Chapter 1

A veela? He has got to be kidding.

Professor Snape in fact was not. Hermione had not cause to trust him, other than the proof in front of her. Draco Malfoy, snarling and struggling violently against the magical hold the Headmaster had him in.

"He's feral." She muttered.

Snape's gaze drifted to his godson, then back to his female student.

"Mr Malfoy cannot control himself, his human side is no longer in control. His veela has broken free, having been suppressed and ignored for too long." His dull done made the situation seem of no importance.

Hermione shook her head, "What do you expect me to do about it?"

Dumbledore cleared his throat, "You are bright as the day, surly you have studied Veela in one of your classes."

"I have sir, but I just not sure what is being-"

Professor Snape snapped. "You are his mate Miss Granger. Surely you know that the correct steps have to be taken."

Hermione's face reddened in outrage and embarrassment at what they were asking of her.

"You cannot expect me to allow that fowl-" She took a deep breath, "We aren't exactly friends professor, we aren't been in like with each other."

"I am aware of the many spats that have occurred during your time here." Dumbledore nodded, "I am hoping you can understand that this is something that cannot be avoided any longer. As it seems to me, it appears Mr Malfoy has been aware you are his mate for quite some time. Since he has refused to act, thereby suppressing his needs, his veela is acting for him."

Professor Mcgonagall stormed into the headmasters office, taking in the scene. A snarling young man, a blushing young lady, a professor and a headmaster standing between them.

"You cannot be serious Albus. The boy is not in control of himself, the students are talking about his attack on Miss Granger in the great hall."

Hermione raised her hand to her neck, the smooth skin now raw. Draco had launched himself at her and sunk his teeth into her neck, ripping at her robes as if he planned to undress her in the middle of the great hall.

"The boy could not help himself. I have already called his parents, they shall join us soon."

While the adults talked about her as if she was not there. Hermione took a moment to take in the blonde boy struggling before her. He seemed to calm as her eyes landed on him. Like her attention soothed his very soul, did Malfoy even have one of those?

Hermione knew a lot about veela and their mates. She knew Malfoy would remain crazed until he could complete the mating process. Which he started when he jumped her and bit into the flesh of her neck. To do that, they had to have sex. She would have to accept him, if she refused him Malfoy would die.

Hermione shrugged her ripped robes from her body. Draco let out a lustful growl and began fighting the magic containing him once more. Hermione rolled the sleeves of her white button up to her elbows. Taking a breath, she walking over to him.

Feeling the magic ripple around her hand as she passed the magical barrier, Hermione rested her palm on his cheek. Draco immediately turned his nose into her hand, moaning and licking the skin. Hermione's eyes widened at his actions. Even worse, she felt a tug from deep in her stomach. The sounds that were coming from the guy who use to throw insults at her, were sounds she never expected she could evoke from him.

Draco tried to reach out to pull her body to his, but the magic stopped him from laying his hands on her.

"Is there nothing we can do to oppress the veela, even just for a minute?" She wondered allowed.

All three adults shook their heads at her.

Snape walked over to the couple, Draco growled as another man came in close proximity to his mate. Snape took a respectful step back. Knowing if magic was not holding his godson at bay, Draco would rip him to shreds right now.

"As feral as he seems Miss Granger, once he's set his hands upon you. He will be gentle. His goal isn't to harm you, only to make you his, so all other males know you aren't to be touched."

Hermione shook her head, how in the hell had this happened? At the end of last year Voldemort had possessed Harry in the ministry of magic, Harry had been strong enough to fight him off, but the evil creature was getting stronger. The trio were in the midst of planning their rebellion, this was a distraction that Hermione did not need.

Lines were bring drawn and Hermione and Draco were not standing on the same side. What would this mean? Surly Ron and Harry would not accept this, Malfoy would not be joining them on their hunt. Would they abandon her and leave her behind? It had been the three of them against the world since they were 11.

Malfoy was so strung out, he had clearly been denying his connecting to her. Finding her repulsive and ugly with her 'dirty' blood. He didn't want to be with her any more than she was pleased to be forced into being with him. If he had, surly he would have approached her earlier. Before he lost himself to the creature inside him.

There was a woosh as flames erupted in the fire place. The Malfoys come through looking as dark and pale as always. The hand Malfoy had been licking on, Hermione ripped it away dropping the limb back to her side. Blush taking over her cheeks as the new arrivals evaluated the situation.

"Ah, Mr and Mrs Malfoy thank you for joining us on such quick notice" Dumbledore smiled.

Mr Malfoy leered at Hermione while Mrs Malfoy looked at her son with worry. The women clearly cared a great deal for her son, even if she kept her adoration for moments of privacy.

