A/N- Sorry it took a while for this update again! How long was it this time? I can't even remember! Haha! So here it is! Don't get too excited, it's a bit of a cliffhanger!

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When most people are kissed, they say that either there's an explosion or there isn't. Usually, that's how they decide whether they know that it's true love.

And in this kiss, I couldn't deny that there was an explosion. You would've had to be dead not to notice it.

However, I severely doubt that they experience the sort of explosion that I did. Because this explosion, was neither an explosion of butterflies in my stomach nor was it an explosion of fireworks or feelings.

None of those.

This explosion – nay, eruption – was the sort of feeling that you get as the Apocalypse is happening.

It was a multitude of different things going wrong as they happened or expecting them even before they did.

The first wrong thing was the fact that my lips were pressed against some Fifth Year's, whose name I had only just remembered moments ago, and yet I already decided that I hated him more than Malfoy.

There wasn't even a weird charm to Innes's arrogance. It was straight up, plain snobbish arrogance that had only seemed to increase, as he had gotten older.

The second thing was that I was unable to detach myself from his grip. His hands held me so tightly that it rather hurt and in such a way that I was unable to shake him off.

Then it was that I suspected that this was nothing more than a revenge plot against Malfoy, though I had no idea what this had to with anything. Other than "breaking" into their common room, what else had he done to warrant such an absurd thing? It wasn't even as if Malfoy liked me enough to get angry over something like this.

What was Innes thinking?

The next thing that was wrong was the shouting in the background, a familiar voice shouting words that I never expected to come from his mouth. However, his words were soon mingled with Zabini's shouts, creating a mass of noise that made it difficult to decipher correct words.

It appeared that Innes knew exactly what he was doing, the intelligent brat. It was a shocker how he wasn't placed in Slytherin.
The biggest problem however, was the fact that (though they could be daydreams because Malfoy is there when they happen. Therefore, it could jolly well be Dream Invasion if it still works the same on daydreams) Innes's lips just weren't...the same as Malfoy's - if they are real memories - although I have no idea why'd I'd let him kiss me willingly.

They just weren't as soft, as plump as Malfoy's. They didn't have the same shape, give the same thrill – cloud my thoughts like what happens whenever Malfoy touches me in these experiences.

Then, something happened that I could never have prepared myself for.

There was no other way that I could describe it.

Jayson Innes was ripped from me (thank Merlin) and though it happened so fast that I didn't actually see what happened as much as I felt it, the rush of wind indicated that he was easily thrown across the hall like a Quaffle.

I'm sure I wasn't the only one who heard a sickening crack.

My eyes quickly caught on to what was happening. Since having to be on constant alert during the War, especially when a fight broke out and I was momentarily dazed, my eyes now adjusted to my surroundings quickly. Moreover, what I saw not only shocked me but Dorothy as well – her screaming "Good Heavens!" and me turning around to see her run to find another portrait to hide in.

Though I may have not liked Innes for his awful revenge tactic, I feared for him as I saw the back of something that frightfully resembled Malfoy in my dreams, attacking him in such ways that it was almost definite that the boy would not see a new day.
Nevertheless, that was impossible. Seconds ago, Malfoy was standing just in front of Dorothy with Zabini, looking as he always did – bored and completely uninterested with what I do.

However, turning around, neither of them was there anymore.

How did they move so quickly?

Where were they?

The monster couldn't possibly be Malfoy, could it? Or Zabini for that matter.

A drew my wand quickly and held it tightly by my side, ready to use it if the monster ever came a step near me. Ready to use it if the monster doesn't stop attacking the boy in less than a minute.

Neither of them have wings I'm sure!

Well apart from Malfoy in my dreams – That doesn't count! They're not real! My imagination!

Goddamn where did they go? Did they honestly expect me to be able to deal with this by myself!

Suddenly, the monster in front shifted and I staggered back a few steps as I saw his white blonde hair and pointed face. It would've taken an idiot not to be able to recognise it as Draco Malfoy.

So, this was it.

My dreams showed me what Draco Malfoy truly was. They showed the truth, just as the bittersweets insinuated.

But what was he exactly? I'd never seen anything like it.

I'd never seen something with wings that changed colour as the days went on; never seen any wizard that evenhad wings unless they'd be cursed; never seen anything with such speed or strength.

Moreover, were his hands on fire?

My eyes widened when I realised that it truly was fire in his hands and he was looking like he was about to throw it at Innes. I was even more flustered when I realised that I knew exactly what kind of damage he could do with it.

