Summary: Draco Malfoy has always expected he would become a Death Eater upon reaching his sixteenth birthday. He did not expect to discover that his mother had kept a rather large secret from him: she is part-veela, and so, in turn, is he! When the Dark Lord reveals his scheme for the new veela, mother and son flee to the muggle world.
Pairings: (At the beginning at least) E/B, J/A, E/R, C/E, and normal canon HP pairs as well. Draco/??
Disclaimer: I feel the need to emphasis. THIS IS ALTERNATURE UNIVERSE -- FOR BOTH HARRY POTTER & TWILIGHT. That being said, I WILL deviate from canon. Mostly by timeline. My biggest complaint about the Twilight books is that they happen so fast. Therefore, I am playing with the time line to suit my needs. Breaking Dawn didn't happen. Period. End of discussion. Twilight happened. Draco enters the scene at what would be Bella & Edward's senior year aka New Moon. However, I'm not certain if I want to attempt to have the events in Twilight canon occur or ignore them completely. Any thoughts on this would be appreciated.
Always Expect the Unexpected
By Koinaka
Chapter Four
In which Draco discovers he is not the only magical creature inhabiting Forks.
"Draco!" bellowed what sounded like a very irate Severus. It was the morning of his third day at Forks High School - or as Draco had come to refer to it fondly as, His Own Personal Hell on Earth - and it seemed that his godfather was in quite a state.
A steady downfall of rain could be heard hitting the window. The rain had been absent for an entire two days, but it seemed to have returned with a vengeance. As dismal as Draco found the weather to be, he had long since made his peace with it. His only real complaint was that he couldn't use water repellent charms, so he would have to use what the muggles called umbrellas, and weren't those just the most delightful things, ever? Nothing like fighting with pieces of metal while rain is pouring down from the sky!
"Draco!" bellowed Severus, his voice filled with rage, only seconds after his first summons.
The boy in question yawned loudly, stretching languidly as he did so, before heading out to the parlour. The rain always made him feel terribly sleepy, and right then, he would have liked nothing more than to burrow beneath his bedding and sleep the day away. Unfortunately, he had school.
He knew the moment he stepped foot into the room exactly why Severus was bellowing. It appeared that Agent Collier had brought Draco's latest shipment of wizarding items, if the boxes and parcels - and the rich aroma - was any indication. He breathed in the heavenly scent. Since Severus had insisted on Draco providing for his own meals - or breakfast at any rate, as Draco would eat lunch at the school and Severus grudgingly cooked supper, Draco had taken the incentive and purchased food he would be able to prepare.
"What is all of this?" said the man in a hiss.
Draco gave him a pointed look as he began unpacking said parcels.
Severus took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. "What I mean to ask you is why all of this is here?"
"You told me that I was responsible for my own breakfast and lunch, did you not?" asked Draco, wryly.
"Yes," bit out Severus, "but that was not invitation for you to fill our house with unneeded items. And how did you manage to acquire these items? Need I remind you that Agent Collier is not your personal servant?"
"These are very much needed items!" Draco insisted. "If I'm to cook my own food, I would rather it be what I want, instead of whatever you have left over."
"There is a super market in town. They are able to provide you with any food items you may need."
Draco scoffed, giving Severus an incredulous look. "Muggle food? I can't eat it. It's overly processed, I've told you this. Besides, they haven't pumpkin juice!" He sighed as he pulled out several bottles of said juice and placed them in the icebox. He continued to put away the items, and when all was said and done, Draco had unearthed - and packed away in the cupboards and icebox - a variety of pastries, breads, cheeses, fruits and vegetables. It was a decent amount of food, more than enough to last Draco at least a fortnight.
Severus still looked agitated. Draco sighed. "Agent Collier said he didn't mind, Uncle Sev. He has a list of what I require, and he'll bring it to me when he comes with your newspapers! Plus, I happened to remember a little something for you!" He pulled out a bottle of Ogden's Finest and a canister of Severus' favorite tea. Both of which Severus took without the least bit of prodding.
