Blue Moon Sunday

By: Perpetual Thoughts and Meaning

My tiny legend

9000 The scene switcher, since this site has to be picky about what I use... -She glowers frustratingly at the administrators.-

Ah, on with the veela fic... -She shoots a pointed expression at the review button below.- Can you do me a favour and review? I want your opinions, because I don't believe I should write anymore…

I had to edit this again, because I just learnt fanfiction doesn't allow linking...

Please be aware that I meant the characters to seem a bit OOC in the start… Although I edited parts of this to keep the OOC outbursts to a minimum, expect there to be scenes… Perhaps I should stop entering each of my stories with someone talking… What do you think?

Commencing the prologue

" Mother," Draco Malfoy began almost angrily, "I did not want to attend the Mudblood lover convention, no matter how much I need to find my Mate…"

Narcissa Malfoy shook her head, causing her chocolate coloured curls caressing her son's pale face. Many believed she was in fact blond, when her family were mostly brunettes. She loved to highlight her hair blond to please the biased crowd, but Lucius on occasion said that he favoured Narcissa's coffee brown curls.

Narcissa was adjusting the black tuxedo on her son's shoulders, forcing him an almost mischievous smirk. Perhaps today, all her hard work would pay off, and her son could finally gain some emotion. She had already succeeded in melting the first icy barrier, now all she had to do was find the girl for him. It looked as if she needed to melt his prejudice of the Muggleborns, however… Narcissa did not mind Muggleborns, but she was wise in keeping her opinions to herself.

" You will just meet up with a few young women a not much older than you, Draco... As you know, with your Veela Inheritance coming into play, you need to find your Mate soon... Oh, and do not whisper a word of this to your Father; he would not want to know that I was helping you. As you know, he is the kind of man that does not like anyone to give help to you. I wish sometimes he would understand..."

Draco nodded curtly, choking back a bleak smile. Basically, he looked as if he was attending a wedding, with his boyishly short platinum hair framing his pale pointy face, his light silver eyes reflecting his very first emotion: bemusement. He did not exactly favour the black slacks and the 'manly' tuxedo his mum had chosen him. Overall, he felt comparable to a spruced-up penguin.

How ironic was it, to be half Veela and the other half a pure wizard, when he had assumed that he indeed was only of wizard heritage? He had reacted well and he had only vomited three times. He did not have any ideas on the subject of how he would know who his Mate was, or anything about Veelas at all. Damn, he knew he should have bought that Veelas for Dummies book!

What did she say about him meeting girls? Sure, he was aware of all her plans, for him and her were close friends, but what if these girls were not of proper heritage. Also, most of them would probably loathe him, because his appearance would not meet their expectations at all!

His skin was perfect and he never had to worry about pimples, but that was only due to his veela half. His wizard half affected him in no way at all, though he knew people called him narrow-minded behind his back. He was not anywhere near special, but he possessed a brilliant mind that challenged even the Mudblood Granger's intelligence. He knew how to lie, but he had not necessarily gained a backbone yet.

" Mother, is it too late to avert my decision?" he meet his mother's dark brown eyes by wandering his own light silver orbs around the mirror.

" Yes, but," she continued before Draco could protest, "I expect good things will come from this. In case you are wondering, (and I think you are,) these girls are of pure heritage. Will you try harder now than you were planning, Draco?"

" Yes, mother," the blond teen replied icily.

Narcissa and Draco shared a similar expression of triumph. Draco had his pureblooded ladies and she would attempt to break down the second barrier for that lucky Mate of his.


9000

Do not trip, now, Draco…

Draco mentally cursed himself as his foot nearly closed on his mother's long green dress robes, clenching his fists repeatedly, trying to somehow evaporate the forming sweat.

Smile at the pretty brunettes…

Oh, shut up, the pureblooded side of Draco stated.

Draco forced a thin smirk, which he hoped wasn't that appealing swallowing the hot vomit that claimed his equally thermal throat. These women meant nothing to him, but he noticed that every one was a brunette, and all had their thieving eyes set upon him. Draco pushed away the questioning voice that squeaked, why wouldn't they stop their staring? It makes me uncomfortable, as if I have something wrong with my garments-- DOES IT EVEN MATTER IF THEY WERE PROBABLY MADE BY MUGGLE HANDS?! WHAT DO YOU CARE, ANYWAY?!!

Draco grinded his teeth together, disgusted at the fact his clothes had been touched by someone beneath him. He felt his stomach quench and he knew that he would choke on his own vomit if he did not leave soon. The thought of his mother purposely presenting him to a batch of new girls every week just became clear in his mind.

