Draco Malfoy knew the exact moment his life went wrong. It wasn’t getting Marked. It wasn’t trying to kill Dumbledore, or fighting on the wrong side of the War. It was when he let her run away to Ilvermorny without him, leaving him a miserable sod who never grew a spine because he was too busy pretending he was okay without her (spoiler alert: he wasn’t). And now that he had nothing, he was going to get her back: even if it meant being surrounded by all these insufferably loud Yanks.
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.
When offered a choice between house arrest for two years or a short stint in Azkaban and a mandatory 8th year of schooling at Ilvermorny, Draco barely lets the Ministry official finish before he’s trying to get the hell out of England. Running from choices he deeply regrets and desperate to make something of himself that isn’t what he was, he arrives in America where the War was nothing more than a few newspaper headlines. Haunted by the ghosts of his past and the things he no longer believes, he expects to keep his head down, his heart closed, and his focus completely on his studies. What he doesn’t expect is to meet a girl that makes him feel alive for the first time in ages and a found family that makes him think that he might actually be worth saving out in the American wilderness.
The Malfoy men, over generations of engaging in Pureblood politics, have developed a reputation: having exacting standards, a ruthless dedication to achievement, a notable commitment to tradition, and always getting what they want - by any means necessary. They have the absolute best of everything. They bow to no one. Well, except to their wives, of course; because if there was one most serious pursuit in a Malfoy man’s life, it was keeping the woman at his side ludicrously, outrageously happy.
When the new French transfer enters the Great Hall, the first thing Draco Malfoy thinks is that she’s going to be his. The problem is that every boy in their year seems to think the same thing. Join Draco Malfoy in scheming, courting, and wooing his way to the top of the pack as the male population of Hogwarts (and especially Slytherin) fights for her affections.
For years, the windows in the Manor next door sat dark. And then all the sudden, the light in her bedroom was on. A silhouette of her was in the window. And before he knew what he was doing, he was already on his way over.
At first, the idea of going to America sounded crazy - leaving behind the weight of their legacies, no matter how broken, wasn’t an option. But after weeks of moping around their Manors with nothing to do but face public scrutiny, suddenly a trip across the pond didn’t seem so bad. How will the Slytherin gang react when their quiet retreat turns into a new beginning none of them were expecting?
They did everything together for eleven years: sneaking into the kitchens to beg for cookies from the house elves, playing hide and seek in the Manor gardens, and sharing all of their etiquette classes and childhood tutors. She knew him better than anyone: the first girl he’d ever really loved. Until she moved away for six years only to come back for her last year at Hogwarts prettier than ever. Now every boy in Slytherin is vying for her attention and her favor in the Courting Season, and Draco’s never been particularly good at sharing.
Draco Malfoy has it all: money, influence, and…wings? Seventh year was about to get a lot more chaotic than he thought. Vying for the attentions of his fated mate against a highly competitive pack of Slytherins, trying to manage his new disruptive inner monologue, and attempting to not to suddenly fail his classes due to one very significant distraction, Draco is determined to come out on top like he always has. It’s just a perk his mate happens to be the only girl he really ever loved. Now, if only he could keep the other Slytherins off of her…
