My Mate
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Ginny
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Adult +
Chapters:
35
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19,021
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82
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I'm a What???
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, but they’re fun to play with!!!
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My Mate
Draco’s veela instincts surface and he is driven when he smells his mate
Chapter One: I’m a what???
Draco Malfoy took a couple deep breaths and shattered his wine glass in the fireplace
with a violent flinging of his arm.
How dare his father not tell him about his Veela heritage?
How dare he keep something from him that was so vital to his future?
He could tell from the pained look on his mother’s face that she had wanted to tell him,
but Lucius had prevented it.
“Very nice of you to keep this from me.”
“You didn’t need to know. I am only telling you now because I have noticed a difference
in your…aura…or attitude perhaps, and it might be the veela blood. If nothing had changed,
I would not have found it necessary to tell you.”
“You don’t think that something this important should have been explained to me before
now so I could get used to the situation?”
“I will not repeat myself or defend my reasoning with you. Given your complete lack of responsibility…”
“My what? I am not lacking in responsibility. Did I not start working for you in the business?
I have done everything you wanted to prepare me for my responsibilities. If anything, father,
you have not given them to me. I am not a child anymore and I don’t need you to run my life for me.”
“That is enough out of you! I won’t have you throwing tantrums and if you can’t hold
your tongue, than perhaps I have been too lenient lately.”
The threat was unmistakable and involuntary images of whips and canes and crucatius curses
swarmed through Draco’s mind.
“Now,” Lucius straightened and smoothed his robes. “I have looked into this problem
from every angle and there is no solution as of yet. Because of your mother’s blood,
I cannot now, strategically choose a wife for you.” He gave Narcissa a particularly disgusted sneer.
Draco bit his tongue so hard it bled. He loved how his father said “I” will choose a wife for you.
Like Draco had no choice in the matter. Oh yeah, that’s right, he didn’t. Resentment threatened
to overtake him.
Lucius continued. “Delia Parkinson would have been the perfect candidate for you.
I had you keep up the relationship with her in the event I found a way around this.
Since that hasn’t happened yet, it was necessary to inform you. You must try to resist as long as possible.”
“I’m looking into a possible solution, but it could take a while. In the meantime,
you need to make sure you keep Delia happy. Her father must be carefully courted.
After the disaster with Pansy, you must tread carefully.”
Draco forced a lazy sneer, instead of the snarl begging to surface. “Of course, father.
Whatever you feel is best.”
Lucius whirled and Draco found himself with his father’s hideous cane pressing
against his Adam’s apple, threatening to choke him. He’d been leaning against the wall
and there was no where for him to move.
“Now perhaps you would like to try this again, because I’m warning you.
I will not have you screwing this up for me.” Lucius snapped, his voice rife with lethal undertones.
Draco stared into Lucius’ silver eyes for a moment. “Whatever you say father.”
He enunciated each word carefully and deliberately.
Very slowly, Lucius lowered his cane and gave Draco one last glare before
sweeping grandly out of the room.
“Come along Narcissa.” He snapped over his shoulder.
She stood quickly, brushing her expensive blue robes and brushed a soft furtive kiss
on Draco’s cheek, then turned and hurried out the tall mahogany doors after her husband.
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“There’s a charity ball coming up in two weeks and we must be in attendance Draco.
I’ll need a new gown and robes of course, and you should really find something as well. We can’t
have you showing up in old dress robes.”
Draco tried to tune out Delia’s incessant harping but the pitch of her voice was
almost impossible to ignore. Delia was the younger sister of Pansy Parkinson and had
attended Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts. She’d only been a year younger than Pansy
and while she wasn’t ugly, Pansy had always appealed to him in a way that Delia never did.
In addition to her awful voice, she looked rather like a crane with her skinny arms and legs
that contrasted with her large chest. Some men might like the look but not him. Draco preferred
his women with more flesh and curves. Delia’s bony structure tended to stick him in the stomach
at the most inopportune times.
Her fake blonde hair was piled in com complicated coiffeur that annoyed him. Rather big eyes
that might have looked better if she hadn’t been so emaciated completed the image.
Her sense of style and fashion was exquisite, or so he was told and she spent money like it grew on trees.
She’d been dragging him hither and yon all over Diagon Alley and if he had to look at
one more article of clothing or one more shoe, or smell one more bottle of perfume,
he was going to start destroying things.
“Delia, I have a meeting in about half an hour and I still need to change.
Perhaps we could continue this another time.”
He could see the pout that bespoke a full blown tantrum on the horizon
and hastened to cut it off.
“I hate to leave darling, but if I don’t go, we’ll lose some of our best clients.
Clients who bring in a lot of money.” If there was one thing Delia understood, it was money.
“Wellll, I suppose it’s all right if you promise to make it up to me.” She pressed
her oversized bosom against Draco’s chest and started to hump him like a cat in heat.
Horrified, Draco tried desperately to resist the urge to shove her off him and into the
snow drift to cool off. Trying not to panic, he grasped her arms and pushed her back
just a little bit and made to kiss her cheek.
She intercepted him with her lips, opening her mouth and slobbering all over his face.
A soon as he could without bringing on another meltdown, Draco ended the kiss and steered
her toward the Witches Wealthy Wardrobes and as soon as he got her settled with three or four
saleswitches fawning over her, he lit out faster than a hippogriff could kick.
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This chapter is completely redone and longer than the original, but I didn’t want it too long. I hope you all like this better. I’ll probably be doing the same with the next two chapters as well in the next week or so.
