-It's been awhile eh? yup yup...and today you figure out what the fuck malfoy is going to be! And the chaos he wil bring to the school...

zeynel: I hope you like, I know Draco isn't going to be a veela and I know that you know, but some reviewers didn't seem to get the point... -.-;

nikkei: -.-* oi...he's NOT half veela...he's not even a sliver of veela...he becomes something better...oOoOoOoOo...hohoho..far better.... ^.^

asaroth69: I love your reviews as always, I'm good at making tension am I? Well I try...sometimes it doesn't always come out that way though... Oh, I think Harry will be able to..let off a little steam in a while...oh yeah..definately as for Pansy...I feel sorry for her now really...well actually I don't..but hey..that's me...and Draco won't be bothered that he hasn't fucked Harry before his transformation...after all...now it would just seem too...unimportant to him...heheh and I have a new species that I didn't put up for you all to know about because then it would've been so obvious...c 'mon...I don't like to give away the surprise...

To Posses the Light

Chapter 9: And the Dark Shall Rule

He didn't understand it, he didn't get what was happening to him- not at all... after mentally 'yelling' at Parkinson, Granger, Zabini, the Weasely Twins, Cho Chang, and a few other students for 'touching or talking' to people that he didn't want them to- as if he'd bloody cared if they did anything- he didn't own the bastards anyway- like it mattered really.

But still...he couldn't deny the sense of growing ownership over them...as if he now owned them...forever...

Classes were long over for the day, and he was currently sitting in the Slytherin common room, surrounded by all of Slytherin house as they hung up streamers and brought in food and drink for the party they were going to throw at midnight- when he became veela- but what they didn't know- was that he knew he wasn't going to be a veela...but something else...something more...powerful...

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"So Draco, do you think I should wear the leather mini skirt with matching top or the one piece black dress with the hip-length slit up each side?"

"Neither, the leather shorts with the vinyl tube-top would look better..." Draco spoke without thinking, his mind had been focused on the swirling mass of extra testosterone swimming inside his head...along with other disturbing notions and vivd images of bondage play, these ones in use without the usual safety word for the ever faithful sub...

What the fuck was going on in his head? Sure he bloody well didn't mind the enlarged physique and amazing extra dose of power, but still...this other side that Draco had was becoming more prominent . . . sure he'd always been a little too dominant in his past time . . . and had brief fantasies of such bondage dom/sub play...but they had always been in the backround of his mind . . . so why were they coming to the front now?

The party was well under way, everyone dressed in tight black leather clothes, skimpy tops and skirts. The music was dark and enchanting, as it always tended to be; moving the fray of slytherins onto the makeshift dancefloor, there bodies swaying to the beat just below the tantalising surface of the hauntingly cryptic tunes...

He sat in the darkest corner of the common room, uninterested by the display of grinding flesh and sweating bodies...he sat in one of his favorite leather plush chairs, the low-to-the-ground ones... a half empty bottle of 'Veela's Blood' in his right hand....

Veela's Blood, a very strong liquor actually, it was illegal to drink it until you were at least thirtyone and you could not drink it after the age of fourty three because of its intensive potency. It not only got you beyond the legal limit of intoxication with one bottle, it made you hallucinate like fuck...the last time he'd had one he saw a very vivid image of the gryffindor trio naked and having an orgy...on his lap.

So it left little to the imagination of what else one might hallucinate about under the influence of Veela's Blood.

"Draco! It's only a minute until you become a veela!" someone shouted as they all gathered around him, watching with bated breath, the music forgotten.

He turned his gaze to the clock... 11:59 ...hmm...so he did have a minute left of living the life of a normal wizard boy with deatheaters for parents...joy.

"10..."

Oh great...they took up a count down for me...bloody friggin' geniuses we have in this house don't we?

"9..."

That's it, I'm going to my room... Draco thought as he stood up.

"8...7...6..."

He shoved his way through the other slytherins that only backed up and circled around him, giving him about a foot of space on all sides.

"5...4..."

Damn hufflepuffs...the lot of you...

"3..."

Oh fuck...what is this...Draco thought as his eyes began to cloud over, he stopped in his tracks; the bottle of alcohol slipping from between his fingers...

"2...!"

Everything was burning, his muscles were on fire, everything was alive and screaming in pain; his eyesight clouded with a pink film of blood...

"1...!"

Draco gave a cry of pain as he fell to the ground, as if struck from above. His body arched skywards, his limbs spread-eagle around him; pain seared his chest as his head smacked the ground.

A collective gasp ran around the crowd as they fell backwards, knocked off there feet from the sudden push of a newborn aura, the sheer intensity of it choaking them, forcing there smaller, weaker auras backwards to form a thin, second skin against there bodies.

