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If you're asking if I need you,

The answer is forever.

If you're asking if I'll leave you,

The answer is never.

If you're asking what I value,

The answer is you.

If you're asking if I love you,

The answer is I do.

Chapter 4:

(Severus Snape)

"Come along, Severus." Professor McGonagall beckoned to Professor Snape like a little child before exiting his classroom with a hovering Steeve Gregory at her side, using the Mobilicorpusspell. (causes an object or person to hover as if they were on a stretcher, lol.)

"Instructions are on the board," The Potions master reminded his class almost bitterly. "Ingredients are at the front." Elena seemed to giggle at something that Draco had whispered into her ear and in a quick movement the teacher leapt towards their desk, leaning forward over it and gripping the desk tight in a vice grip with a firm disapproving frown.

Elena practically backpedalled away from him in fright, earning the Professor a famous glare as the Veela tucked his mate into him, into his chest and under his chin, growling. Elena calmly pushed him away slightly for some space, despite the blush on her cheeks, only to have herself brought back into him. The boy had been dreadfully calm up till this point after the incident with Steeve, as having his intended mate under his arm he was contented up till now.

"Be...have.(uh)" He pronounced the last word like he was speaking to a child rather than two fully grown seventeen year olds.

"I'll do my best." Elena gulped in the arms of her Veela.

"I'll try." Draco smirked, tightening his hold on Elena's waist (which did not go unnoticed to most of the class as well). "But I always behave, sir." He smirked, but Snape's frown only deepened instead of finding it humorous.

"Make sure of it, Mr. Malfoy." He pronounced his name veeerrrryy slowly.

Then turning swiftly and leaving with a tumble of his thick, black cloak, Snape heard the familiar squeak as the dungeon door slammed shut behind him. Silently he sulked behind McGonagall, now seeing he was with her she turned and continued walking, but not seeing Snape's pale hands clenching and un-clenching at his.. sides as he shut the dungeon door. You have no idea of the utter intensity of the glare that followed his back.

Minutes later in the infirmary with Madam Pomfrey tending to Steeve's wounds, the dark professor loomed over boy silently, assessing him over and wondering why McGonagall dragged him along when he had a class to teach.

"Minerva," His low monotone voice called to the older woman next to him, his fingertips just gently touching each other. "The boy is taken care of; allow me to return to my... class." He spoke the last word finally, a habit that he had grown fond of to create imminent suspense in his sentences.

"Just a moment, Severus." McGonagall stood in front of the Potions master. "I came by to discuss the timetable arrangements with Draco and Elena-"

Steeve groaned loudly on the hospital wing's bed, Madam Pomfrey just entering the scene and checking him over quickly.

"He'll be fine, Minerva, just a broken nose and a concussion." The hurried nurse told McGonagall. "He's unconscious for now, but he'll be okay after a few days, just have him take this once a day." She poured some liquid into a vile. "He'll have to come back for more every day, but it'll speed up the process. I've already mended the broken bone, it's just the concussion that this juice will sort out."

"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey." McGonagall thanked the woman with a pitying look at Steeve.

"I'm just doing my job, Minvera. What brought this about so early into the first period?"

"Veela," Snape spoke quickly. So quickly in fact, it startled both Minerva and the Nurse (I don't know her first name, lol) for his silence made him basically invisible until he spoke, alerting them of his presence again.

"Veela..." Pomfrey murmured softly as if she had heard it many times before. "They're going to be the death of me!" Since the fact that for every one Veela there are so many threats and attacks, especially hospital beds full of male victims of their wrath concerning their mate, it indeed was going to be the death of the poor Madame Pomfrey.

Not quite sure how to answer to such a statement, McGonagall quickly thanked the Nurse again.

"Well thank you again, Madame Pomfrey."

"No need to worry, Minerva, I'm just doing my job." Pomfrey replied, before turning on her heel and began taking quick, hurried steps along the Hospital Wing to the other empty hospital beds, plumping up the pillows. "So which of the lucky young ladies is the mate to such a strong Veela?"

"Elena Howsen, 7th Year." Snape once again startled both women with his input, that he silently glared at the space in front of him when he realised that once again his silence made them forget him.

"Oh thank goodness!" The nurse sighed. "I had thought it'd be some hussy! Lovely girl, Elena Housen, and good friends with Potter." Elena was always one to be under the curious watch of Professors.

"Yes, she is quite." McGonagall eyed Madame Pomfrey.

"Veela's only pick those who are worthy and powerful." Snape put in, this time both women turned to look at him. "'Some hussy' wouldn't even come close to 'the one' for a Veela. Besides, no matter what stupid things Elena coulddo now," The Head of Slytherin commented coldly, yet stated the facts. "The effort to push her Veela away would be futile." McGonagall shook her head at him, no matter how right she was. Their fates were entwined the moment Draco first saw Elena.

"Such a gifted girl too. She'll be the source of envy." Madame Pomfrey spoke to herself as if in a daze.

