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Chapter 2

Kisses

Draco holds onto the last shreds of sleep with all his might, but they still manage to slip through his fingers. With a groan, he peeks through his crusted eyelids, only to snap them shut again when he is bombarded with light.

"Draco?" A hushed voice asks, somewhere to his right.

He groans in response, forcing his eyes open again, going slowly this time to adjust to the light. He ends up staring at a white ceiling in his room. Dimly, he realizes he must be in his bed. How did he get there though? He doesn't remember moving... That's when everything comes flooding back to him. The letter. The pain.

"Draco, sweetie, are you okay?" His mother asks, her eyes wide with concern. Though Narcissa hadn't shown it much when he was a child, she does love her son very much and worries about him as well.

"I'm fine, mum." He replies, sitting up and glancing around the room. Sunlight filters through the windows, which confuses him. It has been evening when he had passed out. "What happened?" He turns to look at his mother, taking in her anxious appearance.

"You passed out from pain." His mother replies simply. He narrows his eyes slightly at her, knowing that she knows more than she is letting on.

"What happened?" He repeats, his tone indicating that he wants answers. Usually, he never talks to him mum like this, but usually, he doesn't make up after passing out from pain.

Giving up, Narcissa sighs, "How much do you know about Veela?"

Draco gives his mother a confused look, but answers her nonetheless. "Not a lot. They are magical creatures that are beautiful." He replies. He only knows this because of the Veela from his fourth year. He remembers the french girl, Flower? Something like that, was a Veela. Other than that they are beautiful, he doesn't know much about them. He felt no need to research them. "Why?"

"Draco..." The woman smiles at her son, knowing him well enough to know he will not like what he is about to hear. "You're half Veela."

As expected, he does not bode well with this statement.

"Mother, what are you talking about? Of course I'm not a Veela. I'm a pureblood, just like you and father." He shakes his head, refusing to believed such a thing. If he was a Veela, then everything he thought about his bloodline would be a lie. He wouldn't be a pureblood wizard like he had always prided himself to be. His blood would be a mix of wizard and Veela. No, that's not possible. He doesn't believe that it could be possible.

"Sweetie, I'm not a pureblood. I'm a Veela and your father is my mate." The way she says it leaves no room for argument.

Just like that, everything Draco has ever known is shattered. "If I'm a... a Veela," The word seems weird in his mouth, and he doesn't like it. Not one bit. "Then why did I feel that pain?"

The woman looks at her son for a long while before responding, "You need your mate." At his confused look, she elaborates, "All Veela have a mate. Their perfect match. Their soulmate. Their equal in every way. Once the Veela blood asserts it's self, you won't be able to rest until you find your mate."

"And if I don't find my mate?" He asks, suddenly nervous.

"Let's hope that doesn't happen." She replies.

"Mother..."

She sighs, "If a Veela doesn't find and make their mate their own within a year of the Veela blood asserting it's self, the Veela will die."

Draco gets why she hadn't wanted to tell him, but he still is glad he knows. "How am I going to find her?"

"You're going back to Hogwarts." His mother replies, holding up the letter that he had been contemplating tearing apart.

There is no use arguing against her, so he accepts his fate with a sullen nod. "What is she's a mudblood?" He asks suddenly. It can't be a mudblood. If she is, then he doesn't know what he'll do. His father would- No more thinking about him! He doesn't matter anymore.

"Draco Malfoy! I do not want to hear that filthy word come out of you mouth again. Do you understand me?" He nods at his mother's scolding. Narcissa had been like this since the end of the war, hating anything that had to do with the Dark Lord. "Besides, even if she is a muggle-born, she will be equal to you in every way, son." She reminds him, her sharp tone softening slightly.

He runs a hand through his hair and glances at his mother. "Just one more question?" At her nod he takes a breath and speaks the words he had been dreading since learning about his mate. "What if she rejects me?"

Narcissa Malfoy had never seen her son as vulnerable as he was in that moment. Not even when he had received his first mission from the Dark Lord. He looked so broken, and she longed to make him whole again, but only his mate could do that.

"If she is truly your mate, she won't."

