Carry On Hermione
As she lay unmoving, Hermione concluded that sleeping with her potions partner was a bad idea. If it were not for her pounding headache and the overwhelming feeling of guilt, she would gather her clothes and lock herself in her dormitory.
She knew from the college movies she watched that she needed to get out of here to avoid the morning after on what was supposed to be a one-night stand. However, it was not a one-night stand, now was it? She and Anthony still had potions to brew for their restorative medical-potion class.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." Anthony Goldstein, her lab partner, murmured beside her.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on her temple. The sweet gesture made her want to smile, but she could not because of how horrible she felt. Her shoulders were tense, her voice sounded cracked. Anthony, the attentive person that he was, noticed this and asked her what was wrong.
"Nothing," Hermione said. "I just feel dizzy, that's all."
"Well, we did drink a lot of Firewhiskey last night. You must feel dehydrated right about now. Do you want me to fetch you a glass of water?" Anthony offered.
Hermione silently nodded. She peeked through the covers and watched as Anthony's blonde head walked toward his kitchen. He made sure to get her a perfectly clear glass, and he even added a squeeze of lemon, just because. He knew that Hermione appreciates it when restaurants take the time to add a little extra on something so simple.
Hermione, on her part, knew that her massive headache was not alcohol-induced. No, Hermione knew it was her veela heritage punishing for doing something incredibly stupid and thoughtless last night.
How could the brightest witch of her time, ever thought that she could simply override her veela heritage if she dated or kissed someone else? Let alone losing her maidenhead to someone completely different from her mate?
Anthony handed her the glass of water. He gently told her to rest in his bedroom as long as she needed it. She took that invitation and went back to sleep. Her tired eyes blurred Anthony's smiling face into Draco Malfoy's sneering one.
When Hermione received her Hogwarts acceptance letter, her parents agreed to tell their loved ones that "a prestigious boarding school in Scotland" accepted her.
When both of her grandmothers heard the news, they sat little Hermione down and explained her inheritance. They both knew that the "prestigious boarding school in Scotland" was actually Hogwarts. Apparently, by sheer unadulterated luck, both of her grandmothers were daughters of full-fledged veelas who mated with muggles.
For two whole generations, there was no one magical in their family. They simply thought that their dormant magical genes would simply die out. However, with the revelation that Hermione was really a witch, both grandmothers feared that Hermione would inherit their veela heritage as well. Which she did.
The only problem was, Hermione's grandmothers were descended from two completely different types of veelas.
Her paternal grandmother was descended from French Veelas. They were famous for their gorgeous looks and for having one true mate. They were the types who would die if they could not find and claim their one true mate by the time they were thirty. While this was distressing news to Hermione, French Veelas did have magical capabilities to help them find their mate. They could sense their mate from a mile away, as they were instinctively drawn to their scent and magic. French Veelas also received a "mate dream" during their 21st birthday, where their mate's face was revealed to them.
On the other hand, her maternal grandmother was descended from the Greek Veelas, similar to the ones the Bulgarian Quidditch team brought with them as mascots during the 1994 Quidditch world cup. While the French Veelas were beautiful, the Greek Veelas attracted males from a mile away with their voices and movement. Like French Veelas, Greek Veelas also have one true mate, but they could live a perfectly healthy life without them. Greek Veelas could also switch from one man to the next without consequences. The only drawback was that the Greek Veelas knew who their one true mate as if they made physical contact.
Neither Hermione nor her grandmothers knew what type of veela traits Hermione inherited. While each grandmother fought whose genes were stronger, Hermione strongly suspected that she was a mixture of both.
She inherited the unruly curly hair Greek Veelas had, but she lacked the natural talent for song and dance. While Hermione did not have the ungodly good looks that French Veelas had, she did have her "mate dram," and it revealed that her mate was Draco Malfoy.
Her mate was Draco Malfoy, who was known all over the Wizarding world as a pureblood womanizer. Witch Weekly made sure to document Malfoy's conquests and their bloodlines. Apparently, Malfoy only dated women who, at the very least, could trace all pureblood ancestors for three generations.
One woman apparently had a half-blood great-grandmother, and it was a big deal when the news broke out. Did that mean that the Malfoy family was more welcoming now to those who had less than pureblood? The answer came the next day when news broke out that she was dumped.
Hermione just hoped that she did not inherit the French Veelas' tendency to die at the age of 30 if they had not claimed their mate. In the meanwhile, Hermione decided not to revolve her life on one man who she knew was simply not right for her, magical genetics be damned. She made the resolution to carry one with her life.
If only it did not hurt so much.
A.N. I really shouldn't be writing this. I should be writing my own stories or reading a textbook instead, but I just can't quite fanfiction yet. I have always been fascinated by fics where "mudblood" Hermione Granger is a veela whose mate is Draco Malfoy.