"Yes..." McGonagall began getting lost in her thoughts, dreading how that was going to turn out.

"I'll be taking my leave. Good day, Professors." And with that the Nurse left the Hospital Wing just like that.

"Out of curiosity, Severus," McGonagall broke the silence and turned to him again, he regarded the woman with a simple stony look. "Other than just a friend of Potters, how else do you know Elena?"

"I don't. Dumbledore has simply put me in charge as their guardian." He replied in an anti-social mono-tone.

"I see."

"And what of Gregory?" Snape asked slowly, turning to McGonagall.

"Detention would suffice." The older woman sighed. "Not with me of course, the boy is in your house, so he is of your responsibility." She quickly added, gesturing towards the unconscious seventeen year old on the hospital bed. "He is in your house after all, and your class."

As if on cue, the scruff of a boy awoke with a groan, his eyelids in slits - a visual confirmation of his pain.

"Ugh..." He moaned, then his eyes closed again, before opening fully. "Son of a bitch..." He moaned, remembering the event and bringing his hands up to touch his nose. "Bastard broke my nose..."

"Watch your tongue, Mr. Gregory!" Minerva scolded. Steeve didn't even bother to reply, so McGonagall pressed forward and frowned disapprovingly, deciding getting straight to the point would be the best thing to do. "Mr. Gregory, you are going to be issued a week's detention with Professor Snape."

"What?! What did I do?!" The Slytherin boy suddenly shot up in bed (perfectly well, might I add) with defensive hands and angry eyebrows. His words came out a bit nasal from his fixed broken nose. "Draco attacked me! It ain't my fault! The motherfu-!" Snape leered over the teen in his house, who abruptly stopped talking at the death glare coming from the dark professor. McGonagall frowned and her ice blue eyes widened at the language.

"Shut.... up." Snape sneered.

It was still the first lesson, on the first day o the year, and already there was trouble.

A new record against Potter. Snape sighed.

McGonagall interrupted the internal dialogue that Snape was having by continuing her lecture to the teen in the hospital bed.

"You provoked him by using inappropriate language towards his mate, Mr. Gregory. Far more than 'nothing' to even the youngest of the Veela." McGonagall's mouth was by now in a firm line, her ice blue eyes sighing as she looked down at Steeve.

V...Veela? Steeve's eyes widened.

"You can be trialled under Magical Law if taken any further. Now, excuse me, I have to speak with the Headmaster. You can talk to Snape about your detention arrangements." With that, she left in a flurry of thick black robes, leaving the Slytherin boy with his Head of House, and dumping the entire situation upon him.

"Malfoy's a Veela?"

The corners of the Potions Master's lips lowered further in a frown as he looked down at the boy in his house, half in impatience, and the other half in deep contemplation. He had a class to teach. He had no idea of what mishap they could be up to.

In fact, over the years his hair had gotten gradually bestowed with grease, grease, and more grease in his subconscious way of having to control over himself, especially the stress, worry and trouble that Potter put on his shoulders. That was the downside of being Dumbledore's right hand man.

That's why he had taken up the offer immediately of watching someone else rather than Potter. Elena Housen. This particular student wasn't your average 17 year old girl. Even by wizarding standards, she was unique in that she was one of the Boy-Who-Lived best friends. That alone warranted some extra attention. Even apart from that, her brilliance was something that couldn't be hidden.

Elena has always been an evasively obedient student; yet still had an incredible fiery streak that especially came out around her best friends. When focused Elena was determined and seemingly unstoppable and confident, a Gryffindor trait right there, a fire with the luck of having a high intellect too.

On top of that she had a certain magnetic charisma that drew people to her. She was like Potter, who had a natural flair with people; even though she was herself. She was comical, fun and a loving individual, full of charm and a unique appeal, fitting right in with the Golden Quartet they were. Elena valued those in her protective circle, family and friends, hence the fact she wanted to spend a night with her friends before she moved in with Draco.

Elena Housen was a unique part of the friendship that the Golden Quartet had built together. Now with the gossip of hers and Draco's inheritance, her recent publicity would be hard to deal with.

Which is as to why Dumbledore had Snape to watch over Elena especially.

Elena showed up in Hogwarts in the First year as a strong and most likely candidate for Draco's mate, as the kind of characteristics and traits that Miss. Housen possesses are signs of being a mate to a magical creature. Throughout the years of the Golden Quartet being enemies to a certain Slytherin blond, Elena was only nasty when protecting her friends. Snape sensed that was the only reason for any loathing feelings towards Malfoy that had presented themselves.

Through the chatter of the classes he had taught over the years, Snape learned that many other teens actually admired her. Elena led others by example without knowing it, and people take notice of her- despite how much she doesn't like it when she does notice it. Sometimes she could have an intense stare which made her look wise beyond her years. Inheritance ablaze, little Miss. Housen's looks and personality have been enhanced tenfold, including her ability to attract admirers like a moth to a flame.