A flash of light and the crowd was freed from there prison, there breaths returning gratefully, there auras slowly reforming.

"What...was that?" Zabini questioned, sitting up on his elbows.

"That," spoke an eerily calm voice, "Was my awakening."

Everyone turned wary eyes onto the now standing Draco Malfoy.

He seemed oblivious to there grouped gazes of fear, awe, wary, and surprised looks as he dusted off a piece of nonexistant lint from his ebony silk shirt. They were trying to take a closer look at his shadowed figure, but they could not, for he did not allow them to, yet.

But should they gaze upon him now, they would see him standing in the middle of a bunch of mystified slytherins; garbed in black leather pants, an open, airy-black blouse, revealing a span of taut, abnormaly pale, muscled flesh. Then to gaze upon his face, they would find ragged silver-blonde hair, free of its once gelled confines, then the once boyish set of his cheekbones, jaw, and chin- no more, having taken on a more masculine and sensual appeal. And finally to lay gaze to his eyes, they would find a startling bright silver, the vague, grayish blue having been slaughtered in his change; instead taking on the truest silver...

But no longer would he be ever so vain towards his features anymore, for he would remain this way, unchanged, for the rest of time.

Aside from his new features, it was high time to claim what was rightfully his from the start...

"D-Draco...?" a shaky, female voice inquired from behind him.

"Ah...Pansy Parkinson," Draco spoke thoughtfully, turning to face the shaking female; sure, pug-face she looked now...but when she matured...she would be a lovely, wanton thing...

"Y-Yes...Draco?" she answered softly, head bowed like the good little slave she soon would be.

Without acknowledging her words, Draco leant down, grasping her hair with one hand, pulling it slowly to one side, forcing her to bare her neck to him.

Moving closer he pressed his lips against her neck, listening to the increased tempo of her heartbeat...parting his lips and opening his mouth, Draco bit down upon Pansy's naked flesh, adding more pressure until he felt the familiar tear of flesh.

A cry tore from her throat, a cry of pain.

Releasing the startled girl, Draco then stared at the set of teeth marks that adorned Parkinson's flesh, watching in sick fascination as the blood oozed from the wound. But almost immediately the wound faded away, leaving only dried blood behind...

He wiped the dry blood away, smiling down at the symbol left in its wake...a symbol...of his ownership...

Ignoring the bitch's tears, Draco grabbed Pansy by the chin and forced her to look at him, "Pansy...*my* Pansy, you belong to me now..." he finished with a smirk, shoving her away from him, "And that means your legs stay closed unless *I* say so, got it?"

Without waiting for an answer he turned around and grabbed Blaise Zabini by the neck, pulling him closer.

"W-What are you doing- Draco?" Zabini spoke, a trill of fear creeping into his voice...

"Taking what's mine Blaise..and you are mine." he answered coldly, grabbing the nape of Zabini's neck and yanking it backwards, pleased with the yelp of pain he got in response.

He then repeated the same process he had with Pansy, wiping away the crusted blood, pleased when the same symbol of ownership appeared on Zabini's flesh.

Releasing the fearful Blaise, Draco turned towards his room, with all intentins of getting a good night's sleep...for tomorrow...he'd need it.

"Oh and Blaise..." Draco spoke, pausing at the foot of the staircase, "Keep your dick in your pants...you wouldn't want it to suddenly become...detached...would you?"

Pleased with the tense silence, Draco continued his way downstairs, headed for his private room...

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"Yes, get young Proffessor Flitwick working on those talismans immediately, we need them as soon as possible-!" Minerva spoke hurriedly as she rushed down the hall, preparing to make a few dozen herself, for the safety of the students and staff were now at risk...

"Right away Minerva," Poppy returned, turning down an opposite hallway, headed for the charms proffessor...

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"So," Snape commented to himself, swirling a dark red liquid in a vial, holding it up to the light, "We have a newborn *Domic on our hands do we? Well..." he paused, dumping the liquid into a beaker of light green liquid, watching as it swirled into a dark, sickly purple color, "The genetic makeup could not have chosen a more better host than Draco Malfoy...could it...?"

For the first time in years, Severus Snape smiled, a smile of happiness...

-r/r people...it should get better from here on out since I got over the whole 'wizard maturity' bit of Draco's transformation...

*Domic: Dominant Mimic

a creature of superior authority incapable of ever being forced into submission, capable of mimicing any species of it's chosing in order to dominate and own any creature that has struck it's fancy; in order to enlarge it's harem/pack/tribe/number of slaves...