Chapter 5

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Draco wasn't sure where he was, but there was lots of sand. His arm hurt, and he was pretty sure it was broken or something. He'd apparated with his chair; it him him pretty hard when he landed.

He couldn't believe what his father had done to him. How could he?

Bear children? Him? No... For Voldemort...?

He shuddered at the thought, and he could feel his magic pulse through his haze of emotions. He wasn't sure how much more of his life he could take. He was moved from his home, removed from the magical world. He was thrust into muggle school, into muggle America, into a muggle house. He was put into a wheel chair; he was made sickly. He just found out he was the soulmate of a wolfshifter, and to top it all off... He was given a potion that would allow him to get pregnant.

Anything else fate wanted to throw at him?

"Draco?" an all too familiar voice called.

Great... Yeah, just who he wanted to see. "Don't come any closer!" he called out.

His magic was going haywire. Why did his life have to be so complicated?

He was hated at Hogwarts. Harry fucking Potter beat him at every-fucking-thing. He didn't have any real friends. His father and Severus were all he had, and he had just found out that they'd kept something from him. They had promised to never keep anything from him.

"Draco?" the voice called again.

Dammit... He can't see me like this... At least now he didn't have to wonder what was wrong with him when Jacob was around. He was in love or some shit like that.

The wizard looked around hurriedly for his chair and reached for it.

Jacob could see pretty well in the dark, in fact all of them could. However, sand was flying everywhere, like a huge wind storm had suddenly started, and he couldn't see a damn thing. He could smell though and hear. He could smell his mate, and he would bet his life that he had heard him speak.

"I think he's up ahead," Sam said, running beside his second in command.

All of the wolves could make out a shape, but before the image could clear to them, there was a loud pop-sound. They all dropped to the ground out of fear of being shot.

"Draco!" Jacob yelled, standing back up almost instantly after hitting the ground. He ran towards where the image had been, noticing that the sand had stopped flying and he could see again.

Nothing was there...

"Where is he?" Seth questioned, reaching the spot second. He had less caution in him then the rest of the pack, and while Jake had risked a shot out of worry, Seth probably risked it because one of his idols had.

Jacob bent down and looked at the sand. "He's not here," he answered. But something had been here, and the scent of Draco still lingered strongly, as if he had just left. The sand was torn up and were those tire treads...?

Jacob smelled Sam and the others before he heard them approach. Sam knelt down beside the younger wolf. "I think there's more to your mate than meets the eye," he said, squeezing Jacob's shoulder.

My thoughts exactly...

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This time when Draco landed, he landed softly in his bed in the muggle house. He grabbed his wand off the side table and healed his arm, which had in fact been broken. He then sat up as best as he could without the use of his legs and set about a dozen different locking charms on his door. He even put wards around his entire room. He would not see his father or anyone else until he stopped hating the world... which would probably take a while.

Yes, he was being childish. But you know what? He deserved it! He had lost his childhood to the Dark Lord and his hold over the Malfoy family. He had done whatever his father and mother had asked of him. He became the perfect son. He could remember wishing they could do family things like all of the other kids talked about, but then he remembered never asking even once. He had never been selfish when it came to his family, and now he wanted to make up for it.

So, his damn father could see him again when he was good and fucking ready!

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Jacob was waiting in front of the school again. He was debating whether or not to question Draco about the night before. He decided one of two things was going on: one, he was crazy and his imprint was so strong that his entire pack could smell and hear Draco even when he wasn't actually there like Jacob possibly had. Or two, Draco had his own secrets much like Jacob's. The wolf wasn't sure what Draco could be hiding, in fact he had no idea at all what it could be, but he preferred it to being crazy.

The ringing of the schoolbell caught him off gaurd.

What? Was that the bell? But... Draco isn't here yet.

Had he missed Draco? Had the blonde gotten here really early, and was he possibly already waiting in the classroom? Jacob looked around, just to make sure. Nope, Draco wasn't out here.

Then he must be inside.

Jacob walked hurriedly to their first class, still no Draco.