Draco had been all over her all morning, and whenever the Potions master's dark eyes even flickered over to the two, it was apparent that both of the students were glowing in each other's presence. They were a match made in heaven, as one would ssay.

In Draco's heavy attraction towards his mate, both Snape and Draco's best friend, Blaise, have been bombarded with so many questions about her. One would think he was using Blaise as an 'Elena Encyclopedia'. The young Malfoy was so persistent towards his mate that it was driving both Snape and Blaise up the wall.

Snape briefly wondered what Draco and his mate were up to, before his thoughts were interrupted by Minerva's voice.

"I'll leave him with you, Severus." He vaguely heard McGonagall's retreating footsteps grow silent, her crisp voice fading away. Snape leered over the male student lower than him, earning a whimper. Snape snarled down at him dangerously, before bringing back his hand and slapping the boy painfully upside the head.

"Does your incompetence know no bounds?" Snape coldly asked with exaggerated patience, his words coming out of his teeth. Gregory was too scared to move.

Snape straightened at the lack of response.

"I advise you don't get in the way of a Veela again, boy."

"I-I didn't know he was a V-Veela, sir! Honest!" It, however, didn't redeem him from his fate. Snape simply regarded with boy with a disapproving look, continuing his speech as if he didn't hear the student.

"Despite the month's detention you've just bought yourself for your ignorance," Snape ignored the outraged 'What?!' and continued, "Not only will Dumbledore and myself will be watching you, Draco will be paying extra special attention to you. Malfoy will be persistent enough to punish you himself, with or without permission of Dumbledore so I wouldn't step a toe out of line if I were you." Steeve's eyes visibly widened, feeling the air crackle like a spell was cast over him, and he trembled in fear. "On top of the punishments you already have."

Shit... Steeve cursed. Double shit...

Snape then took his leave with his black cloak billowing behind him.

I sat quietly at my station, Potions room, Dungeons. I'm pretty sure that Draco could hear my heart thumping in my chest it was beating so hard. It hadn't calmed down since the incident with Steeve and both Professor's had left.

Everyone in the room was murmuring about the whole incident now that Snape had left with Professor McGonagall. My stomach was cooing in warmth and security that was elicited from Draco's protective stance and action against Steeve.

I was trying not to melt into a puddle next to this warm, handsome, sexy Veela who was emitting an aura of intense love and gentle, soothing warmth. Hermione explained to me earlier that Draco would unconsciously do this when he was in my presence, releasing off pheromone's that is. The Veela is 'showing off its colours' like a proud Peacock in front of all the females. Draco wouldn't know he would be doing it, and it would feel like all of it would be concentrated on me, because it was. And it would affect me accordingly.

I began to notice how the handsome Slytherin's body was angled towards mine...

"Wow, uh, that was pretty impressive." I told the handsome Slytherin, trying to stop my wandering thoughts and talking about Steeve Gregory.

Draco Malfoy's body had toned up handsomely over the summer, and it was so hard not to start staring. His arms were defined and muscular, looking so strong and protective... I mean wow.

Draco smiled at my praise, then replied:

"It comes naturally when protecting my mate." He winked, and his aura got all the more intense all of a sudden... I gasped when I felt heat surrounding me, still staring at Draco.

What I've always found attractive in guys is their broad shoulders. Draco's chest, shoulders, jaw and back were so strong, dominant, and incredibly 'alpha' as Hermione described the change in the Veela when they came into their inheritance.

Hello Alpha Male Malfoy.

Feeling feminine and submissive, I felt myself becoming receptive all of a sudden to his contagious smile and masculine-

Ooh masculine - demeanour.

I didn't know I was grinning like an absolute idiot at the time too.

"Did you see his nose, man?!"

"Ha, Steeve got owned." One guy behind us said.

What I didn't know was that Draco seemed to notice that my attention was taken away by those around us, and was disappointed my attention was taken away, just when he had me, I didn't notice this because I was finding it hard to think straight.

Damn your pheromone's Draco! I-I can't think today now!

"I'm not your mate yet, Draco." The words sounded almost like an invitation from my subconscious, just blurting out. I didn't even plan on saying those words. I even smacked a hand over my mouth, thinking he would get angry or something.

He grinned a heart-felt smile instead, his eyes twinkling with possessive intention that made my stomach twist in anticipation.

"Yet." He repeated.

Ba-bump went my heart.

Draco let his forehead touch mine, gently invading my space that felt comfortable, warm, and gentle. I felt like putty in front of his gaze. Realising this gave me butterflies. I shivered at the feeling.

"Why are you laughing?" He teased lightly enough that it was refreshing, and alluring. I hadn't known that I laughed a little bit.

"You're kinda beautiful, Draco." I replied, the words once again throwing themselves out of my mouth. I had no intention of actually telling him but they came out all the same. Just hearing my voice utter his name, his eyes widened, pupils dilating when I said his name. He looked so pleased he even purred back my own name, eyes dropping to my lips unconsciously.

