A/N- I'm just going to go ahead and tell you now that this is just basically another filler chapter.

But do you like the new cover photo for this story? I drew it myself :D Which is quite amazing for me, because I seriously have no artistic talents.

Blaise stopped outside the Eight Year common room, wondering how best to go about taking an unconscious Draco up into his own room again, without attracting too much attention to those inside. It looked like the both of them had both very clearly been in a fight, and the people inside could either think what they wanted or ask questions. If anything, it looked like Blaise had lost in whatever fight they think might've happened, as he was so much worse off than Draco was.

Draco had only a few bruises and tears in his robes, and even less cuts that covered his visible skin, which clearly indicated that some form of magic was at work as he had so much less that would be expected from the scuffle they had only around an hour ago. Blaise, on the other hand, was sporting a long pink scar where his recently healed injury was; his back felt extremely bruised, he had a killer headache (of about the same intensity of Draco's) and parts of his robes were torn and singed.

Blaise just huffed, fed up already of thinking up excuses for Draco, and dragged him into the common room, preparing himself to answer the questions as they came. As the door opened, he heard a small amount of laughter and chatter coming from the only two people left in the room, but as they saw him dragging Draco, they became silent. They didn't say anything, but curiosity filled the air. This was the second time in two days that they saw Malfoy's unconscious body being dragged by Blaise up the stairs, to leave him there until he woke up. Blaise didn't bother saying anything to them as he made it around the chairs and sofas, choosing to focus on the fact that injuries that should've been on Draco outside the tower were suddenly appearing as if he was being attack by an invisible force. Big purple and blue bruises were appearing on the exposed skin on his arms where his sleeves had risen up, few cuts marred his fading Dark Mark and face. A noticeable bump was growing at the back of his head and scratch marks were forming on his throat; this only solidified Blaise's idea that the Tower had some sort of charm on it to cancel the effects of his Veela.

Blaise was just on the first step of the staircase, when Harry spoke out. "What did he do now?" He asked curiously, but not concerned for Malfoy. Blaise was considering just making up a poor excuse about getting into a fight with some seventh years, but before he could, Neville decided that he wanted to comment on the situation.

"Looks like it's becoming a habit of his- being unconscious."

"Is he sick?" Harry asked, stepping forward from Neville towards the two Slytherins.

"Not really my place to answer any of that, Potter." Blaise said in a firm voice that said there were to be no more questions.

"Well what about you then? You look just as bad as him." Neville asked, hoping to get some answers of their strange trip to the library.

"My condition is intertwined with the state of Malfoy, and so, once again, it's not my place to say." He said a bit more firmly, and the two boys left it at that and Blaise continued going up the stairs. He stopped outside his white door, took out his key (that transformed into a fox), dragged Draco in, and, for the second time that week, threw Draco onto his bed. Once Draco was lying there properly, and not hanging halfway off the bed, Blaise got a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote Draco a note for when he woke up, leaving it on the bedside table where he would clearly see it. Closing the door behind him, after gathering everything he needed for his afternoon classes, Blaise made his way back down the stairs to wait in the common room until it was time to go to Potions with the other Eighth Years. Just as he reached the bottom step, he had to pause momentarily because it seemed that his concussion had caught up with him and was making him dizzy and sick. Instead of just sitting there, he decided to go see Madam Pomfrey, get a Pepper-up Potion for himself and perhaps one for Malfoy, then maybe go back to the library and get those damned books that Draco was supposed to get before everything went wrong. He just hoped that Hermione had left with her friends and she'd take his warning and never mention it again.

"You seemed to have healed your head to a good standard, there's nothing more I can do for you with that. Apply that paste to your back every two hours if you can, and the bruising should be almost completely gone by tomorrow, same goes for the Burn-Healing Paste." The Medi-Witch, Madam Pomfrey said as she handed Blaise a pot of thick, yellow paste. "Now, the Pepper-Up Potion will only calm the effects of your concussion slightly, so if it starts to get worse you come straight back here. Understand?" Blaise only nodded as he placed the pot of Bruise-Healing Paste in his robe pocket. "How is it that you managed to get into this state anyway, Mr Zabini?" She asked, eyeing the burnt and torn pieces of his robes.

