Author's Note: Alright, ever since I wrote this chapter, I have been reluctant to post it and really, I just forgot to redo it after I decided it wasn't good enough. The reason is that this chapter has a lot of information and I really tried to not make it a text excerpt and I don't think I did a good job of it and I'm most likely still going to bore you to death(I usually get bored to death xD). If you do like it or not, let me know! If not, I will cry a little and probably (since I am so insecure that way) I will go back, take it down, and retry again. And thank you for your reviews so far!!!!

Chapter Four

It was Sunday, his last day of complete freedom. His mother had reassured him, time and time again, that even though he felt like he was tying himself down to someone he didn't even know, he wouldn't feel that way when it actually happened. Of course, it never made Draco feel any better.

There was a lot of research on Veelas. Not only were many witches and wizards affected by Veela courtships (be it by them being mates or by them being part-Veela), Veelas loved to divulge in their culture and customs. Almost every book that Draco had come across on the subject expressed what a wonderful thing it was to be the chosen of a Veela; how romantic it was to find your one true love and know for sure that it was to be. To be honest, Draco was sure it was all a marketing strategy. You wouldn't want to scare off potential Veela mates, now would you?

All Veelas have the claws, the wings and the fire breathing, however, there is a difference between male and female Veelas and that was allure. Female Veelas were always easy to spot. If they were fairly young, their allure would be uncontrollable. Male Veelas, although they too were ethereally beautiful and were always compared to angels, had no allure. To attract their mates, they had to impress them in some manner. Every individual male Veela was different, however.

On Monday, Draco's birthday, besides the usual abilities, he could gain strength. Or perhaps speed. Maybe he would get taller... Something that would help him in impressing his fated love.

His mother, trying her best to make him see the bright side, had given him a book that had personal stories involving Veelas.

One witch talked about how she and the Veela had been in love before the Veela came into his inheritance. Although they had always feared that perhaps they were not meant to be, they continued hoping and promising each other that they were meant for each other. In the end, it turned out that the Veela in the relationship should have been with her best friend all along. There was too much betrayal to ever believe that in the future they could even look at one another in the eye. However, as time went on and she looked back, the writer found that their relationship hadn't been perfect and perhaps she always did feel, on the inside, that her best friend and her ex were perfect for one another. She would always avoid occasions that could bring the other two together because she was scared of the possibilities that the Veela would have seen that too.

Another was the complete opposite and talked about how they always known of each other but they never gave each other a second thought. When the Veela came into her inheritance, the Wizard was surprised to find that the Veela seemed to be glued to his side and then they became friends. Although the allure was hard to miss, he never questioned why she was always with him; he was someone she could trust to not take advantage. So he never dared to fantasize that perhaps they could have a future together. It wasn't until a year later, when they weren't at school anymore, that the Veela broke down crying and speaking of dying since he obviously didn't want her. Then all their feelings came spilling out and they had their happily ever after.

Draco did not appreciate her choices in literature, to say the least.

Today he was not going to think about Veelas or mates. He would not think about love nor sex or even birds. He still hadn't opened the letter his father sent him and he wasn't planning to either. He was too scared of what his father wanted to demand.

Although the Malfoys are known for being proud purebloods, and for all sakes and purposes it's completely true, the fact is that there is a curse on the Malfoy name. Ironically, it was a Weasley who did it. When Abraxas (his great-great-great grandfather whom his grandfather is named after) killed a Weasley due to being on the Malfoy grounds without permission or even without giving prior notice, it understandably infuriated the Weasley family. At that point in time, the Weasleys were very well off in money and were widely respected for being the old pureblooded line that they were. The father of the Weasley that was killed sought to have his revenge and (as a famed curse breaker) knew a way to do so in the worst way. That Weasley created a curse that would bring forth any diluted blood from long ago and would thus make the Malfoy line half-blooded and thus making the Weasley line superior. Of course, that Weasley made sure that there would be a public duel where people would see what would happen. Fortunately, Abraxas was blond so when the curse struck, there was no physical change when the Veela genes started coming forth. Unfortunately, Weasley won the duel due to the fact that Abraxas fell onto the floor with pain and was unable to continue.

When the Malfoys found out what happened they sought to have their revenge and started sabotaging all the financial connections that the Weasleys possessed. It turned out, that from the point on, every Malfoy born (be it male or female) would be a Veela. Females Veelas were easy to recognize so a way to not get found out was to make sure that there were only boys (Draco was sure he had at least one older sister at one point in time) and because the risk was too great, when they had that boy that was it for children.

The other risk was if the chosen mate was a non-pureblood. Because of that, Malfoys always made sure that their heir would be married and producing their first child before the day of their inheritance. That was the only way to prevent a Veela from seeking their mate. That reason alone was why Draco was sure that he wasn't the first child. His father was over twenty when he had Draco.

However, Draco was sure that the only reason he wasn't married and waiting for his heir was because of the sudden rise of Voldemort. He was also sure that his mother did a bit of convincing since she never really liked how she had been betrothed to someone she wasn't in love with.

Stop thinking about it! Draco's inner voice hissed.

Right.

Harry wasn't in the castle. Draco has asked Blaise if he knew of the Boy-Who-Lived's whereabouts, but Blaise gave him a 'can't you see I'm busy' look and continued to snog the snot out of Daphne Greengrass.

Draco felt frustrated and alone. Harry was supposed to accompany him to London to have fun today. They should have left over an hour ago, but he had seen no sign of his best friend, he was probably still angry about whatever had happened the day before. He wondered what would have had happened if he had let his friends know of his little secret. Probably he would have company on his last day of freedom. With a sigh, he went to the library to look up curses that he could use to take away Weasel's ability to reproduce. That always cheered him up.

The library was empty. Everyone seemed to be outside, throwing snowballs on one another and making snow angels. The only person besides Madam Pince in the Library was Hermione Granger. Who was crying.

Awkwardly, Draco took a step back, planning to high tail out of there, but he bumped into a chair and alerted Granger of his presence.

She looked up hopeful and when she saw that it was just him, she threw her head back into her arms and began sobbing earnestly.

You can still make it out! His inner voiced hissed again. Something in Draco's gut, however, told him that he should stay and comfort the girl. Perhaps his good act would come back and he wouldn't wake up a Veela tomorrow.

He felt disgusted as he sat down across from Granger at the table she was sobbing at. It was probably Potter's influence that made him such a fucking good do-er.

"What's got you down, cage face?" He asked. Granger used to have wires all over her teeth in her second and third year.

Granger looked up again, face red, blotchy and ugly, and sniffed. "Go away, Malfoy. I know you don't c-c-care at a—" She began crying again.

Draco faked a sigh. "Is this about Weasel? I'll have you know, that if it is, I am pretty sure you're better off. I heard a rumor that he has some sexual disease that gives you warts."

"Malfoy… I—You started that rumor." Draco saw Granger crack a smile.

"Draco?" A guy's voice. Harry's voice. Draco turned in his seat and saw Harry there, face looking like he had been running around outside in the cold.

"Remembered, did you?" Draco snapped coldly. "I don't need your company though. I have Granger here."

Draco felt like taking it back at the hurt look Harry gave him. "I-I'm sorry. I accidently-"

You know what? Draco was hurt too and he reminded himself of that when he stood up from his chair and grabbed Granger. "Whatever, Potter. I have things to do with Granger today instead."