Draco wasted no time in preparing a plate of his favorite foods and a glass of pumpkin juice. "Merlin, I've missed this! Muggle juice really is atrocious. How can they stand it?"
"Easily," retorted Severus. "They don't know the difference."
"So," Draco said conversationally as he flopped into the chair across from Severus, nibbling on a bit of cheese. "You got home awfully late last night. How are your classes going? Any potential there?"
Severus scowled. "They are useless -- completely useless, the entire lot of them! I've never seen this level of incompetence before in my life."
Draco rolled his eyes at the hyperbole and popped a blueberry into his mouth. "I highly doubt that. Surely no one can hold a candle to Longbottom's incompetence."
"Yes, well, believe it or not, these students have managed to do so. Particularly the female students. Apparently, you've caused quite a stir within the school population since arriving, and nearly every female student I've encountered has been highly distracted. Not to mention that I saw a group of them following you. In fact, you yourself seemed highly agitated with the attention - which is why I do not understand why you insist on not taking the potion. It would save you, and myself, a lot of unnecessary stress," Severus said.
"I'm not taking the potion," stated Draco, calmly, as he finished his breakfast and rose unhurriedly to clean his dish and pack his lunch - he had absolutely no desire to suffer through another moment of muggle food. "It makes me feel sluggish. I've told you this. It feels unnatural to take it - I won't do it. You're welcome to develop a new formula that won't make me feel as if my body is as heavy as a giant, of course. As for the female students, well, I'm afraid they are rather mistaken if they believe I will ever be tempted by anything they have to offer."
Severus looked at Draco intensely for several long seconds before speaking. "Perhaps I shall do just that. Although, perhaps you might come up with a more eloquent side effect other than 'sluggishness'."
Draco shrugged elegantly, brushing a piece of his blonde hair out of his face. "I gave you several. Unnatural, heavy, sluggish. You're the Potion Master. You figure out what it is."
"I shall endeavor to do so, but I'm afraid it will have to wait for the weekend," replied Severus. He quirked an ebony brow when he came to the last of Draco's parcel. It was a parcel from the apocathary in Meander Alley. He pulled out several bottles of hair care products. "And, am I to believe that these are necessary items?"
Draco looked genuinely horrified. "Of course they are. As if I would allow muggle products to touch my hair. Have you gone mad?"
The bell was seconds away from ringing when Draco finally pulled into the Forks High School Parking Lot. He'd been pulled over - again - by a petite red-headed muggle. A flash of a smile, a widening of his eyes, and not even a noticeable amount of allure later, and the stammering officer had given him a warning and sent him on his way, muttering something about angels and Cullens. For the last two days, Draco had heard nothing but comparison after comparison of himself to the Cullens. He'd yet to meet them, however, and he was beginning to believe they were the result of wide-spread hysteria.
A scowl formed on Draco's face when he noticed the parking spot he had been parking in for the last two days was taken. Where his car should rightfully be was instead a silver car. Draco wasn't certain of the make or model, but he did know that it did not belong there. He parked in an adjacent spot before hurrying to his class. Muggle teachers weren't overly fond of tardiness - and unlike at Hogwarts, there was no fear of his father to lessen any punishments he might receive.
Breathlessly, Draco opened the door to his first class. And stared.
"Unbelievable!" he thought to himself, eyes narrowing in annoyance.
There in his seat - well, where he'd sat the previous two days - was a boy whose disheveled hair could have made Harry Potter's hair seem neat. Now, he'd have to sit in the only other available seat which was the one on the other side of that Bella girl, and he didn't care much for being surrounded by muggles! The boy in his seat gave him a perplexed look almost as if he had heard Draco's thoughts, but that was absurd. Muggles couldn't read minds. They were lucky enough to have minds of their own.
The boy made an amused noise right as the teacher cleared his throat rather loudly, breaking Draco out of his gaze. "Please take your seat, Mr. Mally."
