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Kingdom Come 3/ ?
By: PeachDancer82
Pairing: HP/DM, others
Rating: R (This is done b/c the later chapters will definitely earn it)
Warning: THIS WILL BE SLASH so if you have a problem with it, don't blame me latter because you are being forewarned. Flames will go into the fireplace.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and places belong to J.K. Rowling. Scholastic, Warner Bros, and all of that other legal jive. Please don't sue I'm broke, really I am! However if I could I take Draco and lock him up so I could totally ravish him. However as it is I can't so…
Summary: The same day as chapters one and two. Once again this is Draco's POV This is just more insight into Draco and the Veela's backround.and a little of the plot set-up. Just a reminder: After chapter four the points of view will merge. That's when the really good stuff happens *grinning*
A/N:. I know its been like a month since I've updated but you wouldn't believe what RL is like right now anyway thanks to those who sent me emails it really made me get on the ball. I've had this chap finished since last month I just need to tweak it and I'm long-winded and a perfectionist so…hence the long delay. But I have two more chap finished so hopefully there won't be anymore long delays. And to last chapters reviewers: OMG! Thanks. Individual responses are at the end. Just to point out that I'm American so I going to have Americanized metric conversions. I'm sorry if that's going to throw some people off, I honestly don't understand the Metric system (I know sad isn't it) so I couldn't even begin to convert the numbers. Once again sorry, but I'm sure you'll catch the gist of it anyhow
As the two Royals swept regally into the room, a hush had descended and the small crowed that was gathered in the hall bowed. Draconis surveyed the room as they passed through the foyer into main chamber. No matter how many times he came into the Great Hall , which was adequately named the Cella de Venustas, to attended a formal meeting, the sight never ceased to amaze the prince. The Great Hall itself had a regal air, with 15,000sq ft of sprawling highly polished gray marble floors, and 20 ft high ceilings coated in off white staccato with gold ornate trimming, the sight was truly breathtaking.
When one looked up, and overcame the awe, it immediately came to attention that the ceiling depicted important emblems of the country. There were four concentrated areas of detail on the ceiling. In each of the four 10 x 10 blocks, sectioned off in recessed crown molding, there was the display of the House's coat of arms. The very center the ceiling took on the shape of a dome and was made of glass, which itself took up a third of the space. The surrounding walls had various murals that depicted a sundry of Venitian historical events all inlaid in colorful mosaic tiles and in between each of the scenes was a open arched window. There were upholstered benches along these walls for the populace of assorted gathers to await audience with the Queen and King.
Narccisa and Draco glided down the red carpet that was situated down the center of the room, passing the present patrons that uttered "your majesty" in a whispered chorus. When they came upon the thrones Narcissa dropped a graceful curtsey while Draco made a sweeping bow and intoned "La snamo pon le ninsimosa" (1) Then formal greeting that was bestowed upon a royal giving audience.
"Pa tu la sanam (2), the queen said in response. As all royalty the queen had an air of importance as she set upon the golden dais that served as her throne. To her right sat the King on an identical seat. They both wore the formal style robes similar to Draconis and Narcissia, the one exception was the sea blue sash that draped diagonal across their bodies decorated with medals that identified their station along with crowns of diamond incrusted silver leaves. "Rise my children."
Ignoring the council as they had stepped aside when the Crown Princess walked in, Narcissia began to speak. "Muma, You wanted to see Draconis," gesturing to her son, who had dropped familiarities and was making his way up the steps to the podium he came upon his grandfather and gave him a hug.
"How are you doing Patu," Draconis said with a smile.
"Draconis, my boy, exciting day, eh?" King Pramone said as he pat his godson on the shoulder. "Are you nervous?"
"Of course he's not," Queen Naditila laughingly said
"Nanu," he bent down and gave her a hug, "you flatter me." Draconis kissed her on the check, "but I must say I do have a few butterflies in my stomach."
"Nonsense my by you'll do find, you are more than worthy, besides you're a first house veela…, "she rebutted hauntingly, with an inherent air of importance
"I know, Nanu, I'm from the house of Sorona, and the goddess always watches her daughter's house," he said rolling his eyes as he finished her statement. Looking imploringly at his grandfather, who was chuckling at his wife's over enthusiastic manner
"Yes, well" she sniffed, "you do best to remember it to,".
Chuckling to himself Draco motioned to one of the servants who hurried to the podium with a smaller dais and placed it to the left of the King. He then sat down in his place lazily swinging his leg over the side as he slumped back.
