A/N: Well this is a new story titled Impossible Bonds. As the name suggests I am picking the most unlikely couples. of course its slash and why not? :D Hope you enjoy and leave reviews! This ignores the epilogue and some other things from HP books.

Disclaimer: Harry and his world belong to JKR. I'm just playing with them a bit~~~

"Hermione!" Hermione's face turned towards him with bright smile.

"Harry!"

"How have you been?"

"Good Harry"

"Your parents?" She shook her head sadly. Harry patted her shoulder comfortingly.

"It's alright Harry." She smiled. "Have you seen Ron?"

"Not yet."

"How did you spend the holidays?"

"Well I needed some time to adjust to things. Now that the war is over, I had a lot on my mind"

"Yeah" her eyes softened. "Are you better now?" She peered into the green eyes trying to find the answer.

"More or less. Mione, I wonder if I'll really get over everything but I am trying. I'm fine" Harry grinned.

"I think no one would get over it. I mean, the whole ordeal has changed the lot of us. But I am glad we are going back to Hogwarts!" She seemed excited but Harry's face was dark. Hermione looked at Harry inquisitively.

"I don't know, Mione… There are so many memories there…" Hermione understood. Dumbledore was gone and so were some of their friends. The final Battle of Hogwarts left gruesome memories in most people's minds.

"They wouldn't want us to run away." She said quietly.

"No. That's why I decided to come back to finish school." They smiled at each other as they found an empty compartment and slid into the seats. The moody silence continued until someone entered the compartment and grinned at them.

Hermione and Harry stared at the red headed boy in front of them and mildly wondered if he was a cousin of Ron. The boy was slightly taller than Ron, since they last saw him, and had bright blue eyes which seemed brighter than Ron's. The signature flaming red hair was a darker shade, thicker and seemed softer at a glance. The face that looked coolly at them was spotless and smooth with sharp contours that made the word "gorgeous" form in their heads. The stranger looked like a cross between Ron and Ginny but somehow better and ethereal somehow. The two of them waited to be introduced, too shocked to say anything.

"Well?" the boy spoke.

"Um…" Hermione looked at Harry, who cleared his throat.

"Are you a relative of Ron's?" Harry nearly whispered.

The boy looked at them in something like disbelief and stared with his mouth gaping. He looked at the two of them accusingly as he flopped on the seat across from them. The two looked at each other questioningly and blinked at the seething fellow in their compartment.

"Well then. Hello, I'm Harry Potter." Harry extended his hand.

The boy growled. "I bloody well know who you are Harry!" and he glared at Hermione who was about to say something, "And you too Mione" He grumbled and continued to glare at them.

"Ok… Then…" Hermione started then a loud voice erupted into the compartment.

"RON! There you are! How could you just leave me there! Those boys were being awful to me!" Ginny whined settling next to the stranger. "Why hello, Harry and Hermione."

"WHAT?!" It was their turn to scream in disbelief.

The Weaselys shuffled slightly into their seats and waited for more screaming.

"Tha…That is… Ronald?" Hermione spluttered.

"Yes" Ron dryly replied. "You'd think my best pals would recognize me" he pouted.

"But… but Ron!" Harry was flabbergasted.

"What happened to you" Hermione's eyes looked like large orbs.

"Yeah, Ron. You… um… look different." He finished lamely.

"You don't say." Ron sighed and Ginny giggled, "Go on Ginny. I know you are bursting to tell them"

"So…" Ginny began as attention shifted to her. "It seems we have some Veela blood in our family. We weren't able to trace it to an ancestor yet. Mum thinks it might be a spontaneous thing or dormant blood or something like that. Well, bottom line, Ron is a Veela, a part Veela at least. Maybe like one-tenth of a Veela" she finished.

Ron scowled. Harry and Hermione gaped a few more moments before coughing and straightening themselves. Time stretched on until they could command their voices again.

"So… you are a Veela?" Harry started.

"Yes"

"When did you find out?"

"Birthday" Ron continued in monotone.

"Wish you'd warned us!" Harry burst out.

"Oh, Ron!" Hermione flung herself on her friend. "It must have been a shock!"

"Yeah, mione. But, I didn't think you won't recognize me…" He looked hurt.

"Sorry mate. But you look so different!"

"In a good way though!" Hermione giggled, "You look really handsome!" She nodded more to herself than anyone.

"You think so?" Ron looked at Harry and noticing his curt nod he beamed at them.

Harry relaxed after seeing that trademark grin of Ron's, finally convinced that it was indeed his best friend after a severe makeover. He told the rest of the group of the thought and they all laughed together. It felt most surreal sitting there and talking with a new Ron, yet the old Ron was still there.

"Heya folks!" Neville slid into the space beside Harry and promptly turned his attention to Ron and his eyes widened. "Who is that?" He whispered nervously to Harry. When Harry told him, another shriek resounded in the carriage while the other three, barring Ron, grinned.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! You're not pulling my legs?" Neville asked with a frown. All of them shook their head. And Ginny reveled in retelling the tale.

