A/N: I cannot believe that I am actually writing a Veela fic, probably one of the most overused topics in Harry Potter fiction. I hope that no one minds, and like just about every other author out there, I am hoping that I can make my plot new and original.

If you read this please read and review, as I spent a lot of time coming up with an original plot(I believe)and typing this up. All input is appreciated, just please do not flame me.

I know of at least two other Harry/Draco Veela fics are out there, and I am fairly positive that I am not stealing any plot ideas; I am merely using the same pairing as you. If I AM stealing your plot, than tell me, and I will stop writing this immediately.

Disclaimer: I in no way own the rights to Harry Potter; I only own the plot, nothing else.

Warning: This story contains some homosexual themes; if this disturbs you than please, by all means, do not read this. I really do not want any trouble.

Plot: Draco Malfoy has always known that he was half Veela. He is all set to settle down with his female mate, but his mate is.Ginny? What? Ginny is already taken?

Entraptment

Writen by: StarryFIF2

Prologue: Anticipation

Thunder boomed loudly, like that of a drum. Lightning flashed every couple of seconds, followed by the deafening thrum of thunder. Rain pelted the expensive windows, and wind rattled the shutters.

All of the lights were extinguished, and the Malfoy manner was utterly silent, as well as dark as a tomb. No one was home on Draco's sixteenth birthday, no one that is, except for Draco Malfoy himself.

He was currently suffering from the most excruciating pain of his young life. He was writhing on his bed, sweat dripping off of his pale face, and his eyes scrunched closed in pain.

His lips opened and closed like a fish's, and silent screams tore his throat until it was raw and bleeding. Finally a whimper escaped his chapped lips, and echoed around his room.

A loud clap of thunder sounded outside his window, and the rain and wind rattled around his bedroom window.

This was lost, however, on the young teen going through a very important change. In fact, the most important event of his life, short of finding his mate.

Draco let a soft sigh escape from his lips when the pain eased up. He could not believe that he had been looking forward to his sixteenth birthday! When his mother had told him that he was half Veela courtesy of his mother, he had been thrilled.

He had read all of the books he could find about a Veela, and was thrilled to find out that he would be mated for life with a very special female. They would be happy, and have children together...He would have everything that he had always wanted, and he would still be in control, as he should be...

Yet, he would have been more cautious had he known that he would change in such a painful manner. His mother had failed to tell him that 'coming into his heritage' was such a painful ordeal, and would nearly make him go crazy from the internal writhing.

Draco knew that Veela were beautiful creatures, and very possessive and protective of their mates, whoever he or she might be. He also knew that he would discover his mate by the scent that she gave off, but he had not known that he needed to change in such a horrid manner in order to discover his chosen partner for life.

As another onslaught of pain wracked his body, Draco arched off of the bed, and his eyes rolled back in his head, as the pain became too great to handle.

As Draco slept the rest of the night away, the storm blew itself out, and Draco's body completed the change.

Draco Malfoy was now a Veela.

Draco's eyes fluttered open, and he turned his head sleepily, not wanting to wake up just yet. Suddenly, his body tensed up, and Draco silently waited for the barrage of pain.

It did not come.

"Draco, what on earth are you doing?" A cool, feminine voice asked him, sounding extremely annoyed.

Draco quickly sat up, and brushed his pale blonde hair out of his eyes. He blinked from the bright light shining through the window, and was met with the alluring form of his mother.

Narcissa Malfoy was beautiful; there was no doubting that. She had beautiful hair that was always plaited, and she always kept up with the latest wizarding fashion. She was currently adorned in a black robe, and leather boots that shone slightly from the light that streamed in from Draco's window.

"Get ready, Draco. We need to go to Diagon Alley for your school supplies. Stop lazing around so that we can go already." And with those words, said in an icy tone, Narcissa glided out of her son's room.

Draco was left scowling in his room, as he threw on his clothes, and fixed his hair. Though he was now sixteen, he still felt like he was a young child, and not the Veela that he had become just a few scant hours ago.

His mother and father always belittled him, they only had enough room in their lives for themselves, in fact, they never should have had a child in the first place.

Draco gazed at himself in the mirror. His scowl faded when he saw his new looks that his Veela heritage had graced him with.

'I like damn good, there is no way that anyone at Hogwarts is going to be able to resist me.' Draco thought arrogantly.

Draco's hair had become a light shade of blonde, so pale that it was eye catching. His eyes had turned to a light silver, that changed color in the light, and was now captivating. His form was surrounded by a golden aura that made him seem absolutely god-like.

Draco could harldy wait to go back to Hogwarts, there was no way that his mate would be able to resist him!

Draco smiled a feral grin, and waltzed out of the room, his heart suddenly much lighter.

End of Chapter: Anticipation

Next Chapter: Diagon Alley

A/N: That sucked, I'll understand if no one likes this at all. I did my best to capture Draco, but it looks like he's going to be majorly OOC character.

I hope that I spelled all of the Harry Potter terms correctly; it's been ages since I last read the books....

If you want me to continue writing this please tell me, all positive feed back is welcome.

Thank You!