Forgot to say this in the last chapter - Harry Potter is not mine
Chapter 2
Lights and colors flashed through Hermione's eyes. For the past hour or so she had been feeling as if someone injected her with drugs, she felt what she assumed would be a high. All her senses seemed to have heightened. She swore that she could taste colors and see sound. She had heard of muggles with synesthesia but something told her that what she was going through was different.
Much more different.
The man who'd injected her had disappeared not too long ago. He told her that he was going to go get a pain reducer. That made Hermione very nervous. What kind of pain was headed her way.
More strange visions and senses assaulted her being. What was happening?
Very suddenly Hermione's body was racked with pain. Her back felt as if something was trying to expel itself. She felt like her bones wanted to leave her body , trying force themselves out. Suddenly , whatever it was trying to leave her body had exploded from her back.
She screamed and heard the man rush in.
"There now," he gently said. " Drink the potion. It will all be fine, drink the potion."
She screamed and stared at the man. Should she drink the potion? Was he trying to poison her? No, he would have done that already.
Having no other choice she drank it. Immediately she felt relief in her back and drifted off to sleep. The last thing she saw was a flurry of purely white feathers.
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Malfoy Manor
Draco stared, with much disdain, at the pretty blonde girl across from him.
Astoria, Tori for short, Greengrass. The youngest of three children, the younger sister of his classmate Daphne. A beautiful young thing from a very good family. Astoria Greengrass was the girl most families wanted their sons to marry. Luckily for Draco Malfoy, she was betrothed to him. Unluckily for the young Malfoy , he hated her.
With all her beauty , grace, and good name also came a plethora of awful things. For one , little Tori had quite the reputation amongst young men. Whory Tory she was called by other girls. She was also quite rude and not very bright when it came to school. She was snobby and all of the many boys she had dated she had forced to buy her expensive little trinkets. She was an awful little thing that had been broken up with by most, if not all , of her boyfriends. Parents just seemed to ignore all of her nasty traits.
Dracos parents especially.
"So Tori," Narcissa Malfoy began. " I hear you and your older sister are both headed back to Hogwarts."
Dracos parents had invited the little trollop for dinner much to Dracos annoyance.
"Yes Madam Malfoy, " Toru replied. " All good ,pureblooded, proper women should always have an education."
Draco rolled his eyes at her little lie. The girl averaged a Poor grade with one or two Trolls and Dreadfuls.
" Yes," Lucius said. " Men do like to say they have an intelligent wife."
Tori beamed at the "compliment" while Draco just sneered. Dinner would be a long and icky affair.
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Later that evening Draco had gotten a scolding from both his parents.
"She is to be your wife," his mother said. " You must treat her with respect, you had very little choice Draco. Young Astoria is a blessing."
" I do not care whether you like the girl or not," his father sneered. " You will marry her or there will be consequences."
Draco had nodded his head in defeat.
His only choice was Astoria, it was true. She was the only available pureblood.
Draco picked up a forgotten copy of the Daily Profit.
Hermione Granger Still Missing
Draco stared at the heading. The poor girl had been gone for almost a week and yet her supposed to be friends didn't seemed to worried.
Draco truly hoped that the girl was okay. He may have not liked her but that didn't mean he wanted her dead.
Wherever she was he at least hoped she wasn't suffering.
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August 19
" So are you going to tell me why I am here?" Hermione Granger asked her captor as he brought her some lunch.
For the past month and a half it had been the same daily routine. Her captor kept her locked up in an admittedly cozy room . Everyday he would bring her some breakfast and then inject her with more blood and potions. He would leave her to rest then come back with lunch and a book. At the end of the day he would bring dinner and some dessert and casually speak with her.
Hermione had taken to trying to get some information out of him. He mostly stayed quiet and changed the subject.
Overall, Hermione wouldn't say she was being tortured. She was being experimented on but not truly hurt. Yes some of the experiments were awful but he would heal her. She didn't know what nefarious things he was up to but for now she was happy she was alive.
