kai crazy: Here's chapter 8! Tara and Draco have a bit of a fight and finally Harry shows up! I've realized I made a mistake in the beginning but I can't really fix it now :/ too far into the story. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters.


The next few days were peaceful for the pair as they usually kept to themselves, locked up in Draco's room. Tara however, was becoming increasingly more annoyed with Draco's insistent touching and how he rarely let her stray from his side.

"Draco, stop touching me!" She finally snapped. The young Veela looked at his mate, eyes wide as he watched her. "I'm tired of it! Always, always touching me! I realize that you might need to or something but I'm tired of how you've been acting lately. And don't give me some shite about how Veela's need to be in contact with their mates! The fact remains that we have not bonded yet, you should not need to touch me this much!"

"Tara, what's wrong with you?" Draco scowled at her, not liking her sudden attitude.

"You're what's wrong, Malfoy!" She hissed, narrowing her eyes at him. The Slytherin Prince reached out to touch her arm, anything to calm her down but Tara jumped away from him, standing away from his hand.

"No, enough with the touching!" She yelled at him. She went to the closet and started to look through her clothes.

"What are you doing?" Draco demanded, not liking where this was going. Tara didn't answer as she flicked her wand, changing clothes instantly. She pulled out the cloak he'd gotten her and put it on before turning to look at him. "Where are you going?" His anger began to rise as he stood up.

"I'm leaving," She snapped at him. "I need time to myself, which is something I certainly haven't gotten around here!"

"You can't leave!" Draco's eyes widened.

"Bollocks! Just watch me!" In the blink of an eye, she was gone. Draco's anger rose to a level it had not reached in years. He let out a furious screech as his body began to change into that of its Veela form. His wings emerged and his features began to change, feathers growing from his arms and his hands turning into claws. Lucius burst into the room, eyes narrowed when he saw his son in nearly his full Veela form. Draco let his magic lash out angrily, forcing Lucius to form his wings to protect himself from the onslaught of his son's unrestrained magic.

"Draco! What's happened?" He hissed, looking at the enraged boy.

"Tara left!" He trilled loudly, angrily. "She left the Manor, Father!" Lucius' eyes widened when he said this. That shouldn't have been possible at all.

"Impossible, I've put wards around the house preventing anyone from leaving or entering without myself or your mother." Lucius told him in a low voice.

"Well she did!" Draco snapped, lashing out again. "I've got to find her!"

"Calm down first, going outside in your Veela form would not be wise," The Malfoy heir looked at him and relented, calming down as best he could. "Go, find her quickly, your mother and I will follow shortly." Draco nodded and was suddenly gone. Lucius ran a pale hand through his hair and retracted his wings just as Narcissa arrived.

"What's going on?" She asked, eyes wide when she didn't see the children.

"Tara some how got past the Manor's wards," He told her. "She and Draco must have had a small row or something, he was awfully upset."

"I could tell," She nodded. "What will we do? We cannot let her wander by herself."

"Draco has already left to go after her," He told her. "I've promised that we would help in the search," Narcissa nodded. "If any of the other Death Eaters find her... it could mean trouble."

"We cannot dally then," Narcissa said. "Let's hurry," Lucius nodded and followed his wife.

XxXxXx

Tara hugged the cloak to her body tightly as she walked about, still muttering under her breath. She needed time away from Draco, time away from the Manor, she felt suffocated there. She wasn't ready to submit to Draco and his will, which was one of the reason's she was holding off on the bonding between them. Tara kept her head down and tried her best to avoid bumping into anyone but emotions and magic swirled around her, emitting off of people around her and entering her mind. Ever since she was little, Tara had an odd ability to sense a persons emotions, an Empath if you will, and she'd since learned to control the ability. But it was times like these when she had little or no control that she found herself going absolutely mad. The power was rare in common witches and wizards but even more so in Veela as they were already sensitive to many things. Many Veela who had this power often lost their minds. Lost in her thoughts, she barely saw where she was going and ended up colliding with someone who seemed to be in quite a hurry. She looked up and her eyes widened.

