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The Veela Fic

Chapter Five: Finding out

"Longbottom!" Draco hissed, coming out of the shadows. Hermione quickly turned around, and saw a white blur speed pass her. Before he fully realized what happened, Neville was pinned against the wall with Draco's hand on his throat .

"She's mine! Mine!" he yelled, scaring an already frightened and confused Neville. "Malfoy, what are you doing! Stop!" yelled Hermione, trying break them up.

Draco wheeled around and yelled, with eyes flashing, " Breaking up your little snog session. You're my mate, no one is allowed to touch you but me!"

"Mate! What are you talking about? I'm no one's mate." Hermione said, confused. He looked at her face and calmed down. "I'm a veela and you're my mate." "I can't be your mate! You hate me," she said, not believing him.

"I can't hate you," he said, quietly, " I didn't believe it at first, either. However, there's nothing to be done."

"I need time to think about this," Hermione said, "I can't ..." "I know," he said, wanting to touch her but afraid to, " just don't be with anyone else. A veela attacks when threatened, something that Neville learned the hard way." He shot Neville an evil look.

"Stop looking at him like that. I'm just helping him with Transfiguration. I'm trying to teach him how to turn a single rose into a dozen, a duplication spell," Hermione said, feeling sorry for Neville.

"Well, you have to find someone else to teach you," Draco said, turning to Neville, " I better not see you anywhere near her." Neville nodded quickly and left.

She watched him leave. It was on the tip of her tongue to defend Neville, but she realized that it was useless. If Draco really was a veela, a voice in her mind said, he's safer away from me.

"We need to see Dumbledore," he said, taking her by the hand. She let him lead her out, her mind whirling.

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Lucius sat there, thinking about how beautiful his mate was. An angel's face framed by fire colored hair, he thought, and a heavenly voice. Replaying her voice in his head, he realized something.

"Severus," he said, smoothly. Uh oh, Snape thought, warning bells going off in his head. When Lucius uses that tone, it means he is about to strike. "Yes, Lucius?"

"The last time I checked, the only people who call you Severus is Dumbledore and myself. Even the Dark Lord didn't call you Severus when he was alive. So why is my mate calling you Severus?" Lucius said, eyes narrowing. She's my mate now, he thought, not even Arthur is going to stand in my way.

"She's merely my apprentices," Snape said. Lucius looked at him hard and said, "Make sure that's all she'll ever be."

Watching him leave, Snape thought, the mating call is affected him worse than I thought it would. His threats are usually far more subtle.

TBC

A/N2: Defiantly a Fluffy Draco. Both Draco and Lucius are major OOC, mainly because I'm a hopeless romantic.