Lavonne1962 – Thanks for the review, I loved reading it. I hope you like this chapter, more Hermione / Fred to come but never forget Dramione, which is who this story is about.

Candid Serenity – Thanks for reviewing. I thought the Malfoy's needing to work with the Weasley's was just the icing on the cake, metaphorically speaking, and I haven't yet read a fanfic that had it so I thought that it might be a good idea. I'm glad you liked it. I agree, Draco is the best but I thought Hermione should be going out with someone when Draco finds out she's his mate. I know no-one saw Hermione and Fred and thought it would be more Hermione and Ron but if they went out and when it inevitably stopped, then their friendship would be ruined and I think Ron and Hermione's friendship is unique so I didn't want to break that. Also, I'm not a massive fan of heartbreak so Hermione and Fred's breakup will most likely be mutual, sorry if that is not what you wanted. I hope you like this chapter and please keep reading and reviewing.

Fullofpassion09 – I'm not a massive fan of heartbreak so when Hermione and Fred do breakup it will probably be mutual on both their parts and they will still remain friends. Thanks for the review, I hope you like this chapter.

PLEASE READ THIS AUTHORS NOTE:

Later on in this chapter, there are potions ingredients. I made up the properties of these ingredients so if that is not actually what they do is of no matter to me. Thanks.

Weird Feelings

Draco:

Even though I had tried not to show it, when I had seen mudblood Granger making out with no-missing-ear Weasley, something had seemed to snap inside of me. I had really wanted to rip Weasley's face off, although I had no idea why. That was why I pretended like I didn't feel anything and instead followed my parents and old man Weasel into what could only be described as a pigsty. It was utterly filthy, but Arthur Weasley was already talking so I didn't have time to take in my surroundings.

"You said you needed my help, Lucius, but you never specified what for."

"Yes," was all Father said in reply, watching the redheaded man across from us intently while choosing his next words carefully. "I believe that you know that my Grandmother was a Veela and that the gene is dominant. There are no male Veela's, only female, but the male's in a family may retain the traits of Veela's, such as the ability to produce wings, have black eyes, have fangs or have a mate. I believe you know that it is rare for a Veela to have all of these traits, but many of the males have a Mate and that it is your job to help them find them."

"Once you're done with the history lesson, maybe we'd like to start," Weasley said dryly once Father had finished. I, personally, had found it fascinating and slightly creepy, but Arthur obviously already knew all of this so he wasn't so happy with what he called a 'history lesson'.

I saw Father giving him a glare and thinning his lips furiously. He wasn't very pleased with the way Weasley talked down to him, that much was obvious, and it was clearly only the fact that we needed his help that stopped him from attacking him and leaving.

"How do we help?" Mother asked, placing a placating hand on Father's arm as she spoke to Arthur, her eyes pleading for him not to say anything else condescending and Father would not be able to reign in his anger much longer if he did.

"I will need you to collect all of these ingredients, some of which will take up to two months to procure, by which time your son may have already found his mate."

The King of Weasel's handed a list to Mother and I read over her shoulder, feeling more and more disgruntled as I read.

Fluxweed:

Fluxweed is used in this potion because it has healing properties when picked at the full moon. The one who is suspected to be the Veela's mate must drink the potion and the Fluxweed would counteract the potency of the Veela venom and the Unicorn blood.

Fairy wings:

These are considered precious ingredients, as fairies are hard to capture. The wings of a fairy have properties that allow the drinker to be identified as the Veela's mate. No one is sure how this is possible.

Wartizome:

It does the same thing as the Fairy wings by taking the essence of the Mate and twisting it. This creates an aura that surrounds the Mate so that they are identifiable.

50 ml of Acromantula venom:

This is highly poisonous and the venom of the Acromantula allows the Veela to be drawn to their Mate before the Wartizome casts the aura. This allows the Veela to attempt to protect their Mate from any possible side effects of the potion.

Powdered root of asphodel:

This counteracts the effects of the Veela venom, much like the Fluxweed does and this is a common ingredient in the Draught of Living Death.

50 ml of Unicorn blood:

If drunk straight away it will give the drinker a half-life, but if placed in this potion it makes sure that the potion does not kill the human who drinks it, which may be highly probable.

50 ml of Veela venom:

This is so that the Veela is easily recognizable in the potion and it cannot be mistaken for anyone else.

"Wait," I said suddenly once I'd finished reading and the list was passed to father. "So now you're saying that my Mate will have to drink this potion instead of me?"

"It would seem so," father said quietly, sounding inexplicably angry.

"How come you didn't have to do this?" I asked, sounding extremely accusing but at the moment I didn't care. I felt cheated, annoyed. I would have to give a potentially dangerous – although they said that it wasn't – potion to an innocent girl, who may even be a Muggle. That made me think of another question. "And also, how will I be able give them the potion if I have never met them?"

"To the first question, I found my Mate just before my Father was planning on brewing this potion, so I never had to. And to the second question, you will have met your Mate for you to be able to make the connection. You will, actually, know them quite well, even if you do not like them."

"What are my chances of have a Mudblood for a Mate?" I asked, feeling inexplicably dirty for using that word. I shouldn't have felt like that, Granger was the one with dirty blood. Why did I just think of Granger?

I shook thoughts of the pretty – no-one could deny it – brunette from my mind and focused on the conversation going on between Arthur Weasley and Father.

'Remember, the Fluxweed must be picked at full moon," the Weasley was saying in a voice so much like Granger's it was creepy. And now she was in my head, again. Brilliant.

"How are we supposed to acquire Acromantula venom?" Mother asked with a look of utter disgust on her face as she leaned slightly forward, frowning deeply.

"I believe there are some Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest (I held back a shudder). You should probably talk to Hagrid about it first."

"That…"

But whatever I'd been about to say was cut off as I received a sharp kick under the table from Mother, who was now glaring at me.

I just rolled my eyes but didn't say anything in response as we stood and took our leave. As we were leaving I turned back to the place I'd seen Granger with Fred Weasley earlier, only now the brunette was by herself, staring straight at me as if she could see right into my soul by staring at me.

Eventually I turned away, thoroughly unsettled by the intensity of her stare and she hadn't even been glaring.

XxX

Hermione:

After we'd been so rudely disturbed by the Malfoy's, I turned to my new boyfriend and gave him a soft smile and a light kiss on the lips before sending him outside to play Quidditch with the rest of them. While I was alone I allowed myself to wonder on the odd feeling I had felt when Malfoy had entered the room.

I had no idea why he was there but something warm had settled in my chest when I saw his astonishing silver eyes fixed on my own. No one could deny that he was handsome, but he was still a prat, which was proven when he actually spoke.

So why did I feel like that?

I shook those thoughts away. I had a boyfriend; I didn't need to be fantasizing about Malfoy on top of everything else. I definitely didn't need that.

"Hermione, are you coming?" a voice yelled from outside just before the Malfoy's left the Burrow. Again, Draco Malfoy's eyes fixed themselves on my own and it took all of my willpower to turn away and join the others outside.

What was happening to me?