"Hey Blaise, I'm going to go get changed into my robes." I said to him as I stood up and pulled my trunk off of the shelf to get my robes out.

"Oh, OK, I'll get into mine too then." Blaise said, and by the way he sounded I knew that he wasn't actually planning to change so soon.

"It's because I'm going isn't it? You think that I can't handle myself after what happened, right?" I asked, accusation laced into my voice. I already knew the answer but I wanted to see if he'd confess. When he didn't, instead looking guiltily away from my stare, I rounded on him, angry. "I don't need a babysitter Blaise-I can handle my bloody self!" I growled and stormed out of the compartment, slamming the door shut behind me. I stomped towards the bathrooms, pushing away anyone that was too slow to move with my new Veela strength. By the time I reached my destination I was dizzy again, but not because of her scent-because as a precaution from my Veela doing anything rash, should I smell her again, I held my breath the entire way over here. Inhaling the air for the first time since I left the compartment, it took only a second to stop being dizzy. I smiled to myself; I could easily get back without anything bad happening. I do that and I'll be able to prove to Blaise that I don't need him watching me. It was my Veela anyway-not his-I needed to know for myself what might happen if I wasn't careful. Not that I was anyway-I wasn't taking any chances.

The scent must've only been in the carriage my compartment was in-the 3rd one-because I couldn't even smell anything and I was only in the next one. I just had to hold my breath once I was about to go into the 3rd carriage. Simple. I got changed into my robes and then splashed some water on my face to calm down some slight nerves, then left the bathrooms. I was walking back towards my carriage taking in big breaths, savouring them until I had to hold it, when I passed some laughing second years. Their laughs were irritating and were grating on my nerves but as I was about to lash out at them, I was overwhelmed with a sweet, sweet smell. Sugar, cinnamon and the scent of flowers after the Spring morning's dew filled my nostrils and immediately I was calmed but at the same time was feeling energetic-it was like some sort of drug. Naturally, the most trusted side of me, the one that I knew like the back of my hand-my Wizard part-was scared out of his wits and was trying so hard not to be brushed to the back of my mind, like what was currently happening, and stay in control. But, my Veela wasn't going to let that happen even for a moment. It took over as the main part of my mind and my stomach seemed to flutter in nervousness. I had stopped walking in my daze, lifting my head up to get a bearing from where the smell is coming from; I sniffed the air like some sort of dog. I was pretty sure there was a grin on my face from where my cheeks were hurting, but I continued to walk forward in a trance and stopped in the middle of the corridor when I felt that the smell couldn't get any stronger. My eyes fluttered closed and I took in the biggest breaths as if my life depended on it. At the back of my mind I was mildly aware of someone saying something, probably talking to me because I could only vaguely make out 'Malfoy' even though it was more of a mumble. I was shaken out of my dazed when I was very rudely shoved very violently into the compartment behind me. Snapping my eyes to the offending person, I saw it was none other than the Weaslette. I quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back towards me so I could have some words with her, although I wasn't entirely so sure how that would work out because I wasn't in my Wizard frame of mind-but surely it couldn't make such a difference, could it? I was so dearly wrong.
"What was that Weasl-" I sneered, glaring at her, when suddenly the scent hit me full force again, this time stronger than ever before. I let out a cool breath against her shoulder as my eyes closed again and my smile appeared back on my face. It was a real battle now inside my head where the Wizard was so badly trying to gain control, having some sort of instinct that nothing was going to go well. This time, I was so dearly right.

"Let go of me Malfoy." Weaslette growled and she tried to struggle out of my grip. 'Feisty this one...' I thought sounding very pleased at the prospect. Instincts were telling me that she wasn't the one though, but I refused to listen to instincts instead focusing more on facts:
Fact one: She smelled great-fabulous-sexy and there was no way that she could fake that.
Fact two: She fit perfectly with the prophecy.
Fact three: She smelt amazing.

"Oh Merlin, I think I love you." I whispered in her ear. Her breathing hitched and I grinned to myself. So she felt it too? She was so mine...

"Malfoy, I'm not joking. Get. Off. Me. Now. There is something seriously wrong with you." She spat as she struggled even more against me.

"There's nothing wrong with me. I love you. Say you love me too..."

"I don't love you! Yes, you're deliciously handsome-but I love Harry! Now get off of me you freak!" Ginny confessed in such a voice that it sounded as if she was being tortured. Her face was red from anger and all her struggling but I hoped it wasn't from embarrassment. She was panting heavily but still, she never stopped trying to get free. She was a good fighter- I found myself liking that too.

"You may believe that, but I knowit's not true. You'll fall out soon and, when you do, I'll be waiting for you to accept that you return the feelings for me." I snapped, feeling less rejected that I think I should since she denied me. You'd think if your destined mate rejected you, then the gaping hole that's already in your heart would've widened-but it didn't. It didn't feel as though it'd been filled and it didn't feel as though it had gotten emptier. It was just...unaffected-which would mean something's wrong, right? "See you later Ginevra!" I sneered and stormed off fuming once again. I trudged my way back to Blaise, ignoring the sweet essence that lingered the entire way there, knowing who it belonged to and knowing how much she angered me. She irritated me even more than Blaise did and he was only trying to help me because he knew something like that would happen. Really, I knew that the only reason I was angry with them were the reasons that both my Father and the book told me; I was angry at Blaise because Veela's got angered and irritated quicker and easier than normal especially without their mate, and I got angry at Ginny because-no matter how little the Veela actually felt it-she denied me. That angered me-I was much better than the stupid Boy-Who-Lived.

