Veela (Drarry fanfic)

Chapter one

A/N in this story, the first time Harry destroyed Voldemort as a baby, he was destroyed forever.

Draco Malfoy was a veela. He knew this from the moment he was able to understand his father's warnings. The only problem was, he couldn't tell a soul. This wouldn't be a problem, except if he couldn't tell anyone, his mate would never know who he was.

Every veela has a mate. From the moment they look into their eyes after their inheritance kicks in, they know they're bound to them forever. If they never find their mate, each day will become harder and harder to endure until they can't endure it any more. If they found they're mate, but were rejected, they would die within twenty-four hours.

Draco was asleep on the morning of his seventeenth birthday, when he was awoken by a sharp jab in his stomach. It became more and more painful, until he could have sworn he was being stabbed with a dagger. After a few seconds which took far too long to pass, the pain disappeared. Draco new exactly what it was. It was his inheritance.

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Draco was different. Harry could tell from the moment he saw him on the train. Draco hadn't seen him, but this was normal. Harry was almost embarrassed to admit how much time he spent secretly looking at Draco.

But this year he was different. He had a different aura about him, like he had grown up over the summer. He was significantly taller. His hair was slightly longer. His jawline was more pronounced. And his eyes...

Harry shook his head and looked back at his girlfriend. She was so close to him, practically on his lap. Harry had to restrain from pushing her away. Harry did love Ginny, of course he did, she was the perfect girlfriend, but sometimes... Sometimes Harry felt that he just didn't want a girlfriend. And then when these thoughts began invading his mind he began to look at boys. He looked at them the same way he look at Cho in fifth year, and then at Ginny when they first started going out. That scared him. It scared him because the chosen one, the boy who lived, couldn't be gay! It scared him because there was one boy he found himself looking at more than the others. And that boy was the one boy he couldn't like! Draco bloody Malfoy.