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Summary: "I want some grandbabies soon and Lucius and I think that you're the perfect candidate." Hermione didn't wait to hear the rest before she hightailed it out of there.
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Pocket full of Sunshine
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At the feast
Just sitting in the Great Hall amidst the laughter of the new first years as they begin breaking away from their shy antics, amidst the proud seventh years and the teachers as well as the Head master, Hermione was wrought with nostalgia. The idea of leaving the place that had been her home away from home for the past six and a half years caused the girl to get teary eyed, but she reeled in the tears in fear of her friends questioning her.
Looking down the Gryffindor table, she looked at her friends who seemed so much older now that she really looked at them. They were no longer the scared little first years that she remembered with the threat of a crazed dictator wanna-be trying to kill them off hanging over their heads. Now they sat there, with their head held high as victors, friends, and new lovers. Looking at Harry who gave Ginny a kiss to Ron's disgust, and Hermione smiled at them although they were not actually looking at her.
Sighing, she began to poke at her dinner; it seemed as if every body was going to enjoy their year except for her; even Ron who was now blushing at something the dumb slut, now girlfriend, Lavender Brown was whispering into his ears. Sure they'd dated for some time in their sixth year, but it was like dating her own brother, and feeling guilty every time he kissed her cheek just did not sit well with her. At the start of the welcome feast, the headmaster had announced that her co-head is the devil himself…well Malfoy was not the devil but close enough to be considered as such. She can almost picture the exact taunting conversation the Weasley twins would have if they heard which they most likely will by tomorrow or even tonight, because people did not know when to shut up, cough Lavender cough.
Movement from her peripheral vision caught her attention, disrupting her thoughts as she turned facing the Heads table to give the head master who now stood tall and regal in front of them, her attention. Like every body else, the war had affected him as well; as stood there he looked a lot thinner than she'd remembered. The talking had ceased, whispered conversations died out and the jovial welcoming to friends had ceased as well, leaving everyone to look at their Head master, the golden silence ringing in the air.
When he spoke, his booming voice carried around the room, "I hope you all have enjoyed your supper, now it is time to head off to bed, everybody please follow your prefects to your respective dorms, and will the Head Boy and Girl please come to the front? Good night." The chatter resumed as everyone hustled off to their beds.
Walking up to the heads table after saying goodnight to her friends, she saw Malfoy was already there looking as much of a prick as he had been; she stood closer to the head master and she saw him smirk at her response to him.
"Now follow me please so I could show you to your dorms, I'm sure that you both had a very interesting trip tonight." He walked ahead leaving them to follow him, and Hermione knew that she was not Hallucinating when she saw that particular glimmer in Dumbledore's eyes; the old man probably knew everything that was happening.
He lead them to a portrait on the sixth floor of a woman sitting under a tree in what seemed to be a park, talking animatedly to a snake that she held in the palm of her hand. Her skin golden, probably from a lot of exposure to a lot of sunlight, her glossy brown locks were made up in a neat bun showing of her long elegant neck which was adorned in what seemed to be a simple silver necklace and a rather large diamond pendant hanging just below her collar bone. Her features were pretty, pouty pink lips, large brown eyes, cheeks flushed from laughter most likely and a nose some people would have considered to be cute. All in all she looked like Hermione and the 'real' Hermione just guessed that the snake was Malfoy, fitting description or no, this was too 'coincidental' if she could say so. Said Head Girl fixed a glare on the back headmaster's head, so he's included in this too eh? Well, I'll just have to keep my eyes on him too Hermione thought a she listened to speak softly to them.
"So, the password is 'hope for the hopeless', now you are not to give your password to any other student and if you wish to have your friends over, then you may. There is a kitchenette inside, and if you need anything, the fridge is stocked with enough supplies and will refill itself, if you want something specific, you can ask a house elf. The bathroom is to be shared and your rooms are connected to it, now, goodnight Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger," with that said, they watched as he walked down the almost empty Hallway and disappear around the corner.
Quickly whispering the password to the portrait, Hermione entered the common room only taking a moment to appreciate her new living area. The mixture of both of their house colors made it seem interesting, but the idea of staying and have Malfoy molest her, crushed all the excitement the new common room had managed to instill in her. Not realizing that said 'molester' was watching her from the door way, Hermione turned tail and fled up the stairs and into the room that had her name written in large letters on a plaque which hung on the door. She prepared herself for bed and went to sleep praying to Merlin that some how her life would return to normal when she woke up in the morning.
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Draco stood in front of Hermione's door, smiling at nothing in particular, except the thought how his little pet was trying with all her might to ignore him. A frown marred his beautiful features, when he realized that he had to some how find a way to mark her or else his veela would drive him mad, seeing that it knew his mate was within marking distance but yet still he had not done it. Draco knew that it wouldn't just drive him mad, but it could also kill him if she rejected him as his mate. Taking in her scent one last time, he went to his room so he too could catch some sleep.
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Next morning
The sunlight broke its way through her almost translucent curtains, falling on her face causing her to wake from her sleep. Hermione could not complain, if sleeping here meant sleeping this good, but she felt spoiled with all the privacy and special treatment that came with being Head Girl. Her bed was toasty and comfortable; stretching to work out the kinks that were usually there, she was surprised to find that there was none, and the hand that was around her waist pulled her closer to a deliciously warm and solid body that lay asleep behind her. She felt a nose nuzzle her neck and a pair of soft lips kiss a spot just below her ear, the sound of a satisfied groan floated to her ears.