"Sissy dear, how goes all?" The king turned to his daughter. Narcissia had stepped up onto the platform after her son bent down and kissed her father' cheek.
"All is well Da." Shifting to the left she bent down to kiss her mother's check intoning, "Muma."
"Narcissia," reciprocating the kiss Naditla asked "and where is your mate?"
"He's gone to visit his mother's family, he'll probably be around to see you later, he sends his regards of course"
"Of course he does, and how fairs the wizarding world?"
"As good as to be expected after the war…of course Lucius is extremely busy with the legal department."
"Hmm". Not wanting to say anything more and have her latest feeling toward the Malfoy be betrayed.
All the while Draco and his grandfather were listening amusedly. They knew how the Queen felt toward the elder Malfoy and his previous engagements concerning his loyalties.
"Well the tailor has his robes done and need to do some final touches, you'll let him know he needs call for the haberdasher as soon as possible...
"Oh course Mamu"
"Specking of which the baker needs you to…"
Draco then began to listen halfheartedly as Naditla and Narcissia, who had regally placed herself on her appointed throne to the left of the Queen, begin to converse about the ceremony and the last minute details. Silently surveying the Great hall once more he let his eyes roam over to where the council sat. He found his eyes locked with a pair of silver eyes, sneering slightly Draco gave Rolin a full on glare. Draco smirked as his competitor seemingly backed down and broke eye contact. Remembering what his parents had said outside he merely shook his head and continued to gaze about, falling deeper into his own thoughts.
Despite what he had said to his grandparents he was really nervous about tonight. Although he knew what he was to do he couldn't help but feel a bit tense. Not only about the ceremony, but also for what it all entailed and represented. He would be a full fledged Veela, completely endowed, worse of all he'd be highly magnetic to non-veelas, which meant all of Hogwarts, he'd have to bond fast or else he'd never come out of his seventh year unscathed. He wondered how his parents did it? Well they probably already knew who their mate was. His father did say that even though dormant, his veela senses knew his potential mate and on a subconscious level he probably had already identified his mate.
It must be deeply subconscious because he had no clue. He'd been with a couple of people over the years but they were always just flings. Merely his human hormones seeking release. Obviously they never meant anything. Trying to think about everyone he knew and what their potential or being his mate were, he though about his friends here in Velciara first. He didn't have many since he rarely socialized with most of the younger veela, his going to Hogwarts limited interaction greatly. Mainly he conversed with the other nobles seeing as how they were also always in attendance at the state functions.
Makelia, one of the younger girls from the third house was a close friend. Her father was the main speaker in the Lower Congress, part of the legislative branch, and the brother of the third house councilman. She was rather quiet and studious she reminded him of Granger a little bit. NO definitely not her. Now her twin, Maliha, nothing like her sister, was vivacious and sly, stood a chance though he guessed but he really never felt any pull before, he'd have to see.
Pagas, she was a little older, 22 and even though she was five yeas into her inheritance she still hadn't bonded. Being the youngest member on the council had to be hard. Being the heiress of the second house deftly had its pitfalls. But really she was more of a sister to him. They had consorted during the Beltaine festival last summer and decided that they'd keep it strictly plutonic.
All Veela were naturally bisexual so he included his male friends as well. Prome, his age and Delion, 18 two of the sons of the elected plebian representative to the council were really cool, even if they weren't of Nobel blood. However, he just couldn't see either of them as mates. The only other person he even hung out with was his cousin Mikil, his grandmother, Datoria sister's son and that was definitely not a possibility.
All his friends, excluding Prome and Delion, were to be his accolades during the ceremony, were the only ones he could think of. Since he never felt even the slightest pull towards any of them and with two who were already endowed and having never made a move to him either, he had no clue about the Veelas.
Still gazing about the Great Hall, Draco noticed His grandfather had gone to stand amidst the council members. He was presently engrossed in a hushed conversation to the side with Rolin Par Gibbs as the other council members listened on. Looking a little worse for ware seeing as they had been in session for the past two hours and it was still early.
"…well if we could have a vote and wrap this meeting up we can adjourn." Rolin was saying impatiently.
"Mr. Par Gibbs, I'm sure you're anxious to pass on the bill to the lower congress," the king placidly said, however you putting forth a major issue and your fellow councilmen might need to ponder all the angles." He then looked at each of the council members in turn.
