Veela Blood

Draco Malfoy was a pureblood. This was what had been drilled into his mind infallibly into his mind since birth. It was most probably the first thing his father told him when he was but an embryo. How else could he explain his belief? It was always there, it had always been there and he certainly didn't see it changing in the near or distant future.

It was his belief everyday and this day would not be bringing any change, he thought as he woke up to a surprisingly bright day. Had he known any different, he would have curled up in his bed and stayed there until he miraculously discovered a spell to inject or eject genes, a feat unachieved even by the greatest wizards the world had ever seen. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't one of those holy men who received tidings from heavens through angels, nor could he read the stars or even the lines on his palm for that matter. Divination had never been much of an interest in his family and so it was that instead of staying in bed and reaching dizzying heights of achievements, Draco got up and sauntered down to breakfast where his mother, Narcissa Malfoy awaited him patiently.

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"Good morning, my Dragon," Narcissa affectionately returned her beloved son's greeting while kissing his cheeks.

"My, my, aren't we being affectionate today" Draco smiled cheekily at his mother, expecting a reproach or a swat from a rolled newspaper in return. However, Narcissa was in no such mood, which quickly sobered her sons' playful one as well. "What is it mother? Is something wrong?"

After the war, the mother and son had worked to make up for times lost. They could never be what they were before the Dark Lord had returned, they knew that and they weren't trying for it either. What they had suffered through could not be altered or forgotten. Rather, they both were trying for the best they could have as mother and son in light of their past deeds.

"I think it is time we discuss something important Draco" Narcissa seriously addressed her son

For his part, Draco really did not like the sound of things but nodded for his mother to continue.

"Do you recall that the last two times you collapsed, I did not call for a Healer?" Of course he did! It was most unusual, considering his mother called for the Healer if he so much as coughed once.

"Was there a specific reason for that Mother?"

"I think that you are about to…. mature Draco, your magic is… coming out and it made you unconscious….." she trailed off, seeing the frown on Draco's face

"I don't understand, Mother"

"What I am trying to say is that…. Your Veela magic is coming out. You are going to mature as a Veela"

"W-what?" Draco was bewildered. What was his mother talking about? He- they- were purebloods. This couldn't be possible. "what are you talking about, Mother?"

Narcissa sighed. Of course he didn't know anything! Trust Lucius to instil pride into their son and yet keep him ignorant of all else. She had found that cleverness endearing but in this matter, she'd have preferred Draco knowing everything.

"It seems your father has kept you in the dark about your true lineage, Draco. Both, the Malfoys' and the Blacks' family have Veela ancestors. The Malfoys' particularly as there are enough Veelas in the family tree for the family to continually have such pale hair despite the number of brunettes and raven haired mothers. Lucius was supposed to be married to my sister in an arranged marriage in hopes of a child with stronger Veela genes."

"So this pride wasn't about having pureblood….?" Draco questioned. He was thoroughly bewildered.

"Being pureblood was only the partial truth. You know having Veela blood is the real treasure. It is rare and precious. But that is not the point right now. You are already aware of the importance of all this?" Narcissa's sudden business like tone snapped Draco out of his muddled thoughts. Narcissa sympathised with him, all his fundamental beliefs were being shattered. His perspective would be taking another dramatic change, she knew, but what he really needed to know right now was what was about to happen to him.

"Draco, you are going to go through a transformation to fully mature, now pay attention….."

Draco really hadn't like the sound of that and as his mother progressed, he visibly paled and tensed. He was in for one hell of a painful maturing and he was so not looking forward to this.

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Unbeknownst to Draco, or Narcissa, Hermione Granger had also passed out twice by then. Same timing, same duration and for the same length of time. She was involuntarily in for some very painful days…

This chapter is especially for Mapleshade Returns for the first lovely review to this story. And for the second very nice guest reviwer, I tried to make this chapter longer than the others J

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