Instead of answering the question asked by the Professor, Blaise merely evaded it and asked a question of his own. "Is there a chance that I might be able to get another pot of this Bruise-Healing Paste, another dose of Pepper-Up Potion and maybe even a couple of doses of a Calming Draught."

Although there was a lack of any name in what Blaise said about what he wanted, Madam Pomfrey wasn't completely stupid; as Medi-Witch, she had to keep on top of everything happening at Hogwarts-that included knowing what Veelas were capable of and that a certain eighth year student was half. In addition, she knew that there most probably wasn't any reason for Blaise to ask for that many healing potions or paste just for himself when there wasn't any reason for him to; and she knew that the Malfoys and Zabinis were close. "I'm going to tell you this now Mr Zabini, giving Mr Malfoy a Calming Draught will not help him at all, even if you do manage to get it down his throat."

"What do you mean it won't-" Blaise started to ask confused, before the Professor interrupted.

"Mr Malfoy is part Veela, is he not? That's how you've gotten your injuries; I presume that you know of his inheritance."

"I do. But, how did you know of the cause of my injuries or even about the Malfoy inheritance?"

"The burn mark is a handprint, I don't know of anything else that could've caused that. You'll also find that every Professor in this school knows of Mr Malfoy as a precaution for whatever problem he may or may not cause. Now, about the Calming Draught; there is no potion that has, as of yet, been created to calm down a Veela's protective instincts- you'll find that even the Veela itself won't be able to do anything about it. A Calming Draught calms ones emotional...turmoil, which is not what he is suffering from and even then, it does not work on magical creatures, I assure you. I understand though, that a charm to quell all magical creatures' magic has been placed on the Eighth Year Common Room, and so that'll only make his injuries show whilst he is in there, once he's out they'll just vanish again." She stated as she looked through some student files in a cabinet by her desk. After a pause, she inquired curiously, "Does he have a head injury?" If so, that'd be the only thing she's be able to help with. She wanted to help all the students in the school when they were sick or hurt- it was in her caring nature -but there was only so much that she would be able to do for Draco, everything else was up to what he did.

Blaise nodded. "He has a small bump forming on the back of his head."

Madam Pomfrey tutted at the condition of the two boys and pulled out a bottle labelled, 'Eva Darlington's Head Calmer' in large blue letters and handed it to Blaise. He looked at it curiously, turning the bottle over in his hands. "Created by the sister of the person who invented the Calming Draught. This," She said as she pointed to the smaller blue writing at the back of the bottle that said 'For the use of magical creatures listed here: Goblins, House-Elves, Leprechauns, Dragons (excludes Romanian Longhorn, Chinese Fireball, Ukrainian Ironbelly and Hungarian Horntail), Mermaids, Giants, Trolls, Werewolves and Veelas (including half-breeds). IS NOT TO BE USED ON WIZARDS OR WITCHES THAT ARE NOT CROSSED WITH A MAGICAL CREATURE.' "Is, as you can see, for magical creatures. It, however is only to be used this once, as it is highly addictive. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Professor. But, what does it do exactly?"

"It will soothe his headache of course-much more effective than having a Pepper-Up Potion unfortunately for us. His Veela healing will cure the cuts and bruises but not his concussion-this will do it for him. Make sure he knows that he's not allowed to have any more than one spoonful." She said very firmly. Blaise nodded again and pocketed the Head Calmer as well, said thanks and goodbye to the Medi-Witch and left the Hospital Wing.

After he left the Hospital Wing, Blaise went back to the library to pick up three different books on magical creatures that had at least a page on the qualities and characteristics of Veelas. He didn't exactly know what books would be help for Draco; Blaise only looked at the contents page and index, skipped to the pages mentioned and then decided whether he wants to check the book out from the library. However, after a while of just flicking through books, he was bored and only looked at the contents and index and decided whether he wanted them or not from the page numbers mentioned; he no longer bothered to check the information contained. Then, he went back to his room in the common room (where Draco was still asleep on his bed), added a bit more to the note that he had previously left, put the three books underneath the note and placed the bottle of Head Calmer behind the note. Blaise sincerely hoped that Draco heeded the addiction warning both on the back of the bottle and note. He was just considering Rennervating Draco, but when he heard the others yelling at each other downstairs to hurry up or they'll be late to class, he flew down the stairs and out the door with everybody else.

