*UPDATED FEB 2016*

AN: revising my old style is deff helping my writers block. Keep in mind, the last this updated with a fresh chapter was 10 years ago, I don't even know how I am managing to do this, but I'll do my best. let me know what you think of the flow so far. I have some half-ideas as to where I was taking this plot but I'm still not sure - I cant remember my teenage brain n imagination at all hahah. I'm down for ideas anyway.

OWTF…


Its all in the Blood (chap 8)


The blaring red magical alarm clock showed it was nearly 5am. And despite it being mid-January, Hermione felt unbearably hot. Her body felt heavy, and trapped beneath an unfamiliar weight. Her hair was wet and plastered to her forehead from the sweat.

Someone beside her snuggled closer, the person still deep in sleep. She vaguely registered that this was Draco's room and not her own, which followed to the conclusion that it was Draco Malfoy's bare muscular arm wrapped about her waist.

It was too hot. She needed out. Her clothes, all of which she still had on thank god, were suffocating her. She needed to get out of the clothes and into a cold shower. If only she could make it to the washroom.

Moaning quietly, she removed Malfoy's arm and slowly dragged herself out of his bed to stand uneasily on the floor.

Strange, she didn't remember the floor being this slanted before. Her knees almost buckled as she stumbled to the side, trying to regain her balance as quietly as possible.

Exhaling loudly, running a hand through her sweaty curls, Hermione once again tried to stable herself. No need to panic, it was clear snogging each other senseless was the only thing that happened between herself and Malfoy. She was still fully clothed, and from what she could tell, Malfoy was still in his boxers.

The symptoms were subsided for now. So now was the best time to escape before anything else happened that both the Slytherin Sex God and the Gryffindor Princess would surely regret.

Right. No panicking needed at all.

She willed her legs to move, stumbling around the bed as she forced herself to make her way to the bathroom. Why was her vision so blurry all of a sudden? She shook her head, trying to clear herself from the deep sleep she must have fell into. The shower would surely wake her up and cool her down.

It was then she realized she was wheezing, she was literally gasping for air. Why was the air in his room so hot and unbearable? She stumbled forward again this time out of fatigue as she reached out for the bathroom door to steady herself. She stood there for a few moment, both hands placed at the door to keep herself from falling down.

She watched as a few tear drops fell down here cheeks and landed a few inches from her feet. She hadn't realized the heat and exhaustion had brought her to tears. Taking in another raged breath, she groaned loudly before pushing the door open. The faster she got in the shower, the better.

The door swung open fast from her weight, which caught Hermione off guard and she stumbled again, this time falling loudly to the cool bathroom tiles.

"Bloody hell." She hissed in pain, unable to move and bring herself to her feet. Her arms refused to hold her weight.

"Granger?" The voice was strained in the dark, he still sounded rather sleepy.

"Malfoy." She hissed back, taking in another strangled breath, "Help me to the shower." If she had been thinking clearly, Hermione would have never dared to ask such a thing from Draco Malfoy, but the heat and her sore body made her cling to anything for help, anything to help relieve herself from this insanity.

She heard a string of curses and muttering from the bed. What was taking him so long? She pressed her hot cheek to the cool floor, relieving herself only a little of the heat.

"Granger, are you naked?" He called through the dark; his voice was muffled, his face buried in his hands.

"I'm fully clothed." She wanted to be sarcastic and snap bitter comments at him, but it was hard enough finding enough oxygen to breathe let alone waste her breath yelling at him. Why wasn't Malfoy having trouble breathing? If this was part of the symptoms why wasn't he struggling too?

Suddenly she was staring at a pair of feet, Draco glaring down as he watched her struggle to stay awake. "What's wrong with you?" He demanded angrily. "It fucking five am!"

She groaned as a wave of dizziness overpowered her. The room was spinning violently, and her vision was fading in and out of black. "It's too hot! I can't see! I can't breathe!" She cried out. She gasped sharply, feeling his cold fingers brush across her forehead.

"Merlin Granger! You're burning!" Draco gasped, and she moaned when he pulled his hand away.

She reached out for his hand, but missed. "Your hand is cold." She whined. "Just put me in the shower then," She hissed.

"Forget that, I'm taking you to Madam Pomfrey." He disappeared for a moment, coming back wearing a robe and holding his wand. He levitated her within moments out of the dormitory, and out into the halls. "Now be quiet. Students are still sleeping you stupid witch!" He hissed.


