A/N: Hello all how are you? I'm rather well! And oh my goodness! I'm into Draco/Hermione fiction more than ever! I've recently discovered the wonders on Veela-fics and I must say, they are AMAZING! So, that is what I am writing right now! I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. But if I did… heh heh heh…

Draco Malfoy stared at his parents with a blank look on his face. If he could he would've replied back but at the present nothing was going through that pretty head of his.

"I'm a what…?" he managed after a few, very long seconds.

Narcissa Malfoy sighed and rubbed her temples. Her son was quite intelligent, very bright, second in his school in fact, but this, this wasn't proving it.

"You are part veela, Draco, dear," Draco's mother said. "For the second time."

Draco's mouth was still gaping open.

"Oh close your mouth, Draco, you look like some bloody muggle," Lucius Malfoy's portrait spat. "It isn't that difficult to comprehend."

For you, Draco thought bitterly.

"Where is it from?" Draco asked wearily. "How… did you figure this out?"

"From your mother's side of the family," Lucius replied. "As to how we figured it out, well, you have been gaining some veela-like tendencies."

Draco looked up confused.

"What kind of tendencies?"

Narcissa replied.

"Your hair has been growing three inches every week since your seventeenth birthday."

"That was only two weeks ago."

"That's six inches," Narcissa said.

Draco pouted and ran his hands through his hair. It had gotten longer.

"Your body's been acting strange," Lucius started, "and it has nothing to do with your hormones."

Draco had to control the urge to cover his body with his arms.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Your eyes turn nearly black when you're angry or possessive," Narcissa continued.

"That's impossible!" Malfoy interjected.

Narcissa smiled at her son.

"Is it Draco?" she asked quietly. Draco did not reply.

"And lastly, you've been staring off into space for countless hours, sometimes making curious noises and such," Narcissa finished. "You are feeling lonely aren't you, Draco?"

Draco was shocked. He had no idea his mother had been watching and he didn't want to admit she was correct. He had been feeling lonely. When he looked out the window, into the vast amounts of land his family owned, he started to feel as if he was missing someone. His heart and body called out to that person, wherever they were. The pain was almost too much to bear.

"We may know why you feel this way," Narcissa said softly.

"Why?" Draco asked, still not looking at his mother. "Is it because of my veela blood?"

"Yes. The loneliness you feel is a result of the mating season that has yet to arrive."

That made Draco's head snap up.

"What?" he asked angrily. "Could you repeat that?"

The portrait of Lucius Malfoy sighed in frustration.

"Did you not hear you mother? Oh why do we have such a dim-witted son?" the portrait said exasperatedly. "Draco the mating season for your blood type is soon approaching. As you've probably noticed, many, if not all of your senses have been heightened. This is for the searching of… because you need to find…."

Lucius' portrait looked as if it would rather not finish its sentence.

"Need to find what?" Draco asked more interested than ever.

There was a silence for a minute.

"…Mate," Lucius' voice broke the silence.

Draco's eye widened.

"Mate!" he cried.

"The veela side of you needs a mate to survive. It is part of the way you are," Narcissa replied.

Draco looked positively faint. He flopped onto a chair and held his head in his hands. This was too much for him to take in at the moment. He was part veela for one thing and he needed a mate? What kind of family lineage did the Malfoy's keep? And why was this happening when he was only seventeen?

Narcissa's heart pulled toward her son and she sat beside him.

"Now Draco listen to me," she said in her most soothing voice. "Once the blood of the veela completely kicks in, there is no turning back. And once you find your mate you will be unbelievably possessive of her… or him."

"Him!" Draco looked up in horror.

"Maybe it won't be a him. You know very well that will never be allowed regardless of your blood and I'm certain it'll be a woman," Narcissa said while rubbing her son's back.

"How do you know?"

"Veela instinct," Draco's mother simply said. A few moments later something dawned on Draco. His mother was a good bit of veela wasn't she?

"You're how much veela, again mother?" Draco asked quietly.

"Technicalities are unimportant dear, but I am one half. Surprisingly your father also has the blood in him but he doesn't want to admit it."

The portrait of Lucius Malfoy was currently ranting on how a perfect marriage between the Parkinson's had been ruined because of darned veela mating. Draco cringed when he thought of marrying Pansy Parkinson.

"Why doesn't father want to admit his veela blood?" Draco asked returning to his conversation with his mother.

"The gene isn't dominant in him. It skipped him and his is still quite unhappy because of it," Narcissa said smiling. Her smiled faded when she looked upon her son.

"Draco," she said softly. Draco turned to his mother. "You're incredible handsome right now but in a few days you'll be… different," Narcissa said stroking her son's cheek. Horror dawned on his features. Would he become hideous? Narcissa let a small polite laugh escape her lips.

"You won't get any less handsome, I promise," she said. "You'll gain even more beauty…and so much more…"

"More?"

