Authors Note: Hey everyone! I hope everyone is having a great summer! I am counting down the days until I am done with my internship and can head back to school! I just wanted to give a shout out to all the new followers and favorites this story has gotten. It means a lot to me that people are actually reading this.

Rupertdarling: Thank you for the review! I'm glad you like the story and I have a little bit of an idea on where I want the story to go but I'm also excited to see what I finally decide :)

WinterWillows: Thanks I'm glad you like the story! I was really excited to add the kidnapping aspect to the story cause I think it can add some fun twist to the normal veela story (which are usually my go to when I want to read a dramione)

Sarahmorhanka: I'm glad you love it and I'll try to keep updating as frequently as I can

Snowflake Dazzle: I think at this point I'm trying to make the veela side of Draco instantly love his mate because I feel like there would be an instant connection. The human side of Draco is definitely going to like her more romantically than he did (because he is one with the veela) but I don't want this to be a story where instantly their entire past is forgotten so I hope you enjoy! And yes he may be working very hard in the future :)

Chapter 7

June 6th 1998

Draco woke first to the sun just beginning to rise, letting in the smallest amount of light through the shades across the room. Turning his head slightly he caught a glimpse of the impressive thing that was Hermione's morning hair. Curls were sticking in every direction. Her eyes were closed and Draco took this moment to really think about everything that had happened in the past day.

His life was a hundred percent different than how it was before the start of yesterday morning. He was just trying to move on from the war like everyone else and now he was lying in bed with a girl who hated him and he wasn't sure how he felt about her. He was a Veela, something he had never even though possible, considering how much his no good father used to rant about them having the purest of blood. 'Pure blood my ass,' Draco thought angrily remembering the black wings that had erupted out of his back last night. Wings he had used to get into Granger's room, he recalled.

Glancing down again Draco couldn't help but notice how peaceful his new mate looked when she was sleeping in his arms. He couldn't see her eyes but he knew from past experience that they were a beautiful chocolate brown and when the sun hit them just right you could see speckles of gold in them. He used to anger her and watch the fire dance behind her eyes as she tried to defend either herself or her friends. Her nose was cute, elegant until the end when it was slightly upturned. He was amazed that this was something you couldn't notice until you were this close to her. Her lips were full and a charming shade of pink, held slightly opened as she deeply breathed through her sleep. He chuckled when he noticed every once and a while you could detect a faint snore coming from her mouth, almost inaudible unless paying attention.

Draco hadn't moved since waking up and was surprised to notice he hand was place around her back hugging her to his side. He felt warmth spread throughout him when he noticed that in her sleep she hadn't pulled away from him. In fact Hermione had done the opposite and had a hand placed on his chest and he wondered if his beating heart gave her comfort.

'Merlin, she is beautiful,' he thought. That realization shook him out of his deep thoughts. "Beautiful,' he though again baffled, 'she is nothing but an annoying swot that must always be right.' He started having troubles determining where the human part of Draco was and where the Veela part of Draco was. On one hand when he looked at her he felt everything he thought one Veela should feel for his mate. On the other, however, he couldn't shake the feeling of no satisfaction knowing he was looking down on his childhood enemy, the same girl that had given him such grief throughout school. The same girl he had viciously attacked throughout their school days.

"Damn," he muttered out loud causing the girl in his arms to give a slight moan of protest. 'How am I supposed to come to terms with out past, have her do the same, get to know her, and get her to look past all the bullshit I pulled in school and fall for me. I'm gonna die at the end of the year and I'm gonna go out knowing I deserve it.' Thinking back to all the blood purity nonsense he yelled at her in school made Draco very well aware of the work cut out for him. Merlin, to think he cared about blood purity just cause he father did and to top it all off it turns out that most of the purebloods were pure, if both his father and mother had the Veela blood that meant the Blacks and the Malfoys had it.

'I bet there are traces of muggle or creature in all of the purebloods and that they hid that fact from the history books,' Draco exclaimed. Not wanted to think about this issue further Draco went back to thinking about his mate and the hardships he would surely face in the near future.

Books… that's what he must get for her he suddenly realized. Of course the brainy witch still in his arms would be full of questions when she woke up. Draco was sure that she wouldn't accept any of the answers from him himself and would want to read them from books, books could be trusted he knew. 'At least we have that in common,' he thought to himself. Even though he was slightly annoyed since he did have all the answers she would want considering he would give her the same books he himself had read the other day.

Finally decided on a course of action Draco disentangled himself from his sleeping mate, being careful not to jostle her out of her sleep. He made his way over to his closet and grabbed a clean pair of his usual black trousers and decided on a gray button down shirt. After dressing he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then slipped out the door without waking the sleeping girl on his bed.

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Hermione's eyes fluttered open briefly before quickly snapping back shut. She groaned at the beam of sun shining on the bed through the shades across the room. Turning away from the light source Hermione lay on her side facing the other side of the room. Slowly, she started to open her eyes again and was glad for the time to adjust to the light.

Noticing the room was much too large and extreme to belong to her and her parents she gasped jumping into an upright position. Looking around at the extravagant room the events from the night before came rushing to the forefront of her mind. Gasping once again, quietly to herself, her hand came up to rest on the small raised skin on her neck. 'He bit me,' she thought in shock. 'What the hell is wrong with him? That was definitely Malfoy but it wasn't.'

