Good Vibrations

((Is French translation))

Anabelle sighed, "Pureblood. Yeah, Mione doesn't like to talk about it all that much. Our parents decided to become Muggles because they wanted to be orthodontists." She rolled her eyes, "When they sent me to Beauxbatons, Hermione resented me because I got to leave the country. She didn't even know a word of French and she wanted to go because I was going. She kept saying that 'I was becoming more talented than her and it was not right for them to be sending me away.' But after she took her blood seriously, she started to talk to me again." She started to babble a little as she and Draco started towards the castle.

"Talented? She said you were more talented than she is? Impossible." He snorted at the girl, with little puffs of breath coming out of his nose, "Damn, it's getting cold." He said as he started to sprint towards the door.

"Hey! Monsieur! Wait up! I have no idea where I am going!" She ran up behind him, hitching up her skirts so she could go faster.

"Mademoiselle, I know. I was just opening the door for you. Pardon moi ((me))." He said as he opened the door for her.

"Excusei moi ((me)), then. And I am smarter than Hermione, surprisingly. She just works harder at it. But then last year, when Hermione started to-" she paused in the middle of the class changing rush, causing Draco to pull her into the Great Hall, where she finished, "have her business happen, she started to owl me again." She looked up at the ceiling, gasping at the ceiling.

"What? What's wrong, ma sweet?" he said, hoping his words hadn't upset her.

"The ceiling! Hermione didn't tell me. Is it real?" she spun around like Audrey Hepburn in Sabrina, starting to fall to the floor, but luckily Draco caught her.

"Yeah yeah yeah, it's a pretty cool ceiling. Now about Gr-Hermione," He said with her in his arms, extended to make sure that she didn't have to be taken to the Hospital Wing for serious head injuries. But suddenly there was a warm, prickling feeling running up and down his arms as he touched her bare skin and stopped talking.

Anabelle stood up and faced him and looked at him with piercing green eyes, "Whatever secrets lie with me, Blaise, and Hermione are never to leave my lips. Understood?"

Draco stopped listening after whatever. Hex Granger. Hex Zabini, the man whore. Hex them all into oblivion. This girl had made him start to feel warm again, and that was something only a certain someone in a Veela. This, this, this Anabelle Leigh Granger. She was to be something. She was to be his mate. He felt his fangs descend into the roof of his mouth. He had to tell Dumbledore.

Without warning, Anabelle felt herself be picked up with a muffled, "Going to see the Headmaster," from Draco, who had picked her up and hoisted her onto his shoulder, then covered his mouth so he wouldn't scare any first years.

"Monsieur! Monsieur! ((Sir! Sir!)) DRACO! DRACO!!" Anabelle yelled, "PUT me down, DRACO!" she cried as he sprinted towards the office, before she was deposited in front of the Headmasters office.

Draco dropped the girl and the hand and hissed, "Rainbow Lollies" and ran up the stairs as fast as possible. When he reached the top of the stairs, the sheen of his hair was gorgeously blonde and his grey eyes where glinting mischievously as he panted with his fangs hanging there.

"What now, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore said, and when he looked up he saw the Veela coming out. "Oh, great, now you and Mr. Zabini there are in mating season. Ohh, Ohh, now who would be this lucky lady be?"

Draco panted pathetically and muttered, "Ahh, ahh, ahhh, Annabelle. That French girl." Blaise was sitting in the corner, biting on a pillow. When he heard Draco mutter the name, his fangs went out and he said, "No way. That's impossible."

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