'What's Malfoy doing?' Hannah asked me as she nudged me with her elbow and nodded to the person in question, who we could just about see sliding down the bookshelf to the floor.

'I don't know, but I don't think he'd want us interfering. Don't worry about him.' I told her, quickly brushing off any conversation that'd be centred on the strange antics of Malfoy.

'Who's Malfoy staring at?' Susan asked as she watched him stare intently at a person who was hidden from us.

'Well it's not us, so don't worry about it.' I said, not even sparing him a look.

Don't worry about him.

Don't worry about it.

'What a hypocrite.' I thought as I went through the library fiasco in my head whilst I waited for my potion to finish brewing. 'If I said not to worry to Susan and Hannah, why am I worrying myself about it now? If I said not to worry, why then, did I look at him myself when I heard him groaning in the library? Why did I scan the library from my seat to see what could be causing him the pain that I saw in his eyes? Did I approach him for the sole reason to help Ginny, or was there something else?' As I thought further into what happened, my eyes flickered over to Zabini who was sitting, waiting for his potion to finish, on the opposite side of the classroom.

'If you know what's good for you Granger, you'll stay down and mention this to no one.'

Mention what, exactly? The whole incident-or just their fight? Or the fact that I was the only one to notice that there were scorch marks on the floor outside the library, not mentioning that there were also some bloodstains? And the tiny black feather I saw before a gust of wind swept it away, just as I was about to pick it up.

I was keen to figure out what was going on with the two Slytherins this year, but I couldn't even begin to research anything just based on what I'd seen. There was too little evidence...

What Ginny had said about Slytherins ('I doubt Slytherin's even have friends-if they were looking for a fight I don't think any of them would refuse. No matter any of that self-preservation crap they go on about') made it a plausible answer as to why they just suddenly started attacking and riling each other up. She was right about worrying more about Zabini though-Malfoy didn't even have so much as a scratch on him when they tumbled out of the library. I could only wonder what it was all about as no one could give me a solid answer; only two people definitely knew. Zabini told me to leave it and so if I pestered him for an explanation, he wouldn't give away anything; and it wasn't as if Malfoy would be so forthcoming with information for me.

The scorch marks? Well, they could've easily started a fiendfyre, or just thrown fire from the tips if their wands-maybe even used a piece of Dark Magic that involved fire.

The blood part of the problem was simple. They were in a fight after all; they could've easily been injured and spilt their blood on the floor. Most likely Zabini's from the gash on his head from the book. 'Probably went to the Hospital Wing to get it repaired before class.' I concluded as I noticed the pink scar on the side if his head.

And the feather? There were open arches near the library and we are in the countryside, a loose feather from a crow or raven could've easily been blown inside.

There was nothing overly unnatural about any of the things I found.

I shouldn't be looking anywhere or thinking about anything but my potion, or I could risk getting a detention from Mr-no nonsense-Cassidy, the new Potions Master, but I couldn't help myself. Zabini is keeping a secret from all of us and clearly, Malfoy has some big involvement in it. That's, after all, why Malfoy wasn't in class now. Either that, or his fight with Zabini had been discovered and Malfoy was whisked away to see the Headmistress because he was pummelling Zabini to the floor. But there was the case of Ginny and Malfoy-why was he so-

