Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter Universe. Neither do I own certain facts that will be presented in this story. If anything seems familiar, it's probably because it's on Pottermore or HP Wiki. That's where I got all my information after all. I only own the plotline and love to play with the characters.
Another disclaimer: Most of this chapter is from Chapter 32 Out of the Fire and onward. Anything that you recognize is from the book.
Heads-up: FYI Sirius will NOT be dying because I have need for him in the future. I'm not too sure about any other deaths yet, seeing as personally, I hated all of the people dying as they did. We shall see who goes, and who doesn't. ALSO, Draco is NOT a sweetheart in this story. I'm not necessarily saying he's bad, but as JK Rowling likes to state, he's not a good guy. He's got a Dark side to him and I personally love that dark side. Yes, Hermione is going to be a little dark because of the situations I will be placing her in. BUT, Hermione will still be a champion for the light, to an extent. This is a Hermione/Draco fanfiction, and yes Draco is a Veela and Hermione is his mate. Sadly, there's not much information on Veela's in the HP universe. So I went with what I could find and ran with it. I hope you enjoy this story as I'm extremely excited for how this will be written.
Placed in Harry Potter and The Order of Phoenix, before they lead Umbridge into the Forbidden Forest.
Chapter One
Umbridge's Office
They were caught. Harry's scalp burned from where Umbridge had grasped him to pull him out of her fireplace. He took a glance at Hermione, seeing she was pinned to the wall by Millicent Bulstrode. He looked over to see Malfoy watching them, a smirk twisted on his cruel face while he was playing with Harry's wand. There was rustling going on outside of Umbridge's office, yelps of pain as well. In stumbled four Slytherins, each holding onto his friends that were trying to create the diversion he needed to talk to Sirius. A Slytherin by the last name of Warrington threw Ron into the room harshly before grabbing him again.
"That's the last of them Professor. That one" –Pointing in Neville's direction –"was quite difficult and unexpected. He was trying to save the female Weasley and put up a small fight. Nothing we couldn't handle, of course." Warrington threw a smirk in Harry's direction.
One look at Ginny, and he was furious to see her in the arms of a large girl, whose name he couldn't recall. Neville was being suffocated by Crabbe, Ron in the arms of Warrington, and Luna in the arms of Theodore Nott. Although, Luna wasn't struggling in Nott's grip, and his hold was rather…intimate. Harry let the thought go quite quickly as Umbridge grasped his scalp again. She placed him in a chair, binding him to it as she walked to hers. This caused Hermione to struggle more against Bulstrode.
"Careful, love," Malfoy started, "She might like all that wiggling, Granger. Especially, since you're in something a little more…revealing." Malfoy laughed low and dark. Hermione stilled, shooting him glares and not giving a damn about the lewd look in his eyes. He laughed again at her expression, tossing Potter's wand in the air repeatedly, catching it every time.
"Don't you dare talk to her that way, Malfoy" Ron shouted, trying to get out of Warrington's grip to reach Draco. Draco's eyes finally flew away from Hermione towards Ron, his glare darkening the gray in his eyes.
"Last I was knew Weasley, you let the little Magbob* sit there crying as you scampered off with that little of a tramp you call a girlfriend. What changed that? Granger show a little more skin than you're used to seeing and decide that maybe she'd be a good fuck?" His drawl was low, and strong. Hermione was confused at the term 'Magbob', not understanding the name. It almost sounded as horrible as Mudblood, yet the way Malfoy used it, there was no malicious tone behind it. She watched on as Warrington gagged Ron.
Ahem.
Draco's sneer turned to his neutral expression once more and looked towards Umbridge.
"Language, Draco. Let's leave the verbal sparring for later when you get to oversee his detention," Umbridge tut out, her tone sickeningly sweet. Then, she rounded on Harry, a small, close-lipped smile on her face.
"Now Potter," she sneered. "Tell me, who were you trying to contact? Dumbledore? The half-breed giant? I know it's wasn't Minerva, seeing as she's too sick to contact anyone." There was a half-smirk gracing her ugly face.
"As far as I was concerned, it was none of your business who I talked to, Professor," Harry sneered at her. Umbridge just frowned as if she had eaten something distasteful. Harry tried to move out of the seat, his struggling getting him nowhere.
