Title: My Heart's Desire
By: HelloMoto
A/N- I do not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does. Thats why she's rich. Duh. This fic is AU.
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Hogwarts smells the exact same it did a year ago when I finally graduated, after seven years of hard work and study. My boots make a sharp snap with every footstep and I can hear my cloak swoosh as I turn the last corner leading to Dumbledore's office. I'm surprised to see that the gargoyle has already moved aside, but I'm even more surprised to see Severus Snape waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
"Ah! Draco, you're finally here. Took your bloody time, I might add. Come on then, mustn't keep the Headmaster waiting." My godfather looks just as glum and unpleasant as always. Yay. I can already tell this meeting is going to be gobs of fun. Notice the sarcasm.
Severus walks right in, not even knocking. Luckily, the headmaster appears to be full dressed and in a particularly good mood, his light blue eyes twinkling madly. I am surprised, yet again, to see the Golden Trio sitting in three of the five over stuffed arm chairs infront of Dumbledore's desk. I smirk at Potter before sneering at Weasel and the mudblood. I breifly notice that their holding hands and try, unsuccessfully, to not gag. I drop lightely into the chair furthest from the dream team and lean back, settling in for whatever it is Dumbledore has planned.
"First of all, hello to you all! I'm so glad to see that you're all doing so well! And congratulations on the wedding Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley. Now, down to business. I called you all here for a reason. Draco, I believe you've recently come into your...unique inheritance."
"Yes, sir, I have." Dumbledore sat for a moment, staring at me, before breifly letting an exasperated expression flicker across his wrinkled face.
"And what inheritance might that be, my boy?" I sighed. Loud.
"I'm a bloody Veela." Which you already knew, you old coot!
"Yes, a Veela. And what, pray tell, do Dominate Veela need to survive?" I furrowed my brow, wondering what this could have to do with Potter and his faithful sidekicks.
"A mate, of course. Dumbledore, what does this have to do with anything?" I didn't know my voice could sound quite that mocking! Yay me!
"We're getting there, Mr. Malfoy. Have patience."
"No thank you."
"I just have one more question, how does a Veela go about finding out who their mate is?" Don't ignore my sarcasm! Be offended, damn it!
"By physical touch. Not necessarily sexual touching, although sex will be necessary for the bonding." Dumbledore nodded for a moment before grinning and standing up, slowly moving around his large desk.
"I've got a treat for you, my boy! You can thank me later." By now, even Potter and his friends seemed a little worried. "You see, I was having tea with Sybil the other day when, suddenly, she went all stiff and started muttering in a voice that most certainly wasn't hers! To my endless shock, she spoke of Mr. Malfoy here and his most surprising mate."
This revelation was met with silence. I glanced over at Severus, not quite believing what I had just heared. Severus looked slightly angry and very, very bored. But Dumbledore wasn't done.
"I realized that you would most likely never guess who your mate was, so I decided to take matter into my own hands. Now, if I could please have Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Malfoy all come and stand befor me, please. Hurry now, lets get this all sorted out."
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A/N- Three guesses who Draco's mate is, and the first two don't count! This is sort of a filler chapter, but it's necessary for Draco and his mate to get together. And have sex. Lots and lots of sex. Go review. Give me feed back so I can post the next chapter! Go already!