"My Elena..." His voice was a soft whisper, a large, warm hand coming up to hold the back of my neck as he dragged his beautiful silver eyes back up to my own. "There will be day where you'll be completely mine, love." He closed his eyes and breathed my scent in deeply. "Being this close to you is making it hard not to do anything."

My lips began burning with the urge to kiss him, to accept him, to give in to a carnal desire and instinct seemingly engrained deep into the recesses of my mind.

By God we're in a classroom! A part of my mind declared with this urge.

Our faces were still so close...

"Draco..." I spoke his name as my lips voiced it.

I placed my hands on his hard chest unconsciously, feeling it purr through the robes and under my skin. Our bodies were coming across the stools towards each other.

And an extremely rude cough broke us apart.

"A-hem." I whipped round in surprise and gasped to see Snape towering over us, the room deadly silentall of a sudden. "I do believe I made sp ecific instructions to behave." His eyes narrowed. "I leave for ten minute's and your both all over each other?" He looked at the both of us, one by one, quickly. My skin crawled. "I'm disappointed."

Yeah? Well, listen here you good for nothing toad- I stopped myself in midsentence, silencing my inner Hermione that I had picked up over the years and calmed myself down.

Snape breezedby me, making me shiver. I watched the thick black robes dance as the man returned to the front then turned around quickly, scanning the class to see if we had dared to move. His cold eyes scanned over Draco twice, feeling just like the rest of the class felt too, an intense wave of possessive intention heightening.

Feeling like the cat who swallowed the canary at that moment, I dropped my gaze sheepishly to the desk. I brought my eyes back to Snape for a moment, watching as he proceeded to make a show of pulling up his cuffs just an inch on each wrist, then placed long, pale fingers onto the desk and leaning forward, before bellowing:

"Well?! The Potion's not going to make itself!"

Everyone's pants practically turned brown.


"I want an extremely detailed report on the Potion you've all of you back for detention tonight. Now get out of my classroom." Professor Snape's monotone voice drawled out and immediately everyone was scrambling out of their chairs, squeaking and sliding out of the room with their books and bags under their arms.

I turned to look at the clock. Sure enough, the bell rang at that moment.

I've felt weird every since Draco's Veela allure was concentrated on me. I haven't been able to think straight all lesson, I couldn't take notes properly, I couldn't chop properly even to the point where Draco took the knife off me before I could get cut.

"What have you got next, love?" Draco next to me asked, slinging his bag on his strong shoulder. His nickname for me has stuck now.

I liked it, let's be honest now.

He'll give you an affectionate nickname, you see, Elena. And once he senses that you like it, it sticks. Said Hermione earlier. She had given me like a whole list on what Veela's do.

"I've got free period with Hermione in the library." I responded to Draco's question with a small smile.

It's been forever since I've been to the library! I spoke in my head, trying to distract myself from the rippling muscles on Draco's arms as he strode by me and we walked out of the dungeons. Summer's long, wow. Didn't feel like it... Right. Yeah.

"You like the library, my love?" He asked, cocking his head a little bit in interest.

"Yeah, it's really great." I answered, mentally smacking myself for not making sense. "I mean, it's really good. I like it." I nodded affirmatively, coming up to the staircase that would take me to the library destination. "This is my staircase. Bye, Draco." He beamed and his eyes sparkled when I said his name, but I was already starting to walk away.

"I'll see you later, Elena." He told me softly, reluctantly letting me go out of his sight.

I could feel his protective stare follow me until I turned into another corridor.

I continued making my way to the library I knew so well after all these years with my best friends. It had become the place for me and Hermione to chat about nothing and everything. I liked being around old books, the feeling of an ancient presence and knowledge that grounded me just like Hogwarts itself did. That's why I appreciated Hogwarts, there's no other school like it, and there never will be. I cherished every day within the grounds, and with my friends. Which is how life's meant to be, really.

I caught the sight of Hermione waiting for me already, and I smiled my widest smile and waved.

Draco slowly watched Elena walk away with an almost fatherly protective stare until she disappeared into another corridor. Thinking like the persistent Veela he was, this all made sense. Thinking like a Malfoy, this was nonsense. He was the moth to her flame and hypnotized by her scent to the point of intensity.

"Yo, whatcha lookin' at?" Blaise hopped up by him from his Herbology lesson to see Draco (he had to leave half way through as it was only half a lesson for him) and spend the remainder of the period in Herbology. Then he remembered that his best friend was a Veela now. "Oh right, Elena, yeah? Uh... 's she good?" He asked awkwardly, not wanting to come off the wrong way. He saw how that went down with Steeve. And being Draco's best friend wouldn't change the treatment he would get if anything threatened his mate.

"She's perfect, Blaise." Draco replied. Blaise nodded. He was also knew to the Veela as much as Elena should be, only the facts and not much experience. He was determined to be with Draco the whole way, though- despite his friend's new toll of gravity. (That's exactly how the book he read on Veela's described it anyway, 'a change of gravity towards their mate which then causes the Veela starts to solely revolve around their mate.) The scent of the mate (which Draco had told him was a sweet yummy vanilla) upon first sight starts this, and the chase begins.