Pagas all but jumped in agreement, "Yes, Tonight's the Prince's Barocc, and I for one have a lot on my mind right now," looking to the other council members for their affirmation
"Yes Rolin," Sonomas Montage, chief councilman stated warily as he rubbed his temples in a show of slight frustration, "Withdrawing from the greater magical community is a big decision we all need time. Be sides we will send word to our representative at the wizard's ministry and gather some more information. Besides you know a Royal Barocc day is sort of a holiday after all, we would be in a better mind to enact such a profound motion. later.
"I merely think we should act swiftly," Rolin pushed, "a lot of unrest is currently undeway…"
Ketil, Prome and Delion's father interrupted annoyed, "We're merely asking for time to ponder all the ramifications such a motion would…"
"There's not much to ponder," Rolin growled at Ketil, he hated to be interrupted, " The Veela people have paid their dues…" Draco tuned out the rest of the conversation. That's why he couldn't stand Rolin the man never new how to let things go. Everything was like a war for him. Shaking his head and sighing, he'd never under stand the Veela strain of warriors, they were almost another species in his opinion. The Passion that was deeply embedded into the genetics of Veelas somehow was wired differently and they became fiercely protective of the kingdom.
Being a student of the Arts of Love himself his passion went into the more sensual areas of life. Smiling to himself he looked over to his Mother and Grandmother, who were still talking about preparations and the like. He ignored them and he continued to think about finding his mate
Thinking about he possibility that his mate could be of non-veela blood he began to think about his friends at school.. Pansy, dated her, nope. Blaise…he was a good lay but they were friends, only once cashing in on a mutual sexual favor. Crabbe, urg! Goyle…Hell no! They're really loyal friends but on aesthetic level they left much to be desired in his opinion. Besides they were betrothed already to Tracy Davis and Simone Greengrass so they seemed likely out of the picture as well. That just left Millicent and he had strong feelings about the question of her sexuality, and Terence Nott, who he had a fling with once, but there wasn't any deep connection. Who else could there be?
"Draconis!"
Brought out of his thoughts by his mother's voice he turned towards her,"Yes?"
"Fix yourself" she stated disappointedly with furrowed brows, referring to his lax posture. Quickly arranging himself in a more appropriate manner he smiled sheepishly.
Winking at the prince at his mother's uptightness Naditla offered her blessing, "Draconis, my dear, I'm so proud of you, after this you'll be officially inducted you realize." Looking pointedly at her grandson, "And you'll start having to participate in more royal functions, you and your mate that is," she said slyly.
Sometimes his grandmother could have such corny subtly one had to humor her.
Wanting to roll his eyes, "Nanu don't worry I will not abandoned my duties to you"
"I know, I know, what you being a Malfoy and all one never knows," she responded with a shrug of the shoulders
"Nanu!"
"What, I was merely stating that you have certain duties in the wizarding world , that's all." She replied innocently.
Getting up chuckling Draco replied, "Yea yea," planting a kiss on her forehead, "I'm going to central." With that Draco sauntered out a side door that led to the Palace prime.
The light slap of Draco's sandals could be heard echoing off the marbled floors throughout the deserted hall as Draco broke into a run. Flying through the halls like a bat out of Hades, passing doors that led to various parts of the palace, windows that overlooked the primary courtyard, Portraits that tutted at his unseemly behavior and halls that lead deeper into the royal residence. He had promised the twins, Prome and Delion he'd meet them in central before noon. Skidding around a corner he narrowly missed one of the maids as the linen she was levitating suddenly dropped when he ran past her. As he apologized profusely stopping only moments to wave his hand at the towels righting the mess and continued to run the length of the palace.
It was his last day free as un-inherited veela. After his Barocc, this evening, he was going to be expected to conduct tedious formal meetings, attend even more tiresome banquets, and make appearances at all sorts of irksome functions. Generally be board stiff and take his place officially as a member of the royal house. He wanted to enjoy his last hours of freedom with his friends, and he was late!
Finally coming upon a set of gold inlaid wooden doors Draco stop to compose himself. He righted his garments and raked his fingers through his wind blown hair in an attempt to come off a little more presentable. After all he was a prince. Catching his breath, he took out his wand, the ministry having no authority in Velciara, he transfigured his formal tunic into more appropriate attire. The fashion among the veeli was simplistic and sensual. His rather heavy royal tunic with its cape became a thin tunic that was the same length as his formal one but had large slits were the arms went allowing the fabric to give and its only adornment was the golden belt around his waist that identified his rank. His golden sandals were standard so he didn't bother, he just charmed the royal crest off the ankle. As much as he liked to flaunt his wealth and status at Hogwarts he wasn't as keen as rubbing it in when he was among the veelas, this was his home.
