Translations are at the bottom, it's not as long as last chapter, mostly because i found the perfect cliffhanger spot. ^.^ Oh evil me. Review! -mwauh-

"Wait! Wait…" Hermione exclaimed as she put a hand up, effectively stopping Draco, and moving back and out of his embrace. "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have done that… I.. Well, I mea… You… Gosh I didn't thin… Oh man…" Hermione stuttered out as she looked around panicked before ending off with a moan and her hand wiping across her face.

"The hell Hermione?" Draco was highly confused by her, one moment she was unsure then kissing him then she goes back to confused, next she might try jumping him again, he couldn't predict her. She stood there in front of him for a few moments with her head in her hands before shyly looking up at him.

"Sorry… I needed to know what it would be like; if it would be something I wouldn't mind doing. My mind simply… ran away with me?" She looked at him with uncertainty while biting her lip. "Are you doing this to me on purpose?"

"Doing what?" He stood, arms crossed and a slight scowl on his face, trying to figure her out.

"I… I'm not… sure… exactly. I just feel… different? When you're around, I didn't realize it until I sat and thought of it earlier, and now that I'm aware of it, I can pick up on it more." They stared at each other and he tilted his head trying to keep her talking so they could both figure out what it is that is going on. "You touch me and I get shivers and goose-bumps, I… My body feels pleasant and I don't wanna stand apart from you. Why?" Draco was silent for a moment before sighing and uncrossing his arms just before sitting back into his chair.

"Pheromones. Simple as that. I can control them around other females; apparently though around you, the Veela can't help but let them loose. He also won't listen to me and stop it." He had started scratching nonexistent things off the table when he started talking, not stopping for a few moments before glancing at Hermione, she seemed to be in her own little world. She opened her mouth a few times to say something only to end up closing her mouth with a sharp sound when her teeth hit together. "I doubt that sound means anything pleasant for your teeth Hermione." She blinked a few times before shaking her head, she didn't hear what he said specifically, but she knew he said something playful. Whatever it was he said could be ignored however for her questions.

"You said you can control them around other females, how does that work? How did you manage to control it?" She sat back down giving Draco her full attention as she switched into 'research mode'. Draco sighed and shook his head as he sat back in his chair; of course, leave it to her to only hear that part.

"I got tired of people, mostly females, throwing themselves at me, and once I came into my heritage, I found out why they were doing so, and I practiced, a whole lot mind you, to stop it. I knew I had it when even Pansy left me alone." He chuckled and she smiled slightly.

"When did you practice this? You were at Hogwarts and then Azkaban, when did you come up with the time?" He out right laughed at her words and how naïve she could be.

"Mea, you wouldn't believe how much time I had 7th year, you weren't there remember?" She looked very well taken aback, almost like someone had slapped her.

"Seriously? You spent all of 7th year flirting with other women to figure out how to turn on and off your charisma? What about your studies?"

"Studies? Is that what we called them then? I don't think so, even to us Purebloods, and most of us faked liking it, it was Hell. Our studies were on the best way to use the Unforgivables and our homework was torturing others in the dungeons! We hated hurting our classmates, but in order not to be hurt ourselves we had to do the hurting. I didn't have to open a single book that year to pass anything but McGonagall and Flitwick's class." He could see the frown marring her brow but didn't think anything of it as he kept talking. "I didn't do a thing that year other than flirt around, eat with friends and survived the war as only I knew how."

"Are you serious?" Hermione stood from her chair with such force that her chair screeched back and fell over. "You hurt people then laze about like it didn't matter? That's surviving? People had to hide from you and your 'friends' Draco. Many of the people I knew went into hiding, some didn't even make it back out, and in the only 'safe haven' that the wizarding world knows, you tortured people just to get a free pass! That's sick!" She moved to make her way out of the kitchen, trying not to give him much of a chance to say anything. He didn't like that very much; especially when she blew up at him for doing what he had to; he stood and before she could get far he raised his voice at her, stopping her effectively with his words.

"Am I serious? Yes! I am bloody serious Hermione! I could have been the one being tortured, and even so, those that I personally tortured didn't get it that bad! I did what I had to do to save people and to save my family! I didn't like it, I hated it, the feeling of bringing pain to someone else, to see their blood, seeing their mangled bodies! That still haunts me!" He watched as she shook her head and continued out the door at a faster pace than before she had stopped. He growled as he took off after her, trying to prevent her from leaving without a resolution. "Don't you dare go anywhere Hermione Granger!" She stopped and turned quickly, her wand in her hand, the tip pointing right at his chest.

