Draco rested his head on his pillow. He couldn't believe Harry was his Soulmate. He didn't know whether to be happy it was Harry or cautious at how well he took it. He'd had a crush on The-Boy-Who-Lived since first year. When Harry made it clear he detested him to the point that friendship was a joke, Draco took to taunting him. He didn't hate Harry. Quite the opposite, actually. The way he acted around Draco, one would think Harry wouldn't want to be his Soulmate! He hated him since first year. One little spell wouldn't change he was plotting something. Draco would have to be careful.
How was Harry going to react at Draco being a Veela? If he rejected him, Draco would die within a matter of weeks. Being Soulmates with a Veela also meant being a Mate. A Mates' connection is both physical and emotional. A Dominant Veela can feel the pain their Submissive, and they can sense their emotions.
He rolled over and rubbed his temples. His head was pulsing and his stomach hurt. He swallowed the sleeping draught on his end table and slipped into a deep slumber.
When Draco woke up, his whole body ached. He sat up and stretched. Something soft and feathery brushed against his arms. "What?" He looked behind him and saw the white wings that adorned his back. "WHAT?!" Pansy ran in when she heard him scream.
"Come into your inheritance did you?" She smirked.
"Not funny! Mother didn't mention the physical changes! What's Harry going to think? He can't see me like this!"
"Draco, calm down! Take a breath. Harry will love you no matter what. He's your Soulmate."
"Are you sure? He's hated me up until now."
"Yes. Now let's get you ready for lunch. It's noon, you know."
"Fine. Let's get this done and over with."
As Draco walked out of the Dormitory, his ears slowly filled with a buzzing noise. It was like he was listening to everything on a magnified level. He could smell the dank air of the dungeon, but other smells mingled with it. Fresh cut grass, leather, and the air, right before it rains; his Mate. Draco pulled away from Pansy and ran up the steps.
Where is he? Where is he? Draco thought as he ran up the steps. He followed the smell to the Quidditch pitch. Harry sat on his broom, a couple hundred feet in the air. He flew lazy circles around the field; probably clearing his head. He did that a lot.
"Harry!" Draco pulled out his wings and flew up to him.
"What the bloody hell!" Harry's yell was muffled by the wind. "Where the fuck did these come from?" Harry asked, gesturing to Draco's wings. He saw Harry was angry.
"I'm part Veela, and I just came into my inheritance last night." They both touched down on the grass. Harry wiped sweat from his brow and glared at him. He dropped his head guiltily.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was worried about how you would react. I was worried you would reject me." Draco took a breath and met Harry's eyes.
"Why do you think I'd reject you? I thought we made it clear yesterday we were starting over fresh. If we're going to be Soulmates, we have to trust one another."
Draco nodded in agreement. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. No more secrets, I promise."
"Is there anything else I should know about being your Soulmate?"
"Yes. There's a lot you need to know. Meet me in the library and we can go over it all."
"Deal. I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Wait for me."
"I will." Draco walked back to the castle.
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