Blaise could see the want to go after Elena Housen in his best friend's eyes at that moment too.

"Dude, we gotta go."

"She was saying my name, Blaise, it took so much effort not to ravish her in the classroom." Draco shivered with a purr.

Blaise laughed humorously, and Draco loosened up and chuckled.

Blaise understood though, Draco just wanted to ravish poor little Elena, spoil her and make her for the rest of their lives. Veela instinct.

It sent waves of pleasure throughout Draco to watch Elena smile, to touch her, and he was so close to kiss her that he was burning to find her, bring her back and kiss her all over. It made his heart ache with how he wanted to make his Elena so happy, he wanted to hear her laugh in his ears, see her soft chocolate eyes sparkle and a large smile spread across her face. Despite how fragile she was, there was an inner strength in her that shone.

"What would her love feel like, Blaise?"

"How am I meant to know, man?"

They stood together in silence for a moment, the corridor's beginning to empty, just a thin strain of students strolling through, but Draco was still lost in thought.

This beautiful creature; whom smelled like vanilla flowers, whom had a special kind of beauty; who was gentle and graceful; so fragile and strong, he couldn't help but wonder, what her love would feel like? He craved her affection and her attention so much at that point that his limbs felt like lead as they made way to next class, and his thoughts stayed on his wonderful mate, his perfect, gorgeous m-

"Come on, Drake. She's alright, you'll see her later." Blaise spoke to him, putting a tight hand on his best friend's shoulder.

Blaise studied Draco for a moment longer. He had been acting the same way on the train, too. The same emotion playing in his eyes, it was beautiful and awe-striking to watch, but at the same time he didn't want it to consume his best bud all the same.

"C'mon." He ignored the growl and pulled his Slytherin roommate along..

I hummed to myself, plucking a dusty old book from the library shelf, suddenly to have my beautiful tune disrupted by breaking out into a wave of intense coughing and loud splutters. I kept coughing loudly, panting out the strangling dust that erupted from the shelf. I smacked my chest with a fist and it calmed down after swallowed, wetting my throat.

Aah...

"Nasty..." I wheezed. I could taste the dirty dust on my tongue, before coughing some more. I thumped my chest with a fist like a caveman again, before stopping at the sudden silence within the peaceful library. I looked over my shoulder to three Third-Year Ravenclaws sitting at a nearby table staring intently at me above their books. "No, no! It's okay, I'm fine." I assured them with a smirk, turning back to the shelf and gathered more books, holding my breath just in case before walking round the shelf and sitting down, breathing again.

"Hello Hermione..." I greeted her like I always did, even though I hadn't seen her for two minutes. I did this whenever I was in a good mood.

"Hey, Elena! Look at what I found!" She said, closing the binding of the book she was holding and held the front cover up to me.

"Characteristics of the Veela's Mate..." I read aloud, tilting my head curiously.

"Yes! It's so bizarre! I can't believe I didn't figure it out sooner, Elena!"

"What do you mean?" I quizzed in my little armchair, watching my best friend laugh like a mad beaver in discovery (only not quite as hairy).

"The clues have been here all along since we met you! And it was right under my nose!"

"...Hermione?" I asked innocently, kinda freaked out.

"Let me read it out."

"Yes, do that."

"First, I want to know if, while Draco was protecting you from that pig, Gregory, if you felt an instant belonging, a feeling of safe, warm-"

"Yes..."

"And you were so about to kiss!"

"Oh my God, Hermione!" I threw my hands up in the air and fell back into my armchair. "Is it possible to keep anything from you?!"

"Let me tell you, Elena, tonight you are in for a claiming! He won't be able to stop himself when you two are alone since he was so close to kiss you earlier. How could anyone not have seen you two fawning all over each other? It was hard not to stare! It was so CUTE! Elena, let me tell you, you were both looking like you were going into heat-"She cooed.

"Wait! People were staring?"

"Yes they were, Elena." She winked and smiled.

"Oh My God."

"What?"

"People aren't meant to stare!" I said a little too loudly. Everyone in the library then began staring. Feeling under close inspection, I kinda sank into my seat a little. Slowly though, they turned back to whatever they were doing.

"Oh, and while Snape was gone, I took the chance to scan over this, and take a look at what I found!"

I nodded quietly for her to show me her discovery. From sitting in the angle that I happened to be in, my best friend looked like a book guru as she flipped through the red leather book in her hand, and after a few flicks, found the page and smoothed out the old yellow page.

I still had the several books that she asked me to get on my right.

"What's weird," She began. "Is the fact that no other book actually describes the characteristics of Veela's mate, mostly only on the Veela itself. Which we can use to our advantage of course." We giggled together at her last sentence like the schoolgirls we were. "This is totally uncanny though, listen,"

"The characteristics of a Veela's mate can be distinguished from a young age. These traits show themselves around the early childhood and even through the teens as personality characteristics, a part of who the mate is. A well educated witch or wizard will be able to distinguish these characteristics, but most of the time are dismissed as part of one's character. Most mate's of the Veela have these similar distinguishing characteristics by the age of ten to twelve years old. These include:

Possess large eyes with an intense stare.Often have large, clear eyes – eyes are prominent in photographs or when looking at you – sometimes you can feel as if they are staring right though you."