"My goodness, 104 degrees. It's a good thing you brought Miss Granger to me when you did Mr Malfoy." He watched from the side, as the medic-witch raced back and forth, bringing ice cold cloths and blankets.

"It's not contagious is it?" Draco curled his lip as he watched the brunette shudder beneath the wet blankets.

"No, no, of course not. Miss Granger is experiencing a backlash from the symptoms when a Veela comes of Age." She muttered, as she continued to monitor her temperature.

Draco frowned. "Why am I not affected the same way?"

"Surely Mr Malfoy you realize that Muggle blood reacts differently with the Veela DNA than Pureblood does." The nurse witch watched the blond heir of the Malfoy Manor frown at this.

"You're saying because Granger is half Muggle, that she's allergic to the symptoms?" He glanced at her, if this was the case, she really had it bad.

"Well yes, it's something like that. I suppose you could call it an allergic reaction. There is a reason Veela's don't mate with Muggles, quite normally, they are incompatible." Madam Pomfrey said knowingly. "Now her immune system is getting quite the shock from the maternal instincts the Veela chromosome is invoking. Her Muggle bloodline just can't keep up with the sophisticated structure and demands of the Veela gene. It's like mating two species with entirely different genetic makeup's... there are bound to be setbacks."

Draco remained silent as he watched Madam Pomfrey work. The nurse practically confirmed his father's idea that Mudblood's were genetically inferior. And as he watched Granger, lying on the bed, struggling to breathe, it would seem his father was right. At least in regards to Veela compatibility.

But Granger was only half mudblood now, only, she now had a part of purity flowing through her veins too. Well it was always there, she was always half Veela, and now it was biting her in the ass because she was born different.

He frowned. "Madam Pomfrey… does this mean Granger will be struggling with fevers all year?"

Pomfrey scoffed as she tried to get Hermione to drink a potion. "Don't be ridiculous. It's not as though she's the first half-Muggle, half-Veela in history. She'll need to drink this potion once a week to subdue the symptoms and side effects as she comes into Age." Hermione sputtered at the taste, spraying the potion all over a cloth. "Well you didn't expect it to taste like orange juice now did you? Drink it Miss Granger!"

Draco smirked, but then his smile fell as Pomfrey continued to scold Hermione. "I've had Professor Snape working on this potion for weeks, and he's going to continue to make more so you don't have to worry about anymore urges." She huffed as she watched the brunette swallow the rest of the thick and syrupy potion, before falling back onto her pillow, her eyes already shut.

"Does that mean there's been a cure to these symptoms all this time and you didn't bother to give it to us to begin with?!" Draco was glaring hard at the medic witch who didn't seem the least of all perturbed by his outburst.

"Mr Malfoy, this potion was made for Miss Granger alone. You do not experience life or death side effects from the Coming of Age symptoms. And for all we knew, Miss Granger could have gone weeks without the fevers, so there was no need to waste this rare potion if we didn't need to." She said sternly, "Shouldn't you be back in bed?"

Draco ignored her. "Why does Granger get off scott-free, while I have to suffer?!" He demanded. "The symptoms make me do stupid and irrational things! It's sickening!"

Her eyes narrowed at his tone. "You will live Mr Malfoy, I'm sure you experience nothing more than you are already used to. You are a growing boy Mr Malfoy, and growing boys have urges, urges that you must learn to control without the potion, regardless of your engagement to Miss Granger."

"You are daft woman? Are you sick in the head!?" He screeched loudly. "Why would I want to urge over her of all people? I did not ask for this engagement, and I'll take any potion to help me cope!"

"I do not like that attitude of yours Mr Malfoy. 10 points from Slytherin." She glared hard at him. "Perhaps you should find a potion to fix that attitude of yours! Now go, Miss Granger needs her rest, and your little temper tantrum is getting you no where."

Draco growled, spinning on his heel and storming out of the room, slamming the door as he went.


Hermione awoke well rested and reasonably cool. She could see the sun filtering in through her bed screen. She must have slept it… slept in… classes! Oh dear lord she was going to be late!

She bolted up right, trying to scramble out of the unfamiliar sheet. 'Wait… Why am I in the infirmary?' She frowned and glanced around the vacant room, or what she thought to be a vacant room.

"So you and Malfoy, engaged huh?"

She turned at the familiar voice, to see the familiar blonde sitting on the bed across from her. "Alex! You're okay."