Worry began to gnaw at him.

But hey! Maybe he was really tired, after all, he was sick. Yeah... there was nothing to worry about.

With a calming breath, Jacob took his seat and tried to concentrate on the teacher and not the empty space that had been filled just the day before.

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Draco just stared at the ceiling; he'd been doing it all night. He hadn't slept a bit. There was just way too much on his mind.

The biggest issue though, that he had with everything, was not that he was the soulmate of another male, or that he was in a wheelchair for the time being, or that he was in muggle America, or even that he'd been given a potion so he could possibly bear the heir of the Dark Lord. No, his issue was with the fact that his father and godfather hadn't felt the need to tell him.

In what universe, in what world, did they think it would be okay not to tell Draco what they'd done to him? He would have understood. He wouldn't have even minded, especially if it meant that his family would be safe from the Dark Lord's wrath. He knew that his father probably had no choice, just like Severus probably had no choice to make the potion. They did, however, have the choice to tell Draco about it... and they had chosen not to. They had chosen to keep it from him even after promising not to do so. They were allowed to keep secrets when he was just a boy, but he wasn't one anymore. And they had no right to keep this from him.

Their betrayal was what bothered him the most.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes and tried to lose himself in the land of sleep. It didn't work. He was wide awake.

He decided to think about... his... mate...

It was an odd thought. Mate? Him? Yeah, definitely weird, but the more he thought about it the less it seemed odd. He couldn't deny that Jacob was good looking, incredibly handsome actually. He was tall and muscular, with dark skin and warm dark eyes; not the type Draco had ever imagined himself with, but it could work. Well, obviously it would work because they were soulmates, but regardless... He decided that it would work.

The large boy was kind and smart; it seemed that everyone loved him, his friends at least. All the other students tended to give him and his large friends a wide girth. Draco assumed it was probably because the large boys were very intimidating to a lesser person. Draco wasn't intimidated by them at all; he really did intend on beating that Paul guy's ass.

But first he had to walk again, and he could only do that by working the potion out of his system...

What better time then the present?

If he couldn't sleep, and he wasn't going to leave his room until he'd punished his father and Severus enough, then he might as well begin his physical therapy.

Goal one: wiggling his toes.

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The more time that passed, and the more empty spaces that met Jacob, the more he freaked out. He was a mess after his final class and he had yet to see Draco all day. He was trying not to imagine his mate lifeless and cold, but it was hard. What his mate okay? Was he dead? Was he hurt? Was he dead? Did it feel this awful when the other members of his pack went a day without seeing their mate? Was he dead?

"Woah, Jake," a voice said, coming up behind him, "You look like shit."

Jacob turned with a growl, fighting off the urge to bite his friend's head off. "Go away Paul."

"Okay," Paul said in a superior tone, "I guess I'll just take this homework to Draco's house myself." And he began to walk off. He didn't make it very far because he was tackled to the ground.

"Homework?" Jacob questioned, feeling like an idiot. Why hadn't he thought about that? "Where'd you get it?"

Paul shrugged Jacob off of him and stood up, dusting himself off. "I was walking by the office when the principal grabbed me and shoved this shit into my hands. He told me to give this to you since you and the albino have the same classes." He thrust the folder into Jake's hands. "He said the teachers said you'd been a big help to albino yesterday so he thought he should let you contiue blah blah blah and take this to his house. Here's the address."

Jacob could have kissed Paul, then and there, in front of everyone that was still milling about. But then he decided that he'd rather kiss a rabied bear, so instead he grabbed Paul into a bone-crushing bear-hug and offered him the world's largest smile. "You have got to be the greatest guy on the reservation."

Paul swatted him away, trying not to be amused. "Yeah, yeah, take albino his homework. Wouldn't want him to fail his third day of classes," he finished with a roll of his eyes.

Jacob grabbed him in another hug for good measure before releasing him. Hell yes!

He once again had a perfectly good reason to see Draco without seeming like a freak! He couldn't believe his luck! Hopefully, all his worrying had been in vain, and Draco was perfectly fine.

