Title / Destined to be Mates
Rated / M because I am paranoid
Summary / "What do I have to do to convince you Granger?" He whispered harshly as he gathered her in his arms, taking in her scent. "Don't go. I don't want you to get hurt!" Voldemort and his Death Eaters are ready to attack Hogwarts. Veela!Draco, Mate!Hermione.
Disclaimer / I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does.
Warning/ Most people are OOC in this story.

Author's Note / I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A MONTH! I need to be punished.

Chapter 13:

A week after last chapter

"Geroff (get off)!" A muffled voice yelled. "Geroff me! Let me go!"

"Hold still, you prat." His captor growled. "Hold still and nothing will happen to you."

Despite that, the captive struggled and continued to yell as loud as he could whilst being dragged towards the Whomping Willow. Then, as the figures disappear into the old tree, a gust of window blew by, ruffling the leaves and all was silent once more.

Two days later (Friday)

"Draco!" Hermione squealed in surprised when she bumped into him as she was coming out from the Heads' common room. "I thought you left for breakfast ten minutes ago?"

"I did, but then, what kind of boyfriend would I be?" He smirked and started walking with her.

Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled and interlaced their fingers together. She leaned her head on his shoulder and said, "We haven't been able to sit and talk lately."

"We did last week." He said, raising an eyebrow.

"No," she shook her head. "I meant only the two of us, for more than 5 minutes."

Now that he thought about it, it was true. They've hardly spent more than 5 minutes alone now that the war is edging closer and the Weasleys, Blaise, herself and Harry have been worrying sick about Ginny's sake in the war. Where's she going to hide? Where will she stay safe?

She sighed and stopped. "How about we go to the kitchens? We can get food and no one will other us there."

"Sure," he shrugged and smiled. "Sounds good to me."

Hermione beamed and pulled him towards the kitchens.

"Toast and eggs, please." Hermione said to Dobby. "And a cup of hot chocolate."

"Yes, friend of Harry Potter," he turned to Draco. "Master Draco wishes anything?"

"Same as her." Then, with one hard shove from Hermione, he forced out, "Thank you."

Dobby's eyes widen at the polite words and scurried to retrieve their food.

"Honestly!" She scowled. "Does it kill you to be nice to the elves once in a while? The last time I checked, they have feelings too, Draco."

"Sorry," he apologized. "I'll try harder next time."

Hermione nodded in satisfaction and leaned her head on his shoulder as he hid his nose in her hair.

Draco frowned slightly and sniffed her hair. "Granger, what have you been doing?"

"Nothing," she replied. "Just helping Harry and Ron on their homework. Why?"

"You smell different, that's all." He said as he sniffed her more. "I smell Potter and you, but not Weasley. It smells more like someone I know."

Hermione laughed. "Draco! You can't just sniff me and ask me who I hung out with!"

"I'm just worried, Granger." He said seriously. Draco was trying to identify the familiar scent in his mind and he's not going to rest until he finds it.

That Evening

"Hermione!" She turned around just in time to be greeted by a mob of red hair.

"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise as she hugged her redheaded friend back. "What is it?"

"You have to come see this!" Ginny grinned and pulled Hermione along with her towards the dorm she shared with her dark-skinned partner.

Hermione raised an eyebrow and followed her overly excited friend. It seemed like her gloomy mood was over and she had accepted the fact that she was pregnant. Pregnant. It was still foreign to Hermione though. Pregnant at such a young age, during war too! It's too much for Hermione to think about. It wasn't pleasant to think about it, but she was glad it was Ginny who's pregnant.

Hermione frowned at the thought. It really did not sound pleasant in her head either.

"Tada!" Ginny squealed as she revealed their common room. There was a crib right in the middle of the room. It was made out of wood, very expensive wood. Agarwood to be precise. "Blaise's parents were so excited, they gave us this!"

"But Ginny, you're not showing yet!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I know!" Ginny said. "But isn't that nice. Too early, I admit, but still!"