"None of my—" She was astonished, and quite sick of the young wizard's attitude. "None of my business? I work for the Ministry of Magic, Potter. EVERYTHING is my business! You little bastard!" Umbridge was starting to turn red. Harry's face became stony at the word bastard. Hermione looked ready to throw hell's fire at the woman. Harry was like her brother. No one got to disrespect him that way.
"That's how you want to play this Mr. Potter then fine. Draco!" Malfoy didn't even flinch at her shriek, his eyes turning from the ceiling slowly to stare at the short witch. His face was blank, still an unmoving mask.
"Please fetch me Severus? I require his assistance."
Neville's purple face, paled at the idea of the potions master. Crabbe still hadn't let up on the grip he had around the Gryffindor's neck. Draco let a smirk slide on his face, turning with his cloak flowing behind him, a reminder of the Professor he was going to fetch.
Hermione and Harry both looked at each other, as the others looked fearful. Both of them had the same idea. How could they have been so stupid to have forgotten of Snape, a member of the Order of Phoenix. Someone that could've helped reach Sirius to stop him from heading to the Ministry of Magic. Hermione's breath exhaled quickly as she realized their mistake.
Draco returned quickly, Snape right behind him. "You called, Dolores?" Everyone could see Neville quiver at Snape's drawl. Crabbe laughed at Neville's fear. Luna looked at him with a blank gaze and gave him a small smile when he locked eyes with her.
"Yes, Severus, I did. I'm in need of more Veritaserum to interrogate Potter."
"I gave you the last of my stores supply last time you interrogated Potter. You were to use only three drops. Are you telling me you managed to use all of it?" Snape arched a dark eyebrow in her direction. Umbridge flushed under his gaze, seemingly embarrassed. She looked at all the students, daring them to meet her eyes. Only two did, and that was Harry and Hermione.
Hermione turned her gaze away from Umbridge, rolling her eyes as the dumb broad asked Snape to make her another batch, just to get shot down in front of her 'students'. She was asking the questions of a first year. Snape went to turn away before Harry blurted out about Padfoot. His words caused Snape to stop in his trek, but not to turn towards him.
Malfoy looked on curiously as he saw Hermione's eyes turn towards his godfather, hope deep in them. He listened to Umbridge tattle on, but never really catching anything she said until she started to say the torture curse. His eyes snapped forward towards her, surprised that she would even try it in Hogwarts, no matter who she knew. He looked back to Granger as she protested.
"Harry—Harry we have to tell her!" Bulstrode pinned Granger closer to the wall. Draco was curious more than ever that the golden girl even spoke out.
Potter protested her statements, even as she made a valid point of there being no real reason why they shouldn't, seeing as the pink hippo was going to get her way anyways. He had to give her credit, the Magbob really did know what was best for everyone.
"It looks like the know-it-all Mudblood's going to fess up, students." Umbridge's nauseating laugh echoed in the room. "Come now, dear girl. Tell me everything!"
Weasley tried shouting his protest against Granger's voice, but his gag prevented it making any sense. Umbridge moved to Granger, grabbing her roughly from Bulstrode's grip and shoving her in her chair.
"Do tell sweet, filthy girl."
"We—we were trying to reach Dumbledore…"
Harry stopped breathing, and Ron stopped pushing to get away from Warrington. Neville finally inhaled his first full breathe as Crabbe loosened his grip slightly. Ginny sagged against her captor and Luna's head shot towards Hermione, Nott being the only one to notice there was a reaction to Granger's words. Hermione ran her hands over her face and threw her hair, seeming distressed.
"You know where he is?!" Umbridge started to bounce in excitement.
"Well, no, but we were talking to every local and public place, trying—trying to find him. We had to tell him you see—had to tell him…"
"Yes? Yes!? Tell him what?"
"That—that the weapon was ready." Hermione looked devastated that she had broken their secret.
Umbridge's mouth dropped open. "A weapon? A weapon that Dumbledore could use to destroy the Ministry?"
"Yes—Yes, and we've finished it for him and we—we need to tell him. But we—we can't find him. A-and we need to tell him—or else he'll be so disappointed in us." Hermione was sobbing behind her hands at this point. Malfoy grinned at the idea that Granger was so upset that a Professor would be disappointed in her.
"Take me! Show me this weapon! Now!" Umbridge moved out of her space and grabbed Potter, releasing the spell she had on him. Hermione didn't move, and attempted to keep her gaze forlorn as she watched Harry wince in pain when she grabbed his hair again. No one touched her family and hurt them.
"I—I won't. Not w-w-with them," her gaze narrowed between her fingers at the Slytherins.