He could have skipped to his house to grab his Rabbit, he was that happy.

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"Draco?"

The blonde looked at his door; well, he glared at the door. "Got some more secrets you'd like to reveal now Father?" he questioned. "Well, I do not wish to hear it. Shove off."

He concentrated on his feet again.

Lucius sighed from the other side of the door and turned to Severus. The potions master decided that his friend had never looked so pitiful. His hair was disheveled and his grey-blue eyes were shining with tears that he would not shed. His lip was even trembling.

"Now, now, Lucius," Severus said, putting an arm around his friend's shoulders and ushering him away from his son's room, "I told you to give him time. Certainly you didn't expect him to be perfectly fine with everything over night, did you?"

Lucius shook his head. He sighed and undid the tie in his hair. "You're right," he said, redoing his hair perfectly. "He knows how sorry I am, how sorry we are. He'll come around."

Severus nodded and smiled. "Exactly; you'll see."

They were in the living room when the doorbell rang. They shared confused looks.

"The wards aren't on alert, so it's not an enemy," Lucius said, walking to the door. He looked through the little peephole and gasped. "It's the wolshifter," he exclaimed quietly, surprised.

"Well," Severus began, "He's probably worried about Draco, after all he hasn't seen him all day. He doesn't know that he's just being stubborn in his room; he most likely thinks something bad has happened."

Lucius composed himself and pulled the door open. "Who are you and what do you want?" he questioned sternly.

Jacob didn't know what he had been expecting when he reached his mate's house, but the rather plain and ugly decor certainly wasn't it. He imagined Draco in a palace, somewhere large and clean and shiney. He saw Draco as someone that deserved nice things and had them. He didn't think Draco would live in a house that looked poorer and uglier than his own, but it made him feel better. Now, maybe Draco wouldn't be put off when Jacob finally got him to his house on the Reservation!

The man who answered the door was the man that had to be Draco's father. He was definitely shorter than Jacob, but he found himself intimidated by the man. His girlish hair and blue-grey eyes should have made him seem angelic, but he came off as a hard ass in Jacob's opinion. He was beautiful like his son, and their voices were similar... All in all, Jacob couldn't say that he didn't like the man, but then he couldn't say that he was excited about meeting him either.

He held a hand out awkwardly. "I'm Jacob Black; I'm in Draco's class. I brought this for him because he missed school today. Is he here?"

Lucius just looked at the hand before he patted it gently. "Of course my son is here silly boy, where else would he be?" He gestured for the large boy to enter. "I'm Lucius Malfoy, please, come in."

Jacob discovered that he was completely wrong about his mate's house, and completely right when he imagined his mate's house. The outside was hideous, but the inside...? It was fit for royalty. The couches looked plush and expensive; the floor shown; it was completely spotless; and it was huge.

He knew he must have been gawking like an idiot with his mouth hanging open and everything, but damn!

"What's wrong boy?" the blonde man questioned, "Haven't you been in a house before?"

Jacob flushed in embarassment and tried to cover it up with a chuckle. "Not one as nice as this," he replied, looking around some more. "It doesn't look this big from the outside."

Lucius clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't be foolish," he said, shooting an amused look to Severus. "Now, I believe you said you have something for my son?"

"Oh yes," Jacob agreed, holding the folder out. "It's just the work that he missed. He's alright, isn't he?"

Severus spoke up this time, making his presence known. "He's perfectly fine," he answered, "He just didn't have too good of a night." He offered a hand. "And I believe I met you earlier, Jacob Black. Call me Professor Snape."

"Professor? What do you do?"

"I teach, of course," Severus replied, shaking the boy's hand. "When these two Malfoys aren't causing me any trouble, I try to inspire the minds of young students back home. However," he continued shooting a look to Lucius, "You may discover that the Malfoys are quite troublesome."

May discover? More like is discovering... Jacob decided there was something big he was missing.

