When Veela's Collide

Chapter One

Every fiber of his body screamed out its pain. His whole body convulsed with it came to life with it shouted its presence in a way that could neither be ignored nor dismissed as easily as he would have liked.

Chimes could be heard distantly, for some reason the sound seemed significant but he couldn't remember why.

The pain was beginning to subside now fading until all he could feel was a dull ache which seemed to reverberate around his body. He heard a painful groan echo out then realized that the sound had fallen from his own lips...then another realization hit him.

His awakening.

The memories assaulted him. His misery about becoming a Veela, the conversation he had had with Pansy...putting two and two together he knew why the chimes had felt so significant to him. The noise had been from the Slytherin mantle from the clock that sat there...signaling midnight.

So it had happened...he'd become a Veela.

Ignoring the throbbing pain that threatened to explode through his temples he strained his neck and finally opened his eyes. His gaze was met by Pansy's worried face looming over him. Her features looked gaunt and her eyes had a slightly frantic look about them.

"Draco" she gasped when their eyes locked, her face settling slightly when she realized that he was awake. But looking past the worried hue he couldn't miss the slight flare of lust that lit her gaze as she took in his features.

Frowning slightly he pulled his body into a sitting position and ignored his friends probing stare.

"Fuck" he swore "I feel like I've been hit by the fucking Hogwarts express." The sentiment had his eyes going wide and he automatically…due to force of habit…lifted a pale hand languidly to check his hair.

As he had expected it was fine, every platinum strand still held firmly in place

He was suddenly struck by a thought which caused him to smile. He hadn't felt an attraction towards Pansy when he had locked eyes with her nor had he felt a pull from her scent that was familiar for some unknown reason yet not compelling...so he could deduce that Pansy was not in fact his mate.

His smile grew into a grin as relief washed through him. As much as he loved Pansy it was purely in a friendly way and he knew he could not stomach her as his wife, not with the way she sometimes tended to act.

There was only so much female attention and cooing a man could take.

Another thought that struck him was her lack of response to his newly awakened charms. Even though he had seen the dim lights of lust glaze her eyes it was not as strong as it should have been, she should have according to his research been spouting nonsense to him in order to gain his favour.

Not that he really wanted her to be lusting after him, one less infatuated woman was a good thing on his list...but still the lack of response was strange.

"It's done" Pansy whispered as though she had truly witnessed a magnanimous event yet was unsure of its actual happening. He rolled his eyes at her tone, biting back the sarcastic remark that longed to spring from his lips...despite her quick whit and brains Pansy really could be an airhead.

"So it would seem" he grumbled rising unsteadily to his feet. Looking down at her he held out his hand to help her up. Once she was on her feet he turned his attention to dusting off his robes and smoothing out the wrinkles his fainting fall had created.

A shaky cough had him arching a light brow at his friend who continued to stare at him probingly...for some reason he got the impression that she was searching for something.

"What" he ground out with more than a slight note of irritation colouring his voice. Her constant staring was beginning to make him uneasy.

"You have changed...haven't you Draco?" she asked her voice full of questioning and what he recognized strangely as confusion although he couldn't understand why. What the hell was she blathering on about?

"You are a Veela now...aren't you?" she added, her eyes unsure as she asked the question.

Draco snorted and repressed the urge to laugh, of course he'd become a Veela, though he was loath to be resigned to the fact. She'd just witnessed his awakening herself...yet she had to rub salt into the wound by asking idiotic questions.

"No Pansy" he drawled. "I was just writhing around on the floor passed out and in agony because I thought it was something fun to do" the sarcasm heavily noted in his voice which made her blush.

"Of course I'm a fucking Veela" he rasped spitting the word 'Veela' from his lips as though it were pure poison.

"Then why aren't your charms working?" she said quietly and he frowned then, knowing that he had just been wondering the same thing...something was definitely not right here. As a newly awakened Veela his charms would be difficult to control, she should have been lusting after him openly.

"I mean for some reason" Pansy droned on "I feel some sort of attraction in the air...it's like lighting so electric you can feel in running vaults up your veins bubbling through your blood. You want to possess it…taste it make it your own…it's just not coming from you" she finished on a confused note.

