Surprise, I am Your Veela!

Disclaimer: You reviewers are on fire! Muchas Gracais to Rose, Purpleabsofsteel, captain chipmunk, Year of the Butterfly, xxkpxx, Cookie666, vodooman, beccayrose12, kataragurl27, electricskye and last but certainly not least Miss-EmmettCullenn. I love you guys!!

It has also been pointed out to me Lucas is spelt Lucius. See if you were my computer right now, you'd be rejecting Lucius. Also, I think Lucas looks so much better than Lucius. But that's just me; I'm weird, apparently. :)


Chapter 3

Luna was already with someone! Draco cracked his knuckles. Luna was with someone who wasn't him!! What was his name Rolf? Who the hell names their kid Rolf? His parents probably hated him and decided to name him a ridiculous name because he wasn't as good looking as Draco. How dare Rolf come near his mate?! His mate!!

Draco stalked to each window in the house, glowering at the meadow and the golden field blowing in the light breeze. Just let the little stinker try and come within 3 feet of his Luna… Draco hoped he would, than he could tear this Rolf character to shreds. First he'd start at the toes, breaking each one off. Then he'd snap his feet in quarters, then rip the blood veins from his foot and string it around his neck to choke him off into unconsciousness only to bring him back to endure his ankles being ground into chalk powder and then-

"Throwing your parents out of the house was a little bit extensive don't you think Draco?" Luna calmly sat on the floor, her back to the wall as she watched Draco pace around her living room. "You could've at least allowed your mother to take the jam I gave her. And your father is on a cane. I know he's under house arrest but there was no need to push them into the floo powder, I'm sure if you asked them nicely they would've left."

"My parents needed to go, they were in the way." Draco turned to Luna's sitting form. "Pack your essentials. We're getting out of here."

Luna tilted her head to the side. "Where are we going? Am I in danger?"

Draco sighed, crouching down onto his haunches. He ran a finger along the side of Luna's face, his eyes gleaming. "I'm taking you back to Malfoy Manor where I can watch you."

Luna shook her head. "I'm not going back into that house Draco. I'm staying here."

Draco growled. "If you think I'm letting that little bastard anywhere near you Luna, you've got something else coming." His grip on her chin tightened. No way was he letting Luna see that little twit ever again. He'd take her back to Malfoy Manor and keep her locked in his room if he had to.

"Rolf's parents were married when he was born Draco." Luna tsked at him." Just because I am your mate, it does not allow you to tell me what to do."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Wanna bet?"

Luna's brow puckered. "Oh you can force me to consent being in your bed and submitting, I have no delusions about that. But for the rest of our life spent together, you will know my being hypnotized by your Veela charm and kept under lock and key is the only reason I am with you." She wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling her face away from Draco's hand and laying her cheek against her upturned knees. "Stop looking at me like that."

Draco kept most of his anger out of his voice. "Looking at you like what?" Her words hurt, passing his Veela instinct and into his very being.

"Like I'm something to eat." Luna's voice came out in a whimper. Draco could smell her sadness and confusion; causing him guilt. Just what he needed.

Biting back his frustration and the urge to toss the small blonde over his shoulder and leave this place, Draco exhaled loudly. He crossed his legs Indian style and sat on the floor. Reaching out he quickly drew Luna into his lap, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

"You know how to make a Veela feel like shit, you know that?" Draco rested his chin on the crown of her head, breathing in soap and… mildew shampoo.

Luna rested her head against his shoulder. "You shouldn't go flooing about without a shirt Draco. What if my father was here?"

Draco frowned. "Your father's still alive?"

Luna nodded, running her fingers along a band of muscle on Draco's arm. "In St. Mungos. They say he's no longer sane and is a menace to society." She straightened and looked him in the eye. "You shouldn't travel without a shirt. Your mother was horrified and the Gamulus will attack you if you continue to travel without covering."

"Dare I ask what the Gamulus are?"

"Gamulus give you colds."

Of course. Draco rolled his eyes. "Well I was in a bit of a rush." Thinking it settled. "Come on, pack your bags and lets get going."

Luna shook her head. "I'm not going back to Malfoy Manor. Ever."

"Ever? Why are you being so stubborn?" Draco threw his hands up in the air.

Luna frowned. "I was a prisoner for 7 months in your dungeons. I'm not ever stepping foot in that house again. I refuse."

Draco didn't like the way she said your dungeons. "Luna, our suite is on the east side. The exact opposite of the dungeons, our room is nowhere near it. You'll never be near it."

