Thank you for your advice, 'fandomshit'. I will try to incorporate changes within the month, when I get more time. I will include Harry's suspicions. Its my fanfiction, and I want to make it gooood!

Draco Malfoy stood in the room, the same room where Bellatrix had tortured Hermione Granger, ruthlessly. He remembered her screams, her tears, and her voice as she pleaded for mercy, for help – help that he, Draco could not provide. Despite, his blood prejudice, Draco had always respected the bright muggle-born witch. Her screams, and the true display of Bellatrix's cruelty showed him that he was indeed on the wrong side – something he had suspected, the moment he had been given his task in the sixth year. He had truly hated his cowardice and his inability to be his own man- so the first chance he got, he proved himself. He saved Fred Weasley's life by pushing him out of the way- before the latter was Avada'd. He had killed Bellatrix, before she tried to kill Potter. He took a stand for what he believed – and he had yet to regret his decision.

His musings were interrupted, as he was looking down at his Head Boy badge (something he actually felt close to worthy of). His mother came inside the room; her usually neat blonde hair was frazzled, and was coming out of her neat bun. "Draco, dear. This year will be difficult for you, because of your Veela thing…."

"Yes, mother. I'm aware.", said the blonde man.

"Promise me, something, Draco.", she said, her brows furrowed, as she thought of negative possibilities.

"Anything."

"Promise me that you are over the blood prejudice. I am son, now that I see what it cost me. But are you… because if you aren't, it might cost you your happiness. What if she is of lesser blood- will you be stubborn and refuse to.."

"No, I won't mother. I understand everything now- I am no longer that blind. I will employ all means necessary to get my mate…". His grey eyes were glowing silver at the thought of finally having his mate.

Mine.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Hermione hugged Harry and Ron, tightly, her throat strangely dry at the thought of going to Hogwarts, without her boys. The tears fell, as she got onto the train, watching them waving at her, as the train finally took up speed. She sighed heavily as she headed to the Heads' compartment.

This would be a long year.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Draco smelt it, his favourite scent- all his favourites combined into a beautiful aroma. Vanilla, strawberries, and almonds- his nostrils flared as he moaned. He closed his eyes in pleasure, as if to truly savour the scent.

That heavenly scent - the scent of his mate…. At that thought, he opened his eyes, remarkably alert. His eyes glowed bright silver.

He looked towards the open door of the compartment- from where the scent seemed to permeate. He moaned, as he smelt her coming closer. His eyes widened, as he conjured images of a faceless woman, on a couch beside him, in his arms, in his bed…..

Her smell wafted into the compartment.

He smelt her coming closer. He felt the electricity in the air.

He heard approaching footsteps, and then his eyes closed in wonder as her scent permeated the compartment, spreading everywhere.

Then, he heard a heavenly voice.

"Ummmm, Malfoy?"

He opened his eyes, and as looked at her in wonder, all he could think was…

So beautiful!

She was indeed. Her waist-length brunette hair was of various different shades of brown- mahogany, chestnut, chocolate,…. and wait, was that, red?

Her lips, so beautiful! He imagined them to be soft, moulding to his own…..

He looked into her eyes, and he was officially lost. All he could see were those wide, incredible chocolate eyes, and observe them widening.

He felt a …. warmth in his chest, feeling it grow hotter and hotter- till it felt almost like a fire. The fire, though, had a comfortable heat, as it encompassed his body, spread from the tips of his hair, to his toes…

Mine. All mine.

For the first time, Draco felt alive.

Then, he saw her and his heart, seemed to break.

His mate was none other than Hermione Granger.

The girl, he had rebuked for her bushy hair.

For her beaver-teeth.

For her bookishness.

For her blood.

For her.

No!

He remembered her torture, and he groaned as he thought, of how he had not helped her, not saved her from that bitch of an aunt he had, from that horrid scar on her arm.

He remembered her screams, which now seemed to resonate in his ears; he remembered her blood on his carpet-, which, contradictory to all his beliefs, was as red as his own. He remembered the scar 'Mudblood ', which now seemed to stare back at him.

How could she accept him?

Why would she accept him?

His heart broke as he recounted every memory he had of her- all of which was unpleasant.

Then he remembered the kiss in the Room of Requirement- her kissing Weasel.

His eyes glowed silver again.

Mine, all mine!

He wanted to rip the head off Ronald Weasley, severe his every single bone from body and crucio him- all at the same time.

For daring to touch what was rightfully his.

So what, if he had hurt her in the past, so what, that he did not deserve her love?

He was a changed man.

He would show her that and win her heart.

He would claim her.

He was not going to let her go….. he was a Slytherin, and a very handsome Malfoy to top it all.

He would have her, in the end.

Hermione entered the Head compartment and saw a most unexpected sight. Draco Malfoy, sitting near the window, sniffing the air like a dog, an expression of… pleasure(?) on his face.

"Ummmm, Malfoy?"

She watched as his eyes opened in wonder, glowing a bright silver.

They were not that colour before.

Wait, Hermione! Don't; stop noticing Malfoy's eyes !

She ignored the warmth that bloomed in her chest, the way her heartbeat stuttered as Malfoy looked at her with an expression of absolute wonder.

He did not answer her.

So what, if he joined Harry in the end? Probably did it to save his own skin. Still thinks he is above all 'filth' and 'mudbloods'! Bigoted bouncing white ferret, inbred albino,…

She ignore his muscular lean frame, his hair casually falling before his eye, his strong jaw, his structured face, and his eyes….which seemed to draw her in.

No Hermione! No!

She saw a myriad of emotion on his face, joy, hope, anger, guilt, and other strange expressions on his usual poker face, followed by his trademark smirk.

Even then, he did not look directly, at her, seemingly staring off into space.

She could not ignore the warmth she felt, or her shiver, as she looked into his eyes- once again, there was a strange expression on his face. She could not ignore the electricity in the air.

No Hermione! No! Its Malfoy!

She looked at his silver eyes.

Have I read about them somewhere?

She determinedly ignored Malfoy, as she took out a book and began reading.

She ignored his heated stares.

The silver eyes were never far from her mind, though.

I'm sure, I've read about them. But where?

Time for a library visit.

I want to thank you for your helpful reviews. A warning though- I can't do lemons. I hope you like it otherwise. If you want it though, you can send your own versions, and I will incorporate the best one into the story- at a later date, with acknowledgements. Till then, please keep reviewing! :D