Veela
The next day, as the dawning sun stealthily began to creep out on a sky splashed with morning colours, it's feeble light touched the emerging figure of a witch from the Forbidden was lightly clothed despite the chilly wind and was slowly walking away from the forest, seeming like a creature of the night that had just finished up it's daily activities and was returning to its abode to rest. As the light strengthened, the rumpled state of her clothing and limp hair became more apparent. On any other person, it might have looked like an attempt to chase away nightmares with a merry jaunt in the park. However, her expression betrayed nothing. Even though she could be assumed to be tired, her steps never faltered nor dragged and despite her casual posture, there was a subtle coiling in her body which suggested a high awareness to the surrounding and an ability to jump into combat straight from deep sleep. Even before the sun was fully a bright ball the sky, the witch had already into the shadows of the looming, hushed castle
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Itching. Something was itching. Something was itching really badly. Draco tried to swat it away but his swing was uncoordinated and he ended up on the floor with an unceremonious thud.
"owww," He said as he rubbed his back. Looking around, he saw that he was on the floor next to the couches downstairs in the Head Dorms.
How had he gotten here again? He tried to remember why was it that he had tortured his back by sleeping on the couches when he had an acceptable bed in his room. Granger. Granger was gone.
Draco had woken up in the unholy hours of the morning to a strange itching. He couldn't tell what it was or why, it was just bothersome enough to deprive him of sleep and that was highly irritating. It was a Sunday. IT. WAS. A. BLOODY. SUNDAY. Which meant sleep. Much needed rest, glory of weekends and all. He hadn't slept a wink in peace since he had become a veela and got the incessant need implanted into him to find his mate above all els—
Shit . It was Granger.
Draco had ran heedlessly ran to the other door in his room and was consequently shocked into being completely awoken by a brutal stinging hex that had repelled his sleepy, astonished self to the floor. Belatedly, he realized that he couldn't sleep because his mate was no longer in his vicinity, hadn't been for all the time he had spent rolling in his bed and trying to sleep. He had dozed off at some point for a bit so he assumed that she must have come back for a bit. Still, it was too much for his sleep muddled self that had gotten some proper sleep in such a long time.
Since then, Draco had given up on sleeping and had come down to wait for his witch. He needed to tell her. He debated several times on whether to wait for her or just go find her, but he knew that he could not track her down yet. Even if he did run into her by some chance, he couldn't just approach her when they hadn't even exchanged greetings properly since he had laid his eyes on her, so he didn't know where he stood with her. As a Slytherin, he couldn't rush headlong into a situation that could be potentially embarrassing, degrading and a number of other things. On the worse side, if he didn't run into her, he knew he would become frantic and Merlin knew what a load of problems that would create and then all of Hogwarts would know.
No, he had to wait.
And so he was, after catching up on the little work that had been left, he was reading on the couch in the afternoon when he somehow dozed off. As he sat there, dazed besides the hearth he realised that he could hear footsteps, two pairs in fact, coming to the dorms. One of them was Granger. The realization made him smile without him even knowing. He wondered who the other pair of footsteps belonged to, Potter perhaps?
So lost in his musings was he that when Hermione entered the Head Dorms, she found Malfoy sitting on the floor smiling like a goon, and if that wasn't strange enough, the fact that he wasn't startled at her entrance and ready to fight her as a conditioned response, because of the war, was stranger still.
"Finally lost all your marbles Malfoy?" she couldn't help but ask.
That seemed to snap him out of his lunatic episode as he immediately wiped the silly smile off his face and stood upright. By then, Hermione had
already began making her way to her room, planning on some light reading before dinner.
"Wait Granger, I need to talk to you," Draco's sudden request stopped her retreat to a safer territory. She turned, her eye brow raised high at the Head Boy who had just been the politest she had ever seen or heard of him in all her years at Hogwarts. Hermione wondered if he really had lost it. First he had just been standing there when she had come to their dorms yesterday, then he'd just stayed downstairs while she had done all her unpacking, just now he was smiling like an idiot while sprawled on the floor and now suddenly he was so polite and respectful. He could be touched too, she thought but then Malfoy asked her to come sit down.
"Is it going to take that long?" she asked even as she started towards the couches.
"It is important," he answered succinctly.
"So, what is it?" Hermione thought that is she had to do this then she'd get this over with as soon as possible. Malfoy was suspiciously still and his shoulders looked tense, it seemed as if he would be fidgeting if he was anything but a Malfoy. However, as it was, his lessons on proper posture were shining through, Hermione mentally gave them five stars for their excellence even as she waited for him to speak.
"W-what," he began, "what do you know about veelas?" His stutter really did give away his nerves this time, Hermione decided to think about it later, once she wasn't so close to him.
"The basic found in all normal libraries: magical creatures, have mates- " Malfoy drew a breath here "- their own magical powers, obscenely beautiful, their natural attraction and so on. Why do you ask me?"
Malfoy mumbled something in response that she couldn't understand.
"Excuse me?"
Draco couldn't believe this. she was sitting so near him and they were actually talking. He had asked her if she knew about veelas to stall for time. Of course she bloody well knew about veelas, it wouldn't be Hermione Granger if she didn't know about something when books were available in the library. The real issue was that he was suddenly so nervous he didn't know what to do. His heart was pounding in his ears so loudly, he could barely hear her speaking. He hadn't ever felt like this, even when his father had encouraged him to talk in front of his ministry friends. Right now, even his eyes felt dry.
He tried to say it again and it came out all garbled and mixed up and he could see that Granger hadn't understood a word. Draco drew in a deep breath and berated himself. What was he doing. He was a Malfoy. No, more importantly, he was a veela. He couldn't just go around disappointing his mate by looking like a child who was about to be told off. So he pushed down his fear and summoning a confidence he did not feel, he stated clearly in a loud voice
"I am a veela"
"I know"
And done :P
I AM BACK ! Not exactly on schedule but here I am with another chapter. Oh things are getting exciting! As promised, Draco has begun his rather long journey, stick wround while he fumbles hehehe
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