This chapter may be kinda long/pointless, but I just want to put it in because I like it.

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Lassie the Wonderdog

Chapter 2: Metamorphosis

The three of them wove through a few corridors, but nothing too confusing. The Head's room was across the hallway from the kitchens (conveniently). Dumbledore gave them the password, Gummies, and the portrait of Rapunzel brushing her hair swung open to reveal a key-hole shaped entryway. Nifty to say the least, in the my, the author's, opinion. They all clambered through to find an all-beige common room. Well actually, all-beige everything.

"Excuse me, Professor but I have a question."

"I suppose I should take questions at the end of the tour. As to save time and useles explanations. But I am sure you are asking about the color yes? Ah, well, I felt that this year onward that the Heads should choose how to decorate the dorm themselves. Every room is colored like this. You may decorate however you want. As a pair. Now, Here is your shared common room. There is a fireplace and this year in fact, we have installed a TV and DVD player in here. Miss Granger knows how to use them, Mr. Malfoy, so there is no need to worry. Oh, and Miss Granger your parents have been so kind as to send us all your movies as well. And your iPod as well. They are all in your room with your luggage. Speaking of rooms, up these stairs there are two rooms. They are equal in size and in layout. There is a four-poster bed, desk, dresser, closet, bedside tables, rug, and I think that is it. If I forgot any we shall see when we get there. Between our two rooms is the bathroom. Yes, unfortunately you must share a bathroom, but it is exactly double the size of the Prefect's bathroom. You each have your own bathtub, so you may bathe at the same time, if you wish. There is one shower, one toilet, and one sink. Any hygene or beauty product you need will be instantly placed in your separate linen and toilettrie closests in the bathroom. The closests are filled with towels, washclothes, sponges, and anything else you need as I mentioned. That is all I need to inform you on, and if you need anything, you may walk across the hall to the kitchens. The Elves will be most happy to help you. Miss Granger, I assume you know how to get in. Great. Now about your tale about your summer. I feel that maybe tomorrow during your Head Planning Free Time should be an adequate amount of time for you to come speak to me, yes? Alright then. You will receive your timetables tomorrow at breakfast, But your classes will not start until next week, as it is already a Thursday. It seems that our first years are having harder and harder times navigating around Hogwarts. Maybe I should give out maps to them. Hmm. Well. I will see you both at breakfast. Have a pleasant decorating and sleeping. Goodnight."

With those last parting words, Albus Dumbledore excused himself from their dorm room. It took Malfoy about two seconds to get to the question he had been wondering for so long.

"What the bloody hell happened to you, Granger? I mean. I've heard of late bloomers, but this? There has to be a great bit of magic involved."

"Yes, well. You'll find out tonight what I went through over the summer. Yes, there was magic involved, but I didn't perform it myself. It all makes perfect sense now, for you. I suppose I should write Dumbledore a letter after I decorate my room. You should go fix up yours and then we can do the bathroom, hallway, and common room. I'll bring my DVDs down to the TV set. Oh, I should go talk to Doby about what you'll need tonight."

"What is happening to me tonight? And how do you know about it?! What the hell happened to you anyways?! And what the bloody hell are DVDs?!"

He never got the answers to his questions. She had already bounced up the stairs and into her room. She had a clear vision for her room. Emerald and Sapphire, or Pink and Orange. It was a heavy debate, but she knew it would be one of those two. She finally settled on the Emerald and Sapphire, deciding it was more comforting and not as obnoxious as the pink and orange. Her bedsheets were a deep emerald, and the comforter was a brilliant sapphire. The rest of the room coordinated as such and when everything was in the right color, she unpacked her trunk and organized. Her dresses and skirts were hung in the closet along with blouses, while shirts, jeans, underwear and other clothing was put into the dresser. She took out an entire trunk of books and conjured a bookshelf. She organized all the books by title and then finally sat down to write a letter to Dumbledore.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I think that tomorrow myself and Draco will not be able to appear at breakfast. The Malfoys are a long line of Veelas, and I can smell that he will go through transformation tonight. I may be able to arrive for our meeting, but if I cannot, you may come here to see a glimpse of what I went through over the summer. It is painful, as all senses are being heighted, so if you do in fact arrive tomorrow, please be very quiet when you come in. I am arranging tonight after decorating for Doby to prepare all the necessary objects needed. If you could tomorrow at breakfast state that the Heads are drafting the Prefects' rounds schedules and will not leave the dorm for the entire day, that will cause less confusion and will prohibit anyone from dong something stupid. If you could also pull aside Harry and Ron and tell them what is happening, that would be greatly appreciated, seeing how I may or may not be able to. Please tell them also that becoming a Veela is incredibly painful and that no visitors are allowed to the Head's Dorm.

Happy new school year,

Hermione

She had just put down the quill when there was a knock on her door. She told Draco to come in and he slowly opened the door. He saw the room and was impressed.

"Who knew a Gryffindor would prefer Blue and Green to Red and Gold. But then again, you aren't really a Gryffindor anymore. You look like a Slytherin now. Just the whole 'perfect' thing. But of course, I know the difference."

"yeah. Which is why you introduced yourself to me today. Mmm Hhmm, sure. Are you ready to decorate the other rooms? Because if not, I'm starting without you."

She left her desk and walked into the bathroom, grabbing Draco's arm and dragging him with her. They had decided on making the metal accents in the bathroom silver, because they both thought gold was a tacky color. Draco's bathtub was of course, Green, while Hermione picked an Amethyst purple color. Draco complained about the colors clashing, but Hermione fired back with him knowing nothing of the color wheel and how green and purple accented each other. Boys, pssh. The shower, sink, and toilet were a pure white which almost seemed to shimmer. Hermione's closet was a matching shade of purple, and Draco's was a matching green. They were proud of the bathroom and were equally impressed at how easily they had decorated it.

