Draco Malfoy sat up on his enormous king sized bed as he listened to the footsteps racing through the manor and up the stairs, his new wings raised impressively behind him. After a minute, his mother raced in. When she caught sight of him, her eyes widened happily, and she rushed forward to give her son a hug.
"Oh Draco!" She sobbed joyfully, tears leaking from her eyes as she smiled. "Look at you! A full veela! And a dominant too! Just look at those wings!" She clutched her son tightly, knowing how big of an occasion this was. After a moment she leaned back, giving her son some more space to breathe. Draco smiled at the affection, and preened, showing off the aforementioned wings.
He suited being a veela, he could tell. His white-gold hair was silky smooth – even more so than before – and his skin was even more satiny and he seemed to emit a soft glow. His grey eyes were now vivid, like molten silver, and he was taller now, probably just over 6 foot. But, his favourite part of him since the transformation, was the magnificent white wings arching out from his back.
There were other things that had happened thanks to the transformation too – his vision was better, and he could sense the new bond to his mate – but those wouldn't be visible to an outsider.
Narcissa raised her wand, and wordlessly summoned a stack of books. "Draco, as a submissive myself, I can't give you much in the way of training, but I suggest you read these." She told him. Draco nodded, smiling, and Narcissa rose, and left the room.
Draco pulled out one of the books and settled down to read.
~oOo~
Harry was still sitting on his bed, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for Ron and Hermione to respond. He needed answers, and he needed them as soon as possible.
He sighed in relief as Hedwig soared through the open window with a note. Harry untied it quickly, skimming it. All it said was
"Harry- Floo over to our new cottage. We are going to find out what's happened."
Harry rushed over to his floo, and muttered the name of the house, making sure to speak clearly – he was not making that mistake again. Within seconds, he shot out of their fireplace to find Ron and Hermione both sitting on the couch in their pyjamas.
As he stood up, looking at them almost shyly, hermione smacked herself on the forehead. "Of course! I'll be right back Harry!" Before rushing off somewhere, probably to her personal library.
Ron stood up and went over to Harry. He was surprisingly intimidating now, especially considering that he was almost a foot taller than Harry now. Some instinct in Harry caused him to take a step back as Ron approached. Ron stopped, noticing this. "Mate… What the fuck happened?" Ron asked in disbelief. Hary chuckled, humourlessly. "Honestly, I don't have a fucking clue."
At this point Hermione raced back into the room, holding not one, but three books. "Harry, you're a veela!" She exclaimed, gasping for breath. Harry and Ron both shared a confused look. "Yeah, but aren't veela like… girls?" Hermione shook her head.
"That's the thing, in your common veela species they are, but when veela and humans started procreating, an entirely new species was created, they're more like humans."
When Harry still looked befuddled, Hermione sighed, and hefted one of the books onto her coffee table. "Read this."
Veela Ad Amandum
There is a second type of veela, a cousin of the better known Veela Antiquorum. These are called Veela Ad Amandum. This type of veela is born as a human, and when the submissive mate (see page 58) becomes 19, both veela come of age and complete a transformation into a fully fledged Veela Ad Amandum. Once completing the transformation(see page 45), both dominants and submissives share a few key traits that set them apart from Veela Antiquorem. One is that, while they cannot turn into bird-like forms, both dominants and submissives have wings, though they differ from each other. Another is that this type of veela can be male or female, and their gender does not affect their role as dominant or submissive. Veela Ad Amandum also have predestined life mates, one of which is the submissive, and one of which is dominant. The final main difference which is shared by both mates, is the reactions to copper, which is dangerous to this type of veela.
"See?" Hermione said, triumphantly. "Harry must be a Veela Ad Amandum!" Harry nodded slowly, processing the words of both the book and of his friend.
"So I am a Veela Ad Amandum and somewhere I have a submissive mate…" Harry mused. It didn't sound too bad.
But then Hermione cleared her throat, looking apologetic. "Harry, I think you might be a submissive…" She said softly.