Narcissa just smiled. Draco was confused. His mother had an odd sense of humour but he smiled back at her.

"I'll do my best, mother," Draco said softly. He didn't notice but his eyes were a few shades darker than usual.

Three very interesting days later, Draco left for his final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had finally begun to understand and get a feel for his veela blood- and veela tendencies. All of which were surprisingly useful but not all of them were especially fun.

The day after his parents told him of his exotic blood Draco became terribly ill. He felt as if he was burning- his blood was burning through his veins. The pain was excruciating. More than any Crucio curse he had been under. The day after that he was completely healed, much to the surprise of his many servants. He was looking in the mirror and he couldn't even recognize himself. Narcissa was correct. He looked beautiful, sexy- everything in the book. Then, later that day, Draco had been overcome by dizziness, fell off the broom he had been riding (luckily there were no permanent scars) and when he got up everything felt different. He could smell things, not just normal things, but other things Draco could only define as hormones and feelings. He could smell people and everything about them in the moment. Draco had to admit, they did not smell too lovely all the time either. He could also hear things from further away- but Draco quickly learned to disregard that sense as much as possible.

The day before Draco had to leave, his mother told him to be very conscientious when he was around other people. When Draco inquired about it his mother replied that his veela attraction was kicking in full gear. Draco did not understand until the maids, the people he passed and even the house elves were being a little too friendly toward him. Draco, after being thoroughly creeped out, understood that his new veela powers were not to be taken advantage of- no matter how much fun he had manipulating the house elves.

Draco bid farewell to his mother and boarded the train. It did not escape his attention that everyone he passed ogled and stared. Draco could just feel the veela in him at work. But it was no longer powers escaping. This would be the real him for the rest of his life. The thought of being beautiful for the rest of his life made Draco quite elated. Smirking, Draco entered the train- and then it happened.

The most delicious smell bombarded Draco's senses and took over his body. Draco could feel a tingle in his stomach, almost akin to hunger, as he stood filling himself with the fragrance. He began to drool and Draco hastened to correct himself. Malfoy's did not drool- regardless of how intoxicating the scent was or how it made them feel completely and hungrily aroused. Draco decided to find an empty seat before he started rampaging like a wild animal to find the aroma. Civilized? What did that word mean? As he walked he determined that nothing should ever drive a man this crazy.

Draco finally found where his fellow Slytherians were seated and sat with them. But the smell would not leave his nostrils. Blaise Zabini, Draco noticed, was looking at him wearily. Draco turned to him with a smirk in place.

"You've got something to say, Zabini?"

Blaise did not reply for a moment.

"Your eyes…are dark, Draco. Really dark," Blaise said looking at Draco curiously. "What did you do?"

Malfoy cocked his head to the side.

"Like I'd tell you," Draco said. Blaise smirked knowing Draco was going to tell him sooner rather than later. He just did not want to say it in front of the others. After an hour Draco got up from his seat, unable to take anymore of his senses overloading and left his cabin. He had been thinking about the smell and why it was so appetizing to him. Draco figured out that it was his mate's scent. He was relieved that his mate was so close, but afraid to find out the identity of his mate.

Draco walked down the corridor, taking occasional whiffs of the aroma. His body was acting very boyish, Draco decided and he felt uncomfortable walking around with… well slight problems. He walked to the end of the train and the scent was the strongest it had been yet. Draco felt his eyes turn pitch black as his hunger grew to more than he could handle. He heard voices and then blanched. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley were talking and laughing and making Draco want to hurl. Then, Draco thought something and blanched further. What if the smell was coming from Weaselette? Draco wanted to cast the killing curse on himself right then and there. And then, speak of the devil, Weaselette walked out of the cabin. The perfume burst from the room and nearly made Draco pass out. It smelled so…lovely.

She froze. Draco wanted to die so, so badly.

"What're you doing here Malfoy?" she asked menacingly.

Draco smirked but felt horrid. Was the blood traitor producing that amazing scent? Before Malfoy could reply someone else spoke.

"Ginny, why are you taking so long?" Hermione's Granger's head popped out of the door. Draco was going to kill himself again and again. But when Hermione caught Draco's eye he no longer wanted to kill himself.

She looked at him curiously. Draco held in a very salacious growl.

"Draco- er, Malfoy, why are you here?" she asked politely. Draco sniffed the air tentatively noting something was different. Draco released a groan.

"Is something wrong?" Hermione asked.

Draco said nothing. He was hungrier than ever and it was gaining control. Delicious… control. His eyes were pitch black, Draco knew it. He drew a long look at Hermione- half expecting her to look frightened but she looked curious. It made his hunger even more intense. Hermione took immediate note in the change in his features. Draco could smell that she was becoming more cautious with Ginny around. He was willing to bet Hermione and her delicious smelling self was going to try to get rid of the Weaselette soon.

