"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

Draco Malfoy is a veela. He has to keep this a secret, but more importantly he has to find his mate. From the moment his inheritance kicks in at seventeen, the more time he spends without his mate, the more pain he will endure. I know this is a really crap description but the story itself will be better I promise!