"Malfoy," corrected Draco with a sigh. He pressed pass the boy and Bella and slide gracefully into his seat, pulling out his leather-bound notebook as he did so. Upon sitting, a feeling of unease washed over Draco. He felt almost as if he was in danger, but that was impossible. He was surrounded by muggles, what could they do to him?
The teacher lectured for several minutes before placing them in pairs to work on an assignment. Draco was - unfortunately - paired with the blonde haired boy whose name he didn't care to know. The boy had been particularly persistent in following him, talking to him, and just generally being an annoyance.
"I passed you on the way to school today," said the blonde boy, leaning towards Draco. They were waiting for the teacher to pass out the handout they were to use for the group work.
"Did you now?" drawled Draco.
"Yeah, Officer McLanny had you pulled over. Were you speeding? Not that I blame you with a car like that." There was a wistful tone to his voice.
"Hmm," Draco hummed noncommittally, allowing his mind to wander until the teacher made it to their group. He didn't even notice the glazed look appear on his partner's face, or the boy's erratic heartbeat, as he inadvertently allowed his allure to slip out of his control.
"Your hair looks so soft," breathed the boy unsteadily, before reaching out and caressing a lock of said hair, causing Draco to pull away violently.
"Do not touch me," snarled Draco.
The boy blinked several times, the glaze fading away. "I'm sorry," squeaked the blonde boy. "I didn't mean to!"
"Is there a problem, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Newton?" asked the teacher.
"No," said Draco stiffly.
The teacher handed them both a piece of paper with a list of several quotes on it. The assignment was to determine which Shakespeare play the quote was from. Draco could have cried with relief. He needn't his partner at all for this. Draco glared at the boy, Newton he knew now, daring him to touch him or even talk to him again before turning his attention to the worksheet. The boy heeded his unspoken warning. Thankfully as Draco wasn't especially keen on hexing a muggle. Not to mention the fact that neither Sev or Agent Collier wouldn't be too pleased at all if he did. He wasn't to use magic at all here, lest he draw the Dark Lord's attention, and he wasn't too keen on that either. There was a thud nearby as the heavy English book the messy haired boy had been holding fell to the desk loudly. Draco looked up, briefly, annoyed by the distraction. The boy was studying him intently as was his partner, as were several other students.
Sighing, Draco concentrated on pulling all of his allure firmly into place. Merlin, this was annoying. Any loss of concentration on his part and the muggles were drooling all over him. Why Sev insisted he attend this school, he would never know. He was a wizard! He didn't have any use for a muggle education. There was another loud noise as the book the boy was holding fell to the floor this time. The boy murmured a quiet apology as he reached down and picked the book up in one fluid motion, but Draco didn't even spare him a passing glance this time.
He'd have to go to Sev for his potion. Loathe though he was to admit it, he wasn't able to control it very well at all. Perhaps Agent Collier knew of someone Draco could ask for advice.
The moment the bell rang, Draco shot of his seat and headed to Severus' class room. He really hated to take the potion, but he hated being watched by strangers more - and touched, he didn't like being touched by strangers at all. Not to mention that it was his hair the boy had touched.
Luckily, Severus' room was empty when Draco burst in. "May I help you, Draco?" asked the Potion Master turned Chemistry teacher.
"Give me the potion," said Draco. "A muggle boy in my English class actually touched my hair."
Severus suppressed a smirk. He went to his desk and pulled a tiny vial out, handing it to Draco. Draco drank it in one gulp, shuddering at the taste. "Merlin, Sev, that tastes atrocious."
"Shut it, brat. Now, off to class with you. The potion lasts for sixteen hours, so you shouldn't have any more problems today. I'll begin researching this evening on a way to change the formula so you won't be forced to feel anymore negative side-effects."
Draco nodded, grabbed his backpack off the floor and left the classroom. He'd decided against telling Severus about the bad feeling he had.