"They have magnetic personalities and are highly affectionate."

"Are even-tempered, sweet, and are forgiving of others. These folk are highly sensitive and empathetic as well, and for this are noticed and regarded highly, almost as if royalty to others. They are strong, however, and have a deep connection to themselves and the Universe or a 'higher power'. This makes them psychic, and in tune. From which they are sensitive to others feelings and emotions, and may feel them themselves, which is why they don't do well in crowds- and are especially receptive to the Veela's allure."

I slowly started wondering where she was going with this. We traded eyes, and silently she moved on.

"Have a fragility or sense of vulnerability around them and yet are very strong internally – strong will and determination when focused.My best friend nodded instantly with an 'mmhm!' and I realised that she was talking about me.

"Have an inherent ability to uncover people's fear – they seem to connect and know what is in one's head and heart. They have a desire to heal and help others, and this is seemingly done effortlessly, as these folks are highly psychic, whether they realise it or not.

Are extremely gentle and loving, have a good head on their shoulders- Seem 'out of the norm' to general public, as they possess high intellect. Sometimes these folks can be highly anti-social if they are not with others of like-mind, and when this happens they turn inward, and become introverted. However, when with those like themselves, (whom they often become best friends with from a young age) they flourish and would do anything for their friends.

Have a strong sense of purpose, and a desire to connect with another spiritually and on all levels- These folks know from an early age they desire a magnificent, magical soulmate relationship, partnership, courtship and mating/marriage. This arises from the unconscious mind, which knows that is what the Veela also desires, making the mate a perfect match for the Veela in any way it can before seventeen years of age- where both parties receive their inheritance. In fact, the mate often tells their parents around the age of nine that they will find someone special to be with forever. It's a tell-tale sign for their parents, and the first sign that the mate's unconscious minds has begun the emotional changes towards being a mate to a possessive Veela. Only on the night of their seventeenth birthday will the PHYSICAL changes occur."

"Hermione, wait wait, where are you going with this?"

My best friend looked up at me with an innocent expression.

"They're all you, Elena."

We were both silent as I took it in.

"Each one fits you, I mean."

"Strange." I said, describing the weird feeling like the depths of my being has been plunged into without invitation. I, what? "I'm confused."

Hermione reached over and hugged me.

"It's just a little bit tricky on the realization." She whispered in my ear and we pulled apart. I sank into my red armchair, my fingers feeling across the scratchy pattern on the arm. "You'll be feeling weird anyway after all of the physical changes you've endured overnight. It's really only your second day like this!" She smiled warmly. I smiled back after a moment.

Hermione was a truly special person. Honestly. I am so grateful to have Hermione in my life.

"Elena?"

"Yes, Hermione?"

"No one's ever told you how special you are, have they?"

I felt truly uncomfortable at that moment.

"Uh, well, no. Not really." I scratched my ear. "Mum and Dad don't tell me, but I know they think I am, so, I guess..."

"Well you are, Elena. You're truly special. You deserve Draco, you deserve all of this. Just remember that."

"Thanks, Hermione." We stared into each other's eyes. "I really appreciate it. You are too, you know. I don't know what I'd do without you."

We smiled together.

"Thanks, Elena. I don't know what I'd do without you either."

"Or Harry and Ron."

We burst into laughter and giggles. For the rest of the free period we re-searched more on the Veela, Hermione and I bonding even closer together.


After free period, I spent a Charms lesson with Harry with a fill in teacher. He was a tall male with a mouse brown quiff and a posh English accent, standing with a permanent frown and a limping disposition, and was constantly rubbing his thumb and worn and knotted forefingers together as if feeling a powdery substance such as sugar, sand, or cocaine as he lectured us. He had wrinkles, and a poised eyebrow frozen in an inquisitive curve.

I spent the whole lesson trying not to stare at the hairy brown mole just to the left and above of his lips, as was the rest of the silent and dazed class.

Ugh, I tried to take notes, but every time I looked up back up, I could only see a MOLLLEH!

I couldn't stop laughing and got a detention when I fell off my chair.


By the end of the day I was actually quite worn out. Mentally, since I don't think I'm ever asked as many questions this time of year academically on beginning of the year tests. Physically, because the teacher's, who all look quite surprised at my 'overnight change' have to seem to inspect me, and it's a physical and emotional task of always turning away from the teacher whenever they came past, and an emotional and mental mission to battle against the questions of 'what happened to you?', as well as everyone's whispering and staring too. Ron and Harry had my back the whole way, thank goodness.

Once class was over, I gathered my notes and books, said goodbye to my best bud's and ran all the way to Dumbledore's office. I was the first one in, and Dumbledore wasn't anywhere in sight. I sat down, and started feeling rather hot after the run.