"Sorry about that," The boy grunted. He adjusted his glasses and looked at her, his own green eyes widening. "Tara Savage? What're you doing out here?" Tara looked to see Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley with him.

"Just... out walking," She forced herself to say. Harry helped her up and she forced back a trill of pain at the contact. Of all the days she could forget her gloves...

"It's dangerous to be out here," Hermione scolded her. "I thought for sure you'd be back at the castle."

"And put up with Snape and the others? No bloody way, not this time," She snorted, brushing herself off.

"I didn't know you lived in these parts," Ron piped up.

"I... don't..." She sighed.

"What're you doing so far from home? You're parents must be worried sick," Hermione fretted.

"No, they know I'm here," She assured. "I'm staying with a friend," Well, it was partially true.

"Really? Who?" Harry looked down at her. "Did you get shorter?"

"I think she did, mate," Ron laughed. "I thought you're supposed to grow over the summer, not shrink! Someone curse you or something?"

"Nothing like that," She blushed gently.

"You came into your inheritance, didn't you?" Hermione asked. Tara looked away and nodded. "Oh my god, Tara, that's amazing! What's it like?"

"Not very fun," She winced at the memory. "You can't tell anyone I'm here... or about my inheritance."

"What are you?" Harry asked, obviously confused.

"A pure-blood," She spat, not wanting to tell them.

"You can tell us the truth you know," Hermione smiled. "Its not like we're the bad guys or anything," Tara looked at her and sighed.

"Veela," She whispered. Ron and Hermione's eyes widened and Harry had a confused look on his face.

"What's a Veela?" He asked.

"A magical creature with incredible beauty and power," Hermione told him. "In human guise anyway," Tara blushed a bit. She'd never thought of herself as beautiful or powerful. "Once they come into their inheritance, their power begins to show and they have visions as they change, showing them their mate."

"Mate?" Harry's eyebrow quirked a bit.

"Yes, they have destined mates," Hermione nodded. "It's said that if a Veela cannot find its mate or if their mate rejects them, the Veela often fall into madness or beg for death even," Ron's eyes widened.

"I know you're Slytherin and all but I'd hate to see you go mad, Tara," He told her. "You're one of the nicer ones in that lot."

"Thanks," She smiled sheepishly.

"So, have you found your mate?" Hermione asked, acting much like Pansy had.

"Yes," She whispered.

"Well, who's the lucky bloke?" Ron asked with a grin.

"I can't tell you," She smiled and Ron gave a pout along with Hermione. "Sorry, but it's a bit of a secret," She laughed. The group nodded and smiled, relaxing a bit. "How goes your journey, Potter?"

"We're getting closer," He told her. Tara knew of his quest and the Horcuxes and in truth, she hoped he succeeded. Voldemort would surely destroy her and the rest of the Veela if he were to defeat Harry.

"I wish you luck finding the remaining ones," She smiled softly. At that moment, a large, sinister wave of anger washed over her and she flinched.

"Tara, are you alright?" Hermione asked, seeing her flinch.

"Yeah..." She whispered. "Just felt a huge wave of anger," The brunette nodded. And I know exactly who its coming from... Her mate was furious, she could tell, but he wouldn't hurt her if and when he found her, it would be impossible. "You guys fancy a drink and some food?" The three looked relieved when she asked.

"But everyone is looking for us," Harry sighed. "It'd be impossible for us to do so without being spotted."

"Not when you have connections like mine," Tara grinned. Making sure the group wouldn't be bothered, Tara led them to a nearby pub and entered, effectively scaring off anyone who would tattle on her new friends. Motioning, she brought them inside where the manager himself served them, glad to see that the Chosen One was alive and well.

"Why aren't you ratting us out?" Ron asked him.

"I'm on your side," He told them. "No way do I want You-Know-Who in power," He nodded and wandered off.

"So, what's your mate like?" Hermione asked, giddy with curiosity.

"He's.. handsome, intolerably snarky at times," She laughed at her own words. "He can be incredibly sweet though, and he likes to show off."

