Author's Note: Hi, this is my first HP fanfiction story, have written others in different categories. This story is set as AU. Enjoy the Prologue and let me know what you think. Thanks :)

I softly closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of leather bound books, aged over the years, mildly decaying with a light layer of dust beginning to form on each cover.

I exhaled sharply as if I was releasing the underlying tension currently residing in my neck and shoulders, almost willing it away.

I rolled my head in a circle, one way and then the other, as if aiding my breath in the removal of general discomfort.

I opened my eyes and took in surroundings, the restricted section in the Hogwarts Library.

I'd been in here countless times before, but on this occasion, it was different.

Normally, it would be for schoolwork or wanting to further my knowledge without it taking any real shape or form, just the growth of it was my ultimate goal, power.

Usually.

It was completely different now.

I needed information, anything that could help.

To be honest, I've never felt so desperate in my entire life, but I couldn't even begin to comprehend the consequences if I messed up.

There had to be another way, there just had to be.

"Carpe Diem." I found my lips murmuring, it was a mantra of mine that I found myself always thinking, rarely speaking.

I quickly scanned over each book with my eyes, there was not much order in here, but then again, no one ever came into this part of the library, well hardly ever, at least not without good reason.

This just heightened my anxiety levels, what the hell would I do let alone say if I got caught.

I faltered for a moment and it turned out to be my greatest mistake, as I forgot my actions momentarily and I accidently kicked the shelf.

Fuck.

I could hear the soft approaching of footsteps.

I was done for, was the first thought that popped into my head.

But regardless of what my mind thought, my body on the other hand seemed to have different ideas as it was moving on its own accord.

Not if I can help it, was the second thought that formed in my brain.

I ran to the exit of the restricted section and slipped out quickly.

I needed a distraction, now!

"Isis?" a confused and surprised voice asked

No! Anyone but him, I'd even rather my own father, not him.

If this was the destiny that the fates had chosen for me in this lifetime, than I truly was screwed.

"Draco." I said quietly, I felt frozen, what else could I do?

After all, he was my soul mate, my fiancé and my worst enemy.

This was my entire fault.

I slowly turned around, his wand illuminated my face and for a brief moment, he looked haunted even.

I suppose I would be too, feeling as if I'd seen a ghost.

It had been what, two or three years since my disappearance?

No definitely a lot longer, at least I thought so.

Besides that was what it felt like.

Truth was though, I'd never really disappeared in the first place, I'd just simply created an alias.

But alas, I had removed the glamour charms from myself, leaving my true identity for all to see just for tonight.

I was tired of hiding all the time, it felt good to be my true self.

My dark raven hair and dark blue eyes looked like they blended in the darkness, with my now lightly tanned features.

The years of difference had done nothing but enhanced my beauty beyond belief.

I glanced him over and I had realised that not a lot had changed, he had gotten taller, muscular, his shaggy blonde hair and his calculating cold grey eyes.

It was the same Draco Malfoy that he'd always been, at least that was like I had tried to tell myself.

"How?" he asked, his facial features looked pained; his voice may have even had a slight quiver in it.

I wanted nothing more than to be with him, he was my world.

God, I hated having Veela blood, it had only been predominant in the past few months.

I had just over a year to find my mate and finish the initiation.

But I didn't have to find my mate, I already knew.

I suppose I knew all my life, it wasn't as if it was a surprise, we'd been betrothed since birth.

"Goodbye Draco." I forced out of my lips, it felt like pure agony, the words felt like hot metal being pressed against my skin.

"No!" he roared and I jumped, I couldn't move.

He was so captivating, he looked like a tiger hunting me down, I was his prey and it excited me to a great extent.

I wanted nothing more than for him to take me.

Stay.

That confused me to no end, that was not one of my thoughts, and Draco's lips had not moved. I had been watching closely.

Have you my love?

Wait what?

This was my secret that I had to tell you. I discovered my Veela side a couple of months ago.

Oh no.

Enough formalities.

I didn't realise just how close he'd gotten to me, his arms encircled me, pulling me close to him.

This was getting more dangerous with each millisecond, the stakes were way higher.

He had gotten taller; I seemed to fit against his frame perfectly like we were two halves of a puzzle.

His scent was so strong that it almost got to the point of overbearing but I inhaled it strongly and I recognised it immediately.

The cologne I had bought him for his birthday, all that time ago.

Oh, Draco.

Silently, I was pleading to him, I wanted to apologise, I wanted to explain myself.

I felt so guilty in that moment that I refused to look him in the eyes.

He looked so haggard.

"I forgive you, love." He said before he crashed his lips against mine.

Nothing prepared me for such bliss and the emotion I felt with such a simple and tiny gesture.

For a second, I thought that I may have died and gone to heaven.

Our tongues had duelled many times, a never ending battle for dominance, breaking only to get a small intake of oxygen before going at it again.

I couldn't take anymore, I loved him so much.

But I had to go, I couldn't be on the ground any longer, all it did was increase my risk of being caught.

I ripped myself away from him.

"Dee, I have to go." I gasped, my insides felt like they were being ripped out.

"No." he grabbed my wrist tightly, although it didn't compare much to the pain that I was already in.

I grabbed the closest object as quick as possible with coincidentally was a book and I whacked him on the head, he fell as hit his head again effectively knocking himself out.

"I'm sorry." I whispered as I looked at my watch

I'd run out of time.

I replaced the glamour charms on myself so I returned to my alias self, none other than the pathetic mudblood, Hermione Granger.

I couldn't believe I had to hurt him.

But at the same time I was protecting him.

I apparated out of this Godforsaken school just in time before I fell apart completely.

Closing Note; And that's the prologue done. Review! Pretty please :) Xx