"Miss Granger, I suggest you stop daydreaming and save your fascinating thoughts for when you're not in my class, unless you want your potion to go wrong and you'd have to sit out with-" His eyes shifted over to Ron, Lavender and, strangely enough, Padma, who were all sitting at the back (where all the desks were unused as there were only nine people in the room), twiddling their thumbs. "Them for the rest of the lesson." He said it as if they were vile creatures, which, as I had come to realise, was what he probably thought. It didn't matter who we were in the Wizarding World- a third of the Golden Trio, Harry bloody Potter or perhaps the one who killed Nagini-he hated you all the same. Like our old DADA teacher, Professor Umbridge, he did not like children one bit. Which was a bit ironic, considering he was extremely young himself, only looking like he was around two years younger (and less rugged) than Lupin was when he became our Third Year DADA Professor. If he didn't have such a sour personality-like forcing people to stop working on their potions as soon as they did one thing wrong, even if it was by accident, for instance-I'd even go so far to say that he was rather handsome. He was tall, easily towering over everybody in the room, but he wasn't lanky; he had messy, light chestnut brown hair with a fringe that partially covered his green eyes and a light tan to his skin. The other problem was that the permanent frown on his face didn't make his features look as handsome as they should've. I stopped my thinking quickly and returned to fixing my gaze and thoughts on nothing else but my potion, which was tedious, and my thoughts were constantly trying to wander. Professor Cassidy didn't like you to reply to him when he told you something, whether you were responding to what he said to you with a 'Yes, or no, Professor' or not. Rules had been quickly established in the first five minutes of the beginning of class, and everyone soon felt that he was worse than Snape when he was alive.

It didn't matter how close we were to his age, we were still students and we still had to abide to his strict rules to a 'T'.

"I mean, I don't understand what the bloody hell is going through his head. It's extremely terrifying not knowing what he's going to do next in his state of madness! Did he seem...strange on the carriage? I saw you talking to him," I whispered to Luna when Professor Roswell turned to the next person in the queue for revising how to battle Boggarts.

Luna's eyes seemed to twinkle, but if she found something particularly interesting, she refrained from voicing it. "I think he's acting perfectly natural and in no way did he seem strange on the carriage to me. There's no need to worry, he's just got some problems he needs to sort out."

"Damn right he does," I said scowling at the mere memory of it. "That boy's got a lot of nerve telling me that he 'knows' I love him and he loves me, then believing that Harry and I are going to split up? He may have caught me off guard then and in the library, but next time I see him he's got a Bat-Bogey Hex coming his way- that I can promise you."

"Maybe he just confused you with someone else?" Luna innocently suggested. I scoffed at the thought- he confused me with someone else? The thought was laughable. He knew exactly whom he was talking to.

"Oh please, he knew it was me. He called me...Ginevra," I managed to grit out, not liking my proper name. Luna just kept on smiling innocently at me, but in her eyes, I could vaguely see that it wasn't what she literally meant. However, if what she said wasn't to be taken as literally as I had taken it-, which seemed how anyone normal would've taken it -how else was I meant to think about what she said? There is no other way, I'm sure of it. Luna was strange and so not many people took notice of what she said, especially when she's going on about her imaginary creatures, and I can't say that I'm different, because in this case, I'm not. Sure, she was in Ravenclaw- the House known for their intelligence and wit -but sometimes she just said stupid things, like Malfoy 'mistaking' me for someone else.

It was far from logical, but I'm sure she believed quite the opposite.

Nothing was making sense anymore.

Malfoy was claiming that I loved him and he loved me- that just wasn't right in itself. And fighting Blaise? Yes, he had a small height advantage over him and I guess that it clearly helped since he had no more than a scratch from what I saw, but it still didn't much sense- no matter what I told Hermione. If they really wanted to fight, they would've used their wands- not their fists. And those eyes, those eyes that were so dark they almost looked black and you couldn't help but hold the gaze. It was as if you could do anything except look away, which is exactly what you would desperately want to do because it felt like he could see what you were thinking. Like there were no barriers between our two minds.

The quicker Hermione finds out what the hell is wrong with him, the sooner I can stop feeling paranoid about him and what his motives are...

I groaned, but quickly stopped, as hard as it was, because it just made my head worse. I looked around the room that was becoming more familiar than my own, which I have yet to step in to. Out of the corner of my eye I could see three books piled on the bedside with their spines facing, a bottle sat on top with a spoon next to it and a piece of paper with my name written in big letters across the front. I tried to sit up, but that was clearly the worse decision I could've made as the room started to spin and my eyelids drooped, being in the verge of passing out. I slowly put my head back on the pillow and once I stopped being dizzy, I stretched my arm out to try to grab the note without moving much. After knocking my arm accidentally against the bedside table and letting out a strangled groan because of the large bruise there, I managed to pick up the paper and, after picking up my wand from my pocket, I charmed the paper to read what it said to me.

