Chapter 1: Lord Malfoy

A/N: Hello everyone, so as some may have guessed already, I am reposting the story, You, My Mate. From the very beginning…I have been through some tough periods during the recent years which ended me abandoning writing stories altogether. But I would like to thank lyraXIII…for being a faithful reader first of all and secondly for getting in touch with me and giving me this desire to start writing again. However, since I had a huge writer's block on this story….I decided to start over again. Some chapters will remain unchanged but some will be different. So without any further rambling, let's move on to the first chapter and very soon, I will upload new chapters.

P.S: I still failed to acquire Harry Potter as mine during these years; J.K Rowling just refuses to give him up…someone should tell her that sharing is good for health…lol

Happy reading everyone and let me know what you think of it…

Sanyah (previously known as SerzShaaz)


"You foolish girl! Where are you lost again?!"

Hermione sighed and closed her eyes briefly in a silent prayer for patience before standing up from where she had been scrubbing at the floor. She strode rapidly to the lounge from where Mrs. Nott had been yelling.

"There you are, stupid girl," Mrs. Nott said. "Go and inform my son that there's a Floo call for him. Be quick!"

As Hermione turned to leave the room, she heard her mistress mutter about worthless servants of nowadays.

Hermione neared young Mr. Nott's room with apprehension. He always had an eye on her and sometimes tried to trick her. He would rub his hands on her thighs and try reaching more intimate parts of her body within seconds. She disliked…no hated such attention. Of course, the other maids thought she was too much of a prude and that she was crazy to refuse Mr. Nott's advances. But as she always told them, she'd rather stay prude and keep her dignity intact.

She knocked on the door hesitantly and went in when she was asked to. Mr. Nott looked up from the book he was reading and his face lighted up in interest.

"Hmm…my favourite girl in this house. Come near me," he requested, patting the space on the bed near him.

Instead of complying, Hermione rapidly delivered her message and fled from the room.

Theodore Nott grinned as he watched the servant girl run away like a scalded cat. She was the only one who resisted her and he had promised himself to have her, one way or the other.

However, as soon as he saw his friend's face in the fireplace of the lounge, all thoughts of the elusive servant girl flew out of his head.

"Draco! Long time, no see, mate."

"Yeah, I know. I've just returned from America and thought of contacting you. Everything has been finally sorted out with my parents. We still have some legal issues to take care of me but my father asked to be the one to handle everything. So now, it is only a matter of time until I am officially the new Lord Malfoy."

Theodore's eyes threatened to pop out on hearing the news. After a while of random chats, Draco promised to come over the following day before biding goodbye to his friend. At that, Theodore slowly went back to his room, all the while processing the news.

It was common knowledge now that Narcissa Malfoy had never been faithful to the late Lucius Malfoy. However, not many knew that Draco Malfoy was not Lucius' son but that of a Veela. Theodore chuckled when he recalled his reaction to that particular information a few months back when his friend had explained why he had to move to America for a while. Hell, Theodore never even thought that Male Veelas existed.

After that, Draco went to America to meet with his biological father before legally taking over the responsibility of the Malfoy Empire. Tomorrow would definitely be an interesting day, catching up with Draco. Their mothers have planned to have a girls day out tomorrow which was perfect for the boys.

Yes, tomorrow is going to be fun.


Sanyah