Hey, look at that! Two updates in the same day! This is because this is the last of the original chapters that I had on my computer, and I had the desire to get them done. So, here you go!

Disclaimer is in the previous chapters.

Elizabeth and Harry had helped clear the table while the Malfoy's proceeded into the common room. Elizabeth was excited and nervous to finish cleaning off the table and letting the house elves take the plates and dishes back to the kitchens. Draco had promised to show her his wings after dinner. It was after dinner. She could not help but feel giddy.

From what Hermione had told her a few years ago, when they were discussing inheritances, since Elizabeth had received hers early, she knew that a Veela's wings are kind of special. She was going to get to see Draco's, being a Veela's mate and all. Elizabeth wondered what they looked like, not really paying attention to what she was doing. This caused her to not see a chair and fall to the ground in a graceless heap. All the cups she had in her hand went flying and came smashing to the ground. Of course this alerted the men in the other room to her struggle.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked rushing over to her. There was glass everywhere, but Elizabeth seemed to be unharmed. Elizabeth stood up slowly, aware of the glass upon the ground.

"I'm alright Har," Elizabeth responded, shaking her skirt to clear any glass off of it, "there's a reason Grace isn't my middle name." Before Harry could respond, let alone breathe in, Draco had rushed into the room, right over to Elizabeth. She could hear the crunch of the glass underneath his shoes.

"Are you hurt?" Draco inquired, looking over Elizabeth for any injuries with pure concern in his eyes.

"I'm fine Dray!" Elizabeth laughed, swatting at Draco to get away. He simply ignored her and continued what he was doing.

"Lucius, get your son off of me!" Elizabeth called to the living room. She heard a chuckle, and knew she was on her own.

"Sorry, can't help you there dear!" Lucius called back. Elizabeth rolled her eyes, and put her hands on Draco's shoulders to physically move him out of the way.

"I will beat you, child, if you don't knock it off." Elizabeth threatened half-heartedly. Yes, she could be mean and get physical. No, she was not going to do it really to someone who was actually concerned about her well-being other than Harry.

"Sorry." Draco apologized, backing away. Elizabeth looked over to see his cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink.

"Is that a blush I see Draco?" Elizabeth teased. Draco's head snapped to her, a glare in her direction. This did not help, considering he was still blushing. Both Elizabeth and Harry started laughing.

"Harry, will you have the elves clean this up?" Elizabeth asked after composing herself. Harry nodded and went about, doing as he was told.

"Come on Draco," Elizabeth stated, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the stairs, "I believe you have some wings to show me." Draco did not need to be told twice; instead he returned the grip and almost starting dragging her to the stairs. Elizabeth laughed and quickly followed behind him. So, he was just as excited as she was. Draco led her upstairs and made his way towards his room. Elizabeth slowed down a bit when they entered Draco's room, taking everything. One could tell a lot about someone by what is in their room.

Draco's was a lot cleaner compared to Elizabeth's, her room looked like a clothes tornado swept through. His room also consisted of furniture in green, silver and black. A Slytherin through and through. Elizabeth's was black and everything else was a different color. She liked color and could not pick a single one. She found thought that they both had a large collection of books. Elizabeth smiled at this, none of her friends were big readers. Well, there was Hermione, but she only did it for school, and do not get her started on Harry and Ron. She read for fun, and was not ashamed of that.

"Find something interesting?" Draco drawled out, bringing Elizabeth back from her musings.

"Just noticed you have quite a lot of books." Elizabeth said simply. Draco nodded and walked to the middle of the room, then motioned for her to sit on the bed. Elizabeth smiled, walking over to the bed and flopping into the center of it.

"You sure you're ready for this?" Draco questioned, looking to Elizabeth.

"Draco, if you could have read my thoughts about five minutes ago, then you would know hell yes I'm ready!" Elizabeth exclaimed happily, she so wanted to see his wings. Although that thought wavered a bit when she noticed Draco unbuttoning his shirt. Now it was Elizabeth's turn to blush.

"What are you doing?" Elizabeth choked out, now seeing the upper half of a pale, and very toned body. Draco looked up from the buttons for a moment and smiled, well smirked.

