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I slammed the door to my room. Luckily, no one was there. How dare Potter think he can touch me when he was just kissing Weasley! The thought of his hands on her and his lips made my belly burn with anger and sadness. Potter was mine…I stopped all thoughts there. He was not mine. He could do whatever he wanted even if he wanted to do it with her.

It was hard to believe I was so angry about it. I said he could be with whoever he wanted and I'd be fine with it as long as he was close by I'd be fine. Apparently not so much. I ran my hands through my hair, mussing it up. I told him to stay away from me. How could I do that? Even if he made me so mad I was ready to curse him I shouldn't have said it. I made a fool of myself and hurt my mate in the process. See this was why I wasn't fit to be a Veela with a mate. I continually hurt him and myself. It was so hard to contain my anger when I thought of them kissing then Pansy telling me that they were holding hands at dinner. It made my blood simmer with barely controlled rage. Maybe I should tell Pansy to hex Weasley. Just a little bit. Nothing major. I shook my head that would put me on Potter's bad side even more.

I slumped on the bed. What was I supposed to do? Tell Potter and hope that he'd want to be with me? Don't tell him and let things continue down this path? Try to by nice and let him come to me? Yeah, that last one wouldn't happen in a million years. Potter may have felt the connection between us, but I doubt if he knew what it was he'd want to pursue it.

This was getting me nowhere. I grabbed my bag and headed for the library. I would try to get some extra homework done. It never hurt to be ahead. I hated procrastinating. I made it to library, taking a seat in a quiet little corner. I set up all my stuff. I was beginning to work on a report for Transfigurations when something electric went through my system. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end when someone stood next to me. I knew who it was right away. My luck really sucked sometimes. I looked up to find a pair of emerald eyes staring down at me, confusion marring them. Potter stared down at me like he was trying to figure out the major questions of the universe. My body was going haywire with him so close. I became light headed when I caught a whiff of his scent. It smelled so good my knees turned to jelly. There was no way I was getting away any time soon. Worst luck ever. My heart decided to try to escape my chest when he stepped even closer to me. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there staring up at him. He rendered me useless.

I couldn't take it anymore and my muzzy, fuzzy thoughts were starting to clear a bit. "What?" I asked, torn between wanting to know and not wanting to know.

"You are so confusing." Thankfully, Potter moved away from me although my Veela was disappointed. So was I. Only a little bit.

"Me? You…" I pointed at him when he sat across from me. I was about to reveal some crucial information I'd rather stayed secret. I cleared my throat, changing the subject. "You are so supposed to stay away from me."

Potter shook his head, a smirk forming on his perfect lips. They were a light pink…I shook my head. Not the time to be thinking about that kind of stuff. What was wrong with me? It was like I couldn't take not wanting to be with my mate. I didn't see this coming. I think I actually wanted to be with Potter. It would make everything so much easier. I also knew it would feel so good for both my Veela and I. No more fighting, but then again Potter was with Weasley. It made me mad. I wasn't about to interfere if he was happy with her.

"I never agreed to that and anyway I wanted to talk to you. Every time I touch you I feel something." Potter gestured wildly with his hands. "It's hard to describe, but it feels nice." Potter blushed a lovely shade of pink that made me want to kiss him. Whoa, where did that come from? I wanted to kiss Potter? I didn't want to explore that thought too closely yet.

"What exactly are you saying?" I put my elbows on the table, leaning closer to Potter.

"I'm saying I want to know what's going on. I don't understand what happens every time we touch. Do you know?" Potter gazed at me, waiting for my answer. I was almost compelled to tell him the whole story. That would get me nothing though. Potter looked so good to me at the moment. The minor confusion adding to his adorable scrunched up brow. He had a crease between his brow that I wanted to get rid of by giving him some information. I had nothing to give him. I didn't know what he wanted from me. I wasn't about to tell him we were mates and that's why every time we touched it felt so intense.

I was so lost in thought I didn't see Weasley come up behind Potter until I found her whispering something in his ear. He shivered as he looked up at her when she finished.

I didn't want to know. I felt ill, sitting there. My heart attained another knick as she leaned down and kissed his cheek. I kept my eyes glued to my book. I looked up when it was just me and Potter. I blocked out whatever conversation they had between each other. It was time for me to go. I threw all my things in my bag, I stood up, but before I could leave Potter was standing in front of me.

"Where are you going? You never answered by question. Do you know what is happening when we touch?" Potter's voice trailed off as he looked at me. Something sparked in his eyes. "I know you feel it to Draco."

My knees buckled from hearing my first name coming from Potter. "You don't get to call me that. You think I know what's happening between us? Well I don't. So you can just leave me alone." It hurt to say all those things to Potter. I knew what was between us, but I wasn't going to tell him. He was with Weasley as much as the thought hurt it was true. This was one of the reasons I hated being a Veela. I had to be with this one person. Why him? He didn't just want me. He wanted someone else. Why did he get to have other choices and I didn't? He would willingly leave her on the side if he found out he was my mate. No way. I wasn't going to give in. My Veela was fighting me the whole way. Potter would never know he was my mate at this rate. That was fine by me. If I ever got him I would never share him with the likes of Weasley or anyone for that matter. I deserved his whole heart. Not half. And at the moment he didn't deserve mine.

"Let me pass," I growled. Potter visibly shivered when I growled. I couldn't fathom why. It wasn't very threatening.

"Not until you agree to hang out with me at least. Nothing more than a study session. Come on Draco. We have to try and be friends."

My will power was giving way a little. It wouldn't hurt to make my mate happy. As long as he didn't bring up the whole touching thing. "Don't call me by my first name."

"I'm not calling you Malfoy anymore. We're starting a new chapter and you are now Draco to me. I'll get you to admit you feel something too. I'll meet you here tomorrow at six."

"I never agreed to do anything."

"You'll be here."

I walked around Potter. "You don't know that Potter."

"You know my first name so use it from now on. And I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, we'll see Potter." I walked away from my mate with a heavy and confused heart. I was aching in my head and heart, not knowing what I should do and knowing I wouldn't give in that easily to Potter no matter how much I wanted to.


Yay! Chapter 7 is done

Chapter 8 will be posted soon