Beta's Note: To the Anon reviewer who told lala to not censor the word G-d in her fics, she is probably doing this out of a religious belief. It should be respected. Thank You. -Stratyllis

A/N: Thanx to my beta –Stratyllis for correcting MAJOR errors.

Chapter Four

Hermione Granger was never one to panic, but after waking up from the most erotic dream in her life; it was driving her out of her mind.Breathing heavily, she let one of her hands wipe the sweat that ran down her flushed face and let the other hand to press to the junction between her legs and then over to the inside of her left thigh. She looked at the clock that hung on the wall. The time read 3:45 a.m.

Hermione reminisced about the last bits and pieces of the dream. She recalled being in a foggy field with someone. She couldn't really remember the other person's features but she was sure it was a man due to his height and the girth of his body.

Hermione remembered the words that she had said and how they echoed around the field, 'Mark me, Dragon…Love me…Make me yours for all eternity, Dragon'. For the life of her she couldn't comprehend why in the world she had said this and what in the world did it mean.

Still breathing heavily, Hermione got out of the bed, put on her fuzzy slippers and exited the room that she shared with another Gryffindor girl. She quietly walked across the hallway to the girls' loo. Hermione let the water run for a while. She put her hands on either side of the sink and stared at her reflection in the dark room. Her hear was in messy tangles and sticking to her face and neck. In her mind, Hermione was still trying to figure out who the man in her dream was but drawing up a blank. She sighed in frustration. She hated not knowing something.

When she finally applied the liquid to her sweaty face, it felt ice cold. After a couple of seconds, Hermione's breathing returned to normal. By the time she returned to her bed, it was 4:00 a.m. Seeing as she had another three hours to kill before breakfast, Hermione slammed her sheets and was fast asleep in seconds.

"Morning Hermione," Harry greetedhis best friend of seven years as she joined him and their gingerfriend at the Gryffindor table for breakfast.

"Morning, Harry, Ron." She said back. "What did I miss?" It was very rarewhen Hermione was the last one to come to the table. Harry and Ron didn't bother asking her as to why she was late, assuming that she over studied the night before and decided to sleep in.

"Oh, nothing interesting," Ron answered with a mouth full of scrambled eggs and toast. "The Ferret is still in the hospital wing so you can imagine nothing dramatic happened so far."

The whole school knew that Draco Malfoy was in the hospital. Hermione told her friends that when she bumped into Professor Snape who was carrying an unconscious, glowing and a shaking Malfoy out of the potion's classroom, they assumed that the git swallowed one of the potions from Snape's closet.

As predicted, the Slytherins made a bigger deal of Malfoy's reason for being in the hospital. The rumor has it that Draco Malfoy risked his own life to help Snape zap some deadly mosquitoes that flew into the classroom right after everyone else left.

Just as Hermione bit into the cool toast, she heard a sound of a bird that had justflew in.

"Oh yeah," Harry said. "This is the third time this morning that bloody owl flew in." Hermione looked at the bird and noticed that it was the school's owl. It circled wide over their heads and then dropped the scroll it was carrying onto Hermione's lap. "What does it say?" Harry asked impatiently.

Hermione opened the scroll, read it and answered, "It's from Dumbledore." She rolled the scroll again and then frowned. "He asked me to meet him in his office before the first class to discuss something that concerns me." Hermione looked at the head of the room and noticed that the headmaster, McGonagall and Snape were missing in action.

"Only you?" Ron asked confused. If one had to see the headmaster, usually the other two were ordered to accompany. Hermione shrugged. "Do you want us to accompany you, Hermione?"

"No, Ron. If Dumbledore wanted you I am sure he would have indicated that in the scroll." Hermione pushed the rest of the dried toast into her mouth and left her friends with a 'later'.

Poppy accompanied Draco to the headmaster's office. "Everyone is waiting for you, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco didn't say anything. He just followed. When they finally reached their destination, Draco was shocked at occupants of two people in the room. "Mother? Father?" He looked from one to another. "What are you doing here?" His mother slowly left her husband's side and walked across the office to hug her only son in support.

"What do you think we're doing here, Draco?" His father barked and then shook his head. "You really disappointed me this time, Draco."

"Lucius, I explained this before to you." Severus warned in his usual monotone. "It is not like Draco could have done anything to prevent this. It is inevitable."

"Out of all the bloody wizards, why did my son had to become this…this creature?" Lucius was disgusted.

"Lucius," this came from Dumbledore. "You should be proud that your son has been granted such a gift. Like Severus mentioned, a very powerful Veela creature is rare to find."

"Yes. One in a million." Lucius agreed. "But powerful or not, he is still a creature." He spat.

"Lucius, please." Narcissa spoke for the first time. "No matter what Draco becomes…he is still your son…our son and the only heir." She slowly walked back to her husband, and gently smoothed his silky cheek with the palm of her hand. "Just think about what Severus said. Draco possesses more power now than any wizard would experience in a life time. Think of all the advantages it will bring to the Malfoy family."

Narcissa Malfoy was a rational woman. When ever her husband exploded like a bomb, she was a balance that fixed all the pieces back into place.

"I guess you're right, Darling." He turned his head to the right and kissed the palm that was soothing his cheek. "I mean it could have been much worse." Lucius chuckled. "It's not like Draco is in love with some half blood or a mudblood."

Everyone heard what Lucius said. Draco paled at realization. Turning to his godfather, "You haven't told them?"

Severus shook his head. "He didn't give me an opportunity to tell them. We haven't gone anywhere. They only know that you are Veela nothing else."

"What?" Lucius' features darkened. "What haven't you told me?"

"Well before you started raving and raging I was going to let you know that all Veela wizards require a special mate." Severus explained.

"A mate?"

"Yes," Snape nodded. "Someone that would be theirs for all eternity." Lucius' cold eyes widened as the Potions master continued. "Thankfully, Draco has already found his mate. All that is left for him to do is mark her as his own."

"You mean," Narcissa began. "We have nothing to say about the girl of his choice?"

"I am afraid not," Snape chuckled.

"Well," she breathed. "The Parkinson's will be devastated."

"Well who is she then?" Lucius asked impatiently.

At this point Dumbledore sensed someone approach his office. "She is on her way up."

The four wizards and one witch watched the empty spiral stairwell descend and a minute later ascend with none other than Hermione Granger.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione asked, confused. There were Malfoys everywhere. "Did I come at a bad time?"

"You?" Lucius took a step forward. Hermione instinctively took a step back. "You?" He said louder and then turned to his son and yelled. "HER?" Not taking his eyes from his mate, Draco nodded. "Not if I can help it!" Lucius roared, took his wand out of his robes and pointed at the confused witch…

TBC…

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