And that's when I realised.

I'd only seen someone shoot fire from their hands once before. There was only one other person who acted as fast as Malfoy, that seemed to be stronger than she should.

Fleur Weasley.

And there was only one thing that made her different to other witches and wizards.

Fleur was part Veela.

I'd only ever seen her very angry when Bill had drunkenly started to pretend to be in love with me as part of all the boys' joke. Fleur clearly didn't see any fun in it and actually got extremely jealous, and I saw fire appear in her hands. That was when Bill "sobered up" and took her to the side to calm her down.

The world spun around me. All thoughts and worries about Innes's welfare disappeared from my mind; all thoughts about Malfoy's fire hands vanished, and the only thing that kept bouncing around in my head was six words:

Draco Lucius Malfoy is a Veela.

And of course that meant his whole family were Veela's too because I remember studying Veelas in Fourth Year and reading that it was strictly a hereditary gene.

That's why he checked out all those books on Veelas!

That's why there were bittersweets in the dream!

With a gasp, I tried with much difficulty to block all thoughts of Draco being a Veela from my mind. To try to make it easier, I busied my mind with creating tasks.

Task one: If Malfoy was- Where was Zabini?

I looked around me, trembling slightly. Zabini would know how to handle this. No doubt he knew that Malfoy was part Veela. He'd probably know how to remove him from Innes (who I saw, looking a bit closer, was weakly – compared to Malfoy – fighting him off), what spells to use to attack him if there were any specific ones.

I knew he was somewhere though. He had to be. There was no way that he'd abandon his friend when he was like this. I belatedly realised that there was shouting coming from somewhere, and I was sure that I could just about recognise the voice as Zabini's over all the shouting.

I jumped moments later, when I felt a hand on my right shoulder. I looked to the side and saw that he had somehow materialised next to me. His wand was out too, and his stance was defensive and though he looked almost as panicked as I was, he was slightly calmer. I remembered with a start that he had what looked like to be a less violent version of this scuffle with Malfoy in the library no more than a few weeks ago. There was no doubt in my mind now that Zabini knew what to do.

He did something then, after all, didn't he?

"So you know now Granger," Zabini said in a strained voice.

I paused for a moment, thinking about what to say. There was no way that I could lie about this. It was clear about what I saw and I'd easily understand what it all was. "Yes," I breathed, not being able to think of anything else to say. He just absent-mindedly nodded his head.

"You must realise why we didn't tell you earlier," he said, then fired a stupefy that hit Malfoy exactly between his wings. He slowed slightly at the after effects, but other than that, it was as if the spell never hit him. I pushed down a strangled sounding noise that rose in my throat.

I really needed to refresh my memory on Veelas.

I didn't reply to him. How could I? I didn't actually know what he was capable of, or what he'd do if I had known, though I could imagine. Following Zabini's example, I threw my own stupefy at him, mine hitting him square on the back, he slowed a bit more again, but continued on his attack. However, now that he was at a reasonably normal speed, Innes was able to hold his own better against him now.

"Just keeping throwing them, he'll pass out soon. I mean, I hope he will – I've already hit him with two and not much has happened. He's gotten stronger, almost," Blaise said, thinking more aloud than talking to me.

"Well, his wings are whitening," I said, remembering what he usually goes on about in the dreams. "Maybe that has something to do with it."

Blaise just gave me a sideways glance with his eyebrows raised, but didn't say anything. It was silent between us for a while, as we shuffled about, trying to get a better standing opposite Malfoy in order to get a better aim. He took in a big breath as his spell skimmed past Malfoy's arm, mere centimetres away from hitting him, and said, "Anyway, once he's down, you take Innes to Madam Pomfrey and tell her that I'll come explain everything later. I'll take Malfoy back to the common room – he's safe there. There are charms placed around it. I'll talk to you later about everything with Malfoy."

I was about to say that he didn't need to explain anything to me, I knew exactly what Malfoy was and I don't care to know any more about him – to be honest, it'd be great if I could just forget what I found out – but, I held my tongue. Whether I said anything or not, both boys would try to explain to me what this entire episode was about and I'd be sucked into their lies and secrets quicker than I could say Quidditch. Instead, I threw another stupefy,following Zabini's orders, one of his hitting Malfoy seconds after. By now, he had become slower than a normal wizard or witch and Innes was taking full advantage, throwing blow after blow anywhere he could get to on Malfoy's body; but it didn't seem as if he was gaining any injuries.

