A/N: *fans self* prepare yourselves :D

Chapter Nine

When Draco returned back to Hogwarts and to the abandoned bridge he was planning on stopping at to have a smoke, Harry was in his arms before Draco could realized he was even there. "I was worried about you." Harry whispered to Draco, who smirked and kissed along his mate's neck. He would definitely enjoy leaving if every reception was like this.

"I missed you too my Harry." Harry pulled back and grasped his hand as they walked to what Draco grudgingly admitted was now their spot.

"What took so long?" They were seated in their normal spot, Draco leaning up against the beam of wood with Harry resting his head on his chest, sitting between his legs.

"I had to get some information for the Dark Lord unexpectedly, and then we briefly discussed a mission for me during Yule sometime." Harry hummed snuggling closer.

"You tortured someone huh?" Ah Harry, always so eloquent. Draco smirked into his mate's hair before grabbing a cigarette.

"Yes." Draco answered bluntly, wondering how Harry would take it. How much would it take to make him run away screaming? Honestly from a logical standpoint he knew Harry wouldn't run, soul mates were too special and he craved the love only Draco could provide. Yet he still couldn't control the emotional side that feared a day when Harry would look at him in disgust.

His hands felt like they were shaking, his body still pumping adrenaline through his veins, as he brought the cigarette to his lips.

"Who?"

"I can't tell you that, Harry.

"But we do need to discuss Yule plans." Harry shifted slightly looking up at Draco. "What do you mean? I always stay at Hogwarts."

Draco nodded and banished his cigarette butt. "I know, but the Dark Lord would like to extend an invitation for you to stay with us. I don't like it, you will have to stay with the swine for a day or two, probably less but still any time at all is too much." Harry's hand gripped his shirt tightly and Draco wrapped his arms around him comfortingly.

"Why?"

"Well because he would like to talk with you and-"

"No, not that, I know why he wants to talk to me. But why do I have to wait a few days?" Draco breathed in, inhaling Harry's delicious scent and kissing his head. He loved the smell of his mate, the smell of sunshine on a warm spring day and early morning after a heavy rain shower.

"Because I will be gone. I have a mission that will take a few days." Harry's grip tightened and he rose a bit, looking panicked. "Will it be dangerous?"

Draco sighed and pressed a kiss against Harry's lips, "I don't know. I don't know much actually, only vague details. I will learn more before I go." Draco nuzzled into Harry's hair, enjoying having Harry pressed up against him.

"I don't want to go back." Harry whined turning around and facing Draco.

"I know, but I will have a house elf at your beck and call. He can cook you breakfast or anything else you wish. He will also protect you from the swine. It will only be a maximum of two days, and then we will have the rest of the weeks to ourselves." He pulled Harry close kissing and nipping at his neck. "I promise Harry I will not let them hurt you." His mate shivered, mewling under Draco's ministrations.

"What will I tell Dumbledore? He will surely ask as why I want to leave." Draco shrugged and pulled back, smirking at a dazed Harry.

"Tell him that with how the Dark Lord is gaining support so fast you want to spend a little time with your family. That even if they're not the nicest you still want to spend just a little while longer with the people who raised you." Harry laughed, shaking his head. Honestly, Draco didn't expect Dumbledore to alive that much longer.

"Draco you can lie so smoothly how will I ever know if you are lying to me?" Draco pulled Harry close and wrapped his arms firmly around him. "I may not be always able to tell you everything but I will never lie to you." Lips collided and both boys sighed in bliss, this was magical and both felt complete.

xXx

Draco,

The letters have been sent. My father received his only yesterday and mother has gone into planning mode, outfits enough to last a month when in reality we only need for a week. However, my father was not the only one to receive such a letter. He has ears everywhere Draco; I as well received one of these letters. As I have reached majority and successfully gained both dueling and crafting offers. However He has offered me better. Can you imagine Draco? Learning under someone better than Fredrick Von Dunstrom or Amelia Heptress?

