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Chapter One

Draco stepped onto platform nine and three quarters his head held high as always. He walked through the crowd as though no one was there. No one important anyway. Draco had his mind set on one thing, or rather, one person.

Harry Potter.

It would be the first time Draco would see his boyfriend in months and with everything that Draco had discovered over the summer he was slightly apprehensive about seeing the boy he had grown to love. There was so much riding on that first touch that Draco almost didn't want to see Harry at all.

One touch would tell him if he and Harry could spend the rest of their lives together, for there was a chance that when he touched Harry he would feel nothing. Draco didn't want to feel nothing, not for Harry.

Flashback

"FATHER! FATHER!" Draco yelled, sprinting down one of the halls of the infamous Malfoy Mansion. "FATHER!"

"What Dr-" Lucius's eyes widened at the sight of his son. "Fuck. Narcissa come here."

"What is going on?" Draco asked panicked.

"It's . . . Narcissa!" Lucius called again.

"Yes." Narcissa turned the corner reacting to her son as well. However instead of shock her face showed joy. "Oh my, they are beautiful."

"Beautiful? Are you insane? They are awful and they hurt. Make them go away."

"Calm down a bit and they will go away. Though I can't understand why you would want them to."

"I don't want to calm down. I want to look like human."

"Well I'm sorry to say, you don't and you aren't." Narcissa said, though she didn't sound sorry at all.

"Father tell me what's happening. Why do I have wings?"

"Draco you're part Veela."

"What?"

"You're mother and I both have recessive traits. We knew there was a chance, but we never thought it would happen."

"And now it has." Narcissa said happily.

"Aren't they supposed to have mates. I don't want to be stuck with some stupid fuckhead for the rest of my life."

"You will have a mate, but it is a common misconception that Veela only have their choice of one."

"So anyone can be my mate?" Draco asked hopefully.

"No. Not anyone, but you will have many that can be. So there is no need to worry about ending up with someone you hate."

"What about Harry?" Lucius's eyes narrowed at the name.

"He may not be a choice."

"Lucius." Narcissa scolded when she saw the look on her son's face. "Draco since you are with him now it is highly likely that he will be a possible mate. I make no promises, but it is very likely."

"However there's still that chance?" Draco asked. He was not one to look for the best. Better to be disappointed expecting the worst than to be disappointed hoping for the best.

"Yes there is a chance."

Present time

That conversation was why Draco's stomach kept knotting itself tighter and tighter. Why he couldn't breath past an invisible ball in his throat. No one could see it, but Draco was panicking.

"Draco." A voice called causing Draco to nearly jump out of his skin. Draco took a deep breath and looked up to see Harry smiling and walking toward him, but Draco didn't smile back. Harry gave Draco a confused look, but kept walking.

"Don't touch me." Draco said softly once Harry was close enough to hear. Hurt bled through Harry's features causing Draco to add, "Not yet."

Draco looked at Harry feeling the love for him that he had since they had first kissed last year. He didn't know why they had, but that didn't matter. What mattered was everything that happened afterward that he did remember. Everything that would be forgotten if Harry wasn't a possible mate.

Slowly Draco reached up stopping his hand right next to Harry cheek. He was as close to Harry as he could get without touching him.

"Draco wh-" Draco placed his hand against the soft flesh of Harry's cheek. The smell of spring overwhelmed him. Images of children playing in parks, of people walking dogs, of teenagers playing ball all passed before his eyes. Then all he saw was Harry's face. Draco smiled and pulled Harry to his lips showing his happiness with his kiss. Draco pulled away and looked into Harry's eyes.

"I love you." He said before wrapping his arms around Harry's neck.

" I love you too." Harry said surprised by the show of affection. Harry held Draco for awhile before pulling back to look into his eyes. He combed a hand through Draco's hair and kissed him again. "I thought you'd be excited to see me, but this is a bit more than I expected."

"You're my mate." Draco said relieved.

"What?"

"Well you aren't yet, but you can be." Draco again hugged Harry.

His weeks of worry were all in vain. He felt slightly stupid for making himself sick over the whole ordeal, but he would've felt worse if it would've been the other way around.

Harry held Draco and let himself be held for a bit longer, but seeing as how, oddly, Harry was the only one thinking straight, he needed to make sure they got on the train.

"Let's go find a compartment and make this whole thing make sense to me." Harry said pulling out of Draco's arms.

"We're not sitting with Weasel and Granger." The old Draco was returning.

"They wouldn't sit with us if we tried." Harry said grabbing his trunk and Hedwig.

"So how did Dudley like his present?" Draco also grabbed his things and started walking toward the train.

"You sent that?"

"It was supposed to be roses they must have gotten the order messed up." Draco said sarcastically.

"Ha. He was throwing up for a week. I do-" Suddenly Harry's voice was drown out and all Draco could do was smell.

It was the smell of Christmas. Not winter, but Christmas. Images flew about his head. A tall extravagantly decorated tree with presents about the trunk. A warm fire with a large wreath over the mantle piece. A cocktail party in a large dining room with a vaulted ceiling decorated so throughly that the walls and ceiling were barley visible. Then there was Hannah Abott's face.

"I'm sorry Draco." She said quickly. Draco just stared at her shocked.

He felt for her. Not like he felt for Harry, but something was there. It didn't seem like his feelings, but the feelings of someone, no something else. Something inside of him felt lust and attraction and like, but not love. For whatever reason Draco knew that it couldn't feel love. Only he could.

"Draco." Harry's hand grasped Draco's and suddenly all the Christmas was gone and replaced with the very faint smell of spring.

"Are you alright?" Hannah asked. She was reaching out to touch Draco in a comforting manner, but Draco jumped away from her hand.

"I'm fine." Draco said quickly.

"O-okay." Hannah felt a great sense of loss, that wasn't common when it came to Draco. Just like the need to comfort him when he looked so scared. Hannah shook her head and walked away. Trying to will away the strange feelings.

"What was that?" Harry asked.

"She could be my mate too." A wave of jealousy washed through Harry like he had never felt before. Trying to push it down he tore his eyes away from where they were burning a hole through Hannah's back and turned to Draco. "Let's go okay?"

Draco nodded. There was nothing he wanted more than to be away from anyone that could do that again.

"Just don't let me go." Draco didn't know how, but somewhere deep inside he knew that if Harry was touching him no one else's touch would matter.

Harry was surprised by the statement but, he just squeezed Draco's hand tighter.

"I'll never let go."