Finally satisfied with his appearance he pushed open the doors that were the side entrance to the palace and stepped out into the sun. Nodding cordially at the guards that were posted at the entrance Draco made his way through the crowed of veela that were busily going about the days rituals. Velciara was an continues erogenous zone for the senses everything that was done was done with a passion, so inhaling deeply the prince allowed the aurora of Velciara surround him. Of all places in the entire kingdom this was with out a doubt Draco's favorite place. Central was THE place to be
No matter what age or status one was everyone and everything happened here. In the center of Velciara all gathered to barter goods, exchange services and socialize. It was an open-air marketplace. The outer edges were sectioned off by numerous buildings that served as shops, galleries, or flats. This was also where many of the kingdom's officials had offices to conduct their business with the public. The space between the buildings served as a courtyard, where the open-air market was held on a daily bass. Every morning the cart keepers would set up their assorted goods and advertise their merchandise for sale. It also was a place where many of the veeli gathered to hang out. There were a sundry of entertaining venues to browse and participate in. One of the buildings housed the main theater and several pub like venues were also attainable. There was an outdoor amphitheater where many times lectures, announcements and voting took place. It was adeptly named central for it was he center of the kingdom in the body and soul. of the people
The smell of fresh baked lanola bread, one of the many ambrosia-based delicacies that the veela palates relied on, was wafting along the morning breeze and the sent was mixed with the aromas of spices and dew. He could hear the cords of various musical instruments being played in the distance. The harps of the temple playing the morning hymns The sounds of drums, pounding a pulse racing beat that could've aroused the debts of ones soul, piqued Draco's interest. Draco strained to hear where it was coming from as he looked about he noticed people walking hurriedly just in front of him where Draco figured the drums were playing.
Curious as to what was going on Draco quickened his steps, trying not to embarrass himself by sprinting through the crowed. It definitely would have been unseemly. He could almost taste the excitement around him as the pounding of the drums got louder as he hurried passed various shops and carts. He nearly knocked of over another woman caring vegetables, when tore around a corner in his haste to find the source of the music Suddenly beat of the drums quickened, and utterly embarrassed at his apparent clumsiness, for the second time that day, Throwing a apologetically charming smile over his shoulder in pittance at the affronted veela, Draco turned and finally dashed down the alleyway. The Woman just shook her head at the prince, the darling of the kingdom, no one could begrudge the royal veeli.
As Draco sprinted through the short, shadowed alleyway the flairs of Celtic horns started to blast along with the drums, Draco's pulse quickened as he burst into the sunlit courtyard of one of central's side squares. There, in the midst of a modest sized crowed, was a band of musicians playing an upbeat composition of veela traditional music. Veela music, like everything about them, was passion filled and high energy. It got the blood pumping. Its tone and quality has a sound that could be classified as an African-Celtic mix, with drums, Irish sounding horns, flutes and a slightly different versions of the bagpipes. Veela music could only be described as seductively magical, and Draco loved every bar of it.
Beaming at the sight of the musicians and dancers that were before him Draco stopped his fast pace and leisurely picked his way through the cowed trying to get to the heart of the action. Once he got to the front of the crowed Draco noticed that the musicians were the troupe from the second square theater, one of the two theater troupes that played in Velceria. The other theater was a more traditional form of entertainment were the older veela went, where as The Second Square Theater catered mainly to the younger generations of veela, or veeli the were sometimes called, there by on the cutting edge of pop culture in the kingdom.
Draco found himself being caught up with the music as he felt it's pull on his senses, the music's magic intertwining with his and coursing through his very veins. Helpless at stopping, his body as it began to sway to the music along with all the spectators around him Draco let the feeling takeover closing his eyes as he cords washed over him.
Feeling a jerk on his arm Draco opened his eyes and found himself staring into an identical set of silver, however unlike his blue speckled ones the ones in front of him had violet specks. Grinning Draco pulled the veela into a hug and placed a kiss on the cheek by way of greeting "Maliha, Et tu lamona"
"Lamon ma yu, Draco" Mialiha answered," Come let's dance" With that she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the throng of dancers that were fully dancing, It was one of the traditional sensuous dances but with the new-generation beat the dance became highly more erotic and fun. Draco, only protesting once at the treatment, was fully caught up in moments. He let his body sway and swing with each cord and strain. Closing his eyes he let his magic fully merge with the other dancers for the melded magic produced aphrodisiacs and brought the dance to new heights.