Draco's frown deepened to a scowl…sometimes Pansy's empathic abilities were a hindrance being that she could read him like no other. But now she was able to tell him that something was different, something new was in the air…something more powerful than his own Veela awakening

"Who's it coming from then" he asked and for once his voice was free of its usual hostility leaving nothing in it but an openly honest curiosity.

Sighing Pansy closed her eyes, for the longest time she seemed to stand as though frozen to the spot her face never changing as the minutes ticked by. Slowly she opened her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Well" Draco edged impatience noted in his words now.

"I don't know" was the soft reply.


His head ached as though a thousand knives were piercing his brain. He stood slumped against the wall, his breathing erratic and his whole body twitching from the pain that had set his very skin on fire.

How he had managed to drag himself from his common room this far was a mystery to him…being that he didn't remember even doing so. He had no thought to care at the moment, as he began to ascend the staircase his mind was full of other more pressing issues.

He did however recall both Ron and Hermione hovering over him when he had awoken, and how they had looked at him with hurt filled eyes as he had pushed away from them. What did they expect? That he would share this with them when they had not shared it with him…hardly.

Without bothering to knock he entered the formidable oak door. With unnecessary force he swung it closed as he stepped fully into the room his eyes resting on the desk only a few paces before him.

"Please Harry take a seat" a voice rang out clearly and although a part of Harry wanted to defy him and stand he knew that he didn't have the strength. Taking a few shaky steps forward he sank into the proffered chair but his stare told the rooms only other occupant he was doing it because he wanted to, not because he had been told to.

His eyes were icy as they surveyed the old man who stood before him…a man whom he had had so much faith in. A man whom he had followed so blindly and willingly as though his every word was absolute with no reason to not obey it unquestionably, someone he had looked up to and respected as an elder.

It was ironic really that he had betrayed Harry most of all.

Numbness seemed to settle over Harry, an impassiveness that he had never been aware he had…he'd been Dumbledore's pawn for far too long. Now Harry was going to use him for his own purposes.

He was going to get his answers.

"Lemon drops Harry?" Albus Dumbledore asked warmly and Harry pinned him with a scathing look. It was always the same with him, use sweets and false kindness to accomplish his own means. To break the guards of others before questions could be asked, but Harry was wise to him now…wise to his manipulation.

"Stuff your niceties Albus for someone who actually needs them" he spat at his headmaster. He instantly noted his tone caused the twinkle which shone so brightly in those blue eyes suddenly disappeared and he felt a great satisfaction knowing that he had been responsible for the loss.

"Harry a bit of courtesy would not go amiss here" Dumbledore replied an edge to his voice which signified warning. It was a warning Harry took no heed of, he was too busy seeing red at the elder mans audacity.

"COURTESY" Harry roared rising to his feet. "You fucking took away my chance to know what was inside me Albus, you let me wander about with this…this thing asleep in my blood. While I was worrying about your god damn war and Voldemort and now you have the cheek to throw the word courtesy at me" he seethed his voice reaching a pitch which had Dumbledore wincing.

"I know your upset Harry…" Dumbledore began but was cut short by Harry's snort. Upset didn't even begin to cover the enormity of what he felt right now.

Harry looked at the old man who had lied to him, and betrayed him when he had never suspected him. He felt an anger so intense so potent in its heat that it burned at his skin. He felt his back tingle then a fiery pain seared across his shoulder blades, two enormous black wings ripping his shirt from his body and splitting the skin spread wide filling the office.

He dropped to his knees his breath ragged and his shoulders stinging. He'd never known an intense pain like it, never been told the side effects of his condition.

"What the fuck" he gasped.

"Harry, you share many qualities with the Veela one being transformation when your angry…you should know this Harry" Dumbledore said a slight tremor in his usually powerful voice. Harry again snorted at his headmasters words.

"Well maybe I would have read up on it if I would have known" Harry spat. Willing himself to calm down and was rewarded with the wings folding back into his now shirtless back, wincing a little as they retracted.

Standing he dusted the dirt fragments from his black jeans then raising his head he eyed his headmaster with distain.

"Although I feel too disoriented to deal with you now Albus, you and I will talk again and when we do you will give me the answers I seek." His tone brooked no refusal, headmaster or no he would break through the very wards of the office to get the answers he wanted.

