Disclaimer: I DO NOT own harry potter, anything that is recognized from the books by JKR or the movies is used with no profit to me and no intentional plagiarism. Anything that seems like something from another author's fanfiction is purely coincidental. Again, I am making no money off of this.

Disclaimer 2: This will contain SLASH, meaning male/male and female/female pairings, but not for sometime. If you don't like, don't read, it's as simple as that.

A/N: please read and review!

Chapter 1: just another summer

Spiders crawled on the ceiling of a dark cupboard. Webs decorated the corners, along with crammed in shelves full of scavenged toys, like broken crayons, crumpled papers, and disfigured action figures.

This was the room of a boy. One who was thrown a destiny he didn't want, one who was left to a family that didn't want anything to do with him.

A scrawny, thin boy lay on his cot, looking at the spiderwebs at the top of his room. If it could even be called a room. It was really only a cupboard. His messy black hair was down, reaching almost his shoulders, and his brilliant, emerald green eyes glowed in the dark room.

Harry Potter was no one special. That is, at the Dursleys he was no one special. But in the wizarding world, he was someone special. More than special if you knew his secret, but no one did.

All summer, Harry had been forbidden to leave his room. Normally he wouldn't mind that, but with his new...problem, it was a little bit frustrating. I mean, The cupboard under the stairs had nowhere for him to stretch his wings.

Yes. You heard me right. Wings. Wings. Wings.

See, Harry had his inheritance, so he got the lovely trait of being bound to someone he would have to be loyal to. He was part dragon, making him have a life mate, so he would be stuck with someone or other eventually.

Through a grand window the moon shone its light onto expensive furniture, as only the best would do in this household. The silver mirrors and magic desks were just about the cheapest items in the room, at about 50,000 galleons each. From the fortune they had though, this was like one cent out of a million dollars.

A pale, slender boy sat on the edge of his bed, staring out the window at the moon. His hair was silver blond, glowing in the moonlight, and his eyes were liquid silver with lightning flashing every time the light caught them.

Draco Malfoy was special by most standards, he was a pureblood, rich, and a Malfoy, but that was average in his mind.

No, what made him special was that Malfoys always got the magical creature mate, and 6th year was the year that any fellow students at Hogwarts who had one would get theirs.

He couldn't wait to see who would be endlessly devoted to him. No one cared if he was bound to a boy or girl, as long as they were magical.

He couldn't wait.

TBC