Harry spluttered indignantly. "No! I'm not the kind of person who would do what a person says… and stuff…"
Hermione shook her head impatiently. "Harry, you must be, it all checks off, look." She flicked through the book, settling on page 58.
Submissives and Dominants
There are key differences between Submissives and Dominants, which help them fit effectively as a pair. These include:
Role
· D: To protect the Submissive
· S: To make the Dominant happy
Instincts
· D: Fight
· S: Flight
(Note: These instincts are increased in mating season (See page 104)
Powers
· D: Control over fire
· S: Control over wind
Obligations
· D: To protect the Submissive whenever they are in danger using The Bond Line (See page 72)
· S: To follow the orders of the Dominant when the Dominant uses the Alpha Voice (See page 73)
Wings
· D: Large, can only be hidden with illusion spells
· S: Smaller, retractable
Allure
· D: Similar to Veela Antiquorem, it makes people want to impress them.
· S: Makes people overly affectionate or cuddly towards them
Reaction to Copper
· D: Drains their power and energy
· S: Hurts them when in contact with it
Ron grimaced as he leant over Harry's shoulder to read it. "It does sound like you mate."
Harry huffed. "Name one instance where that applies to me." He challenged, stubbornly.
"Well, apart from your smaller wings, earlier when I stepped towards you, you stepped away." Ron said, eyebrows raised.
"That's just me being on edge from the war…" Harry mumbled defiantly.
Hermione sighed at the boys. "We could try and test it Harry, we could try using the Alpha voice on you." She suggested. "It might not work because Ron and I are human, but still." Harry considered it, and eventually shrugged. It either wouldn't work, or wouldn't affect him.
"Right." Hermione said, slightly nervously. "It says we need to speak clearly, and mean it, whilst making it clear it is not optional." She looked up at Ron for support, who just shrugged. "Ok, umm, here we go." Hermione mumbled. "Harry, sit down."
Nothing.
"Harry, sit down."
Again, nothing. "See, I told you, I'm not a sub-" At this point, Ron cleared his throat and loudly said
"Harry, Sit. Down." And Harry, to everyones surprise, dropped to the floor cross legged.
"Shit, no, I won't be a FUCKING submissive-" Harry shouted from the floor. Hermione tried to interject, but Harry cut her off "No Hermione-" Ron just rolled his eyes.
"Shut up for a minute Harry, and let Hermione talk." Again Harry immediately shut his mouth, glaring at Ron, who had the decency to look sheepish. "Shit sorry mate, that was an accident."
Hermione just continued. "It's interesting that you responded to Ron though. Clearly your instincts recognise Ron as Alpha-like and me as more submissive. That would explain you stepping away from him earlier."
When Hermione finished speaking there was an awkward kind of pause, until Harry loudly said "Sixty!" When the others looked confused Harry rolled his eyes "Ron told me to shut up for a minute. Duh." Hermione looked intrigued at this while Ron just looked amused. Harry tried to pull himself off the floor, but his legs wouldn't budge. "This is so unfair." Harry groaned.
"Ok but it's funny though." Ron said. "Hey wait. Harry, Jump!" Harry did so, glaring at Ron.
"Ron I swear to Merli-"
"Harry, do an interpretive dance." Ron guffawed with laughter as Harry twirled around the room, and even Hermione had to supress a giggle. However, Ron did have to tell Harry to stop when he knocked over an ornament and accidentally stood on one of the broken pieces. Hermione sighed as she fixed the vase and Harry's bleeding foot.
"Harry touch your nose." Said Ron enthusiastically. Nothing. "Harry touch your nose…" Ron said hesitantly. When nothing happened, harry laughed triumphantly, pulled out his wand and performed a silencio on Ron.
"I should go, but can I take any of those books with me Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, take these two, this one is factual and this one is about being a submissive veela." Harry nodded, grabbed the books and waved to his friends, one of whoam was giving him the middle finger and one of whom was rifling through another book, before stepping through the floo.
However, when Harry arrived home, he remembered one of the things written in the book.
"Wait, Mating Season?!"
