Title: Silver and Cold

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: Overall NC-17

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K Rowlings unless otherwise noted. It is for entertainment purposes only.

Summary: Draco is part-Veela and forces the bond on Harry? What will the Veela community have to say about it?

Warnings: spoilers for books 1-5 just to be safe. Eventual non-con. OOC for most characters as I'm not too good at writing Snape or Dumbledore to well.

AN: Thanks to Artificer for beta'ing all 7 chapters at once!

Chapter One

Draco Malfoy sat in the Headmaster's office on August thirty-first, scowling because he had been forced to come to Hogwarts a day early. Tomorrow would be the first day of his seventh year and final year at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy was annoyed because the only reason he had been forced to come to school early was because of his 'special needs' - or so he had been told.

Draco resented that; he was able to control himself. Draco was also pissed because he had been chosen to be Head Boy, but again because of his 'special needs' they told him he wasn't allowed to be Head Boy.

"Why the hell did you tell me about it if you weren't going to let me have it?" He snapped angrily.

"Draco! You are still a student and, as such, you will not speak to the Headmaster in that tone, nor any of the other professors. It's unbecoming of a Slytherin. You will treat all of your professor's with respect; if I hear of you disrespecting any of them again it will be points from Slytherin as well as detention. Is that clear?" Professor Snape snapped, appalled at his favorite student's behavior.

Draco flushed in resentment, but held back the scathing remark that immediately sprang to mind, saying only, "Yes, sir."

"Excellent. Now, young Mr. Malfoy, your Head of House and I thought it best you arrive here at Hogwarts a day early because of your situation, as you well know. We thought it best that you not find your mate in such a public place. We have also arranged for you to have your own private quarters. It will be less stressful for you and your mate if your fellow schoolmates do not hound you consistently. If there is anything else you need, make sure to let Professor Snape know, and it will be taken care of," Headmaster Dumbledore informed him. "He will escort you to your quarters. Have a good night, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco scowled once more at the Headmaster, still very much annoyed with the older man. "Thank you, sir," he spat, before rising and following his Head of House out of the Headmaster's office.

They walked in silence for a few moments. Draco seething in rage that he could have been Head Boy. They'll probably give it to Potter now. Fucking mudblood lovers! He thought in anger.

"Draco, I know you've had a difficult time adjusting since you received your inheritance, but you can't disrespect the Headmaster, or any of your other Professors, for that matter. I won't be able to keep turning a blind eye if you keep it up during the school term," Snape chided gently.

Draco gave an exhausted sigh. "I'm sorry Uncle Sev. I'm just really tired; I haven't slept properly since I received my inheritance. Every time I try to sleep, I have these weird dreams," Draco said, attempting to explain his poor attitude.

Professor Snape stopped and looked at him hopefully.

Draco shook his head absently, while his mind recalled the dreams from the night before. "The dreams are not about my mate; they're just always dark and feel enclosed. At least, I think. I always feel as if I'm in a small place. Not even big enough to stand up in," Draco paused for a moment.

Snape looked at his godson, waiting for him to continue. "There's something else, isn't there?"

Draco nodded. He shivered once before going on. "I don't like it Sev. When I dream about the dark place I always feel scared. I feel…" Draco paused again, as if afraid to say what he felt, before finally whispering, "as if I'm going to die."

Professor Snape frowned momentarily, before realization dawned. "Draco, perhaps your dreams are what your mate feels. In fact, I believe that is the case. Otherwise, you would not continue to have these recurring dreams. Subconsciously, your mate is calling for you. Since you don't know who it is yet, your mind is trying to reach out to your mate through your dreams, in an attempt to help you figure out who it is so that you can help him or her," Professor Snape declared triumphantly, excited that he'd possibly managed to help Draco in some way to figure out who his mate might be.

Draco turned horror stricken eyes to his godfather. "Oh Merlin, Sev. Someone is hurting my mate," Draco lamented painfully.

Professor Snape watched as Draco suddenly became aware of the situation his mate was probably in. He watched in terrified fascination as the rage slowly began to build in the part-Veela. Snape was sure it would be the first time his godson transformed.

The boy's wings sprouted quickly, tearing his shirt and robes to shreds. Draco let out a howl of pain, which quickly distorted into an avian screech as his nose and mouth distended into a vulture-like beak. Professor Snape shuddered, thinking of the amount of damage that beak could do. He continued to watch as Draco raised his hands in surprise. It was the smoke that quickly turned into flames surrounding his godson's hands that finally snapped Professor Snape back to attention.

"Draco! You must calm down! You do not know who your mate is. There is nothing you can do until tomorrow," Professor Snape spoke urgently, praying that his words would be enough to calm the enraged Veela.

For the moment he was. Draco's face returned to its human characteristics and the fire was gone, but his wings refused to retract. Snape had a feeling they would not until Draco had finally found his mate and was reassured that his mate was all right.

Draco peered at his godfather with a look so deadly calm that it forced Snape to suppress a shudder. If Draco had not been his godson, Snape knew that he would not still be standing. Not even the Dark Lord himself could look as menacing as Draco did in this moment.

"Take me to my room, Uncle Sev."

Severus Snape nodded and led Draco away, down to the dungeons. Instead of turning right down the hall that led toward the portrait guarding the Slytherin common room, they headed left to a portrait of Salazar Slytherin.

"Hello, Salazar. This is Draco Malfoy."

"Greetings, young Veela. I informed the Headmaster that I would be the one to guard you and your mate. No one shall get a Slytherin, least of all The Slytherin."

Draco nodded his gratitude, but was too wroth to hold a proper conversation with one of the Four Founders, even if in portrait form.

"You'll have to forgive Draco, Salazar. He has learned distressing news of his mate. Until he has his mate, he won't be much of a conversationalist. Marauders."

Salazar nodded his understanding and swung open at the password. Draco stepped through the portrait hole, and then turned to look at his godfather.

"Once I have found my mate tomorrow, and I will find him, I will know who has dared harm what is mine. They will suffer far worse than any of Voldemort's victims. If anyone tries to stop me they will regret ever having been born. I trust you will make sure everyone is aware of this. Good night, Uncle Sev," Draco stated, outwardly calm, except for the anger dancing in his eyes.

The portrait closed silently in Snape's face. The Professor sighed as he looked at Salazar wearily.

"Let it be, Severus. You can do nothing but make sure that no one else interferes," The Founder advised.

Professor Snape nodded resignedly and walked away, heading for his own quarters. He knew tomorrow was going to be a really long day. Draco, being a true Malfoy, was enraged that someone had dared touched what was his. Snape knew that whomever had hurt his godson's mate would not live to see the end of tomorrow. It was not until he was already in bed that Snape registered what his godson had said.

He said "he." By Salazar, it would be just like Potter and Black to curse me from the grave. If Potter turns out to be Draco's mate, I'll shag the last marauder left. There is no way it can be Potter, Snape thought pensively, before falling asleep.