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Harry Potter stood at the gates of Malfoy Manor, waiting for permission to enter. Why the hell did I agree to this, he asked himself for the millionth time. He hadn't even seen Draco Malfoy since his trial. As far as Harry knew, Malfoy was still the insufferable blond git that made his life hell during their Hogwarts years. But he knew the answer. It was his damn curiosity, that's what got him into trouble every single time. To be fair, it was probably that same curiosity that made him such a successful PI. Anyway, he was here now, he'd already alerted the Malfoys of his presence, so there was no turning back now. He supposed he could always refuse the case, once he'd heard what it was. Some priceless missing heirloom perhaps? That sounded about right. No doubt something that was as dark and dangerous as it was beautiful and expensive.

Harry jumped when the voice of what was obviously one of the Malfoy house elves suddenly sounded as if the elf was standing right next to him.

'Mister Potter will step away from the gates please'

Harry stepped back and the gates immediately began to open. Again the voice sounded.

'Mister Potter will be walking up to the front door now. Dinkey will be waiting there for Mister Potter'.

Harry squinted in the direction of the enormous front doors of the mansion. And sure enough, he thought he could make out the shape of a little house elf on the doorstep. As Harry walked up the lane, he couldn't help but admire what he could see of the lovely garden surrounding the manor. The only other time he'd been here, during the war, when Voldemort was stationed at the manor, he hadn't really taken it all in. But somehow, he felt sure that it was quite different now. The vague memory he had, was of a very pompous kind of park, not a leaf out of place. Nothing like the abundant flowers, the blossoming trees and the sweet odour of spring he was treated to now. Yes, he could imagine that a garden like this could be a real joy. He'd never really thought about it, being quite happy with the loft apartment with roof terrace he'd been living in for the last few years. Now he thought he would quite like a garden of his own.

'Mister Potter is coming in now. Dinkey is showing mister Potter to the Riviera room. Mister Potter is not touching anything'.

Harry followed Dinkey through the massive entryway. The manor seemed as impressive as ever. The rich woodcarvings and shining marble hadn't changed. And yet… it felt different. The atmosphere of the house had changed. It was more… welcoming and less intimidating.

'This is being the Riviera room. Mister Potter is sitting down please. Young master Draco and mistress Narcissa will be joining him shortly'.

After a little bow, Dinkey apparated with a small crack. Harry looked around the room curiously. It was a beautiful room, decorated in cool pastels and furnished with beautifully crafted furniture. Harry's eyes were drawn to a lovely and elegant writing desk standing in proud of place. It was truly stunning, beautifully crafted with lots of little compartments and drawers. Harry had never seen anything like it. He couldn't stop himself from fingering the smooth wooden surface.

'I see your lack of ability to follow simple instructions hasn't changed Potter'

Harry withdrew his hand guiltily and turned to apologize.

'I'm sorry Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy, I was just admiring this beautiful piece of furniture' Harry was quick to say.

'It's alright Mister Potter. My son was just teasing. I'm pleased you seem to have an eye for beautiful things', Narcissa Malfoy replied.

Harry's eyes quickly darted over to study Malfoy's expression. Yes, it seemed that his mother had been right. Malfoy was sporting the famous Malfoy smirk, but not in disapproval.

'Thank you. Yes, it's beautiful. I've never seen anything like it' Harry said gratefully. He smiled at Narcissa and accepted the seat she offered him. Narcissa herself sat down on an elegant, ice blue chair. Malfoy didn't sit down, but stood behind his mother in a protective way.

Neither of the Malfoys seemed inclined to explain why Harry was here. Harry wasn't going to be the one to inquire though. Instead, he sat back, relaxed and looked at Draco Malfoy expectantly. It wasn't just the Manor that had changed. Malfoy had grown into a startlingly handsome man. He still had the sleek blond hair, but he wore it slightly longer now. His body and features had filled out nicely. Dressed in simple but elegant soft grey robes, he made quite a handsome picture. A hot body, a beautiful face, a delectable arse… Oh yes, Harry would definitely go there. You know, if it wasn't Malfoy. And if he wasn't a client, Harry added in a kind of afterthought.

