Pain Hurts

Prologue

5th year of Hogwarts, June 4th (Draco's 15th Birthday)

Draco was in his room pacing, his face contorted in a scowl. His large room held a queen sized bed covered in Slytherin green silk sheets, the walls a pale grey and regal; bookshelves covered a section of his walls next to his desk. Stopping in the middle of his room he sighed loudly. Only a week ago had his mother informed him of his creature blood. He couldn't understand, he always thought he was a pure-blooded Wizard, granted being a magical creature has similar status and means basically the same thing though he still couldn't wrap his head around it. The entire week he looked through the house library looking up his Veela and Vampire heritage. He knew what was going to happen next year, he also knew that he needed to find his mate lest he go insane thanks to his Veela half, he knew of the pros and cons of feeding off of certain beings and who he should feed off of first, his mother or Father, he knew practically everything one could know about it, he knew the mating rituals, how to track his mate, to open mental connections, what happens if he can't find his mate, the best way to feed, protection charms to prevent early pregnancy, how an Inheritance is supposed to feel, when it happens, etc. No matter what he still couldn't get rid of the anxiousness that's been boiling in him all day. It had gotten worse since the morning and he was frustrated he couldn't get an answer. He sat down on the edge of his bed leaning down his head in his hands, his anxiousness becoming physical pain. Gritting his teeth not wanting to scream Draco's skin began to burn, his shoulders feeling like they were trying to tear him apart. His magic swirled around him, gripping his hair Draco failed to realize his back began to bleed, the crimson liquid staining his white button up shirt beginning to stain the sheets below him. White flashed behind his silver grey eyes as the pain doubled, finally the poor boy let out an ear splitting scream his magic thrashing around the room his back arching from the sheer pain of it all. Silver-white wings sprouted from his back, his canines growing into sharp fangs. He stood up leaning against the wall gritting his teeth again as he held his head his body lengthening, growing to a good 5'11", now slightly taller than his dad, his muscles filling out and toning. His magic increased drastically and wrapped around him as he struggled to stand. His parents had just slammed the door open to see the transformation. Narcissa's hands rose to cover her mouth, Lucius held his wife close watching his son. And then everything abruptly stopped, Draco fell to the ground, knocked out from the force of his transformation before passing out.

Draco stood up taking in his surroundings; everything was pitch black, confused the teen tried to look around. Hearing a whimpering noise behind him caused the platinum blond to turn around, there sat a young boy curled up in a ball, he had bandages wrapped around his left ankle and right arm, his back shaking indicating he was crying. Realization hit Draco, he had somehow gone through his inheritance early and this boy was his mate, he just had to be. His heart clenched as he saw the boy cry out in pain his shoulders shaking from the force of his sobs, carefully Draco stepped closer, his shoes making a light tapping noise, and the closer he got the tighter the raven haired boys muscles seemed to clench as if afraid of his approach. Once close enough, Draco sat down behind him their backs touching each other's.

"What's wrong little mate?" Draco said, the boy's breath hitched in his throat at the sound of his voice and somehow he knew this being wouldn't hurt him but was there to help and protect him. With this realization he relaxed slightly and leaned his back into Draco's seeking out the comfort he instinctively knew the teen behind him would give.

This was their beginning.

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Chapter 1 (Set in the summer before 6th year)

Harry was sitting in his room staring blankly at the wall; he had just gotten home from Hogwarts a week and a half ago. His emerald eyes looked blank and dead, he hadn't gotten much sleep, the nightmares of losing Sirius to the veil constantly plaguing him, and he had yet to see his Dragon in his dreams; his Dragon, the boy who came into his life a year ago offering love and comfort. Harry's lips twitched at the memory, he knew so much of this boy, his soul mate. He knew his family was full of Death Eaters and that he was forced to take the Dark Mark not too long ago as well, he also knew that he knew who Harry was, but Harry didn't know his true given name, but the raven haired teen didn't mind, his Dragon was always there for him always offering comfort and love. It was only June 10th barely a few weeks into his summer vacation, and this year, Dumbledore had adamantly refused to let Harry spend part of it at the burrow, Voldemort's awakening and threat was the headmaster's sole reason. The old Wizard had claimed that it was safer for the young Gryffindor to remain behind the blood wards that were set up at the Drusleys'. Harry curled into himself as silent tears made their way down his face. He couldn't believe he was sent to live with his muggle family again. No matter how much he begged Dumbledore to stay somewhere else, anywhere else he just wouldn't see to reason. He didn't understand how the man could send him here year after year, didn't he know what they had done to him? Hadn't Harry told the man about the abuse several times over? And more than anything he wanted to see his Dragon soon.