Lucius tenderly held Draco in his arms as the boy slept against his chest. Draco was incredibly pale and was having trouble breathing, undoubtedly due to the pull in his chest being reversed into a push as he faced rejection via Weasley.

At this moment Lucius would have liked nothing better than to banish the little shit out of existence, but unfortunately he was the key to Draco's well being, so sadly this was not to be.

He felt no shame at holding Draco as if he were six instead of sixteen. Draco needed the comfort right now. Being rejected by ones mate caused acute pain and often damaging side effects, it was these that worried Lucius the most.

"How is he?" Lucius turned as Severus strolled into the room with several potion vials – presumably for Draco.

"He hasn't woken, I do not know."

"You are aware – "

"Perfectly."

"Ah" Severus shuffled forwards warily; he had no desire to anger Lucius whilst so concerned over his son. It was almost as risky as getting between a Veela and its mate, at least then you were guaranteed a quick death. But there was no telling what a protective Veela would do if you tried interfere with their young.

"Perhaps… we should wake him?" He asked tentatively.

"No, he's been through quite an ordeal today I want him to wake in his own time." Lucius carded his hand through Draco's hair tenderly.

"Then perhaps I should take over? You haven't eaten since twelve o'clock lunchtime and its eleven thirty now."

Lucius sighed, he was rather hungry and the stirring in his mind was particularly restless tonight so he badly needed a distraction.

"Alright"

Leaning over he touched his lips to his son's forehead, something he'd never do in public and whispered "I shall be back soon Draco."

Severus watched him leave with a strange quirk to his lips and a glint in his eye obvious amusement and affection on his face

Lucius made his way to the kitchens silently, his mind still fixed on Draco and whether there were to be repercussions from Weasley's rejection. Of course the boy didn't know he had rejected his mate, didn't know anything but still if it had caused any damage…

He froze like an icicle when he smelt something very pleasing and familiar.

"Honestly I don't know what got into him upping and collapsing like that after he followed me into the hall. As if I'd gone ten rounds with him or something, the boy needs a therapist! It was like he was trying to snuggle with me beforehand!"

Lucius followed the voice stealthily, he couldn't see anything but that didn't mean…
Quickly he got behind a pillar as the voice came nearer to the picture of the fruit bowl with the ticklish pear.

"Bloody Malfoy, strange annoying FERRET-"

Lucius carefully stuck his foot out just as the voice came level with him.

"OW… face"

There on the floor before him, was a very irate Ronald Weasley and a peculiarly silent…

Harry Potter.

"Well, well, well if it isn't two fierce lions cowering before the consequences of their stupidity. You should learn to be a little quieter Mr Weasley – especially when talking of my son!"

Weasley blanched but Lucius barely noticed, he was too busy enjoying his mate's heady scent and feasting his eyes on the boy's luscious form, but Potter didn't see this as he was currently staring at the floor. He was just able to control his actions, unlike Draco – but it was proving difficult not to jump the boy.

Managing to clear his head slightly he told the boys to stay exactly where they were or they'd regret it (talk about an empty threat!) and cast a silencing charm around himself.

Tapping his watch twice briskly with his wand, he watched as the long hand slowly moved to the nine and an image of Severus's face appeared.

"Severus I think it's about time you woke my son up. I've found his insolent mate wandering the halls with none other than MY mate if you would believe it, do you think Dumbledore would receive us now?"

"I'd be shocked if he wouldn't!"

"Excellent then bring him to the old coots office when you're ready!"

Tapping his watch again he dismantled the charm and faced the boys, trying and only just succeeding to keep the need from his face. With a deadly calm he said,

"I think you two would benefit greatly from a trip to the headmasters office."

"Draco my boy are you feeling any better?" Dumbledore enquired concernedly, once they were all assembled.

"I'm afraid Weasley's rejection has caused the process to jump its way to the next level head master, Draco's health is failing now." Snape said nodding his head at the pale boy with flushed cheeks.

"My rejection? Found me? What?" Ron said flustered and confused by the whole situation. "Will someone tell us what on earth's going on here?"

"I'm afraid Mr Weasley that there is absolutely no easy way to say this, but Harry and yourself are currently the mates of two half blood Veela's, two half blood Malfoy Veela's to be exact!" Lucius said suddenly unable to contain himself any longer.

"That's right Mr Malfoy, the delicate approach is always best." Dumbledore sighed.

Both the Gryffindor mouths dropped. "We're what?"

"Our mates Weasley! You two are our mates and if you don't at least promise to bond with us within roughly two weeks we shall fall into a coma and if your heartless enough to leave us that way then after another week and four hours we'll transform irreversibly into Venators!" Draco snapped hoarsely from his chair in the corner.

"What are Venators?" Harry said curiously over Ron's gasp.

"Look I think perhaps you should read this before we go any further, you'll understand better."

"I don't care what they'll bloody turn into I won't…"

"Mr Weasley I suggest you shut up and read the book!" Snape said glaring at him as he saw Draco wheezing and clutching his chest.

Ron sighed and grabbed the book – leaning over and inspecting it with Harry.

A couple of minutes later they both surfaced from the books pages, Ron giggling at the fact the Malfoy's would be the submissive party in the bond.

"Um so what do you want us to do?"

Lucius leant forward eagerly in his chair at this, "I propose you simply get to know us first before deciding whether to bond with us, of course I know you'll be pressed for time and… well it's not really fair but if you do agree to bond that will be sufficient for at least three months and then unless you bond with us by the time said three months is up we become those hideous creatures depicted there."

"That sounds fai-" Harry began.

"NO, no way am I agreeing to bond with a Malfoy, it's been funny and all but I am not about to bond with one of you selfish, snobbish, cold, unfeeling, spoilt, PRATS!"

The minute the words finished spewing from Ron's mouth there was a thump and Draco hit the floor.

Lucius dove forward as his son jumped a stage in the process once again and slipped into a coma.

Ron's face was a picture as he took in Draco's deathly still form and the murderous look Lucius was giving him.

"Well then," said Harry calmly "I suppose we now know who belongs with whom."