Alex smiled. "Yup. Just got back from Herbology class. Madam Pomfrey said I was well enough to start classes again. Thank god I had all that time to finish homework while I was in bed. I would be so swamped otherwise."

"What time is it?" Hermione asked wearily.

"Nearly noon. I thought I'd stop by before lunch to see how you were doing. I was here last night when Malfoy brought you in. He had quit the hissy-fit with Madam Pomfrey." Alex chuckled quietly.

Hermione frowned, she wanted to ask Alex so many questions, but the girl had a good way of directing her curiosity elsewhere. "Oh? Now what?"

"Oh he was just bitching about how you guys are engaged now, and how its not fair you get to take a potion for the symptoms when a Veela comes into Age and he's not allowed." Alex grinned as Hermione's eyes widened. "The boys already informed me about the whole Veela thing, but they didn't tell me about the engagement, they said you would want to tell me something more about it later, personally." She laughed at this, "Now I see why, but Malfoy saved you the trouble."

"I guess Harry and Ron didn't tell you about the symptoms… because they don't even know about it." Hermione sighed heavily, leaning back on her pillow.

"Nah, but Madam Pomfrey gave me all the details, and she also told Malfoy and myself why you were having trouble with the fevers." Alex leaned over and gently patted Hermione's hand. Hermione remembered most of what Madam Pomfrey had told her last night, but most of it was still a blur.

Alex continued on, noting how silent her friend had become. "Why don't we talk about it more over lunch? Dumbledore said you should be well enough to come down to the Great Hall for some lunch. He also told me to tell you, not to even think about going to classes today. He's already informed your teachers you get the day off to recover." Alex laughed knowingly.

"But I need to take notes!" Hermione whined, slowly following after Alex who shook her head.

"No can do, Miss Granger! I'm under strict orders to take you to lunch; then back to your common room you go!"


Draco sat at the Slytherin table as usual, picking away at his food in silence. Pansy and few other Slytherin girls were currently giggling over god knows what, while Blaise sat beside him, regarding him quietly.

"Hey why is that Kydell-girl sitting at the Gryffindor table? Is that even allowed?" Pansy hissed.

Both Blaise and Draco glanced up to indeed see Alex, sitting across from Hermione, Ginny Weasley and Lavender Brown, talking quietly as they ate their lunches. Granger herself looked a lot better than she did last night, no longer pale and sweaty, that potion seemed to cure her of everything. Including the god-forsaken symptoms! It wasn't fair! Draco needed that potion too.

"I hear she's dating Potter now." Blaise said nonchalantly, trying to hide his smirk. "Which is fine by me."

Pansy narrowed her eyes at Blaise. "Zabini! Are you insane?! You are actually encouraging that slut to sleep with St. Potter?" She shrieked.

Blaise glared back at her. "That 'slut', Parkinson, happens to be one of my best friends. And I don't remember encouraging her to sleep with Potter."

"You just want to get with that mini-Weasel." Pansy sniffed indignantly. "Why wouldn't you be encouraging Kydell to fuck Potter? After all, that would mean you actually get to fuck with a poor, ugly rat!"

Before Blaise could react, Draco spoke up. "Why don't you shut the fuck up Pansy? No one here wants to hear you whine and bitch, especially since you're the loosest girl at this table… scratch that, in all of Hogwarts."

Blaise didn't bother trying to hide his grin.

"You are an asshole Draco Malfoy. And dirty one at that, seeing how you're lowering your standards by marrying a Mudblood!" She yelled angrily getting to her feet, this time getting the attention of the entire Great Hall.

"At least I'm not marrying a whore." Draco retorted back, watching her face turn red with anger, "Besides she's half-Veela, she'll probably be a way better fuck than you could ever hope to be."

"Argh! I hate you!" She screamed angrily, storming out of the Hall.

"Likewise." He muttered, returning his attention to his untouched plate.

"Uh, Draco… Granger is glaring at you." Blaise said uneasily.

"What else is new? I defend the ungrateful bitch so she glares." Draco rolled his eyes. "I can blame it on the symptoms if I act out of turn; she cannot, so she has nothing to whine about."


"Ugh! He's so aggravating!" Hermione hissed, glaring over at Draco once more, who didn't even bother to look up from his plate as Pansy stormed off.

"He defended you didn't he?" Ginny stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh yes, he sure knows the right words to swoon a girl." Hermione muttered sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she took a few bites out of her turkey-bacon sandwich.

"He's probably still moody, because you got the potion and he didn't." Alex laughed lightly.

