Morning came much faster than I expected, and for whatever reason, Harry actually came. Alone. With Draco. Well then he wasn't actually alone, but he wasn't accompanied by Ginny or Ron so...Alone enough.

"What do you want Hermione. And what is with that password?" Harry demanded immediately.

"I'm really sorry Harry but I need to talk to you and I can't say this around Ginny or Ron..." I lost all confidence I had at his irritated tone of voice.

"But you can say it in front of him?" He all but shouted.

"Oh shove it Potter. I found out on my own." Draco snarled at him. Harry glared at us.

"Harry, you need to understand that I can't be around the Weasley's anymore." I started. I saw that Harry was about to yell a retort. "It's physically painful for me."

Harry shut his mouth, and lost his glare. He was still fuming, but he looked more confused now than anything else.

"I need you to keep an open mind because I have to tell you this. My gut is telling me that I can trust you, every fiber of my being is telling me to tell you, but you need to swear that you won't tell a soul."

"I keep secrets Hermione."

"It's not that Harry. If the wrong person found out about this it could be a matter of life and death so you can't even tell the Weasley's at all. They are too impulsive they mean well, but...They are forgetful when they get going."

"Do you want a wizard's oath? Did he have to do it to?" Harry jabbed his finger in Draco's direction.

"Harry, that's between Draco and I." I soothed. I looked over at the painting and noticed that Severus was watching us quietly. The twitching of his hand the only indication that Harry was annoying him. I shook my head and nodded for him to step out. He understood and left. Harry and I performed a wizard's oath with Draco's help and I sat both boys down on the sofa while I sat in the cushy chair.

"Harry, a few months ago my mother came to me in my room. She disarmed me magically, and locked my door as well. At first I thought she was an imposter but she told me something that no one else knows. I didn't think even my mother knew but...Well apparently my glamours don't work as well against her kind..." I fidgeted. "She told me that I was half Fae."

Harry gave me a blank look and Draco sighed. "Fairy, Potter. Hermione is half Fairy."

"I know what Fae is Malfoy." Harry snapped.

"Enough." I snapped at both. Harry glared, and Draco just raised his eyebrow at me. "Long story short: I'm 18 now, my father doesn't know what we are, my father doesn't know my mother is magical, and because my mother is a fairy she could not reproduce with a non-magical being. In other words, my father is not actually my father." I looked at the empty portrait that usually contains my real father, but remained empty for right now.

"Do you know who your dad is? Why can't you be around the Weasley's? Why aren't they allowed to know? How is it physically painful for you to be around them when we've all been friends for years and it never bothered you before."

"I don't know honestly, Harry. Anything about the Weasleys is a mystery to me. All I know is that my mother told me to follow my instincts and if I don't I could end up in serious trouble. As for who my real father is...It's Snape..." I waited for the explosion to come but it never did. Harry looked at me thoughtfully.

"Why won't you talk to me anymore?" he chose to ask.

"Because I can't get you on your own away from any Weasley's. Ginny has been attached to your hip. And any time I'm near her I want to throw her off the Astronomy Tower." Harry laughed. Unfortunately for him...Draco knew I was being serious.

"That isn't a joke Potter. Any time Hermione is anywhere near Weaslette, I have to yank her in the opposite direction because she gets ridiculously angry." Draco leaned back and watched me when I blushed.

"That obvious?" I whispered.

"More so." he commented. I looked at my hands in my lap and blushed some more.

"You hurt my girlfriend and we'll have problems Hermione. I won't tell her this for obvious reasons, but also because it isn't my secret to tell. But you can't expect me to stop hanging out with my friends and girlfriend just because you can't."

"I don't expect you too Harry..."

"Now hold on a second Potter. That's not fair." we heard a voice from beside me. I looked up and Severus was in his portrait again. "There are only two other living people in this school that knows what she is. And you don't even know the half of what she deals with. Did you know that a person's scent can affect her in many different ways? For example. Draco's scent to her is addicting. It's something that no matter how hard she tries she will never be able to stay away from him." I blushed harder, and Draco, being closest to me, reached out and touched my hand gently. "Also, the Weasley's scent to her is painful. It literally burns her nose."

"They smell rank, like something has died inside them, only more potent." I muttered. Harry looked confused. I sighed. "When I started to transition into my Fae body, there were changes. My hair has changed, my eyes have changed slightly, my teeth have changed, my senses have enhanced, and...I need human blood to survive...Once a week at least." I blushed even harder, and Draco chuckled.

"Who have you been feeding from then?" Harry asked me. I blushed even more. Severus growled a little.

"Me." Draco said plainly. Harry looked outraged. "No one told her she needed someone to feed off of once a week. She was told she would need the blood but she didn't know how often. So yesterday was the first time she was actually able to feed, and at the time I thought I was the only one who knew. But I'm also easier to find than Loony Lovegood." I glared and he smirked at me. "While you were off with your little girlfriend doing who knows what," I growled this time. Draco froze and looked at me. I blushed and rose from my chair. I looked at him, then at Harry, and then I bolted from the room.

I locked myself in my bedroom. Not caring if they stayed in my chambers or left. I didn't care how much time went by, nor did I care if I missed any meals. I didn't care if I missed my classes either for once. I'd make it all up pretty quickly anyway. I don't know how much time went by, but they never bothered me. That I know of...I did put up a two way silencing spell... I cried the entire time. Why would I be so protective of Harry? He doesn't even have a scent to me. Well...he does but it's a very neutral scent. There's no reason for me to be all worked up over Harry being with Ginny. I've known it would happen for years now, and I've always been ok with it. I encouraged it. What is wrong with me now?

