Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. The characters, settings etc all belong to JK Rowling.
A/N: I'm using the veela theme here, I know it's kind of common and if I have used a storyline that belongs to someone else, it is purely by accident. Except the veela theme, that is.
Also, this is a slash fic, Harry and Draco slash. If you don't like, don't read. Thanks. To everyone else out there... read and review!! Thanks.
Title: Smells Like A Teen Spirit
Summary: Draco's a rare blood- half veela, half elf. And Harry's his mate. Now all Draco has to do is seduce Harry. Right? Well... It's not that simple after all, as Draco soon finds out. Read & Review!!
Chapter One: Trouble in Paradise
Lucius Malfoy glared daggers at his son. He had anticipated this a long time before, but now that it was actually happening, he was too angry to think clearly.
"What do you mean, you will not serve the Dark Lord?" he roared. To his immense fury, Draco's face remained impassive.
"You heard me, father. I am not going to waste my life serving some mental power- hungry 'Lord' who's obviously passed his prime," Draco replied nonchalantly. Inside, he was seething, but he know this was the best way to drill it into his father's head that he was not going to become a Death Eater. Though he had always acted otherwise, he was actually disgusted at the idea. He would never admit it, but he secretly loathed old Voldie. He always had, ever since he'd witnessed the Dark Lord torturing his mother mercilessly when he was just a little kid. He couldn't remember what his mother had done wrong, but no one deserved to be tortured like that. He shuddered at the memory. The façade at school helped keep his Malfoy reputation in check. Besides, torturing Mudbloods like Hermione was fun. But he was absolutely not going to become a Death Eater if he could help it. He could afford to forgo his fun if he had to.
Meanwhile, Lucius Malfoy was about to explode. He contained his rage, however, and studied his son carefully. There were only two reasons why he was not hurting his son physically to force him to become a Death Eater. Firstly, well, the boy was the only heir to the Malfoy name. And Lucius was too damn proud to let that "mental power- hungry 'Lord'," as Draco had so aptly put it, torture his only son. Deep down, even Lucius had a heart somewhere. And he grudgingly admitted that he felt for the boy.
The second reason- Well, that was much more complicated. He'd known about it ever since the boy's birth, of course. His son was not pure- blood- no, he was much more special than that. He was a rare mix. And he would become very powerful, once he inherited his powers on his 17th birthday. Which was of course tomorrow. He was secretly pleased and grateful at the thought that the Dark Lord would not be able to force Draco to join him. Draco would be much more powerful that Voldemort even. But he was still angry. How the hell was he supposed to explain to the Dark Lord? Part of him wished Draco had chosen differently... he shook his head and looked at Narcissa meaningfully. She held his gaze for a moment and nodded. She understood.
Draco looked suspiciously from his mother to his father. Something was going on, and he didn't like the look his father was giving his mother. If anything, he'd seemed to have accepted Draco's decision much more quickly than expected. Draco narrowed his eyes. He didn't like this.
"Draco, your father and I have something of imminent importance to tell you," Narcissa said, rising from her seat.
"Perhaps you should take a seat. This might come as a shock," she added, gently guiding a rather stiff Draco to the couch that she was sitting on earlier. Lucius Malfoy took a deep breath and followed suit, taking a seat opposite Draco, beside Narcissa.
Draco sat upright, waiting. He still had absolutely no idea what was going on, but he was starting to feel very uncomfortable.
Lucius cleared his throat, gazing at his wife expectantly. She nodded her head curtly. They'd already agreed that she would be the one to break the news to Draco; he was closer to her and he was less likely to burst at her than at Lucius.
Narcissa shifted uncomfortably before meeting her son's eyes. She took a deep breath.
"You're not a pureblood, Draco."
Draco blinked. "You're not a pureblood, Draco." The words resounded in his head. He wasn't a pureblood. He wasn't a pureblood? It couldn't be. This was as bad as becoming a Death Eater.
"How can I not be pureblood?" Draco stared at his parents, confused. "Aren't you guys both pureblood?" he frowned. This was giving him a headache.
"Well, Draco, your father and I come from a long line of pureblood witches and wizards," began Narcissa. "But there's been a few... shall we say, varied choices that our ancestors made," she paused. Draco snorted.
"They've never mated with muggles, but they have mated with other magical beings. Fairies, elves, mermaids, centaurs..." Narcissa's voice trailed off.
"Funny, I thought you said a few," Draco muttered under his breath. Lucius glared at him, and Draco glared back.
"The magic genes in their blood, however, remained in the recessive form. But when your father and I bonded, the magical genes that were dormant were somehow awakened," Narcissa tried to explain, blushing.
Draco rolled his eyes. Trust his mother to turn all schoolgirl and shy at a time like this.
"So... what special magical being does that make me?" he drawled sarcastically.
Narcissa's expression turned serious. "Draco, I believe you have heard of the elfin veela?"
Draco's jaw dropped. Elfin veela? It couldn't be. Elfin veela. Of course Draco had heard of the beautiful yet extremely rare beings. Who hadn't? He shook his head. He couldn't be an elfin veela. It was too good to be true. It was all a stupid joke to make him change his mind about refusing to become a Death Eater. Though how that was connected to this, he couldn't fathom. He'd figure that out later. This was far more pressing.
Lucius Malfoy cleared his throat. He seemed to sense his son's disbelief. "Draco, I know this is slightly unbelievable, but it is true. You will see for yourself when you receive your inheritance tomorrow." Beside him, Narcissa nodded earnestly.
Draco stared at his parents. He could feel a huge headache coming on already. Slightly unbelievable?! This was a shock.
"As your parents, we will respect your decision to fight the Dark Lord instead of becoming a Death Eater. We do not have any other choice, given your power to be when you receive your inheritance. But you must understand the consequences of your decisions. You have the ability to become the most powerful wizard in history. The fate of the magical world rests on your shoulders," Lucius said in all seriousness. He didn't break his gaze with Draco until Draco swallowed and nodded slowly.
"I think I need some time to process this," he said weakly, getting up on his feet. This wasn't a shock. It was a bombshell. And he only had one days' warning, too. As if hormonal changes aren't enough, he thought bitterly, then froze. Wait. Hormones. Veela. Oh no.
"Um... Mother? Father? About the veela part of me- I mean... you know... my mate and stuff... I mean... Oh, fuck. Am I going to become a lust magnet?" he asked, a sinking feeling in his stomach.
Lucius Malfoy reddened, and Narcissa bit back a laugh. Draco glared at her. "Yeah, it's really funny, I see why," he snapped. Narcissa swallowed back another laugh and tried to keep a straight face.
"Well, dear, I suppose your Veela effects on others will be less pronounced, given you're not a full veela... but they should still be, shall we say, effective," she paused as Draco groaned.
"And speaking of your mate... you will have to find one, you know. I don't know about elfin veela, but you may have to bond soon, the veela mating season's usually around this time of the year. I think it would do you good to do some research on elfin veela before your inheritance," she said worriedly, frowning.
Draco fought back an overwhelming urge to scream, nodding mutely instead. He knew none of this was his parent's fault, but they could have told him earlier. He, the new saviour of the wizarding world? And a veela at that. Then it hit him. He would have to fight on the same side as Harry Potter. He scowled. "My life sucks," he muttered, as he trudged off towards the Malfoy library.