"You don't get to make the rules here, Ms. Granger. I do."
"Then I hope they learn how to use our weapon and use it against you! I hope they do so because you so desperately deserve it! Let's invite the whole bloody school then, shall we," Hermione shouted, her bottom lip trembling She bit it to hold it in place.
Umbridge looked around at her Inquisitorial Squad, narrowing her eyes on Malfoy for his smirk. He let his face slip back into its poker state. Blank, unreadable. "Professor, maybe two others should go—"
"No! Malfoy, I am perfectly capable of handling two teenagers on my own. No… You stay here and make sure none of this lot gets away." She rounded on Hermione and Harry, pointing her wand at the two of them. "Now, you two, lead the way."
Hogwarts Grounds
Harry was looking at Hermione, bewildered that she was actually pulling this off. Until, he realized that she was leading them into the Forbidden Forest. They passed Hagrid's hut when he realized where exactly they were going.
"It's in the half-breed's hut isn't it, the mangly oaf." Harry suppressed the urge to physically beat this woman. Hermione's stance straightened once more.
"No," she called softly. "It's located in the forest. Deep inside so no students can come across it."
Harry kept trying to catch Hermione's eye, trying to see what she had planned. She refused to look in his direction, but he could see a small smirk on her face. Instead of going the way towards Grawp, they headed in the direction to Aragog's nest. Umbridge fell a few feet behind them, but neither helped her to get up. If anything, Hermione's pace increased. "It's just a bit further up here!"
"Hermione! Keep it down or else we'll be heard!" She grinned savagely at him then, Umbridge being too far away from them to see.
"Hush, Potter. Let them all hear that I'm in this forest—" She didn't get to finish as an arrow swarmed past her head, sticking into the tree in front of her.
They all turned to look at the centaur that shot the arrow. Not two seconds later, there was a heard rushing around them in a circle.
"What are you doing on our lands, witch and wizard?!"
"Land that was given to you because the ministry decreed it so, you filthy half—"
"Half-breed?!" They were outraged.
Harry looked at Hermione to see an evil smile gracing her lips. It was something he'd never seen from her before and it slightly scared him. Yet, he knew now that this was her plan. Umbridge continued to shriek at the centaurs, pissing them off even further.
"Take the fat one back to camp. She will be dealt with immediately." They threw a screaming Umbridge over one of the backs of the centaurs. Her cries died down when they were so far away
"What of the young ones?"
"We do not hurt foals, you know this."
"But they were with her! They should be punished as well." Harry and Hermione looked at each other in fear.
"We were forced to be with her! We have nothing to do with her," Hermione cried.
"So you brought her here to be dealt with?! So, we could do your dirty work?"
"Well, no, but—"
"Nonsense! We are not like Firenze! We do not indulge in the matters of humans, yet you bring them for us to deal with! No, Bane, they shall be punished!"
Before they could enclose the two teenagers, the ground shook beneath them.
"Hagger?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Grawp had heard them. "Hermy? Hermy, where's Hagger?"
Hermione gripped Harry with a death grip on his arm. She looked terrified of the giant, yet relieved just as Harry felt. "I—I don't know Grawp!"
"GRAWP WANTS HIS HAGGER! HAGGER! HAGGER!" His feet were falling down, causing the centaurs to run amuck. They shot arrows at Grawp, making him more upset. As they struck at Grawp, they made breaks in the skin causing blood to spray down onto the ground. He brought his hands down to swat at the centaurs, and Harry and Hermione took the advantage and ran. Grawp ran after the centaurs off in the other direction.
After catching their breath, they ran back to the grounds of Hogwarts, making a back-up plan to save their friends. As they walked out of the forest, the two were arguing, trying to figure out the best way to get to Sirius as soon as possible.
"We need a plan Harry, and I hope you have a good one!" Hermione was exhausted with the day's events but knew it wasn't over quite yet.
"Yeah, just what is our plan?" Both teens turned towards the voice that belonged to the third of their Golden Trio.
"But—How—How did you get away?" Hermione was looking them all over, checking for more injuries as they explained their escape. She looked at Ginny gratefully when she heard about her hexing Malfoy with a Bat-Bogey hex. To which the girl simply replied, "I didn't like the way he was looking at you."
"We're at an impasse here though. We've got no way to get to the Ministry, Snape's not helping whatsoever and Padfoot is in trouble," Hermione stated.
