What Goes Around, Comes Around 2.0

A/N: I'm so sorry about the wait! Work has been bogging me down:( As always, thank you for your reviews/favs/alerts! They make me so happy I could shit rainbows:) Hope y'guys enjoy this chappie!

Disclaimer: Not mine . . .

Chapter Four: Give Thee Truth

BANG BANG BANG.

"Shut up! We're trying to sleep over here!" Hermione moaned, burying her head further under the covers.

BANG BANG BANG.

"I said shut up, you heard me?" The angry brunette yelled, flinging her pillow at the door disgruntledly.

When the pounding on the door grew more insistent, she finally trudged out of her bed, sending a longing look at the warm covers and soft pillows.

"Alohorama" She bit out, running a tired hand through her tresses. Oh, she was going to tear this intruder into a new one, she would! Hermione hated it when anyone interrupted her beauty sleep. Her dorm mates knew not to wake her up before eight, after a lovely Ms. Brown's hair had turned a shocking shade of green for a week, courtesy of Hermione of course.

"Loathsome little toad, I bet you- " Hermione stopped mid-rant, her face turning a chalky white at seeing her Head of House.

"Language, Ms. Granger! That's 10 points from Gryffindor!" Professor McGonagall sniffed, shooting her an appalled look. She continued, "Ms. Granger, you are required at Professor Dumbledore's office now".

Nodding her head hastily, Hermione shuffled back to her room, grabbed a cloak hanging off her bedpost and returned to her Head of House's side.

The walk down to the Headmaster's office was silent, with the clicking of their shoes the only sounds to be heard.

"Professor, what could be so urgent that the matter couldn't have waited till morning?" Hermione asked curiously, a million thoughts running her brain. When the elder lady did not reply, she sneaked a look at her companion, finding her to be deep in thought.

"That is not for me to reveal Ms. Granger. " She finally replied, though an odd look crossed her face that Hermione wasn't sure that she liked.

Hermione accepted the excuse for now, even though her brain was going wild with the possibilities. Was it a Death Eater attack on her family? The brunette tensed, horror seizing her heart as her mind conjured up images of her parents lying dead in a pool of blood . . . And dear Merlin! Harper! Gasping in shock at the direction her thoughts had taken her; Hermione barely noticed when they reached the stone gargoyles guarding the Headmaster's office.

" Pepper imps"

Shaken out of a trance-like state, Hermione allowed the Professor to lead her into the room, feeling a numbness invade her body at the thought of having lost her family.

"Ah, just the person I was looking for! Ms. Granger, take a seat please!" A cheery voice greeted her. Lifting her head, Hermione found Dumbledore seated on his high chair, sucking on a lemon drop contentedly, a light twinkle illuminating his sky blue eyes.

Taking a seat gracefully, Hermione only just noticed the blonde boy next to her. He was staring at her, which should have made her uncomfortable, considering the glares he had shot at her after dinner, but strangely, she felt at ease with his constant attention. It made no sense and Hermione felt even more bewildered when he smiled at her. A true smile, not the polite smile he always flashed to the teachers to play the part of the goody-two-shoes. Her confusion only increased as Malfoy 's smile brightened, uncovering two dimples, which dare she say it, made him look adorable.

Shaking herself out of her inner monologue and ignoring the butterflies those blasted dimples ignited in her stomach, Hermione directed the question to her Headmaster, "Why is Malfoy here?"

He chuckled broadly, "Oh, Mr. Malfoy's discovered a part of his heritage, that is all!" Still, his eyes continued twinkling as if he were finding something incredibly amusing.

Being a smart girl, Hermione knew that wasn't all to the story and she frowned, displeased that the pair were wasting her precious sleep time.

"Well, what's that got to do with me? If he's finally got his head out of his butt and discovered his blood isn't as pure as the driven snow, I say good riddance and goodnight!" The irritated brunette snapped, making a move to get up and out.

Just as she was whirling around, a hand stopped her, clutching at her own lightly, a thumb brushing soft circles on her palm.

"Stay, please. We- I've got something important to tell you." His voice was sincere, with no signs of lies, not that he would dare to in front of the Headmaster. Malfoy's grey eyes stared into her own beseechingly, a plea behind them. Much as she didn't want to, Hermione found herself nodding her head reluctantly, letting him hold on to her hand as she sat herself back down.

"As I was saying Ms. Granger, our Mr. Malfoy here has uncovered a part of himself in a family tradition, of sorts. " Dumbledore continued smoothly, blue eyes focused on the two teenager's interactions.

"Tonight, he has undergone a transformation."

Just as he expected, Hermione's eyes snapped to his instantly. He chuckled internally; the girl really was as sharp as a tack.

"What transformation?"

Ah, that was the thirst for knowledge he always admired! Dumbledore sent a look at the blonde boy sitting beside Hermione, but was ignored. The look of absolute devotion on the young blonde's face was humbling for a man who had always preached that Love was the greatest power behind magic. Letting out a tiny chuckle, he prompted again, "Draco, my boy, perhaps you would like to continue?"

Draco jerked around to face his Headmaster, mind racing to clear the haze he seemed to be in after seeing the tiny brunette skip into the room.