'Before I lecture you on how much of a good friend I am because I saved your sorry arse from the library, I believe a congratulations is in order.

A big congrats to Mr Draco Malfoy, who is one if the few rare Veelas that have the ability to throw fire from their hands. If you don't believe me, maybe you can check out my burnt robes or the marks on the floor outside the library. Oh, and another congratulations-your wings their lovely, although, mind you, they slow you down a bit and well done for staying in 'control' for at least ten minutes when your Veela obviously wanted to take over.

I don't know whether you can remember what happened-my knowledge isn't very good on the minds of Veelas- but in case you don't, I'll include a short little summary for you:

We went to the library to get a book. We left the library without said book. Overall, the trip to the library was completely pointless. That's basically the gist of it; of course, there were some minor details that happened in between. You got a book- a particularly thick looking one at that- and whacked it against your head, you can blame that for some of your headache. Next, you crumpled to the floor, scratching your throat, which is why there are red claw marks there and then you gave up your entire control (which I had mentioned earlier that you managed to keep for ten minutes). You then proceeded to scare Weaslette to the other side of the room, which made Granger start to approach you for whatever reason. You started to get angry; I saw the wings start to protrude from your back, your hands were burning and I started a fight with you to get you out of the library. Not the best idea considering you were beyond angry and as I said, I saw firsthand those wings and fireballs of yours, and your injuries should show you just how intense it was. I was the most cause of your concussion though, but it had to be done. I slammed you to the floor once and, after four Stupefy's, you finally collapsed, again, knocking your head on the floor. You can stop worrying about whether anyone discovered your hard kept secret, because no one has. I dragged you back here before anyone could see you and left you in my room again. Anyway, we are all in class now, so you, you lucky bastard, are having a lovely day off from your first classes.

I should mention that once you get out of the Tower, all your cuts, bruises and scratches will disappear as there is a certain charm on the Tower to stop your natural magic healing you, but that headache will stay with you. The bottle next to this note should cure the headache for you. However, be careful Draco, I've read the warnings on the back. If you take too much of this; it is addictive and if you have too much you can say goodbye to your future heirs, your 'gorgeous' blond hair or that 'handsome face' of yours because it'll all be ruined, amongst other things that I can't be bothered to explain on this note. A teaspoon is ALL you're allowed to have, understand me Malfoy?

I'm such a good friend to you...
I went back to the library after dumping you here and got you three books that had at least a bit of information about Veelas. But let's get one thing straight- even if these books prove to be absolutely no help to you whatsoever, you are NOT allowed to leave the Tower and go to the library yourself. You can go get your Mother's book, leave this room to go into yours, go downstairs into the common room and order the House-Elves to get you food from the kitchens-but you are not leaving the Tower.

Have fun,
Blaise.

"Fucking Zabini." I grumbled under my breath as I scrunched up the note and threw it across the room before fumbling for the spoon and bottle on the bedside table once again. Pushing through the agony in the hopes that it would be relieved shortly, I sat myself up in the bed and opened the bottle of Head Calmer. I brought the bottle close to my nose and took a big whiff of the indigo potion inside. "Mmm..." I moaned. If it tasted as good as it smelled, it was no wonder that it was addictive. It smelt like a fresh, fruit cocktail; apples, oranges, pineapples, cherries, watermelons and just a bit of coconut. This smelt absolutely divine, but it only made me keep comparing it to the scent of Ginny. My eyes almost fluttered close at the thought of it, but I quickly stopped myself as I realised how stupid and sappy I was being. I have no intention of talking to her if what Blaise said was true, that I scared her away in the library. And Granger? What was her reason for approaching me? 'If only I knew...Isn't she supposed to be near enough impossible to distract when she's researching?' I thought. I shrugged. I couldn't care less what the mudblood was doing as long as she didn't come too near me. I levitated the spoon and poured as much of the potion as I could onto the teaspoon before stoppering it and placing it back on the table; I grabbed the handle of the floating spoon and swallowed the equally sweet tasting substance. I moaned as it slid down my throat and I instantly felt better. I reached for the bottle again, but then my eyes moved to look at the scrunched up ball of paper lying on the floor, and I slowly retracted my hand back to my side. Contrary to what some people might think, I'd rather like to have children one day because I'm not a complete heartless git, although I would feel extremely sorry for the Malfoy heirs for being at least a third-Veela. Why would I want to put them through something like that? Why would I want them to experience what I am? 'Well, unless I want something bad to happen again, I guess it's time for me to read up on what I am.'

