Veelantine Surprise - Part 4
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The Veela discovers the identity of his mate only after having intimate contact with her. He might find her through a simple kiss or it could be during a wild, passionate night of sexual adventure. Regardless of the intensity of their first physical encounter, the male Veela can rest assured that the witch destined to be his mate will complete him utterly. He will almost certainly have known and been attracted to her before he learns she is his mate. She will be stimulating in her intellect and wit and her personality and outlook on life will complement his perfectly.
Once his mate is revealed to him, he will pine for her dreadfully until their mate-bond is sealed, after which he will cherish her always, his world revolving around her forevermore.
One can only hope she feels the same way.
from Witches and the Male Veela Who Love Them, by A. Delacour
Monday, January 2, 2006
Dear Draco,
My son, I'm writing to apologize for my behavior yesterday upon the revelation of your mate. Simply stated, I was flabbergasted and thus reacted in an unseemly fashion.
Now that I have had time to reflect upon the choice your Veela genes have made for you, I can understand why they chose Miss Granger to be your mate. Despite her being a Muggle-born, she is a talented, powerful witch; your children are guaranteed to be extremely gifted. She is fiercely intelligent, fierce in her beliefs, fierce in her bravery and self-control. She has also grown up to be an attractive young woman, one whom you, my son, complained about often during your years at Hogwarts. I believe you have secretly fancied the girl for a while now. She is a most beneficial match for you, Draco. I cannot think of anyone better to be your ultimate life-mate.
Best of luck in wooing her. If you need pointers on how to use your wings to great effect during the mating process, I will be happy to help.
Love,
Father
X~~~X
Dearest Draco,
Your father is writing to you to give you his blessing to mate with Miss Granger, as if he has any say in the matter. He was reluctant, but I threatened to withhold all marital pleasures until he did so. That brought him around.
As for my own feelings on the subject, I think Miss Granger is a marvelous choice. Your instincts obviously see something in her that is a perfect complement to you. From what I have seen and encountered of her, I agree with your inner Veela. You would be wise to bond with her soon.
Though you have never said it aloud to me, I have sensed that you have held a bit of a torch for this young woman for years. I am pleased that your subconscious emotions knew what was best for you even when your sharp tongue was digging you further into a hole.
Good luck, my love. You may be surprised to find that winning her heart won't be a difficult task.
With love and kisses,
Mother
P. S. Do what feels natural to you, my darling. Your father is a bit of a pervert, the cheeky devil, and I wouldn't recommend performing any of the suggestions he might make during your courtship of Miss Granger, especially those that involve your wings. Save those tricks for later, once you are truly bonded.
X~~~X
Dear Mother and Father,
I appreciate your concern, real or otherwise. Never fear, I know how to handle myself with women. And for your supposition that I am attracted to Hermione Granger in some way – I will admit she and I have found many common interests and we have worked well together for several years. I could see this mating being beneficial to both of us. I will rely on our growing friendship and my newfound Veela knowledge over the coming weeks. She will accept our mating in the end, I'm sure of it.
If I do need advice, I will ask for it. Otherwise, you may assume all is going well.
Your loving part-Veela son,
Draco
P. S. Please excuse the smudgy fingerprints. Chocolate is the only thing keeping me calm.
X~~~X
Blaise,
Fucking hell. Avada me now. My parents are trying to give me relationship advice. I'm twenty-freaking-five years old. I am hardly a virgin. I know my way around the bedroom.
I do need your assistance, however, in deciding the best approach to take with {{heart}} Hermione {{heart}}. You are the only one who really knows that I've fancied her for years; and now, I can't seem to think about her without coming over faint. All the blood rushes out of my head and relocates itself elsewhere. I want to win her heart because of who I am, damn it; not just because of any influence from the Veela inside me.
I know that's not very a Slytherin way to think. I should be using whatever tools I have at my disposal to get what I want, right? I can't. I can't stand the idea of manipulating her. Beedle the Bard's bollocks, I haven't even had a single date with the woman and I'm already pussy-whipped!
Get over here and help me devise a plan.
Draco
P. S. Please.
X~~~X
Draco,
Blimey, but you are a demanding arsehole. However, I agree with you – you are going to need all the help you can get. You may know your way around the bedroom, but your bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired.
