Okay, this story is REALLY extremely close to the heart...I treasure this so much...PLEASE COMMENT! I'm working hard to complete this for you guys...PLEASE! as usual tis sort of angsty, sorry to spoil it, but yeah...and if you don't like draco or Hermione, tough I LOVE them...

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"Best thing bout tonight's that were not fighting,

Could it be that we have been this way before?

I know you don't think that I am trying,

I know your wearing thin down to the core.

hold your breath, because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you,

Over again, don't make me change my mind

I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true, because a girl like you is impossible to find

Your impossible to find.

This is not what I intended.

I always swore to you I'd never fall apart.

You always thought that I was stronger.

I may have failed but I have loved you from the start.

Oh, but hold your breath, because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you,

Over again, don't make me change my mind.

I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true, because a girl like you is impossible to find

It's impossible so breath in so deep, breath me in.

I'm yours to keep, hold on to your words cause talk is cheep.

And remember me tonight when your asleep.

because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you,

Over again, don't make me change my mind.

I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true, because a girl like you is impossible to find

tonight will be the night that I will fall for you,

Over again, don't make me change my mind

I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true, because a girl like you is impossible to find

Your impossible to find."--Second hand serenade--

What will come of this?

Chapter One( Engraved in my mind)

Draco Malfoy closed his eyes and leaned his head against the hard wall of his head's common room. He was sharing it with Hermione Granger and it was ridiculously inconvenient. He had recently came into knowledge that he was a Veela and would soon be having strong feelings towards his life mate. He was told he would have no choice in who that mate would be. The inconvenient thing about having Granger around all the time was that she had gotten significantly more attractive since the year before and his Veela blood was making him extra sensitive to any and all females. Every girl he past he felt himself jumping at. He could feel his blood trying to select the proper life mate.

The worst part about this all was that he seemed extremely sensitive towards the mudblood. Not even his now ex-girlfriend Pansy had made him so damn jumpy. Every time she pasted him he felt suffocated. He was swallowing his heart when she came around and he didn't like the feeling. He knew that his mate would become particularly attractive to him. It was something that he didn't like. His attraction to Granger was way stronger than anyone else and that scared him.

He hated Granger so very much and it would make him both angry and crazy on so many levels if she was his life mate.

He drew his knees close to his chest and swallowed roughly. Sighing he found himself subconsciously rubbing his right wrist.

Hermione's bounding in with a stack of books was the only thing that stopped Draco from continuing his nervous itching at the skin just above his hand. It was proof that he had devoted himself to a certain Dark Lord and he had been constantly reminding himself in the form of becoming obsessed with digging at it.

" Oh, w-was I interrupting?" She asked unsurely slowing to a stop and turning around.

He grunted, " Not really Granger."

He and the mudblood had been trying to get along more since they had to spend so many hours a day together. They had made a proposal to stay polite and distant with each other. No insults, no problems and no company. It was fine with Draco, just being around Granger was hard enough for him. Especially seeing as how he had caught himself watching, no, studying her more than once this year.

He had noticed early on that she liked to be comfortable in her own dorm room and she had every right to, the only problem was that her definition of comfortable was usually a small amount of clothes and a lush, relaxed hairdo. It drove him crazy.

He'd also noticed that she loved to read. Well he'd known that, but he saw that she loved to read much more than he figured. It wasn't just a pass time for her it was her life. Nearly every time he saw her she had a different book in hand. Once he'd been watching her and saw that she was the type that got so sucked into her books she cried, laughed and even got angry, throwing it to the side and leaving for a while.

Another thing, she was a good cook. Their room came complete with a kitchen that they could cook in or use to contact the elves and have them bring food in. Hermione always cooked her own meals and once or twice out of a random fit of civility she offered him some. He fell in love with it. Every bite was heaven and he found himself going back for more often. He noted that she always had some extra for him, though he wasn't sure if she did it on purpose or not.

When he asked her where she learned to cook she got slightly defensive and said that she was alone quite a bit and needed to learn. She then decided to leave. Draco had found that puzzling but didn't put much more thought into it, and honestly he didn't care too much.

Draco looked up at her now as she shrugged her shoulders at him and made way for her room with her fresh set of books. His eyes lingered where her figure disappeared for moments after she left and as he expected she exited minutes later heading for the bathroom they shared. He had also gathered she always took a nice long, hot shower before starting a new book. He thought this was distressing since she always looked prettiest after her bath. When her hair was damp and she still smelled fragrant, but naturally so. Her scent was always beautiful, but it was fainter and even lovelier after a shower. He didn't know why he had noticed such small things about her and memorized them in such a way, but he had and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

OOO

Hermione Granger stepped into her shower sniffling slightly. She had started reading a book walking down the hall and already, not two chapters in it was starting to get depressingly sad.

She turned the water as hot as it would go and let it bare into her back. It was nearly scalding but it didn't bother her too much.

