Hey guys, just wanted to apologize for making you wait a little in between chapters, I'm busy most of the day so I have to fit this in whenever I can. Thanks to all of you who've liked the story so far and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 4

Something tugged at my hair, slowly pulling me from my unconscious state as I fluttered my eyes open. A figure blurred together at my side, soon forming the image of an older woman, a brush in her hand unraveling the tangles in my hair. She was relatively small, sitting stiffly in a chair pulled closely to the bed I now lay on with pale fingertips working at the strands of my hair; no expression visible.

"I see you're awake," she muttered with a slight smile, retracting the brush from my hair only to set it on the bedside table. I sat up, curiously letting my eyes roam about the large chamber forged from a sleek marble; the sheets I lay under threaded in the formal Slytherin colors, with so many matching pillows around my head I could've been swallowed whole. "Where am I?" my voice broke with a sickly rasp, yet she didn't seem disturbed. I knew this woman from somewhere. Where had I seen her before? "After coming down with a dreadful cold, my son decided to bring you here, to his chambers, so you could receive some much-needed rest. I don't believe I've ever introduced myself, I'm Narcissa Malfoy." My body unexpectedly froze, locked into place as my mind tried to process everything just said. I was in Draco's chambers, in his bed, with his Mother sitting right next to me. Oh boy…

"This is usually the part where the guest would introduce themselves as well," Narcissa sat back, brushing the ends of her shoulder-length hair into place as she looked at me expectantly. "My name is Remi, Remi Kendrick." "Good, so you are the girl Draco has been jabbering about. It's about time we had a talk together." "And why would that be?" my question seemed to throw her off. Narcissa's posture went rigid as she stared at me blankly, before snapping right back to normal with a casual flutter of her hand off to the side, "Draco will discuss everything with you in due time. Now is the time for us to converse over anything you wish." "Alright then," I took in a deep breath before continuing, "I want to talk about Bellatrix."

"You're doing it again," Lucius snapped at his son as they strolled down a corridor. Lazily pulling his head away from the position of his blank stare at the wall, lost in thought as he worried about Remi, Draco glanced at his Father, "I'm can't help it Father, I_" "Draco, I understand what you're going through. The beginning stages of the relationship between Veela and mate are always tender; it will take some time for you both to grow accustomed to each other." A purr-like growl reverberated out from Draco's throat as he chuckled, "Oh, I am quite accustomed to the thought of my mate; she just won't let me anywhere near her. It's like her entire goal for existing is to drive me insane…" "It will feel that way sometimes, but the important fact of the matter is that you will need to explain to her what you are and why she's here, other than being a rebel of course." "It's not as easy as you make it sound," fumbling about with a paper clip in his trouser pocket, Draco glanced back down the hall, in the direction he knew his mate would be. "Draco," Lucius growled lowly, he paused for several seconds before shaking his head with a sigh, "Just go." "Excuse me?" Utterly confused by his Father's sudden statement, the younger Lord watched as Lucius lifted his cane a bit from the floor to motion down the hall. "She's most likely awake by now, I permit you to leave. Good luck."

Without another word, he sped off down the hall, wasting no time as he burst through the doors of his bed chamber only to find Narcissa laughing heartily while Remi sat there in his bed flashing a brief smile in his direction before it completely disappeared. "You're awake," he breathed with relief. "I am," she retorted, a hand running through her messy dark hair. "Oh my, Draco," Narcissa stood with a smile quite unbefitting towards her usual character, "Remi is such an adorable young girl. I can't wait to see how the grandchildren turn out!" Both of them stared wide-eyed at his Mother as she excused herself from the room, where silence was the only thing to greet him afterwards. Awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck with a faint smile, Draco tried to laugh it off though it was clear Remi did not have the same intention. "What did she mean Malfoy?" her tone was cold and sharp, mimicking the glare she produced with her eyes. Even when she was annoyed with him, she still looked beautiful, he couldn't deny it. "Why don't you get cleaned up first? It's been a while since you've had a nice bath; the bathroom is through that door right over there. When you're done…then we'll talk." Draco hated the weakness in his voice; how he wasn't prepared to tell her his only secret, and the anticipation filling his head to see her reaction didn't help one bit. He would do practically anything to get a little while longer before having to explain, but Remi didn't budge with her hard gaze. "Remi, please…I promise…I'll answer whatever questions you have once you're through." At that she moved just a bit, only enough to push her legs out from under the bed sheets where her bare feet met the cold marble floor sending a chill up her spine. He tried to ignore all the curves of her body as she walked away; completely silent except her heartbeat that hitched when he brushed past her to sit at his desk. Perhaps the feelings of their relationship weren't just one-sided; maybe she felt the connection just like he could except she was far better at hiding her emotions.

