The Veela Mate.
Draco's p.o.v;
It's my 17th birthday today i am going into my inheritance tonight as i change to fit my position of my soul mate bond i will have a dream telling me how i will find my mate. My father found mother by her voice his dream was of mother calling his name over and over again until the very pitch of her voice was ingrained into his head. I may find my mate the same way as my parents but it is unlikely. Personally i hope it is harry potter. I know what you are thinking why would you want Harry to be your mate to torture him, give him to the dark lord. First of all the dark lord is dead as harry killed him two years ago in the department of mysteries. He saved his godfather from my Aunt Bellatrix. He helped keep my father out of Azkaban. Second of all I have loved him since i saw him in diagon alley that day before my first year in Hogwarts. I know what part I will have in the relationship between my mate and I. I have always hated being the one in control I want someone to take care of me someone that will know when I need them to take care of the decisions I can make small decisions that will have not impact in my life but deciding where to invest the Malfoy fortune. You know?
The pain has been getting steadily worse as the wait for midnight slowly ticked by. The pain in my shoulders reached a crescendo as I blacked out I hear mother whispering comforting words.
Dream
Green eyes as green as nicely shined emeralds. They pierced Draco's swirling grey gaze as they gazed into his eyes lovingly. All Draco could make out was the man's eyes. Draco felt as if he knew the eyes already...
End of dream
Draco woke up face down he quickly realised where he knew the eyes of his mate from. They were none other than the piercing green gaze of one mister Harry Potter. Draco also realised that he was in fact correct about his stance in his and Harry's relationship. The huge white wings wrapped themselves around Draco's body.
Harry's p.o.v.
Harry awoke violently from a dream not just any dream but a dream that he has been having constantly since the end of the war. He was in the room of requirement and he had a pale body restrained to a four poster bed with scarves. He was taunting the pale sub beneath him denying the boy of his touch. He quickly summoned some lube and prepared the sub for his de-flowering. When he was finished he slowly and lovingly entered the boy beneath him taking care of the fact this was the boys first time. He held still in his lover until the boy groaned his consent to movement. Harry slowly pulled out of the sub before slowly pushing back in making sure he didn't hurt the boy. The boy moaned at him to go harder and faster so he did. Always at the end of the dream he would just be about to recognise the boy before he woke up never knowing who the boy was.