For anyone who absolutely hates slash and wants to skim those parts: There's a little scene in here that would qualify as slash, nothing mayor or descriptive, but I'm warning you guys so I wont offend anyone or lose any readers. Right after the second &&&&&&&&&&&&&& (the way I separate my scenes) Hermione shouts "Oh my God". You might want to start skimming there until she says "Malfoy, I-umpfff". Then you are clear. But I prefer it if you didn't skim though. :-)

Chapter 5

"How?" Hermione asked wide-eyed.

"I could ask you the same thing. How did you know?" Draco retorted. No one should have been able to see the tail unless he or she was looking for it. How could she possibly have suspected him of being a Veela if he's the only male one as of yet?

"You were acting very strange these past few days, so I looked up your behaviour in the library. It was obvious" she huffed... and lied. She had been in there for hours and had even missed the Quidditch game, before a book on Veela's had hit her on the head.

Literally.

They should really get some new bookcases.

"And what business is it of yours?" Draco drawled. He really didn't like people meddling into his affairs. Especially not some Gryffindor Muggleborn.

"It is when other people are suffering from the symptoms you don't seem to be able to control" she retorted.

"Like who?"

"Like the people you were obviously running away from" Hermione answered pointedly. "Finding your Veela-powers hard to control?"

"I wouldn't, if they weren't malfunctioning" Draco muttered. He really wasn't up for a verbal sparring contest right now. Snape had licked his ear, he had barely slept last night, he had just lost a match he had been dead set on winning and his housemates would probably want to curse him with an Unforgivable for being the cause of it.

"How so?" Hermione asked in a somewhat less angry tone of voice. She really couldn't keep up with being aggressive when her counterpart was practically pouting.

"They attract men" Draco admitted, something he probably wouldn't have done if he weren't having such a rotten day.

"You were expecting differently?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not gay so, surprise surprise, I expected to be able to seduce women" Draco answered sarcastically.

"Oh Malfoy" Hermione tutted. "Veela's are heterosexual creatures and –except for you- female. How can you expect biology to just change the rules for you?"

"It did when it decided to make me a male Veela" Draco pointed out.

"Well, there's nothing to do about that, now is there? Have you figured out who your mate is yet?"

"What does it matter?" Draco scoffed. "I can't mate. I can't sleep with women."

"Did someone drop you on your head as a child, or were you born stupid?" Hermione asked disbelievingly. "Your mate is obviously going to be a guy."

"No, it isn't."

"Stop being in denial!"

"I'm bloody well going to be in denial if I want to be!" Draco yelled. " What does it matter? I cannot sleep with girls and I will not sleep with guys! You are not forcing me to mate!"

"Are you crazy? Off course I'm not going to force you to mate" Hermione spat. "I just want to know who the poor sod is so he can be properly protected from you."

"Thanks very much!"

"I'm not joking" Hermione said. "If you think you have it bad now, think about what it's going to be once the mating-pull kicks in. Who says you'll be able to control yourself if your mate is ready and willing, which he will be because of your seduction powers."

"I told you: I'm not sleeping with men! Now leave me alone!" Draco said as he marched off towards his quarters to take a shower.

"Malfoy, where are you going?" Hermione spat as she started following him, but got the door slammed in her face. "I'm not finished! Malfoy? Malfoy!?"

Hermione grunted in defeat.

She had to find a way to make him listen!

Even if she had to go around the Great Hall and ask people to pitch in a Knut or two, hoping to save up a Galleon and Malfoy could afford to buy himself a clue.

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Draco was pissed off.

Pissed of about many things.

For one he really disliked the fact that Granger now knew about his rather embarrassing situation. And apparently, she even wanted to meddle into it. As if Draco was going to let that happen.

The other thing he was pissed off about was pheasants.

Why were there pheasants?

The only thing they did was eating and shitting.

The latter being Draco's biggest problem since he was currently scooping it up while in detention. Snape had ordered him to serve detention with McGonagall who was currently working on transfiguring pheasants with her second years. Apparently Draco had to be punished for ignoring Snape's instruction to consult the nurse and as a result had lost the Quidditch match. Draco figured that serving detention with Snape wouldn't nearly be as gruelling as with McGonagall, but the man hadn't even so much as made eye contact with him since that little incident in his office. Hell, even the order for detention had been sent to him by owl post.

As Draco reluctantly picked another pheasant out of its cage, he heard a sound coming from the doorway.

"Ah Mister Potter, glad you could join us" Professor McGonagall said sternly from behind her desk as she picked off her things and took off. "Please join Mister Malfoy in cleaning the pheasant cages. If you need me, I'll be in my office."

Great. Just what Draco needed. The close proximity of another male.

As if pheasant dung wasn't crappy enough.

Potter didn't seem too happy about it either. Yet it wasn't his usual 'o-crap-it's-Malfoy' look he was giving.

It was something else.

He was looking as if a bomb could go off at any moment and was afraid to move.

Well tough!

"Here Potter, hold this for me" Draco spat as he shoved the pheasant he was holding into Harry's hands and grabbed a sponge to clean the unoccupied cage.

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After a couple of hours of reading in the Gryffindor common room Hermione had decided to call it a night. She was on her way back towards her dorm when suddenly she heard a strange noise. She took a couple of steps back to look at what it was. She was Head Girl after all and had a license to meddle into things.

"Oh my God!" she shrieked as she had opened the door to the Transfigurations classroom and saw where the strange noise had been coming from. She had lost count on how many couples she had had to break up while kissing in the hallways or in deserted classrooms, so she had quite prepared herself for something in that fashion.

But she had not prepared herself for this.