The drums were pounding louader now as the magical bagpipes and flutes joined the revelry. The musicians and dancers melded as one and the music became part of them. Gyrating and jumping in time with each note Draco noticed that the crowed around him and the other dancers were fully enthralled as some older veela had come to see what the new music was about. After about seven minutes the song ended and Draco was flushed and gleaming with exertion as where the other dancers coming down from the high he noticed the audience was applauding the show.
Looking over at Maliha who like the other dancers were flushed with an eternal sheen of sweat glazed over her body, Draco smirked wickedly at his friend, " Man that was intense."
"No kidding," she answered flipping her silver white hair out of her face panting slightly,
"I hope the band at celebration is half as good."
"They will be I bribed Nanu into letting the second square musicians perform"
"Draconis! That's brilliant," The silver hared prince cringed inwardly at his formal name
"Yes well, I am brilliant after all."
"And conceited to boot" Rolling her eyes at the prince's smugness.
Patting his friend on her shoulder "Well no need to be jealous"
Not getting her retort in because the band had started up again Maliha found her self being dragged closer to the musicians as Draco forced his way through the crowed of dancers trying to get as close as possible. The opening notes swelled and once again the prince found himself caught up in he tide music magic overwhelming his senses.
Gyrating unabashedly in time with the music and feeling very alive, the rest of the afternoon flew past in a blur of euphony and bliss only stopping to catch breaths in-between pieces. At some point the crowed of dancers had grown thicker and Draco realized that Prome, Delion and Makelia had joined them. The teens danced well into the afternoon and loving ever minute of it Draco found himself conveniently forgetting his worries over the nights procession and let his veela passion surge.
Having forgotten lunch, the four veeli were ravenous when one of the musicians said they were going to play one last number. Amongst the protests of the crowed, Draco beckoned his friends to follow him as he picked his way back through the dancers to the edge of the crowed. Once at a safe hearing distance from the once again beating drums the three veeli expectantly looked at Draco. "Let's go to that café that's close to the palace," Draco said as he raked his fingers through his sweaty hair, "I have to meet with my parents before the ceremony and I could eat a hippogriff I'm so hungry."
"Alright," Delion agreed as he was fixing his long silver tresses back into a ponytail, " I have something to tell you guys too and I think I'll be less nervous without an empty stomach." Draco noticed Prome and his brother exchange a look as they all started walking back through the alleyway to the main square, He quirked an eyebrow up at the twins. Having noticed the look too, they shrugged their shoulders looking just a confused.
Sensing it must pertain to Delions announcement the twins and Draco followed curious as to what was going on.
"Hey Co, I noticed you were glowing back there," Makelia said suddenly, "Your powers must be starting to manifest"
"Yea, you think so," astounded Draco looked over at Makelia.
Nodding she continued, "When I was reading through this manual they said it occurs naturally sometimes when the person is participating in an especially passionate activity."
Draco noticed Delion turning red, nudging his head at the embarrassed veela Maliha giggled and Makelia narrowed her eyes slighlty as she continued " I also read that the same thing happens when you bond too."
Delion turned beat red, Draco realizing at once what his friend's announcement would entail broke out in a peal of laughter "Merlin's balls Del, you've bonded" Clutching his side he stopped and let out another round of laughter, the twins joining him.
Having halted when Draco exclaimed his announcement Delion began chuckling himself. They had always teased each other about the bonding ritual and even though it was a sacred rite they had always found it funny. The nervousness at finding their mate and bonding for life to another person, although wonderful and their birthrights, was always on the edge of their thoughts, and they found it a little less daunting when they could poke fun at it. Numerous times they'd sit at a table, at some random café in central, and pick out the newly bonded veela and make fun of them. Sure it wasn't exactly nice but it alleviated some of their own fears.
The five started walking again as Prome leveled a mocking gaze at Draco, who was trying to catch his breath while leaning on Maliha, "I don't know why you find it so funny Your Magisty seeing as how I recall your Barocc is in a couple hours and your mate could be just around the corner yourself."