Mother is beside herself, but father has never been more proud. I only fear this offer too good to be true. This is my our chance to shine. We've talked about this day for years have we not? Of showing off everything we've got while fighting for our heritage? We'll be siblings in arms, slaughtering those who threaten our culture. Just think in mere weeks I will meet the infamous B.L and learn under her wand. I will meet Rowle and become the best. However I have heard many a rumor his son is a pest.

Soon, I will be able to see you again and we shall show everybody just how formidable a duo we are.

May magic bless you,

K.G.

Draco watched the letter burn in midair with a smirk. This Yule was sure to be an eventful one. The manor would be packed with not only relatives, but of the ball on New Year's Eve. The cream of the crop would be hand selected to join the ranks, and lovely Kira no doubt had a place amongst them. Draco couldn't wait to see her face when she discovered he was already selected, already promoted, and already mated. How sweet it would be.

But all of that compared in comparison to the sweet victory Draco felt as he glanced at the headmaster. Grey, pale, weathered, tired…the symptoms of being old that he had so far escaped. He had eaten a lemon drop. Now all that was left was to watch him wither away before his own silver eyes. The more the old man ate, the quicker he would die. But it was set in stone now, the poison was in his system and it would eat away at his very magic until it was gone, and Dumblefuck would die. It was only a matter of time.

"Draco," Draco tore his gaze from the smiling headmaster to the lovely blonde in front of him. "Yes Astoria?"

"Does Zabini look different to you?" Silver eyes roamed the table until they landed on a taller, darker, and more menacing Blaise. He had gone through the transformation. Draco couldn't wait until he could rile up his best friend, to see the infamous horns.

"Are you daft or blind Greengrass?" The blonde looked taken aback, "Or perhaps you're both. Blaise looks like he has every other day this year. Maturity suits him well. Maybe with yours you will grow a brain." Greengrass glared at him frostily for a moment before turning away and talking with another twit from her year. She should know better than to ask questions.

xXx

Draco was jolted awake by mind blowing pain and he could feel his body and limbs contorting into unnatural angles. The scream that escaped his lips was unstoppable and set his vocal chords on fire. His bones felt as if they were shattering and his blood felt as if it were boiling. As his body seized all he could do was scream again. It was astounding, as if his very essence were changing. Oh shit, how could I have forgotten it's the fifth? Shit!

"Draco I'm here. We knew this would be painful, remember our lessons. Try to think around it, listen to my voice." The deep baritone was so unfamiliar and yet so memorable at the same time. The silky tone gave Draco something to focus on other than the mind blowing pain he was experiencing.

"AHH! Blaise-" It sounded weak, it sounded like the witch he had tortured last night and yet he could stop it. "Shh, Draco, breathe. Just breathe. Regulate your breathing or you could hypervenalate."It was true, he knew this was true…but it hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. It tortured him to even exist. How was he supposed to try to regulate his breathing while his body felt like it had been dipped in acid and crushed by a boulder at the same time?

'It'll only last an hour…sixty minutes…three thousand six hundred seconds…one hour…'

His body transforming and his Veela finally let loose of all its confines, all of it only lasted an hour. He could feel his bones shift snapping and reforming; and then his back started to burn as if it had been exposed to fiendfyre. It took every ounce of strength to raise his hand and give Blaise the signal. His caramel colored best friend nodded and quickly flipped him, producing a scream muffled by the pillow.

And then he felt it, pain triple what he was currently feeling as his back split open and a blood curdling scream ripped through Draco as his head was thrown back. Those are just the wings…just the wings… All at the same time his skull transformed, shifting into a more bird like appearance.

And finally blessed relief. The maddening pain had fled and left him with terrible aches that he could deal with. Shakily and awkwardly, Draco forced himself into some sort of upright position.

Blaise laughed so hard at the full view that he grabbed his sides and held onto the wall for support. Draco tried to scold him only it came out as a terrible high pitched screech, which only made Blaise laugh harder.