"Draco had assured me he had taken care of it. That his Veela was content. I thought he was being vague, not wanting to share with his mother how he mated with his love. I thought be might want to keep such a precious moment privet, just between the two of them. How could he let this happen? He must be in so much pain." Hermione felt shock at the kindness coming from mother to son. "Hermione dear, you two haven't mated yet?"

Hermione stood quiet, was she supposed to answer that? She only just found out she was fated to spend the rest of her life with freakin Malfoy. He had been lying to his mother, he was already telling people that they were together?

"A mudblood." Lucious spit with disgust. "No wonder the boys resisted, how is it such filth is attached to our family."

Hermione flinched as Draco turned ballistic behind her. Yelling and screaming at his father. No words could really be made out, but his anger was clear. Pale face turning red, grey eyes turning black.

"I have know of their fate for years." Mr Malfoy turned on his wife in shock. "Draco had always talked with a kindness about her to me, but it was only two years ago when he himself realized she was his. He has resisted her, knowing what this bond would mean to his mate. He knew she wouldn't be safe from you or the dark lord. All the hate you spew onto him, only confusing and twisting him up more. You did this to our son, he would be happy with her right now if it was not for your poisoning his mind against her."

Hermione could not believe what she was hearing. Malfoy liked her, before he knew about their fate? Why had he been such an outright ass to her? In the back of her mind, Hermione remembered something her mother said about boys pulling pig tails. This was Draco Malfoy , pureblood loyalist.

"Look at your son! See how he's tortured being just a foot away from her. It has been so hard for him. Fighting his love for her, to keep Hermione safe. Now he is crazed, he jumped the poor girl in front of the other students, no longer able to control himself after being denied for SO long."

Professer Mcgonagall stepped in. "I realize the predicament young Mr Malfoy is in, however. Miss Granger has only just now been let in on the secret. Are we to expect her to give herself to this boy? They are not remotely friendly with each other, quite the opposite."

Hermione paled, what the hell was she meant to do? She wished more than anything Malfoy was right in the head, she needed to be hearing this all from him.

"Look at him!" Mrs Malfoy pleaded. "Hermione, I realized this is a great shock. But surely my son has shown his affection for you? Maybe not outright, but in more subtle ways?"

Not really, Hermione thought to herself.

"What happens if we wait? Let Malfoy have a chance to come back to himself."

"We can't wait-" His mother looking like she was ready to drop to her knees and start begging.

"He'll die." Snape said honestly.

"This is madness." Hermione muttered to herself.

Draco continued to try and reach for her, looking like he was ready to tear the world apart just to hold her. Hermione felt sorry for the boy in front of her. She knew his hate mainly came from his father, Malfoy had been, not nicer, but ignoring her more these past couple years. Was he doing that because he could not stand to be close to her, afraid of what his veela might do?

"The old prefect chambers, they're unoccupied on the south wing this year. Right Professer Mcgonagall?"

The older lady smiled at her with compassion and understanding. "Yes Miss granger. Shall I send house elves to clean it up?" Hermione nodded.

"Is there a way to transport Mal- Draco there?"

Dumbledore nodded, pride for the young girl shining in his eyes.

They were all well aware of the sacrifice and gift Hermione was about to give to the blonde.

Hermione felt her stomach erupt in nerves. She was a virgin, however her and Victor were pretty adventurous before the ball. His fingers had been deep inside her as he pleased himself, relieving himself over her bare thigh.

This would not be that. Malfoy was going to have sex with her. Was going to be inside her. At this point Hermione was pretty sure she was not going to be in bed with Malfoy but the veela. She did not know if that was better or worse.

"I will see to it that you and Mr Malfoy are excused from classes tomorrow. " Hermione wanted to pout, why the hell did she have to miss out on her classes? "Trust me Miss Granger there will be a lot for you youngins to discuss once the sun rises in the morning."

"In that case I shall go grab a few things."

Lucious stepped into Hermione's path, "You will receive no harm for me. You will have the protection of the house of Malfoy."

Despite the kind tone and kindness of his words, they did nothing to reassure the young girl. All Hermione could do was nod and keep on her path to the girls lavatory.

It might seem silly, but Hermione wanted to wash up and make herself presentable. At some point Draco would come back to himself, when that happened she wanted to at least feel put together .

Despite his attitude, Hermione could admit Draco was attractive. Her thoughts had never once gone further that that, thinking the possibly of them getting together was greater than her parents waking up one day wizards.

Once she was all scrubbed, Hermione made her way to the south side of the dormitory. Thankfully avoiding her friends. News of Malfoy's attack on her in the great hall would have gotten to them by now. Hermione assumed the teachers would take care of it, giving her more time to think about what she would say to her two best friends to explain the situation.

Arriving at the correct portrait, Hermione took a deep breath as it swung open for her.

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