"Dare I? Excuse me? You think you have the power to control me? I don't think so. I don't care who you are, you don't control me!" The magic around her was causing her hair to frizz out, making her resemble the former her, from before she went through puberty. He held his hands up in surrender hoping that she would put her wand away.

"I didn't mean it like that! I simply meant that you shouldn't just walk out like that without resolving anything beforehand!" He shouted back, he didn't think once whether or not his mother or House Elf could hear them, at the moment he was fully concentrating on the highly dangerous threat in front of him.

"I don't have to resolve anything!" The hand not holding her wand was thrust through the air across her body as if she was trying to ward something from herself, most likely his words.

"We have to, to be able to work together!" The Veela inside of Draco was sending him warning signs to simply shut his mouth before he said something stupid, but he wasn't listening. "Do you honestly think I want to work with you? Huh? Of course I don't! What self-respecting man would be willing to work with someone like you? Ugly, overly self-confident, annoying Muggle-born and oh! Don't forget the bookworm charm to top it off!" They both froze when his mouth shut on the last word and Draco, his Veela included, took note of the increase of dangerous aura and magic surrounding her as the seconds ticked. Her jaw was clenched together, a tick in her jaw could be seen on the right side and he could just barely make out the tell-tale signs of tears forming in her eyes.

"Don't speak to me ever again Draco Malfoy. And here I thought you were better than that." She turned to walk away, barely catching anything out of the corner of her eye until the last second when she found herself being forced backwards. She didn't realize, as it all was only a few seconds that he had moved until she was pressed between him and the wall.

"Don't speak to us like that Meus Sodalis, I know the Puer can be… un-agreeable at times, but don't take what he says personally, you simply… perturbatus eum, is all." He had caught her gaze as he started talking and held it as he took a step back; their hard breathing was the only thing between them now. She wasn't sure if she was glad or not for knowing Latin well enough to know what he had said, or if she would have preferred to not know that he called her his mate, even if Draco had said it before, it just felt different this time.

Once he took a step back she looked him over and she was glad she didn't have enough breath in her to gasp or it would have been really obvious that she was just noticing the tell-tale signs of a change in him; the one indicating the Veela is in control. His canines were elongated significantly, his eyes were darker, like storm clouds at sea, his hair was brighter, a few shades toward white, and he looked like he was glowing slightly. She almost forgot that she was upset at him for a moment, but the glare, that same self- centered, spiteful glare graced his features once again and it made her remember why it was exactly she was upset at him.

"Amor, mitescere, oportet te scire." She blinked at him and it took her a moment's thought to realize what else had changed about him, his voice had become gravelly, more animalistic and predatory. She very vaguely realized what he had actually said.

"I don't know what you're getting at with this understanding business Malfoy, but I won't stick around to find out. It was a mistake coming here; I knew nothing good could come of being around you." He looked pained and she noticed the fact that his body seemed to be rippling; there was no starting spot, except that it appeared to be coming from under his skin.

"I've given you a chance to walk away, I've given you the choice and yet you stayed! Why did you stay only to leave now? You gave us a taste, a gustus caeli, and then you rip it away from us! For what? Trying to find out how to control ourselves around other women so that you wouldn't do just this? We flirted, yes! You never asked us if we went further than that, well let me tell you something, I'm still a virgin, and I stayed that way for you! But not once have you ask what has you truthfully bothered!

"You used what we had to do to survive against us. We only survived for you anyway and if you walk out of those doors tonight, it will be the last time you see us!" The glare shared between them was almost enough to make the pair of them apologize, they could both feel the nearly physical hurt from this fight, and neither one wanted to acknowledge what his confession really meant.

"I did things I'm not proud of Hermione, but I've changed so that I could become the man you would want, I'm not that boy anymore!" She turned away at his pleading look that was accompanied by his words. She couldn't take it anymore, she had to get away from him, he was overriding her senses so she couldn't think. One moment she wants him, then for some reason she's jealous; and, yes, she did use the fact he tortured people as an excuse to blow up at him but she couldn't tell him she was jealous, that would be horrible and highly embarrassing; a moment later she's afraid and with the emotional rollercoaster he's got her on she just can't think straight.

