So, Hello There!
This is my first attempt to write in english and in Harry Potter's Universe! I'm both, excited and scared, but I hope you like it as much as I do.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor Draco, yet.
Because and Despite:
Chapter I:
It was a perfectly sunny day. Cold but she felt rather warm. After all this time, after months of denial and pain, she finally came to terms with the idea. She was sitting in a perfectly decorated room, all green she must say, not of her preference. Hermione thought he would like it that way. She was at the Manor creepy Manson, this place gives her shivers. Well, screw it. She was already here and she couldn't leave.
She sighed deeply.
"Well, this is something" said a voice right behind her ear.
"Fuck" she jumped from the sit, totally aware of his presence now. Damn, he was still so beautiful.
Draco Malfoy gave her a quick smirk and through himself gracefully in the large sofa, in front of her. "What can I do for you, my dear granger?" He started to scan her. It was rather cold outside but she was dressed in some muggle clothes, it suits her, he thought. Not that he cared he tried to convinced himself, because since she sent him that owl he was over the edge. Nervous as hell. He was doing so well, forgetting her. Leaving her behind. He knew she and Weasley were together, he prepared himself the entire fifth and sixth courseat Hogwarts for that event to happened. It was inevitable. In fact, Draco saw them together in Saint-Potter's engagement party. He went there with just one aim: Seeing her. More like, watching her. Because, for merlin's sake, she was something. He wasn't lying.
She saw him standing alone in one of the corners, she said that he shouldn't be alone and he said that he liked it that way and, without hearing him, she grabbed his arm and took him to the inner Golden Trio circle, under the jelous watch of his redheaded hideous boyfriend.
But several weeks after the party, he heard from Potter himself that they broke up because she was in love with someone else. Well, fuck my life, he thought with bitterness. So that happened a few months ago, three or four. So her owl, obviously brought questions to his forever tormented mind, why in the hell would mudblood granger want something from him? Maybe she needed money? Or, money? Or a place to hide? Maybe she murdered someone!
"Malfoy" She said with her heart pumping like crazy. She was feeling better now. "I'm here to ask you a huge favor…."
"I owe you nothing, Granger" He interrupted her in a smooth but indifferent tone. She pressed her lips together in one line. This was madness and surely cruel, why did he agree to meet her if he wouldn't even try to be polite? Little prat.
"I know that, Malfoy" She looked at his eyes for the first time. She felt the attraction towards him. She really wanted to cry because, oh, she want to sit in his lap and erase that pretty but cruel smirk with kisses so bad, "But as you may notices, I'm desperate". That affirmation got Draco's attention. He sat straight and interlaced his fingers as he looked at her confused by the whole situation. He was obviously mad for her and the dumb witch never realised it. He would do anything for her. "Do you know something about… well, about Veelas?" That's it, brave Hermione! You did, girl!
"Well I know they're bloody beautiful" He eyed Hermione for a second and continue. "They have a mate and without him or her they'll die."
"And that's all?" She asked anxiously. Come on Draco you can do it better. He nodded. She sighed again. Bloody moron, why does she get to do all the work always? "Well, Malfoy it turns out that…" She cleared her throat "I'm a Veela and you are my mate". She finished quickly with her eyes totally shut.
She heard nothing… Silence. Total and deadly silence. She opened her eyes to see his mate smiling at her, with a real smile. Not that smirk that makes her want to punch him right in the face. He took a sip of his tea and put it in the table again. He was having so much fun, he was about to congratulate her for that incredible prank he was sure it was Potter's plan, they were sort of friends after five years of working together because Draco was an occlumens and it seemed that the Ministry was liking one of those, but out of the sudden, Granger started to cry.
"You don't believe me, don't you?" She asked him, weeping and embarrassing herself with little sobs.
"Granger, bloody hell!" He yelled and crossed the room to sit with her in the stylish sofa "Are you serious?" She kept on crying.
"Of course, I'm being serious! You, stupid gorgeous and perfect man!" Her face turned to red. She cried harder. She couldn't even insult him when he was near her! What the actual fuck!?"Oh, I'll just embrace my death and go away from you". She headed to the door, but he blocked her path. He grabbed her hand and entailed their fingers.
Her whole body trembled, she was feeling divine, finally he touched her. He was so good, so perfect for her. She started to melt against his chest, he was so tall, how could she never notice? How their babies will look like? Oh, she hopes they'll be just exactly as he was, stunning, blonde, with blue eyes and that perfect evil smile…
"Granger!" He released her in the sofa and she was herself again. He sat by her side. "stop crying" He growled. She put up with her crazy Veela hormones, and just one tear slipped down her cheek. Draco rolled his eyes. "Are you giving up on me?" He asked her giving her the most beautiful smile in the whole... Ok, so maybe she was overreacting, so what? "I will not have you dead. I am an arse, but I will not let you die. Do you trust me?"
"No" She said and he put his hand on where, supposedly, was his heart. She sighed for the tenth time in that long morning trying to calm herself and her Veela-self. "Ok, I do trust you because if I don't I think the Veela inside me will throw a tantrum and you will not like it." He smiled, intelligent little witch. She was beautiful, no longer that slim little girl he knew. She had full breasts, a little waist and curves in all the right places. Even her hair was longer than ever and full of controlled brown waves.
He composed himself. He was eager to touch her. "So, I have a flat near the Ministry. You can move there whenever you want." She froze. Was that… Was he actually, accepting this?
"Malfoy is not like this will pass in a few months, there's so much about it that you don't know and…" She warned him.
He dismissed his warning with his hand.
Oh, he knew, and he didn't care.
"Shut it, Granger. You are moving in weather you like it or not. It's final." He ordered with a smile. If this was a fucking dream, he hope he'll never wake up.
