Author'sNote: A HUGE thanks to all of you who have reviewed and supported me. You have no idea how much it means to me!
Alia-karasu: I'm glad you liked the chapter even though it was short. As for your guesses, I'm not going to say if you got them wrong or not since I don't want to ruin the surprise but you are going to get to know Draco's mates in this chapter so you'll be checking at least one of your answers. As for the others, you'll get to find out Harry's other mate in the next chapter but it'll be quite a few more chapters until you got to find Ron's other mate since he's going to encounter some troubles…
DealWithTheMalfoyManner: Thank you for another AMAZING review! You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say you think I'm a good writer. I'm glad I managed to surprise you in the last chapter and I hope you'll be surprised again in this one and in future ones. I'd love to hear from you again. Maybe you could tell me your guesses for Ron and Harry's remaining mates? I'd be delighted to know what you think!
Here are the guesses I got for the mates:
Harry: Bill and Cedric
Ron: Oliver and Neville
Draco: Charlie and Blaise
Ron: Oliver and Blaise
Draco: Charlie and Neville
The ones in bold are the ones you already know.
Anyways, before you continue with chapter 5 I'd like to encourage you to send me your guesses for Harry and Ron's remaining mates. It would be really great for me too se what you guys think.
Also, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to DealWithTheMalfoyManner who has supported me with heart warming reviews that keep me going whenever I hit a writer's block. Thank you for your continuous support and I hope you like this chapter!
Last Chapter:
"Let's switch numbers so we can keep in touch and maybe meet up sometime", suggested Oliver. Ron smiled and nodded. They switched numbers with promises of meeting again and Oliver left soon afterwards. Ron had been so busy talking to Oliver and enjoying himself that he forgot all about his second mate.
Chapter 5
Draco had just spent the last two hours fretting about how his mates were going to be. Ever since he had realised he was actually a veela, he had been planning on looking for his two mates at a feast that was taking place in Hogwarts to celebrate the second year since Voldemort's defeat. He was obviously invited since during the end of the war Draco had switched sides and helped Harry track down Voldemort in order to defeat him. You could say he and the Boy Who Lived were now sort of friends.
With a last look in the mirror, Draco quietly made his way out of his room and into the entrance hall. Draco knew he probably looked strange, creeping around his own house but he didn't want to warn his parents that he was going out. You see, him and his parents weren't exactly on speaking terms right now. When he had finally gotten enough courage to face his parents after the transformation, they had been enraged by how different he looked. When he mentioned that he needed to start looking for his mates they had started getting angry at himand told him that he should be ashamed for embracing what he had become. He, of course, retelliated and told his parents that theyshould be the ones ashamed for not telling him he had veela blood.
Making his way to the fireplace, Draco got out a note from his trouser's pocket. On it was written where he was going. He didn't write why but he was sure his parents would figure it out. He wasn't going to leave a note at first but he didn't want his parents, especially his mother, to think he had ran away from home or something like that.
Grabbing a handful of floo powder, Draco flooed away from Malfoy Manor and directly to Hogwarts. He wasted no time at all, and he quickly made his way to the Great Hall he hadn't seen in two years. It was so different than the last time he'd seen it. The last time he'd seen it, it had been full of dead and injured people. Today, it was full of people again but they were all joyful and were all busy celebrating.
He had no idea how veelas found their mates. He knew it had to do with smell but that's all. Was he supposed to smell all the guests in the Great Hall? Draco desperately hoped that that would not be the case. The Hall suddenly went quiet and dark. Live fireworks started to zoom over the guests' heads and behind the fireworks Draco saw two figures on brooms enter the room. It felt like his fifth year when those Weasley twins had set those fireworks on Umbridge.
The two figuers on brooms landed and Draco started to feel a little light headed while smelling the divine smell of roses and daisies. His legs started moving on their own accord and he found himself walking towards the smell he was loving so much. Imagine his surprise when he realised the amazing smells were coming out of the two Weasley twins. He knew what that meant. He knew it but he didn't want to belive it. How was it possible that the Weasley twins were his mates? Why was he so unlucky?
He was so busy thinking about the torture he would go through having the Weasley twins as his mates, that he didn't realise he had been gaping at them. Draco quickly closed his mouth and desperately hoped Fred and George hadn't seen him. Luck wasn't on his side. "Well, well, well", said one of the twins, who Draco assumed was George since he was missing an ear. "Did you see that Fred? The big, bad Malfoy kid was staring at us! Wonder what for…" Fred was quick to answer his brother. "Could it be that someonethinks we're his mates?"
Draco's mouth opened wide again and he had no doubt that he looked like a fish out of water. His head was moving left and right, unable to pick which twin to look at. How was it possible that the Weasley twins knew? He hadn't told anyone, least of all them.
