A/N: ok another chapter coming at cha. This one will feature the main characters, as well as, side stories so it'll be long.

Title: Primal

Summary: The Purebloods have always valued their secrets, especially Malfoys. The story will be written as a narrative of harry, Draco ECT, then Third person. "Talking" 'thinking' "dreaming"

Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter and characters belong to J.K Rowling, I'm just you run of the mill crazy fan girl.

Warning: This contains Yaoi, Mpreg, Possessive Draco/Submissive Harry and some very graphic language. So no likey, no ready; no one's forcing you…except Draco because he wants the attention.

Chapter 3

Sleeping beauty

'Waking up has never felt so painful,' was Harry's first thought as he slowly opened his eyes, only to shut them quickly again when light burned him.

He groaned quietly as he turned over to conceal his face from the torture; hiding in a feathery pillow that lay under his head. His bones felts stiff, making it seem impossible to do such a simple task, but he managed to safely burrow down into the silk sheets enough where he felt content. He curled his legs into his chest wrapping his arms around the slim appendages. He then dug his head deep into the bed to block out the light completely. Though his limbs felt like they were dead, he never felt more comfortable lying in such a soft place. That's when it hit the raven haired boy causing him to snap his eyes open wide. The small twin bed the Dursleys gave him was hard as concrete, and the blankets scratchy and thin, not like the thick warm ones that lay over him. Panic began to choke him, he sat up on exhausted arms to see his surroundings.

'Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore,' thought Harry staring around the room that clearly wasn't the one the Dursleys gave him.

Room, more like small apartment would be a fitting word to describe the place where he was sleeping in. The area was massive, dark blue walls lined with silver stood far from the bed. Towering over him was the ceiling painted a deeper shade of blue with a dazzling silver chandelier placed in the center and holding glossy candles, matching the walls tastefully. The floor was a bushy carpet that was also a brighter tint of the same color. Not much furniture occupied the room, except two small black side tables that was placed on each side of the bed. A book case and a long scroll, of some sort, was hanging on the other side of the wall. IT held a beautiful design that looked to be Asian, with waves of water and a mountain, except the drawling looked oddly empty, like it a missing a key player to hold the art work together. Three doors also dominated the room. One, to the far left and another, double door, that set in front vision on the bed. The last one was made of glass covered with silky clear curtains with a black bar on top holding the linen. The remaining piece of furniture that was in the room was the bed itself. As far as the little wizard could see it was focal point of the large setting. The frame was a classic wooden painted black. heavy deep blue drapes lay tied to the side with silver ropes. The bedspread was also blue, which seem to be the theme, sprinkled and lined with silver.

Harry tried to move towards the end of the bed, but his weak legs put up too much of a protest. He didn't know why he was so tired and it was beginning to scare him terribly. He slowly patted his body to find his wand but the only clothing he wore were a silk black button up shirt and pants. He moved to push up his glasses in frustration but when he felt his face he found that he wasn't wearing them. He looked up again to gaze at the room realizing that his vision was in fact clear without the thick lenses to help him. Suddenly all thought of his glasses and his wand came to a halt when he heard the sound of low whispering voices on the other side of the double doors. It felt as if he were trapped in paradise, surrounded by the comfort for royalty while being as fragile as a lily.

He didn't like the thought, so he did the only the thing that came natural to him for years, he tried to run. Since moving his legs were obviously out of the question harry slowly dragged himself to the edge of the bed, feeling his arms screaming in pain and exhaustion. As he neared the bed ending he saw out of the corner of his eye the scroll again, except it seemed to be moving. The waves of air were blowing and the mountain appeared to be shifting dirt down his colossal back. Then a small young girl with long black hair walked into the frame. Her eyes had a white wrap tightly wound around them blocking her vision, and she wore a plain white kimono with a blood red slash. She stood in front of the background turning to face the direction of Harry and gave him a tiny lift of her lips. Harry lay down, still as a pole, abandoning hopes of escape staring at the little girl. Slowly she opened her mouth, barley moving her lips she spoke.

"You shouldn't be moving young one. You have yet to fully heal," her voice was soft and concerning as her face moved to appear to look towards the door. Harry could still hear the voices outside continuing to speak in hush tones, but he couldn't look away from the picture. He bit his bottom lip as he tried to form words.