"Okay, I was thinking for the hallway/ stairwell/ thing, and the common room we could make it kind of a cozy, maybe warmer feeling to it. Maybe more wood as opposed to stone?"

"Yeah that sounds cool. But can we make one wall silver at least?"

"Fine, we'll let the hallway walls be silver, and then the common room walls will be maybe a...burnt orange? Because it's a warm color, but not too over bearing."

"Sure. Leather seating and a stone mantle?"

"Yep. You go shower and stuff, I can take care of it."

"I think I should help you, I mean, we will be living here together after all."

"I decorated my room in 7 and 1/2 minutes. I think I can manage, Malfoy."

"Yeah. I think I'm going to go take that shower. Actually. I think I might take a bath."

"Ohhh no you aren't. A bath is a very bad idea tonight. I don't know when it will happen. Take a 5-minute shower. Please. It's for your own safety, I promise. Now shoo."

He gave her a skeptical look, but decided that if he could take a shower and not do any work, that he would take her up on her offer. He felt extremely cold, anyways. That, of which is a very abnormal temperature to feel at the beginning of September. Hermione had the hallway and common room finished in three minutes, feeling instantly warmer and more at home that with the completely beige rooms. She got her letter and walked across the hall into the kitchens. She called Doby and asked him to send Dumbledore her letter immediatly, and handed him a list of things she would need. She hurried back to the dorm and dashed upstairs to get her books on Veelas. They were all close together, due to her organizational skills, and she leafed through them to find the section she needed. She heard the shower stop, Draco walk into his room, and a minute and a half later, heard her name being called and finally something dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. He's started. She marked her place, and ran into his room. He was on the floor, out cold, and beginning to sweat. She magically lifted him onto his bed, and ran back for her book.

Everything went out the window, and her mind was only focused on Draco, and when Doby would bring the supplies. She needed a large amount of cold water, which she could do herself with the Aguamenti spell, but needed something to hold it in. She got a washcloth from Draco's cabinet and ran in under cold water. She returned to find him bleeding from the mouth. She mentally kicked herself for forgetting that, and ran to the bathroom to get another washcloth for Draco to chew on. The intense pain causes the sufferer to compress their teeth on something, anything. Which, a lot of the time, is their tongues. She dabbed his forehead with cool water and looked down at his hands. They were purple. Good. That meant he'd live through this. She lifted up his sleeve and saw clots in his veins. His skin was paler than she had ever remembered and waited for the clots to dissolve into the blood. He let out a scream and Hermione's eyes shot up to his face. His eyes were clenched shut, and his face was red. She dropped his arm and moved her hands to his temples. She rested her head on his heartbeat, to track how far into the process he was. Nearly the middle. She looked down at his arm; clots are gone. Great. He let out another cry of pain and Hermione jumped back to check her book.

After the clots dissolve, the bones and muscles of the Veela will shrink or grow, depending on the gender. Males often grow, while women often shrink. Both processes are extremely painful, and require another Veela to hold them close in order to ease the pain. Otherwise, the Veela in process may die.

Hermione dropped her book and jumped onto Draco's bed. She had managed to lift Draco up from his fetal position of torture, and held his shoulders close to her. He felt too warm to be human. It was almost over. Where the hell was Doby. She needed a mirror. She couldn't move, Draco needed her there. She needed Doby to hurry up. As if he had read her mind Doby apparated into Draco's room, arms full with jars of odd-looking things, a mirror, a wash basin, and even a plate of food.

"Missus needed these? Oh no. Missus, what is happening to to Sirs? What is wrong?"

"He's going through the process of being a Veela, and needs to be held by another Veela. It's a long story. Hand me the mirror!"

He hastily handed her the mirror and Hermione looked down to see Draco's lips purple. Damnit. Don't die now. you are almost there. I can smell it, it's almost over. Come on Draco. She squeezed Draco's hand and poured all her power into keeping him alive. She glanced down and saw his face a normal color. She held the mirror to his face, and yelled his name.

"DRACO MALFOY, VEELA, WAKE UP!"

His eyes snapped open, and were black. Good. "I summon this Veela's eyes to the surface. As a beacon of light in a world of dull wizards, let his eyes and his traits light a path of good fortune in his life. Let him soon find the scent of his mate, and let her allow him into her heart. I know present this Veela to the Wizards of the World."

She motioned for Doby to hand her the basin, filled it with water, and breathed on the surface of the water. She waited for it to sparkle and then proceeded to pour it all down Draco's body.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?! Granger, why are you holding me? Why am I wet? Why do I hurt so much?"

"Why am I holding you? Because you would have been dead otherwise. Why are you wet? Because it's what you go through in the Veela process. Why do you hurt so much? You just endured 3 hours of bones, muscles, skin, hair growing, your eyes changing colors, your blood renewing itself as Veela, and you almost bit your own tounge off."

Draco started at Hermione, then looked at his reflection, looked at Hermione, then at his reflection. "So. I'm a..a Veela? So wait, that means that your a"

"Veela too. Yep. I just saved your life, your welcome, much. As soon as you introduced yourself to me today, I could smell it on you. You reeked of Transformation. Ugh. It smells like a mix of eggs and dirt. Then as is got closer, I told you to take a fast shower, because that makes it so the smell of the Process is undetectable. That smells like a corpse. Disgusting. Now, go to sleep, and you will have a dream of a scent. That scent will be the scent of your mate. I'm going to go write a letter to your parents telling them what happened and that you are just fine, but you haven't found your mate yet. Then I'm going to gather my Veela books and I want you to spend tomorrow reading through them. You're lucky you know, I didn't have another Veela to hold me. I almost died."