IAVASMM 11- Dramione

I Need Some Time.


Draco's POV:

I hated the library. It was one of the most repeated and used places at Hogwarts that had ever been made in the first place. Dunno what could be so interesting about a place full of research and god damn books. But it was for Gran-

Hermione.

So why couldn't I just be happy? Because I was nervous. Even though that I was not the one that had been saying to go there in the first place, but my veela had, then there was no taking it back. She knew my secret, and just saying that I was kidding would bring out the aspect of faking my little misunderstanding with everything.

She believed me and my sigh of relief had shown that I was in peace. Of course, that feeling would NEVER go away after I was to mark her and make her mine. Not that I wanted to officially! I was actually really scared about it all. Being a veela was difficult when your mate was the Gryffindor Princess…

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I walked to the library with my mouth shut closed, my new shined shoes clanking against the hard floor. I could hear the small whispers of a few students down the hall, and my robes swaying against my chest as I walked rapidly faster moments later. Then something stopped me once her lovely scent fell into my senses. She was getting closer, and my hearing gave me the advantage to listen to the sniffles coming from her. I was upset because I could tell that she was upset, but why?

Minutes passed by and she had turned a corner with her handkerchief in her hand. Her bag slouched on her elbow, and her robes in shreds of untidyness, the bag helplessly fell to the ground with a resounding thud. Walking to her was Weasley, and then he stopped as she yelled and cursed at him and took her wand out as a defense.

He ran up from helping her, to going away in mere seconds, when she had started to cry again. It hurt as her sounds echoed into my ears, and the urge to run over and comfort her was a fighting crime with me, myself, and I. What was I to do? Just waltz in and see what her problem is, or just come back as if I hadn't witnessed something?

Finally walking to her, and pulling her frizzy curls from her face, her red puffed eyes had shown a bit of an overshadowed evil and depression. "What happened?" I whispered, and tears were holding onto the rims of her eyes. I wanted to cry with her, but the angst and anger opened and the thought of legillimency hit me openly like an old friend would.

She was in the library, a hint of a smile hidden in the corners of her mouth as she looked down at her book again. From the looks of it, her mouth mumbled the incoherent words as if she memorized it from front cover to back. Possibly she did. Next thing I saw had made me full of suppressed depression as her smile faltered quickly as she looked over at the other side of the room. The tears fell faster than anything, and she slammed her book shut.

Not knowing what had happened, I was pulled out of her mind. She didn't want me to see, nor know of the situation that was in a matter at hand before I had arrived, and I didn't want to intrude.

Taking her hand and lifting it into mine, I looked and pulled her into a hug. She sniffled a few times, and then I felt as her two soft and gentle arms surrounded my backside into her hug-back. I was overexcited, that I wanted to… no. I couldn't. She would hex me into oblivion once it happens, and taking it overboard would make things worse for the both of us. Maybe even causing death in it somewhere…from me.

After a few seconds of her silent crying, she pulled away, and then everything had gone cold once again. "T-thanks." She choked out, and I nodded softly. We sat, and did absolutely nothing to show that I had showed up, or that 'the meeting' shall we say had started somehow.

"Y-you came I guess. I thought you were not willing to be of help." I blasted out, not knowing where my brain had gone at that moment. "Of course I am Malfoy. I'm just…" she trailed off.

"Scared?" I asked. She nodded, but from the look of disgust that I got from her, I felt it again. Veela-me was there, and it had gotten worse over the past few weeks. Now that our first part of us has bonded (the agreement of becoming my mate and showing comfort), my body reacted quickly to the change. Even my bloody emotions have gone nuts! Or it's my hormones…

Nah. It wouldn't be my hormones. I have never liked Granger before like this until veela-me came into place. And even now, it has gotten more emotional between me and her!

Suddenly, I was pulled off my arse from her hand struggling for me to get up, and I followed suit as soon as I found out. "C'mon. Let's go to the library." She said quietly, and we walked only a small walk to it silently.

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"Bloody shit! This is taking forever!" I groaned. It had been over curfew that we stayed, and Madam Pince had told Dumbledore where we were at the current time and that we were studying about my heritage. Thank merlin that she was fucking nice enough. Unlike some teachers…

"Okay Malfoy. Here is another book on veelas. And I believe this one is the one we need." Hermione walked in again, her hand holding a slightly dusty book with the word in bold letters.

Veelas and their Heritage.

It was a bit funny on how many books she had stored onto the table, and now she had looked at the last shelf on the last ending of the 'creatures and facts' column to find it. "Thanks." I grinned a sheepish smile, and she smiled widely back. She was really brilliant, and I had gotten to know that was one of the many admirations that I have focused on about her. So FINALLY taking the book with the rotten cover on it into my hands and opening it, there in Chapter one was the words I searched for:

"The Veela, Mark, and its Specialties."

"G-granger…" I whispered, but I started to read, interested into everything that I consumed.

Veelas are very high leveled creatures that are known to attract others from their different kind. Whenever the veela gets angry or shows any very dangerous emotions, their facials turn a dimming sort of red, and eyes turn a dark obsidian color. (Warning for wizards and Muggles everywhere.)

Every known wizard is to know that veelas need to live with their mate. This certain mate is the one person that the veela is destined to be with for life, and has to bring them into theirs. If this mate disagrees with the living arrangements, then the veela will die at the rightful age if eighteen.