"As I've read, Veela don't often let their mates wander on their own," The brunette pointed out. "They are possessive of what's theirs and won't stand for anyone else to touch their mate."

"Yes, you're right," Tara nodded. "He and I have not made the bond yet," She blushed softly. "You see, my mate and I are both Veela," Hermione's eyes widened. "It makes it even worse... or should I say better?" She smiled lightly.

"Oh, Tara, he's going to show off like a peacock for you," She laughed. "Has he done the whole get you everything that will please you deal?"

"Yes, for Christmas actually," She giggled. "He sat there like a puppy while I opened his gifts."

"Did you reject any?" Ron butted in.

"What would happen if she did?" Harry asked, still trying to catch onto the conversation.

"He would have been horribly depressed," Hermione said. "And then tried to make up for it with more gifts that would please her."

"No, I didn't reject any of his gifts," Tara laughed. "They were all marvelous and thoughtful," In fact, she wore one of the bracelets he'd given her. She held up her hand and smiled, showing them the simple thing. "This deflects most charms and curses," The group gaped at this.

"Well, that certainly was a thoughtful gift, and useful too," Harry told her. He sipped at his butterbeer, smiling.

"You know, I've never heard a Veela sing before," Hermione began. "I've read that Veela have beautiful singing voices, is it true?"

"Very true," Tara smiled at her. "Would you like to hear?" The group nodded eagerly. Tara smiled, glad she could sing for other people. Even though she told people she hated to, it was a lie. She loved to sing for people, especially since it calmed them down. She took a deep breath and began to sing, watching the expressions on her friends' faces as she did so. They all closed their eyes and listened, smiling. Anyone still left in the pub stopped talking to listen to the young Veela, a calm expression on their faces. When Tara stopped and opened her eyes, she smiled, warmth spreading through her as everyone began to clap.

"That was amazing!" Harry told her. "You should have been in choir," Tara blushed at the comment.

"I don't often sing in front of other people," She told him. "And especially not when its a Veela song."

"Even your normal singing voice is beautiful," Hermione gushed. "I envy you for that, I wish I could sing like you."

"Yeah, me too," Ron muttered. Hermione smacked him across the back of his head and he muttered. "Sorry." Tara laughed at the antics and smiled, enjoying herself for once. She felt the wave of anger again and shuddered.

He's getting closer. She thought, sipping at her drink. Letting go of her control over her ability, Tara allowed the calm emotions swirling around the pub to enter her and sighed blissfully. Once they finished their meal, Tara paid for it and smiled, telling them it was her treat. They left the pub and the blonde immediately felt a wave of terror surge through her. It was so strong that it had her mind reeling and the world around her spinning.

"Tara?" Harry reached out and held her steady, luckily grabbing her shoulders. "You alright?"

"Yeah, just had a big surge of emotions hit me," She whispered. It hit her again and she trembled, knee's weak. Hermione's hand shot out before she could think and grabbed Tara's hand to stop her from falling when Harry let her go. Tara, shocked, let out a scream, trilling in pain as she jerked away from the brunette.

"Bloody hell, Hermione, what'd you do?" Ron asked, eyes wide.

"Oh god, Tara, I'm so sorry!" She squeaked. "I shouldn't have done that!"

"What just happened?" Harry asked, looking at Tara who was trembling and holding her hand like it was injured.

"Veela, after coming into their inheritance, become very intolerable to the touch of other people," Hermione explained. "Anyone who touches them aside from their mate will cause the Veela pain. But its only skin contact that will cause pain, that's why when Harry touched her it didn't hurt her." She looked at Tara, worried. "Did... did you Trill?" Ashamed, the blonde nodded, biting her lip.

"Is that a bad thing?" Harry asked.

"It could be," Hermione said. "If she trilled, and it was one of pain I bet, then her mate will have heard it... he'll come to protect her since he will believe we hurt her."

"You guys have to leave!" Tara told them, eyes wide in fear. "If he comes here then you'll be in danger!"