Lucius rolled his eyes. "Ignore this fool," he said. "We are not troublesome. However, my son is angry with me right now and will not come out of his room. It may be best for you to leave, seeing as how he-"

"Father!" Draco's voice boomed through the house as if from a P.A. system, "I'm mad at you. Not Jacob. Please tell him he's free to come up here if he wishes."

Well, that was conveniant, having a P.A. system... Just how much money did these people have? What the hell had he gotten himself into? Who were these people?

"Um..." Jacob began, looking between the two men, "I do wish to see him. Where is he?"

With a sigh, Lucius told the large boy where to go; he and Severus watched him disappear up the stairs.

"You think Draco is going to tell him what he is?" Severus questioned.

"I think Draco will hide it until Jacob tells his secret first," Lucius replied.

"I don't know..." Severus trailed off, "Draco has a lot of stuff that he needs to get off his chest."

Lucius smirked. "Is that a bet my old friend?"

"He's your son, Lucius; I have a feeling you know him better than I do... But I do think that this time I may be right."

"You're on Severus," the blonde smiled, holding out his hand. "And when we discover that Draco didn't tell Jacob he's a wizard until after he was informed of the wolfshifters, then you shall be my servant for a week. I've missed having everything done for me."

Severus shook his head and grabbed his friend's hand. "That Malfoy arrogance will be your downfall, Lucius. When Draco vents out his thoughts, before Jacob tells him about being a wolfshifter, you shall attend the next Order meeting with bright pink hair." He enjoyed the horrified look that Lucius shot at him.

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Draco wasn't sure why he was so willing to let Jacob in his room, especially since he still hated the world, but why fight the inevitable? Sooner or later, he and Jacob would be really close, why not start trying to break the ice now?

Plus... he had something to show that he thought Jacob might enjoy to see. He was certainly proud of it!

He looked to his door when it opened and one very large boy walked in, closing it behind him. He looked a little awkward, but he was smiling. "Hello, Draco!" he exclaimed. "Missed you at school today."

"It was only one day," Draco replied. "What are you doing here?"

Jacob held up the folder he'd been carrying. "This is the work you missed; thought I'd be a good friend and bring it to ya."

"You're a pretty clingy friend," Draco teased, "For just having met me."

Jacob flushed. "Oh... well..." Oops. What am I supposed to say? "Sorry?"

Draco laughed; it was fun teasing the big guy. "Don't worry about it," he said, "I don't have any friends that would bring me my work. Thank you."

They just looked at each other for a moment. Jacob looked him up and down as he lay on the bed. He decided that his mate was very beautiful. Pale skin... Blonde hair... Long limbs... Silver eyes... Beautiful. Draco watched Jacob check him out, wondering when they would swap secrets. When would Jacob feel the need to tell him what they were? As long as he didn't try to hide it forever, Draco could wait.

"Hey," Draco began, drawing Jacob's attention away from checking him out, "Can I show you something?" He patted the empty space next to him on the bed. "Sit."

Jacob listened obediantly, sitting next to his mate on the incredibly comfy bed.

Draco smiled, "Now watch." He pointed down to his feet, which Jacob watched intently... and he wiggled his toes.

Jacob lit up like a Christmas tree. "Wow!" he exclaimed, "That's amazing!"

Draco was just as excited. "I know! I've been working on it all day! If I keep going, at this rate I'll be able to walk again soon!" He knew Jacob would like that. His face kind of hurt though, he wasn't used to smiling so much. He might as well get used to it though; he had a feeling that pretty soon it would be hard not to smile around his 'mate'. He felt like he had two different personalities, one with Jacob and one with everyone else. His Jacob personality was turning him into a mushy romantic who smiled a lot... He wasn't sure how much he liked that idea.

Before he could contemplate it more though, he felt a familiar warmth from his nose.

"Dammit," he cursed, reaching to cover his nose.

"Woah!" Jacob exclaimed, looking around for something to staunch the flow of blood. There was nothing; he looked down at his shirt... It was old, and it was for a good cause... "Here," said as he removed his shirt, suddenly glad that he hadn't gotten it dirty or sweaty. Hey, it was better than nothing.