It was Harry.

And it was Malfoy.

Against the wall of the Transfigurations classroom.

Kissing.

And touching.

And rubbing.

Draco had Harry pinned against the wall of the classroom. Harry didn't seem to mind though since he was feverishly clawing at Draco's back while Draco was exploring the interior of his mouth. Even from the other side of the room Hermione could see their tongues battling for dominance. It was as if they wanted to devour each other. Hermione's face turned beet red when she noticed the slow thrusting motions in which the two boys were quite clearly rubbing their erections against each other through their pants.

After Hermione had picked up her jaw from the floor, she spurted towards the pair.

"Malfoy, get off of him!" she ordered as she snagged Draco by his collar and pulled him off Harry.

"No!" she jelled, shoving Draco backwards as he tried to push her away and kiss Harry again. She went to Harry, who basically was a panting glob of mush against the wall, grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the door. Harry's lips were swollen and bruised, his shirt was wrinkled and partially undone and his hair was a complete and total mess.

In short, he looked well and thoroughly snogged.

"Go to bed" she said to him as she shoved him in the direction of Gryffindor tower. "Trust me. Just go!"

As she saw Harry wobbling away she turned back to deal with Draco.

"Malfoy, I-umpfff"

For the second time this week, Malfoy had caught her off guard and had kissed her. He shoved his tongue past the barrier of her lips, not even bothering to ask for permission, and feverishly started exploring her mouth. Good lord, it was as if he was looking to drain her of her life essence. Hermione felt her knees go wobbly and her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Even though he was Malfoy, and had just been kissing her best friend Harry, she still did not find it 'ew'. She snapped out of her little trance when suddenly she felt him rubbing his hardness against her thigh. She flinched and with a loud 'smack' Hermione quickly unclasped her mouth from Malfoy's.

"Will you stop kissing me!" she shrieked while panting feverishly as she quickly took a couple of steps back to put herself at safe distance from the frisky Slytherin.

"I just can't help it" Malfoy yelled in agony before flopping himself in a chair and burying his face in his hands. He actually was visibly shacking from the pent up sexual frustration. "You're the only set of lips here so what else was I supposed to do?"

"Oh, I don't know. Ask first?" Hermione said sarcastically while rubbing the back of her hand against her mouth to get rid of some saliva. "Was that what it was with Harry? A convenient set of lips."

Hermione didn't immediately get an answer. Instead, she saw Malfoy sliding his fingers through his hair and tugging at it in what seemed to be anguish. She saw him burying his hands in his face again and...

Was Malfoy crying!?

"Granger, please don't let me shag Potter!" he pleaded her in a strained tone of voice. "I don't want to, but I know I won't be able to stop myself. If I don't pounce him, he will pounce me and dammit I cannot help but want him to. And if it happens I know I'll be bottom. Please do not let me be bottom!"

Hermione sighed in both comprehension and desperation.

Harry was Malfoy's mate.

Bugger.

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End of Chapter 5

A/N: There are a bunch of people who seem to be squeaked about the slash content in this fic. I just want to say that I intend to warn people for any scenes they might not enjoy reading, like I did here. But please don't take all this to seriously. It's just a story. A fluffy story. I'm not here to shock or make statements you're not interested in hearing, I'm just here to amuse. I really do have written genuine slash before, but I wouldn't put this under the Het section if it didn't fit under it. Thanks for your attention. Turns microphone off and walks off stage

Thanks for the reviews:

Dracolov, LMNUK, constructive reviewer, Roja-Cyd, MagicFairyDuster, Alenor, Zaralya, yanely1167, English-Foxlette, darkbaby22, charmed piper, slyswn28, LunarViolet6190, LuminescentWings0127, sw33tdohtee,

o0-ireth-0o: blushes thanks for all the praise. Am I converting you to Slash by any chance? :-)

Munku-JGSPTV: ROFL! This story is confusing everyone. First I get 'Oh my God, is this Slash?' and now you go 'Is this Het?'. I just don't seem to be able to please anyone. :-) I'm sorry hun, it's Het. There's some Slash in it, but not that much. Next to Hermione/Draco, Harry/Draco is my principal pairing. Perhaps this story is my subconscious way of saying: stop it with all the Het and write some Slash again. ;-)

Undying at Midsummer: My lips are sealed. But you know, the story is not that long, so I suppose you won't have to wait all that long. And now I remember who you are! You're the Kiwi from New Zealand! :-)

Male-chan: Thanks. And thanks for your review of Melting the Ice on I don't know what it is, but I have this thing for sloppy sex-scenes that turn out okay in the end.

Wow: Dracolov has mailed me about it. I think I'll enter. Never entered a contest before, so that might be a fun experience. ;-)

Mandabella: Good God woman! You're everywhere! :) Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. I loved them! And I still think there's a difference between imagining McGonagall's sex life and Lucius/Narcissa's. I wouldn't mind seeing them getting it on on in the middle of the Great Hall. :-) When I've finished the story, I might have to check out that story of yours. (No, I'm not pervy!) ;-)

Roja-Cyd: No, just because Hermione's a girl doesn't mean she's feeble. And Draco urgently needs to do some push ups or something. ;-)

Hermione Double: I think this chapter answered your question. He only influences men and lesbians, and Hermione is neither.

Tinuviel Storm: The bunny tail thing was one of the first side effects to being a Veela I came up with (except for the gay thing). It's kind of stupid really. I was talking on the phone to a friend and I asked if she knew any good side effects. She said she was thinking something in the lines of a tail and I suggested a bunny-tail as a joke. After a while, the idea grew on me and I kept it.