"And that gives him the right to say I'm a better fuck than Pansy in front of everyone? How would he know? I won't be sleeping with him EVER! And that's not even a compliment! It's Pansy!" Hermione growled between bites.

"Well, he should know. Anyone is better than Pansy. That was his point." Lavender said reassuringly.

"That's not defending me Lav', that's insulting me! Saying Pansy is even lower than me, lower than dirt!"

"'Mione, you're reading too much into it." Ginny said gently. "He knows you were never just a Muggleborn. You're half-Veela. But you can't expect him to be civil to you after all these years."

"I know that!" She snapped angrily, "It's just, if I'm going to be forced to marry his arrogant ass, I'll expect some amount or respect!"

"One step at a time, hun." Alex said softly.

"Hey." A new voice, familiar, and obviously male, made the girls glance above Alex to see Blaise standing behind her.

"Oh hey Blaise. What's up?" Alex smiled up at her friend.

His eyes, no-so-discreetly, shifted towards Ginny for a few moments, before glancing back down at his blonde friend. "You said you needed help on that Potions essay, since you were away all that time." Blaise's voice was soft and fluid, and indigo eyes were deep and almost longing.

"Oh right! I'll meet you in the Library in five; I just gotta grab my stuff." Alex said happily, "Thanks again Blaise."

"No problem, just hurry it up, we only have forty-five minutes left before potions." Blaise smiled and shook his head, walking off towards the Library.

Alex grinned as she leaned over to Ginny, "He really, really fancy's you Gin'; especially since the Halloween Ball." Alex giggled as Ginny flushed red. "I'm working on getting him enough courage to ask you out- but maybe you should just save him the trouble." She laughed.

"Alex!" Ginny gasped, "Ron would kill me!"

"All the more reason to date the guy. He's cute enough isn't he?" Alex asked innocently. Hermione grinned at this; everyone knew Blaise was barely a notch below Draco in the school hottie ranking.

Ginny grinned deviously. "Oh he's cute enough."

"And you missy!" Alex turned to stare at Hermione as she got to her feet, collecting her things before going to meet Blaise. "You, need to get your fine ass into bed! No classes!"

"Yes mum." Hermione shot back, watching Alex leave.

"Blaise Zabini really likes me?" Ginny asked, mostly to herself.

Lavender scoffed, "Oh don't tell me you're actually surprised Gin', everyone knows."

"You knew?" Ginny asked Hermione accusingly.

"Of course. Alex is my best friend, and she talks with Blaise lots. I thought you would have figured it out when he asked you to dance on Halloween?" Hermione shook her head as Ginny continued to sputter.

"Well I-I- I didn't know!" She whined, causing the other two girls to laugh. "You've guys known I've liked Zabini for ages, and you didn't tell me?!"

"Correction Ginny, you were too busy drooling after to the boy-who-lived." Hermione laughed.

"Yes well, I made it clear I thought Zabini was hot!" Ginny protested.

Lavender shook her head in mock-sadness. "Sometimes you are as dense as your brother."

"Hey!"


Draco watched as Harry Potter walked over to the group of giggling girls at the Gryffindor table. He ruffled the mini-Weasel's hair playfully, before insisting that Granger gave him a hug, because he had heard about her fever and was worried.

Some friend he was, he wasn't even there when Granger was suffering. Draco frowned, great, he was getting possessive again.

He forced himself to look away when Potter's arms wrapped around Hermione's small figure, puling her in close to his body. Potter was whispering in her ear, asking if she was okay, and if Draco had hurt her in some way.

Draco growled, his fists clenching and unclenching beneath the table at his lap.

He watched as Potter removed a few stray strands of brown hair from her eyes affectionately. He was getting a little too affectionate.

Fuck this.

Draco was at his feet in an instant, and stalking over to Hermione and that insolent Pothead.

"Really Harry I'm fine. Madam Pomfrey gave me a potion that really—Malfoy?" She paused, mid-sentence to watch as he approached her.

Potter turned around to see the livid look on his face. He made the mistake of putting himself between Draco and Hermione. "What do you want now Malfoy?"

"Bugger off Potter." He shoved past him, and grabbed Hermione's upper arm with a determinded grip, before proceeding to try to drag her out of the Hall.

"Ow! Malfoy what the fuck?" Hermione hiss at him, trying to keep her feet in place so he couldn't drag her anywhere.