If you have any comments or advice, let me know! =)
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My Mate
Draco’s veela instincts surface and he is driven when he smells his mate
Chapter One: I’m a what???
Draco Malfoy took a couple deep breaths and shattered his wine glass in the fireplace
with a violent flinging of his arm.
How dare his father not tell him about his Veela heritage?
How dare he keep something from him that was so vital to his future?
He could tell from the pained look on his mother’s face that she had wanted to tell him,
but Lucius had prevented it.
“Very nice of you to keep this from me.”
“You didn’t need to know. I am only telling you now because I have noticed a difference
in your…aura…or attitude perhaps, and it might be the veela blood. If nothing had changed,
I would not have found it necessary to tell you.”
“You don’t think that something this important should have been explained to me before
now so I could get used to the situation?”
“I will not repeat myself or defend my reasoning with you. Given your complete lack of responsibility…”
“My what? I am not lacking in responsibility. Did I not start working for you in the business?
I have done everything you wanted to prepare me for my responsibilities. If anything, father,
you have not given them to me. I am not a child anymore and I don’t need you to run my life for me.”
“That is enough out of you! I won’t have you throwing tantrums and if you can’t hold
your tongue, than perhaps I have been too lenient lately.”
The threat was unmistakable and involuntary images of whips and canes and crucatius curses
swarmed through Draco’s mind.
“Now,” Lucius straightened and smoothed his robes. “I have looked into this problem
from every angle and there is no solution as of yet. Because of your mother’s blood,
I cannot now, strategically choose a wife for you.” He gave Narcissa a particularly disgusted sneer.
Draco bit his tongue so hard it bled. He loved how his father said “I” will choose a wife for you.
Like Draco had no choice in the matter. Oh yeah, that’s right, he didn’t. Resentment threatened
to overtake him.
Lucius continued. “Delia Parkinson would have been the perfect candidate for you.
I had you keep up the relationship with her in the event I found a way around this.
Since that hasn’t happened yet, it was necessary to inform you. You must try to resist as long as possible.”
“I’m looking into a possible solution, but it could take a while. In the meantime,
you need to make sure you keep Delia happy. Her father must be carefully courted.
After the disaster with Pansy, you must tread carefully.”
Draco forced a lazy sneer, instead of the snarl begging to surface. “Of course, father.
Whatever you feel is best.”
Lucius whirled and Draco found himself with his father’s hideous cane pressing
against his Adam’s apple, threatening to choke him. He’d been leaning against the wall
and there was no where for him to move.
“Now perhaps you would like to try this again, because I’m warning you.
I will not have you screwing this up for me.” Lucius snapped, his voice rife with lethal undertones.
Draco stared into Lucius’ silver eyes for a moment. “Whatever you say father.”
He enunciated each word carefully and deliberately.
Very slowly, Lucius lowered his cane and gave Draco one last glare before
sweeping grandly out of the room.
“Come along Narcissa.” He snapped over his shoulder.
She stood quickly, brushing her expensive blue robes and brushed a soft furtive kiss
on Draco’s cheek, then turned and hurried out the tall mahogany doors after her husband.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“There’s a charity ball coming up in two weeks and we must be in attendance Draco.
I’ll need a new gown and robes of course, and you should really find something as well. We can’t
have you showing up in old dress robes.”
Draco tried to tune out Delia’s incessant harping but the pitch of her voice was
almost impossible to ignore. Delia was the younger sister of Pansy Parkinson and had
attended Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts. She’d only been a year younger than Pansy
and while she wasn’t ugly, Pansy had always appealed to him in a way that Delia never did.
In addition to her awful voice, she looked rather like a crane with her skinny arms and legs
that contrasted with her large chest. Some men might like the look but not him. Draco preferred
his women with more flesh and curves. Delia’s bony structure tended to stick him in the stomach
at the most inopportune times.
Her fake blonde hair was piled in com complicated coiffeur that annoyed him. Rather big eyes
that might have looked better if she hadn’t been so emaciated completed the image.
Her sense of style and fashion was exquisite, or so he was told and she spent money like it grew on trees.
She’d been dragging him hither and yon all over Diagon Alley and if he had to look at
one more article of clothing or one more shoe, or smell one more bottle of perfume,
he was going to start destroying things.
“Delia, I have a meeting in about half an hour and I still need to change.
Perhaps we could continue this another time.”
He could see the pout that bespoke a full blown tantrum on the horizon
and hastened to cut it off.
“I hate to leave darling, but if I don’t go, we’ll lose some of our best clients.
Clients who bring in a lot of money.” If there was one thing Delia understood, it was money.
“Wellll, I suppose it’s all right if you promise to make it up to me.” She pressed
her oversized bosom against Draco’s chest and started to hump him like a cat in heat.
Horrified, Draco tried desperately to resist the urge to shove her off him and into the
snow drift to cool off. Trying not to panic, he grasped her arms and pushed her back
just a little bit and made to kiss her cheek.
She intercepted him with her lips, opening her mouth and slobbering all over his face.
A soon as he could without bringing on another meltdown, Draco ended the kiss and steered
her toward the Witches Wealthy Wardrobes and as soon as he got her settled with three or four
saleswitches fawning over her, he lit out faster than a hippogriff could kick.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This chapter is completely redone and longer than the original, but I didn’t want it too long. I hope you all like this better. I’ll probably be doing the same with the next two chapters as well in the next week or so.
If you have any comments or advice, let me know! =)