Night had fallen, and my tears finally dried up. I was somewhere between awareness and sleep, a state where barely anything registered in my mind but I knew theoretically what went on around me. So, theoretically I knew my fireplace flamed to life, theoretically I knew someone somehow managed to floo into my room, and that they were slowly walking to my bed. I also heard Draco's voice saying my name, ever so quietly, gently. I didn't even really pull out of my mind when he laid down beside me, and pulled me into his arms and curled up around me.

"I know you aren't asleep, Hermione," he whispered into my ear.

"I don't want this." I whispered back. "Any of it. It's confusing, it's frustrating and I don't have control over myself anymore."

Draco stroked my hair gently. "It takes time. It was thrown upon you too suddenly, and you were expected to do all of this alone." I turned around in his arms and snuggled up against his chest.

"How did you get in here?"

"Snape told McGonnagall what happened this morning, minus the fairy part. He told her that you had changed in such a way that if anyone found out what it was it could be a matter of life and death and that you had locked yourself up in your room. He then proceeded to talk her into granting me floo privileges temporarily into your room. Just this once." I smiled.

"I hope he did it in such a Slytherin way that she wouldn't be able to fill in the blanks."

"You doubt your father? I might tell on you."

"Oh I'm so scared." I giggled.

"You should be!" He turned us both over and began to tickle me.

"Oh my god Draco! Stop! I give." I protested, still laughing. He pulled his hand away, and folded them so he could lay on them, propped up on my belly, looking into my eyes.

"Are you done hiding?" he asked seriously. I blushed and tried to move away. He held me where I was. "Hermione, I know you're scared. I know you're confused, and worried. You really can't hide from this, no matter how much you want to, no matter how much I want to let you. This is who you are now, this is what you are now and you need to figure it out."

"I don't understand why I am the way I am in regards to Harry."

"What's his scent like?"

"It's very neutral. It doesn't tell me to stay away, but it isn't inviting like yours is. It's just...there." I looked at Draco. "What's wrong with me?" Draco flipped over and stared at the ceiling.

"I honestly don't think there's anything wrong with you. The problem might not be with Harry but with your history with him and how Ginny smells to you." he looked over at me. "It doesn't matter right now. What matters is that you need to stop hiding."

"If you hadn't notice, it's late. Dinner is probably long since over, so I really don't have to leave the room."

"I'll give you that." Draco looked down at me. "Are you done hiding from me though?"

I swallowed nervously and nodded. He leaned down and touched his lips to mine softly. I let him take me away to where my life was much simpler. It consisted of nothing but him and I. When he pulled away, I almost felt like pouting.

"Why are you so tolerant of my issue with Harry, Draco?" I asked nervously, trying not to hide my face from him.

Draco sighed. "I've had to watch you with him for seven years. It isn't anything new to me. You are naturally protective, and very passionate and loyal. An obvious Gryffindor. A quality that I both get annoyed with and admire."

"Don't let another Slytherin hear you say that. You might end up hexed." I laughed.

"It isn't funny Hermione," he said even though he was chuckling a little too. He looked at me curiously. "What color are your wings?"

"I haven't been able to call them..." I looked away briefly. When I looked back at him he had a shocked but adoring look in his eyes. "What?"

"You're still a virgin?" I blushed.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I pulled myself up and wrapped my arms around my knees.

"A fairy is unable to call her wings when she's still a virgin."

I tilted my head up towards the ceiling, closing my eyes. "Nice to know..." I whispered.

"Don't be embarrassed, half the girls in school are sluts already."

"Yeah, and I'm supposed to be the sluttier of them all." I joked half-heartedly. "Its just...It's annoying that my mother tried to teach me how to call my wings and made me attempt to do it every day. She should have known that I couldn't do it...It's like she thought that just because I was turning 18 I had already gone off and slept with someone."

"It's very common in Fae women actually. They usually have sex when they are 16. They are usually raised knowing what they are, so they sleep with muggles knowing they won't get pregnant."

"I'm not like that though." I looked at him. "There's only one person I've even felt that way towards...ever." Draco looked at me curiously.

"Mind if I ask who?"

"I'd rather you didn't."

"I think I just did."
"I'm not telling you." I blushed and looked away.

"You're blushing which means I really want to know." He sat up and touched his forehead to mine, forcing me to look into his eyes. "Tell me."

"You." I whispered.

"I like the sound of that," he whispered back before he kissed me again. Wrapping me in his arms and laying me down beside him. "We will wait and see what happens, Hermione. I would love to be your first when you are ready. But I think right now, we should work on studying up on anything Fae we can get a hold of. You have a lot of stuff to work through, and no one to really help you." He kissed me again. "I would like one thing though."

"Yes?" I asked him.

"I want you and I to be together."

"I thought you were afraid of my Fae?" I asked him, shocked.

"I don't think you'll run around on me. If I'm the only one you've felt that way towards, and my scent affects you that much it has to mean something." I smiled at him and pulled him to me again, accepting through another kiss.

I didn't mean to bite him and draw blood, but when it happened I became frantic. Embarrassingly enough. I kissed him harshly, and touched him wherever I could reach. I eventually pulled him over on top of me, and held him close to me, molding myself against his body.

"Hermione, no." Draco whispered into my ear, pulling away from me. I pouted. He laid his hand against my cheek and I closed my eyes and sighed. "I know it might be hard for you. But we are going to see how things go with us before anything else, ok?" I nodded. "Good. Now, I need to get back to my chambers." Draco moved to leave but I grabbed his hand before he could leave the bed completely.

"Stay."