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Title: The Veela and his True Love Mate

Summary: Veela!Prince!Draco! Need I say more?

Genre: Parody/Romance

Rating: K+

Characters: Draco Malfoy & Hermione Granger

Day 36: Genre: Parody

Once upon a time, in the Kingdom of Green, there lived a Prince named Draco. Prince Draco was blond and beautiful and all the girls loved him even though he was a bullying git. One month before his 17th birthday, his parents, the King and Queen, told the prince that because of his veela bloodline, he would become a true veela, which is an attractive magical creature, on his 17th birthday. Prince Draco didn't know there were male veela. He'd only ever seen female veela. They were blonde and beautiful and all the boys went a bit mad around them... oh.

"That explains a lot," thought Prince Draco as he walked around the castle, all the girls sighing and mooning over him as he went by.

As much as Prince Draco loved the attention, and he did because he could be quite vain, with his silky smooth hair that fell just so, clear porcelain skin that was soft to the touch and cool grey eyes that a girl could lose herself in- um, sorry, where were we? Oh yes, the Veela Curse.

Prince Draco frowned when he remembered the Veela Curse. His parents told him that veela needed to find their one and only true love mate before they reached their majority or they would die. Unfortunately for him, that meant he had one month to find his true love mate. He'd almost thrown a tantrum when he'd heard this, until he remembered that he was a Prince and that hissy fits weren't a very princely thing to do. Instead, he'd scowled prettily, causing all the girls to swoon even more because a mysterious, brooding prince was ever so much more attractive than a pretty boy prince.

Now, Prince Draco didn't want to die, so he ordered his loyal guards to gather all the eligible young maidens and line them up so he could find his true love mate. He went down the queue, kissing each girl on the cheek, not noticing all the fainting females he left in his wake. But none of them called to his veela instincts; none of them were his true love mate.

So Prince Draco worked his way through the neighboring Blue and Yellow Kingdoms, kissing all the lovely ladies that he came across, but none of them were his true love mate.

Prince Draco reluctantly made his way through the Red Kingdom; although the Green and Red countries were not at war with each other, neither were they on friendly terms. Carefully, he slithered his way through the land, kissing the simpering fangirls as he went, thankful that -so far- none of them sparked his veela instincts.

After working his way through the all the ladies in the land, Prince Draco finally arrived at the Red castle and the last two eligible and untested females: the Ladies Hermione and Ginny, the Princesses of the Red Kingdom. Once he entered the Great Hall, his veela instincts took over and, to everyone's dismay, his lips magnetically locked onto the lips of his childhood rival, the fair Princess Hermione. After much kicking, pushing, and shoving, the couple violently split apart and simultaneously said, "Eww," while wiping their mouths with the back of their hands.

"Jinx!" cried out Princess Ginny, pointing to the couple. "You both owe me a soda." She grabbed a popcorn -movie butter yum!- and sat down to enjoy the show.

"Apparently, I'm a veela," explained the beautiful, blond prince, trying his best to ignore, but still converse with, the fair princess.

"Ah, that explains why you're blond and beautiful and all the girls love you even though you're a bullying git," said the bushy-haired girl.

"And it looks like you are my one and only true love mate," continued the bullying git.

"Hence the unexpected snogging session," replied his true love mate.

"And since I have claimed you as my mate with true love's first kiss -"

Princess Hermione snorted at this point.

"- you must marry me or we'll both die."

Princess Hermione looked up at Prince Draco, her big brown doe eyes locking onto his beautiful clear grey ones. She slowly stepped closer towards him, her eyes never leaving his, until they were chest to chest. She moved up onto her tiptoes until their lips were almost touching and in her cool, clear voice said...

"I'd rather die."

As Princess Hermione turned and flounced away, Prince Draco threw back his beautiful, blond head and laughed, thanking the heavens that he didn't have to marry and spend the rest of his life with his goody-goody, know-it-all, stubborn, infuriating, lifelong, boyhood foe. Before walking out the door, the veela called out to his true love mate, "Have a wonderful death."

And they both died happily ever after.

The End.