Sobering up immediately Draco blanched white, "Yea…I know,." Gulping down a nervous knot, his thoughts and emotions of the pending events of tonight came flooding back to him full force. .The five friends had arrived at the café, which was about 50 feet from the palace and once again feeling extremely nervous Draco asked "How did you get through it without throwing up Del?"
While taking their seats Prome signaled for a waiter as his brother thought, "Well, I didn't have the whole kingdom at mine but I just sort of just went through the motions you know, I don't remember any details." Scratching his back where is wing's opening was located Delion wrinkled his face in remembrance, "Its only after my wings came out and I realized it was over and I had done it that I remember anything clearly.
"Hmm, I do remember you being kind of out of it," Prome said as he started to chuckle again, "you guys should have see him his eyes were all glazed over…"
"That was the power you git," Delion leveled a glare at his brother.
"Yea you keep telling yourself that. You my dear brother were scared shitless"
Maliha just sat there and shock her head at the brothers, while Makelia patted Draco arm reassuringly. "Cut it out Romi, you're making Co more nervous then he already is." Prome stuck his tongue out at Delion and continued to silently laughed.
"Humph well we'll just see how you feel come winter break when its you're turn" Delion said to his brother as the waitress came to take their orders.
Having suddenly lost his appetite Draco groaned and let his head fall on the table with a loud thunk. Makelia looked pityingly at her friend as the others ordered their food, and Draco felt a tap on his shoulder while Maliha was ordering, "What Kelia?"
"Don't listen to Romi, you know what he's like, he's just exaggerating, Del did fine obviously and you will too, besides it could be years until you find your mate, look at Pagas. Now eat something or you will be a wreak this evening form malnutrition." Sighing loudly Draco lifted his head as Delion finished ordering a large portion of food.
"Your Highness, what would you like," the waitress had her quill posed above her pad and looked at Draco.
"Um…just give me a Coccas Spread and light on the honey" Nodding the waitress walked away and Draco was confronted with four bewildered faces. "What?"
Maliha incredulously lowered her voice "A Coccas Spread?"
"Oh gods you're a weack already," Prome said as he laughed again. Groaning Draco let his head fall again
"Romi…Shut up" exasperated Makelia rolled her eyes.
"Mal's right Co you should eat more than a Coccas Spread," Delion offered, "that's little more than an appetizer."
"It's alright I just remembered I'm having tea with my parents right before the Barocc anyways, you know my mother, She'll have me eating thirds before we even leave"
"Well you need it," a voice behind him stated," you're far to skinny as it is" Startled Draco looked around and smiled at the female veela that was behind him.
"Pagas! Et tu lamona." Draco rose from his chair beaming and engufed her in a hug and pecked her on the lips.
Hugging and kissing him back "Lamon ma yu, Draco Et tu Lamona you all, what are you guys up to? You're all in a state," she asked as she made her way around the table giving the four of them hugs and kisses on the cheek.
"Pag, you missed it," Prome exclaimed as he finished kissing her. "The Second Square Theater set up out in Central minor and it was incredible. I bet all the veeli were there and even some of the older folks too, But we were all dancing," closing his eyes at the memory Prome continued intensely "and the music blended with our magic perfectly, Gods it was such so arousing and such a high.." Pagas was just listened intently while Prome recounted the afternoon events.
"Geeze, I missed it, huh?" Pagas let out a disappointed sigh as Delion pulled up a chair from a nearby table for her, "Adonis as my witness Par Gibbs is such a nuisance," Draco visibly bristled, "After you left Draco, he still was rambling on. We just let out a few moments ago."
"I have to agree with you there Pag" Draco answered as the waitress came back with their orders floating behind her, dispensing each meal to the appropriate person the waitress left after taking Pagas's order. The five friends tucked into their food for a few moments silently. Pagas food arrived and she began to tuck in as well.
Draco was proceeding to spread the coccas on another warm bun when Mekelia broke the silence," So who's this mystery mate of yours Del?"
Having forgotten the previous train of conversation Draco's attention peaked 100 percent in curiosity. "Oh yea, I forgot all about that," tilting his head to one side as he furrowed his brow thinking, "when did this happen anyway it must of just happened I don't remember Draco turned and finally dashed down the alleyway er you mentioning anything before?"
Blushing bright red, Delion ducked his head mumbling something. Leaning closer four of curious veela stained to hear. Pagas was the first to react "I'm, sorry what was that?" Imeetheratschoolandwematedthislastmatingsson."