I'm sure you are planning to skive off work tomorrow. I'll see you when I get off. Work, that is. Let's say six o'clock. Make sure there's food around, I'll be hungry.
Today, I'm enjoying the last hours of the holiday weekend with the lovely Luna Lovegood. She has the most delightful little mole just above her left buttcheek. It's shaped like a Blibbering Humdinger.
Blaise
P.S. What's with the hearts around Granger's name?
X~~~X
B.
Yes, I'm taking tomorrow off. I've already owled Robards. I'm sick, damn it. Heartsick.
D.
P. S. It's a Veela thing.
P. P. S. What the fuck is a Blibbering Humdinger?
X~~~X
D -
Re: Blibbering Humdinger
Who the fuck cares? It's on a pretty arse that's getting seriously ploughed by me at this very moment.
B
P. S. Ungh. Oh yeah, baby, take it all. Ungh!
P. P. S. Thank the Founders for Quick-Quotes Quills.
X~~~X
Tuesday morning, January 3, 2006
FLOOMMPH
"Gads, that 27-second commute's a bloody bitch. Hello, Auror Granger! Happy New Year!"
"Happy New Year to you too, Auror Zabini."
"Such a lovely smile you have. You look ravishing as usual this morning, Hermione. Absolutely edible. May I take a bite?"
"Thank you for the early morning compliment, Zabini, but I'm afraid I must refuse you the chance of a taste test."
"Pity. You don't know what you're missing, love."
"Au contraire! Luna, Padma, and Parvati are good friends of mine, as are Susan, Hannah, Alicia, Pansy, Lavender, Tracey, Andromeda, Penelope, Madam Rosmerta, Moaning Myrtle, and Millicent. Women do like to talk, you know."
"Yet after all that you've learned from them, you still resist. Ah well. Willpower of steel, you have. Here's the lift. After you!"
X~~~X
"All right, Aurors. We had a respectable Death Eater harvest last year. There aren't many still at large. Let's make this the year we finally capture Dolohov and the Carrows, right? Right.
To that end, Potter and Weasley have several leads that point to Albania, Bulgaria, and the Former Yugoslav Republic Of Macedonia as possible hiding places for Dolohov and his friends. They might be hiding in a forgotten wizarding village or be attempting to recruit or capture magical creatures to aid them in their cause.
Granger, you're in charge of Research for this one. Zabini, you're with Granger. I need the two of you to start pulling together all magical history and Dark Arts information you can on those three countries. Eventually Malfoy will be joining you on this research assignment as well, but he's out sick today."
"Pull the other one, Robards!"
"I thought Malfoys never got sick?"
How much did he drink at that party, anyway?"
"Must be some hangover!"
"Naw, he's in bed with a witch or three, I'll bet ten Galleons on it!"
"Settle down, settle down, people. Granger, you and your team have six weeks from today to do your research. I want a final report in front of me by February 14. Now, everyone, get to work!"
X~~~X
"Is Draco all right, Zabini?"
"He developed something over the weekend. It's nothing too drastic. I'm going to check on him after work."
"His roommates are useless. Does he need any help? I could take him some soup…"
"That's awfully nice of you, Hermione. Since when are you so concerned about Draco's well-being?"
"Why? What's wrong with expressing a little concern over a co-worker?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. It's rather sweet, actually. Now, the library is calling our names. Ladies first!"
"Thank you, but if I catch you ogling my bum again ..."
"Moi? Hermione, you wound me."
"I will, if you don't keep your eyes to yourself."
"Hmmpf."
X~X
X~X
X~X
"... No panty lines, eh? Did you get a thong for Christmas?"
HEX
"Ow! Damn, woman... That's hot."
"..."
X~~~X
"Ah, I love the smell of the Ministry Research Library in the morning. It smells like ... knowledge!"
"And knowledge is power. Let's get powerful, yeah? We'll split the countries between us so we can cover initial ground more quickly. I'll take Bulgaria, since I've been there to visit Viktor and have some practical knowledge of the place. Would you like the Former Yugoslav Republic Of Macedonia or Albania?"
"I'll go with FYROM. Lord Moldy-Tort hung out in Albania. I'll leave that for Malfoy."