With that he turned to leave only to have a whispered question thrown softly at him before he could fully depart.

"Do you know who your mate is Harry, being a dark Veela you should contain the knowledge." It was at least one thing he had been able to conceive in this whole mess, depicted by the dreams that had haunted him before his awakening.

Harry closed his eyes, oh yes he knew who his mate was alright…another reason for him to hate Dumbledore right now. He hadn't given Harry the chance to prepare…hadn't given him time to take this in, if they had expected him to take it in stride then they expected far too much of him.

He pictured blonde hair so light it was almost white, silver eyes that could darken to the colour or mercury and lips that could even tantalize even when they were graced with nothing but a smirk.

"Yes" he sighed in frustration and resignation "Its Malfoy" and with that final whispered word he left an un-shocked Dumbledore in his office. Not noting how the headmaster's eyes resting on the ripped shirt lying on the floor and how once again those eyes no longer twinkled.

It was to be a long restless night.


Making his way from the Slytherin dungeons Draco Malfoy growled deeply as his mind shifted to the events that had recently taken place. It had not been the most enjoyable of mornings within the Slytherin dorms.

Today there were no lessons due to an emergency meeting which had been called…it must have been something very important because even professor Snape seemed to be very concerned about it. Draco could hardly recall a time when he had seen his head of house in such a state.

Sighing he closed his eyes.

That was not however the only reason for his irritation. Although for some unknown reason his powers were not as strong as he previously thought they would be...the admiring glances were now beginning to show themselves on his fellow Slytherin's.

Even Pansy had looked at him with renewed vigor in her eyes when she had greeting him this morning. Respectable dorm mates who he had conversed with easily enough, now reduced to gibbering hormones as they told him of the elaborate things they had done in their lives.

Why was it that he had to be graced with this cursed gift? Even though half the student population wanted him already he would have gladly suffered the usual antics of the students compared with what he was now likely to receive…no matter how muted.

His life was nothing but an endless spiral of aching depression.

He'd been molded for this ever since he had been old enough to utter curses and hold a wand. Niceties taught to him day in day out until he could reel off a thousand words that nobody really understood but expected to be heard. Could memorize rites of old that were never really used but deemed necessary to know…it was all so tedious.

Now he had been graced with what his father deemed the ultimate Malfoy gift, beauty and power in the eyes of whomever should look at him.

But nobody ever looked beyond the surface…and now nobody ever would.

He'd have to go through the aching process of finding his mate, the only person he could bond with. He didn't want such a hassling task…he didn't want to have to follow rules because they had been deemed right. He didn't want to have to follow a stupid intuition because it was part of a primal nature which was now innate.

He wanted to be able to live his life and to follow his heart.

He'd had no choice in the matter, he could scorn even the lowest of the low…deem them unworthy of his mere presence. But in reality he had been born into bondage so in actual fact he was no better. Now he was jealous of all the people he had openly mocked, because they would never know what it was like to not have a choice.

He was imprisoned in a life that held little appeal and with each minute that passed since his new inheritance he hated it more and more with a fiery passion that threatened to burn him from the inside out.

Snarling at a first year Hufflepuff that fluttered her lashes at him in what she deemed to be a flirtatious manner he was beginning to think that this day just couldn't get any worse. He'd be forced to ensure bloody simpering idiots mooning over him…then something happened that had him snapping to attention.

Suddenly his whole senses became alert.

His keen sense of smell picked up something that was the most blissful scent he had ever come across. It smelt like excitement and danger, forests and fresh breezes with the faintest hint of vanilla. He could taste it on his tongue like a fine wine and his mouth watered.

It seemed to skitter along his skin and dance through every pore, filling his body with the most electrifying feeling.

He knew without a doubt that this scent was coming from his mate. He could feel the familiarity of it as it filled his blood with its potency making him feel as though for the first time in his life he was alive…that he could be truly free.

Without thought or conception Draco closed his eyes and took his first tentative steps towards the scent.

Maybe today he would find his mate, would find the one person who could bring light into the darkness that was his life as of late. He may not have wanted it and he may have felt that he did not need it, but after scenting the freedom in the intoxicating aroma he knew that he had to have it…that it would erase all the pain and bitterness that encompassed him.

Then maybe he wouldn't feel so alone.