Trigger warning: Neglect, abuse, rape, death Draco was always looking forward to getting his inheritance, so as soon as he could. He loved the idea of having a mate, and could feel a very strong pull towards his mate. Harry had unknowingly gone through his inheritance in first year, although Dumbledore had stopped it from being noticeable. His summer had been the worst possible, until he was rescued in a drugged haze, when his whole life changed. Due to request of readers this is an angst fic, and I do not plan to go lightly, so be warned. Cover is not my artwork.