So happy for all the people following this story, it thrills me that so many of you love it! just wish I could get a few more reviews but hey, at least I know people are wanting more!

Last chapter was more of Dracos POV, this one is Hermiones, let me know what you think!

Like always, anything you recognize belongs to JK Rowling!

Enjoy!


Hermione awoke feeling warm. Not overly hot, but warm and safe. Peeping her eyes open, she glanced around the room.

She was in her parents sitting room, laying on Draco Malfoy.

Wait WHAT?!

The days events came flooding back to her, from waking up and crying into Malfoys shirt in the heads dorm until falling asleep, crying into Malfoys shirt once again about her own mother.

It felt like there were no more tears left in her.

Hermione went to stand, gently pushing herself up, only to be abruptly pulled back down smashing into Malfoys chest.

If she was honest with herself, she would admit that she liked the comfort he had to offer, and that he enjoyed holding her to him. Hermione may have been many things, but honesty within herself, well she could just cross that off her list.

"Shh-" A groggy voice interrupted her thoughts.

Hermione whipped her head toward the noise.

"what?" she question a very sleepy looking Malfoy.

"I said shh. You think to loud, go back to sleep." He responded, his tired grey eyes boring into her own brown.

"I feel like all I've done is sleep, I'm no longer tired." She said, in her no nonsense tone. "Please let me up."

Draco looked at his chest, where she was trying to lift herself.

"No," was all he said.

"Why-Malfoy!" She squealed when he picked them up, hoisting her over his shoulder in the process.

"Shh!" Malfoy said as he started walking them toward the staircase. "You're father is asleep and you don't want to wake him."

Opening the door to her room, Draco placed her gently down on the bed.

Hermione crossed her arms and huffed.

"What?" Draco questioned, crossing his arms also.

"I don't like being man handled" She stated, shooting him a glare.

"I was trying to help. I'm sorry that I thought after such a long day you've had that you would appreciate being carried upstairs!" Draco growled.

Hermione tilted her head to the side and gave him a questioning look.

"What?" He snapped.

Pulling her head back slightly Hermione glared at him.

"I'm sorry Gra-Hermione. Its just that my Veela feels such a need to protect you. Not that I don't" He stated quickly. "It's just that sometimes-well we fight. A lot."

"Who's we?" Hermione questioned him, secretly glad that you said her first name instead of her last.

"My Veela and myself." Draco stated simply.

"That- that doesn't make since Malf-Draco." Hermione corrected herself."Your Veela isn't suppose to be different from you, you're suppose to be one in the same. The book didn't say anything about arguing with each other."

Hermione stood up and started pacing across the floor in the small room as she mumbled to herself.

"Hermione- Hermione!" Draco yelled, grasping her arms to stop her. "You wouldn't know because it's not in any of the books."

"How do you know? It is normal, is there something wrong?" She felt the concern in her voice.

Draco laughed deeply, his chest rumbling. "No Hermione. There's nothing wrong with me." He responded, laughter in his voice.

"Then why?" Hermione questioned, drawing her eyebrows together.

"It's natural. It's so I can control him. Without me, Veela would have already marked you. After we are bonded, Veela will slowly become me and me him, until the transformation is complete then we will be one in the same." He responded.

Still confused about why her precious books didn't hold that kind of information, she asked."But why isn't it-"

Draco cut her off, "In the books?" She nodded.

"Its only for future Veela's to read. Passed down from parents to children through generations. I can give you any information you want to know, I've read the book since I was a third year." Draco said, sitting on her bed resting his back against the pillows and folding his arms placing them behind his head.

"Oh- let me think about it then." Hermione flushed. She knew exactly what she had wanted to ask, but was to embarrassed, the mating aspect of Veelas' was not covered in the books.

Draco laughed once more before talking, "I'm assuming by the redness on your face you know exactly what you'd like to ask, go ahead."

He smiled at her, his fantastic smile that had all the girls at school fanning themselves over him since fourth year. Even women out in Diagon Alley had openly watched him.

"I'd rather not talk about that right now." Hermione said. She could feel the blush going down her neck and beginning to cover her chest.

Sitting down on the other end of the bed, Hermione folded her knees under her and placed her hands in her lap.

Draco chuckled again, but didn't say anything.

"What-" Hermione cleared her throat, "What changed on your body, with the first transformation. I know the basics, high muscle mass, better senses and such, but whats it like. How far away can you hear?"

Draco grinned and said, I can hear the older neighbor three doors down banging on her floor with a cane because one of her five, no seven" He corrected himself. "Cats is hiding under her bed."

