Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.

Word Count: 597

"HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?! TO US?! HOW?!" He roared as I pleaded him with my hands tightly gripping his shoulders.

"Ron… please listen to me…"

He knocked my tiny hands aside with his relatively gigantic ones. "NO! What did I ever do wrong? I never cheated on you, I never did anything to make you sad; what could possibly make you want to break up with me?"

"Ron. It could never work out." I say with a defeated sigh.

"Why?"

"Because I found out that I am a Veela; and you're not my mate…"

"Oh." Ron went silent, which started to worry me because he's not known for being on the quieter side.

"Are you sure, Mione?" He asked after a few moments of introspection.

"Absolutely." I answered as earnestly as I could.

"Really? Because I am not attracted to you the way I was to those Beauxbatons girls in 4th year."

"That's the problem, Ron! I'm not a regular Veela." I was hoping that he wouldn't question it and I could talk this next part out with him at a later date. Looks like that wasn't to be.

"What do you mean?"

Involuntarily, I everted my eyes. "My mate… is a woman."

"No. Now I know you're lying. That can't possibly be true." He started backing away from me.

"Ron."

"NO! THAT ISN'T POSSIBLE! YOU CANNOT BE A FUCKING DYKE! YO-"

I've had enough of this. I ran up to him, grabbed his shoulders as tightly as I could, and pushed him into the wall behind him so he would turn silent.

"Ron, I know it is a bit much to wrap your head around. Believe me, I know. But please try to understand; I did all the tests I could – I checked my ancestry, performed all the identification spells, I even took several trips to St. Mungo's to get medically checked." I took a few steps back to release him from my grasp.

"W-What did they say?"

"They said that I'm a Veela, who's a lesbian. That means my Veela gene will try and attract all the women around in order to find my mate; it was even confirmed by the healer when she tried to push me up against a wall and kiss me."

"Oh."

"It seems all those years without much sexual activity has left that gene quite repressed, so now it has gone into overdrive. I can barely make it to the library and back without at least three women throwing themselves at me; and they don't even have to be bisexual, let alone lesbian, it works with any woman."

My ex-boyfriend and hopefully, still best friend sat down in absolute silence. I knew he would be the hardest to convince, just because he loved me the most. But it had to be done.

"Ron, I'm sorry. I love you, but I cannot love you the way we both desperately want me to. Take some time, go out, and find someone else. Find someone who is much worthier of your love. I know it might not seem that way right now, but I'm sure you'll find her someday; I only know one thing, that girl of your dreams is not me. I'm sorry."

I gave him one last hug and walked out the room. He'll come around, at least according to Harry's belief; I do not know how much I can believe him. The best I could do now is hope, while I search for my female mate before I turn twenty-one and die a lonely painful Veela death.

The first four chapters (Prologue and three after that) are grammar and sentence structure improved rewrites of the other story. From the fifth onwards, it is the regular story continuation.

Sorry and thanks.