A/N: Hi everyone!
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Also, to clarify: You see, in this fic, and I should probably state it out more clearly, Draco is a sort of "new born" Veela, which I use to mean that he has just gotten the Veela effects to kick in. He's going to have these mood swings, where so far, he either wants Hermione only to himself or when he hates her because, the in-character Draco is not fond of Hermione at all.
So if you were confused, hopefully that helped.
Hermione POV
"I can't believe this! You're Malfoy's mate?" exclaimed Harry.
"I haven't agreed to be, but apparently he says our 'destinies are linked' or something like that." I said, rolling my eyes.
"But, you're dating Ron!" exclaimed Ginny.
"Merlin, I am? I completely forgot that I was in a romantic relationship with someone that I have been for 2 months now!" I exclaimed, sarcastically.
"Which reminds me, I need to go talk to Ron. He's probably still upset because he got a detention."
"Alright. See ya, 'Mione." said Harry, still shaking his head in disapproval.
"Hello, Granger." said a voice. I was heading down towards the library. According to the Patil twins, that's where Ron was.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" I asked, not looking at him.
"Where are you going?" he asked, ignoring my question.
"Library." I said, picking up my pace, in hopes of losing him.
No luck. He quickened his strides as well. "What a coincidence. Me too." he said, grinning at me.
I rolled my eyes, and walked into the library. I spotted a boy with red hair sitting at a table. Smiling, I started walking faster towards the boy, until I stopped cold.
They were right. My boyfriend...was sitting in the library, snogging Lavender Brown like there was no tomorrow.
Anger started to build up within me. How could he? That dirty cheater!
"YOU STUPID WEASEL!" yelled a voice, that surprisingly didn't belong to me. Malfoy stomped up from behind me, broke their lip lock, pushed him out of his chair onto the floor and picked him up my his shirt, slamming him against a wall.
"Let go of me you bloody ferret!" shouted Ron, trying to get free.
Malfoy dropped him and then kicked Ron in the stomach. "If you didn't notice, Granger's been standing here watching you two eat each other's faces!" growled Malfoy.
Ron's attention finally turned to me, and his eyes grew wide. "'Mione! Let me e-"
"Save it, Ronald. They were all right. You've been cheating on me this whole time." I said. Tears were threatening to come down my cheeks.
"Please! He-" he started.
"I don't want to hear it." I said. I quickly turned around and ran out if the library.
I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just hurried up to our room, and threw myself onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. I let the tears flow.
That stupid bastard! How could he! I spent all those years liking him, caring for him, and he cheats on me like that?
I felt horrible. So Malfoy was right.
Suddenly, a hand came onto my shoulder. I looked up. Malfoy's emotionless eyes stared into mine.
"If you need a shoulder to cry on..." he said, awkwardly.
Maybe it was just because I was sad beyond words, but his words sounded so gentle. I caved, and cried against his chest, in his arms.
It was rather comforting. Even though it was Malfoy, he still made me feel better.
I finally calmed down, but even after I did, Malfoy didn't let me go. He just sighed, and kept still.
"Thanks, Malfoy." I said, quietly. He looked at me, and his mouth moved up a fraction of an inch.
"Whatever Granger." he shrugged. "Although, I think I need to give you a little pep talk. Repeat after me. I can do better than Weasel."
"This is stupid." I groaned.
"Repeat!" he ordered, with a little bit of a smirk on his face.
"I can do better than Weasel." I said, rolling my eyes.
"He will suffer without me."
"He will suffer without me." I repeated.
"I am Hermione Granger, Mate of Draco Malfoy."
"I am H-hey!" I exclaimed, hitting his arm. He just chuckled. "Come on, Malfoy. You can't try to trick me into this. You've made fun of me for 7 years. I'm not willing to spend my life with you." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Not yet, you aren't." he smirked.
"So...were you planning to let go of me?" I asked. I was still trapped in his arms.
He looked at me, and kissed me again.
I pushed him away, and got up. "Malfoy, you creeper!" I exclaimed, blushing. Why was I blushing?