Something had been bothering her though, she began to recall the past few weeks she'd been at Hogwarts as she began scrubbing her body. The biggest thing had been Draco Malfoy. He was so much more different this year. Aside from the fact that he was absurdly more handsome, he was also, if it were possible, kinder. Or rather, he didn't insult her as much. He still insulted her, but she only found him doing so when there were others around, other than that, while the two were alone, he never really said anything mean at all. He wasn't nice, but he was civil and that was an improvement.

She pushed her fingers rhythmically into her scalp as she recalled things about him that were different. Like for one the fact that he was always watching her, gathering things and storing them away, like he desperately wanted to understand her. It was unsettling to have his slivery eyes inspecting her all the time. Often times Hermione found herself dropping things and making a spas out of herself simply because he watched her far too long and made her uncomfortable. She had learned that Draco was more calculating than sinister like he had once appeared.

He seemed to like her cooking, because he always came around when she was making something, sticking his nose in her business. More than once she offered him some since he seemed to want some so dearly. Though she didn't mind, she liked to cook and especially liked it when others liked her food. It was almost routine for her to make more than she could eat, just incase he stopped by.

She rinsed and stepped out of the tub, breathing in the steam and wiping the mirror to see herself. She had to admit as she looked at herself, she had found it far easier to tolerate Malfoy than she originally thought. She actually quite enjoyed having him around when he wasn't insulting her. He was quiet, observant company that only made slight, uncomplicated conversation. He also respected her and the fact that they shared the living space enough to let her do what she wanted. Including read and other silly things. Also, she grinned, he didn't even care that she like to walk around in basically nothing. The way she saw it, it was her space and she could wear what she wanted. She didn't feel like getting fancied up for anyone. When she was at home she liked to be comfortable as possible.

With a sigh she opened the door and stepped out to see Malfoy sitting in the same spot, gazing at her. She jumped a little and smiled ever so slightly though he seen it she knew. she wondered briefly if he had waited there the entire time or if he had done something else and it was a coincidence.

OOO

Draco had been waiting for Hermione to come out of the bathroom. He was curious of how he would react. Draco was no idiot. He knew he was a Veela and he knew he would have no control over who he was to be with, so Granger was a possibility. He also knew that he was strangely and unexplainably obsessed with her. He didn't understand why he thought about her at all times during the day. He watched for her and waited on her. He didn't want to admit it, but everything he was puzzled about could easily be explained. If he would just accept the answer.

Finally the door creaked opened ever so slightly and the stream poured out, inside of it an undeniable Hermione Granger. She once again wore nothing but a towel, like she always did when she came from the bathroom. He etched the picture in his mind as she smiled at him faintly. He barely saw it, but it was there. He was so taken aback that he didn't know how to react, and before he could she left, into her room.

He groaned. What was his problem? She was taking him over.

Angry with himself, he stood and walked to the fireplace, staring at the flames. He didn't even care that it hurt his eyes slightly, as long as he wasn't staring at her door, like he did most often now.

Stupid idiotic blood. Why Hermione Granger of all people? That filthy mudblood. His parent would never accept her, even if he did. It wouldn't matter to them that he didn't have any choice in the matter and neither did she, they would curse her. She was impure and that was good enough reason for her to be hated by them.

Come to think of it, he would probably become an outcast for being with her, even if he didn't have anything to do with that fact. Still, it would've been his blood that was drawn to hers, so technically he was a blood traitor whether he was with her or not. His blood was drawn to such impure blood. Why? He hated mudbloods as much as his parents. Why was his blood so keen on her then? He didn't have an answer to that question. He would just have to find out what was so special about her then.

She emerged from her room again with a simple white knee length silk robe. It was wrapped tightly around her waist. Her hair was leaving wet, dark spots near her shoulders. He sighed. She was pretty at least. If she did have to be his life partner, at least she was pretty.

" Granger." He curtly inclined his head in a hello.

She nodded back, sitting in the chair and curling her legs beneath her. Draco then noticed she had a rather thick book in her hand. She raised her eyebrows at him then tucked into her book, evidentially forgetting about him completely.

He shook his head. Really now, what makes her so special? A bookworm, perfectionist with shaggy hair and dirty blood? Draco asked himself, looking down at her.

He grunted causing Hermione to look up startled, but when he gave her an apologetic grin she turned back to her book. He knew that he was lying. He never believed and never will believe that her hair is shaggy. It was thick yes and often uncontrollable, but it was so appealing to him it was rather ridiculous.

Well, he had established that she was much more appealing than any other girl, but he had to be certain whether she was his partner or not. He wanted to be absolutely sure he had to be with her before he made any move. He wasn't going to mark her unless he knew he had to. The only thing was, he had to find this out fast because if she wasn't marked by the time he turned eighteen, he knew that he would die, and so would his unmarked mate.

He twisted his left hand back and forth over his dark mark, making it burn. He would be turning eighteen in only a few months. He had to determine whether Granger was his blood mate and mark her if she was before then.

As he watched her and felt his insides warm, he was almost certain that he wouldn't have to search much farther for his mate. He was pretty much positive she was his mate. Why else would he feel this way?

I haven't written a new chapter on this yet. I'm simply going back through and cleaning it up before I finish. Don't worry, I'll finish. I know it's been so long.