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Draco was nervous. He had been ever since his 16th birthday. What if they didn't like him? What if they didn't accept him? And yet, although he was reading returning to school, he also couldn't wait. The silver eyed boy kept fidgeting in his seat in the limo.

Draco and his father and mother were headed off to Kings Cross Station where he would be catching the Hogwarts Express to his sixth year at the wizarding school. Draco's father kept shooting him disdainful looks for his fidgeting; 'Malfoys never fidgit.' Lucius, however, was willing to let it slide because he remembered what he had been like in Draco's position, nervous and jittery.

This was the year his son would finally meet his mate. The one person he would be with and love and worship for the rest of his life; the person who would bear his heirs.

You see, the Malfoys have Veela blood. Draco's grandmothers had both been Veela, making both his parents and himself half-blooded Veela. They still had the charm and the beauty, but they couldn't transform completely when angered, they could get the claws and the wings but would otherwise remain the same.

Of course, being half Veela also meant they had mates. The only person they would be with for all of eternity, who they would have a family with. Weather they were male or female Veela mates can always bear children.

Draco had been looking forward to, and dreading this one train ride all summer. He would walk up and down the corridor of the train searching for his mate if he had to. He would identify his mate by their scent.

At first, he hadn't understood how that would work, so he asked his mother. She only said that as soon as he smelled it he would know. He would be drawn to the person and would feel as if he would be unable to live without that person at his side.

Draco had been a bit worried about the whole not being able to live without his mate by his side bit, but he had reasoned with himself that he doubted his mate would really want to be apart from him for very long anyway. That and everyone, including his mate, would eagerly throw themselves at him if given the chance.

So here he was now sitting in a limo heading to Kings Cross Station and the train ride that would forever change his life.

Once the Malfoys arrived at Platform 9 3/4 Draco and his parents split up. Draco's parents went to stand on one end of the platform so that they could watch him embark on this new life changing adventure, while Draco went over to talk to his friends.

Blaise Zambini and Pansy Parkinson, with Crabbe and Goyle acting as exaggeratedly stupid shadows were standing towards the middle of the platform waiting for Draco to join them.

On his way to the group some people openly stared at him, while others tried very hard to pretend that they weren't attracted to him. The only thing different about it this year was that the stares he was receiving were much lustier. That and a few of the braver girls, and even some boy from Hufflepuff he didn't know, would come up to him telling him he was gorgeous and that they would gladly meet him in various places all over Hogwarts at unspeakably late hours. They boy was even brave enough to squeeze Draco's ass.

Draco was flattered, but disturbed. He had known that his Veela charm would kick in and more people would feel compelled to do things of that nature to him, he hadn't known how wrong it would feel for these people to touch him the way they did.

In fact even, when he finally got to his friends, Pansy hugging him seemed wrong, even though she did it out of sisterly love and nothing else. None of his friends had lust in their eye, but that was because they had all taken a potion beforehand to ward of the effects of the charm, since they all knew about his being a Veela. Secretly the blond-haired youth was glad; he wasn't so fond of the thought that everyone in school would be lusting after him… even if it was rather flattering.

"So, Draco, any news on the mate front?" Pansy asked after stepping back to give him some room to breathe.

"You know as well as I do that I have no idea who my mate is. If I did they would be right here standing beside me, not wherever the hell they are. I wish I did know who they were though, all of these people leering at me is kind of unsettling," Draco sighed feeling slightly deflated but never letting it show.

"Let's go get a compartment shall we? We don't want the first years to get all of the good ones," Blaise suggested, sensing his friends discomfort amongst the crowd of lusty teens.

"That sounds like a great idea."

"Yeah."

The group made their way through the throng of students and parents toward the crimson train, pushing those smaller than themselves out of the way and dodging the grouping hands of Draco's 'admirers'.

Once they reached the train and climbed aboard the Slytherins made their way towards the middle of the train, looking for an empty compartment. During their walk down the train Draco kept searching for the scent that would alert him to his mate's presence. Draco was very agitated by the time they found an empty compartment. He was already tired of being groped shamelessly and still not finding any hint of his mate anywhere.

He plopped down into a seat and rested his head in his hands, with his elbows on his knees, trying to calm himself down.

"Are you okay Draco?" Pansy asked rubbing his back, apparently trying to soothe him but only succeeding in getting him even more riled up than before. He shoved her hand off of his back and glared at her.

"No, I am not fucking okay! I need my mate God damnit! Where the fuck are they? Why can't I find them!" Draco was panicking. 'What if something's wrong with me and I don't have a mate! What if I'm defective and I can't find them?' "I'm going to walk around," Draco stated abruptly, standing up and heading out the door.

As soon as he was in the corridor he was hit by a wave of the most enticing scent he had ever experienced. Draco followed his nose the next compartment, the excitement of finally finding his mate making him jittery.

He threw open the door to the compartment and stepped in. He knew as soon as he did he knew that his mate wasn't there. Weasley and Granger were sitting there looking at him expectantly, but he couldn't manage to insult them today after that overwhelming disappointment.

He left the compartment quickly heading back to his friends feeling almost as if he was going to cry. He dropped down into his seat looking utterly defeated.

"Umm… Draco? What happened?" Blaise asked.

Draco didn't answer he just started pounding his head violently against the compartment wall.

All of the sudden the compartment door slid open and the most wonderful scent Draco had ever smelled washed over him and he immediately stopped banging his head on the wall. Inhaling deeply the scent of rain and vanilla and mango, Draco opened his eyes looking for to the door for the source of the smell.
"Uh… Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," said the boy in the doorway. "I was just wondering what all of the banging was about."

Draco's eyes widened, because there, standing not 5 feet from him in the doorway was his mate. Standing at 5' 8" tall with a gorgeous mop of black hair and bright shining green eyes surrounded by thick black glasses frames. He was a lean, toned boy with a delicious looking tan, at least in Draco's opinion. There standing in the doorway was Harry Potter.

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