"No, we'll stay and explain that it was an accident," Harry told her. Tara decided he was either brave or stupid. A Veela's wrath was not to be taken lightly.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," She whispered, eyes downcast. She felt the wave of mixed emotions before he appeared and when he did, she was pulled behind the group as they whipped out their wands.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry growled at the taller male. They obviously hadn't made the connection yet. Draco's eyes darted about and finally found Tara behind the group.

"I'm here for what's mine," He snapped. Ron, surprisingly, was the first to get what he said and gaped at Tara.

"Blimey, Tara, why didn't you tell us earlier!" He gasped, looking between her and Draco.

"I didn't want you to be upset," She whispered, knowing how the three felt about her mate.

"If you'd told us straight out, we wouldn't have had such a reaction," Hermione told her in a soft voice. "He can't be all that bad if he's your mate," Tara gave her a weak smile.

"Which one of you made her trill?" Draco snapped at them, upset.

"I did, but it was an honest mistake," Hermione admitted.

"You filthy mud-blood! How dare you touch her!" Draco stalked forward and stopped when Tara put herself between them.

"It was an accident, Draco," She told him. "I was about to collapse because of your unrestrained emotions flaring all over the place," Draco gave her a look and backed down.

"You're an Empath?" He asked, tilting his head. "How are you still sane, mate?"

"I've had years of practice," She muttered. He nodded and looked at the group, unsure of what to do now.

"Are you going to tattle on us, Malfoy?" Ron snorted. Tara gave the red head a look. "What? Just asking."

"You guys kept her safe, right?"

"Well, in a way, yes," Harry nodded. "She saved our hides though, but we looked out for her after we found out she was a Veela and had a mate. Though we did not know it was you."

"I guess I should thank you then," All three teens' jaws dropped. "Keeping her safe when I couldn't means a lot to me. I'd never forgive myself if she'd gotten hurt."

"A Veela is bound to protect its mate," Hermione sighed. "Why was she out here on her own in the first place? I know you couldn't have just let her waltz around."

"The little prat took off," He snorted. "We got into a bit of a row back at the Manor and she somehow got past the wards to get out here."

"You two got into a fight?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Mr. Possessive here wouldn't leave me alone or give me any space," Tara gave Draco a glare.

"It's my nature, mate," He growled.

"It's good to give her some space, Malfoy," Hermione cut in before they could start an argument. "Since you two aren't bound to each other yet, she needs her space, no matter how much you might hate it. Not all Veela are ready to just settle down when they meet their soul mate."

"These are dark times, Granger," Draco reminded her. "I need to keep her safe."

"I understand but still, don't just keep her locked up," She scolded. "Girls don't like it," Tara gave her a smile.

"Fine," He growled out. He looked at Tara then who shied away from him. "If you ever pull a stunt like this again, I swear I'm making sure you stay at the Manor and not at school." Tara pouted and he smirked. "Granger, you mind taking Tara back towards the Manor? I'm sure Mother and Father are looking for her. I've got to talk with these two quick," It was obvious to the brunette that the matter was not one he wanted Tara to know and nodded. She led the shorter Veela away, out of hearing range.

"What's the deal, Malfoy?" Harry asked, wand at his side.

"I can't do it anymore," He sighed. "I'm sick, Potter, the potions are wearing off..."

"What're you talking about?" He looked at him, narrowing his eyes.

"I've been lying to Tara... which isn't something I'm really supposed to do," He flinched a bit.

"Veela get really sick and go mad if they lie to their mate for too long," Ron told his friend. "What have you been lying about? Or rather... what secret have you kept from her?"

"The Dark Mark," He bit out. "I haven't told her and it's killing me."

"Just tell her then," God, Potter could be so stupid.

"I can't just tell her you twit!" He hissed out, clenching his fists. "It's not that simple... I don't want her to hate me."

"Its impossible for her to hate you, Malfoy," Ron snorted. "Sure her human part could but the Veela half could never hate you."

"That's the problem," He muttered. "I don't want any part of her to hate me. Human or Veela..."

"Just talk to her about it then," Harry told him. "I'm sure if you just talk it over then I'm positive she'll be able to see past you having kept it from her."

"I think that's the smartest thing I've ever heard out of you, Potter," Draco grinned.

