A/N: okay (: so… I believe the chapters are going to be getting longer and longer. So sorry the last one was like a 3minute read, but it is just to start on (: If you have ANY ideas to put into this, I would be appreciative because I seem to always lose the flame of passion for the story, so keep me enthused! enjoy! (:

How could she be locking arms with that insufferable Potty head? Hermione was his. Not Potter's. She wasn't even Weasel's, no matter how much the fool was into her. They had never taken her to be theirs, so Draco had. Not purely by choice. But it had transformed into an unsullied desire. That night, when the choice had changed, was one of the worst nights of his life. It was worse than the beatings from his father. Or the crude words from his mother, which he knew were false, a disguise to protect her from the beatings as well. But the remarks hurt.

Draco lay in his bed, wrapped up in his green silk blankets, with the thoughts and memories burning his mind.

Six months ago.

The cries could be heard throughout the entire manor. They impaired the hearing of all the residents and elves. Although, to him, he couldn't seem to scream loud enough to make the pain go away. The cold tears burned his smoldering skin, as they fell in huge pellets, mixing with his own sweat. Blood poured slowly from his mouth as he bit his tongue. The pain was unbearable. It coursed through his veins, muscles, even bones. It was almost a fiery sensation. He wanted so much to die, but it was impossible in the process. He was getting stronger. After that, only one thing could harm him. Her.

After hours of screaming in pure agony, it slowly faded away. Tears continued to stream down his face, however. He strode slowly across the room, his feet barely making a sound against the wood. The mirror stood crooked, as he had thrown things. The creature behind the glass astounded him, yet he did not gasp nor smile. He was shocked and distant, from the episode he had been put through, with no help of his parents. Draco had been locked in his room to suffer alone.

Yet this being that stared emotionlessly back at him was beautiful. His hair was more platinum and silvery white than golden blond. His eyes no longer hid a tint of green, but were pure silver. Humans would believe it to be a pale blue. He used to be rather lean, but now he had quite noticeable muscles, almost huge. His skin was still pale, but it glowed, healthier, inhumanly. He knew if he spoke it would sound like pure silk, deep and inviting. He walked over to his bed and lay down under the sheets, now feeling the cold of the sweat, tears, and storm outside. Sleep attempted to heave his eyes shut but the stubborn boy ignored it, wanting to analyze his new self. He didn't care much for his appearance. Draco was more concerned on what was happening inside. He felt a small pull in his chest, and a blurry vision of a brown haired girl was imprinted in the back of his mind. He felt no love. Just, a simple pull.

Now.

The bright girl that walked towards him, wore a smile. She almost ran into his arms. She smelled of fresh honey and vanilla.. The scent he loved more than any other. She giggled happily as he kissed her neck and inhaled her sweet smell. It was like ecstasy to him. Her skin was cold against his, so he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her, to remind each of them that she was his. He was hers. She thought of it as simple teenage love. He knew it was more. It was the Veela beast within him, and she was his mate. She had no idea. Nor could she ever know.

A/N: that shall be it for tonight (: told you the chapters would get longer ;) I promise next one shall hold more drama and be longer!

Who will profess their love for Hermione? Will she admit love for them as well? What will Draco do about that? Read on to find out! (: R&R