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Chapter 2
Normal POV
Draco's mind had been working in overdrive since the dream. Although he couldn't help but wonder if it was a nightmare rather than a dream. She would never consent to being his mate. Would she understand the importance of a mate?
Flashback
Draco stumbled back into his chair, the sheer force of the healer's revelation knocking him off his feet. Frantically looking around for any form of assistance he glanced at his parents.
Lucius had not restrained himself with pureblood etiquette and lashed out at the healer, "NO! You must have made a mistake in the diagnosis. My son is not a half-breed. This cannot be. His not only a Malfoy, the purest of the pure, but a Black as well! Toujours Pur. No, no, no! I demand a new healer. Now."
The healer's face who had rapidly paled throughout Lucius rant began to stammer his apologies only stopping when his mother, Narcissa Malfoy, interrupted.
"Lucius, calm yourself! Healer Dunegdon is the best, it is why we chose him in the first place. Now is not the time to act irrationally, we need information. We need to know what the future will hold for our son."
He should have expected this really, his father blowing up and his mother acting logically. Throughout his childhood he may not have had the closest relationship with his parents but the war had changed everything. His father and mother had both tried their hardest to protect him. His mother had even lied to the Dark Lord in the hopes for a better future for him. A move which had it not resulted in Potter's victory would have surely sentenced her to death.
It appeared the healer had finally calmed himself enough to reply, "Right you are Lady Malfoy. As soon as I discovered that Draco is a Veela I contacted a Veela elder for more information. He is right outside, I'll let him enter with both your and Lord Malfoy's permission." With his parents' nods of acceptance, Healer Dunegdon rushed out of the room presumably to fetch the Veela elder.
The Veela elder that entered the room with such grace and elegance had his parents momentarily stunned. "Bonjour Monsieurs and Madame Malfoy, I am Apolline Delacour. I have agreed to not only teach Draco the ways of the Veela but what he must do to stay alive."
With her last comment, his parents snapped out of their trance.
His mother eye's had widened substantially and when she spoke it was without her normal regal, systematic tone. "What do you mean stay alive? Is he to die? No! My son cannot die after everything. No."
With her tears Draco stopped and immediately rushed to her side to comfort his mother, whispering words of comfort in her ear. "Shhhh mom, it's going to be okay. I am still alive. Shhhh."
Apolline, who had appeared to have been analysing the entire scene, stepped in with an explanation of her shattering comment. "Relax madame. There is still time. From what Healer Dunegdon has told me, Draco has been bitten by a Southern France Veela. This is very lucky as had it been a Veela from Northern France, he would have died immediately. What I had meant by stay alive is that Draco must have found and bonded with his mate by his next birthday or he will die."
His arms slackened around his mother, as he spoke up for the first time since the Healer's prognosis. "Mate? Bonded?"
Apolline merely smiled, irritating Draco in the process, and continued to explain. "Yes, Monsieur Draco. You have a mate. Your mate will be someone who is your counterpart. Your perfect match in terms of elegance, intelligence and personality. She will be your wife, lover, best friend and the mother of your children. As for the bond – relax, the bonding process is very simple. You merely have to have her consent to be your mate, bite her neck and finally, consummate the bond."
His thoughts were running a mile a minute. Who would it be? How will I know? As though she had read his mind, Apolline spoke again, "It has been a week since the bite. Alors, you will see her face in a dream in a week's time. She will be your mate. When you are near her, you will feel put her desires and needs above your own. For you to be happy? She must be happy. Once you have bonded, you will be able to feel her every emotion as will she yours."
End Flashback
Honestly he should have suspected that she would be his mate. She rivaled him in every way possible. Her intelligence and more so, her determination often trumped his own as clearly evident in their OWLs. Her elegance was unparalleled. She carried herself with such a sophisticate air that others could not help but admire. And her beauty. Despite what he had been taught as young child, that muggleborns were inferior, he could not help but long to touch her. Her soft skin, her golden locks and her soft lips. He could not change what he had done to her in the past but he would make up for it for she was his mate and he would do anything just to see her smile. Even if she were not to consent to be his mate just to see a smile on Hermione Granger's face because of him would make his life worthwhile.