First, there are three basics bondings. These bondings show that the mate trusts them and is welcoming them into their life, therefore speaking that he/she agrees with the mating. When any of the bondings happen, a faint glow will fall off of the veela and mate's bodies, showing that the first, second or third bonding has been complete.

The first step is agreement. The mate has to be able to depend on the veela if she is acceptable with her decision, and then gives you a tone of affection. If this happens backwards, it will not change the outcome of the bonding.

The second step is to have the mate kiss the veela. This shows that he/she is ready for the last step, and there are no boundaries between the veela and the mate itself.

The last step is for the formal marking. The fangs that the veela soon shall have will leave a permanent mark onto the mate to show that there is no ability to get rid of certain feelings, whereabouts, etc. (A/N: stalkerish, right?)

Once the marking has been complete, the mate is due to stay with the veela. Side effects during the marking may be strong, but be warned.

I looked up from the book, and soon found that Hermione had been reading it with me while her eyes scanned the pages thoroughly. I smirked suddenly, and found her hand underneath the desk. She gasped and turned her head towards me, her face only mere inches from mine.

"M-Malfoy…" she started. I put my finger on her lips, and I grabbed her hand more forcefully, and she winced, but not from pain. "You know…" I started to rub my fingertips against the middle of her palm, "It says for the next bonding to be a kiss…and it has to come from you. What would you say about that?" I loved it-but not as much as veela did- when she got rowled (sp?) up, but the whole situation turned upside-down for me.

Her breath suddenly hitched, and her palm became sweaty in my hand. From just a few things that changed, instantly I knew she was scared. There is no absolute way for her to be entirely sure if something strange happened; it would be going beyond what she thought was just a kiss…it may even lead to things going straight to the Hospital Wing…blah blah blah et cetera.

"I-I'm not… I just need time to…" she stopped and let go of my hand. She was definitely nervous, and I knew that just from the letting-go force of her hand out of mine. She then stopped by standing up, I followed suit, and saw she was packing her things up in her bag. I grabbed her wrist, and she turned at me with a frightened expression etched on her face. "There's no need to be afraid." I say gently. Why is she so… oh?

I should give her some time about this. After all, she just figured my heritage out yesterday for bloody merlin's sake! So I take her hand again, but with a gentler hold. "Hermione… I know that you just figured this out barely a day ago and I am truly sorry for what I made you feel." She looked at me straight ahead but her heart was palpitating quickly through her chest as far as I was concerned. "I should be the gentleman Slytherin I am. Cunning and mysterious yes, but a gentleman nonetheless." She scoffed and rolled her eyes, and I continued on,

"I am your veela, and you are MY mate. Like a veela should do, is to be kind to the one they have to be with, and to give you all the time you need. Remember..." I leaned into her face and give her a shy kiss on the cheek, and then whispered in her ear, "It's your choice." I let go of her hand, and she quickly got up and walked away. "Tomorrow, 9 A.M." she yelled but she was already gone down the hall. I smiled. Things were for once going great.

Or were they?

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Hermione's POV:

"Tomorrow, 9 A.M." I yelled back into the library, and didn't hear a reply. No matter. I bet he heard me just fine.

I paced quickly through the dark halls, and the portraits snoozing loudly were an abomination. But I forgot! I promised that I would help Seamus with his Divination homework tomorrow! I have to… no. I said I would be at the library at nine A.M. in the morning, and it wouldn't be too good if I was in the common room while Malfoy sat there. If I studied with Seamus, then Malfoy would've been stood up. If I went with Malfoy, then Seamus would be stood up. In both ways it was a lose-lose situation.

Finally, I made it to the common room snoozing fat lady, and I knocked on her portrait. "WUH? HOOZ 'ERE?" she yelled, and opened her bloodshot eyes. She looked directly at me, and gave me a look. "Oh, it's just you." Just me? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I scoffed and barked the password. She opened immediately, and I went in with a loud huff.

Ron and Harry were still up. They were playing wizard chess while Harry sat up with his elbow on the board and his hand flat on his cheek. It looked like he was about to pass out. "H-Harry? Ron? Don't you think that-"

They suddenly looked up, and breathed loudly. Were they up to watch and see if I made it back? "We thought you were in trouble or doing prefect duties…" Harry said sleepily, and he faced the side of his glasses on his face to normal, "so me and Ron stayed up to make sure you made it back." Such good friends, but stupid move. I set my things down, and walked over to lift Harry and Ron on their feet. Ron was somehow not manageable, but something also made me feel light headed, and it wasn't just him. "Hermione? You alright?" Harry asked. I nodded, and everything was suddenly not as blurry. "Yea. Hey, you two need to go upstairs…" I suppressed a yawn yearning to come out, "I will see you guys tomorrow." She replied, and they walked slowly up to their dorm.

After I heard the door click, I picked up my stuff, and walked directly to my dorm and plopped myself on the bed. Flicking my wand, my clothes then changed directly to a nightgown. My hair fell in ringlets down the side of my shoulder as I moved it, and I looked clumsily at the ceiling. I then sighed and closed my eyes in exhaustion. Then the last thought went through my mind before I fell into dreams…

He's letting me have time? Well I may need A LOT of it.

Bloody. Hell. This. One. Is. Over. Two. THOUSAND. Words. Long. Holy shit.

Anyway, If there is any spelling errors, correct me and PM me for that. I am having a "clean-day" Saturday or Sunday. Thanks!

Mischief Managed.

-Kyra