Ignoring his arse of a best friend Draco studied his hands, if that's what you could call them. They were elongated and the nails on the end were more like talons. His skin had taken on a whitish bluish tint and his feet had taken on the same features as his hands except bent. Looking down at his abdomen Draco found that he had gained more muscle and that his skin seemed….tightened? And then he was distracted by the best feature yet, his wings. At a span of many feet and currently made up of deceptively looking soft silver feather, they curled around him as if knowing he wanted to touch them. Rationally he knew that any, except he and Harry, who touched them would have their skin sliced, but his touch was still as much hesitant as it was reverent.

When his talon like fingers touched the silver feathers Draco shuddered, it was like touching something he had never felt before. There were no words to describe the luxurious feel, no fabric to compare them to…

"Ahem,"

Draco spun around, now standing and glaring at the intruder who dare sneak up on him. Instantly his sense of smell took in the smell of blood and chocolate. This was another creature…another creature in his nest! The edges of his vision tinted red and is by instinct his arms shot outwards. The blue fire that engulfed his hands was enough to distract Draco from the intruder and he lifted one arm up to observe the flames that licked along his hands, feeling like a caress.

"You need to change back now Draco, come morning you'll hardly be able to get out of bed." Molten silver eyes narrowed sharply back at the intruder. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew this creature was no threat but he couldn't squash the instincts that's were bombarding him. Nor could he stop the newest urge that cropped up, killing in any other thought like an Avada Kedavra.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

A thick hazy fog of pure unadulterated need overcame Draco. He needed Harry, he needed him now. Muscles protesting, Draco spun around and raced for the door, he could still hear the shouts from the protesting creature in his nest from the common room as if he were right beside him. Paying him no heed Draco slipped through the room and out the passageway easily. Sliding through the shadows and disappearing when oncoming strangers approached was as easy as breathing. Following the tug in his chest Draco ascended the stairs, easily able to see in the dark.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

His mate came into sight not a minute later and Draco pounced, crushing Harry into the wall. He let out a startled noise but Draco was already kissing and licking along the jugular, surrounding his mate in his scent. His saliva temporarily held a permanent mixture of his essence, the minute it touched Harry's skin Harry's scent would be permanently altered; he would now smell faintly of Draco as well. Every male creature would know he had been claimed. He was Draco's.

Hearing footsteps down the hallway to the left, Draco picked Harry up effortlessly and went into the nearest abandoned room, throwing pure and undiluted magic at the door to keep it sealed and soundproof. When he finished he turned, stalking Harry like prey. Harry backed up in confusion until he hit wall.

"D-Draco? Is that you?"

Draco continued to stalk forward, low screeches and guttural noises were all he was capable of making, not that he was trying. No there was one thing on his mind:

MINE!

"Draco?" His mate wasn't scared, there was no fear in his voice, and that made Draco purr in pleasure. His mate should never fear him.

The need to claim his mate was overwhelming and Draco felt his body shift partially once more as he closed in on Harry. His head and body returned to normal however his wings stayed and flared out as Draco crushed his lips to Harry's in a demanding kiss. He did not ask for entrance, just barged in and prodded Harry's to duel. His mate whimpered underneath him while wrapping his arms around Draco's neck and digging his fingers into his long hair and tugging roughly. This just spurred Draco on grabbing Harry's legs and pulling him up to wrap around him. He needed closeness, he need to be closer. With ease Draco ripped the shirt from Harry and waved his own away.

Harry gasped at the sudden air hitting his skin but the pair was soon cocooned within wings and Harry relished in the feel. Draco hadn't ever acted this way before but it turned Harry on to no end and he ground his hips against the taller blonde. Draco felt his mate grind against him and promptly carried him over to the teacher's desk. Harry laid back and Draco kissed down his throat, licking and nibbling down his chest until his tongue swirled around his nipple. He playfully bit it causing Harry to gasp in surprise and pleasure. The mating scent was thick and heady in the air and it made Draco's already hard member throb.