Hermione laughed at the dreamy look at her friend's face.

"What?" Ginny blushed.

"I'm so proud of you, you know that?" Hermione said as she embraced her sister-like figure. Ginny merely smiled and tightened her own arms around her.

"Hermione," Ginny frowned when she remembered something, "Do you know what's wrong with Ron today?"

Hermione shook her head. "I haven't seen him around today because he's in none of my class today and I was with either Draco or Harry all the time. Why?"

Ginny shrugged. "He was disgusted at how Pansy sat with us and-"

"But she does that all the time now," she interrupted.

"My point exactly and he didn't really eat like a pig today. I mean, he use to just eat whatever he sees whenever he sees them, but today, it was like he was just aiming for desert."

"He wasn't?" Hermione's eyes widened. "That's a change."

Ginny shook her head. "You don't get it do you? I don't think that's Ron, at all."

"What?" Hermione breathed out shocked. "Ginny! He's your brother! You can't just say that. But-" she held up a finger before Ginny could interrupt. "Draco did mention that he smelt something different. He smelt my scent and Harry's but not Ron's."

"See!" Ginny whined. "Even your boyfriend can tell and he doesn't like Ron."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

Ginny giggled and pulled her down on the couch. "Mione, I'm feeling fat already."

"Fat? You must be kidding." Hermione exclaimed incredulously. "You weigh less than me!"

At the same time, both Draco and Blaise entered the room. "Hello." They greeted simultaneously as they each went to their mates.

"Hi." Ginny smiled and kissed his lips while Hermione opted for a more relaxed greeting. She intertwined their fingers and rested her head on his shoulder.

"So what is this I hear about you weighing less than Granger?" Blaise asked as he pulled his mate onto his lap.

"Oh nothing, I just felt fat." Ginny pouted while Hermione rolled her eyes. "What?"

"Oh nothing." She repeated, laughing.

"Blaise, can Hermione stay over tonight?" Ginny asked. "We haven't actually had a proper girls night out since forever."

"I think that's up to Draco, love." Blaise replied as he jerked his head at the mentioned person.

"Well, actually, Draco and I planned something for tonight." Hermione smiled apologetically as she looked at Draco and back at her redheaded friend. "We haven't done much together either. Will tomorrow do?"

Ginny thought about it and nodded. "Alright. Sure."

"Great," she smiled.

"Well, we should probably leave now." Draco said just as Ginny yawned. "It's getting late and curfew's about to come up."

Ginny frowned and nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow then, Hermione?"

"Tomorrow." Hermione smiled as she leaned down to hug her friends' goodnight.

"Night!" Hermione and Draco chorused before leaving the room.

In the Head's common room

"You did all these?" Hermione wondered shocked. "This is amazing and so beautiful!"

The lights in the room were dim, lighted with just the fireplace, but she could see everything. All the couches were gone; a table for two- right in the middle of the room- and a soft, melodious music was playing in the background.

"Not exactly," he shrugged, "the house elves took it to their own and did them."

"It's the thought that counts, Malfoy," she sighed amazed, completely disregarding the fact that he had used the elves, "I love it!"

He chuckled and pulled out a chair. "Milady," he mocked bow, "shall we?"

"We shall," she grinned as she sat herself down. "Thank you, kind sir. What exactly is this, Draco?"

"Beef casserole and Sheppard's pie," he smiled, "dig in."

Hermione smiled and ate slowly, she was curious to what he had planned. Sure, she said that they had planned something, but Draco was the one doing the actual planning.

"So what are we doing?" Hermione asked curiously.

"We are… I'm not going to tell you." He smirked. Hermione frowned and continued eating her dinner, wondering.

Question / AHHHH. It was honestly OOC, but… whatever :l I know this isn't satisfying and such, but did you like this?

Author's Note / again, i apologize for not updating for more than a month. school. please understand that.. and i have mocks coming up in 3 weeks!

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