Unwanted Wings

Chapter Nine

'Finding My Mate'

Draco was glad he had his journal back, but he could help wondering why Harry had kept the journal if he couldn't read it. Shaking his head to clear it, the blonde made his way to the Slytherin dorms. After speaking the password, he entered the common room and went down the hall to the sixth year dorms.

Entering his dorm room, he made his way over to his bed. Draco placed his Angelus Humane journal under his pillow. Then, he stripped down to his boxers and put on his silken green pajamas. He laid down on his bed and got under his silk sheets. The moment his head hit the pillow he was out.


"Draco…"

The voice was back. I looked around for the source of the sound. I saw nothing. "Hello?" I called loudly, hoping whoever would hear me.

"Draco." A blurry figure came walking out of nowhere towards me. He smiled at me. His smile was pretty much the only thing I could see, save for he was taller than me.

The blurry figure then spoke to me as he gathered me in his arms. "Be patient. Wait for me. I'll come around."

I found myself nodding, thought I still couldn't figure out who it was. I lean back against him and close my eyes, feeling loved, safe and secure. I smiled. He was warm, and his touch was comforting, reassuring.

"Thank you, Draco." he said as he turned me to face him. He brought his hand up to gently cup my cheek before pulling me in and leaning in slowly-


Draco awoke with cry of pain. "Ow!"

He was disoriented and confused, and his bum really hurt! Drawing in a hiss of pain, Draco rubbed his aching arse as he gathered his bearings. He was on the hard stone floor of the dungeons. He looked around to see Blaise snickering. "Finally, you're up."

Scowling, Draco stood up. "Yes, I am. Now, why did you throw me off my bed?!" the furious blonde demanded in a slight whiny tone. He had been enjoying his dream for once!

Blaise smirked. "Sorry, but you slept through breakfast. Defense Against the Dark Arts is in ten minutes."

The blonde Slytherin's eyes widened. "Shit! I'll only be a few minutes!"

Draco unbuttoned his pajama top hastily. Then he shucked off his pajama bottoms. He grabbed the black trousers he had worn yesterday and hopped into them. Then, he grabbed his white blouse and slipped it on, buttoning it as he looked for his Slytherin tie.

After finding it and slipping on his shoes, he left with his friend, tying his green tie while he did so.


The blonde made his way into the Grand Hall. He took his seat. He was starved! He had missed breakfast. Pansy and Blaise soon joined him. Filling his plate, he turned to his friends as they began to speak.

"I've got a date for the Yule Ball."

Draco smiled at Blaise. "Who?" the blonde asked as he bit into a green apple.

His African-American friend smiled and said, "Daphne Greengrass. She has a younger sister who's in fourth year."

Pansy smiled coyly. "I know her! She's my best girlfriend. She has had a crush on you for a couple months now."

Draco smiled amusedly, shaking his head. Blaise smirked. "Then, maybe I'll get lucky."

His innuendo was not lost on Draco, who had been taking a sip of pumpkin juice. The blonde nearly spewed his drink as he fought laughing. Pansy smacked Draco upside the head. "Don't laugh! That's not funny!"

Blaise laughed at his Slytherin friends. Pansy couldn't help but smile at her friends' laughter. Pansy shook her head and said Draco, "So… have you asked anyone? Or are you still looking?"

"No, I haven't asked anyone, Pans."

"Well, you better hurry! Or all the good girls will be gone." Pansy warned. The blonde rolled his eyes. "Alright, mum."

Blaise snickered into his water. Pansy pouted slightly. "Don't be rude. I was just sayin'."

"Hmm." Draco said, finishing off his apple and pumpkin juice. He was about to stand up when he heard the sound of his eagle owl. Landing in front of him gracefully, the bird offered Draco the letter it held in its beak. The blonde took it gently, and once he did the bird took off instantly.

"What is it, Dray?" Pansy asked curiously. Draco didn't even look up when he said, "It's from father."

He stood up and didn't allow anymore question to be asked. He left the Grand Hall and went out into the hallway.

He leaned against the wall as he opened the silver envelope, pulling out the silvery white parchment inside. Hmm… Draco thought as he unfolded the lovely parchment. Then, he began to read.