He was relying on his mother! No Malfoy should ever do such a childish thing. It was as if he were a toddler again, begging his mother to aid him in his pre-wizarding schoolwork! No, he needed to find this girl on his own, not lean on his mother as if he could not look himself…

" Mother, may I be excused?" he whispered lowly, carefully masking his face to not reveal his disgust.

Narcissa's face revealed her momentary shock before lightening up. " You found her already, then?"

Draco did not possess enough brain cells to hide the vague expression he shot back his mother, which was companioned by the mere arch of a pale eyebrow. " May I be excused?" he repeated frostily, deciding that this would be the only way he would escape the room.

" Yes, go on… I understand that I have been pressuring you a bit," she replied, and then continued in a higher voice. "Girls, it seems as if none of you are candidates. Inform every batch after you to not attend either."

Draco remained silent as the new information sunk in his skull. He felt more connected with his mother than ever before. It was too bad she did not understand his pride valued more to him than his heritage.

Yes, that was it. He would search at school for this girl. It was not as if he had to, but he felt as if his future self would thank him later.

TBC...

Unlock the dedications and u2/3...

Jamie is grateful for you reading her work, since she has just abruptly matured and is now 13...

Veelas are very deceitful, in which you will figure and decipher very shortly, I can assure you…

Mudblood may just be a pet name from now until December. ;

I have a block on all my other stories... Forgive me! Also, how do you love my little structure? I think I'll switch back later...

337 u2/3 /0 4l!

I'm not dead... Well, not yet, anyway...

I started this story back in August and I felt the insane urge to edit it… I don't know why, but I just wanted to prove that I hadn't given up on writing, because it's impossible now. I'm busy editing, but expect the next chapter to be more than 4,000 words. I'm also rewriting chapter two and three, due to some suggestions on a site I posted the original version on… Why don't you look for it? It's at harrypotterfanfiction Just search for the penname DoomReaper and click the story titled 'Does Your Blood Boil?' Yes, I made the story a question back there, but I'm too lazy to change it all now, which is why I'm turning it over to you guys before I finally get off my arse and change it again…

Oh, and Jamie must remind you that she does not own these characters, and the simple fact that she does not have a brain extent to comprehend Death Eater Purebloods/Veela children such as Draco Malfoy… She also does not own the dark haired Hermione Granger.

Does your hair colour darken with age? Well, Hermione and I share that attribute… GO BAD GUYS AND GOODIES!!

Also, can you review all my chapters up? I'm still planning out the second chapter, but I want your opinions on this so I can have some encouragement that I'm doing the right format...

What I know about Veelas: they crave sexual things from their Mate, such as smell, taste, etc… They want their Mate more than anything else and are extremely possessive. They have strong senses; if their Mate is hurt, you can be positive that the veela will rush to her/his side and do whatever they can to help. If the veela catches another guy trying to flirt with their Mate, then they go into protective mode, screeching and will surely kill the person. However, if the veela sees that his Mate feels the same way about the person or appears that way he will be succumbed in grief and sadness. That's everything that I know, but I'm convinced that there is much more I need to learn.

Okay, I might be wrong...

PS… This is to my dear DeskJet 632C: I thought I burned you out five years ago! What the hell are you still doing on my desk, fucking up my assignments like no tomorrow? How DARE you break down on me when I've FINALLY downloaded WordPerfect and bought a new writing pad, you ruddy miniscule-- don't light up green that way and stop beeping, you piece of shit… Yes, I know I didn't need the Okage cheats, but could you give me a break?! I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO C&P BACK THEN! Also, if you are this old, then shouldn't you at least stop buggering me? Oh, I'm not the least sorry for the wire mix-ups OR the orange juice, because I was half awake at the time, because I HAD TO FIND THE SITE THAT HAD THE CODES ALL OVER AGAIN, YOU AGGRAVATING, RUDDY, IRRATIONAL, ARSENICAL-- Great, thank you, bitch… You made my brain blow… Wasn't I kind to you when I was eight at all? That was five years ago, if I recall, and you are a cheap arse 25 pound my type of money piece of shit, and next time, I'm gonna cake mud all over your hard drive! I hate you AND your bastard child, Lexmark Z23.

Where the name came from: in English, we were going over phrases, and "Once in a blue moon" popped into my mind when I was wondering what to name this story. Let me know right now if the title is becoming of the story, because I don't want to know when I'm halfway through it.