But before Lavender Brown could do anything about the Weasel, he got a Prefect's night patrol with his Hermione. He loved every bit of it. The time alone with her, it was precious to him. He wasn't being as nasty as before to Her. He was being nicer to Her than usual, or so he thought.
Although he had to refrain himself from calling Her Hermione in front of Her.

"So Granger, how are we going to go on about this patrolling business?"

"What do you mean by 'we'?" Sadly, he sensed venom and spite in Her voice, despite him trying his hardest to be civil to Her.

"We, as a team, should work together since we're both House Prefects, shouldn't we?"

"What's gotten into you, all of a sudden, Malfoy?"

"Nothing, I just thought we might try to be civil to each other, since we are working together, no."

"First things first, there's no 'we', between us and second, there's never going to be a 'we'." His hopes got dashed at that.

"Well, if you're going to take it like that, then, we should go back to insulting each other?"

"No I mean, you've gotten over the calling me 'Mudblood', thing, yes?"

"Yes, and I thought you were the most brilliant of our year."

"Well, I just'd like to know why, that's all."

"Because I've figured, since we're going to work together, I'd better be civil to you, hence my calling you by your family name."

"Thanks, Malfoy, for making it easier for both of us. I thought this was going to be unpleasant, but you've matured."

He interiorly blushed at Her compliment. Getting a compliment from Her was very rare, since she'd never praise someone she considered an enemy.

"So, we're friends?"

"I guess."

Just then, his legs were burning like on fire. He got a sudden stinging sensation in his legs again. "Oh no, not now, Merlin help me!" He thought. Perchance, Headmistress Mcgonagall was there and whisked him away from his Prefects duties before he grew a fish tail again.

Away from his Hermione, Mcgonagall asked him :

"Have you thought about how to tell Her about your situation?"

"I don't know yet, Headmistress, would you please help me?"

"As She said, you've definitely grown some manners. Yes, I will help you tell her. I'll tell Her to get in my office right now."

"We're going to tell Her now?" He screeched.

"Yes, and for Merlin's sake, you're screeching like a girl."

"I'm sorry, Headmistress. So, how exactly are you planning to tell her?"

"I've something in mind already, don't you worry about that part. Meanwhile, get yourself in the Prefect's bathroom while I'm going to get Her in my office. Get in my office after you're done with your bath."

"All, right, I'll be waiting for you."

In the Prefect's bathroom, he filled a whole bathtub, and began bathing. As soon as he touched water, his tail grew back into legs and he felt so much more soothed.

"Oh Merlin, water feels good to me. I never knew water could feel so good. Thank Merlin Mcgonagall made me a Prefect. But I couldn't resist transforming when I'm so near Her, because she's so beautiful and attractive, I want to touch her, to feel her skin on mine." He was musing out loud to himself.

A while later, he was in Mcgonagall's oval office with an astonished Hermione Granger. Wow, the state his Mate was in was barely Her. It was obvious that she didn't understand what was going on.

"Headmistress, I was summoned tonight in your office, for what purpose, please?"

"To tell you something of importance, Miss Granger."

"What?" She said simply.

"Mr. Malfoy is a Merman and you're his Mate."

"What? That's impossible!"

"Miss Granger, you almost saw him transform tonight, and you're still not believing what I'm telling you?"

"But, but, but… Malfoys are famous for being Pure-Bloods."

"Well, it turned out that my parents found this out on my birthday." This was Draco.

"And me, a non-Pure-Blood, his Mate?"

"Even though you may not be a Pure-Blood, you're still my match in everything else : intelligence, grace, beauty."

"I can't believe this. Besides, I'm with Ronald Weasley! He's the love of my life, you can't be the one i gotta spend the rest of my life with!" He read rejection, repulsion and so much more in Her tone of voice.

"Hermione, please, you gotta believe us. I almost morphed into a Merman before your eyes, and you're still not believing the facts?"

"No, and besides our patrolling duties, I don't want anything to do with you, Malfoy. And it's Granger to you. She spat his name out.

"Miss Granger, would you please hear me out…" Was tentatively trying their Headmistress as she was storming out of the oval room.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, that was the best I could do…"

"That wasn't your fault, Headmistress, you can't make Her believe it! And even if I were nicer to her, she's never going to fall for me."

"There's a Muggle saying, Mr. Malfoy and that's : 'Never say never.'"

"But it seems like that to me." He said so desperately.

"It might seem like that, but the stars are saying you two belong together. She'll come around, She will."

"But how?" He still asked stubbornly."
"You can't divine out the future, She'll think it through and think that you're not so bad after all." Mcgonagall was encouraging her disparaged student.

"No more of this please, I know it's not going to work out." Replied he, all hopes dashed.

In the Slytherin Common Room with his friends

"So, tonight you almost transformed in front of your Mate and she didn't believe you when you told that you're a Merman and She's your Mate?"

"That about sums it up yes."

"You know that if she keeps rejecting you, you'll die."

"Geez, thanks for being so encouraging, Nott." Said he, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"No problem, anyways, I hope She'll come around for you, Mate." said Nott again, this time more encouragingly.

"Thanks for cheering me up. I'm going to take a walk around the lake to clear up my mind, good night."

That night, after his disastrous telling his Mate about his predicament, and She disbelieving him, he went around Hogwart's lake for a walk. He was thinking that dying for his love might not be so bad. But what he didn't know, was that if she didn't believe him soon, they'd both not survive it. So they both got to be with each other, or else, none of them would survive.

"Why are the Fates so cruel to me? Choosing for me a Mate who hates my guts?" Was shouting Draco to the moonlit and starred night sky.