Draco was shoved by Potter and nearly stumbled to the ground when he lost his grip on Hermione. "I said fuck off Potter! This has nothing to do with you." He lunged for Hermione's arm again.

And when Harry pushed her behind him, both his fists were raised - Draco mirrored him instantly. "Fiancée or not, you are going to stay the fuck away from 'Mione. She doesn't belong to you!"

"Well she certainly doesn't belong to you!" Draco moved forward, ready to attack, but Hermione rushed forward, pushing her hands against his chest as he pulled back his arm to swing.

"Malfoy stop!" She yelled angrily, but he had already stopped moving the moment she rushed into his arms. She glanced back at Harry who looked both angry and confused. "I'll deal with him Harry. I can take care of myself." She promised, glancing between him, Ginny and Lavender. "I'll see you at dinner." She smiled, before grabbing Draco by the wrist, and dragged him out of the Hall.


She was so angry, she wanted nothing more than to slap Malfoy silly. He was just being a childish prick because he didn't get the potion too. So now he was going to make her life a living hell? Well Hermione Granger was going to have none of that. Fiancé or not, Draco Malfoy was going to learn his place, and he was going to learn some control while she was at it.

Once they were about halfway to their common room, Hermione stopped and spun on him. "What the hell is your problem Malfoy?" She demanded angrily. "It's not my fault Madam Pomfrey wont give you the-"

She gasped loudly, as he pushed her roughly against the wall, kissing her deep and hard. "Shut up." He hissed at her, "Just shut up Granger. You may not feel the urges anymore, but I certainly do." He stressed this point, by pressing himself fully against her. "I can't stand it when he touches you." He growled in her ear, before attacking her throat with kisses.

He didn't need to voice his name for Hermione to realize with was Harry; Draco Malfoy was jealous of Harry Potter. "Harry and I, we are just friends." She hissed out, finally inhaling his scent. "He's with Alex anyway." She didn't bother trying to figure out why she was justifying herself to him.

He growled again, his hands trailing over her stomach, before one lifted to brush away hair from her eyes, much like Harry did. "He touches you too much for someone who is just a friend."

"You touch me too much for someone who is supposed to hate me!" Hermione snapped back, trying to stay angry while looking into those lust-driven eyes. She knew this would be so much worse if she hadn't drank that potion this morning.

"And whose fault is that?" He asked smoothly.

Her eyes narrowed. "If you are trying to blame all of this on me Mr Malfoy, it's not going to work! This is all, your father and Darien's fault! I have nothing to do with it! I don't even want this!" She cried angrily.

"And you think I do?" Draco snapped back. "You drive me insane Granger! Both mentally and physically! And the more I fight it the more it hurts, so I'm giving up. And if you don't like this, well then too bad, you can find me some of that potion so you don't have to deal with me anymore than you have to."

She let out a frustrated yell, only to be suppressed by his lips. "You are so infuriating." She hissed against his cheek. "I can't get you that potion! Ask Snape for it! But don't go and punish me, just because you can't control your urges! It's not my fault you have no control!"

She squeaked, feeling him nibble at her collar bone. "I have plenty of control." He growled, his hold around her waist tightening. "That is why I'm going to make sure Potter never touches you." She moaned feeling his teeth graze her ear-lobe.

"Stop it!" She groaned, ignoring his comment about Harry. "You are letting the symptoms control you."

He let out a cool laugh at this. "No Granger, this time you're the one letting the symptoms control me. You're letting me seduce you… and you have no excuse this time." He chuckled wryly, pressing her further against the wall.

"I hate you." She tried to push against him, and even if she could try her strongest, it wouldn't be enough. Hermione wasn't stupid. Draco was too strong.

"And I hate you." He paused for a moment, watching her cheeks flush red, and her breath come in fast gasps. His lips barely grazing the skin of her throat, as a slow sly smirk touched his lips. "But you like it anyway. Regardless of the symptoms, you like it anyway." He laughed almost sarcastically at this discovery.

She groaned loudly, when he attacked her neck again with his lips, her head thrown back against the stone wall. "Why can't I hate what you do to me?" She whined between gasps. "I hate you!" She screamed angrily, only to be hushed again by his lips.

He moved against her, stopping the kiss momentarily, to let her breath. He watched as tears spilled down her cheeks. "Why can't we stop?" She whispered angrily.

"Because," He said slowly, "It's in our blood."

And then her hands were tangled in his hair, and his hands were at her hips, pulling her ever closer to his body.


AN: lets see where this takes me

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