Hermione started laughing, "Ms. Harris has always been a cat lady."

They shared a few laughs before Draco started talking again. "It's not just my muscles that have gotten bigger, I don't mean that, although that did too" Draco grinned at Hermione's wide eyes.

"DRACO!" Hermione smiled as she yelled at him.

Draco laughed before continuing, "My bones became stronger, more durable. I also got wings." He whispered that last part, Hermione only assumed because he didn't want to frighten her.

"Wings?" She asked.

"Yeah, they only came out once, it was when I was going through my transformation. Their a form of protection, if anyone were to try to hurt me or you, well we'd get wrapped in them and basically nothing can get through it. My book explained that even unforgivable's can't brake through them."

Hermione smiled to herself, the way he talked about them was just like normal Draco Malfoy, always having the best.

"Can I see them?" Hermione asked, a little worried that he wouldn't want to show her.

"Really?" He asked, he appeared to be taken by surprise, maybe he thought she really would be frightened by them!

"Of course, I don't want danger to happen and be more scared because I have big wings wrapped around me" She joked, but the look on his face stopped her.

"You being in danger is not a joking matter!" Draco growled!

"I know, I was simply saying it hypothetically!" Hermione said, scooting over towards him.

"Alright." Draco said, standing up from the bed slowly. He turned to face her and Hermione watched his face scrunch up as if in pain.

"Draco, if it hurts to do it don't" She tried to stop him, she may not have liked him but in the past few months Hermione came to care for her fellow Head boy, and since that dinner with her parents over a year ago, she saw him in a different light.

Hermione knew he wasn't the same stuck up, snobby boy he was in their earlier years at Hogwarts. He had changed, no he hadn't changed, he had grown. Draco Malfoy had because a man, and honest and loyal, good man.

Hermione noticed that Draco had ignored her and not two seconds later, large grey wings sprouted from his back. Ripping the shirt of his toned body, giving Hermione the view of a very changed man.

He was no longer a scrawny boy, that she knew, but looking at his chiseled chest sent a shock through her. His muscles full and his shoulders broad, never in her life did Hermione think she would be admiring this view. Shifting her gaze from his chest, her eyes focused on his wings. The were long, not even fully extended in the small space of her room and she was sure that they could stretch another two feet making them an approximate ten feet long!

The wings stretched above his shoulders and went down to his knees in height. Stepping forward, Hermione reached out tentatively to stroke the feathers. Draco was watching her with steel grey eyes and nodded his head at her silent request. Moving just another foot forward and Hermione's fingers rubbed the softness of the wings.

Hermione heard a soft purr and glanced toward Draco, his eyes were closed and his hands balled into fists at his sides.

"Draco?" She asked softly, "Whats wrong?"

"It feels nice, I just want to wrap you up in them and hold you close." Draco said, relaxing his hands.

Hermione stepped close to him and stood on her tip toes. "You can" was all she said.

And Draco did, the wind from his wings moving around her ruffled papers that were now scattered about the room, but neither cared. Hermione leaned into the embrace, enjoying the feel of his soft wing against her, pulling her closer to him. Gently she lifted her arms and rested them around his neck. Standing upon her tip toes once again, Hermione gently pushed her lips against Draco's.

Another purr escaped his lips and slowly their kiss began to deepen, gently Draco laid her down on the bed. They kissed for awhile, the most they had done and when Draco's hand slowly crept up Hermione's shirt, she asked him to stop and he did.

"Draco?" Hermione asked shyly.

"Hermione?" Draco started, signing when she grumbled something about him being a smart ass. "Yes?" He questioned.

"Is it going to hurt?" She asked quietly.

"The bonding, no it won't. At least from what I've read it shouldn't hurt in the least." He told her truthfully.

"Uh- not just that. The actual act of um sex." Hermione asked. She knew a blush filled her face and crept down her neck but she held her head strong, Draco Malfoy would NOT make fun of her for being inexperienced, would he?

"Hermione, are you a virgin?" Draco questioned her, his eyes boring into her own.

"Yes, and I'm not ashamed of it either. I'm not some fluezy tha-" Hermione was cut off by a quick kiss on her lips.

Draco purred and Hermione felt his wings tighten around her. "I'm glad your no fluezy, you're mine." He kissed her lips once more before settling into the silence that surrounded them.

Together they both drifted off to sleep, the warmth of Draco's large grey wings surrounding them in a protective way, making a cozy warm cocoon.


please tell me what you think, the good, the bad the so-so. I felt that Hermione needed to get some facts about the veela side of Draco and I hope you like what I've written.

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