"You can't come with me. This isn't something I can ask you to do for me," Harry said. He was worried and didn't need anyone else to get hurt in the process. Neville looked at him hard. "You really think we'd let you go alone? There's no need to ask us, Harry. We're Dumbledore's Army. We're going because we want to. Now let's head out there, and kick some butt!"
"Yes, that's all fine and dandy that is, but what in the bloody hell are we going to do to get there?" Ron asked.
"Thestrals, of course." Everyone turned to look at the blonde girl. Harry looked at Luna, seeing the thestrals next to her, as Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all stared hopelessly at nothing.
"Well, I guess there's nothing else we can do, is there," Hermione said. She paled immensely at the idea of flying. No matter what she will always hate it. Especially if she had to ride something she couldn't see.
With that in mind, they all left for the ministry.
Inside Hogwarts
Draco Malfoy was pissed. He was pissed that the Weaslette had gotten the best of him; the loathsome, little bitch. He sneered at anyone that got in his way as he headed back for Umbridge's office. They all ran out of his way, or turned back around to avoid going in the same direction as him. His magic vibrated against the halls in his fury. The first years, gave whimpers as his magic lashed out, accidently. Yet, he made no effort to rein it in.
"Oi, mate! Where are you headed off too?" Theodore Nott walked beside him, matching his brisk pace.
"Where do you think, Nott? If those imbeciles are heading anywhere, they've managed to lose Umbridge. I'm alerting my father." Draco was upset that Theo wasn't affected by his magic. Instead, Theo's magic reacted as a shield against Draco's. The perks of growing up in dark families that never controlled their magic.
"How do you know they aren't on the grounds," Nott asked, his voice low and deep. Draco's tone matched his, "Did you think you were the only one that caught the sudden mood change when Granger fessed up what she did?"
Theodore stilled, causing Draco to just nod his head. "That's what I thought."
Running up the last step on the third floor, he rounded a quick left and into Umbridge's classroom, heading to the back to her office. He pushed for the door but saw that it was locked. A simple alohomora hadn't worked.
"Step back Theo. Bombarda." Draco didn't have to raise his tone for the door to smash open, his magic still roaming freely and ravaging. As he grabbed the floo powder and threw it in, the flames reacted to his magic, coming out higher and hotter, if they could damage, as he stepped into the grate. "Choose to follow if you must Theo. But whatever you see—" Draco smirked at him, "—don't be afraid. Malfoy Manor."
After Draco disappeared in the flames, he shivered at how quickly Draco's tone turned dark. He knew he shouldn't have followed. He should've gone back down to the Slytherin dorms until Snape returned from wherever he had run off to. But with Luna Lovegood having followed her friends, he wasn't going to wait to hear some cock and bull story from the teachers. He was going to find out the real truth. After all, he had to keep tabs on his future intended. There was no way in hell he was going to let her go so easily, and no way in hell he was going to let anyone disrespect her. He was, after all, a Nott.
At the Ministry
She knew it was a ruse. She tried so desperately to tell Harry that this wasn't true. That he should've taken his Occlumency lessons more seriously. But he never fucking listened. Hermione sighed as she dodged another spell. She turned quickly and threw a stunner at the person that was chasing her, Harry, and Neville. They dived into an office laying low.
"I'VE FOUND THEM! HERE, IN AN OFFICE—"
"Silencio," Hermione hissed out. The death eater was silenced, but his partner followed in. He went to aim at Hermione. "You're going to regret that, you filthy, little Mudblood!"
Before he could start his spell Harry had knocked him down with a Petrificus Totalus. Hermione looked at him in surprise, "Well done, Harr—" but her appraisal was cut short. The death eater she had silenced had shot her down with an unknown spell. She gasped in pain, the spell hitting her in the ribs, but she felt it go further into her lower stomach. The pain was so great from the spell and the effects it had on her body had knocked her unconscious. But before she collapsed, one image ran through her mind unwillingly: the dark, stormy blue-gray gaze of Draco Malfoy.
Malfoy Manor
(45 Minutes before Hermione's cursed)
"Draco, darling, what are you doing here?" Narcissa Malfoy was confused at her son's presence. She felt his magic, licking at her skin, yet she didn't shudder in fear of it. She was dressed in her night robes, heavy to stop the cold from seeping into her skin in the cold manor. She looked into his eyes as he focused on her, and saw his gaze that reminded her of her mothers. Fear shot down her spine before he focused back at the fireplace as Theodore Nott came through the Floo.