Luna adamantly shook her head. "No Draco. I am not moving in with you nor am I going anywhere near that mansion." She glanced at the clock. "You should leave now."

He should leave? "Why?" He wasn't leaving.

"I want to get dressed and ready for the day. I'm still in yesterday's clothes."

"So go get ready. I'll wait down here." What's the problem?

Luna smiled as she rose to her feet. "I've done my studies on Veelas Draco. In your condition, there is no chance of me getting ready without you losing control and bursting in on me. You need to leave."

Draco sighed in dejection. "Fine. I'll go back home and get dressed. What are your plans for today?"

Luna pointed a finger to her chin in thought, her voice taking a heavy dream quality. "I'm meeting up with Ginny and Hermione for brunch and then I'm going to be working for the rest of the day. Rolf is supposed to come over-"

Luna got the wind knocked out of her as Draco hauled her against the wall, pressing his body up against hers before forcing a possessive kiss on her. Draco demanded entrance in her mouth by biting her lower lip. Luna simply hung there as Draco devoured her mouth, tasting her warmth before pulling back and breathing heavily. "No way in hell is he coming over here. I'll kill him first."

Biting her kiss-swollen bottom lip, Luna said. "You assaulted me." So child-like, so sad.

Her quiet musical voice seemed to echo and ring in Draco's head. Still pressed against her, Draco took her mouth under his again. Softly, kissing her thoroughly, soothingly. He leaned back and kissed the corners of her mouth before pulling her into a hug. He buried his face into her hair. Luna sighed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her fingers into his hair, breathing him in.

Draco smelt of wealth. Luna had no idea what money smelt like, but she was pretty sure Draco smelt like it. Draco turned his head to the side, gently setting Luna on her feet.

"I will look after you Luna." With or without her consent. He leaned down, felt Luna tense as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. He could smell her caution. His eyes now were a soft grey. He turned to the fireplace, glancing over his shoulder. "Break it off with him Luna. I'm not about to let you go." He turned and left through the floo.


"You're a what with who!?" Ginny demanded, her face turning the infamous Weasley red. Luna smiled kindly.

"Ginny, remember your blood pressure. You've got a tiny person growing inside of you and babies can hear you when you yell. You don't want her to be stressed out."

Hermione reached over and gently pushed their pregnant friend back into her seat. Ginny Potter took a few deep breaths before speaking again. "You still think the babe's a girl?"

Luna nodded. "On the night of your child's conceivement, there was a meteor shower China."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. Luna knew the date of Ginny and Harry's child conceivement. Creepy. "I doubt a meteor shower in China has any effect on a child's sex."

Ginny waved her hand aside. "I don't care about the sex of my baby." She wagged her finger at Luna and Hermione. "I'll have you both know, this ain't no small baby inside. He or she has the appetite of a true Weasley and Potter meshed together." Her eyes zoomed at Luna's face. "Now spill about you being a what and with a who. I'm confused."

Luna dabbed her napkin against her mouth. "I am Draco's mate. He became a true Veela last or a guess this morning."

"Is he a full, half blood, quarter Veela?" Hermione asked, her scholar face in tact.

"Half blood I believe."

Ginny wrinkled her nose. "Creepy. Aren't Veelas more animal than human?"

"Oh no!" Luna quickly shook her head. "Draco is very much human."

Hermione smirked. "Well I guess that's more an opinion than anything." Hermione glanced over at Ginny. "Shouldn't you know a bit about Veelas, you know having Fleur in the family and all."

"Oh yes," Ginny said. "Fleur and I have passed the time in a many summer's afternoon discussing all characteristics of male and female Veelas and their instincts, habits, thoughts, etc."

Luna clasped her hands together. "I completely forgot Fleur was part Veela. Do you think she'd talk to me too?"

Hermione bit back a smile at Luna's oblivion to Ginny's sarcasm. "I'm sure she'd talk to you if you asked."

Luna nodded earnestly. "It'll be better than talking to Lucas and Narcissa about it." She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "I don't think I'm comfortable talking to Draco about it quite yet."

"That's understandable. It's also different getting a woman's perspective on things."

Ginny leaned forward again, her protruding stomach keeping her from leaning over the table. "He hasn't hurt you has he?"

Shock covered Luna's face. "Draco would never hurt me Ginny."

Hermione nodded. "It would be most unusual for him to hurt her Gin. Veelas set out to protect their mates, not hurt them." She eyed Luna carefully. "How are you handling it? After all, you only found out about Malfoy this morning."