Finally he replied back just as softly, "Do you know who's out there?" he asked, her his eyes quickly shifted towards the door for a second before looking back at her. Her mouth formed that tiny half smile and her head tilted to the side.

"They don't mean you harm young one, so please go back and rest so that you may heal properly," as she spoke she folded her legs under her then the picture proceeded to stop moving.

Harry lay there for a few moments debating on listening to the strange drawing. The Gryffindor in him just refused to sit there weak as the strangers continued to speak right outside the door. In the end the decision was taken from him because the double doors began to open.

Severus Snape had been called many things in his time. He'd been called Genius, greasy, sarcastic, coward, stubborn, rude and many other names. However never in his forty odd years of his life had he ever been called foolish. Be it known that one Lucius Malfoy had the gaul, had the audacity, the balls to call one Severus Snape, all around Master of skill and intelligence, foolish. He had decided, after standing around in the cold street for moments on end, to take the boy to Malfoy Manor. Lucius was awake at such an early hour to greet his friend, however when he saw the bundle that Severus carried into his study he preceded to tell Severus, "You foolish, foolish man!"

Severus would have dropped the poor boy if it wasn't for the fact that the house elves had already taken him. Still wrapped in a black blanket you could barley tell who lay inside, if it wasn't for the signature black curly hair sticking out from the cover. Severus didn't betray the shock he was feeling as the silver haired man uttered those words. Instead he arched a single brow in question while remaining a cool façade.

"My Lucius, you haven't seen the boy yet?" Severus sat down on the black lounge chair occupied behind him. Lucius narrowed his eyes and strolled towards a cabinet located behind his desk. He fished out a bottle of scotch than walked back towards his desk and proceeded to fill his and Severus glass with the burning liquid.

"I cannot fathom another word to describe what you have done Severus. What exactly were you thinking when you decided to bring the Boy-Who-Lived to my manor."

As he spoke, a sneer appeared on his face. When he finished he slowly brought the liquor to his lips and sipped a small amount of the beverage. Severus sat there listening to his rant while he watched his hand swirling his drink with a calm expression. When Lucius was done speaking he stopped to take a taste of the scotch, then spoke, never taking his eyes off of the cup.

"Isn't this what we have always wanted Lucius. I was under the impression that this was our Master's plan." Lucius sneered at the man, feeling his eyes narrow further into slits.

"I don't think our Master wanted us to bring the boy so soon my friend."

The word friend was said with such a bite that it had the house elf filching. The boy was placed on the sofa located on the other end of the room while the two men sat there exchanging words. Severus lifted his head to look at Lucius, speaking his next words softly

"I don't think our Master took into account the boy appearing as he is either, Lucius."

Severus waved his wand towards the sleeping boy lifting the blanket off of his face. Lucius followed the line of direction of the Potions Master's wand and barley refrained from gaping.

The boy had obviously undergone many changes. In the dim light the boys face looked almost angelic. He looked smaller and his long eyes lashes shifted as he slept. The only words that Lucius could verbalize was

"Merlin!"

"My thoughts exactly," said Severus with a smirk placed firmly on his mouth.

Lucius looked back at Severus with a furrow in his brow and frown, "But this makes no sense. The Potters were purebloods as far as I can tell and Lily was born with muggle parents."

Severus lips turned into a thin line as he spoke "Well it would seem the Potters or Evans had their secrets as well or…," Severus let the rest of his words fade as he turned his head towards the young boy again, fingering his drink leisurely.

Lucius growled deep in his throat as he caught on to what the Potions Master was saying and leaned forward.

"He has nothing to do with this Severus! It's merely a coincidence!"

His words came out like a hiss, freighting the house elf farther as he tended to the sleeping boys comfort. He hadn't been dismissed and he was far to scared to interrupt his master.

"There is no such thing as a coincidence, Lucius. Now I think it will be in your best interest to possibly consider the fact these two events may be connected." Severus leaned back in his chair, crossing his leg over other.

The silver haired man rubbed his temples in frustration, displaying far more emotion then he had in many years. He thought about the fact as soon as he saw the boy, but he didn't want to believe it. Yet he couldn't find an explanation for such acts happening on the same night.

After a moment Lucius waved over the house elf, "Bitsy I want you to take the young man to the guest wing and place him in the silent room. Make sure not to wake him as you clean and change him. Now go." He watched the elf pick up the boy effortlessly then disappear from the room before setting his eyes on his blacked hair friend again.