Fred and George were now smiling coldly at him. "We know, Malfoy", said Fred. "You probably don't know this but one of our brothers and his friend went through a veela transformation recently so we've learnt to notice when someone is a veela and you, dear, have changed quite a lot since the last time we saw you. Your changes could only lead to one thing…you're a veela and don't you try to deny it."
Draco had no intention of denying it now that they knew. His veela wouldn't have let him lie to his matesanyway so what was the point of trying. Fred and George were still smiling coldly at him and the veela inside him hated it. With a deep breath he started talking. "Fine, you got me. I'm a veela. I went through my transformation a week ago and yes, unfortunately, you two are my mates. Of all people in this bloody world, my veela had to pick you two."
Instead of agreeing with him on how unlucky he was, the twins, especially Fred, sneered at him. "Allow us to explain something to you, Malfoy", started George. "We don't like you. We never did but when we heard you let Death Eaters inside Hogwarts and used our own supplies to help yourself escape…well, I think you can't blame us for liking you even less. Than let's not forget how all of a sudden you decide you want to fight for the good side and Harry just believed you like that. As if you hadn't tried to kill Dumbledore and instead you hurt Katie Bell and Ron. As if it wasn't because of you that Greyback attacked Bill and now he's scarred for life. Listen hear, Malfoy. Me and Fred don't believe any of the shit you told the Order members about how you wish you had never joined the bad side. You are as bad as you were before…nothing's changed."
Draco had to be honest. Those words had hurt him…or well, had hurt his veela side. Not the meaning of the words. God knew he had gotten used to hearing stuff like that and worse. People blamed him for the death of their loved ones every chance they got, even though he had never killed anyone. What actually hurt was hearing those words from his mates. Half of what they had said wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault Greyback had attacked their brother. He hadn't known Greyback would come. He had never meant for Katie and Ron to get seriously injured. The necklace and the poisoned mead had been intended for Dumbledore. It wasn't exactly his fault they had ended up in the wrong hands. It was hisfault Death Eaters had gotten into Hogwarts but what was he supposed to do? Let his family get killed?
"If you want to blame me for all those things without hearing my side of the story then fine but I want to know something…Fred", he said turning to look at the other twin who was looking quite confused. "There's something else you're blaming on me isn't there? Come on! Don't be shy! Just spit it out."
Fred by now was looking murderous. "All right, I'll spit it out! But don't expect me to be grateful that you've given me a chance to talk. Did you know, Malfoy that I almost died in the war? In fact, some people thought I had died. It was George who noticed that I was actually still alive. He was hugging me and crying, thinking I was dead, when he felt my pulse. It was very weak but still there. They took me to 's as fast as possible to get the proper treatment. Mind you, I was in a very critical state but at least I was still alive. Call me mad, but I blame my close to death experience on all Death Eaters and unfortunately for you, you're one of them."
By the end of that speech, Draco was the one who looked ready to kill. "I'm sick of this! I'm sick of people talking as if they know everything! They don't and neither do you! I'm not a Death Eater! Sure, I hung out with them but only because of my parents. If I had left, Voldemort wouldn't have thought twice about killing them. When I was sure my parents were safe, I joined your side. I'm sure that almost dying wasn't a nice experience for you but you shouldn't blame me. I didn't even know that that had happened! Believe it or not, I was on your side by then so I didn't hear anything from any Death Eaters."
Draco stopped, took a deep breath and continued. "Since one of your brothers has turned into a veela too, I guess you know what happens when a veela finds his mate or in my case mates. You have to choose whether to accept me or not. If you don't I will die of heartbreak…well, my veela dies of heartbreak but if my veela dies I do too. Really dramatic, I know, but that's the way it is. So I hope you know that if you decline you'll be responsible for someone's death. I'm not saying this to make you accept. I'm just clearing things up. When you make up your minds, you'll be able to find me in my office at the Ministry. Fifth floor, Auror Department, office three. It's right in between you brother's and Potter's."
Without giving Fred and George another chance to speak, Draco left the Great Hall and went back to the Manor. He had found what he'd been looking for.
Author'sNote:Surprised? What do you think of Draco's mates? I hope you all like this chapter. I would love to hear you thoughts about it! Don't forget to tell me who you think Harry and Ron's remaining mates are! Also, somewhere in this chapter I used some lines from a dialogue heard in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (part 1). Did any of you notice? If you think you know tell me in a review. Next chapter you'll get to find out Harry's remaining mate. Any questions you might have, ask right away and I will answer you in the next chapter. I found a way to start writing longer chapters. I used to write them on my notebook then copy them on Word and that's why they were always so short. Twelve pages on my notebook are actually only three pages on Word. So from now on I'll start writing them directly on Word and then copy them on my notebook. I'll try to make my chapters more than 5,000 words long. Stay tuned for chapter 6!