to us, not in this case." Rubbing his temples with his fingertips, he tiredly continued, "You better pray that his mate is a smart pureblood witch, who could handle your son. I'll even settle for a half-blood. God knows how few and utterly stupid the pureblood girls of Draco's age are."

Narcissa cried, "I think, I'll actually kill myself if its Pansy. "

"Oh you don't have to worry about her. She could never be our boys mate. Draco is actually disgusted by her presence so she couldn't possibly be his mate."

"Well, as long as its a smart pretty girl I'll be fine."

"And not a mudblood, I mean muggle-born. Oh God please, it better not be a muggle-born. "

Narcissa nodded in agreement, silently praying for her son's happiness.

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Draco Malfoy was fuming in his office. He couldn't believe his fucked up luck. Just this morning he had gotten this months witch-weekly, which had his face plastered on the magazine's cover. He was this years most eligible bachelor. Then at lunch time he had closed the biggest deal of his career with the Ministry. Malfoy Empire was now the sole manufacturer and supplier of all Ministry Employees official robes. The empire would be doubled in the coming year if all goes well.

But on his way home in the evening, he was so ridiculously happy with himself that he made the mistake of going to the Diagon alley to get some books. He entered 'Flourish and Blotts', and that's when he smelled his mate and his claws came out. His long, steel-sharp veela claws.

Before he could turn around and look at his mate, before he could even give the most decadent scent a name, before he could fully process the gravity of the predicament that he had gotten himself in, he just rushed out of the store and literally apparated right into his office.

Still angry, he got out of his long-back office chair and slammed his fist in the wall, which cracked with the impact and his knuckles started bleeding. How could this possibly be happening to him? Why the fuck now? He already knew the answers to all the questions going through his head. He was a veela from his mothers side. Blacks have veela blood in them but its mostly a recessive trait. Also there is not a set time limit to part-veela's coming out which is why Draco Malfoy came to know that he is a part-fucking-veela at 25. There are many theories behind it but none proven for why it is that way. Veela's don't generally publicize the facts. It just happens when it fucking happens.

He wished he hadn't ever gone to that bookstore. He wouldn't be a veela right now if it hadn't been for that visit. He wouldn't be going through this ache in his chest which was too intense to ignore and, he knew, was because of his mate. His mind had registered her scent, which was so painfully delicious that his blood was craving for her. The veela part of him viciously wanted to claim her as his, right now. The more sane side didn't even know who she is.

He had an idea though. Okay so deep down he already knew who she is but that part definitely didn't want to come out of its hiding place. He shook his head to clear his mind but in the process his gaze fell on the unopened letter on the desk.

He had been debating on whether he should look inside. But realizing he has no other choice, he furiously ripped the letter open and looked at it. It was a response to his letter to Blaise.

Draco

Listen mate, I couldn't get the original copy of the law but the gist of it is that you could claim your mate anytime, anywhere and anyhow you want. You have complete power over her. You can carry the mating process with or without her willingness. Basically she is your property now. You can do whatever you want and nobody can touch you. The law protects you. And the only thing that you can't do is kill her, which you wouldn't anyway because that'll end your extra precious Malfoy life too. That's basically it.

Blaise

P.S: Who is the unlucky girl?;)

This was good news. He has all the power. Bad news was that his mate was the brightest witch of her age. Oh how he hated that woman. She had plagued him his entire life and now she was his fucking mate. Since first year at Hogwarts he had hated and loved her on equal levels. But as he grew up he squashed his love for her and replaced it with hateful obsession and now this was retribution.

If he were being honest with himself, he had desired that witch for too long, but he knew they could never be together, for a number of reasons. His status, her blood. His passion for her, her hatred for him. Oh the list could go on. There was a time when all he wanted was her, right after the war, the obsession was humbling, but he knew with absolute surety that she would have nothing from him, for him, except her boiling loathing. So he stepped down, tried to forget about her. He had been trying and failing for so many years now.

Now, she was his mate. He wondered if it was a blessing or a torment. He would eventually have her but the waiting would be the death of him.

Definitely torment.

Closing his eyes and breathing heavily, he thought that he was in deep hell but by Merlin, he would ensure that she pays for the obsession, the pain, the problems that her existence has caused him. He would make it hard for her.

The Veela laws were useless, he would never force her into a relationship with him. He could never exert his will upon her like that. He cared too damn much. Painfully much. So he had to convince her of his true intentions. Not only his life, his happiness hangs in the balance. But she doesn't know that so he could have some fun along the way.

Delighting in the impending confrontation, he grabbed his cloak from the back of the chair and left his room. It was time to meet the mate.

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A/N

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