By the time lunch had arrived, Draco was certain that the messy haired boy was Harry Potter in disguise. Edward Cullen was everything that Draco hated which mostly meant that he was better than Draco. Not to mention that Draco found himself robbed of his seat in nearly every class because Edward was already sitting there. And the bad feeling that Draco had gotten upon sitting in first period had persisted throughout the day, only waning when Draco wasn't near Edward Cullen.
Thankfully, there was no one sitting at his table in the cafeteria. As he'd brought his lunch, though, he was one of the first students to sit down. Bella, despite her sitting there the first day, had chosen to sit elsewhere the previous day. Draco hoped this continued to be the case today. He pulled out his lunch and began eating, ignoring as the other students eyed him. He wondered what was happening at Hogwarts. He especially wondered what the Dark Lord was up to. Had he discovered Draco's whereabouts? Certainly he had not because surely Draco would be in danger if he had. The thought of that vile creature touching Draco in any manner - and especially that manner - was enough to nauseate him. Perhaps that was why the ominous feeling had settled around Draco. Perhaps the Dark Lord had finally been successful in entering the country! Draco sighed, no, that couldn't be. Agent Collier would have let them know if he had, he had no doubt about that.
He was brought out of his musings by the sound of three separate trays sitting down. Draco stared incredulously as Edward, Bella, and a tiny brown-haired girl sat down as if this was their table. The tiny girl laughed, it was like bells.
"Hi! I'm Alice Cullen and this is my brother Edward and his girlfriend, Bella, but you've already met them. It's very nice to finally meet you, Draco," chirped the tiny girl cheerfully.
Draco's eyes narrowed at the three muggles. They were in the process of making themselves right at home at his table without so much as a by your leave. "This is my table," Draco said once he'd regained his voice. Perhaps not the most eloquent retort, but Draco was more than a bit shocked at the audacity of these muggles!
"Actually," pointed out Edward Cullen, his voice soft and musical. Draco hated it on principle. "This is our table, but you are welcome to join us, if you'd like."
Draco's eyes were drawn to Edward's. Draco was loathed to admit that the boy was absurdly good-looking, and his scent... all day it had followed Draco, annoying him just as everything about this infuriating muggle annoyed him! There was something off about this boy. Then Draco's eyes moved to the tiny girl. Her scent was nearly the same, and she was also very good-looking. Sitting in such close proximity to the was causing the hair on Draco's neck to stand up and his magic to coil underneath his skin in preparation for an attack.
It was almost as if his inner veela did not like the Cullen's at all and was expressing this like in every way possible, but veela had only one enemy - vampires - and they weren't even particularly hostile towards one another now, but in the past there had been a lot of bloodshed over territory and the vampires insisting on mating rights with the male veela. But that was... ridiculous. There were no vampires here, were there? This was a muggle school, and vampires wouldn't have been able to withstand being so close to humans, would they have?
Draco started categorizing everything he knew about vampires in his head. Inhuman good looks, fast, skin cold as ice, eyes that shifted from crimson to black, depending on the level of their hunger. There was even the rumor that there was a certain strain of vampires that chose to consume animal blood instead, their eyes tended to be honey-hued and also changed to black depending on the level of their hunger.
And suddenly, everything began to click.
Inhumanly good looks. Honey-hued eyes, the exact shade of the Alice girl's eyes, that changed to black depending on the level of hunger they felt, at this very moment, Edward Cullen's eyes an odd blend of honey and obsidian. Not to mention that every cell in Draco's being had been trying to tell him to move away from them because he was in danger. And Agent Collier had said there were magical creatures near Seattle. What if these vampires were the magical creatures he had been speaking of?
"Vampires," Draco breathed out so quietly that only the vampires would have been able to hear him - if they were vampires, of course. Their eyes widened. That was proof enough for him.
Trembling slightly, Draco rose to his feet. He was out of the cafeteria before either of his lunch companions had so much as moved.