I reached over with ease now and picked up the book that was on the top of the pile, which was clearly the thickest, looking like it contained around 2000 pages of information. It was a bit of a struggle to lift the book over to onto my lap, as I'd been told before already; the room erased any of my magical qualities from being part Veela. 'An A-Z Encyclopaedia of Magical Creatures From Europe.' The title read. I flipped the book over and flicked through the last pages until I came to the heading of 'V' and easily found Veela, which was just under Vampire, on a list of only two creatures. "Page 1987. Hmm...Quite close to the end." I muttered to myself as I quickly found page 1987 before my face dropped. It was only a page of information and someone had ripped the top half out of the book. "Idiots!" I cursed. The only bit of information left was about marriage and bonding to a Veela. It wasn't exactly the thing I was looking for in these books, but the last owner of it left me no choice but to read it. 'After all,' I tried to think positively, I'll need to know this-eventually-maybe-hopefully.'

'Contrary to popular belief, a Veela has no fangs- that quality is distinct to Vampires (see pages 1981-86) - although a Veela does claim its mate as theirs, it is through a different method that isn't entirely known.

Bonding as Veela and Mate can either occur before marriage, or during it; although if it does happen before, they'll be required to bond a second time during the marriage ceremony to ensure that it's still strong and functioning properly as explained in the top paragraphs (The Powers of a Veela and Its Mate). The bonding of a Veela is very simple, but it holds very complicated magic that has yet to be understood, in both the ways that it works and the ways that it is created. Bonding is when both are claimed to each other, but this could prove to be fatal for the Veela because, if the full consent of the Mate is not present during it, the Veela will die of heartbreak due to the ruined bond. To bond Veela and Mate even closer to each other, blood from each participant is required and it is to be conducted by a Seer who is able to confirm that the Mate is most definitely theirs before they are bonded eternally to each other. It is a well-kept secret of Veelas about what exactly occurs during the important ceremony- as said in the paragraph above- and so not much information can be divulged about it.

At the marriage to a Veela, however, more information has been found. It is very similar to the wedding of a normal Wizards or Muggles, although, there is more complicated magic being used, and it has been proven that the style of magic used transfers a fraction of different parts of that Mates/Veelas personality to the other. This could lead either the Mate or Veela to become more spiteful, for instance, or cleverer. Other spells are also used during marriage, and again, it is magic that has yet to be completely understood in how it works and is created, but one of the spells is known to intensify their magical (spell wise) strength and prowess.

'No wonder all those girls wanted to be my Mate...' I thought as I thought back to during the holidays when I was being introduced to the Pureblooded girls. From what it said, it seemed that bonding to and marrying a Veela had more benefits than not- for the Mate anyway as the Veela had the looming possibility that it could die, but it wasn't so bad. I was about to close the book and place back on the table where I got it from, when I realised that my hand was covering another small paragraph at the bottom. I moved it away, and with curiosity, read the last bit of information.

'From observing a Veela and Mate after marriage as research into their somewhat secretive lives, Dr Nathanial Roberts from St Mungo's Hospital, had found a small amount of evidence that around a month after marriage, both Veela and Mate start to become broody which only worsens as time passes without the female of the pair being pregnant. However, the instinctive feeling will affect the Mate more and not the actual Veela, for reasons mentioned in the paragraph titled 'The Powers of a Veela and Its Mate.'