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Hermione laces her fingers through Ron's as she tugs him into King's Cross Station. "Come one, guys! We don't want to be late!" She calls to her friends, who are taking their sweet time.

"Calm down, 'Mione." Ron grins, pulling her back to him in order to plant a quick kiss on her lips. "We'll make it. They can't very well leave the Head Girl behind, now, can they?"

"That's not the point, Ronald." She replies, releasing his hand in favor of her cart, which carries her trunk.

"Race you to the platform!" Harry challenges his best friend. Before either Ginny or Hermione can protest they are off, pushing their carts throughout the maze of people at King's Cross.

"Boys! Honestly!" Hermione groans, turning to look at her fellow Gryffindor. "Sometimes I can't tell if they are men or children!"

The younger redhead laughs as they follow the boys' path to the platform. "You're the one who agreed to marry one of them." She reminds her friend.

At that reminder, Hermione glances down at the ring on her finger. It's a chunky thing, a think silver band with large diamonds, something that Ron would not have been able to afford before the war. After it though, due to the fact he had helped save the wizarding world, it was an entirely different story. The Golden Trio was definitely well off, being rewarded greatly for defeating the Dark Lord, and all being offered jobs as Aurors as soon as they finished school.

The ring was something that could not be ignored, in fact, it was glaringly obvious. She had suspicions that Ron had gotten it her because of that fact. It was beautiful, of course, but not something she would have chosen for herself. No, she would want something much more simple for her engagement ring.

Plus, she hadn't wanted to wear it during the school year, just for the purposes of being in school. She didn't want to gossip and rumors going around. But, when she had told Ron this, he had panicked at the thought of her not liking the ring. In order to assure him that she loved it, she promised to wear it proudly. Which is why the chuck of diamonds is currently residing on her finger.

"Besides," Ginny continues, not noticing her friend's thoughts change direction. "If they weren't they way they were, would we still love them?"

"Love who?" Harry asks, bounding over to his girlfriend as soon as she comes in hearing-range. Anyone can see the adoration written on his face as he stares at the girl and wraps an arm around her. "Do I need to be concerned?" His voice sounds serious, but there is a teasing glint in the boy's eyes.

"Oh, you know there is only one person I could love." Ginny giggles, kissing the dark haired boy passionately, clearly not caring they are in the middle of a train station.

"Well, as much as I love watching my sister and best friend snog, we should be boarding the train." Ron inserts, appearing next to Hermione just in time. The two in question pull away from each other sheepishly, both of their faces flushed.

Hermione grins at her friends, "Come on you two lovebirds!" She teases, untangling herself from her fiance and stepping through the wall to platform nine and three quarters before another word is spoken. Within seconds, all of her friends join her on the platform.

"Looks like someone is eager to find out who the Head Boy is." Harry smiles at her, an arm still wrapped around Ginny's waist.

"Whoever it is, he better keep his hands off my fiance!" Ron demands, only half-joking.

She rolls her eyes, deciding it is best to ignore the comment than reply. Instead, she boards the train, leaving her friends trailing after her. "I'm going to the Heads' compartment, I'll see you guys later." She tells her friends.

"Later, 'Mione!" Ginny says, kissing her friend's cheek, then tugging Harry down the train to look for an empty compartment.

"Babe?" Ron speaks up, when Hermione turns to face him, he continues. "I'm really glad you said yes." She doesn't need to ask what he means, she already knows. After all, the consequence of her saying yes is on her finger.

"I'm glad you asked." She replies, giving him a peck on the cheek before turning to find the Heads' compartment. Unfortunately, Ron ha other ideas.

He grabs her wrist and spins her back around to face him. Before she can protest, his lips firmly cover hers in a passionate kiss in the middle of the Hogwarts Express. She knows from experience that he won't let her go until she kisses him back, so she responds to the kiss. He tastes like peanut butter and Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. Not necessarily a good combination.

After what seems like forever, Ron pulls away from her, grinning widely. "See you, babe." He plants one more sloppy kiss on her lips before setting off in the direction Harry and Ginny went. As soon as he is out of sight, she discreetly wipes at her lips, not liking the taste left in her mouth.

Once she can only faintly taste his lips, she turns. And finds herself looking directly into the furious silver eyes of Draco Malfoy.

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