"We will inform him of the change in plans tomorrow," said the silver eyed wizard before he stood up and swept towards the door. Before he left the room he turned his head around.

"What surprises me, my friend is that your hatred for the boy hasn't been brought up once since you brought him in, why is that?"

The dark wizard stood, brushing invisible lent from his robes and walked over to Lucius. As he stride towards the staircase he whispered, "Many things had changed tonight Lucius." Then he was gone.

Lucius continued to his room in the opposite direction finding his wife still sound asleep. He crawled into bed tucking an arm around her waist and falling back into a light sleep before he had to wake again in an hour.

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Nightmares haunted Draco Malfoy as he slept. They had forced his inheritance tonight. A dark ritual rarly performed, which caused him to become a full grown vela. He felt stronger, more handsome and magic burned inside him like burning lce. Everything would be perfect for him, except the nightmares kept him from sleeping soundlessly like he sought. Visions of pain and horror interrupted his dreams and kept him waking every hour. His body still felt exhausted from the change, so he couldn't leave his bed to clear his thoughts. As a result he just lye there staring at the canopy of his bed till he fell asleep, only to be brought back into a hellish imagination. A person, he wasn't sure if it was male or female, was a frequent visitor of the dreams.

He watched as they stood there among shadows looking at the person with hate in their wide white eyes. Surrounded, the person would cry out for someone, but Draco never heard the name. Then the people would disappear only to be surrounded by figures made of fire as one lone shadow watched from the wall of fire. Draco tried to help them, but he could never reach the person. Then they would scream louder as the skin was burned off of him. Melting away till only ashes was left, than the lone shadow would walk up to the ashes, looking at them with kind eyes and a cruel outline of a smile.

He'd say, "For the greater good my boy."

The young wizard would wake up again only for this to be repeated. Draco signed softly as he lay there feeling the sun rise on him from the glass door beside the bed. He knew he wouldn't be obligated to be downstairs for breakfast since he was allowed to rest for the day, yet he refused to sleep only to be witness to that. His muscles ached as he turned his body to the side and his head throbbed in pain. He tried to think that maybe this was his mate crying out for help, except the dream didn't make enough since for that to be true. A small snort left his nose as that pasted through his thoughts

He thought plenty about mate this past year. Every waking moment love and lust would build inside him as he tried to picture what his mate would look like. He been told since he was a child that his mate would be the perfect submissive for him. Since then he thought that his mate would be like another servant for him or maybe a toy of some sort. However now that he lay here staring at nothing in particular he couldn't help feeling absolute love for the stranger that would spend his days with him. Ever since the beginning of his transformation he'd been displaying irrational emotion everywhere. His usual mask had slipped immensely off his face. He became much angrier at little things, like when a death eater had bumped him in the hallway. He's been so out of control it took three stunners's to immobilize him before he killed the rookie death eater. His master thankfully hadn't punished him for that, but that didn't stop him from being disappointed in his actions. His parents told him he would have better control of his emotions when he was united with his mate, but not having control had really been a change for the young wizard.

A house-elf popped into the silver eye's wizard room, setting his breakfast on the table, then leaving with another pop. Draco didn't have much of an appetite and even if he did he doubted he could actually manage to pick the tray up let alone his wand to summon it to his lap. So instead he closed his eyes to fall back asleep to face another nightmare, but at least it'll help to get his strength back.

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Lucius would never show such a petty emotion, but inside he was nervous. He'd woken an hour later to find his wife gone from the bed. He saw the bathroom door was closed, so he lay there thinking of everything that he had to fix. Everything was perfect until Severus Snape brought harry potter looking as such last night. Now he had to inform not only his master of his change in plans but also of the plans he had that involved his son. He didn't want to think it was possible, but if harry potter was Draco's mate then things were about to get a lot more complicated. Lucius Malfoy knew it was a bad idea to set up potential mates with the other death eater children, whispering into the right ears that Draco appeared to be close to, then slowly winding it down to two. Draco showed certain habits around both Pansy Parkinson and Astoria Greengrass. He was positive one of those two had to be the mate. Now he wasn't so certain anymore and when he informed them of this news contracts would be broken. His wife warned him that a mate couldn't be chosen like he wished, but he hadn't listened and like a good mate his wife stood by the decision against her better judgment. As his wife finished with her shower and she walked out of the bathroom Lucius turned his head to her, speaking quietly

"I should have listened love," he knew she would understand what he meant, she always did. She gave him a knowing look then walked over to him to kiss him gently on the cheek.