Not really knowing what to think of the last piece on information, I closed the book, placed it back on the table, and reached for the one that was under it. It was much, much thinner and shorter in height than the Encyclopaedia, only looking like it held no more than 500 pages. 'Nymphs, Sirens and Veelas.' Hoping that this would be more helpful than the half a page I read, I opened the book to the contents page and went to the page number next to the sub-heading, 'Veela'. The book was quite misleading though, as although it looked like it contained a very good amount of information about the three creatures mentioned in the title from the outside, the words on the page was made up of large titles, many pictures and the information was in a big font as well, but it was also brief and mostly filled with things that I already knew.

'Veelas are beautiful and entrancing creatures that originate from Bulgaria. Most of the population are female but there are a few males. There is at least one difference between a male and female Veela, which is:

The males have wings hidden in their backs, with no noticeable indications on the skin that the wings are underneath. When the Veela is angry, or is protecting its Mate, the wings will appear automatically and disappear once the Veela has calmed down or eliminated the threat; however, a Veela may be able to discover how to make the wings appear and disappear at will. The wings start off as pure black, but as they become closer to their Mate, they begin to turn white, changing colour completely when they have bonded successfully.

Veelas are able to shoot balls of fire from their hands when, again, they're angry or in a protective state, but it does not necessarily mean that a Veela has its wings out and fire in its hands at the same time. This is a rare trait to both the male and female Veela- rarer than the birth of a male Veela- but there have been some recorded incidents of a Veela shooting fire from its hands. A Veela also has enhanced senses (sight, hearing, taste, touch and smell) which are a part of its animalistic instinct for survival and search for its Mate.

At birth, every Veela is blessed with a destined Mate. Before their 18th birthday, a Veela must find their Mate and bond with them or they will die of heartbreak. Many laws protect Veelas, so it is an almost literal meaning when it is said that they must do anything that they can to win the Mate's heart, however, there is no law in place that rids the Mate of their freedom and forces them to be with the Veela. Another problem of being Veela and Mate means that if the Mate happens to die, the Veela will also. But, if the Veela dies the Mate will still continue to live.'

'Great, so either way, I am dead.' I thought sarcastically to myself as I finished reading all the not-so-useful information that was contained in the large text that covered around about fifteen pages. Looking at a good thing about the last thing that I just read, was that, although Ginny had been in dangerous situations before, she hadn't been in as many as some of the other Gryffindors, which meant that my chances of dying were considerably greater than if I was destined to be with, say Granger for example, who A) Is a mudblood and is wanted dead by the remaining followers of Voldemort because she shouldn't be allowed to have magic. B) Is part of the Golden Trio and is wanted dead by the remaining followers of Voldemort for defeating him and, lastly, C) Is, again, part of the Golden Trio and so is almost always in a dangerous situation. Tossing that book back on the table, I picked up the last one that was, although taller and thicker than the last book; it wasn't as thick or tall as the first. I placed it on my lap, once again, and looked at the title with more hope than I had with the last two. 'Magical Creatures Native to Bulgaria'. I opened the book and quickly turned to the pages on Veelas towards the back, thanking my lucky stars that the author of this book (Erik Aleksandrov), seemed to know what he was talking about. I looked at each different sub-title, automatically disregarding the ones that I was sure that I already knew about, such as 'The Traits of a Veela', and went straight to an interesting paragraph, 'First Meetings and Touches-The Mate:'

'When the Mate first meets their Veela, nothing as dramatic happens to the Mate as it does to the Veela, but there is a slight shift in their thoughts and relationship, no matter whether the Veela has come into its inheritance or not at that time. A strong connection is immediately established between Mate and Veela, and, although the Mate may or may not feel it, the Veela- as mentioned in the paragraph above- will feel as if there is some kind of pull, always trying to bring them together. The Mate will be filled with a natural sense of curiosity about the Veela, whether they notice the change or not is yet to be discovered, but they will almost always be thinking about them, although the thoughts are not necessarily good ones and can be hateful.