I puffed out air and fanned my face a little bit, pulling dark hair over my shoulder to let the air get onto my neck. With no one around but the paintings, so I slumped in my seat a little bit.

"Ah, Miss. Housen." Dumbledore greeted from the steps just at the far end of his office, making me jump. I sat back up straight in my chair. "I trust your day has been enjoyable?" He walked down the steps now. "You're rather early, class has just ended. Oh, did you see Minerva on the way out?" He shuffled some papers on his desk, still standing.

"Uh, no, I must have missed her."

"That's a shame." He sat down opposite me. "She was telling me the latest gossip." His eyes twinkled, and I knew he meant about Steeve. "Draco's getting on well in his new Veela state, yes?"

"Yeah... He's functioning perfectly?" I didn't know how to answer Dumbledore's statement. He made it seem like he was a robot. Dumbledore chuckled though in good humour.

"Yes, I suppose I did make him seem something inhuman." He chuckled again as he spoke, with me watching Dumbledore's old hand's weave together on the brown table as he nodded knowingly. "And how are you getting on with the bond? Snape tells me if he hadn't intervened, both you and Draco would have completed the first stage of the bond. How are you feeling with Draco's heavy attraction towards you?" He counselled.

"Er, yeah. Sir, I just feel awkward talking about it to..." An old man. "...to you." Then I realized this was the Headmaster of Hogwarts in the Wizarding world, he was just looking out for my best interests.

"Oh I see." He responded. "I'm glad you're fairing well, Elena."

"Thanks. I feel good about it by the way."

His eyes twinkled mischievously as if he knew all along.

"That's the most important thing." He smiled behind his glasses. "Earlier today, your parents came by. I asked them to come along earlier so you and Draco could just settle in straight away. They rather approve of the rooms just as Draco's parents do. They send their love."

"Thanks Mum, Dad." I said to the ceiling. "That's great, sir." I crossed my legs in my chair.

"Lemon drop?" I shook my head. "And how was your night with Harry, Ron and Hermione? Enjoyable I hope?"

"Yeah, it was good. I saw Ron and Harry today more during classes than Hermione, but I spent free period with her and Potions with Draco."

"I'm starting to have the feeling, Miss. Housen." He looked over at me with his spectacles. "That you're anticipating tonight."

"Well, yes."

Dumbledore nodded, opening his mouth to speak when the door then swung open.

I turned to look over my shoulder to see Draco walk inside and felt the familiar heat of the Veela allure crash around my body, making me gasp and a small blush coming to my cheeks. The handsome boy's silver eyes focused on me, pupil's dilating and a relaxed smile spreading across his gorgeous lips, calmer with my scent, not seeing me all day it must've been torture.

I could feel Dumbledore smiling and his eyes sparkling with a mischievous twinkle as he watched us two.

Draco purred when he spoke. "Hello again Elena." He smiled a broad smile, making me not want to look away from his face. The whole air in the room changed, and he seemed to glow. "Is everything alright?" He asked, and looked at me as if there was anything wrong, he'd do anything to right it.

"Hello again Draco." I said with a large adorable smile on my face, suddenly feeling ecstatic to see him again, and all the more submissive under his gaze and presence. "Everything is perfect." I smiled preciously and let my own eyes sparkle back at him.

"Excellent." He walked into the room, and then looked like he was forcing himself to sit in the chair beside me than try and get closer. Although he did move his seat a little.

I tore my gaze away from the Slytherin boy and tried to keep my focus on Dumbledore, but in the corner of my eye all I could see was Draco Malfoy.

"Good..." I heard him murmur beside me.

Dumbledore was still smiling, before he chuckled humorously.

"Are you two ready to see your rooms, then?" The Headmaster of Hogwarts asked, sounding like a Hotel clerk or receptionist, or something. I couldn't think with Draco so close to me, I'd forgotten his aura's smothering intensity from Potions this morning.

"Yeah, sure." I answered after a paused moment, making Dumbledore realise we were still focusing on each other. I didn't care if he knew or not.

"I can't wait." Draco responded to Dumbledore, not taking his eyes off me. I blushed a little bit at his statement.

Albus Dumbledore's smile widened further, if it was humanely possible, before he stood.

"Very good. The Veela suite dorms are carefully hidden within the castle, and one has to apparate there. The beds, showers, and furniture are all new, as it was refurbished only today,"

Ah, good, so we won't get a mattress full of history, heh? I humoured myself with a stifled chuckle.

"And all of your belongings have been moved to the new dorms. Kindly take hold of my arms, the both of you, and then after you've seen the dorms and are happy with it, you'll be able to apparate there by yourselves."

"Take my arm." Draco insisted instead, as if he didn't want me anywhere near Dumbledore. The blonde boy stood up and held out his arm like a gentlemen. I took hold of it, then Draco touched Dumbledore's arm (who's eyes were pools of sparkles now at how well we were getting on, and the Veela's possessive streak leaping into action) and a dizzying, stomach clenching, jaw-breaking, head rushing, spine crushing moment later I was in a couple of rooms that were the most beautiful and ornate rooms I have ever seen.

