Is It Necessary?
Veela!DracoXHermoine story, this is the first story I've published to fan fiction and I've always loved veela Draco and Hermoine pairings. On with the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I just spend my life reading and writing fan fiction for Dramoine. Harry Potter belongs completely to J K Rowling.
"Draco, son, listen, I wanted to inform you of this, I promise I did, but with the rise of the dark lord, and then your father going to jail, I just couldn't find the time. Not only that but you were forced to become a death eater. This would have only stressed you out more. Now please stop pacing, your giving me a headache."
Stop pacing? The woman thinks I can just stop pacing? I'm 18 in just a few months and by then I have to have found, and marked, my mate or Ill die? Bloody veela heritage, and I'm expected NOT to pace? How could I not pace! Some lady gets to have me fawning over her all because I'm a veela and she's my mate? It had better not be pansy-
"Draco? You alright?"
"No mother, I'm not, I have 8 months to find my mate and have her fall in love with me! 8 months! If I don't I'll die. Besides how could someone love me when I have the dark mark on my arm!"
"Draco, whoever your veela heritage chooses will not be one who cannot get past your dark mark, which you were forced to take, it isn't as if you lined up and begged for one."
"But-"
"No, whoever this girl is i look forward to meeting her over christmas break. You need to catch the Hogwarts train soon. Please apparate to the station, or else you will miss the train, see you in winter break."
Hermoine awoke to her alarm angrily buzzing on her night stand, startled she jumped up and grabbed her wand, before realizing that she was in her room in the burrow, not out destroying horcruxes. Resignedly she lied back down to get a few more minutes rest, magically silencing her alarm. Just as she was about to drift back to sleep, someone started knocking on her door and called out in a voice that sounded like harry, or the boy-who-hasn't-long-to-live and demanded she come down for breakfast. Despite her lingering drowsiness she ambled down the stairs to eat.
Breakfast was uneventful, and soon Hermoine was back in her room muttering angrily while shoving things into her trunk, the war resulted in missing some of seventh year. They had 7 months, and seventh year students had gotten an offer from Headmisstress McGonagall to stay over the summer and finish their education. As they had been strongly encouraged to accept anyone who wasn't dead or in azkaban would be giving up their summer. Ron, her boyfriend of 3 weeks had not been happy about this at all. Casting one last look at her room she levitated her trunk and met Harry, Ginny and Ron out in the hallway, the later placing a quick kiss on her lips. After they prepared to make their way to the station.
Finally the unpleasant tug of apparition ends and I'm on platform 9 3/4, this time however something is off. Has it always smelt so good here? I spot a familiar italian preparing to board the train and quickly look away. He is my friend but I don't know if I can deal with him at the moment.
"OY, Drake!"
Blaise Zabini. Merlin help me. Oh come on you haven't seen him in months. Just say hi to that git you call a friend.
"Blaise, back to Hogwarts with you too? Do not tell me you've missed it." Blaise dramatically throws a hand over his chest and opens his mouth in a fashion which suggests he will not be done speaking for a while.
"Come along," I smoothly interrupt. "Let's board the train before it leaves."
Nice save Drac- oh blast it there is that scent again. I will find it this time!
I quickly push past Blaise who is grumbling about being interrupted and shoved, I speed onto the train where the smell is so strong I stand and gasp for a few seconds than take off running with increasing desperation.
Draco, what are you doing? You are blindly chasing a smell, shouldn't you be going to to the head compartments?
However the scent only crowds more into my head the closer I get to the head compartments. My head is slightly foggy now but I just need that scent. Staggering a bit I lift a foot and kick open the compartment door.
Granger and McGonagall both jump at the sudden interruption, good.
Good? You startled Granger! Go to her! Comfort her!
I swagger over to Granger only falling on my face once, because the scene keeps getting stronger and bloody stronger. Perhaps it is coming from Granger? I just know I'll regret this. Collapsing next to her I push my face into her neck to get more of the scent. I then promptly faint.
Did Malfoy just… is he smelling my neck? Did he just pass out? Who in the name of Godric Gryffindor let him near the fire whisky? Ferrets are not supposed to drink.
"P-Professor? What is wrong with Malfoy? Can you get him off me?"
"Miss Granger, it appears this years head boy has arrived. Draco chose that moment to groan than slowly wake up.
"Her- Granger, why in Salazar's name am I on your lap? Offence intended, never in a million lives."
"Why don't you tell me Malfoy! You kicked open the door, fell flat on your face, smelt me and lost consciousness! Then you- wait, Professor you didn't say he's the other head did you?"
"I did miss Granger, and I believe you are correct in the notion that Mr Malfoy has some explaining to do."
