Chapter One:
A/N: This is a Veela story. Don't like, don't read.

Draco's POV

He'd always known that she had been around, that she had turned seventeen roughly five years after he had. What he never had managed to figure out though, was how he had not found her as soon as she had turned seventeen, reaching her wizarding inheritance therefore her soul being able to call out to him. It had, for exactly sixteen hours, twelve minutes and thirty-four seconds before being suddenly cut off, not having called long enough for him to find her. It wasn't like she had died, because nothing had happened to him other than the obvious loss of her soul reaching for him. It was simply as though she had realised what her body was doing without her knowledge and had decided to make it stop, which he hadn't realised could happen.

His parents had been at a loss as well, unable to make either heads or tails or the situation. Neither had the Veela historians, who had not found any recordings of anything similar happening ever in Veela history. Because that's what Draco Malfoy was, a pureblood Veela masquerading as a pureblood wizard.

No-one had had the answer when, five years ago, he had been called to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to start school as a first year. It was due to many complicated glamours he had been able to appear as an eleven year old, and when his mate did not show, every year after that for five years make it seem as though he was aging. He did not know why he had to do this, only that he had to do it. He somehow knew that he would meet his mate at Hogwarts, but not when. He would be starting his sixth year at Hogwarts this year and, at last, he knew he would meet his mate this year, very soon. Sure enough, for the first time in decades, his mate's soul was calling out to him once more, a balm to his own, long-neglected one. Her soul had been calling for two days this time, and he was getting closer.

He was in Diagon Alley, where she was so close he could smell her. Following his nose now as well as the pull on his heart, Draco walked past the Leaky Cauldron Inn and towards Madame Malkin's robe shop. She was in there, he knew it. Cautiously he pulled open the door, sniffing experimentally. Her scent swirled around him, teasing him. Encouraged, he opened the door fully and stepped inside, releasing the door to snap shut behind him. Draco's gaze swept the shop, and landed on Severus Snape, his 'godfather' as far as the humans were aware. Standing next to Severus was an angel. His angel. Laughing. With Severus. HIS.

Snarling, Draco approached the pair, his gait that of a dangerous predator. Stopping just behind his mate no longer snarling, who was facing Severus still, unaware of his presence, Draco glared at the other Veela. Severus' eyes widened fractionally and flickered between Draco and his mate, realisation dawning as he looked at Draco in askance. Draco nodded stiffly, still angry that his mate was laughing with another male, a competitor and not him.

His mate noticed his presence and turned around, startled at his closeness, and jerked backwards towards Severus. Severus, Draco noted with satisfaction, took several steps back as well, so as not to angry Draco further.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there." His mate spoke to him, a slight apologetic look on her face. Draco could only stare. She was beautiful, perfect. She had dark green eyes, (Slytherin colour, he thought smugly), and jet-black hair with a few freckles dusting her nose and cheeks. Gorgeous he mentally sighed. Almost on its own accord, his hand began reaching slowly for her face, until he changed course realising she was expecting a reply. He grasped her hand, marvelling at how small it was and how perfectly it fit in his, and lifted her hand to his lips.

"Not at all, sweetheart, the fault lies with me entirely, in standing too close." She blushed slightly at the endearment. "Draco, at your service," Forever, he added to himself, "May I ask what brings you to Madame Malkin's?" His mate smiled, and he melted a little, until she pulled her hand from his and he held back a whimper at the loss of contact.

"Zara Shadow." She said smoothly, unaware of Draco memorising every detail of her as well as her name. She glanced behind her at Severus. "Although I suppose some could argue that I'm Zara Snape."

Wait, what? She laughed. Draco blinked. He must've said that out lout without realising.

"Severus is my dad." Oh. Well now I feel like an idiot. Competition, indeed. Draco scoffed at himself. Zara, unaware of his internal mood, continued."But I only found out a little while ago, so we're still getting to know each other. I'll be starting at Hogwarts this year, as a sixth year, which is why we're here, looking for school robes. I've already been sorted, into Slytherin actually which is the same house that Dad was in when he went to Hogwarts. Still, hearing about the house qualities, I would have thought I would be in Hufflepuff or something." She laughed again, music to Draco's ears.

"I'm in Slytherin as well, maybe I could show you around sometime." He said, ignoring the annoying sound of hope in his voice and hoping Zara didn't notice. She smiled at him shyly.

"I'd like that, Draco." He savoured his name on her lips.

Then they were rudely interrupted. "Here you are, dear, your complete uniform. I do hope you enjoy Hogwarts, I know I did." Madame Malkin walked up, thrusting a pile of clothes into Zara's arms. She nodded at Severus, and then turned to Draco. "Now, Master Malfoy, what can I do for you?" Unnoticed by Draco, Zara had stiffened.

"Nothing, I'm just looking." At my mate, he continued silently. Madame Malkin smiled nervously and swiftly walked away. "Now, where were we?" He asked Zara, who frowned.

"Actually, we should get going Draco. It was nice meeting you though." With that his mate left the shop, leaving Draco staring after her, dumbfounded. He turned to Severus.

"What did I say?" Severus shrugged.

"I wouldn't take it personally, she's been through a lot. Now I should probably go after her before she gets lost." He hurried out after Zara, leaving a thoroughly confused Draco behind.

I finally find my mate and she gets suddenly offended by who knows what and leaves. Why not just stab me in the gut while you're at it?

To explain:
The entire Malfoy family are Veela, and always have been pretending to be wizards because it made things easier that way. Draco is five years older than the Marauders, but has not aged since he inherited the Veela genes at the age of 18. This is because he needs to find, mark and claim his mate (and have her accept him) before he begins to age again. Snape is also a Veela and Lily was his mate, but she rejected him and went for James instead, so he continued to age again.

I know this chapter is short, but it is just an introductory chapter, hopefully the next chapter will be longer.

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