Hello there folks! Read quite a few of these stories the past few days, and though I'd give it a shot - hope it works the way I want it too. Read, enjoy and review people!
Disclaimer : I don't own Harry Potter.
Prologue
The past four years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had been eventful. He should know, he was smack bang in the middle of all the adventures, all the problems.
Now, having spent the years 1st to 4th dealing with crazy teachers, strange creatures, weird objects and long buried secrets, he would have expected his fifth year to be just as bad, if not worse. After all, it was O.W.L year, and knowing his luck, something bad and secret would be happening leaving him no time to study and therefore making him fail all his exams.
So no, he wasn't surprised that they had a complete horror for a DADA teacher, or that his headmaster refused to even look at him fro some strange reason he had no desire to learn. He wasn't surprised that Ron and Hermione were drifting apart from him - not that he particularly cared, either - or that the Prophet was once again accusing him of lying, or becoming the next Dark Lord. He didn't care that, apart from Umbridge (the DADA Professor) and Snape, all the Professors were treating him with the care you'd look after a toddler with.
No, this year he had something else to worry about. And a number of problems that stemmed from his new predicament.
You see, when a witch or wizard became fifteen, they came fully into their inheritance. It gave them enough time at school or at home to learn how to control their new magic, or if a creature, the instincts and appendages that usually came along.
Now, he wasn't a creature, although he had come into a special inheritance. But, I will explain that later.
What is most important, you see, is that Harry is what is classified as a Mate. A Mate is the soul partner of a creature with enough soul magic to bond to someone else through their magic the moment the creature in question in conceived. A Mate is the most important thing in the world to a creature, right up the list next to family. A family is what the creature wants to have with its Mate, although its parents are held in especially high regard. A creature's child is just important as the Mate to the creature.
Now, in the world of creatures, no matter which one you were, there are dominant's and submissive's. The dominants tended to be physically strong, with a larger than usual magical core that was used to protect its Mate and children. They are generally tall, with a strong build that coul be used to protect family against attacks. Dominant's could be either male or female.
Submissives, on the other hand, were stronger magically, so they could complement their mate. They also tended to be small, with a delicate build. This is usually deceiving, for although they may look weak, submissives could be more powerful than their dominants. But submissives tend to be kind hearted, and don't like hurting people for reasons that they don't understand, so it usually falls onto the dominants to protect them. Submissives, also, could be male or female.
He was a submissive. Now, no matter how much he may hate this, he wouldn't have really minded if he liked the guy he was to be the submissive of - as, naturally a male can't be submissive to a female dominant. So, he was stuck with a guy. He didn't mind that. Or at least he wouldn't, but considering who he was the Mate of, he hated it.
He didn't really hate the fact that he looked like a girl, even if he didn't particularly like it. He didn't mind the fact that he was short - he always had been - even if he only came up to the insulting height of 5'3. He didn't mind the fact that his hair had somehow grown to his hips over night, nor that it had suddenly gone curly. He didn't mind that his face had gone soft, although it still maintained the sharp bones that spoke of his pure blood heritage. He really didn't mind that his eyesight had been corrected, even though it made his already pretty eyes stand out even more.
No, he didn't mind all that - well, maybe a little bit - but what annoyed him the most was who he was submissive to.
No, what really annoyed was that, on the morning of August first, he had woken up in his comfy bed with another person beside him. A male person. Who he recognised. And didn't like. Not one bit.
He was the submissive Mate to a Veela. A Veela Draco Malfoy.
He had ended up mated to a Veela, one of the strongest creatures currently in existence, a creature that was known for its beauty, its beautiful mates, and its possessive and protective nature. And it was a Malfoy. A pure blood who was used to getting whatever he wanted. Someone who hardly ever had to share. Someone who was protective of what they had.
A Veela and a Malfoy.
Harry James Potter hated his luck.