I began to let go of Draco's arm, when his warm hand, long forgetting Dumbledore's arm, clasped over mine, re-securing my hand around his strong, lean bicep. I got trapped as his beautiful silver eyes gazed into mine.

Veela's need their mate's touch, I had picked up from Hermione in the library earlier today. They like to be reassured you're there, despite their protective streak that keeps you close anyway. A Veela just loves any interaction with their female, although it barely satisfy's their need to ravish and spoil them.

"The both of you can be given the day off tomorrow as it seems that Draco cannot even let go of you at this point in time." The Headmaster broke into our moment and we both turned to look at him. I turned sheepish under his gaze. "It'll also give you time to get to know one another, and for you to endure all the questions Draco's going to want to ask you, and chances for other endeavours." There was something sly in his eyes as he said that, but Draco purred in delight and suggestion when he understood perfectly.

"Sir I got a DT." (Detention). "From that fill in guy from Charms."

"I'll speak with him Elena, thank you. Let me show you around."

I took a moment to observe the surroundings. The common room was almost double the size of the Gryffindor Common Room, (making me wonder how this could fit in Hogwarts castle without anyone noticing), there was a GRANDE fireplace that reached the ceiling and a black set of couches complete with a furry rug at the feet and a couple of bookcases and a maple desk and chair set out in the room. The bathroom had navy tiles, and cream walls, the bath like a Jacuzzi and the square, glass shower was big enough to fit ten people in it. I followed Dumbledore and Draco through to the bedroom.

The whole place had a nice feel to it, and I couldn't believe that this was all in Hogwarts, which just made it even better. The beautiful large bedroom had a double bed at the back wall with end tables on each side. The duvet was cream and thick, the pillows a soft texture and one you can sink into. The frame of the four-poster bed was black, a lovely contrast. There was a wardrobe against the east wall next to the door that led to the bathroom on the left side. The window was on the west wall, with dark curtains and the carpet was a dark colour too. The walls were an earthy colour that matched the wardrobe, almost like maple or, I don't know, just dark, dark, dark. There were ornate designs in the walls that gave an impression of beauty and class.

I ran and jumped on the large square bed and laughed at how comfy it was, forgetting there were two men in the room. I purred at the soft, soft texture against my skin, before I lay down breathlessly and stared at the ceiling. I heard laughing and turned to look at the source, Draco Malfoy.

"What are you laughing at?" I threw a pillow at him for good measure. He caught it like it was... well, a pillow and sat on the edge of the gorgeous bed.

"You, of course. Are you happy with the rooms, love?"

"They're beautiful aren't they?"

"Very."

There was a small noise when I heard Dumbledore come through from the common room from where he had been waiting. Oops, I forgot about him, I bit my lip. Sorry, Dumbledore.

"I see you've settled in already." He smiled. "Does it suit your taste?"

"Yes, I love it!" I hugged one of the comfy feather pillows, giggling happily.

"Very good," He chuckled. "That's precisely what your mother said this morning." His eyes twinkled.

"Well she was right!" I rolled about a bit again.

"These walls are soundproof," Dumbledore continued with a smile, knocking on one of the walls as evidence. "Hidden from other students, corridors, you get the idea. As I've already said, there is no way in here unless you apparate."

"Okay." I nodded and took in the information like a sponge.

"I have one thing to say." He spoke, and for a moment I took in his old appearance, his cloak, his beard, his spectacles, just as he sat in a black armchair just near the door. "Have you researched Veela's yet, Miss. Housen?"

"Yes I did earlier, in the library with Hermione." I answered, fiddling a little bit with the duvet in my fingers, wondering where this was going.

"Ah, of course. But what those books never tell you," He said, popping yet another lemon drop in his mouth. "Is that the stages," His eyes twinkled for a passing moment. I could feel the tension in my shoulders building up at the pause. "Are quite sexual. Rather intimate."

I thrust my head into the duvet, nearly deadpanning. I could feel myself getting more and more flustered by the minute. God, he had to do that didn't he? Draco sounded like he was chuckling at my reaction, and stroked the back of my hair gently making me coo. "You both may go into heat while undergoing the stages, so I advise you to be careful with each other."

I heard Dumbledore getting up from the armchair and begin to walk out of the room. "Your parents asked if they could come down tomorrow to see how your both doing, so they'll be here after dinner in my office."

"Mmkay." I nodded into the covers that promised a good night sleep later.

"Alright." Draco nodded.

Dumbledore seemed to linger.

"Have fun, young students." He smiled before he left.

Alright! Soz it took so long! I just managed to get it right! What do you think? Is it worth the wait? Lol, please review to find out what happens next! Do you want a detailed scene on the kiss and claiming bite? Of the sexy Veela marking his mate? Ooh, it's ALL DOWN TU YUU!!