He licked his lips. "You taste like mint now. Like mint toothpaste."
"Will you quit kissing me all the time?" I grumbled. "People would think you have an addiction with kissing me."
"Oh please, Granger. Who could be addicted to a mudblood?" he scoffed.
I whirled around and punched him in the stomach. He stumbled back onto the couch, clutching his stomach.
"What was that for?" he exclaimed.
"Quit calling me that! If you want me to agree to be your mate, don't you think that you might want to be NICE to me for a change? Get me to think you're a decent human being?" I yelled.
"I'm not human. I'm part-veela. Remember?" he asked, smirking.
I was so pissed. "Whatever Malfoy! You may want to live your last month the way you want, because it'll be your last!" I snarled. I started stomping towards the door. Before I could open the door, however, he grabbed my waist and pulled me to him.
"Oh, Granger. You know you don't mean that." he said, smoothly.
"You don't know that!" I hissed. His arms wrapped around me.
"I'm sorry for calling you that." he purred. "Forgive me?"
"You're just saying that." I said, rolling my eyes.
"I really am sorry. Please forgive me, Hermione?" he asked, with an almost pleading look.
"Look at the great pureblood now, begging a muggleborn for forgiveness." I scoffed.
He kissed my cheek. "You're hilarious, Hermione."
"What makes you think we're on a first name basis?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm completely fine with you calling me Draco." he said, smirking.
"Oh please, Dr-Malfoy." I said, catching myself.
"Hah!" he exclaimed. "We're on a first name basis then." he laughed.
"It was a slip of the tongue." I said, blushing.
"Of course it was." he said, smiling. His smile was actually quite cute...No! What was I talking about? Malfoy wasn't cute.
He stared at me, and then, kissed me again.
This time, it was weird. It wasn't like a 'I'm-tired' or an 'I-wanna-ruin-your-life' kiss. It seemed like an 'I-really-like-you' kiss.
I froze. Why...wasn't I repulsed? Why did I kind of like it?
"Oh." said a voice, and he pulled away. Ginny was standing at the door. Draco drew away.
"Hi, Gin." I said, awkwardly.
"Hi." she said. She looked both confused but also a bit amused. "I wanted to talk..."
"Let's talk in the hall." I said, pulling her out of the room and closing the door.
"That was a rather nice snogging session." she said, crossing her arms.
"It was nothing." I promised. "Besides, what does it matter? I'm not cheating on Ron. We broke up."
"What?" she exclaimed. "Why?"
"I found him snogging Lavender Brown today at the library." I sighed.
"I'm sorry, Hermione." said Ginny.
"It's alright." I sighed. "So what can I help you with?" I asked.
"McGonagall sent me down here to tell you two that Malfoy's parents are here in her office. They want to talk to you two." she said.
"Ok. Thanks Ginny." I said, smiling.
She hugged me. "With whatever you're doing, I'll support you. I can't speak for Harry though." she said.
I laughed. "I'll see you soon, Gin." I walked back in, and Draco was lying on the couch, fast asleep.
I chuckled. I was gone for a minute, and he was already asleep.
I walked over to him, and lightly shook his shoulder. "Malfoy." he didn't move. I sighed, and tried again. "Draco."
"What?" he grumbled, sitting up.
"Your parents are here, and they want to see us." I said.
He made a noise that sounded like a bit of a roar, sat up and yawned.
"Come on." he said, already heading out the door. We were walking down the hall, headed to McGonagall's office.
"Make way. Move. Get out of the way!" snarled Draco, as he speeded down the hall people even cleared a little path for him-his temper was nasty.
"Get out of the way! Move!" he called.
"Draco!" I hissed. "Could you be any ruder?"
"They should get out of my way!" he retorted.
"You're aren't royalty." I said.
"I'm as good as." he said, rolling his eyes. "Move it people!"
"Sorry!" I called. "He's the equivalent to a teenage girl! He's full of angst!"
"Shut it, Hermione." he growled.
I chuckled. His mood swings were amusing.