Narcissa hadn't changed much in appearance. She looked no older than she did 5 years ago. She was still a very beautiful woman, her blond hair untouched by gray. She also wore gray robes, but hers were a lighter shade and had a silvery sheen to them. They were cut to look more like a gown than a robe. She, of course, was the first one to speak.

'Mister Potter, thank you for coming. Before my son gets into the details of our case, we need to go over a few things. First, I'm well aware of the fact that there was no love lost between my son and yourself in the past. We need to know if this will be a problem for you now'.

Narcissa looked at Harry questioningly.

'As you said Mrs Malfoy, that was a long time ago. Your son and I were only children. I'm confident that we can leave those days behind us' Harry answered.

'Good' Narcissa said, taking her son's hand in hers. They looked at each other briefly, exchanging a meaningful glance.

'Second, we will need your assurance that our case stay completely confidential. You'll need to work together with Draco and you'll have full access to the Malfoy family archive. We need to know we can trust you with both this information and with Draco's safety'

'Of course Mrs Malfoy', Harry assured her, 'you have my word'.

'Your word is all we need Mister Potter. Draco darling, you want to take it from here?'

Draco nodded and cleared his throat.

'I suppose I should start by telling you that I am a Veela. I inherited the Veela genes from my mother's side of the family'.

Veela. Malfoy a Veela? Harry was dumbstruck. Shocked. Malfoy a Veela? That couldn't be, could it? Although, what did he know about Veelas anyway? The only Veela he'd ever met was Bill Weasley's wife Fleur Delacour but Draco was definitely nothing like her. Except that they were both blond, but he was sure that had nothing to do with it…

'Potter? Are you listening?'

Malfoy sounded annoyed. Harry flushed.

'I'm sorry Malfoy, I was just… surprised. Are you sure? I mean, of course you're sure… How come I never knew about this though? And what does this mean exactly? Do you have wings? What about…' Harry rambled.

'Oh I'm quite sure Potter. The reason you didn't know, is because I only gained my Veela inheritance after our Hogwarts years. And yes, I most definitely have wings'.

And with those last words Draco suddenly unfolded his wings, displaying them proudly for mere seconds. Harry swallowed. He had thought Draco beautiful before, but this… The image of Draco, standing before him with his huge, powerful wings stretched out would be burned on his retinas for a long time to come. He'd only seen them for a moment, but he could recall them in full detail. The wings were a golden white, similar to the man's hair, with lighter patterned flecks that faded into a snowy white. Merlin how he wanted to reach out and stroke those wings... Malfoy the man was beautiful. Malfoy with wings was… irresistible.

Harry fought to get himself under control as he realized both Narcissa and Draco were staring at him with a politely puzzled expression on their faces.

'Yes… Yes, I see. Well… Perhaps you should tell me what it is exactly that I can do for you?' Harry asked, finally somewhat recovered.

'How much do you know about Veela's Potter?' Malfoy enquired.

'Not much' Harry admitted.

Narcissa and Draco exchanged a look.

'That is what we expected. Dinkey!' Malfoy called.

The elf appeared with a pop, carrying a huge haphazard pile of books and scrolls. Harry got up as a reflex to help the elf out before the enormous pile could topple and fall.

'For this case, you'll need to learn everything there is to know about Veelas in general and Veelas from the Black family in particular. Dinkey here has put together the most important information. I think it's best that you do some studying before our next appointment' Draco said.

'I'm always happy to do any research necessary for a case Malfoy. But it would help if you could tell me what it is you need my services for' Harry replied.

'Of course', Malfoy acknowledged, 'I need you to help me find my mate'.

'Your mate? Why, has she been abducted? Gone missing? Left you?'

Harry tried to be sympathetic. A mate was important to a Veela, yes, he did remember Bill telling him something about that once. Harry told himself he was not jealous, certainly not. Malfoy was still… Malfoy. So he would have liked to date the git perhaps, yes, shag him, oh Merlin yes, but he was no "mate material" was he? Stop thinking about Malfoy like he's something edible and you haven't eaten in days and start acting like the professional PI you are, Harry berated himself.

Malfoy smirked.

'No, it's nothing like that' he answered.

'Then what is the problem with your mate?' Harry asked.

'There is no problem. Except that I don't know who he is'

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