Draco,

I think it is time for you to learn how to use your wings. I will be arriving at Hogwarts on the 1st of December. We will stay at Hogwarts for the holidays and hopefully teach you how to fly properly. I will be arriving at noon exactly. I will meet you in the field by the Grounds Keeper's hut.

Sincerely,

Lucius Malfoy

Draco pursed his lips. He was going to learn to fly? That was a frightening thought. Folding the letter back up and slipping it into the envelope, the blonde left to go outside. He had Care of Magical Creatures.


All the Slytherins and Gryffindors gather around the new Care of Magical Creatures professor, Professor McGriffin. She was young for a professor. Her hair coiled down her back elegantly in soft red curls. Her silver eyes were soft and kind, surrounded by laugh lines. She was tall and has paler skin. Her body was clothed in a emerald green top that tied around the neck and dark denim jeans with rips at the knees. She looked to be in her late twenties.

"Hello class, I am Professor Rosie McGriffin, you may call me Rosie, and I will be teaching Care of Magical Creatures the rest of this year while Hagrid is busy doing something Dumbledore has asked of him." She smiled at the group of students in front of her.

Draco looked her over. She didn't look like a ginger -though she clearly was- and didn't seem much like a Gryffindor. Interrupting his train of thought, the professor spoke once more.

"Now, today, I have a very special creature with me. She is a rare sight to behold." Whispering broken out through the students. Draco listened curiously as she continued to speak. "She has graciously agreed to allow us to see her. But I must warn you… She does not approve of people disrespecting her." Professor McGriffin frowned, "She will stab you through in an instant with her horn if she feels threatened or disrespected."

The blonde looked at the professor as she left the clearing and walked over to the forest's edge. She kneeled down on one knee and softly called out into the woods. "You may come out now. They are ready to meet you."

Professor McGriffin stood back up and slowly backed up, awaiting for her friend to come out form hiding. Draco's, and everyone else's, eyes widened at the sight he saw. It was a unicorn.

Draco could suddenly feel her power, her radiance. It was so pure and so refreshing. It seemed to be almost cleansing him. It relaxed him as well. He had the sudden urge to bow, but he stopped himself. Normal wizards can't sense power like this, can't feel the power like this. It must be because of what he is.

The unicorn slowly, gracefully, strolled out of the Dark Forest and made her way over to the professor. The professor lead her to the clearing. The students followed cautiously a few feet behind them.

The unicorn was white a first glance. But if you looked closely, her coat was not white but a very pale lilac color. She radiated with power and purity. Her hooves were a deeper shade of lilac but still looked like an off-white at first glance. Her horn was a deep violet and sparkled with magic, yet gleamed like a newly sharpened sword. Her eyes were the color of a rustic sunrise or a flowing waterfall or even the first gentle snowfall of winter, and they were soul-shattering.

Draco didn't seen but could feel all the students take a step back, respecting her instantly. But Draco did no such thing. The unicorn noticed this.

She watched at Draco, and Draco watched her back cautiously, as the professor spoke. "Now, students, to approach a unicorn you must first bow before him or her to show them your respect. If they nod then you may approach, but if they shake their head no at you… you better back off or they will run you through with their horn. Now who would like to-"

Professor McGriffin was cut off by a gasp. She turned her head to Draco, whom had gasped, to see had had happened.

The blonde was staring at the unicorn. The unicorn was kneeling, kneeling!, before Draco, bowing to him, showing him respect. She then straightened back up, and Draco heard her speak to him inside his head.

Young one.

Her voice was gentle and held so much power. It frightened Draco slightly.

Do not be afraid. For I know what you are.

You know? Draco asked inside his head, his eyes widening slightly. He completely forgot about the other students and the professor.

Yes. I can sense your powers, young one.

I can feel yours as well, your majesty.

Draco wasn't sure how he knew she was royalty, but he did. He bowed before her.

Young Angelus Humane, do not bow before me. For we are equals.

Surprised slightly, Draco stood himself back up hesitantly. The unicorn smiled at him, her flowing lilac mane flowing slightly in the soft breeze.

Yes, your majesty.

Thank you. She nodded her head once, a simple dip down then up. Draco smiled slightly at her.

