Prompt: Hermione is dating Harry, and Draco has to win her over because he's a veela and she's his mate

Prompter/beta reader: rayleejane

Part I

Staring rather ominously into the dying embers of the fire situated in the Slytherin dungeons, Draco Malfoy was looking as brooding as ever. From his hand hung a letter from his mother, he had just been informed that he had come of age and inherited the veela blood from his maternal Grandfather. He was most unamused by this development.

Pansy pranced into the common room and launched herself unceremoniously onto the blonds' lap, scaring the boy senseless. He quickly pushed her off with such force that she fell on the floor, the only thing cushioning her fall was her bottom. He proceeded to stomp up to his Head Boy quarters slamming the portrait with unnecessary force. He was in a bad mood, to say the least

At the same moment in time in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione was slaving over a Defence against the Dark Arts which incidentally was due in 2 months. Unbeknownst to the Head girl, her boyfriend was sneaking up behind her ready for a sneak attack. Seconds later a shrill scream could be heard emitting from said girl as she jumped at least a couple of feet in the air.

"Harry!" she scolded him while swatting his wayward hands. "I was trying to do this essay. Do you know how complex…" she trailed off as Harry tuned her out trying to cop a feel.

"Oi, you two!" Ron shouted at the unsuspecting couple. "Get a room, would you? I don't fancy seeing you guys go at it right here." Hermione in turn laughed and continued to swat Harry's hand away, resorting to a protego charm being erected around her being. Ron laughed at Harry's dejected kicked puppy look and continued to talk with Seamus and Dean.

Tomorrow was set to be a rather interesting day for all.

Wiltshire, at this current moment, was a miserable place to be. Sitting in her chair in the largest drawing room, Narcissa watched as her husband began pacing up and down the length of the room. It seemed he was far from happy with dissolving the wedding contract made between the Houses of Greengrass and Malfoy. She sighed happily, knowing that something good was going to come from Draco inheriting the Veela blood.

"What the bloody hell are you so happy about, dear?" Lucius turned to his contented wife. "Our son could die if he doesn't find his mate. Or worse still, he could pick a mud-" his sentence got cut off when he spotted his wife's very stern and angry glare. He felt like a child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Don't you even start." Narcissa warned glaring at her husband. "You know the wizarding world is dying out. And as much as I hate to admit, and believe me I do, muggleborns –not mudbloods, my dear husband- are the best option for our bloodline to be carried on. And I know just the one who can handle and match Draco in every department; wit, intelligence, sarcasm and anything else you can come up with husband."

Having realised who his wife was referring to, Lucius quickly blanched not even bothering to cover up his worrying. "But the boy despises her very being." He said weakly, knowing that it wouldn't be enough. Not with the Veela blood coursing through his heir's body.

"Oh and I suppose him droning on about the girl every summer shows that he hates her." Narcissa replied flatly. "Our son wouldn't shut up about Hermione Granger, even if we Imperio'd his tongue to stop talking. And what's that saying: The more a wizard likes a witch, the more he pulls her proverbial piggy tails and talks of her."

Blanching even more at the truth of this 'saying', Lucius huffed and sat down on the chaise lounge, watching as his smug wife walk back to the kitchen for a nightcap. How the Dark Lord ws not scared of his wife's Slytherin tendencies was beyond him.