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Draco Malfoy’s ears were ringing: a loud, persistent buzzing that drowned out any other sound. His mother was still talking, but he didn’t care. He didn’t hear anything past the first thing she said: that his great-grandmother Aurelia had been part-Veela, and that made him a Veela too. Saddled with a new body he’s still not quite used to and an annoying inner voice that is as primal as it is simpering, he must find his mate and convince her to bond with him before his nineteenth birthday or he’ll die of heartbreak - and after surviving a War and a homicidal Dark Lord living in his house for two years, that seemed like a pretty stupid way to go.