Draco looked at it, horrified at first, but he grabbed it reluctantly after deciding that it was his own clothes or this old ratty shirt. "Thanks," he mumbled through the fabric, which smelled oddly nice.

Jacob smiled brightly. "Anytime," he said with a laugh. "I'm just glad that you're not freaking out like yesterday! You had me worried!"

Draco 'hmphed'. "I wasn't freaking out," he said, "I was merely caught off gaurd from the blood dripping down my face."

Jacob still smiled. "It sounded like you were freaking out to me..." He looked at him quizzically. "You've never had a nosebleed before?"

"Not until yesterday," Draco replied, staring up at the ceiling, leaning his head back. "I haven't always been sick, and I'm not the type to let a punch land on my face. Now, I've given a bloke a nosebleed before... I think I broke his nose." He chuckled slightly; it had felt good to give Potter a bloody face. It served him right anyways... trying to nose around in other people's business! It was just irritating; Draco was surprised no one had hit him before.

To say Jacob was surprised was an understatement. "You say that like you got into a lot of fights," he said, looking at his mate in a new light.

"I wouldn't say a lot," Draco said, flushing, "I mean... You should have seen this guy! Popular as hell with a hero complex... He chose the wrong guy to mess with that day." He hadn't meant to come off as a barbarian to Jacob...

"Wow," Jacob said, in awe, "You beat him up? And you've never let a punch land on your face? Really?"

"Of course not," Draco said, puffing up in pride, "I have a black belt in multiple forms of martial arts. Don't you remember me saying I was going to kick Paul's ass? I was being serious; he's a prat."

Jacob couldn't believe. Was it possible to imprint on the same person twice? Because it once again felt like the universe was aligned perfectly and everything was beyond amazing. The thought of Draco putting up a fight... It was sexy as hell...

That's not a safe train of thought... "You do martial arts?"

Draco nodded, pulling the shirt from his face. "Has it stopped?" he questioned, making the most adorable face when he tried to look down.

Jacob laughed and shook his head. "I think it's about to." He pushed the blonde's hand back to his nose.

Draco sighed, and leaned his back again. "I've had a few anger issues in the past," he said, "So I started martial arts to exercise it out. I really enjoyed it so I became the best. I told you, I haven't always been sick."

"That's really cool," Jacob said. "The only fighting exercise I get is little scuffles when my buddies eat all the food or something."

"No vampires to fight?" Draco let out, not even thinking about it.

"What?" Jacob exclaimed, surprised.

Draco's eyes widened. Oops... I don't know about that yet... "Oh..." He said, quickly, "Didn't you say your family descended from wolves? And that they fought the 'cold ones'? Aren't the cold ones vampires? Or did I guess wrong? I guess I did. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to; it was just a joke," he finished. Nice save. Way to go Draco.

Jacob looked at him for a moment, still surprised. His mate knew... but he thought it was a joke? Hmm... "Don't worry about it..." he finally said. "I'm shocked you remembered the story; for some reason people tend to forget it cuz they think it's boring. How's your nose?"

Draco sighed in relief. It was too soon in their blooming relationship to drop any of the big bombs that needed to be dropped. When Jacob tells him he's a wolfshifter, then he'll be obligated to tell him that he's a wizard... Which he wasn't sure he wanted to do. The wizarding world wasn't nothing but magic; it was dark, especially now with the Dark Lord on a rampage. Call him crazy, but Draco had a fear that revealing himself and his father would some how draw out the Dark Lord... which was entirely plausible; it could happen.

He was anxious to see what fate had in store for them.

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SasunaruTLA: Well... Here ya go! And I wanted to have a big blow up scene on the beach where Jacob discovers that Draco is magical. It was gonna be pretty wicked! Sadly... someone pointed out that I shouldn't move it too quickly! So I'll just have an even bigger blowout later! woot

And sadly I don't know how soon the next update will be out! School starts back in like two days and I have five courses of advanced studies... so my time gets pretty cramped with homework and essays *shudder*

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