Silver Dragon's Mate

Chapter III

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." - Maya Angelou

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Well?" Mr. Zinkoff rose an eyebrow at him. "Do you understand?" he asked.
Draco didn't know how to reply. The pain in his stomach had started to bubble again and he and no idea what was going on. For a moment he could see birds flying around his head and he could swear one of them had determined to drill and hole into his cranium.

Mr. Zinkoff hummed "maybe should discuss this tomorrow when you're well rested." He suggested. Draco could barely manage to nod. Mr. Zinkoff placed a hand on his shoulder "I suggest you lie on your stomach it will help with your new wings when start to grow. Anyway try to get some rest." He said and then left Draco alone.

Draco laid back against his cushions and tried to think of anything except pain. He gazed up at the white ceiling. What else could he do? After a moments draco finally decided to sleep he rolled over onto to his as Mr. Zinkoff had advised and fell asleep.

When Draco woke up he didn't feel any pain he was glad for that though there was an unusual weight on his shoulders. Nothing too uncomfortable but it was unfamiliar. He turned his head and found an house-elf on the verge of falling asleep sitting on a chair beside him.

"Poppy?" He called the elf, his voice cracking. The elf jumped awake.

"is master ok? Does master need something? Poppy didn't mean to fall asleep." The house-elf frantically apolozised though didn't hit herself. Draco had made sure to teach his elves that they were not allowed to harm themselves.

"no. I don't need anything but why are you here?" He asked.

"does master not remember? Master was screaming in pain last and master grew wings." Poppy explained. Draco turn to see that their a pair of wings on his back. He tried to control his muscles and fold them forwards.

"where is mother?" He asked. Surely his mother must have here if he was screaming. "mistress was here the whole night. Poppy asked her to go bed when master stopped screaming. Mistress is very tired. Poppy will not wake her." Poppy stated.

"No don't wake her. Inform Mr. Zinkoff I would like to meet right away." Draco ordered the house-elf.

There was a lot of work for Draco to do that he move around maybe even fly. He ran a finger along the length of his wings. The longer he stared at them the more familiar they become. The combination of white and grey.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"wings can be brought out by will." Mr. Zinkoff explained. " though they sometimes sprout out when your mate make skin contact." He added

" With any kind of skin contact?" Draco asked.

"no, only intimate contact. Anyway wings are very fragile and any harm to them will heal fast but will cause unbearable pain." He said.

Draco carefully paid attention to the other veels's words. He wanted to learn everything about his changed anatomy and heightened senses.

"it is important that you avoid any kind of conflict." The other veela said.

"why so Mr. Zinkoff?" He asked.

"please call me Alexander. Veela are known for their anger. We have the ability to shoot balls of fire from our palms when us or our mates are threatened." Alexander said.

" You will experience a lot of things changing in your body most of the things are their so you can easily your mate but they will remain forever." He continued to explain Draco about the things he will feel when around his mate and how he need to mark her before he turned 19 or he would die.

" There is nothing that could change that?" Draco inquired.

"I am afraid not." Alexander replied.