All eyes turned on the Slytherin prince, he gulped.
"Well,"
"Professor McGonagall have you told the new head boy and girl all they need to know yet? We are almost at Hogwarts, and they haven't even changed yet."
"I have not yet informed them of anything yet, Professor Sprout, Mr Malfoy has had an unfortunate fainting spell and we were waiting for him to explain."
Think quickly Draco, what's an excuse! Come on you mustn't tell them the real reason!
"As Professor Sprout so kindly pointed out we have almost reached Hogwarts and I must get changed, it appears my explanation must wait. I will explain in Hogwarts."
Wrenching open the compartment door Draco swept out to change, leaving a confused head girl and two befuddled teachers in his wake.
It is odd how ferr- Malfoy has been acting, Professor. what was him fainting like that about?
Hearing Grangers voice in his head made him quite suddenly halt, much to the annoyance of other students wishing to change. After a few shoves they all pushed past him but he still stood in partial shock.
No I don't suppose we could find out could we? Well I could always ask him later, Professor perhaps you could tell me everything Malfoy and I must know, I could fill him in later.
Once Malfoy returned to the compartment Professor McGonagall was just telling Granger about the password for the head dorms. Taking a small and discreet sniff of the scent still lingering in the compartment he sat down.
"Mr Malfoy have you even been paying attention? We just said the password to the head dorms is "unity" but you may change it if you like. Have you been too busy staring at miss Granger, will you two being heads together be a problem?"
Hermione answered yes just as quickly as Draco said no. Hermione couldn't miss the hurt that flashed across Draco's face at her words. The expression was briefly wiped from his face as he finished answering for both of them.
"Of course not professor, Granger and I should be fine, how do we change the password?"
"Yes, of course, you say the old password then knock with your wand three times and say the new one. Rather simple I should think."
Whats the password again? Oh, right, unity. McGonagall said so right after she accused me of staring at Granger, like I would ever. Although she has gotten prettier over the years, and her hair has flattened-
"Mr Malfoy you were staring at miss Granger again, would you care to give us your explanation now?"
Merlin why does Malfoy keep starting at me?
"I don't know Granger, perhaps because your hair looks twice as bad as it usually does!"
Wait a second, she didn't say that, Granger thought that, damn it.
"I- I, please excuse me a moment." Nice going you've made granger cry. You're a bloody idiot you know that?
Why does every one hate my hair? Is it really that bad? Before I started school I used to love my hair, but I see it as what it is now. Awful and disgusting.
Hermoine sat dejectedly in the girls washrooms on the train, they were almost at Hogwarts and she had changed but she couldn't stop the hot tears rolling down her face. They were beginning to sting and burn but they kept trailing paths down her face. As there was a line up she hd her face to hide her tears and found an empty compartment. She didn't know why she was crying, Malfoy had insulted her plenty of times. This time just seemed to be the final insult she could handle. So she sat, sobbing, in the empty compartment, and thats just how Draco found her.
At least she got the satisfaction of seeing Draco's shocked face before it crumpled into, dare she say it…guilt.
"G-granger?" The words passed through his lips sounding as though he was in pain. If Hermione didn't know better she would have thought he was in agony. He took a deep, shuddering breath, than asked "Are you alright?" At her strangled nod Draco sighed than firmly sat himself down next to her. "Granger, what I- what I said about your hair I- I didn't mean it. I shouldn't have said that." Hermoine looked up, a resigned and wary look on her face, her tears gently clinging to her eyelashes. "Malfoy? When you insulted my hair you were answering a question I had not yet vocalized. Also why do you sound like your in pain every time you say something? Why are you being nice now…" She trailed off uncertainly, stray tears clambering down her cheeks and throat. "Granger I will explain some things eventually, but not now. Get up, we are at Hogwarts, and its pointless crying over a prat like myself isn't it?" All Hermoine did was nod dumbly in shock over him using her first name. The only other time she had heard him use it was in first year before they had been sorted.
Hermoine couldn't believe her eyes, Hogwarts, it really and truly existed. Finally all the strange things that had happened to her made sense, she was a witch. Just than a platinum blonde boy appeared at her side. "Im Draco Malfoy, who are you?"
"Hermoine Granger. What subject are you looking foreword to most?"
"Potions, my godfather Severus Snape teaches it. Also Hermoine is a lovely name, please call me Draco. May I call you Hermoine?"
"Of course. Im most looking foreword to potions as well, it seems to be a lovely art. Is Professor Snape a good teacher?"
"The best."
"Hermoine? We, erm, have head duties?"
"Pardon?"
"Finally, I've been calling the past five minutes. Come on, we mustn't be late on our first days."