"Still not going to tell me I see," she said.
He looked at her and smiled.
"Actually," he replied. " Todays dose was your last. You are now officially a Veela."
Hermione stared at he man. She should have figured it out. She knew he had said something along the lines during the first dose. She just barely remembered it now. The giant wings now on her back should have tipped her off.
"So thats it, " Hermione replied." I am your little veela experiment. Why? Why do you want to make me a veela? Is it some sort of sick fantasy of yours to marry a veela."
Hermione's eyes widened after she said that. Many thoughts passed through her mind ,dark and nefarious thoughts. She quickly shuffled as far away from him as she possibly could.
" That what it is , isn't it," she accused. " You are some freak who wants to marry a veela and you are going to force me to be your mate."
Her new wings uncontrollably twitched as the man came closer to her. She desperately wanted to hex the perv but he had managed to dampen her magic.
"No," he said as he finally reached her.
Hermione felt an immediate sense of relief and calm wash over her. It was unexplainable because she did not trust him.
"No, " he said again. " I am not forcing you to be my mate, you can't force a mate."
Hermione stared at the man and saw that he had a very sad look in his pretty blue eyes. Come to think of it, the man was very pretty. He had soft looking dark curly blonde hair ,he had healthy , peachy skin, he had a very lovely physique. He was beautiful. Things were starting to make sense.
"You're a veela, " Hermione said. " Aren't you. Thats why you were giving me your blood. I thought...I just assumed it would mate me to you"
The man gently smiled.
" You are correct " he replied. " I am veela."
" I'm confused," she said. " if you are the veela then...I don't understand. If I am not your mate, why make me a veela?"
" Do you know that besides finding a mate," the man replied. " A veelas main objective is to spread their genes. Very animalistic , yes, but its one of a veelas many instincts."
Genes? Blood? Spread his genes?
To her.
" You put your genes inside me?" she asked. " Wait ?! Are you saying that you ..that I am...am I related to you now?"
"Yes," he replied. " I lost my mate before I had the chance to inherit my veela. For that reason I've survived."
It was making more sense. He couldn't have a mate. Veelas could only stand to touch their mates but he desperately wanted to continue his blood line.
"Why me?" Hermione asked.
The man smiled his pretty smile.
" Because you look like her," he said.
Before she knew what was happening , he had injected her with something that knocked her out."
"Be careful my little one."
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September 1
Things had gone by fast after Hermione was found. Her captor , turned surrogate veela father, had placed her at the steps of St. Mungos. The healers had deemed her healthy enough to leave a week later. They had seen that her blood and DNA had been changed but were all sworn to secrecy. Hermione had told Kingsley the Minister for Magic, and Professor McGonagall about what had happened to her. They had sworn to protect her privacy and make sure she was treated the same.
It hadn't occurred to her to think about a mate until McGonagall mentioned it. For the past few days she had been thinking of who her mate could be and how she would find him. She had read many books that had told her that she would feel it. It was a natural instinct but Hermione feared that it would be more difficult for her.
Although, and thank the lords, she was certain that her mate was not either Harry or Ron. When she had returned Harry had become so very protective of her. Ron had tried to speak to her but she had ignored him.
She promptly broke up with him which had caused a huge rift between her and the Weasleys.
Ginny, Molly, along with Ronald had made it out to seem as if she was in the wrong. Percy just ignored all the problems, as did Charlie. George was still her friend but she tried to stay away from him as to not cause problems. Bill and Arthur were mostly neutral.
Right now Hermione was sitting alone in the Hogwarts express waiting for the head boy. She had been given the head girl position and had to check with McGonagall to tell her , her progress with her possible mate.
Life was really strange right now.
" Well hello Granger," a drawl said, snapping her out of her thoughts. " You look different."
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Here was chapter 2. Any grammar mistakes tell me. If you see an unrecognizable character its because I am putting one or two just cuz.