"P-Please Draco, I need..." He trailed off in a moan as Draco attacked his other nipple and his hands roamed over his body. "What my mate? What do you need?"

"T-touch me, please. Please." Draco was more than happy to oblige and he slipped off his mate's night pants. They were on the floor in seconds and Draco gripped Harry's member tightly, rubbing a thumb over the tip. Harry moaned and squirmed underneath him, hips lifting up for more friction. Draco growled and leant over, "I need you my mate," his voice distorted, "my love. I will have you."

"Yes! Oh gods yes!" Draco purred in approval as he continued to stroke Harry. He pulled him forward, his finger circling the hole that Draco would soon be ravishing. Whispering a lubrication spell Harry gasped at its coolness but was lost in the haze of ecstasy. He slid one finger in, eliciting another moan from the beautiful brunette under him. He slid in another finger and Harry whimpered. "Shh, my love it will hurt at first and then it will be so pleasurable you will forget anything other than my name." Draco bent and kissed Harry, distracting him with his mouth as he stretched Harry in preparation.

Finally he was ready and Draco lined up to Harry's hole and sheathed himself inside. It took every ounce of discipline but Draco kept still letting Harry get used to the feeling, while he almost came just from how tight and warm his mate was. This was bliss. Finally Harry rocked his hips, and Draco eagerly pulled almost completely out before slamming back in making him groan and Harry yell in pleasure. He smirked; he had found his prostrate in one try. Harry grabbed his hair and pulled him down to kiss him while Draco slammed into him fast and hard.

"OH GODS! DRACO!"

"Harder please, Draco HARDER!"

Draco had never felt anything close to this and he was dangerously close to climaxing so he grabbed Harry and started to fondle him as he pounded into him furiously, making him yell louder. Soon Draco couldn't handle anymore; from the mating scent to the chants and feel of his mate it was all too much, "Cum for me Harry." Draco demanded as he pounded furiously into Harry, "Cum all over my cock." Almost as soon as he spoke Harry came, clenching around Draco and Draco came, in an earth shattering orgasm.

The pair collapsed on the floor, surrounded by Draco's wings. Both boys were holding each other, breathing heavily and running their hands over the other. But after a minute or two Draco fully came to and, with the absence of primal urges and lust clouded needs, realized what had happened, what he had just done,.

"I-I'm sorry Harry." His mates head snapped up and tears were fast welling up. Draco could have cursed himself right then. "Was I not okay? Did I do something wrong?" Draco grabbed Harry and kissed him, pouring all his love into the kiss.

"No my love you were splendid, I'm just sorry about attacking you like that. You deserved to have a special first time." Harry smiled a lazy smile and rested his head against Draco's chest. "I don't want special I wanted that. That was...the way you practically pounced on me...Draco if you never do that again I'll rip your balls off. That was amazing…exhilarating and sexy. Please, do that as much as you want."

Draco laughed, pulling Harry closer and rubbing small circles on his back. "I love you Harry." It slipped from his lips before he even realized he was thinking it and froze, wondering what Harry's reaction would be. His mate lifted his head with a beaming smile and attacked his face, kissing every inch of it. "I love you too Draco, please don't ever leave me."

A growl erupted from Draco and he pulled Harry close, staring into his eyes. "I will never leave you my love. Like I said before I will love you with everything in me until the end of time."

xXx

The next morning had Draco smirking like he had just been crowned king of the world. Hestia and Flora had knowing smirks as they sat across from him while Blaise was too wrapped up in a conversation with Theodore Nott about the Potions essay that had been assigned. Draco glanced across the hall, spotting his mate looking thoroughly irritated as the mudblood was scolding him for something. As if feeling his gaze his lion looked over and flushed brightly with a big smile before covering and turning back to the harpy next to him. Draco turned back to Hestia so that he wouldn't kill the mudblood for daring to scold his mate.

