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Sorry for the cliffhanger in the last chapter ;)
Chapter 7
The veela's head snapped around as his mate's scent hit his nostrils, and he heard her voice.
"Malfoy?" Granger whispered.
Malfoy didn't reply, just stared at her intensely. His eyes were pitch black, like they were in the library. Everyone in the room was silent, not wanting to push Malfoy into one of his rage filled fits again.
"Someone," Hermione started, not taking her eyes of off Malfoy, "someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on!" her voice getting louder with each word as she became more and more frightened. Malfoy looked like a wild, his usually perfectly done hair ruffled up, his eyes feral and his breathing erratic. Yes, thought Hermione, he looks like an animal ready to attack.
Nobody answered her, so she slowly took her eyes off Malfoy and looked over to the three others in the room. This was obviously what the veela wanted, however, because as soon as she was distracted, he began walking toward her, and when Hermione looked back, he was standing right in front of her.
Draco and his veela could sense that his mate was uncomfortable, scared even, which was the only reason that he hadn't reached out and touched her. "Mine." He said to her in a low voice, her eyes crinkled, and she opened her mouth as if to say something, but shut it again. Her presence was definitely calming him, that was until he heard the voice of Theo, "Malfoy…" he said cautiously, causing Draco to let out a low growl. The growl had the opposite effect that he had wanted, however. Instead of just warning Nott to back off, it made his little mate's heartbeat speed up and her to try and back away from him. He furrowed his eyebrows, and made to grab her to pull her to him. This, he discovered, was a mistake.
It took the animalistic growl coming out of Malfoy's mouth and him attempting to grab her for her to realise that she had her wand. Stupid! She thought, and as soon as she saw his hand come up from the corner of her eye, she pulled it out, pointed at him and yelled, "stupefy!" Malfoy flew backward and away from her, and Hermione turned and ran from the room. She knew that she probably should have gone to a teacher, McGonagall, perhaps, to explain why she had just stupefied another student, but she had somewhere far more important to be. Hagrid's hut.
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"Get Snape, now!" Pansy said, rushing over to where Draco was lying on the floor, unconscious. Blaise rushed out of the same door Granger had just gone running out of after stupefying Granger. Pansy supposed that she couldn't really blame her, if Draco had been advancing on her looking like he did, she probably would have done the same.
Pansy checked Draco over to make sure he had no serious injuries, and then looked up to Theo as he began talking, "Granger is going to know. Our plan has just gone to shit!" Pansy nodded in agreement, but tried to remain positive, "well, we'll just have to come up with a new one then, won't we?" she smiled hopefully at him as Snape came charging through the door with Blaise closely behind.
Snape sighed, looking down at his Godson. "Tell all of Draco's teachers he has been excused from lessons. If you have any problems, send them to me. Get to class, all of you."
They listened to their Head of House, and went on their way, just before Blaise left the room, however, he turned to Snape, "do you think Draco is going to be alright, sir?" both knew that Blaise didn't mean would he recover from being stupefied, it was obvious that he would. No, Blaise was talking about Draco's condition. Snape took a deep breath, "I don't know, Zabini."
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Hermione was sat in Hagrid's hut, sipping on tea as Hagrid rambled on about Bowtruckles, and how he would just love to have a few at Hogwarts to show off to his 1st years. "Completely harmless, mind you." Explained Hagrid, "But o' course, you knew that, not known as the smartest witch of 'er age for nothin', are ya?" Hagrid chuckled. When Hermione didn't join in, Hagrid sighed, "now, 'Ermione, what's wrong with you? Barely spoken a word since you got 'ere, you 'avent!"
Hermione put her tea down on the large table, and thought about what to say, "Hagrid, I have… a question for you" she told him, he nodded, encouraging her to continue. "Its about… Veela. Do you know much about them?" she asked.
"Not much more than you do, I reckon. Very private species, they are." He replied.
"and, err… do you know anything about… their gender?" she questioned, her words coming out slowly.
"Females." Hagrid said, "never 'eard of a male one." He told the witch.