"No doubt he'll thank you profusely. Right then, let's split up and collect as much material about the magical background of all three countries as we can. That way we'll have it handy as we start reading and taking notes. You take these shelves – these books cover potions, spells, herbology, and beings and creatures. I'll hit the other side and search the history and architecture books, Transfiguration treatises, mind magic, books on wands, and Muggle myths and legends. We can meet in the middle and go through the Dark Arts books together."
"Right. See you in an hour or two."
X~X
X~X
X~X
"Granger, I've scoured the stacks. There's a sodding enormous amount of information here. This will take weeks."
"I know, I found some excellent material, too. Isn't it brilliant?"
"Oh yeah, absolutely smashing. Good thing we've put that House rivalry behind us and become friends, eh? Close working quarters and all that..."
"Hmm. Sometimes a bit too close, perhaps."
"Now, Hermione, you know I'm harmless."
"Mostly harmless, at any rate."
"I'm more harmless than Malfoy!"
"Ha ha, that's a matter for debate. The two of you run neck and neck most of the time."
"Speaking of the Blond Bombshell, Granger; what are your intentions towards him?"
"... pardon?"
"You heard me. You fancy him, don't you."
"...!"
"Don't sit there with your pretty mouth hanging open, bookworm. You have given off all sorts of hints that you have your eye on him. First of all, you stopped calling him Malfoy about two years ago..."
"Well, Draco saved my life in that standoff with the Lestrange brothers. I couldn't just keep calling him 'Malfoy' after that."
"Secondly, since you broke things off with Weasley a year ago, you and Malfoy are always having lunch together and discussing all manner of subjects…"
"He's intellectually stimulating. It's a refreshing change."
"Uh-huh. Not hard on the eyes, either, is he? Then, you sided with him in an argument with Weasley and Potter."
"Well, Draco was right. Of course I sided with him."
"Hermione, Malfoy was telling the Boys Wonder that the word 'gullible' isn't in the dictionary."
"It was funny ..."
"I've also noticed that you get rather pink in the cheeks when in his presence. You tend to drop things too. It's quite cute, actually."
"No I don't! ... Do I?"
"Yep. But you know what the biggest hint was, Hermione? You snogging him senseless at the New Year's Eve party on Saturday night!"
" ... I was intoxicated."
"No you weren't. You had one glass of punch and that was it."
"I... fine. Merlin's monocle, why have you been watching me all this time, anyway? It's creepy!"
"I'm an arse man. You have a nice arse. Q.E.D."
"I am so embarrassed …"
"Don't be. A curvy, juicy bum is very attractive."
"Zabini! That's not what I meant. How could I have been so transparent?"
"I think only a cunning Slytherin would have put it all together."
"Oh, Godric! You mean Draco's figured it out?"
"I said cunning, Granger. Me! But why wouldn't you want him to know?"
"It's just... well, we're colleagues. It will be rather awkward to work together if he knows I am attracted to him but he doesn't feel the same way …"
"Where's that Gryffindor courage, Hermione? Why not take the chance? Life is full of surprises."
"What do you mean by that?"
BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG
"Crikey, I think that library clock is the loudest in the Ministry. It's five o'clock, Granger. Here, take these books, I need to scarper. See you here tomorrow, all right? Ta ta!"
"Wait! Zabini!"
SLAM
"Drat that man. Slytherin to the core. Oh well, before I start biting my lip and wringing my hands like I always do, I'll just get these books organized. This one is on enchanted forests in Albania, this next one goes in the FYROM stack – hello, what's this?"
X~X
"A book about Veela? That should be in the Bulgarian pile. Wait a minute. Male Veela? Oh, how fascinating! I never knew… but of course there must be... I think I'll take this home tonight. I need some light reading. Oh, stop talking to yourself, Hermione, and go home."
SLAM
X~~X
Tuesday evening, January 3, 2006
FLOOMMPH
"Hi honey, I'm ho-ome!"
"Hey, Blaise, c'mon in! You're just in time for wizard pizza."
"Wizard pizza?"
"Yeah. It's like Muggle pizza, 'cept it's magic."
"I kinda figured that part out, Greg. How is it different?"
