The brilliant sunlight shone through the window and hit the fading magnolia paint on the ceiling above my head, my eyes felt like they were burning and my head was pounding, I knew that I had been abit excessive with the fire whiskey last night but it was the beginning of the summer holiday and we only had one year left at Hogwarts before we were all set free into the big wide wizarding world. I already knew what I wanted to do within the wizarding world, I wanted to work for a little while in the ministry ad then go into wizarding publishing, I knew it was a little different but books were my passion and one of the reasons I am alive. I stumbled from my tiny single bed into the bathroom the bright white walls crawling into my tortured brain to inflict further pain, my sensitive corneas burned and my pupils dilated, surely I couldn't be this hungover I had been ok last night, I had even put myself to bed unlike Ron.

I looked into the mirror expecting to be looking at a dishevelled mess, I had a shock.

Ok shock was an understatement, surely the person looking back at me couldn't be the hot mess that my hangover caused me to be, she was glorious and frightening. I had grown at least 2 inches and instead of my hair being a bushy mess sitting on my shoulders it was a caramel waterfall cascading down over my breasts, smooth and shiny it was beautiful, my lips were more plump, blood red and perfect, my buck teeth were no more instead I had two rows of perfectly shaped pearly white teeth. My body hadn't changed much, my breasts were more pert and I couldn't help run my hand over them to make sure I didn't have a bra on, as my fingertips grazed over my nipple through the thin fabric of my pyjama top I felt shivers work themselves though my body, god that felt good. I had no idea why I had changed so completely but I was beautiful and my head hammered on, I muttered a anti hangover spell but my brain was still being thrown against my skull It seemed I was stuck suffering like a muggle , if I was to suffer like a muggle I would act like one , I stumbled back into the bedroom and threw myself on the mattress throwing my duvet over my head like a child to extinguish the light .

I was awakened by Molly at some point during late afternoon , the sun was not so violent and I made it downstairs for a piece of toast , the boys were outside playing quidditch on the hill , molly sat beside me with a mug of tea "now tell me what's happened Hermione you look so different things like this don't just happen overnight" but that was precisely what had happened , I had changed overnight , what could I tell her ? how could I explain that I got absolutely hammered last night and woke up the beautiful creature that faced me in the mirror that morning. I stared at her puzzled and trying to form a suitable explanation. Molly once again broke our silence "never mind dear if it takes you this long to answer then you're either trying to lie or you don't know either" she stood and put her mug in the sink to wash before patting my shoulder and going to check on the boys.

I sat contemplating on what might have happened to me and I came up with nothing, nada, I was apparently the smartest witch of the century and I was dumbstruck. I had no clue what had happened to me or how I was going to fix it, did I want to fix It? I had never been into beauty or appearances and prided myself on the knowledge that I was the only girl in my dorm that didn't spend an hour every morning in front of a mirror muttering spells and coating myself I mascara and lipsticks. I was Hermione granger, plain jane and nerd extraordinaire but now I had been smacked in the face with physical beauty did I really want to change back. Ron answered that question for me when he walked through the door and was unable to take his eyes away from my body, this is what it had been like for the yule ball in fourth year when he was to pig headed to actually compliment me now he seemed to be trying but failing, I knew in that moment that I wanted more than anything to change back and stop his ogling eyes. Harry wasn't much better until my fire cracker best girlfriend and Mrs potter-to-be walked through the door and gave him a swift smack to the back of his head. Ginny was the only one, except George, to look at me as if nothing had changed, appearance's however can be deceiving and I knew a full blown girl chat with squealing and jumping was looming in the not so distant future. Luckily for me my head ache was dying down and the amber sunset was kinder on my delicate eyes than the harsh morning and irritable afternoon beams have been, otherwise I'm not sure I could have handled the rowdy weasley dinner table. The table was alight with the news that Bill and fleur were visiting from shell cottage in the morning, they were getting ready to celebrate their 2nd anniversary, there wedding was attacked by death eaters and there 1st anniversary took place in the middle of a war zone there was high hopes for this one to be normal, finally it was a reason for the Weasleys to celebrate after the loss of Fred haunting them every day.

I excused myself from the table once the sun had set and the moon now stood proudly in its place, I had spent all of my day in bed and now I planned on spending all of my evening there curled up searching through my old school books to try and find a way to reverse what has happened to me. Needless to say I found nothing at around midnight I gave in for a now and decided to get some sleep, the reading had brought back the fire in my eyes. As I lay down and closed my eyes ready for sleep to take over I got blurry images of stormy grey eyes and marble skin, they were soon carried away by a dreamless sleep.

The morning arrived far too quickly, I bounded to the bathroom to see if I was back to normal, I was sorely mistaken, I dragged my feet on the way back to my bedroom the hope that filled me had deflated , like a balloon. I spent a while getting dressed both wanting to avoid Mrs weasley whilst she was preparing for one of her babies to come home and to avoid the wandering eyes of Ron. I heard the fire roar to life and the Weasley raucous signal the arrival of bill and fleur. I decided to give them some family time and carry on with my research that was until the small red fire ball that was Ginevra weasley dragged me from my pit and down towards what sounded like a riot. I noticed Fleur first she was glowing and huge I knew she was pregnant but I had no idea she was this pregnant. Whilst most women that size looked tired and grumpy she was radiant, like a model in a pregnancy magazine. She rushed towards me "Hermione I had no idea you were a veela, you should have sent me an owl I can tell you almost anything you need to know" I stared at her as if she was insane and saw the entire weasley family take a step back, I managed after a minute to stumble over my words "I'm … I can't … I'm not a veela I'm just a muggle born… I have no veela's in my family tree I checked before to see if there was magic and there wasn't, fleur I'm sorry you must have got it wrong" fleur looked at me then bill and the rest of the family and back to me before bursting out laughing "oh Hermione , sweet naïve Hermione, I am not wrong on this you are going through a veela transformation I'm a fellow veela I can feel the magic spreading through you, your veins are buzzing with it" I was dumbstruck "I promise you I cannot be wrong on this you are either a veela or a veela's mate."

My mind whirled through what fleur had just said, I was a veela's mate, no wonder I hadn't realised there was nothing taught in Hogwarts about veela's, they were very private creatures. "but if I'm a veela that means I'm stuck with one person for the rest of my life… I don't know any veela's I'm going to have to marry a stranger." As soon as I had said it out loud it hit me I was to marry someone and I had no choice, if I didn't they would die and I could have my magic taken away from murdering a rare creature, suddenly Ron didn't seem so bad. I left the Weasleys in the front room and went up to my room there was an owl waiting for me and curiously I ripped open the letter it held. There was one line of wring written in a beautiful script:

Once you know who you now are this letter will transport you to me, I will be waiting for you my mate

I felt the familiar tug in the pit of my stomach and knew this letter was a portkey, I had no idea where I was going and who I would meet there but this seemed strange, something wasn't right why couldn't they just come here and introduce themselves in the second I was thinking about this I forgot to let go and before I knew it the world around me dissolved. The next time I opened my eyes I was falling into alabaster arms I was greeted my stormy grey eyes and a furrowed brow, I knew those eyes I pulled away from the muscular body and stared into the face of Draco Malfoy.