GRANDCHILDREN!? What the heck was Narcissa talking about?! With my back pressed against the bathroom door after locking it, I stood there for several seconds just focusing on my breathing; what was happening? I admit Draco was attractive, but was he really getting so far under my skin that I couldn't control myself around him? It had been so hard to keep my eyes directed only at his face; after all, he had acquired some rather large muscles over the years and they were extremely difficult to ignore.

I glanced around the large bathroom, my eyes lastly settling on the rounded pearl white bathtub in the center of the marble room; the short legs carved from a sleek silver metal made to look like snake heads curving upward. It wasn't long before the hot water had steam rising into the air while welcoming me into its comforting arms; my head lay back on the tub's rim as I scrubbed at the patches of mud and grim on my arms. Moments passed where I was able to forget where I was, letting my thoughts drift off to the earlier years at Hogwarts where everything was somewhat happy. I could remember so much, yet at the same time so little. I could see the colors of the Four Houses, the old grumpy sorting hat, and most of my friends who had joined the Rebel League alongside me, but as I attempted to dive into a memory nagging at my thoughts Draco's voice sounded on the other side of the door. "Remi, I had the elves fetch you some new clothes. They should be in there hanging on the wrack next to the sink." I was tempted to say thank you, but successfully caught myself right before saying it; there was no way I was going to show gratitude to Malfoy, after all, he was the one to kidnap me! Never mind that he saved me from a slow death caused by illness, it was his fault I got sick in the first place!

Slowly rising from the tub only to towel dry myself off, I did indeed find a new set of clothes hung beside the sink; a plain green sweater and dark jeans waiting patiently, with a pair of green striped socks to match while I noticed a hairbrush laying on the sink. Thinking about it now, this would be the first time seeing myself in the mirror since I left Hogwarts, but let me tell you one thing, whoever that was in the reflection was definitely not me! Instinctively, my fingers flew to my cheeks, brushing across the pale, clear skin as if it were paper that would crumple under my touch. My hair wasn't the same either; it had to have grown at least four inches, newly stretching down to my waist which had somehow shrunk to be no bigger than those bitches' who made fun of me at school. Lifting up the hem of the sweater, I looked down in horror when I found all my hard-earned Quidditch muscles to be gone as well. What in the name of Merlin happened to me?! Staring wide-eyed at myself in the mirror, the hairbrush fell from my grasp as I finally took notice of my height – I had shrunk! And what was this? Oh my dear sweet lord, my chest had to have grown to at least a D-cup if not larger!

A scream like no other unleashed itself from my throat, bouncing off the dark marble walls which made the noise sound that much worse. Draco was there within a matter of seconds, seeing how he had kicked the door down in one swift movement; the look of absolute concern causing me to jump away when he reached out to inspect me for injury. "You stay back! You-you bloody demon! What the hell did you do to me Malfoy?! I don't even look like my bloody self! What is this?! What spell did you use!? Change me back this instant!" through all the shouting as I pointed between him and myself, I hadn't noticed the tears that slowly progressed out the corner of my eyes to then stream down my cheeks. The bloody bastard had done something to make me this way! I now had an extremely feminine figure; no wonder the Death Eater was able to distinguish my gender! "Remi_" "Don't come any closer you bastard! Tell me now!" "Remi, let me explain_" I crouched down into the corner of the room once my back hit the wall, hiding my teary face behind my arms that lay across my knees. "Do you remembering studying back at Hogwarts?" his question surprised me, though I did not attempt to look at him in fear he was closer than I would find comfortable, "Yes." "Have you ever read about Veelas, Remi?" "Hermione told me a bit about them once before, but I don't see_" I stopped. He couldn't be serious. Lifting my head, I stared openly at Malfoy as his sad face inspected the shine on his black shoes. "No - no, no, no, Draco, tell me you're joking," I pleaded. "I wish I were love," he nonchalantly leaned against the broken door frame, stuffing his hands down into the pockets of his trousers while his soft silver eyes watched me, "You're my mate Remi."

Why did my life have to include such bullshit?