Just then Luna peeked in. "Hello, everyone." She drew out her words as usual.

"Not another one!" Muttered Ron.

"Why, Ron! You look handsome." She smiled. "Potions class will be interesting this year" She giggled and waved her hand and moved on.

The occupants of the compartment wondered how she knew it was Ron and pondered her strange message, then looked at each other and burst into giggles. How could Potions ever be interesting? And as fate would have it, Seamus barged in.

"YAHOO! Watcha giggling for? Share the joke, mate" He zoned in on Harry.

"Hello Seamus. Want to join us?" Harry gestured to the empty seat which he promptly sat in and looked around the compartment, stopping at Ron.

"Woah! Who is that handsome boy! Weasely's new boyfriend?! Though I do wonder why another red head?" He scratched his head innocently as Ron turned red in either anger or embarrassment or perhaps both. The rest of the gang laughed and told Seamus the identity of the Handsome Boy and watched as another disbelieving shout emanated from the lad.

"NO WAY!"

"O Jolly. Am I going to have everyone aim to kill my eardrums?" Ron asked dryly instigated another round of snicker which turned into loud laughter. Ron rolled his eyes but was laughed along.

The Hogwarts Express skidded to stop in Hogsmead after what seemed like a long time to Ron. He alighted from the car with everyone and disgustedly noticed all the eyes turning to him and staring mercilessly. He grumbled beneath his breath. He supposed he finally understood how Harry must have felt all this time and found some peace in that but seeing as the same Harry Potter kept glancing at him and giggling, he found it very hard to control his anger. He finally had enough and stomped to the nearest carriage and sat inside steaming. The rest of the gang meekly followed him, though all sported a cheeky grin as he glared at them.

They made their way to the great hall accompanied by skeptic gasps and wide eyes. Ron ignored all of it and marched ahead purposefully. Once seated, the familiar chatter calmed him somewhat until the first years followed by the professors strode in. He felt a strange tingle throughout his body and shuddered involuntarily. With a frown, he realized his destined mate was probably in the room. He perked up and glanced around the hall for a sign.

McGonagall stepped up to the podium which prompted unbidden memories of Professor Dumbledore and cleared her throat. He could see Harry and Hermione wince along with him as they all remembered their old headmaster. Nonetheless, Ron paid attention to the speech and the sorting after. The familiar proceedings were warming their hearts and relaxing them as nothing else could.

Once the food appeared on the plates he reached for the fork and started eating. It wasn't until minutes later that he realized that everyone near him was staring at him strangely. He glanced at his best buds and found their faces looking incredulous. He swallowed quickly and glared. Most of the Gryffindors turned red and focused on their food. Of course Harry and Hermione kept staring.

"What?" he growled as he patted his mouth with the napkin.

"You…You…"

"Uh…um…"

"Would you two stop stuttering and tell me why the bloody hell are you staring at me?" He folded his arms and stared back at them. Finally, Hermione cleared her throat.

"Well, Ron. It is the first time we see you eating… civilly."

"Yeah. You normally shovel the food in and talk with your mouth full…" Harry trailed off.

Ron sighed, "Maybe… I don't want to do that anymore" he clipped and resumed his dinner.

His friends looked at each other a moment and shrugged; with nothing else to do they dove into their own plates in silence. They did however keep sneaking glances at him as he enjoyed the food. Once they finished eating, Hermione excused herself to attend to her head girl duties and left the two boys at the table. They looked around the great hall at the new students and the new professors. Defense against dark arts had a new professor again. As Ron let his gaze wander, he spotted a familiar figure, yet it was unfamiliar in some ways.

"Psst. Harry!" Harry looked at him in question. "Is that… who I think it is?"

Harry followed his friend's line of sight to see a dark haired man leaning against his chair. He wore deep green robes and had a head of somewhat long black hair that insisted on curling at the ends. The eyes were black; they looked like glittering onyx. Even from this distance some fine wrinkles could be seen along with a bored disdainful expression on his face.

"Blimey! It looks like Snape!" Harry could only nod. "What do you suppose happened?" Ron muttered as Snape decided to get up and walk out of the hall purposefully.

"Well… Snape looks less dark?" Harry said lamely after a long silence.

"No kidding. Think I get what Luna meant now" Ron grinned.

They got up and made their way to their room after collecting their schedule. Ron endured the stares in silence reminding himself that if Harry could do it, so could he. Once they reached the dorms, Ron excused himself and made his way to his bed. After a quick change he wormed under the blanket and stared at the canopy above him and let his thoughts run free.

Ron's Veela blood was singing, if one could put it that way. His parents had been beyond surprise but had managed to educate him a little; the rest he had read up over summer. He knew that person was here at Hogwarts. He lazily wondered who it could be. He was apprehensive, sure, but more than that he was excited. His head felt clear and felt he could do anything if he really wanted to. He sighed into the pillow as he imagined deep eyes staring at him lovingly. He found himself wonder what color they would be. He lightly felt his own unfamiliar skin and imagined the hand of his beloved and smiled contently. Soon, he thought, soon he would find his beloved mate.