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Hello! So here is the second REVISED chapter, sorry if you had read the first revised and then was totally confused by the previous second chapter. Well here it is, I hope this one makes more sense!

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"Her name is Erin, she is french and from the Bènoliel family. She is extremely beautiful and excited to meet you. I must say, I have a good feeling about this one" Narcissa whispered happily as she and Draco paced to the study to meet what must of been the hundredth pure blood in the last month.

Draco scoffed, "Erin? Sounds like a name you'd give to a budgie! At least she's the bloody last, I can't stand all these girls trying to get into my pants just for my family fortu—Oh, god, I can smell her already" He scrunched his nose up in disgust. Narcissa looked up at him with hope in her eyes.

"Not a good smell, Mother" Draco answered to her unspoken question.

The lunch date with Erin did not end well, little to say that Erin was certainly not his mate. Draco ran out the the room where she was waiting for him around 0.5 seconds after entering it with his hand of his mouth looking positively green.

Draco had agreed the day he found out about his veela gene that he would meet all the pure bloods and veelas he could before the term started, in hope that he would not need to return for his non-compulsory 8th year at the wretched school.

After all the encounters, Draco, Lucius and Narcissa were growing short of patience.

"I know you didn't want to go back to Hogwarts Draco, but what choice do you have? I think it's possible your mate will be there" Narcissa expressed, "Ughhhh" He groaned. "I know, but if she is, that means that she is not pure blood, I am going to be the first in the Malfoy line to end up with either half-blood or even—" Draco shuddered at the thought "—A mudblood".

"Whoever you have as your mate, we will accept Draco, do not worry" Narcissa whispered to Draco, so that Lucius could not hear her.


Draco finally stepped into the carriage waiting to take him to Platform 9 3/4 after much persuading by his mother and father.

"This is going to be truly torture, you know that?" Draco sighed

"They already hate me enough without me being Head Boy".

"Obviously they don't hate you as much as you think, seeing as you were given the position of Head Boy" Narcissa replied.

"I think it's just to torture me, seeing as now I shall have to share a dormitory with that disgusting mudblood... Granger. Oh I am going to make her feel uncomfortable for the entire year" Draco said her name as if it were poison rolling off his tongue. but then he felt a pang of guilt because of it and immediately regretted his words.

'She's no mudblood, and she's definitely not disgusting'

came a voice inside his head, from which he had no idea where. He dismissed the voice quickly, truly confused by it and continued his gloomy glares out of the carriage window.

The carriage suddenly kicked into life and left the ground, speeding to it's destination, which always seemed to make Draco a little uneasy.


"Get off me, you tart!" Draco cried as his mother tried to lay an unusual amount—even for her—of kisses on him.

"I love you Draco!" she called as Draco picked up his trunk and walked towards the wall for Platform 9 3/4.

"Goodbye Mother" he blankly muttered back to her as he stepped through the wall.

As soon as his feet hit the platform it felt as if someone had punched him in the abdomen and was tickling his nostrils with something delectably sweet at the same time. It was glorious. He knew that was the scent of his mate, she was here.

It then dawned on him that he was doubled over from the strength of the initial feeling when he entered and quickly straightened up, looking around to see if anyone saw him in his moment of weakness, not wanting to ruin his perfect fearsome persona he had created for himself. He couldn't tell where exactly the smell was coming from, so he sniffed at the air a few times discreetly, hoping no one would see what he was doing.

But he was out of luck, there she was, "Granger" he muttered, sneering. Hermione had the most perplexed look on her face, just staring right back at him.

'What on Merlin—Strange boy' Draco suddenly heard, almost as if it were inside his head.

But, Granger's lips weren't moving. Draco would've sworn it was her that was speaking. She just stood there, still with a befuddled look slapped all over her face.

"See you later, Granger" Draco drawled, with his lips curling up into his usual Malfoy smirk.

He walked down the side of the train and was about to step on board when he heard a familiar voice calling his name

"Malfoy!" He heard them shout over the hustle and bustle of the crowd formed on the platform. Blaise Zabini casually strolled over to Draco and shook his hand, "Well you look, flustered, to say the least, Malfoy"

"You'd be too if you knew what just fucking happened. Get in, I have to talk to you" He gestured towards the train door and followed suit.

they stepped onto the train and after roughly 5 minutes of trying to find an empty compartment for the two of them, Draco began to loose his temper and resorted to threatening a bunch of first years, telling them he would 'Hex them till they were unconscious, if they didn't get out'.

They sat in their now empty compartment, Draco doing a final check before he turned to Blaise who had his feet resting on the opposite bench and began telling him everything he was told not long ago.

"So you're a—" Zabini mumbled, "Yep" Draco replied, "And you only have the rest of the year to find her?", "Yep". Blaise looked utterly gobsmacked which was unusual for someone who always looked as calm as he did.

"What on earth are you going to do?" He asked.

"Well if it isn't a Slytherin or Ravenclaw I'll just accept my inevitable death." Draco murmured looking out of the window on the passing countryside in a trance-like state.

"Oh Draco don't be so melodramatic!" Blaise retorted.

Draco jumped slightly when he heard a quiet voice talking to him and he looked around, there was no one in or around his and Blaise's compartment, but he quite clearly heard a familiar female voice say to him;

'What was wrong with him, he just wouldn't stop staring at me, weird. Although he does look a lot better than the last time I saw him'.

"You alright mate?" Blaise piped up.

"Did you not hear that voice?" Draco replied, Blaise looked confused as to what he meant and slowly shook his head in response.

