Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Warnings: Slash, that sort of thing.

A/N: I've been gone from the computer for quite a while, so I figured a change was in order. I changed my penname from PixieSorrows to Ceraedin, if you haven't noticed. Not that big of a change, but it works kind of as a reform for me. I'll try to get more chapters out quickly. Also, I am in need of a beta.

I woke up to my love moaning and muttering in his sleep. There was barely intelligible gasps of 'No' and 'Stop' and other incoherent mumblings. I looked at him with eyes full of pain, and I prepared to wake him up. I moved to nudge him out of his nightmares, but he was suddenly surrounded with a blinding light.

He began to float above the pallet and I became afraid. 'Harry!' I yelled to him in his mind, willing him to answer me, to acknowledge my presence. 'Oh my god.' I moved around frantically, trying to make sure my mate was okay. 'Harry!' I screeched, clawing my face in frustration. Blood began to pour from the wounds my own claws inflicted on me, but it did not phase me.

"Be still, tigris (1)" a voice spoke, sounding like my mate's voice chorus with others whom I had not heard before. "Your mate is going to be all right. Do not doubt his love for you, even in the darkest of times. When he awakens, he shall know you as his mate; but lie no more about your true self, for what it may wrought will cut to his soul. Protect him now, you have our and his family's blessing." With that, the light desisted and my lovely mate floated slowly down but he had changed. His hair now flowed to his waist, his completion lightened to a light dusting of a tan, blemishes and minor scars gone. I could not see his eyes, but I did not believe they would have changed. They were too beautiful to change. His ears elongated, to a most charming hobbit's point. His hair, however long, was mussed as though by an invisible wind. Obviously, I had the suspicions that his powers would be with wind, or possibly even earth since flowers seemed to spring up when he went through his transformation. My love… My heart ached for him, and him alone.

My love opened his eyes with a perfect flutter of his eyelashes, while emerald irises peeked out from beneath them.

"Ice?" I heard him speak my name and I rushed to him.

'Yes, mon amour?' I answered him within a second, instantly by his side.

"Do I look like a freak?" I scoffed, gob smacked from his line of thought.

'Never a freak, love, never a freak.' I answered, rubbing his face affectionately.

He moaned at my ministrations, and I started to purr (yesh, I know tigers don't purr, but what the heck. In my story, it's my rules so they purr! I wasn't 'bout to make a cheetah Draco. How stupid does that sound? Back to my story cough.). "You smell…"he paused for a moment, sniffing at the air, "So goooooood." he dragged his last word out as I nipped his neck playfully, "Ice." he finally finished.

'And you as well, my love.' I licked his neck, suckling softly on an earlobe that invaded my space.

"Ice, I think you're my mate…" he voiced quietly, pulling away from me. I growled my opinion, trying to move closer to him. "But what about your mate?" he finished just as quietly, his last word fading in to silence.

'You are it.' I stated, trying to get back to ravishing my mate's new form.

"What?" he looked up suddenly, eyes flashing. "You knew and you didn't tell me?" he shrieked, air starting to whip around violently. Hmmm… so air was one of his elements… "Answer me!" he yelled, and the air increased, messing up my pelt and Harry's hair unbearably.

'I had an idea…' I replied contritely, leaving out the fact that I was sure the moment that he stepped into my lair that he was it.

"And you didn't tell me?" his eyes flashed dangerously, and I seriously considered knocking the boy out before he could cause himself any damage. Damn me to hell. I couldn't really give a hoot what happened to me as long as he escaped unscathed.

'I was not sure how you would take it.' And judging from this, when I got to telling him who I actually was, it wouldn't go over well either.

"You couldn't have just told me?" he replied, his voice going down to a soft monotone.

'Harry, I'm sorry…' I regretted instantly the fact that I had denied him this information, and I hurt to know that I would injure him more when I told him who I was.

"Yes you could have… but judging from your demeanor, you have something else to tell me." Damn it. Now I had to come out. Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!

'Yes… Harry, I'm not what I appear to be…'

"You mean you're not a veela?" he interrupted, and I silenced him with a pleading look.

'I'm a veela, but, Harry,' I moved to touch his face with my paw, but he jerked away.

"Just tell me first."

'Harry, I'm Draco Malfoy.'