A few weeks went by and nothing seemed to happen. I finally managed to get Harry and Ron to stay away from me. Though, I missed Harry's presence. I knew I could tell him what I was...But I could never get him away from Ginny, and I can't tell the Weasleys. I didn't know what they'd do, but I really don't want to be involved anymore, they smelled terrible.

As the days went by though, I grew irritable, and even paler. I couldn't figure out why. Even though I knew it had to be something stupid obvious. Unfortunately, Draco Malfoy seems to be the only one who noticed. He grabbed me off to a side corridor one day and confronted me about it.

"When was the last time you fed from someone?" he asked worriedly.

"What do you mean?" I blushed.

"As a Fae, you need human blood at least once a week to keep your strength up. You're growing paler by the day, and your snappier, and slower than usual, when did you feed last?"

I blushed even more...if possible. "I haven't..." I whispered, looking at my feet. To my utter surprise, Draco lifted my chin up, pulled up his sleeve and held his wrist out to me. I raised my eye brow in question.

"You need to feed, and seeing as so far, I'm the only one that knows, you have to deal with it." I licked my lips nervously.

"Not here..." I grabbed his arm and tugged him along with me to my chambers. "Amortentia" I said to the portrait hiding my rooms. I saw Draco raise an eyebrow, and I blushed again.

"I couldn't think of anything else," I said pushing through my portrait. "Plus that's something no one would ever think as a password for me." I sat him on my couch, and moved to sit across from him in one of my cushy chairs. "Plus I figured it would be a tad ironic with what I am." He smirked.

"Who's portrait?" he asked.

"Don't laugh?" He shrugged his response. "My mother won't tell my dad what she is, so she isn't really able to help me...My dad doesn't know I'm not his. That portrait is of my real father. Severus Snape..." I looked away. I wasn't embarrassed, but I was uncomfortable with the idea of seeing Draco's look of surprise.

"Hermione, look at me." he said. I sighed and looked over at him. "I knew Snape had a child. I knew she was being raised by her mother, and I also knew that he wouldn't be able to have anything to do with her. I also knew that I would meet her someday because my father attempted to promise me to her when he found out about you. We didn't know it was you, per-se, but we knew about you." He held his wrist up again, sleeve still pushed out of the way. "Now, you need me, and I'm here for you. Bite me."

I shuddered as I leaned in and lightly bit his wrist. I didn't think I would ever like the taste of blood. But his was sweet, sweeter than honey with a slight hint of a fruit flavor added in. I thought growing up that blood would taste more like iron, and slightly rusty like most people say. But the flavor that practically exploded in my mouth was anything but. His sent became like a drug to me, I managed to force my teeth from him, and licked the wound to heal it, but I could not pull myself away from him completely. The first taste of human blood woke something inside me, and I could feel a tingling sensation along my spine and shoulder blades.

In my mind, I knew that it had only been a few seconds, not that much blood was taken either. But it felt like an eternity that I sat there, entranced with the scent of his wrist. I couldn't pull away, and I knew he was starting to get uncomfortable, or had to have been. But that didn't even register in my mind until he slowly pulled his wrist away from my hands, and I let out a small, pitiful whimper.

When he chuckled at me, I glanced at him quickly, realizing just what I had done, and I covered my face and ran out of the room, all the while hoping that he didn't see me cry, or my face red. I threw myself on my bed and just hid my face in my pillow. I didn't care that Draco was in the other room, staring at my door, I didn't care whether he left or not. A little part of me wanted him to follow me, but the other part was embarrassed by what I did. By who I am. It was hard to answer when a light knock came at the door.

Draco slowly cracked the door. "Hermione?" I tried to hide my face more, but he turned the light on and saw me hiding. "Don't hide from who you are Hermione." He whispered.

"I'm a freak." I whispered back. I suddenly felt the weight shift on my bed and I looked up. I knew I was still bright red in the face, but I couldn't understand why my enemy of seven years was trying to comfort me. "Why are you trying to help me Draco?" I asked quietly.

"Because I've always wanted to." He answered. I didn't want to believe him, but I knew he was right. I didn't say anything, and let him continue. "I owe you so much. Seven years of hell deserves at least double the time in care and help. I don't deserve to be close to you, to let you feed on me when you need to, to let you lean on me when things get too rough. But you deserve someone that is willing to do that for you. You've pushed your friends away, probably because you feel you can't tell them about your fae. We both know Weasley would try to take advantage of you, and Potter would be scared of you. I'm not afraid of you, nor do I want to take advantage of you." he sighed and looked away. "I'm almost afraid to get close to you. I know what Fae are. I know they can be...promiscuous, and lustful. I don't want to be taken advantage of either Hermione, but while I'm not willing to be in a relationship with a fae, I am willing to let you feed off of me."