"Theodore?" Now she was seriously confused. "What in the damnation are you two doing here at the Manor?"
"Where's father, mother?" Draco's tone low and dark, but not vicious. "He's just left, Draco. Your father, aunt, and others have left with the Dark Lord not long ago to the Ministry. You knew this, why—"
"Because it's not a damned raid on records they're doing, mother!" His voice had a growl to it.
"Narcissa, we had something occur at school," Theo started. Narcissa sighed heavily, knowing already, that it had something to do with that blasted witch. Theodore continued. "Umbridge caught Potter and his friends trying to communicate with someone. Granger lied for them, thinking Umbridge would fall for it."
"And, of course, Dolores did. She's a buffoon that blasted woman. I've never cared for her before, but to not realize that a Magbob that's gifted with the name Greatest Witch of her Age could come up with anything…Well, I guess Dolores has never been that smart. Come, you look like you two could deal with a drink. You can discuss with me what you needed to tell your father, I shall pass it on to Bella." Narcissa turned, gracefully, to the drawing room. "Continue to tell me what happened."
And so the two teens did as was bid. Narcissa poured them both drinks of Firewhiskey and sat down on one of the loveseats. "So, you're telling me that Potter and Granger managed to lose Dolores in the Forbidden Forest?"
The boys both nodded their heads. Narcissa looked away in disgust. "Draco, I understand why you're here, but Theodore I do not." He piercing blue gaze shifted to Theodore.
"Well, you see, there's another girl with them. Father will recognize her if he's with them. Her name is Luna Lovegood… She's my intended. Our mothers used to be close when we were younger, and after the both of us lost ours—" he choked up at this. Theodore had never gotten over his mother's death, as much as everyone thought it was his father's doing, it was his little sisters. Accidental magic in the womb…well the end result was fairly obvious for the both of them. "—When we both lost them, my father and hers had always stuck us together, until I left for Hogwarts. Because of that, they drew up a marriage draft for the both of us. Neither of us refused and it was official as of last year before the return of our Lord…Her friends don't know, and you know the others won't care about her because she's on the other side. I wanted to warn my father of her presence."
Narcissa nodded, understanding Nott's concern. Draco looked on impassively. His eyes still a darkened color that gave Narcissa some fear. "Alright, I will return shortly. I will contact Bella and be back, feel free to stay for the night."
Narcissa walked out of the drawing room into her office. There sat a piece of glass…one that only few Blacks knew about. She knew their cousin, Sirius, possessed the other pair.
"Bella…Bellatrix." Her blue eyes were looking into the shard before they were replaced with a pair of dark brown.
"Yes, Cissy?"
"Alert the Dark Lord, and my husband of not only Potter's arrival, but a rather large group of teenagers. As well as alert them and Lord Nott of a Lovegood's presence. She's not to be harmed, as she is Theodore's intended." There was a sigh on Bellatrix's end.
"The message shall be passed along, sister. They have arrived, and we shall be home soon. Farewell, Cissy."
"Farewell and safe travels, sister," Narcissa said to her own blue eyes. She was always afraid that her family would be injured whenever they went out, especially her sister. She had lost one already and didn't want to lose the other. She looked up into the room next to her office, the one with the Black family tree on the walls. As she walked in she breathed in a deep breath, staring at the black marks made by their family. Her hand rested on her sisters, Andromeda's.
"Mother…" Draco was leaning against the doorway, staring at her with that dark gaze of his, questioningly.
"Did you know Draco, that your Aunt and I are not so much the same as our parents… That we don't believe in anyone being burnt off of our family tree." Draco shrugged off the wall to come stand next to her, staring at the wall, at all the members that had been burnt off.
"I did not," he said quietly.
"We never believed that the world was as black and white as everybody makes it out to be. Your Aunt Andromeda is our prime example." Draco wasn't used to seeing this side of his mother. He was used to her cold, detached exterior. "We believe that there are Mudblood's, of course, but as your father and I call Ms. Granger, there are Magbob's as well. Your Uncle is a Magbob, too."
"But, these aren't our Lord's beliefs, mother. I thought you thought as he did?"
"Once upon a time they were his beliefs, Draco. Too much dark magic not associated with any light magic has twisted him. He only believes in power and immortality. There's so much more you have to learn, my dragon; so much more to understand." Draco nodded before heading back to the drawing room. "Why don't you boys head to bed? I'll be up there soon enough with everything you shall need for the evening."