"Right. Thanks," she said, beginning to think about where else she could get information from. It was silent for a minute or so, before Hermione thought, Fleur! She is a veela! She'll know if it's possible for a male to be one, too. Hermione smiled, "Why don't you tell me more about the bowtruckle, Hagrid? Awfully cute creatures, I must say."
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When Draco woke up, he was in Snape's office, laid on a bed which had obviously been transfigured from a chair, or something. "Godfather?" he said, when he saw Snape sat down at his desk. Snape stood up, grabbed something from his desk and made his way to Draco. "Here," he said, passing Draco a bottle, "it's the same potion. Only stronger. You can't lose control like you did today again."
It was then that Draco had remembered what happened. Weasley's conversation, the rage, throwing things around a room, his mate, Granger stupefying him. "Shit." He muttered. "She knows." He groaned.
"Most likely. Miss Granger is an intelligent individual." Snape said in an indifferent voice, although he was actually very worried for his Godson.
"I have rounds with her tonight." He stated, not knowing what he was going to do, and hoping that Snape would provide the answer.
"Well," began Snape, "you better figure out what you're going to say to the girl. Now, leave. I have essays to grade." He said, dismissing Draco.
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Hermione had written to Fleur, but knew that she probably wouldn't hear back for a few days. Fleur was a busy woman. She had rounds with Malfoy, she thought about asking someone to cover for her, but decided to go and just act oblivious, as if she believed that this was all the result of Blaise giving him some dodgy potion for a joke.
"Granger." A stiff voice said from behind her, she turned around, and there he was. As she looked at him, she ticked off the characteristics of a veela: extremely beautiful, white-blond hair, naturally charming and popular with the opposite sex. "I didn't think you'd be here tonight," he said.
She raised her eyebrows, "why ever not? Iam Head Girl, Malfoy."
Draco narrowed his eyes at her, just what game was she playing? He wondered. "Earlier." He stated, his voice still not changing from the cold and stiff tone.
"Oh," she laughed, "don't worry about it," Draco's eyes widened at this, but she continued, "I know what it is like to be friends with pranksters, you might have heard of Fred and George Weasley," she smiled.
"Prank," Draco said, not a question, just a statement.
Hermione nodded, "A prank. Your friend, Nott, he told me about Zabini and the dodgy potion. I'm just sorry about stupefying you, do you forgive me?" she asked, making her voice and facial expression seem as innocent and clueless as possible.
Draco's veela was extremely happy at the apology from his mate, he wasn't going to hurt her, he just wanted to stop her from running. He pushed those thoughts away, and with them, the veela, too. Draco smiled at her charmingly, "of course. You have nothing to apologise for, you were scared, I understand."
"Great," Hermione said, "Let's get on with rounds then, shall we?" she suggested, and at his nod they began walking in silence. One very satisfied, and the other very intrigued.
Hermione gave herself a figurative pat on the back for her acting and deception. She took a quick glance at the tall boy walking next to her. You're not the only sneaky one, Draco Malfoy, she thought.
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About a week later, on a Saturday morning, Hermione sat at breakfast when the owls flew in and began delivering post to the students. One flew by, and dropped a single letter to her, and Hermione immediately knew what it was. She put her last bite of toast in her mouth, picked her letter up and left the Great Hall quickly to read it in privacy. She didn't, of course, feel the intense stare that followed her out of the room, and hurried out, blissfully unaware.
The Gryffindor girls dormitory was empty, her dorm mates at breakfast. She sat down on her bed and tore the envelope open, skimming the letter.
Fleur and her family were all doing well, and missed Hermione very much. She asked about Hermione's studies, and what she planned to do once she left Hogwarts. It was after this part that Hermione got to the part she wanted:
Yes, Hermione. There have been cases of male veela, I actually have a male cousin who carries the gene, his name is Antoine! If you're interested, I could pass along the many questions that I am sure you have to him, and see if he'll answer them for you. The male vela is almost unheard of due to how rare they are, so I know that there won't be many books on them, especially considering how private they are.
Hermione sucked in a breath of air at this. This, along with Malfoy's characteristics and his recent behavior towards her, was evidence. Malfoy is a veela, she thought to herself, and I'm nearly certain that I am his mate.
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