Realization hit Hermione in her gut like a freight train running over her full speed and she jumped out of bed, only for her feet to get tangled up in her sheets resulting in her falling over the side of her bed. The body that had been snuggling up to her a few moments ago groaned in what she assumed to be the loss of her body heat followed by a deep husky laughter. Hermione was mortified to be specific, she was sure she was blushing up to the roots of her hair. Gathering up her sheets in her hand, she peeked over the top of her bed only to see Draco Malfoy lounging on her bed as if he owned the damn place, her embarrassment melted away only to be replaced with anger.
"Malfoy what the Hell are you doing in my bed? I always thought that you would go to any lengths to be in someone's bed but this is just preposterous, now get out, I'm going to have a talk with Dumbledore about this." She looked as if she was going to strangle him, but he just laid there, his head laying in his open palm staring at her.
"Love, I wouldn't do that if I were you, you might confuse the old man, with your outrageous claim." His calm voice just served to irritate her even more.
"Tell me darling, how waking up with you in my bed is preposterous?" She hissed at him.
"Because, if you had taken the time to look around, then you would have seen that this is my room, not yours mine. Now you have either two choices, you either come back to bed willingly seeing as it is a Saturday or I will bring you back, you make a very comfortable teddy bear." He drawled, laying himself on his back as his right arm was placed over his eyes, and ignoring the fact that he was only dressed in flannel pajama bottoms, that looked to be silk.
Hermione's face lost all it's color as she stood there gaping at him, for the first time, she realized that she sheets were Slytherin green and not the Gryffindor red she had seen briefly before diving under the covers. She did not pay mind to his invitation of joining him, her embarrassment was first and foremost, and she'd embarrassed herself in front of Malfoy of all people.
Draco saw that her face had gone pale and her look of embarrassment and a slither of guilt pricked at his heart of being so crude.
"Look Hermione, it's ok, alright it was a mistake, and I get that. It happens to people ok? Nothing to worry about" He said in a soothing voice in an attempt to comfort her.
Looking at him, her expression did not change "I'm sorry Malfoy," she whispered and took off to her room. Draco sighed frustrated at the situation and ran his hand through his hair unconsciously.
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Ginny watched as her best friend push her eggs around her plate, her face set in a brooding manner. Ginny knew that either two things could cause Hermione to sulk, and that was Ron or Malfoy, and seeing as Hermione and her brother had greeted each other in their normally friendly way she could safely say it was the latter.
"Hermione what's wrong?"
"Nothing"
"It doesn't seem like nothing to me"
"Well it is Ginny"
Ginny decided to take another approach, "did Malfoy finally buck up and tell you that you were his mate?" By the whiplash that she almost received, Ginny could have only guessed that wasn't it.
"What do you mean mate Ginerva?" Her friend whispered to her eyes wide and disbelieving. Shit, Ginny knew that she had just dug herself in a hole and there was no way out.
"Well, you see there comes a point in every Veela's life where they have to find their mate before they are driven to the point of insanity, or worse die." Ginny finished of and attempted to shovel more eggs into her mouth to avoid the conversation.
"Ok and how would you know that Malfoy was a veela? Did he tell you in hopes that you would help him 'woo' me?" Hermione whispered furiously, when Ginny's face looked guilty, her eyes grew with disbelief, "Ginny I can't believe you of all peo-"
"That's not how ok?" Ginny cut her off with a wave of her hand "I found when he molested you on the train. When he had you in her arms, he looked, possessive, and looked at you like you were the love of his life, but when I pulled you away, dear old Merlin, the boy –erm- the guy looked like he was about to Avada me. I've seen that look before when we went to a quiddtich match; I'm not too sure what happened to the guy that was hitting on a male Veela's mate." Throwing an apologetic look to Hermione, she continued with her break fast.
Hermione's eyes scoped the Slytherin table and saw him sitting with a bored look on his face, and his best friend Blaise Zabini looking as gorgeous as ever (but Hermione knew for a fact that Zabini was not a veela, but just the above average handsome wizard) at his side. The girls at his table were practically salivating around them, she even saw girls from the other houses doing the same, and their boyfriends looking furious. No doubt she should have seen the tell-tale signs of him being a Veela, but avoiding him had taken up most of her time. Suddenly as if he knew she was watching him, and she knew from reading that he definitely had, he looked up, their eyes connected and that morning's incident became fresh in her mind again and she blushed, looking away.
Ginny raised a questioning eye brow at her blushing friend, silently asking why the sudden blush, not knowing that Harry and Ron had seen her little blush and who was behind it, they listened in.
"I just remembered that I woke up in Malfoy's bed this morning." She was still blushing.
"WHAT?!" Both Harry and Ron stood looking enraged at Hermione. Oh damn.
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Hearing everything that was going on, followed by Scar head and Weasel's out bursts Draco Malfoy stood up, trade mark smirk in place, Zabini on his right and he walked over to where his lady love sat.
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A/R: I must say that I am sorry for taking so long to update I felt bad about it, but it's been a rather hectic week for me because I have been procrastinating with my home work. Gahh!
I wanna thank my ever faithfully lovely reviewers: littlewildkat, ladyredqueen, vividink, amrawojulieann17Evil Tobi, ginsensu, hpwwefanMonnbeam, LilyFlower121wasumirth, Hotkat144ilenoir, Heidi191976
bigmommak: I know you weren't expecting that Blaise wasn't a veela, and honestly neither was I, your comment made me twist things a bit. Thanks. And I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
anglbby989: Thanks for your suggestion of a beta by the way, it was helpful.