I yanked the door open and sat on the bench in the corner quietly seething as Blaise gave me a knowing look. As quick as the Veela took over, I felt it fade to the back if my mind as the Wizard finally gained control again. Suddenly my anger turned into shock, regret, annoyance and disappointment and I fluidly stood up and forcefully kicked the bench as hard as I could, knowing that I wouldn't badly damage my foot. Another useful trait of a Veela. 'I should've obliviated her when I had the chance! Who knows whether she'd go blabbing to her stupid friends. Then what would everyone think?! Draco Malfoy has probably finally gone mad and is now proclaiming his love to Blood Traitors.'

This was harder than I imagined. Maybe I shouldn't have shot down Blaise's help so quickly...But it doesn't matter anyway now-if I just change my mind now it'll be seen as weakness. I'll just have to read those books as he suggested, and see if there is anything that I can do instead since there's nothing that wecould do. Does that make sense? Well, it does to me in my head; the Veela put the idea in my head and it just feels like instinct to follow it. Anyway, once the above leaves me no choice but to go crawling back to Blaise for help, which I hope it won't, I'll be going solo.

"No problems then?" Blaise inquired although it sounded as if he already knew.

"None at all." I growled, flickering my eyes to meet his for the first time since I re-entered.

He had the nerve to examine me for signs that he knew so well to tell whether I was lying, with a haughty expression on his face. He gave another knowing grin before transforming it into a mocking smirk, "Good then, I can see you don't need me. I think I might go 'round by myself and see what other 8th years that are returning-I hear we're the only Slytherin's back. Don't wait for me, I might not even return, you can get on the carriages by yourself since you can handle yourself so well." Blaise got up and with a mocking salute to me, left me by myself in the compartment. It was only then that I realised that he had changed into his uniform too. He probably was never going to return...

Not that I cared anyway. I had already decided that I'm doing this on my own, so I might as well get used to sorting myself out. I truly didn't need him...

But we're the only 8th year Slytherin's returning, huh?

No, no. It doesn't change anything. Slytherin's we're never ones to help each other out anyway, so it's only second nature to do it on my own. I know what he's trying to do anyway, but I won't give in that easily. He should know that my pride won't just roll over and let me ask for his help which was what he was trying to trick me into doing-I'm just too smart for that and I saw right through it, so if he really wants me to be tricked he needs to try harder. Besides, it's only a certain amount of time before Ginny realises that I was right and she comes crawling back to me.

"Ginny! Finally, Merlin what took you so long?!" I asked as soon as she ran in, hair all over the place, crazed expression in her eyes, panting heavily as she leaned against the compartment door as if some crazed murderer was after her.

"Where's Harry?" Ginny tried to ask casually but panic was evident in her voice. I observed her carefully, not once did she move from her position on the door but she looked close on the point of hysterical. Now, come to think of it, Ginny was close to resembling the Muggles that are in the horror movies that I watched one summer with my Muggle friends.

"He went to the toilets not long after you left, he said that he was also going to have a look 'round, apparently there aren't that many 8th years returning. Only 10, I heard." I replied cautiously. I heard her heave a large sigh and slide down the door to crouch on the floor.

"Malfoy is definitely back." She shakily replied. "And I think the War's made him go mental. He needs to have his own private suit in St Mungo's or something."

"What...happened Ginny?" I asked curiously. Since the War I hadn't heard much of Malfoy, which I suppose isn't so much of a bad thing, but I had never heard of anything regarding him going 'round the bend.

"You promise not to tell anyone? No one at all-most importantly not Harry and not Ron?" I nodded my head slowly and no sooner than I did, did she quickly jump from the floor and flew over to sit right next to me with wide eyes. She took a big breath and began explaining."Well, as you know I went to change my robes and on my way there...I came across him. He looked as if someone had cast the Imperious Curse on him, walking down the corridor in some sort of trance with a smile on his face-which is weird in itself because I've never seen Malfoy smile once and only 10 minutes ago he had the largest smile I'd ever seen. Not that it was a bad thing, I think he looked even more handsome than usual. But anyway, back to what happened. I was telling to shove it for practically 5 minutes as he was just stood there in the middle of the corridor blocking my way, but he showed no inclination that he heard me, so I shoved him out the way and it was as if that broke his trance. As I moved past him he grab me and pulled me back around so that I was facing him. It was like the old Malfoy had come back as he was about to insult me but then he didn't and he went all weird saying that he loved me and that he 'knows' I don't love Harry." She rambled on.

"You don't love Harry?"

"No! No, of course I do! Its-Its-Its just him 'Mione! I told you he's gone mental!"

"Well, I think it's best that we just forget about it. Knowing him, if someone had cursed him, as soon as he's released he'll try his hardest to forget too."

"No mentioning it to anyone either, remember?"

"I'm not exactly sure whether it'd be much use if I did tell someone anyway-but don't worry-I won't!"

"If he ever comes near me again I'll hex him so badly..." Ginny mumbled darkly to herself.

A/N- OK, so I know that Draco is definitely out of character at some points in the story, but let's remember that it's at those points that his Veela side is in control and so he wouldn't really be the same as he normally would, hence the random out bursts of OOC-ness.

Aw, poor Draco is in denial. He better realise that he needs Blaise as soon as possible because Fate is going to through everything it's got at him.