Harry Potter was in all honesty confused, why on earth had Lucius Malfoy given him a glass ball of all things? What on earth did the man want him to do with it? Harry rolled the ball in his hand looking at it with a confused expression, what on earth is it?
Hermione Granger, bookworm extraordinaire would have the answer. Yes, he could always rely on her intelligence and book smarts to guide him towards the answer. Harry sighed as he slipped the ball into his draw before saying "nox" and then promptly falling asleep.
The next morning Harry Potter found himself manoeuvring his way through the library to a desk where a stack of books were pilled up in front of a bushy head "Mione" Harry tentatively said as he shifted his weight onto his right foot.
"Yes Harry" Hermione said without even looking up as Harry took the seat next to her.
"Uh, Mione, do you by any chance know what this is?" Harry asked as he sat the glass ball onto the page of the thick heavy book she was reading.
"That, Harry is a marque de l'amour," she said excitement evident in her voice "those are really rare Harry, where on earth did you get it from?" she asked looking up at him curiously, Harry stared at the small glass ball.
"Mione" he said after a pause "what exactly does marque de l' amour mean?" Harry asked hesitantly. Did he really want to know what it meant? Hermione bit the inside of her mouth before answering.
"It means 'Token of Love' in French, it is a ball that is passed down in veela families as the first sign of a veela finding their mate" Hermione paused and looked up at Harry with her brow furrowed. "Veela's seek out their mate by their sense of smell, or in more recent cases the hearing, and until the second term of the Veela seeking to let their mate know of them, that won't do anything".
"So, basically it is the first sign that you're a veela's life mate?" Harry asked Hermione gave a nod "so, how do you know about all this?" Hermione smiled.
"Well, you do remember when I went to France for the summer?" Harry nodded, "well as I said, I read up a lot about their customs and they have semi- god like creatures, you see Harry Veela's originated from France, and currently only one pure veela blood family in the whole of Britain" Hermione's eyes widened as the truth struck "is the Malfoys" she whispered.
Harry Potter rolled the little glass ball around in his hand as he walked down the second corridor under his invisibility cloak 'so,' Harry thought 'I'm a veela's mate?' he smiled slightly as he passed another classroom which he was dragged into by an unseen force. However, Harry knew who it was, who else but Malfoy senior owned what Harry suspected was a pimp cane?
"Hello, Potter" Malfoy said with a rather feral looking smile on his face, Harry raised an eyebrow at the older man.
"Malfoy" Harry nodded, what did the man want Harry scowled darkly.
"I see you got my… Present" Malfoy said as he sat on the teacher's chair, Harry frowned.
"Of course I got it, considering you somehow slipped it into my pocket" Harry's frown deepened "which I would like to know how you did" Malfoy smirked "or maybe that would best be left for another time?" Harry said as an after thought after seeing that kind of smirk on the Blondie's face.
"Hmmm, perhaps you're right Mister Potter" Malfoy paused as his eyes roamed over Harry's smaller figure "we could do something, a little more tiring than just talking" Malfoy said in a husky kind of voice as he hopped off the chair and approached him.
"Uh" Harry was going to say that he thought that he had better be heading off to bed now, but, alas, was cut off as warm lips attached to his own. Harry's first thought was 'shit' then it progressed into 'Blondie can actually kiss'. The next day Harry Potter woke up in a daze." Harry" Ron asked curiously, "what has gotten into you?" Harry smiled." Nothing Ron, Nothing" Harry glanced over at the Slytherin table and spotted a dash of white blonde Hair amongst all the darker shades and smirked to himself 'he has no idea' Harry thought as the blonde scowled at him." Now, Class today we're gonna be workin with a..." Hagrid struggled slightly over the words for a moment "a Fée D'Âme, now can anyone tell us what the Fée D'Âme is?" and of course Hermione's hand shot up "yes, Er'mione?" Hagrid asked shooting her a toothy smile." Fee D'Âme means 'Soul Fairy' in French, generally Veela mates" she shot a look at Harry "get these as the second indication that they're veela mates, Veela mates generally accept or decline their mate by this time, though you should be aware that you would feel pain beyond anything if you decline" Harry gulped, he didn't like the sound of that .