Glancing around the room quickly Hermione realized she had to get out of here. Her childhood enemy had kidnapped her from her room yesterday and then flew her here. What happened to him, she wondered. A part of her brain started to tickle and she tried to push for a memory but couldn't completely grasp it. 'I must have read about whatever is happening to Malfoy. Why can't I remember?' Finally giving up on the memory Hermione pulled the heavy down blanket off of her and made to stand up.

Looking around the room Hermione noticed that the curtains seemed to be hiding either an extremely big window or a door leading to outside. Thinking that this was her best bet for getting out of the house she made her way to the other side of the room. Pulling open the light blue curtains Hermione came into contact with two beautiful glass doors leading outside. Opening the door she made her way out only to realize she was standing on a balcony. Looking over the side of the balcony railing she admitted it was much too high to jump and not having her wand made it impossible to climb down safely.

Turning back to the room Hermione was now more desperate than ever to get out of the prison that was her room. Running over to the door closest to her she grasped the door knob and flung it open. She was disappointed to note the door did not lead out of the room but instead lead to a huge walk in closet full of designer clothes in all shades of color. Frustrated she ran over to the other door only to find this one led to a giant bathroom with two sinks, a shower, and a tub.

With some luck Hermione finally made it out of the room by using the last door. She gave a sigh of relief when she had noticed that the door wasn't locked. 'So my prison was more like a holding cell,' she thought with dry humor. Looking left and right Hermione realized that she hadn't the faintest idea of how to find the exit to the house. Looking more closely she did notice that to the left a little down the hall there appeared to be stairs leading down while to the right there were stairs leading up. 'I need to go down, even if I can't find the front door I should be able to at least find a window I can escape from if I'm on the ground floor.'

With that final thought Hermione took off. She did not try and notice how beautiful the house was or how much light was let through by the beautiful windows. She did not take notice that none of the portraits were yelling derogatory remarks at her, which was common place in a pureblood home. The only thought she had was that she had to get out, get to Harry and Ron and explain what had happened and try to figure it out herself.

Hermione felt like she had made the right choice going down the stairs because her feet seemed to be leading her to the front door. She never stopped to think about why she had some general knowledge of the first floor of this house. That was until she did a double take into a giant room. A room that looked different but still sent her back to a place she tried not to visit almost every night. Her feet stopped on her own accord and she entered the room without really wanting to go in there.

Standing in the room Hermione looked around. She didn't see the changes that had been made she saw exactly what she saw the last time. She saw the stairs leading down to the dungeon that had housed her friends. She saw the spots that the different members of the Malfoy house had stood. But the thing she saw most clearly was the spot in which Bellatrix stood, standing over her taking so much joy in her pain. Yelling questions at her that Hermione had barely been able to understand through the pain induced fog.

Her feet moved and took her to the direct spot in which she had been when the first crucio was thrown her way. Without realizing what was happening Hermione started reliving the exact day which gave her so much grief in the past months. She let out a scream so filled with pain and terror it must have been heard throughout the entire manor.

"Please, I haven't been in your vault. It's a fake!" She kept streaming over and over hunched over on the floor in a ball. Her hand grabbed her forearm where the horrible scar resided and her body was shaking due to her feeling like there would never be an end to her nightmare.

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Draco was pleased with himself. He had managed to shrink all the books he had found on Veela into his pocket. 'These should at least answer most if not all of her questions,' Draco thought proudly to himself. He knew he had a long journey but if Hermione would at least read the books maybe she would give Draco a chance to know her and her a chance to know him.

Draco stopped short on his walk to his room when he heard a scream so loud it damn near shook the whole manor. A scream he had heard last night after biting Granger except this time it was filled with terror and not just pain. Without thinking Draco took off at a sprint following the direction of the sound and letting his feet and heart lead the way. Coming upon the drawing room Draco cursed himself for being so stupid. 'Of course she would find this room. She couldn't have found the library first. Courting her would be so easy after that she would have never wanted to leave.'

Running to her side he heard her mumbling to herself.

"Granger! Granger, you're okay," he exclaimed when he was standing a good foot away from her. When she didn't move or even acknowledge his existence he took another step closer to her. Draco noted that she didn't even realize he was in the room with her. 'It's like she is reliving the whole attack,' he thought sadly. Draco had also often though of this attack and was always disappointed that he could not do more to stop what had occurred. Now he felt downright shamed. His thoughts were cut off when she stopped mumbling and let out another agonizing scream.

Without thinking Draco launched himself to his knees right in front of her.

"Please, we didn't go into you vault. It is a fake. The sword is a fake." Draco could finally hear the mumbling and he was stricken with horror once again at the atrocities the girl had faced at the hands of his own flesh and blood. Gently, Draco reached out a hand and gripped her shoulder.

"Granger," he whispered again gaining hope when she seemed to quiet. "Granger, it's okay. She isn't here anymore. She is dead; she can't ever hurt you again. I won't let anyone ever hurt you again." Draco himself was surprised by how true his words were when he whispered them to her.

Draco was relieved when Hermione finally lifted her face towards him. That she was acknowledging that he was in fact there trying to rip her away from her own personal hell. Draco waited for a heartbeat before her troubled pained eyes bore into his.

"Please help me," she whispered to him before she started to shake once again and the mumbling resumed. Without thinking Draco took the girl into his arms and apparated to a place he had never brought anyone to before. A place that was sacred to him in his own way but also the only place secluded enough he knew no one would bother them.