Veela trait, I suppose.

With one last stupefy, Malfoy collapsed on top of Innes, his wings retracting into his back as he fell. Innes tried to move out the way as he fell, but he was laid upon half way through his roll. As we speedily walked over to him, he was aggressively kicking and shoving the heavy body off him, but not to much avail. By the time we reached him, however, he had just managed to get out from underneath the body and started kicking him whilst he was unconscious. It must've been out of sheer pleasure though, because as I noticed earlier, Malfoy wasn't gaining any injuries – even when Innes stomped on his face – and he didn't even seem surprised at it.

I whirled on him. "You knew, didn't you?" I accused.

"That the git's a Veela? Of course I knew. I heard these two buffoons talking in the library," he replied casually, gesturing to Blaise and then the body on the floor with thinly veiled disgust for the latter. "Who's superior now, fucking Pureblood?" He swung another kick at his stomach with enough power to make him flop over onto his back. I shoved him out of the way, and took a stand in front of Malfoy's body so that he was unable to attack him anymore.

"So what was this all about, anyway? Were you just trying to make a fool out of him?" I asked, folding my arms, as I saw Zabini trying haul Malfoy up from under his arms.

He was about to say something, the smug grin on his face, but it seemed that something behind me made him stop. I looked over my shoulder to see Zabini give him one final glare before going back to shuffling Malfoy around. Innes looked no less smug, however, but he didn't say anything to me; just shrugged and after a pause, muttered something that sounded like, "You're the Brightest Witch, you'll figure it out."

I gave him an unimpressed look, stepped forward and grabbed his arm to drag him down to the Hospital, following Zabini's orders, but he gave a sharp gasp and I dropped his arm, afraid that I had unintentionally hurt him. He cradled his left arm to his chest and continued walking, a little bit in front of me, only muttering that it's broken as he passed me.

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"What happened, Mr Innes?" Madam Pomfrey fussed, as she took his left arm and examined just how badly it was broken, using spells as means of an x-ray.

I piped in then, relaying the words I'd been told to say. "There was just a small scuffle miss. Blaise, uh, will be here later to explain everything," I said. She looked at me in a way that said she didn't believe for one minute that someone could come away with Innes' injuries from just a "small scuffle". She also had a look of understanding about her, as if she knew why Blaise would be back later and whom the other participant of this fight involved.

"Anything else, Miss Granger?" There seemed to be more than one implication in that one question and I struggled to answer it.

"I don't know anything else." This, of course, was true. I don't know anything else about this fight at all; Innes refused to say the details and reasons the entire way up here and if I wanted more information (which I'm still not sure about) then I'd have to wait until later.

She nodded her head and turned back to Innes. She told him that he'd have to stay there for a while, much to his disappointment and protest, but much to my delight, she forced him to have some Skele-Grow so that he would get out quicker – just as he wanted.

Malfoy had, apparently, broken his arm in three different places and had given him a concussion (I had found this out the hard way when he just leaned over a vomited from the bed, very close to my feet), which resulted in him having a rather large bump on his head. One of his shoulders were close to being dislocated, and his ribs are quite bruised as well as having a slightly swollen ankle, though he walked perfectly fine on it on the way here.

I had decided that it was probably because of the concussion.

But apart from those injuries, all he had were bruises on his skin and cuts here and there.

"Well, consider yourself lucky that you haven't been burnt. You'd be in her for at least another day," she had told him, smirking, but also with open curiosity as to how he didn't receive any burns as if she knew there was fire involved.

After reminding her that Zabini would be around later, I left. I reigned in my desire to go visit the library and research Veela's myself, but I gave myself even more will power when I remembered that I actually had (hopefully a more informative) book on Veela's in my room. I sighed and turned down the halls to get back to the common room.

When I regained my balance after entering, I noticed that only Zabini was in the common room.

Void of all my friends and void of the blonde Veela-ferret.

He stood up from the table and chairs, as soon as he saw me and in some form of greeting, just said: "Draco's going to be out for a while. I'll give you a basic outline of what's what."

I nodded mutely and walked slowly over to the chair opposite him. He sat back down, once I had, as a proper gentleman but didn't say anything. The silence engulfed us for a few minutes, and he avoided my eyes. It was as if he was thinking of how this whole thing would go.

With a sigh, I decided that I needed to start it off and said, "So go on then. Explain. Right from the beginning."

And he launched into the story, starting from when he found out, a few weeks before the beginning of the school year.

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