A/N: Ok so I've gone through and I've done some revising. I haven't changed much, just some inconsistencies that I found and grammar and spelling errors.

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Hermione Granger thrashed about in her bed. She felt as if she were being pulled in a thousand different directions while having liquid fire rush through her veins. Sweat covered her entire body as she gnashed her teeth together to muffle the scream that threatened to spill out her lips. Her façade was broken however, as the pain worsened. She arched up off the bed and screamed. Kicking and thrashing, she tried to get away but nothing helped. A wild hand smashed the lamp on her bedside table and then all was quit, aside from Hermione's panting.

**One Week Later**

The students of Hogwarts' quickly said their last goodbye's and filed onto the grand Hogwarts' Express as the last warning whistle sounded. As the last of the students boarded, the train jolted to a start and Ron, Harry, and Ginny could be found looking for an empty compartment.

"Oi! Over here!" Ron Weasley called out nearly ten minutes later. His best friend and sister, Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, joined him and settled in for the journey to Hogwarts', School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Has anyone seen Hermione yet?" Ginny asked after a bit.

"Has anyone heard from Hermione since her birthday?" Harry piped in. The trio thought it over for a moment before they realized they hadn't. It was odd since she usually wrote them everyday.

"She probably got busy with studying, you know how Hermione can be. Plus it is your seventh year, she most likely got Head Girl." Ginny's answer had put the boys to ease somewhat but if they didn't see Hermione by dinner they were going straight to Dumbledore. A paper plane came gliding into the compartment just then with Ginny's name on it.

Ginny,

I'm sorry I haven't written you or the boys in a week, please meet me in compartment 7 in 10 minutes with Harry and Ronald and I will explain everything then.

Love,

Hermione

Ginny quickly told Harry and Ron about the note and they made their way to compartment 7 to hear what Hermine had to say. They slid the door open and stepped in. Hermione looked up at them. She looked different but they couldn't place just what was different. The changes they saw were very subtle. Her once bushy mane now fell in beautiful, honey ringlets around her heart-shaped face. Her button nose was dusted in freckles and just a tad rounder. Her already big eyes now had a doe-ish look to them making her seem more innocent than ever. Her plain brown eyes had transformed into liquid milk chocolate with gold flecks in them with thick, long eyelashes sweeping across her freckled cheeks. The lips everyone thought plain and simple were now lush and pouty with her lower lip jutting out a teeny bit more than her upper. Harry and Ron stood there, mouths gaping open whilst Ginny beamed at her.

"Did you start using beauty spells Hermione? You look absolutely gorgeous!" Ginny gushed and sat down next to her. Hermione smiled and shook her head sadly. "What's wrong 'Mione, everything ok?"

"This is what I have to talk to you about." She gestured for Ron and Harry to sit. "Well, I guess I should start at the beginning. A week ago, on my 17th birthday, I found out I was a Veela." All three of them gasped. "Please let me finish before you interrupt. Like I said I found out I was a Veela. I went through the transformation, which is wicked painful."

"But, Hermione, Veela can only technically be from a magical family. Your parents are muggles!" Ron cut in.

"Hush Ronald! I'm getting to that! So I had already known that so when I turned I went to my parents and asked them if I was really their daughter. Sigh. Turns out I'm adopted. I was adopted by the Granger's when I was 4 months old. The Grangers' found out they couldn't conceive and shortly after a mysterious couple turned up with me and a letter. Jane and Henry were told to give me the letter on my 17th birthday. Do you guys know who Analise and Blake Lorner are?"

"You mean the old Wizarding royal family that died out 17 years ago because of the lost heir?" Ginny was on the edge of her seat.

"Yes the very one, well turns out... I'm the lost heir. It wasn't public knowledge the Lorner's were Veela, the Veela gene skipped a generation. It doesn't show up in the men just gets passed on. The men in our family are all three-quarters Veela, the women are all full or three fourths Veela. I'm full Veela."

Harry finally said something, "So what does that mean Hermione?"

"It means if I wanna live to see Christmas I have six months to find my mate and mark him or I die." Hermione finished solemnly.

"Blimey Hermione, that's a lot to take in right now." Ron shook his head.

"I know, I had to tell you guys before it got leaked out. One good thing about this though, I've got more money than Malfoy!"

"Never thought I'd see the day when someone had more Galleons than Draco Malfoy." Ginny muttered. After Hermione finished dishing out all the details of her upcoming 'royal' duties and the mate business, they settled into a comfortable chatter about the upcoming year.

Their happy chatter was soon interrupted by none other than Draco Malfoy. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Potty, Weasel, mudblood, Weaselette?" Malfoy sneered at them. He stood there in all his glory with Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. Hermione looked up with a witty retort on the tip of her tongue, but it seemed when she looked up at Malfoy everything in her world came undone.