"Ginny, you should go inside the cabin, since you're not going anywhere any time soon," Hermione said.

"No way! I want to stay and fight!" Ginny said whipping out her wand.

"The war is over, Ginny," Hermione said. "Go snog Harry or something."

If Draco wasn't mistaken he could hear the bitterness in Hermione's voice. It made him angry. He watched Hermione push Ginny into the cabin she came from. Did little Miss know-it-all fancy the-boy-that-wouldn't-die? Draco felt a pang of jealousy, and he hated it.

"Now," Hermione whispered to herself. She turned to Malfoy.

Draco grinned.

"Wanted to get me alone, did you?" he asked saucily.

Draco had no idea why that made him feel so…aroused.

"No, I just was curious about you," Hermione said in a matter-of-factly voice. "If you're wondering your eyes are black."

"Fancy a closer look?" Draco asked taking one slow step closer.

Hermione held her ground but the air around her changed. She was starting to feel a little unnerved.

"I know you're a good, good boy," Hermione started off sarcastically, "but Malfoy, I would have expected you to do better."

Draco took one large step toward Hermione and left the two of them having only one inch between their bodies. He grinned as he looked at Hermione's nervous face.

"What are you doing!" Hermione asked in between surprise and fear.

Draco placed his hand on either of Hermione's forearms to hold her still and slowly lowered his head to her neck. Pressing his nose close to her neck, he inhaled her scent.

"Why the hell do you smell so good?" Draco asked hungrily. At the same time he felt confused. Many things in him told him that he was sniffing a mudblood. He was embracing a mudblood. But he wanted to do so much more than sniff her. He was just so hungry.

There was a bang on the cabin door. Draco just remembered that Hermione had locked everyone in the room. She was so brilliant.

"Hermione! Hey are you there!" Harry's voice sounded both angry and worried. Hermione looked panicked. Draco let a small curse through his lips. He wanted to kill Potter a thousand times over for this. He inhaled her sweet aroma before releasing her. Draco gave Hermione one last, very long look before leaving her. He could feel her heart beat running through his body.

After the uneventful Prefects meeting (uneventful due to Ron's watchful eye), Hogwarts came into view. Draco was about to murder Weasley for interrupting a very delicious session he was planning on Hermione. All during the meeting Weasel would not let his eyes wander off of Hermione even though Luna was looking at him the whole time. Draco couldn't even sneak an arm around his lovely mate because of Weasel's bloody protectiveness. Draco was in a sour mood when they got off the platform.

After ushering all the nervous first years to Hagrid and making sure they got on the boats safely, Draco found an empty carriage and helped his mate into it. He could see the thestrals and wasn't very pleased about it, they weren't very attractive or friendly looking. His mood seemed to get better as soon as he realized no one else was getting into the carriage after them. A feral grin crept onto his features when he looked at Hermione.

Hermione looked at Draco wearily, as if suddenly realizing that they were the only ones in the carriage.

"I… don't like when you look at me like that," Hermione said backing into her seat as far as it would let her.

Draco tilted his pretty little head to the side as he continued to stare his fragrant lover down.

"Why do you smell so good?" he asked ignoring Hermione's statement.

Hermione looked a little uncertain. Draco imagined she wanted to sniff herself to figure out why he felt that way but she would never understand, she would never understand his thinking. It saddened Draco a little to think that.

"I smell like I usually do," Hermione said slowly. She gave Draco a weary eye.

"What is it?" he asked in his very lovely voice.

"What are you playing at?"

"What do you mean? I'm not playing at anything."

"You hate me… you hate all muggle-born people."

"Do I?"

"Yes," Hermione answered but weakly. "You do…"

Draco continued to stare at his mate and wondered if his veela powers had any effect on Hermione yet. He wanted her to fall at his feet already. He was so hungry.

"Hermione, I don't hate you," Draco replied. On the contrary. I want you so, so bad.

Hermione looked curious again but this time her gaze held a little surprise.

"Since when do you call me, 'Hermione'," Hermione asked. "Wait a minute since when don't you hate me? What happened to you this summer? Hold on, I don't think I want to know. What are you doing? Stop staring at me like that!"

Draco found her babbling to be very enticing. Her lips moved so entrancingly. She really should try harder to stop looking so damn good.

"You know Hermione," Draco said loving the way her name sounded so sexy on his lips, "when you do that you look so cute. I don't think I can stop myself from kissing your delicious lips."

Hermione made a squealing noise and covered her lips looking scandalized. It made Draco laugh. This year was going to a very entertaining one. Draco inhaled his mate's sweet scent before looking away. He would bother her later, hopefully in front of Potter and Weasley.

A/n: How'd y'all fancy that? Woot! I thought this one was pretty good, I mean it didn't come out the way I wanted it too (the juciness involved) but I thought it was pretty good nonetheless. So please review! Thanks! Cheers!