"No, there was no voice, Draco..." confusion etched over his beautifully chiseled face. Draco then started frantically rummaging through his trunk and pulled out one of the books his mother had given him before they left, on the front of the tatty book it said in large golden letters 'Veela's: Anything And Everything You Need To Know'. He opened the book to the contents and skimmed through what is contained.

Spotting a Veela - Page 3-12
Finding your Mate - Page 13 - 23
Veela Abilities - Page 23-31
Sealing the Bond - Page 31-40
You and your Mate - Page 41-54
Life after Bonding - Page 54-63

He quickly skipped to page 41, entitled 'You and your Mate' and briefly read over the page until he found what he was looking for.

'Early on in a relationship between a veela and their mate, the veela will be able to hear what the mates thoughts are when they are thinking about said veela. The veela will hear what the mate is thinking in their own mind, people also say that sometimes it can be in the voice of the mate itself. When the relationship progresses, so will the ability to know what the other is thinking. This can also help the veela discover their mate if they do not already know who it is'.

Draco blinked, unable to process what he was reading. Who did the voice in his head belong to? He just couldn't quite pin point it.


"I just can't wait to get back to the routine of having lessons again! Oooh I wonder who our new teachers for potions and dark arts will be!" I expressed gleefully

"Speak for yourself, Mione! I'd rather de-gnome my garden for the rest of eternity than have to sit through another year of potions. I'm going to fail, no matter who the bloody professor is!" Ron emphasized

"Oh Ronald, watch your language please!" I still, after all these years, hated foul language, a trait I had picked up from my never-less-than-perfect parents, I assumed.

"So, Mione, looking forward to sharing a tower with the one and only ferret?" Ron said chuckling away, I just gave him my usual death glare that I had now perfected for such comments as that, and continued reading one of the many books I'd brought for the train journey.

I wasn't actually too bothered about sharing a room with Malfoy if I'm honest, past is the past and all that. But earlier, What was wrong with him, he just wouldn't stop staring at me, weird. Although he does look a lot better than the last time I saw him. Ugh! Anyway! I dismissed my thoughts about the boy and dove right back into my book, ignoring the usual chatter from Harry, Ginny and Ron as they were talking about Quidditch again, I still had no grasp on Quidditch after all these years. I just turn up and hoot like a madman, hoping that I was doing it right.

The journey passed quickly and I didn't even finish all the books I had brought for it, so I gathered them up and placed them neatly back into my trunk before heading out of the train after my friends. I stepped outside I noticed Draco once again, he was staring at me, no, he wasn't glaring daggers, almost ogling me as I stood on the platform, and I must say, it made me feel very uncomfortable, I squirmed on the spot still locked in his gaze, which obviously amused him as he lifted an eyebrow and smirked at me. Blaise then shook him out of it and pulled him towards the castle. I was certainly growing more curious as to what was the matter with him.


As I entered my new common room I was amazed at how lovely it was, no disastrous green and red combination like I thought it would be as after all they were mine and Malfoy's house colours, but instead, shades of walnut and highlights of blue ran throughout the bright was a royal blue love seat placed in front of the already roaring fire, and a large and very grand armchair to match the love seat next to it. At the back of the room next the the staircase there was ginormous bookcase—Which I was dying to get my hands on—filled to the brim with what looked like very ancient, very tempting books, and finally to finish the room off, a lovely round walnut coloured table fitted perfectly in the left of the room with a few chairs that matched the rest of the furniture.

"Wow" was all I could fathom as it truly was just lovely.

I decided I wasn't to wait any longer to start reading from the enticing bookshelf, so I skipped over to is and plucked out one of the books from a high shelf with my wand, levitating it down into my palms.

Not long after I started to really get into my book though, the portrait swung open and in the doorway was Draco. He stared at me—What was it with him and staring at me—, pulled his usual 'I'm Draco Malfoy' smug look and stalked quickly past me to his room.

'What. Was. That.' I thought to myself. I was determined to get to the bottom of what in Merlin he was up to, so I regrettably put my book down and marched up the stairs to his room.

"D-Draco?" I stuttered, but he didn't reply. I slowly pushed his door open to see that he was sat at his desk hunched over a book and furiously jotting things down on a scrap of parchment.

"I didn't know you could read" I said, but I don't think he heard me, so I etched closer towards him and peered over his shoulder at the book he was so desperate to read. One word jumped out at me from the page, 'Veela', I gasped and that snapped him out of his trance.

Suddenly he was pinning me up against the wall with my arms above my head and my heart went into my throat.

"What did you see!" He shouted at me, and I just stared blankly into his eyes, which I'm pretty sure changed almost instantly to a coal black instead of his usual storm grey when he touched me, and they left me physically unable to comprehend a response.

"Mu-Granger! What did you see! Tell me before I hex you into next week" He asked again, closing his eyes and looking towards the floor.

"Veela" I blurted out shakily. He dropped my hands and paced back over to the table, obviously angered, and put his head in his hands.

"Get out, Granger!" he snapped and pointed to the door, his head still resting on his remaining hand, "And if you tell anyone, I will be sure to make it my duty that you are just as miserable as you are uncomfortable, for the remainder of our time together" He added.

I was just about to walk out the door when a sudden wave of confidence washed over me.

"You don't know who your mate is, do you?"I said but he didn't reply.

"Otherwise you wouldn't be noting things down from that book like your life does actually depend on it, because it does, doesn't it?" I closed the door and stepped towards Draco once more.

"I have a proposition for you, Malfoy".

"Oh Granger will you just get out!" he retorted but I carried on with my proposal, curiosity getting the best of me.

"I will keep your secret, Malfoy, and I will even help you find your mate. I think as Head Girl it would be my duty to Hogwarts to help you".

Draco then turned around to face me and raised an eyebrow, staring at me curiously.