And do not fret, young Draco. Your mate will soon find you, and you will find him.

Slightly confused by this statement, Draco watched the unicorn look at Professor McGriffin. The blonde backed up slightly to be standing by the other students, whom started to whisper around him about what had happened.

Draco ignored them. Soon, the class ended, and he noticed Professor McGriffin watching him as he left to go back inside.


A week later, the first of December arrived. Draco was slightly worn out from being bombarded with questions which he had no answers for. Questions like: Why did the unicorn bow to you?, What were you thinking?! Not stepping back like we did?!,and Can you teach me how to be respected by unicorns?

Sighing and having just finished lunch, Draco went outside and down to Hagrid's hut. Once there he turned to his left and walked out into the distant snow-covered field. This morning had been the first snowfall of the season.

The blonde Slytherin soon spotted his father and picked up his pace. He reached his father in no time. He greeted his father politely. "Father."

"Draco," his father nodded once politely. Lucius then pulled out his wand and created a ten mile radius with spells that prevented others from hearing or seeing anything that commenced inside the radius.

Lucius looked at his son when he finished. "Now, Draco, bring your wings out."

Draco nodded. He slipped out of his robes and unbuttoned his white blouse. Slipping it off, he loosened his tie and pulled it off as well. Feeling nervous, Draco worried his lip as he concentrated. His wings popped out with slight difficulty. Draco looked at his father. Lucius seemed a bit proud of Draco.

"Now, you must use your wings to fly. Start by testing your wings. Flap them a bit and get use to the feeling."

The younger blonde nodded and gently flapped his wings, testing water. He smiled at the feel of it and did it again. His smile widened. It felt nice. It felt really nice.

Lucius smiled slightly. "Good. Now, to fly. Start off at a run, flapping your wings. Then jump and continue to flap your wings."

The blonde nodded and watched Lucius jump into the air, his wings coming out as he did so. Draco gasped softly at the sight. It was like his father was an angel. An angel of Death. Draco was suddenly confused. Why were his father's wings black? Why weren't his?

Shaking his head to clear it and deciding to ask his father later, the younger blonde got himself ready. He started to run, flapping his lovely white wings. Then, he jumped into the air, snowflakes gently landing on his feathers and pale skin.

Draco smiled as he managed to catch a breeze, and he flapped his wings again, fumbling in the air only slightly. Lucius watched intensely. He knew Draco wouldn't be able to stay in the air long.

As expected, Draco's mind decided to let fear creep in. Suddenly the blonde's thoughts were focused on what if he fell. Listening to his human mind and not following his Angelus Humane instincts he started to fall. He fell out of the sky and hit the snow with a rough landing.

Lucius swooped down and landed gracefully on his feet. As he did he exclaimed, "Draco!"

The blonde groaned and sat up. His right wing hurt! He hissed in pain as he struggled to stand up. Groaning in pain, Draco managed to stand. He looked at his father. Lucius gently placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "Are you alright, Draco?"

"Yeah… My… My right wing hurts…" the blonde said, pain weaved in his voice. Lucius moved to look at it. It didn't look good. "You need to see Poppy."

Draco nodded, grimacing as the action caused his sore neck to ache dully. "Come on, son." his father said gently. He pulled his wand out of his pocket and disabled the spells protecting them. Pulling in his wings, he cast a strong glamour on Draco to hide his wings.

Then, they both processed to return to Hogwarts to go to Madame Pomfrey.


Draco sat on the hospital bed, waiting for Madame Pomfrey to finish making the healing paste for his wings. Draco kicked his feet slightly, his glamour off. He ruffled his feathers and hissed slightly when he felt pain in his right wing.

Just then, Draco felt a pull in his magic. He shivered.

Harry Potter entered the infirmary, talking. "Madame Pomfrey, Professor Snape sent me to get a vial of-"

Draco looked over his shoulder and saw that Harry was looking at him. He offered a small smile to him.

Lucius tensed. Draco sensed this and looked at Lucius. "Father, it's alright. Harry helped me through my first… transformation."

This helped ease his father, but not by much. The younger Malfoy looked back over his shoulder at Harry and watched as he came to stand over by him. Harry smiled slightly. "Hello, Draco. What happened?"