"So what will you do now?" Ron asked. "You know we're here and you are a Death Eater after all."

"You helped my mate, for that I'm thankful," He looked at the boy. "I have no reason to turn you over to the Dark Lord," He saw Harry's eyes widen behind his glasses.

"So you're letting us go?" Ron asked slowly.

"Must I spell it out, Weasley?" He raised an aristocratic eyebrow. The red head grumbled and looked down. "I'm sure my parents will be just as thankful to Granger for bringing Tara back. I dare say... you have our support."

"Are you saying you've changed sides?" Harry asked warily.

"I suppose I am," He smirked. "But lets keep that between us shall we? We still need to be in the Dark Lord's graces in order to keep ourselves safe from his wrath. And I don't want Tara mixed up in all of this."

"Right," They nodded at the same time.

"Thanks, Malfoy," Harry nodded to him.

"Least I could do," He snorted. "Now get going, here comes Granger," With that, he was gone.

XxXxXx

Draco returned to Malfoy Manor to find Tara with his parents in the family room. He rushed to her and pulled her close, inhaling her scent as he nuzzled her neck.

"Don't you ever, ever do that again!" He whispered, sinking to the couch with her. Tara clutched at his jacket, her eyes closed as she tried to even out her breathing. Lucius and Narcissa left to give them their space. "When you left I was so worried and when I couldn't find you I bloody well had a heart attack."

"I'm sorry, Draco," She whispered, curling close in his arms. "I didn't mean to make you worry like that... I just needed some space is all and you weren't letting me have any while I was here in the Manor."

"I promise to give you some space from now on, okay?" He smiled weakly. "All you have to do is tell me," Tara nodded and shied away slightly when he kissed her head. Draco's heart stopped when she did this but was surprised when she tilted her head up and kissed his lips.

"I'm not a child that needs a comforting kiss on the head," She whispered against his lips.

"Whatever you say, mate," He smiled. He apparated them to his room and laid on the bed, holding Tara close. "Want to do something fun?" He asked her, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Like what?" She asked, curious.

"Compare our wings?" Tara burst out laughing at this. "What? I think it would be fun."

"Draco, your wings will win anyway," She smiled.

"Either way," He shrugged. Tara only shook her head and kissed him.

"Alright," She told him. Draco smiled and got up, removing coat and shirt before letting his wings emerge. He kept them folded as he waited for Tara to do the same. He watched as she got up and removed the cloak he'd given her and released her wings. He would repair her shirt for her later, he knew she liked that one. With a smirk, the Malfoy heir spread his wings, which spanned out to be at least 8 ft when fully open. Tara watched, eyes wide as she watched the light reflect off the feathers, showing her various shades of deep purples and blues within the black. They were big and powerful, she knew, all to protect her from any enemy. With a smile, she spread her own wings, which spanned to about 5 ft, making her pout. Draco watched the light reflect off of her wings, surprised when he found hints of white in her feathers. The light reflecting off them shone brilliant shades of purples and blues, just like his own, and just a hint of deep, deep green. Absolutely beautiful.

Draco folded his wings, puffing them out slightly and giving a small flap. Tara laughed at the action and gave her own wings a little ruffle, puffing them up as well. The Slytherin Prince had to admit she was certainly cute when she did that, there was no way she could ever look intimidating. The taller Veela crooned, his wings twitching as he moved closer to his mate, circling her as she folded her wings, still puffed up. Tara rolled her eyes at his antics and smiled as he continued to croon at her, ruffling his feathers a bit and brushing his wings against her arms. Tara soon began to copy him, circling him as he circled her, their eyes locked. It was almost like a stand off or a dance for them. Draco wanted nothing more than to pull her close and wrap his wings around her but at the moment he was more focused on getting her to submit and give into him. Which he suspected, she wouldn't.

"You won't win, Malfoy," She purred at him.

"We'll see about that," He purred back. With a few quick moves, he was behind her, hands holding her hips lightly. Tara gasped and her eyes fluttered as his back touched her wings. "Give up, Tara," He crooned, nuzzling her neck.