"I don't want to be that way Draco. I don't want to be like mom, constantly hiding from my father. Hiding her magic, her wings, herself and the truth. I don't want to constantly feel like I need more. I feel protective of Harry, as in I want to throw Ginny off of the Hogwarts Express every time I see her, and when I'm near you it's very hard not to lose myself in your scent. I feel as if I could tell you anything, while my Fae is telling me not to trust the Weasley's as much as I have in the past. It's all too confusing. Why would I feel so protective of Harry? It doesn't make sense."

"Maybe you realize that he's been the one who's been there for you since day one. Weasley has done awful things to the lot of you through the years. Some that would put me to shame on some days. Now, I know I'm not perfect, but I'm willing to change. He's too pig headed to even consider it. Now...Weaslette on the other hand, she's manipulative. I understand that having that many brothers can cause you to grow up a certain way. I understand the theory of siblings, even if I've never had any. But she's not the saint everyone claims her to be. And your fae knows she isn't right for him." I nodded and sat up. "So what exactly was that back there?" he asked. I sighed.

"Tasting you awoke something in me...Your scent was enhanced. A person's scent can be addicting to a Fae. Yours might just be mine." I looked up at him. He was grinning. He leaned in and touched his forehead to mine.

"My scents addicting, huh?" he whispered. Draco leaned in and let his lips touch mine, and I sighed into him. Everything was how it was when I fed from him. His scent and taste just exploded around me, and I could feel myself falling into him. I wanted nothing more than for him to ravish whatever part of me he wished. I needed what he gave me, and he gave it willingly and then some. I couldn't sense anything around me, everything was Draco. Draco's lips against mine, Draco's hands caressing my skin, never quite touching, and never moving anywhere inappropriately. I nipped at his bottom lip with my sharp fang, and he opened in surprise, and I quickly took control. I warred with his tongue, as I lowered him underneath me on my bed. I slipped my hands underneath his shirt and ran my hands along his body.

Suddenly though, he stopped, and pulled my face a few inches from his. I whimpered softly, blushing again. He touched his lips to my forehead, and moved out from underneath me.

"If I let you go any farther, we'll both be in some serious trouble. Snape won't be out of his portrait forever you know." Draco stood, and held his hand out for me to take it. I grabbed it and stood. "Besides, we're gonna miss dinner."

As we were walking out of the room, I had a thought. "Draco...What does this mean for us? I mean...You don't want to be with me because of what I am. But...Whenever I catch your scent, I just can't be away from you."

Draco looked slightly hurt. "If it's just my scent then don't worry about it. I'll find a way to cover it up."

"Draco it's not that!" I almost shouted at him when he turned to leave, letting go of my hand. He spun around in shock. "It isn't just your scent. It's your scent that traps me, yes, it's that I'm practically addicted to, yes. But that does not meant that's the only reason I want to be with you. You're the only person who knows me...You're the only person that seems to care about me, and the only person that I'm currently able to trust. I will not say I love you for the simple fact that we've put each other through hell and back for seven years. And deep down, I am still terrified of you. I don't want you because you smell amazing. I want you as you are when you are here with me when no one's looking. When you don't have to keep up appearances, when you don't have the mask. When you aren't worried who sees you talking to the little 'mudblood', which people still call me, by the way. I'm tired of the prat that you usually are, and I don't want to be apart from who you are right now."

"Pretty meaningful words for a Fae." He spat, and turned on his heels and left. I dropped to my knees on the floor where he left me. I knew there was absolutely no way I was going to be able go down to dinner after this. Sometimes, when I think I might just see the real him, get under the mask he wears, and figure him out, he changes, and I'm back at square one. Why does he bother wanting to help me? I'm nothing but a stupid fairy.

"Ugh!" I cried out, slamming my fists down on the wall nearest me. I didn't even realized that I broke a couple knuckles. I couldn't feel it. "I really fucked up, didn't I?" I asked to no one in particular.

"You didn't Hermione. You may have just said the wrong thing first, but things will piece themselves together, slowly but surely. There are reasons certain people smell the way they do to you." I looked up at the portrait of Severus, and shook my head.

"Why does this all have to be so bloody confusing? I don't know if I love him, I'm not even sure if I know how to forgive a lot of things. I can't forget what his aunt did to me, while I know that he didn't do it, in my mind he still didn't stop it. And I understand why he didn't...but at the same time, I don't care. On one hand, I want him to be with me, and only me, and stay that way for the rest of our lives. But on the other hand, I don't want to get into anything too serious because of that fae part of me. I don't want to ruin my chances with him, but I don't feel like I have chances with him either. My feelings are so mixed up, I can't even make sense of myself. Which are Hermione's doubts, and which are the Fae's needs?" I stood and walked over to one of the chairs by the fireplace and sank down into them.