"I… I can't do this Draco… I can't accept you… I thought I could… but I can't!" At her words Draco fell to his knees and she turned and fled out of the room, his scream of agony and anger following her out. She quickly left the Malfoy lands and appariated, with the loudest crack she's ever made, to the only place she could think of: her parent's old home. No one lived there anymore, but since they had owned the home no one could sell it without her permission; she went up to her old room and collapsed in a sobbing heap.

While she was busy fleeing and escaping her own reality, Draco was dealing with the words she left behind, they were tearing him apart, his Veela was attacking him from the inside out for his stupidity in driving her away. This was how his mother and House Elf found him minutes later, screaming, thrashing and convulsing, his skin rippling even more so, it looked as if something was trying to break free from inside.

"Pipsky! Quickly! We need to calm him down." Narcissa rushed over as Pipsky popped out of the room, quickly returning with a vile of calming draught.

"Here Mrs'es ma'am." The Elf handed over the potion and they moved him so he was flat on his back, his eyes wide open, still emitting those horrible screams. Narcissa unstopped the vile and poured some into Draco's mouth, but it didn't have any effect, she poured some more but still no results. She handed the vile back to the House Elf and quickly and forcefully closed his mouth, making sure that he at least swallowed the potion. When his jaw forced itself back open and his arms started hitting her harder she moved back away from her hurting son. She knew she couldn't take him to St. Mungos for they wouldn't be able to help him, they would most likely only make it worse.

"Pipsky, we need to knock him out. The Veela will be able to take over easier then." The Elf nodded and shifted his hand, effectively stopping Draco's movements before levitating him up and Narcissa walked over calmly, his eyes now following her. "I'm not going to hurt you, mea filius, please, calm yourself." The look she received would haunt her forever. They were the same eyes Lucius' cousin had when he went feral; they were pained, angry, hurting and screaming for her to do something. She wasn't sure what happened after she went to bed, but she guessed Hermione had come over; there was no one else that could put him in this state.

"You don't have long; let me help you, let me help you get her back." He was slowly starting to shake now and she glanced at Pipsky, who had a concentrated stare pointed at Draco. She moved her hand along his shoulder carefully and to his neck where she knew his pressure point was before pinching it. His body seemed to relax for a moment and his eyes closed before snapping open a moment later.

Narcissa gasped and moved back, she knew that the Veela was in charge now, his eyes were fully black, his hair completely white, with a tint of silver and his canines would make a vampire jealous. Pipsky made a small whimper just before a small shock wave spread through the room originating at Draco. Narcissa and Pipsky had turned their faces away and once they looked back they were both slightly afraid of the man that stood before them, no not man, creature.

"You shall not interfere. I was punishing him for pushing her away, now I'll have to wait for him to awaken." He looked around the room, most of the stuff had been broken or knocked over in the blast but he stepped over to the door way, almost as if he was levitating over everything. "Clean this mess up, I don't want to see this when I come back through here." His deep, animalistic voice took on a note of viciousness that had not been there before the Veela had taken control.

"Mea filius?" Narcissa asked, slowly and carefully, she knew how bad a Veela male could get, she had seen it a few times before with various family members, but a Veela had never taken control to this extent before. At her questioning look and the 'my son' he scoffed and shot her a glare.

"Te sunt non mater, te sunt simpliciter humana vivit adipiscing." Narcissa gasped at his words, a hand coming up to cover her mouth at his harsh words spoken to her. The Veela itself didn't consider her a mother, only her Veela side, which had stayed complacent since her and Lucius had mated all those years ago. She shook her head, tears quickly forming in her eyes. "The only reason you are not dead where you stand is because of my mother and the fact that this room still needs to be cleaned." With that he turned and left, leaving the house and making his way down to the apparition point where he stood feeling for her magic for a moment. Once he found the signature of her magic he grabbed a hold with his own and soon was no longer there, not even a sound had accompanied him as he disappariated.

Mea = My, or Mine.

Meus Sodalis = My mate

Puer = boy

perturbatus eum = upset him

Amor, mitescere, oportet te scire. = Love, grow tame, but you must know.

a gustus caeli = a taste of Heaven

mea filius = my son

Te sunt non mater, te sunt simpliciter humana vivit adipiscing = You are not my mother, you are simply the human she lives in.