"Never," She groaned softly. Stepping away from him she turned to face him again, smiling. She slowly began to dance, making sure she kept Draco's gaze as she did so. Tara started to trill softly as she danced, her body moving with a liquid grace she hadn't known she possessed. The taller Veela watched, awed by her movements, unable to look away for fear that he might miss something. When his mate started to flash her wings, Draco growled, knowing she was giving him a challenge. She was displaying for him, which he hadn't thought she would do just yet, and she wanted him to display for her. And he gladly accepted her challenge. He fluffed out his wings, making himself bigger as he began to display for his mate, growling deep in his throat. Tara watched him, never missing a beat as she continued her own display but damn it was getting hard to concentrate with Draco standing there shirtless, displaying for her. Their little dance began to intensify, Draco moving closer with each step, Tara taking two steps back to avoid him.

It hit its climax and Draco growled, taking quick steps to trap his mate. As suddenly as it began, it ended and Tara found herself pinned to the wall, arms locked on either side of her head with Draco's hands coiled around her wrists. She panted softly and tilted her head back, trilling quietly, eyes closing as she finally admitted defeat to him. The taller Veela grinned, his display had worked! Ducking his head down, he captured her lips, taking what was his greedily. Tara put up very little resistance, in fact, she just let him do as he pleased. Having won her over for the time being with his display, she would allow him to indulge slightly. She felt his knee wedge itself between her legs and let out a startled gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth. Her own knee's began to weaken but thankfully, Draco held her up as the kiss continued. Trailing kisses down her jaw to her neck, the taller Veela took pleasure in teasing that one sensitive spot on her shoulder. The place he so badly wanted to sink his teeth in but couldn't because Tara wasn't ready. Biting softly, he licked at the skin, making his mate cry out and moan, her breathing already ragged as he continued. He sucked on the spot greedily, biting and nipping once in a while. Finally he pulled back and admired his work.

It was no bonding mark but it would do for now.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, I am going to kill you!" Tara growled halfheartedly at him.

"Whatever for?" He decided to play along with a lazy smirk.

"You gave me a hickey! A bloody fucking hickey!" Her face was bright red as she said this. Draco looked at the bright red mark on his mate's neck and smirked. With how pale she was, the mark stood out rather nicely.

"I like it," He crooned. He let go of one of her wrists and reached down, tracing his fingers over it. Tara's body shook and she gasped, making his eyes widen. "Well, well, it certainly is sensitive," He continued stroking the red flesh, listening as Tara emitted small, keening sounds that soon became music to his ears. He eventually stopped and grabbed her wrist again, smirking at her. "You had a chance to stop me, so why didn't you?" Tara blushed and looked away. "You wanted me to touch it, didn't you?" She would not admit it to him but he knew it was true. Her hand had been free and yet she'd simply kept it where it had been pinned the whole time.

"I should be allowed to get payback for this," She glowered at him.

"If you can catch me," He whispered in her ear. Tara's eyes widened and suddenly Draco darted out of the room. She scowled and ran after him, laughing. "Come now, for someone with reflexes like a Seeker, you sure are slow!" He teased her. Tara gave an outraged cry at this and ran faster. Draco's eyes widened and he turned, running as fast as his legs would carry him. Luckily, with his height and long legs, he was able to keep out of reach from his mate. Lucius watched them run around the Manor and shook his head at how childish they were being.

"They deserve it," Narcissa voiced his thoughts with a smile. "They've been forced to grow up so quickly, especially Draco," Lucius nodded. "They deserve this time, they need to be able to feel like kids again, even if for a short time."

"I just pray they don't -" CRASH! "Break anything," He groaned.

"Sorry!" Draco shouted, racing past them and casting a quick spell to fix what was broken. Tara was hot on his trail, a determined look glinting in her eyes.

"I dare say that Tara might catch him," Narcissa put her hand over her mouth to stop from laughing.

"Doubtful," Lucius chuckled. Husband and wife exchanged looks and made a silent bet.