Bursting out laughing Prome slapped his beet red bother on the back. "I know they didn't hear you bro, I'm sitting right next to you and have no clue what you just said."
Blowing out a breath, Delion composed himself, "I met her at school and we mated this last mating season."
Maliha let out a low whistle, "Wow, you mated this last season?" Awe inflecting in her voice, "Who was it? That one perky girl from Music theory that you're always talking about" Delion and Prome attended Beauxtmas. Where most of the full-blooded Veela, like the twins and Pagas attended schools for Veela, Draco and most of the veela that had wizard blood attending wizarding schools after attending primary school in Velcirea. About half of the Veela were of mixed heritage nowadays, so it was of no consequence. They were all magical.
Delion's eyes gazed over and he looked off, nodding with a smile" Yea…Antoinette"
Draco glanced over at Prome and catching his eye snickered at Delion's sudden lack of attention..
Pagas, thoroughly impressed sat back in her chair. "Well, I for one am proud of you," having finished her salad she reached over and grabbed a bun from Draco's plate much to his annoyance, "So…" taking a bite of the bun and smiling innocently at her affronted friend, "when do we meet this new addition to our little clique?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you all she should be arriving…" He took out his his wand and muttered Tempus a gray wisp of smoke came out and formed 4:55. " Good gods." His eyes bugged out as he franticly stood up shoving his wand back into its holster on his belt he hurriedly stuffed the rest of his pieta in his mouth. His friends startled at his sudden action "She should be arriving in 5 minutes, Drinking down the rest of his papaya nectar, and wiping his mouth he turned and hurried away throwing a goodbye and wave over his shoulder madly dashing thorough the crowds.
Prome stood up shaking his head as he gathered the remains of his and his brothers food and with a wave of his wand disposed of the trash. "He's been on edge every since he's left his mate you know, she had to go home and settle some things so he's been crazy"
The other four stood up nodding in understanding and began to dispose of their remaining meals as well. Draco turned to his friend." Don't worry about it. I suppose she'll be attending the Barocc as well?"
"Oh!" Prome suddenly remembered. "Yea, you don't mind do you,".
Waving off Prome's worries "No, Romy its ok with me, the more the merrier right?"
Smirking, Prome clasped Draco on his back and pulled him into a hug. After kissing his cheek he muttered in a fake serious voice "Yes it is a grand event for our little prince we wouldn't want the affair to be lacking in audience when he freezes up do we?"
Draco lightly smacked his friend across the head as he dash away "You do know when its your turn I'm going to milk it for all its worth don't you?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Prome called back as he headed after his brother, "Not any other way."
Rolling his eyes Draco looked at his other friends "I've got to run too guys, My parents are expecting me for late tea."
"No problem Co, we'll see you at the ceremony," Mahalia answered as she warmly enveloped Draco in a hug. Whispering in his ear "Don't worry you'll do fine." Kissing his cheek she released him.
Mekelia stepped in to take her sister's place and wrapped Draco in another hug "Ba la Sute, Draconis, you'll do wonderfully. You're more than worthy and the goddess knows it." Kissing his cheek she released him with one last squeeze of his hand.
Turning to Pagas, Draco felt reassured by the warm smile she offered. Hugging her tightly he heard her whisper in his ear after she kissed him "we'll all be there with you praying, so don't worry so much…you'll get wrinkles"
After giving Pagas an incredulous look at her last comment he laughed and departed the three Veela's company.
A/N: All of the veelian language in this chapter so far have just been greetings and farewells, there's no exact translation I just sort of made it up. In my head the language sounds like the language of the elves in "Lord of the rings", so just think of it like that The great hall is called the Hall of Love (you know the whole Aphrodite thing, I know not really original but hey?)
Review responses:
Asaroth69: I thought he deserved it
Kaelindarkster Harial, Lady Ktulu, kapies, Malfoyangel, Gia DreamWeaver, : thanks
Azhure, Jen: actually both of you have really good ideas and I think I will do that!
Silver-sparkle: I know what you mean I find the whole mythology fascinating too
blackunicorn: sorry not this chap but soon
octavian: It will connect soon, next chap I believe and I know it might seem a little far fetched but think about the giants, they have their own society and it was stated that they were more tribes of them in the past, we really don't know the history of the veela or how they live so *shrug shoulders* I just thought I'd make one up. But even at the Quiddich Cup they were fearsome so they could be.
Marie: well a little hostility is always fun, right?
Madam malicia: *blushing* thanks