Ah another Veela story :) my last one went over so well that I decided to try my hand at another one! Now, this will focus on Draco and his mate, yes, but it will also focus on other students and what they endured during the time that Harry and the others were gone. This means torture from the Carrow's and such. I do hope you all will bear with me, as we all know that what happened at Hogwarts isn't really written in the books. But it is DH compliant!

Full Summary: Draco Malfoy comes into his inheritance and meet's his match in Alana Sparks. Alana is a pure-blood witch in Gryffindor though everyone know's she meant for Slytherin. Blaise Zabini is like a brother to her and can only worry when he finds out she's his best friends' mate. She's got a complicated past when it comes to men and only the Gryffindor's and Blaise know about it. They've made a deal, if Draco can't woo her and get her to accept him by Valentine's Day, Alana will be allowed to reject him and live her life without him. But when tragedy strikes, Alana finds comfort in the Veela but will it be enough to get her through her troubles and tip the scale in his favor? Between his roses and constant affection, Alana doesn't know what to do. Blaise only hopes his 'sister' can make the right choice... DM x OC and SF x OC. Mentions of possible rape, torture, etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, all credit to J.K. Rowling. I claim Alana and her family.

Alana felt as though something was off that day when she awoke but she brushed it off and got out of bed. The young witch looked in her mirror and huffed, oh how she hated being short. The brunette stood at about 5'2 and constantly had to get her clothes altered because of her height. The students at school often teased her because of it but they quickly learned not to do so – especially after she sent a few of them to the hospital wing. Big things indeed came in small packages. Her hazel eyes flickered to the calender and widened. Her lips twitched up into a smile and she raced downstairs, uncaring that she was still in only a pair of silk night bottoms and a matching top. She arrived in the parlor and her parent's smiled. Her brother, Jack, launched himself at her and squeezed her waist in a tight hug.

"Happy birthday!" He chirped. He let go and sat in his seat.

"Happy birthday, Alana," Her mother moved, pulling her daughter into a hug.

"Thank you, Mother," She smiled, hugging back.

"Still short as ever, I thought getting older meant getting taller! At least that's what it meant when I was your age," Her father teased, hugging his baby girl as well. The comment elicited a giggle from her brother. "It seems only yesterday that you were a spoilt little baby girl clinging to your mother." Alana's face turned pink. The small family celebrated their daughter's birthday, showering her with gifts and sweets. It was the day before she had to return to Hogwarts... and she was dreading it. With war looming before them, the wizarding world was in chaos and with the news that the Ministry had fallen, things were even worse. Alana didn't really need to worry, with her being a pure-blood and all but even so, her being in Gryffindor could just cause her trouble. With a heavy heart, she packed her trunk and sighed as she stared out the large window in her room. Harry and the others were on the run, searching for the Horcruxes as she'd been told and she silently hoped that they succeeded. With a sigh, she got into bed, intent on sleeping this time around.

-X-X-X-

"Father, are you certain I'll find her?" Draco Malfoy asked for about the hundredth time that night.

"For the last time, yes, Draco!" Lucius hissed. "You will be able to find her, Draco, stop asking."

"What if she rejects me?" Lucius stared at his son and finally slumped into a chair, rubbing his temples. Ever since Draco had come into his inheritance two months ago, he'd been asking nonstop questions about what being a Veela meant and about his mate. The Malfoy's were known for being pure-blood's yes, but they also had Veela blood in them, making their blood rare and that much more pure. By some twist of fate, Draco had been born more than a quarter Veela, which in itself was rare and unheard of. It turned out to be the fact that Veela blood was dominant and the Black blood line also carried Veela gene's, so when Draco was conceived, he got mostly Veela gene's.

"Then you will just have to try another tactic to court her," Lucius drawled. "Malfoy men do not give up," Draco smirked. "If you cannot win her over within a year, then you will slowly die of heartbreak," He watched his son cringe. He knew it was not what he wanted to hear, but Lucius saw no reason to hide the truth.

"How will I know if it's her?" Draco sat down in the chair beside his father.

"Her scent," The younger Malfoy gave him a look. "She will smell unique to you and only you, it will stand out."

"What does Mother smell like?" Lucius' smile softened along with his eyes.

"Like the rainforest and falling rain," Draco smiled. Whenever he saw his mother, she smelled of fresh roses to him. "When you find her, it will be hard to control your instincts, you will want to go to her and keep her safe. You will want to claim her but you must refrain from doing so. You must wait until she accepts you." Draco was frustrated by this. "It's for your own good. Do you wish to scare her off?"

"No," He ground out.

"Then keep your instincts in check when you get to school tomorrow," Draco huffed but nodded. The younger blonde went up to his room and stared out the window, surprised to see that it was a full moon. He could feel his Veela stirring within and pushed it down, closing his eyes as he turned away from the window. Even after two months he still had some trouble controlling the Veela within. Changing his clothes, Draco lay in bed, his arms behind his head as he stared up at the canopy blankly. He hoped that whoever his mate was to be, that they did not hate him for being a Death Eater, albeit a reluctant one, but a Death Eater none the less. Sighing, he closed his eyes and forced himself to succumb to the darkness of sleep.

-X-X-X-

"No... please... no... HELP!" Alana shot up in bed and looked around with wide eyes, her breathing erratic.

"Alana? Baby? What's wrong?" Her mother walked in and turned the light on before she moved towards the bed. Alana was crying by the time she was pulled into her mother's arms.

"I had that dream again," She sobbed.

"It's okay, it was only a dream, that boy is gone," She whispered.

"Lana? What's wrong?" A small voice asked. Both women looked up to see Alana's younger brother, Jack, standing in the doorway.

"I'm okay, Jack," She sniffled. The little boy trotted over and jumped on the bed, cuddling against his sister. Alana smiled at this and held him close, stroking his hair softly.

"Can I sleep here? I think there are Nargle's under my bed," The little boy grumbled. Alana and her mother laughed, he'd obviously been reading the Quibbler again.

"Okay, you can stay here," Alana smiled. "But no keeping me up, I have to get some sleep, school starts tomorrow." Jack nodded and curled up under the covers. Their mother smiled and looked at Alana.

"Are you sure you're alright?" She asked, conjuring a wet towel to clean her daughter's face.

"Yes, it wasn't as bad as usual," She nodded.

"Do you need a dreamless sleeping draught?" Alana shook her head. "Alright.. try to get some rest," She nodded and laid down again, holding her brother close. The brunette took a few deep breathes to calm herself and slowly fell back to sleep. She hoped and prayed that this would be the year she got over the past and finally found The One for her.

Ah, anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter :) I was debating on whether or not to post it for the longest time! Reviews are welcomed!