XxXxXx

Draco had taken to hiding in the many rooms throughout the Manor to escape from Tara. He leaned against the door, panting, eyes wide as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He hid when he heard her getting closer and watched from his place as she opened the door, narrowed crystal blue eyes sweeping through the room. He took his chance and bolted for the door. Tara squeaked and darted after him, laughing. Deciding to end their game, he headed for his room, panting heavily. Tara was catching up! He flung himself into the room and heard Tara behind him jump. Spinning, Draco turned just as she came through the door, eyes wide when she had no way of stopping herself. Bracing himself, the taller blonde grunted when her small frame made contact with his stomach. Retracting his wings into his body, Draco stumbled and toppled over, his breath leaving his lungs so quickly he saw white as he hit the carpeted floor.

"Got you," Tara smiled when he recovered.

"Persistent little git you are," He mumbled, letting his head thump against the floor.

"Eww, you're all sweaty," She scrunched her nose up as her shirt stuck to his chest. Draco had to laugh at the statement and grinned at her.

"You caught me, so you get to have your payback," He told her. Tara grinned viciously at him and ducked her head down, licking at the spot she knew was sensitive. Draco sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes, his arms tightening around her waist. He noticed how the room suddenly darkened more than it should have and realized Tara must have spread her wings. Silver eyes shot open and a strangled sound escaped him as her mouth clamped down on the spot, sucking and nipping mercilessly. He couldn't help it and let out a moan, trilling softly, urging her to continue as pleasure coursed through his veins. He felt Tara move and had to force himself to remain perfectly still as she straddled him, finding it more comfortable than how she had been. Finally, she pulled away, folding her wings with a smirk.

"Perfect," She crooned softly. Moving one hand, Tara stroked the now bruised flesh and tore a moan from Draco. "Now you know how I felt," She giggled. Draco scowled and pulled her close, ignoring the tingling in his groin the best he could. Tara pressed her hands against his chest, her face inches from his own, smiling down at him.

"You are making it so very hard for me to control myself," He muttered.

"Yes well you tease far too much," She countered. With a roll of his eyes, he kissed her and smiled, glad she was no longer upset with him. "Lets take a bath, shall we?" Draco nodded and released his mate in order to stand. He watched as her wings disappeared and she shivered, walking towards the bathroom. He followed without a word, though he quickly closed the door to his room before doing so. Wordlessly, they followed their now daily routine and got into the bath one at a time.

"Am I still allowed to have you in my lap for a bath?" He asked, unsure of how much she would let him touch her now.

"Yes, you can," She nodded. Eagerly, he pulled her into his lap, resting his chin atop her head. Tara laughed at this and just relaxed, closing her eyes as she did so.

"You know, I still haven't forgotten that you promised me to wait until Christmas to go any further with you," Tara blushed at this. "And I've kept that promise, I've waited well past Christmas."

"And for that I thank you, Draco," She smiled. "I'm still not ready though," She felt the growl rumbling in his chest and shivered.

"I can't keep waiting, mate," He mumbled.

"Just a little longer?" She turned her head to look up at him. Draco sighed and nuzzled her.

"Fine, I'll wait just a bit longer," He muttered unhappily. Tara smiled and leaned against his chest, letting out a pleased sound. They washed quickly and got out just as they always did. Draco held her close once they were in bed and merely watched over her, unable to sleep. He would protect her with his life... not just because she was his mate but because deep down, he cared for her. Both his human half and Veela half cared for the girl in his arms and he would do anything to see her happy and safe. He was slowly beginning to realize that his world revolved around Tara, she was the half that completed him and he loved being with her. Their fight today had shown him that. He'd been terrified when she took off and his mind had come up with so many horrible situations in which Tara could have been hurt or even killed. The thought made him tighten his hold on his mate. No one would ever hurt her, he would personally make sure of that.

Two more days... that's plenty of time to come up with how I will tell her. He thought, yawning. For once.. Potter may be right about what I need to do... He finally succumbed to sleep then, a small smile on his face.


kai crazy: I hope you liked it! He has two days left to come up with what he will tell Tara! Let's see how this turns out~ Reviews are much appreciated