A Veela's Mate || Draco Malfoy

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"You two look like you have been enjoying yourselves," Lucius said looking up at the two teens as they entered their rooms, looking windblown and happy.

"Hello father! Yes, we've been out riding with Blaise. We had a race to see whose horse was fastest and Iris's won," Draco said bounding over to the coffee table and the tray with refreshments. Pouring himself a goblet of juice, he drank from it eagerly, not pausing to breathe until he had finished.

Lucius looked over at Iris, an eyebrow raised in inquiry.

"It was my idea," Iris answered the unvoiced question. She shrugged slightly. "They were friends before I came into the picture. I'd hate for them to stop being friends because of me."

"I see. That is very mature of you," Lucius said once more thanking the deities for the kindness they had bestowed upon his son.

"Not really, I know how important friends are and how much it hurts when you loose one. Sometimes it is unavoidable and sometimes all it takes is some effort. Draco is not my slave. He is free to have whomever friends he likes." Eyeing the tray Iris changed the subject. "Are you hungry? I am starved."

"So am I," Draco piped in, pouring himself some more juice. "How about some more Italian? I'm in the mood for some pasta."

"That's fine with me, I'll just need to go and get cleaned up first," Iris nodded her agreement.

"I guess pasta it is," Lucius said with amusement to the empty room. At Iris's words Draco had rushed to his bedroom to shower and change as well, leaving the elder Malfoy alone.

"Hey dad! You are never going to believe what potion it was that Iris used when she pranked the Great Hall," Draco said eagerly once they were sitting down at the table, their plates loaded with food.

Lucius merely raised an eyebrow, it wasn't exactly a question he had lost any sleep over, but by the way Draco was fairly vibrating with excitement it must have been something spectacular that had been used. "Then why don't you spare me the effort?" he drawled with a teasing smile.

"Black Truth!" Draco crowed timing his reply to when his father put some pasta into his mouth, laughing in delight as his father promptly choked.

"Black Truth!" Lucius managed to wheeze out, grabbing for his wine glass in an effort to get his windpipe unblocked.

"Black Truth," Draco nodded in confirmation.

"Where, in Merlin's name, did you find the recipe for that thrice-cursed potion girl?" Lucius roared, turning his now blazing gaze on the brunet sitting next to his son.

Iris shrank back from the angry man, having a flashback to her uncle. The shout of 'girl' did not help her stay in the here and now. Sitting there, frozen in fear, Iris soon bolted from the room when Lucius suddenly reached out to grab her by the front of her vest.

Running into her bedroom, Iris threw up the strongest warding charms she knew before looking widely around the room. She shouldn't have run in here, now she was trapped! Cursing vehemently at her own stupidity, Iris dived into the wardrobe, slamming it shut and warding it as well. She hoped by doing so that either they didn't manage to break down the doors, leaving her alone, or that by the time they reached her they'd be exhausted and she would be able to slip past them and get away.

In the living room two blond men stared at the seat where Iris moments earlier had been seated. Then the surprise wore off and Draco rounded on his father. "What did you do that for?" he shouted incensed. "Iris didn't know the history that potion holds to our family! But thanks to her we now know who the inventor was; who it was that used that thing to spike those drinks, and you will never guess who it was! Montgomery Black! Which means that the Blacks owe us retribution! And that is why I brought it up, because this means we will be able to take an even more effective revenge on mum than just kicking her out of the family! But you had to scare Iris off with your display! How could you?" Draco screamed, his worry for his mate overriding everything else.