A similar reaction to when the Veela first smells its Mate happens at their first touch, however, the consequence to the Mate is definite. No experts on Veelas are entirely sure what is the cause of the reaction, but there are two main theories that they agree on:

There is a belief that because a Veela contains more magic than just a witch or wizard, when the Veela touches its Mate (only on the occasion that the Mate isn't a Veela or part Veela) a big surge of magic passes into the witch or wizard and causes them to promptly faint.

The other main belief is that certain emotions may be present when the Mate is touched, and so a great quantity of emotion is passed into the witch or wizard and, combined with the Mate's own emotions, it is thought to be too much for them the first time and again, causes them to faint-'

"No, no this can't be true. There must be different results for each Veela and Mate. No, I'm so sure it's her! How could it not be?" I thought stubbornly as he closed the book, but kept his finger on the page that he was reading. It had to be Ginny. She had the scent- the scent of my Mate and she fit the prophecy. Who else could it be when the clues are so definite. It certainly isn't anyone else- nothing strange has happened while I was around anyone else. It's her. Definitely her without a shadow of doubt.

'But it's not her, obviously. You touched her on the train, and did she faint? No, she didn't. She was struggling against you- that means, clearly, she was conscious. If she was struggling to get away from you, does that mean that there is some kind of pull between you? No. Forget it Draco, it's not her- you got it wrong. You've been completely fooled by the youngest Weasley. I had a small nagging feeling that it wasn't her.' The Veela part of my brain was saying as I desperately tried to forget the sinking truth- except it wasn't the truth at all. The truth had evidence to show that it clearly was the honest truth, but this was just an illusion. It seemed like the truth- as if it was real - but it wasn't. It was far from-

"Illusions are tricky to understand."

"Damn right they are Lovegood." I muttered to myself as I remembered what she had told me. Did she know that I was trying to say Ginny's name and that I was under the illusion that she was my Mate? Or was just a piece of advice that coincidentally applied to the situation I was in now? Maybe she wasn't even talking about my Mate, maybe she was talking about something else? I tried to remember what we were talking about on the carriage, but I couldn't. It was just a blur...

That girl was tricky to understand, but I knew that I needed to talk to her soon. What else could she know? There was just too much to think about, too much to try understand and too many questions to think about answering without knowing the answers. 'One more paragraph and that'll be it for the day. I'll go in my room after this for the first time, and I'll just stay there for the rest of the day. I can't be bothered to face their stupid questions now, that can wait for tomorrow. Now what one looks most interesting...?'

'After Bonding, Does Anything Special Happen to the Mate:

Yes. The Bonding Ceremony of a Veela and Mate is a well-kept secret, but it is widely known that it happens. After they are eternally bonded, it has been thought by a few people and in one or two cases even been proved, that some Veela qualities appear in the Mate. Not enough traits to consider the Mate itself a Veela- especially if it wasn't before -but enough to show that they're not completely a non-magical creature. It has been shown that, quite like the Veela, their eyes change from their original colour to black when they are feeling possessive, lust or anger. If the Mate is bonded to a Veela that has the rare power to shoot fire from their hands, then that will also be found in the Mate- but only a weaker form of it. The Mate will also share the quality of being able to transfer all their angry energy into another object- inanimate or not. '

'Wait-wait-wait! Instead of transforming into some sort of-of- thing, I could just put my anger into someone else? This is probably the only useful trait I have...' I thought as I closed the book, stood up, left the room, opened my own using the ferret-key, and laid on the bed thinking about everything I'd learnt and thought about in the past 2 hours.

A/N-Sorry for the shitty chapter, but it was quite hard trying to come up with original pieces of Veela information that is not usually in other Veela stories. Nevertheless, I hope that it's satisfactory.

I hope that the new Potions Master sounds worse than Snape. I was trying to make him absolutely unbearable but, yeah, it wasn't really working out for me.

I was just wondering if any of you lovely people have ever read either, 'Siren' or 'What's Left of Me'? I would like to know what you think of them if you have read them, because I'm reading them at the moment.

Wooo! Thanks everyone we've hit just one over than 100 follows for this story! A Happy New Year to you all- sorry it's a bit late, I had to finish this chapter first :3

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