Draco smiled dryly. "I was learning to fly and didn't land so well…"

Harry smiled but before he could reply Madame Pomfrey pushed passed him. Madame Pomfrey made her way over to Draco. "Finished! Now, Draco, I am going to apply this paste to your wings. It will soothe the pain and help the wing in healing."

The blonde nodded, understanding entirely. He looked down at the floor as he waited for the paste to be apply. The moment her hand touched his wing, the white feathers turned to a silver colored metal, harder than all other metals know to wizards and witches. Draco's instincts took over.

His eyes turned a smoky silver, misty with power. Without knowing it, he flew across the room and landed in the corner and hid inside his wings. The wound hurt, but it was distant. The young Angelus Humane let out a sort of screech sounding somewhere between a banshee's scream and a ghost's haunting wail. His silver eyes blaze with power, fear and rage.

Harry watched curiously. He glanced at the shocked Madame Pomfrey and Lucius Malfoy. Then, he glanced at Draco. Harry proceeded to walk over to the blonde. He slowly kneeled in front of the blonde. The Angelus Humane looked at Harry curiously, not threateningly or furiously. Just… curiously. The Gryffindor gently set his hand on Draco's bare ankle. The Slytherin instantly relaxed, knowing he was safe with his mate.

Harry gently took Draco's slender hand in his when the blonde slackened his wings and exposed himself. He pulled Draco to his feet gently and led him back to the hospital bed.

Draco's eyes returned to human eyes as looked at Harry, whom gently pushed him down to sit. Draco let Harry push him down, and he sat. The Gryffindor eyed him thoughtfully before saying in a soft gently tone, "Stay, Draco."

A chill licked down his spine as a cold rush of magic rushed over him. The blonde knew then that that magic had been a Submissive Angelus Humane's reaction to a command given to them by their Dominate mate, human or creature. Draco watch Harry.

Harry gently took the paste from Madame Pomfrey and returned to the ever waiting blonde. He stood in front of Draco and dipped his fingers in the cool pale green paste. Harry then applied the paste that smelled of mint.

Draco's silver eyes closed in bliss. The feel of his mate's fingers on his feathers was heavenly. He shivered slightly as the paste touched the wound. Yes, Draco felt pain, but he wasn't about to hiss or harm his mate. The pain was necessary for the injury to heal properly.

The moment Harry's fingers left his wing, Draco opened his eyes and looked at his mate. Blinking twice in surprise, the blonde's mind finally registered that Harry Potter was his mate.

Harry went over to the counter and set the paste down. He then washed his hands in the sink. Drying them with a simple charm, Harry turned to the others in the room. "Goodbye." he said as he began to walk towards the double doors of the infirmary.

In an instant Draco was up off the bed and had grabbed Harry's arm gently. "Wait…" the blonde said in a quiet voice, one that only Harry heard.

The emerald eyed teen slowly, gently, turned his body around to face Draco half way, his head turning fully to look at Draco. The blonde momentarily worried his bottom lip, nervously, looking off to the side towards the ground. Harry waited patiently. The blonde looked up into Harry's emerald eyes.

Draco's eyes were half lids. He slowly brought his lips up to Harry's in a gentle kiss, his hand coming up and cupping Harry's cheek only a second before his lips. Harry's eyes closed the moment Draco's hand touched his cheek. His lips met Draco's.

The blonde felt a surge of power ring through his soul. Yes. It was true. Harry was his mate. Now, he knew.

Draco pulled away a second later. He looked into those emeralds that met his half lids before turning back around. Draco spoke softly, for only Harry's ears.

"Thank you… Harry…" Then Draco returned to his hospital bed.

Harry watched the blonde till he was seated on the bed again. Then, he turned around and left, leaving a very shocked Lucius Malfoy and Madame Pomfrey in his wake, along with a thoughtful Draco Malfoy.

The Slytherin knew who his mate was. He knew that Harry was his mate from the kiss. That connection.

But little did he know Harry had felt the connection as well.


A/N: Hey! Enjoy this chapter! : -) Draco knows Harry's his mate. And Harry suspects he is Draco's mate.