Draco followed his mother's advice, grabbing Theo and heading upstairs to their rooms. Once he showed Theo where his room would be, he headed to his room. His magic had been difficult to reign in all night. He was washing his face when he finally decided to look in the mirror. Instead of his light colored eyes that he was gifted from both parents, they were dark, frightening. He looked closer but had a hard time focusing as his vision began to swim. His magic spiked, throwing him off balance enough for him to grab the counter as support. His breathing became rushed, and the room started to heat up with the amount of magic he was releasing. Then, there was a pain in his ribs and lower stomach, feeling like fire making a straight line through him.
From below in her office, Narcissa felt the surge of magic and ran as fast as she could upstairs to its source. Theo ran out of his room, right behind her as she barged into Draco's room. She ran to his bathroom, slamming open the doors. "Draco? Draco?!"
She saw him grasping his side. When he opened his eyes they were no longer dark, as they had returned to his normal color but were shining as if light was reflecting into them. His fingernails had grown an inch and were sharpened to a deadly point, and his canines had lengthened as well. She thought he wouldn't have had the gene because he was male. That he had missed it.
"Draco what are you feeling right now?" She asked him, worriedly.
"All I feel is pain. But it's not mine." He made a low whine in his throat. He closed his eyes, seeing nothing but whiskey brown eyes. The same ones he stared into earlier.
"It's Granger, I think. I think she's hurt." Narcissa's breath was one of relief. He wasn't experiencing the full transformation, yet.
"Do you feel a pull to her? Any pain that's your own?"
His breath was slowing, but coming in heavy breaths. "No. No, none of my own."
"Good, Draco I need you to stand okay? I need you to focus on bringing in your magic." He nodded, grasping the counter to use as leverage. Theo stood in the door way, confused as all hell, but knowing to wait to ask any questions. As soon as Draco was standing, he leaned against the counter, looking at his mother for answers.
"I'll answer any questions you have soon, my dragon, but I need you to focus on your magic."
"Yeah, yeah I can—I can—" He was cut off at the noise of people coming into his room.
The others had returned from the Ministry. Lucius, Bella, and Nott Sr. had came in Draco's room; Lucius and Bella having sensed Draco's magic.
"Father," Draco nodded in Lucius' direction.
"Son. It was good that you informed us the rest were there. Now what's wrong? Are you alright?"
Draco nodded at his father's concern, knowing that every once and awhile the man showed concern for his heir. "Is—Is everything alright with Granger?"
Lucius looked towards his wife, confused at the question. Bella, having known what was going on based on Narcissa's reaction, answered for him. "Dolohov cursed her. It was supposed to be a simple, harmless spell, but she silenced him. It was cast with a different intent than it should've been; one that could scar her for life in ways unforeseen. She was unconscious when we left."
Draco looked at his Aunt, his pain moving into his heart as he gasped and collapsed where he stood. Luckily, Theo was fast and caught him before he hit the ground. He looked at everyone, confused even more about why Draco would care about Granger's state. He looked at his father, concerned about Luna's state before receiving a nod from his father that she was fine. He took one look at Lucius' face before looking at Narcissa. "What in the bloody fuck just happened?"
Narcissa looked to her husband, back to her sister. "It seems, Theodore… It seems that Draco has the Veela gene that runs though the Black bloodline. And it seems that since Ms. Granger was harmed in a certain way, it triggered a reaction, which means that she may be Draco's mate. If he was seeing her as she was hurt, then it's very possible. It would mean that something so severe happened to her that it caused her magic to spark Draco's prematurely. We can only tell though, if she saw him. If she did, then it was her magic's way of letting her know about him."
Theodore sat there in shock, before dragging Draco to his bed. "You know she'll never accept him, right." His look was forlorn as he gazed upon his best friend.
"He has two years before his transformation…In which he just needs to find his mate. He has until eighteen to mark her as his."
"Bloody fuck Drake," Theo whispered, running a hand through his dark hair. "Of course you'd be mated to a witch that fucking despises you.
A/N: This is just the beginning. And I hope you all enjoyed it. Anything that seems familiar here is all from the book.
*Magbob= a term I found on Harry Potter wiki. It's a nickname for muggleborns, but where as Mudblood is an insult, Magbob is an endearment that purebloods used for muggleborns. There's so many interesting things you find out, especially on pottermore.