Luna bit her lip. "I'm a little nervous. I'm not very experienced with playing the role of a Veela's mate. I'm not sure how to go about it."

Hermione leaned in her seat. A lecture was coming on. "You need to set the rules Luna. You must show Malfoy who's boss, you can't let him push you around."

Ginny nodded, agreeing. "You can't let him control your life and demand to be present wherever you are."

"That's not fair Ginny. I'm here by myself aren't I?"

"Yes, but what about Rolf?"

Rolf. Luna's face drooped a bit. Rolf and her had collaborated together during a research sabbatical in Australia for a month and a half. After returning to London, Rolf had dropped by at least once a week and they had gone out several times. Every time Luna met up with Rolf, her heartbeat quickened and she couldn't help but want to be with him. Just the other day, she daydreamed having a family with Rolf and living in a little cottage near the ocean with a white picket fence and where she set out to catch a Libbinesst.

"I have to tell him our relationship can't go beyond that of a friend." Luna's voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes watery.

"Ohhhhhh! Don't cry Luna! Please don't!" Ginny pressed her napkin against her mouth, trying to bite back tears of her own. Damn pregnancy hormones. Damn Draco Malfoy for being such a jealous and selfish goon!

Luna tried for a watery smile. "It's alright, Rolf and I wouldn't last with Draco in the picture now. It's not like he chose me for his mate. We're both stuck in this together."


We're both stuck in this together.

Draco paced the length of the library and back again, breathing heavily in frustration. Luna considered herself stuck in a relationship with him. Draco glanced out the window, staring into nothing.

Stuck.

When he had felt twinges of grief and loss, Draco had realized these feelings were coming from his mate. The Veela inside of him had grown attached to the wavelength of Luna's feelings. What at first had been joy and friendship had quickly turned to resolved and a deep sense of regret. Quickly dismissing the promise he had made to himself about delving into Luna's mind, he had just managed to pick up her last sentence.

We're both stuck in this together.

He had quickly left Luna's mind.

Draco scoffed, slamming his fist against the wall. Being stuck with him wasn't such a horrible endeavour. One look at him and who wouldn't want to be stuck with him? Draco had it all. He had nape length blonde hair he kept neatly groomed and gelled back, he had smokin' grey eyes, an amazing body due to Quidditch, and he wasn't the one-inch like Weasel Head.

He was gorgeous, rich, witty, he had an excellent head for business; he ran his own company outside of his father's businesses, which made him quite rich. He was an excellent conversationalist. He had lots of money. He had charm, a large inheritance, poise, money, and dignity. Plus he earned his own rather large account through and over Malfoy Industries.

A girl would be proud to have such a specimen walk beside her at a party.

A girl would be thrilled to have him as a boyfriend.

A girl would be ecstatic to have him as a lover.

So why the hell wasn't the girl beyond ecstatic to have him as her spouse?

Her mate?

Didn't he have enough money?

Draco shook his head. Luna didn't seem like the type to be swayed by money. She seemed more interested in this Rolf character.

How he wanted to go to Luna right now and force her to accept him. He wanted to kiss her on her mouth, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, her legs, her thighs, he wanted to kiss her very being. He wanted to shag her senseless. To make her forget all about this Rolf character and to think only of him. Instead he wanted to him to leave while she dressed and prepared herself for the day.

Draco finally settled into an armchair, his fury not nearly contained as he watched the flames in the fireplace spit and crackle, breaking the unnerving silence.


Draco still sat fuming in his chair when an owl tapped on the window. Glancing over, Draco had a hard time registering what kind of owl it was. It's entire body was black with white spots all over except on the stomach, a brilliant golden brown. Most unusual.

His heart picked up a beat as he opened the letter attached to the owl's foot.

It had her scent.

It was from her.

Dear Draco,

I hope Ophelia has reached you before you've sat down for lunch. I am hoping you will be able to come to my home for lunch and to be with me when I speak with Rolf. I could really use your support.

If you are unable to attend, please send a note back with Ophelia. If otherwise, you can drop by anytime. Please remember a shirt when you come. The Gamulus will be watching for you.

All my love,

Luna.

In the sitting room, Lucas and Narcissa practically drowned in the waves of eager satisfaction and aggression coming from the library before disappearing into the floo.


There's chapter 3 for you my beloved reviewers! My fingers are sore from typing and my brain has become all plotted out. Look at that lovely button on the corner, it is beckoning out for you to push the button. ;)