"It comes as plain cheese, then you take a slice and you think about what toppings you'd like. Viola! You have customized pizza."
"Don't you mean 'voilà', Theo?"
"Whatever. See? I have sausage on mine, and Greg has garlic, onion, anchovy, and cabbage."
"… um, yeah. Greg, you go right ahead and enjoy that. I'll try a nice, simple slice of pepperoni. Huh, would you look at that!"
(nom nom nom)
"This is delicious."
"We tol' ya, Blaise."
"We ordered it from that new place in Diagon Alley: The Pied Piper's Pizza Pies. Draco's got an account there."
"Of course he does. Where is he anyway?"
"He's been in his room, flexing in the mirror, all bleedin' day."
"Well I can't hang around all night. Draco! What's keeping you?"
"Hold your hippogriffs, I'm coming."
"I don't care, stop wanking off and get out here."
"Cripes, arsehole, you know what I meant."
"There you are. I can't help it if I'm handsome and witty. Nice haircut, bro."
"Cheers. I couldn't take the long hair anymore. How Father can stand it is beyond me. I hope it stays short this time."
"Hey, Draco, where are your fairy wings?"
"Fuck off, Theo. I can finally retract them, thank Salazar. As long as I stay calm and controlled I should be okay. They'll pop out again if I get worked up."
"Have some pizza to celebrate, roomie!"
"Um, in a sec … what's that I smell? Something delicious …"
"I don't smell nuffin' …"
"It's probably Greg's cabbage pizza."
"Gross! No, damn it, it's not food. It smells … lovely. What the hell, it's coming from you, Blaise!"
(sniff sniff inhale)
"What were you doing at work today?"
"I spent the day in the library. You and I have a new assignment in Research with …"
(SNNNIIIIIFFFF)
"Granger! Oh gods … {{{Hermione!}}}"
"Oh no, not again …"
"Shit, his wings are tearing through his shirt!"
"Draco? Draco! Fuck, man, your hair, it's … damn, look at it grow!"
"He looks like an angel again, guys!"
RIIIP
"Scrimgeour's scrotum, a well-hung angel at that!"
"{{{Hermione!}}}"
"Draco, get off me! No! Down, boy. I'm not Hermione!"
"{{{Yes, Hermione! I need Hermione! Ungh… ungh}}}"
"Lookit his eyes, Theo … dey look like hearts!"
"I'll be damned!"
"{{{ungh … Ungh … UNGH!}}}"
"Never mind his fucking eyes, you morons, get him off my leg before he squirts jizz all over me!"
"Oh … yeah! Petrificus totalus!"
THUD
"There you go, Blaise!"
"Thanks, Theo, you pillock."
HEX
"Ow! Shite, that stings…"
"That's for taking so long to get our frotting friend off of me. Merlin, I was around Granger all day; Draco can smell her. Godric's gastropods, he's got it bad."
"Granger? Why Granger? She's got a great arse, yeah, but …"
"Nott, you'll never understand. Now shut the hell up. All right, I'm tired of this shit – it's time for some preventive measures: Scourgify! Tergeo! A Sinus-Blocking spell on Draco for good measure. Now … Ennervate!"
"Ungh…"
"…"
"… Fuck. I did it again, didn't I."
"Yeah. You'd better be careful, Draco. I'm starting to enjoy it."
(SNNUCKKKK)
"A sinusitis spell; good idea. I can't smell a thing now."
"Right then. I brought you a shitload of Honeyduke's chocolate. I put it on your account there; I knew you had one."
"Give it to me – I don't want to find myself trying to bend you over my desk while we're strategizing."
(nom nom nom)
"Do these two need to clear out?"
"Nah. I explained the very basic basics, and they know they're dead if they say anything to anyone. I can use all the stupid courting ideas I can get."
"Yay, we get ta help Draco, Theo!"
"As long as the pizza keeps coming, I'll do it."
"Let's get started then. Quick-Quotes Quill, activate!"
TO BE CONTINUED ...
A/N: I used to have actual HTML heart symbols in Draco's note. However, Fanfiction .net doesn't allow special HTML coding, dang it. Now, I had to replace each heart with the less adequate, but descriptive, {{heart}} notation.
The show must go on. :)