"Right now my wings rip my shirts when I let them out. I haven't got around to fixing them or getting new ones that allow out easier and I wasn't going to rip this one as well." Draco explained, going back to the buttons. Elizabeth gulped and nodded. Draco let his shirt fall to the floor and looked up at Elizabeth. By now her face had turned a nice shade of red.

"Like what you see?" Draco teased, walking over to the end of the bed, placing his hands upon the mattress. Elizabeth looked up to his face to glare at him, the blush still not going away, no matter how hard she willed that it would. Draco laughed, while Elizabeth reached behind her and grabbed the nearest pillow. Then proceeded to whack Draco with it.

"Come on Draco. Can I see your wings now, please?" Elizabeth pouted, which worked quite well, even though she had just assaulted him with a pillow. Draco smiled and nodded, turning around, closing his eyes and taking deep breathes. Suddenly his back began to glow silver slightly, two small wing tattoos forming on his shoulder blades. Draco hissed as wings came forward, it did hurt a tad bit.

Elizabeth was speechless, for once, as she stared at the wings. They had to be at least eight feet in length, and were colored deep silver. Almost a stormy grey, but then she noticed that there was a seconded color in the feathers. Black, black so dark it looked purple was mixed in and accented the grey.

"Can I touch them?" Elizabeth asked nervously, she had heard the hiss of pain and did not know if it would hurt him as well if she touched them. Draco turned around and climbed over the end of the bed, barely giving Elizabeth time to move without being sat on.

"Sure, you are my mate. That gives you a right to touch them." Draco smiled, sliding over to sit next to Elizabeth. Elizabeth slowly and carefully reached out to stroke the nearest wing. She gave out a small gasp when she discovered it felt as soft as, in her mind, a baby bird would.

'Downy, like bird down.' Elizabeth's brain supplied in her wing induced trance.

That was the phrase Elizabeth was looking for. She let out a small giggle as she continued to stroke the wing. She stopped suddenly when she heard purring, coming from Draco. Draco was purring, like a cat. Now Elizabeth really giggled. She stroked the wings, watching Draco this time. His eyes were closed and he had a genuine smile in his face. Somewhere from in his chest he was purring.

"They're really beautiful Draco." Elizabeth admitted, staring at them in awe. She looked over again to see a slight blush upon Draco's face. Elizabeth scooted closer to Draco, leaning her head against Draco's shoulder, even there she could hear and feel Draco's purr. She felt Draco shift and wrap his arms around her waist. Elizabeth let him, she did not mind, he was not like a regular guy, he was forever.

She felt her eyes get heavier from the soothing purring and a gentle heat coming off of Draco's oh so gorgeous body. Almost as if sensing it, Draco shifted to lay down, Elizabeth in curled in front of him, his arms still around her waist. She barely noticed that Draco's wings had disappeared; she was too comfortable where she was. Instead of actually grabbing a pillow, Elizabeth simply laid her head down on Draco's chest. Draco smiled when he looked down to see Elizabeth dozing lightly on his chest. He bent his head down and kissed the crown of her head, thanking God for this wonderful creature. Yes, creature. He knew she was not fully human, he was a Veela and could smell it. Elizabeth and her pain in the butt brother, whether they knew it or not. But that was a bridge to cross another day.

Lucius smiled from in the door frame at the scene before him. The two looked so perfect together. Draco had a challenge ahead of him though; she was not a Potter for nothing. He mentally laughed at all the pranks and jokes Draco was going to endure, while bonding with her. Harry on the other hand, who had followed Lucius, wrinkled his nose at his sister. He loved her, he truly did, but that did not mean he had to like her lying in bed, asleep, next to Malfoy. She was his sister for crying out loud! Harry shook his head and walked away before the cuteness displayed in front of him made him want to gag. He trusted Elizabeth, not so much Draco. Six years of rivalry is hard to let go, but he would play nice for now, for Elizabeth's sake. Draco better hope thought that he did not screw up royally or he was going to have another new meaning of hurt.

Well, after this I have to start thinking again. Wish me luck!

As always,

R&R for a Twix

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