-Draco's P.O.V.-How was it I managed to have an amazing, beautiful girl asleep on my lap. I certainly don't know. Hermione was the most amazing girl I had ever met, I certainly didn't deserve her. I mean, she was smart, funny, cute and perfect at everything she wanted to be perfect at. She mumbled in her sleep just now. She really was adorable. I shook her gently. "Come-on Mione, time to wake up."

"No, me want to stay in bed!" she complained

"Mione, if you don't hurry up you'll miss the sorting!" I said slyly, I guessed that would get her up. Sure enough she sprang up, off my lap and she almost got out of the compartment before I grabbed her round the waist.

"Draco, what are you doing?" Hermione squealed only laughing a little bit.

"You, are not going anywhere for at least ten minutes."

"Why?"

"Hermione, dear, the train hasn't even stopped yet, we are about half an hour away from Hogwarts, I just wanted to get you up!" I revealed with a smirk on my face.

"You, you, stupid person! Why did you get me up?" She complained before dissolving into laughter. Soon after I started laughing too, finally seeing the funny side of it. By the time we had finished laughing the train had stopped and people were getting off the train. I took Hermione's hand reassuringly and we walked out together. Many gasps followed us, I heard a few people shout that Hermione Granger was cursed by Draco Malfoy. "Oh, here we go." She mumbled. Longbottom himself came running to save the day.

"Malfoy, what have you done to Hermione, if you have harmed her, I will kill you Malfoy!" Before I could cut in, Hermione whispered into Neville's ear. A look of understanding crossed his face. I felt a clench of jealousy in my stomach. I pushed it away, knowing that Hermione wasn't like that. "Sorry about that Ma-Draco." Longbottom said sheepishly. Well, he should be feeling guilty, storming up here and accusing me.

"Come on! Draco, we'll miss the sorting!" My future soul-mate dragged me out of the train and into a carriage.

"Okay, okay! Eager to get to school are we?" I raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"You have no idea, oh wait, yes you do." She smacked a hand to her head.

"Yes love, you forget I am very much looking forward to school, especially because we share a room now…" I wiggled my eyebrows. Hermione blushed.

"Shut up, shut up!" She hit me round the side of the head. Suddenly she clenched up, holding her stomach and almost screaming in pain.

"Hermione, Hermione, what's wrong?" I asked urgently. The carriage stopped and I rushed up to the castle gates to get help. "Professor Flitwick! You have to help me, Hermione she." I panicked

"No need, Miss Granger is a veela is she not? You are her mate I presume? I can cure that in an instant." He walked calmly over to the carriage and waved his wand over Hermione's limp body. A stretcher appeared. "I have cured Miss Granger, but, before the feast starts you must tell Madame Pomfrey." The short professor said curtly." And Draco, if you are Miss Granger's mate, I must stress to you the importance that you stay by her side no matter what, figuratively speaking of course because if a veela is betrayed by his or her mate they will go through unbearable agony and in most cases die." He warned.

"Of course Professor, and do you know where I can find some books on veela, I would like to know as much as possible in order to help Hermione." I asked curiously

"Yes, there should be a few in your heads library, Madame Pince would have had them placed there when she found out Miss Granger was a veela." He replied. I thanked him and then started the laborious task of climbing a small hill to get to the castle. Other students flocked around me but I shooed them off asking for a little privacy. As I approached the Hospital Wing Madame Pomfrey came running out.

"Is this Miss Granger?" She asked whilst wringing her hands.

"Yes Madame Pomfrey." I replied meekly

"Are you Miss Grangers mate?" She questioned.

"Yes, I am."

"Come in then, my dear boy." She ushered us in. Madame Pomfrey revived Hermione in a matter of seconds. She talked to her for a few minutes before handing her about seven vials of golden potion. "This is in case of another attack, both of you should carry one at all times, if another attack occurs, make sure she drinks the whole potion, then bring her to me. I'll have Daisy bring up a basket of these and put them in your dorms." She explained.

"Who's Daisy?" I asked.

"A house-elf."

"Madame Pomfrey, I can take the things up, don't bother the elves." Hermione murmured

"No, Mione, I will take them up, you're my mate, and I love you."

"I love you too!" Hermione said tearfully.

"Now, not to ruin this touching moment but you two need to get back to the feast." Madame Pomfrey said briskly.

"Of course Madame Pomfrey." I said contentedly.

"Yes Madame Pomfrey." Hermione hopped out of bed and took my arm. I kissed her forehead and we walked out of the hospital wing. "I feel like we should sing the Wizard of Oz now." She said absentmindedly.

"That's so funny!" I said between gasps of laughter.

"You watch muggle films?" I asked quietly

"Yeah, a little, why are you so sad Mione, tell me?" I said urgently, if anything was wrong with Mione I would do anything to make her happy again.

"The first film I saw with my parents was The Wizard of Oz. Now they don't even remember that I exist, I put a memory charm on them to protect them during the war and I don't know how to reverse it." Hermione said sadly. I felt a determinedness rise into my heart.

"I'll help you find a spell, I promise, by the end of the year your parents will have their memories back." I promised.

"Okay Draco, thank you." Hermione smiled. We arrived at the Great Hall, students buzzing around us in packs.

"On three, one, two, three, geronimo!" I whispered. We stepped into the open, our hand holding evident. Gasps were heard, someone from the Gryffindor table shouted:

"Traitor!" It was Seamus Finnegan, never liked him. I shook with anger. I heard some of the insults being thrown at Hermione, how dare they treat her like this, she didn't exactly have a choice.

"Come on Hermione, we'll sit at the Slytherin table, they won't mind you there." I muttered.

"That's fine with me Draco." Hermione mumbled. I gently pulled her away from the shouts. I heard one that made my blood boil.

"Mudblood!" That one tipped me over the edge, it was Zacharias Smith. I waved my wand furiously at him. He proceeded to turn into a large beaver.

"NOW, that is enough!" McGonagall shrieked. "I will not put up with that language directed at the Heads, or anyone for that matter, it is not your choice to decide who Miss Granger may go out with, you dare insult them for liking someone from another house. That is despicable. Zacharias Smith, no doubt you have been punished already for using that hideous word you still will have detention with Mr Filch for the rest of the term!" She shouted angrily. We sat down at the Slytherin table.

"That was embarrassing" Hermione murmured.

"Welcome to Hogwarts everybody! Now, the sorting has already finished so before you tuck into this delightful feast, I have a few announcements to make. The forbidden forest is forbidden for a reason, we have a new class arriving this year, for eighth years only, a dance class, it is mandatory. We also have a new teacher for aforementioned class: Professor Rosere!" A feminine teacher rose from the table, she was tall, graceful with long blonde hair swept up into an elegant bun. I decided to like her. "And may the Heads see me after the feast please, you may eat!" McGonagall called.

"Wonder what that's about." I said aloud.

"Probably about Head dorms or veela stuff or head duties." She whispered back

"Being a smart arse as usual Mione, I'm proud of you." I smirked

"Har Har, how very droll." She murmured. I ravenously attacked the food in front of me, I don't know why but I was so hungry. She looked on and smiled evilly.

"What is it love?" I asked as sarcastically as I could with my mouth full.

"Oh, nothing, just the fact you look like… nothing!" The love of my life said innocently. "Oh, look, the feasts finished. Playtime at the zoo's over Draco." She smirked wickedly.

"But you haven't eaten anything!" I protested.

"It doesn't matter, I don't usually eat at the first and last feasts, I'll just get something from the kitchens later." Hermione reassured me like I was a lost five year old. Wonderful! We walked up to the teachers table apprehensively.

"Now, I'm sure you know why you're here?"