"Yes you should have, but I forgive you darling." Then she stood again strolling into the closet to dress. Lucius sat up from the bed to freshen up then face his problems.

Lucius Malfoy strolled into the dining room later that morning to find his master sat at the head of the table with a cup of coffee. The room was bright with large windows facing the gold and white dining table, so you could see his face clearly. Lord Voldemort, or as he liked to be called by his inner circle now Tom Riddle had changed since his reviving. No longer the insane monster sat on a throne of blood, but a handsome regal man. The only thing that hadn't been changed was the man's blood red eyes and bouts of anger. Tom looked up slightly when he heard footsteps and gave Lucius a small nod of good morning then went back to browsing the Daily Prophet. The middle aged wizard proceeded to sit to the right of his Master and order a cup of tea from the house elf that stood by to fetch breakfast. Lucius thought about bringing the troubling matter up to his master as soon as he saw him, but he wanted Severus there to farther explain things. So instead he waited there taking his own copy of the Daily Prophet that was set there and began pretending to read it.

"Something is obviously bothering you Lucius, so be a sport and say what's on your mind," spoke Tom never taking his eyes off his paper. The silver haired man took his tea from the elf, sipping it leisurely, and then set it down with a soft sigh.

"Master, it appears plans have to be changed."

"I've told you Lucius, call me Tom and what do you mean plans have to be changed. If you are referring to the involvement of Harry Potter then I am well aware of the situation already," replied tom.

Lucius lifted his brow in question and set the paper down to give his master his full attention then asked

"You know already master?"

Tom smirked looking up at the silver haired wizard with ruby eyes, "Yes Lucius I have ways of knowing every possible factor that happens with my followers, you should know that already."

Then he went back to staring at his paper before continuing, "And as for your other arrangements for Draco's mate, you should have known better to test fate Lucius, let this be a lesson next time you decide to take these things into you won hands. Now when Harry Potter wakes, I want you to take Narcissa with you to prepare him for his role and inform Parkinson and Greengrass that they won't be needed any longer."

With that said, Tom stood up and walked out of the dining room greeting Narcissa who came in after him with a small smile. She sat down next to him, kissed his cheek then went on to fill his and her order for breakfast, knowing exactly what he would like. He'd tell her later about the boy, but for now he would enjoy a lovely breakfast with his mate.

It had been a week since that morning. Lucius set his plans into motion as soon as breakfast was over. He made absolute certain that Draco never set foot into the guest wing when he saw his son again after two days. He looked healthier then the night of the ceremony and much more like him instead of his mother. Then he enlightened his wife of the boy, which had better results then his meetings with The Parkinson's and Greengrasses. The marriage arrangements had to be broken off since he was sure that neither of the two were the mate of Draco, this cost him years of trust he built up and business contracts with Peter and Daniel.

He tried to explain to them there was a possibility neither would be the mate, but because of his involvement both had it in there heads that there wasn't any other reasons why they would be. Lucius gave them information about Veela that wasn't basic knowledge furthering their beliefs. All wizards or witches with veela blood or half-veela have human mates. Only full blooded Veela mated with other Veela and only on a rare chance would a full blooded Veela would have a human mate which resulted in half bloods. They sought out wizards or witches that either had some small amount of creature of blood or veela. When he told them that they were convince that their daughter could be a possible mate for Draco since both daugthers had creature in there bloodline. He left the angered men knowing that retaliation would be brought in the future.

He stood in the silent room with his wife after being informed by Yuki that Harry Potter had woken up. The small Japanese girl came into another frame in his study; thankfully his wife was there was well. He walked up to the room holding his wife's arm with a blank mask. When they went into the sitting room his wife tightened her grip and he looked at her.

"Lucius remember since he is the submissive of a Veela mate, he will be different so try to be gentle with him dear."

Her mask fell as she said this stepping away from him to face the door.

"It doesn't matter love, he's still a Gryffindor and the Boy Who Lived. I'm positive that not much has changed."

"If you say so darling, but you have been warned," she replied giving him that knowing look he hated.

Finally he swept towards her and wound his arm around her waist letting his mask fall along side with her, "I will try for our family love," and then he reached out his hand to open the door.

A/N: REWRITE