"So Draco, how was your transformation?" He knew she knew, but indulged anyway.

"Painful, funny, amazing. I could not have asked for a better mate." Her bright smile made his smirk grow. "I knew you would enjoy him. Treasure him he really is special." Draco nodded, once again gazing at his mate. Even with his scowl at his friends his eyes glistened with happiness and his cheeks flushed.

Draco swept his gaze over the rest of the population noting nothing in particular. It was a normal day at Hogwarts, everyone was anxious for the Hogsmeade trip after breakfast. His gaze turned to the teachers table and had to stop the glare when he looked at Snape who was scowling as usual. Slughorn was merrily chatting with McGonagall, but Dumbledore...the old fool looked his age.. He an even more sickly gray color and his twinkle had faded. Draco's stomach clenched in anticipation, soon the fool would be gone. He felt like cackling, like shouting to the rooftops in joy. Oh how sweet watching him suffer would be.

Mail broke through Draco's inward celebration, his fierce looking eagle owl named Hades swooped in and landed with ease in front of him. Two letters were attached to his talons, one bearing the official Malfoy crest and the other bore the LeStrange crest. It wasn't the smartest of his aunt to use it, if intercepted he could be questioned about it but he also knew that she would never go against formality. Her pride simply wouldn't let her.

Draco opened his mother's first, tucking his aunt's in his pocket for later.

My Dearest Draco,

Today you have come into your inheritance and your father and I could not be more proud of you. You have developed into such a dashing young man and it both warms and breaks my heart. I love to see how great you have become, my son, and I am eager to see how you will continue to shine as you grow. However it breaks my heart that soon you will be mated, soon you will graduate, and soon you will step out from behind your father and make a name for yourself.

I have no doubt you are scouring the castle, trying desperately to find your mate. Remember, my Draco, that your mate will be family, no matter what name they bear nor what blood runs through their veins. I pray to the gods that you will not suffer the heartbreak or scandal of having a mudblood mate that is firmly encased by the old man, but we will make it work no matter what. If he/she is of lesser status please let me know as soon as possible so that I may prepare your father. You know how thick he can be, but you also know that he will come around.

The family anxiously awaits news of your mate, your grandmother Druella has even come from France. Some of our house guests have bets running on whom you shall mate with and it was very amusing to watch your father lose his temper when the Weasley boy and Granger girl were suggested. However, currently there are six names in the pool: Pansy Parkinson (I about cursed them for that one, the poor girl is really not worthy of the Malfoy name), Blaise Zabini, Flora Carrow, Gabriella Vaisey, and Theodore Nott. One mentioned Harry Potter in jest and the poor dear nearly lost his mind under your Grandmother's wand.

Either way, if it is Hermione Granger, or Pansy Parkinson, or Blaise Zabini we love you and your mate. Family first, my son. Do not be frightened to tell us, we will all be here to support you.

We eagerly await your reply,

Narcissa B. Malfoy

His grandmother was at the manor. They were making bets on who his mate would be. Draco took a deep, shaky breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm his frazzled nerves. In no way was he ashamed of Harry, his stunning raven haired, emerald eyed mate; however the initial response would be…horrendous. Possibly lethal if things were not explained immediately, which meant either the Dark Lord would have to host a last minute meeting with all involved or Draco would have to personally explain to each and every member what was happening.

As of right now he could do nothing except inform them of his mate. His lord would have to take care of the back lash because for them to understand they would need to know Draco's status as an elite, they would need to know all he has done to help…all of the things he could not put in a letter.

He could only begin to imagine the outrage and the fury, the mob that would form when they received his letter tonight. He only hoped that they listened instead of acting uninformed; Death Eaters were generally quick to curse now and ask questions later. Him being mated to the "Savior of the Light side" was a good way to get himself killed if they did not know the full story.