Hermione laid in bed, her eyes still closed with a slight chill going through her body. She felt weak and dehydrated. Confused and her whole body itched from head to toe. What had happened? The last thing she remembered...OH GOD!

"Mom! Dad! Mommy!" Hermione jumped from the bed, only to fall to the floor, legs tangled in her blanket.

What is going on? Why do I feel so odd? She lifted her head up and gasped at her reflection. She was short! Her hair, well she could get used to that. Her hair was slightly frizzy from laying down but she could tell, without a doubt, that it was much more manageable than her old locks. What got her even more were her eyes. Her eyes looked like they could pierce right through your soul. Her skin was perfect, she looked like a China doll. All in all, she loved her new look. It was amazing seeing herself like this, her true self. She looked just like the baby in the picture, obviously much older though. She stood up and realized she didn't have her wand, and her shirts were too small, and her pants too long! What a dilemma for a girl to have.

She slowly got up, on wobbly legs and right when she was about to walk out the door, a figure in her fathers robe, burst through the door and pinned her against his chest. "Mine...my love...my sweet Athena..."

Hermione looked out of breath and asked, "How did you know my real name? How did you know?!"

Draco looked at his mate and smiled. "Athe...Hermione, he corrected, your parents have no control over their thoughts. Their secrets leaked out like melted butter. You're adopted. They've known since day one. You're a Zabini. You have a brother! You should be with them, and not here, with these people!" Hermiones eyes grew fiery with a passion, " I can't believe you, Draco Malfoy! They raised me! They made me into the good person that I am today! If it weren't for the, who knows where I would be! Probably some harlot for Voldemort! Who knows if the Dark Lord would still be here today, if things hadn't had been the way they ended up being! Have you put any thought into this situation besides blood purity? I don't think you have, but unlike you, I have! Get your head out of your arse! You're being a pure blooded bigot!"

As she ranted on, all he could think about were ways to shut her up, and the only way he knew how to do that, was to kiss her...but he had to weigh the pros and cons of this decision later.

He grabbed her face, looked down into her big blue eyes, and kissed her with all the lust, passion, the want, and the need that he held in his heart and being for her. He slid one hand into her hair, while the other pressed her into his body, at her waist. He kissed her like it would be the last kiss that he would have, which could possible be true. He broke the kiss and put his forehead on the shocked witches, "Athena, I hope you realize that you are the only love in the world for me. I need you more and more, as time passes. I only have a certain time frame to mark and mate with you, before I die. Do you not realize how hard this is for me? You can live on, marry, have children with anyone else...but you are my life line. If I want to live...we would have to mate now. I have waited too long as it is."

Hermione pulled herself from his grasp, instantly feeling small and alone. Her virginity was the only thing truly sacred to her. A precious gift for her future husband. What if Draco was wrong? I couldn't possibly be his mate. "Draco, you must have the wrong person. How am I your mate? How do you now, for certain? What you're asking of me is a lot. We aren't even in a relationship! Or married! I don't even know my family! Hermione finally let herself break down and fall to the floor. Draco was there in an instant, he picked her up, laid her on the bed and cuddled with her until the crying subsided.

Now, Draco was having a hell of a time controlling his Veela. He could feel it ebbing up, his eyes dilating and turning from his usual grey to black. "...Athena..."he choked out, his voice raspy and shaky. She whipped her head towards him and saw beads of sweat, him shaking...and holding her like she was his life line (which she is.).

Athena finally accepted it. He could feel it in his soul, his Veela was singing to the gods, thanking them for her acceptance, but yet she had yet to verbally give it to him, so how did he know? No Veela knows how his mate feels until they're marked. What makes him different, he wondered.

Athena(we shall just call Hermione Athena from now on.) looked to Draco and nodded her head, and with a slight whimper said yes.

"I will be your mate, Draco, but you must treat me with respect. My friends with respect, and my muggle parents with the same kindness you show me. I will learn to love you, as you so obviously love me. Isn't that what having a Veela mate all about?" She smiled, and he saw the mischievous smile that he saw in his mate dream. He rolled on top of her and kissed her gently. He gel this weight up with his arms, he put both hands near her head, one hand rubbing her beautiful face and the other buried in her thick locks. "Athena Amaralynn Zabini, do you accept the bond that is about to take place? Do you accept my love? Will you accept me?" Draco asked.

She took a deep breath, and loudly said yes.

He kissed her mouth once more as the magic sweeper them up and pulled them closed together. Athena felt something hot in the middle of her belly the moment she said yes. She felt herself get wet, more than wet, she had to take these panties off because they were just saturated from her juices. Her pussy started to throb and she gulped. She didn't know what to expect, but from the looks of it, the magic that took hold of them knew exactly what was to happen.

A/N: Tahahaha. Yessss, I'm evil. Muahahaha. I'll probably update tomorrow. No worries. I also have no owner ship of the characters. Alas, that's JKs. She's pretty boss though, I give her props. Reviews are welcome. Leave the shitty at the door. It's not wanted. ;)

I'm also writing this on a phone. It's a pain in the arse.