𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓

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          𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨. The future that millions have worked their whole lives towards. A wealth more than the greatest robbers heists. And yet, the fates must be punishing her for it.

First, her father has to come to Hogwarts with her, like she needs to be on a leash. Then, he didn't let her search the train for the person she would devote her life to. And then, he has the gall not to let her search the great hall when she can practically taste her mate in the air. 

"Father, I swear, I will not pounce on my mate like a common streetwalker if you just let me go."

Her father gave her a are you sure look that just made her more agitated. 

"Father- I am a grown woman, and I have self-control. What do I have to do for you to let me meet my fucking mate!"

Lucius gave her a once over and was finally satisfied with her begging. "You may go- BUT- you must not interact with them yet. I may trust you to find them, but meeting and touching them is a different story. You find out who it is, and then after the feast, we go right to Dumbledore to get things made official. Am I clear, young lady?"

Scowling at the new leash her father has put on her, Draca stiffly nods her head. She was off with a wave of his hand, using a cloaking spell to wander the tables. 

She started- praying to her mother that it wouldn't happen- at the Hufflepuff table. Then, not as apprehensive, she did Ravenclaw. . . nothing. That only left one to go, seeing as she had already scooped out her housemates while walking in. 

Gryffindor. . . ugh fuck the fates and her life. 

However, she was still eager and practically ripping at the seams to try and find her beloved. She passed the lower years quickly to get to the uppers, slowing down around year five, then reaching six- stopping dead in her tracks.

Awe schist-

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Sitting in possibly one of the most ghastly chairs she's ever seen in the headmaster's office after the feast, Dracona Malfoy was in a slump.

There goes her chance at happiness.

Thanks for nothing, Mother.

Did the goddess of love not read any of her letters about how school was going when she was the one to ask for them? This boy was a re-occurring topic of annoyance and anger. 

She should get her mating license or something revoked. Taken away. Banished to Tarturus. 

"Ah, Harry, my boy. It's so nice of you to join us on this evening of celebration! Lemon drop?"

Draca refused to look at him, no matter how much her instincts begged her.

"No, thank you, sir." He looked around the room in confusion. Why were both the Malfoys here and looking, nervous? "What exactly is there to celebrate, sir?"

The headmaster beamed at the boy with his fake grandfatherly smile. "Why, you have been given a great honor, my boy. Dracona here has come into her Veela inheritance, and to our shock and joy, it has chosen you as her mate."