"You will know in time, Hermione. Just try to patch things up with him. Tell him what you told me. I've known Draco all his life. He can be difficult to read, but he's had feelings for you for years. And I'm the only one who has never judged him about it. I don't appreciate the extra attention, but what father would? I want to see the both of you happy, whether it be together, or apart. I don't want either of you to hurt. Go talk to him. And don't show that usual stubbornness about not wanting to be the first one to talk because he won't talk to you because he feels that you won't listen. Go, now." Severus said sternly. I stood, and nodded at him.

When I entered the Great Hall, all of the chatter died down when I reached the Slytherin table. I was fidgeting with my hands, I knew it, but I couldn't seem to stop. There he was, staring up at me, his usual sneer in place, but I saw something in his eyes that made me want to weep. He was hurt, but he had hope, something I had never seen on a Slytherin's face.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked, quietly. "Alone please?" Draco nodded and stood up. I saw his hand twitch towards me, but he controlled his actions. "Don't hesitate with me Draco." I whispered, sensing his discomfort. "I may be a fae, but I have feelings too. They may be a little jumbled right now, but don't think for one second that I don't care for you." At this, he smiled a small, relieved smile, and wrapped his one arm around my waist, as we walked out of the castle and to the lake.

"I'm sorry." he said, once we were a comfortable distance from the school.

"Don't be. Fae are not faithful creatures, that I've heard."

"That you've heard? Hadn't you studied up on this?"

"For once? I don't want to know. I want it to go away, and not have anything to do with me. I didn't have my whole life to prepare for this. It was kind of just thrust upon me randomly. 'Oh, hey, by the way Hermione, on your eighteenth birthday you're going to turn into a fairy, but don't tell your father because he still doesn't know that I cheat on him.'" I smiled up at him. "I'm pretty much alone on this. I have Severus, but he only really knows theory. I don't want to be seen studying fairies either. I just want it to go away." I looked away. Draco pulled me to the ground, and we leaned up against a rock by the lake, me laying my head against his chest, his head on mine. He wrapped his arms around me comfortably, and I tried to ignore his scent, knowing he didn't like how I was when I noticed it.

"You know, it isn't very often that a Fae finds someone who's scent does to them what mine does to you. Mildly addicting yes. But not to your extent."

"Great, I haven't even got my wings yet, and I'm already an abnormal fairy. Thanks Draco, that's exactly what I wanted to hear." I put my face in my hands.

"I don't mean that Hermione. Don't you want to know why?"

"Not really."
"Why not?" Draco turned my face to look at him.

"Because I want things to go back to normal. And right now, admitting that I'm not who I though I was is not helping me go back to normal."

"You do realize, Hermione, that you not studying something, and spending all your time in the library is not you going back to normal?"

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "I said I wasn't studying fae. Not that I wasn't in the library studying at all. Its just...This fae stuff came at me too quickly. Everything in my mind right now is a jumbled mess and I don't know how to fix it. I don't know how to piece together what my mind and heart are trying to tell me. I don't know where Hermione's doubts end and the Fae's needs begin. On one hand, your scent calls to me, distracts me, and makes it to where I can't think well enough to even prevent myself from talking without thinking. It keeps me from being able to sort out what it is I really mean and say it that way and everything just comes out wrong." I looked down at my hands, so small in his. It felt right being with him, but it was scary to feel so natural with anyone right now. "I'm afraid of the Fae. Mum told me that we can be a little promiscuous. And that's really all she said before she just let me be on my way. She didn't even tell me how often I needed to feed. I've barely kissed a boy before you...and already my skin feels like it's on fire whenever your near me. I trusted you the moment I saw you when we ran into each other. You and Luna are the only ones that know anything about me, and Luna just figured it out. I care about you...It isn't your scent I'm drawn to. It's not even how you taste. Even if any of this only started because of it..."

Draco reached his hand up to my face and tilted so I was looking up at him. "I'm scared too Hermione." He whispered. "I don't want to care about someone who is going to run off in the long run. But I want to trust that we can have something together. And who knows, maybe things will be different for us because you can be yourself with me." I nodded, but then an idea hit me.

"Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"My gut is telling me that I need to tell Harry. I've been meaning to, I just...Can't get him alone. Do you think you can help? I can't go near the Weasley's and I don't want to have to explain to too many people that their scent actually burns my nose..."

"I'll talk to him when I run into him tomorrow for breakfast and I'll bring him up to your room. Does that work?"

"That sounds perfect. Thank you Draco." I was beaming, and he leaned down and kissed my forehead. And for the moment, everything was ok. But I definitely needed to take a trip to the library. I don't know how to be a good Fae, I don't know what to expect. And to be honest? I really do want to know why Draco is so appealing to me, but I really don't want to hear it from him yet.