DISCLAMER! I do not own anything! All credits go to JK Rowling. Without further delay I hope you enjoy!
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As Draco Malfoy at nine years old sat on a plush, green chair in the Manor's library he experienced something unexpected - His first wave.
"Mother! I'm on fire! Help!" Draco screamed as he slumped out of the chair.
He curled into himself tightly dug his nails into his thin sides, shaking. He rubbed forehead against the floor as he sobbed. It felt as if something was tearing at his heart and had his body a light in flames. He screamed his voice throat raw, his screams eventually turning into painful croaks. What seemed like hours later (which was only a few minutes) Narssica Malfoy burst into the library. The frightened mother cupped her son's sweaty, pale face in her hands. She was still dressed elegantly in the clothes she had worn shopping, as she had just returned, only to hear her child crying out for her. She cursed the house elves, who had not felt needed as they weren't being called.
"Dragon... Dragon it's going to be okay. You will be okay" She soothed, rubbing her hands on the side of Draco's face as he whimpered.
"M-Mother I'm on fire" he choked out weakly, his throat raw.
"No you are finding a mate. You are a veela my Dragon. It's going to be a okay" Narssica smied sadly at the boy in pain as she remembered her fist wave when she was ten, nearing eleven.
"A veela?" Draco whispered, confused.
He had heard his parents say the word and the girl from his favorite book was one but him? He was a normal wizard like Pansy and Blaise. Right? He shook his head in his mother hands and whimped out a half 'no' before he started coughing.
"Yes. You are a veela. Just like Lèonie from your favorite story remember? Lèo had a first wave just like you." 'Well not exactly though,' she thought 'it's always written to be less painful in the books,' but kept her mouth shut for her son.
Draco didn't know if he belived her, "Really? Are you sure?"
She chuckled and nodded at him, making him smile shyly before screaming again Mrs. Malfoy pulled her son closer for two reasons; first the pain had slamned again making him wheeze and shudder and second? She couldn't let him see her cry and see how much this was taring her up inside. Her little veela had come into his first wave earlier than she had ever heard of showing, just how strong him and his mate would be. That was surley good in the long run, but his body was weaker than most to begin with. He hadn't even known this would happen at all as she didn't have she chance to warn him.
The woman shook her head and tucked her chin to kiss the top of his head. 'I should have known' she scolded herself, 'he had been sick for weeks. He's always been a sickly child but I should have known.' As Draco curled more into his mother's chest she sighed and stroked his white-blond hair. It would be only minutes or maybe even less before the final tare happed.
"Okay you have to listen," She whispered, pulling back to look at his face, "There is going to be a hard pull in a little bit okay? It's not going to hurt a lot."
No it is not okay! he thought, but nodded anyways. It was hurting her and she couldn't hide it from him. Not enough. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nessled his head in the expensive, crimson fabrics that surely had been soiled with his tears. The awkward position was only made worse by the grey dress vest and pants he was wearing and the slytherin green long sleave. He still could bearly wrap his head around the veela thing so he lifted his head to ask another question. Intead of a question, however, a scream rilped through his throat, startteling his mother.
'Liar!' he thought. This was easily the worst pain he could imagne times six! Draco writhed, screamed and shouted in his mothers arms as he cried in pain, tears streaming down his red cheeks. It felt as if soneone was trying to rip his whole being from him as someone was carving out his heart. His thoughts were jumbled so much he couldn't tell what he was thinking. Then there was a searing pain as if he was being branded like the cattel in Lèo's story. Draco could feel nothing but pain and Mrs. Malfoy's tight embrace.
And then the pain stopped.
Many things happned at once after this. Draco cried out once in releif and slumped down, as he was all but unconsious. At the same time, Narccisa Malfoy began scrambling to see his mark. She pushed down his collar and was suprised at what she saw. All Veela got a mark after their first wave of their mates initials. It would stay until their mate's soul excepted the other's, meaning it was a gamble on how long it would take.
Her son's mate apparently hadn't taken long at all. It was very unusual for it to begin fading so quickly, once again alluding to an extremly strong bond. The first letter had already faded by the time the mark was found, only leaving a fastly fading 'P.' behind. 'Parkinson?' she thought. Before she could look closer the angry, red, spot, however, it smoothed completly, leaving no evidence.
Draco Malfoy's mate had been chosen.
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