"Your . . . circumstances, Draco. Would you do the honors?"

Oh! Right.

Flashback

There was someone screaming, Draco thought darkly, clutching his head as yet another wave of pain flooded him.

Screw somebody, it was him, he realized, a snarl erupting from the base of his throat as he grabbed at the air wildly. Anything to relieve this pain, this aching, this emptiness!

Draco staggered about the room, tearing paintings from the wall and shoving books from the desks, enjoying the short reprieve the manic rampage afforded him. Absentmindedly, he noted that his nails had become claw-shaped talons, capable of slashing the throat of Scarhead, he growled.

The voice that had sounded in his head was now chanting repeatedly and it added to the mind-numbing pain.

It has started.

Don't resist.

We are one.

Draco slammed himself against the wall, sobbing hysterically at the foreign sensation taking over his body. What was happening to him? It almost felt like something was growing inside him, sharing the space with the logical side of him.

Yes, don't fight us.

We have always been one.

Despite the pain, questions were running rampant in his head now. What was this other person in him? Why was it there? What did it want? Draco threw an angry fist at the wall, feeling the pain recede and then roar back with a vengeance.

Find her.

She's ours.

Take her.

More questions! Who was this her this creature was talking about? The pain in his head doubled with the onslaught of unanswered questions as he curled himself into a tight ball in his bed, finally choosing to give in to the pain instead of fighting it.

We are Veela.

Draco's eyes flashed once.

It is done.

End Flashback

Draco peered up at Hermione bashfully, toying with his hands while he considered how to break the truth. From what he knew, Hermione was an unconditionally kind girl, incapable of harming even an ant. It made him hopeful that perhaps, just perhaps, she would accept him. He had no idea that the hesitant, shy picture he presented was endearing him to her.

Hermione focused her attention on the blonde, patiently waiting for an explanation although her keen eyes betrayed her interest. She watched, as he seemed to zone out, somehow instinctively knowing he was thinking. Knowing she wouldn't get a chance like this, the brunette observed him; allowing herself to really look at him for the first time in her life.

It was strange to think she had ever thought him ugly, she reflected curiously. The scrawny albino ferret she had found herself hating with a passion was long gone, replaced by this mysterious man who was attractive, very much so. While she hadn't paid much attention to the gossips Lavender and Parvati enjoyed discussing, Hermione had often heard through the grapevine about just how utterly charming and devastatingly handsome the Hogwarts females found him. Even though she had dismissed it with incredulity, she now found herself admiring Malfoy's facial features; the long and curly eyelashes that framed his grey eyes perfectly, the high cheekbones which gave him an aristocratic look and the pink pouty lips she wanted to suck between her own so badly . . .

Eyes wide at where her mind had ended up, Hermione gave herself a mental slap. When she raised her head to look at Malfoy once more, she found him looking at her with this hopelessly shy expression, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. It made him look absolutely adorable, if Malfoy could ever be called that. Hermione blushed lightly, chocolate eyes fixed down on her lap firmly, not daring to look up at him for fear of yet another embarrassing thought.

She fidgeted a little, wanting him to spit out just what he was thinking of, yet desiring to wait till he was more comfortable. A hand grasped her chin lightly and lifted it up slowly; Hermione looked straight and was greeted by Draco's brilliant smile.

"Hey, I'm not very good with words alright?" Draco scratched at his chin nervously. "Like Dumbles here said," he shot an apologetic look at the Headmaster who merely chuckled and waved it aside, "I went through a transformation last night." At this point, he stared into Hermione's eyes once more.

"What do you know about Veelas, Hermione?"

Feeling a spark of recognition and realization, Hermione gasped aloud, though her eyes remain connected with Draco's. Despite her surprise, Hermione composed herself enough to answer, " Veelas are highly sexual beings that like to live in secrecy as their beauty and allure sometimes causes immense jealousy in others. Veelas can't live without their mates, a person complementary to the Veela in every possible way. They usually find their mates within their sixteenth and twenty-first birthday. Upon identifying their mates, the Veelas have to bond with them in a year or face death by heartbreak. The Veela is only as happy as the mate so every Veela strives to meet the demands and needs of their mate."

Upon reciting the passage from Magical Creatures and More she had stored in her brain, Hermione continued staring at Draco, mentally imploring him to confirm or deny what she had thought of.

Draco peeked up at her from under his eyelashes and nodded slowly, grey eyes begging her to understand and accept him.

"Yes, my love. You are my mate."

A/N: Tell me, how many of you were expecting that? Haha, I know Draco seems uncharacteristically shy, but I wanted to flash out his vulnerable side. If you're missing the big bad Draco, well, let me assure you he'll make an appearance soon! This chapter's actually longer than most 'cos I figured I owe y'guys for your patience with me:) Another thing is, do y'guys prefer shorter chapters and shorter waiting times, or longer chapters but longer waiting times? Currently, my word count per chapter's about 1300+ as I want to get 'em to you fast, but if you want longer chapters, don't hesitate to tell me!

Anyways, I hope y'all have enjoyed this chapter and I'll see in the next!:D