We arrived in front of the statue that lead us into McGonagall's office.
"What's the password?" yawned Draco.
"I don't know..." I said, trying to remember if Ginny had said anything about a password.
"Wow. That's so helpful, Hermione." he grumbled.
"Oh, shut it, Malfoy, you self-absorbed prick." I scowled. Suddenly, the door opened.
"Wha..." I started.
"The password was...never mind." he said. He took my arm and we walked in.
"Draco!" said a voice, as soon as we entered. Narcissa Malfoy walked straight up to us and hugged her son. Lucius stood a few feet away with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Hello, mum. Father." greeted Draco.
"Uh...hello Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy." I said, awkwardly.
"So she's your mate then?" asked Lucius. Draco nodded, and I braced myself for insults.
"I'm slightly disappointed she isn't a pureblood, but then again I do believe she's a good match for him." said Narcissa, looking me over.
She held her hand out. "Narcissa Malfoy. You're Hermione Granger, of course." she said. I shook her hand. The Malfoys...they were...nice?
"Have you accepted it?" she asked, with a worried expression on her face.
"Uh...not yet...I mean, it's sort of sudden." I said, awkwardly.
Both of them looked disappointed, but they quickly recorded themselves.
"If you think it's about your blood status, it's not. You're the only one who can save Draco." said Lucius, calmly.
"What my husband means," said Narcissa, "Is that we understand that you need some time. It's a big decision to make."
"Yeah, but don't forget, as of today, I have about 6 weeks." said Draco, emotionlessly.
"I...hope you can find a place in your heart where Draco belongs." said Narcissa, taking my hands. "I can't force you to spend the rest of your life with him, but...Draco is our only son...and 18 is much too young to die."
"I...I will think about it." I said. I did feel bad for the Malfoys. Their entire future was in my hands.
"Alright." nodded Narcissa, and she withdrew. "And Miss Granger...Draco is a sort of 'new-born' Veela, so his actions and emotions will be...different. But most things will get better and steadier. Please bear with him." said Narcissa, with a soft smile.
"I...I will." I stuttered.
Narcissa hugged Draco once more, and Lucius patted him on the back. "We will be seeing you two in a bit. I'll be asking your Headmistress to send me updates." said Narcissa, and with one last smile, she and Lucius walked past us and out the door.
"So I guess I just have to woo you over, and I'll live?" asked Draco, grinning.
"It doesn't work like that." I said, slightly irritated. "If I date someone, I want the other person to love me more than anyone else, and not because they're trying to get me to marry them so they'll live."
"Calm down, Hermione. I was kidding." chuckled Draco.
"Of course you were." I said, sarcastically. I headed out the door, leaving a smirking Draco behind.
Draco POV
I headed down the corridor, headed straight for the Great Hall. I mentally groaned. I hadn't seen my Slytherin gang for a while...how were they going to take this? Especially Pansy.
I walked into the Great Hall. I was starved, so I sat down at the Slytherin table and started eating immediately.
"Ah, I see," said Blaise, "He's pretending nothing's wrong."
"Figures." scoffed Theodore Nott, another Slytherin.
"Something's wrong?" I asked, pretending to be oblivious.
"Excuse me? 'Something's wrong'? You kissed that Gryffindor mudblood!" screamed Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl who had a slight bit of an addiction to me.
"Don't call her that!" I snapped. "She's a muggleborn-not a mudblood."
"Now he's all defensive." chuckled Blaise.
"The Slytherin Prince is turning into the Gryffindor lover?" teased Theo.
"Shut it, you two." I said, and continued my meal.
"So then, are you...dating her?" asked Pansy, impatiently.
I paused for moment. "Well, it's not official. Hermione hasn't agreed to go out with me yet. I'll have to ask."
"What? You'd have to ask HER out?" she exclaimed. "Why not me? I'm better than she is!"
"No..." said all three of us guys quietly.
"Besides, it's not like I have much of a choice." I muttered.
A/N: And that's the end of this chap! Did you like it? I hope you did :)
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