Hi everyone... I´m sorry for the late update!
I am writing this same story in spanish and it have a really good response, so I was alittle dissapointed for the almost non-existen answer the english version had but I couln´t bring myself to just leave it unfinished, so here it is the new chapter... I´m not going to include the stories of the secundary characters, because It would be a lot and I don´t know if anyone is reading this...
If you are still following this storie, thank you.
I´m going to update at least once a week, depending on the response, so please R&R
OXOXOXO
Dearest Sirius
I hope everything is in order at Grimmauld. I am writing to give you important news and ask for a favor. About six months ago, we discovered that the Veela gene is dominant in Draco. I ask for help because his mate is Granger. Surprised? I know it will be hard, but I think your godson could help. Please give this books to him. Thanks for doing this.
N.M
PS: I found out this afternoon something disturbing, Kreacher and Doti are in a relationship. Well, at least that is what your crazy elf thinks. Doti is a little scared. When I entered the study he was chasing her, trying to give her a present: a frying pan. She accepted it and hit him with it. Anyway he seemed happy.
Dear Cissy
I saw that coming. Just look at his white hair, pale skin and femenine face. Just kidding. I will try to help you as you ask me. I think my godson will quickly realize what is happening. He just need the right information sources. What I do find surprising is the relationship between Kreacher and Doti. He has been weird, decorating every corner with flowers and singing "A cauldron full of love" He even tried to dance with the boggart in the study. That did not go well. Say hi to Lucius. See you both on Friday
S.B
PS: I am sending you a book that can be very helpful to Draco.
Harry
I was surprised to receive an owl on the first me like crazy? Joking aside, what you tell me about Draco didn´t surprise me. Pureblood families have more tan one secret. It is important that you read the books I´m sending you. I can not tell you what's going on because it´s no up to me. I know the guy nerver wanted to become a Death Eater and he certainly fought for the light at Hogwarts. I am glad to tell you I'm recovering my family. Cissy and I are on better terms. She was always my favorite. Remember that Hermione has capable enough to take care of herself. Trust her judgment.
Love and pranks
Sirius Black.
P.D: I found the boggart in the study. Apparently you were right. I owe you five galleons
Harry read the letter several times.
So now I should trust Malfoy. Apparently everyone is right: Sirius is mad. He lifted one of the books Tori (his new owl) left on the bed. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. He already had read that one, some pages seemed marked, he put it on the nightstand. Creatures Guide: the ten most beautiful beings in the magical world. Well, that book looked new. He looked at the bed and picked up another book. My basilisk: what every wizard should know about sex.
Definitely the morning could not be more creepy.
Hermione woke up early, took a bath and went to the Great Hall. She didn´t want to run into Mafoy. She descended the stairs in a better mood, she felt even better to when some third year earn a detention, for playing around with some Wealy product. She hummed a few songs and walked faster, eager to have breakfast. When she got in, her mood fell to the ground. Damn Malfoy. It looked like he was waiting near the Grinffindor table.
She tried to ignore him and walk right to the table but could´t. He stood infront of her forcing her to look up.
- Good morning Granger – he greeted with a smile and a very relaxed tone.
Moron.
- What do you want Malfoy? - she replied anoyed. It took him a couple of seconds to reply.
- Greet you – he said with a condescending tone and smiling widely – See you in potions - He winked, turned around and walked to the Slytherin table.
Hermione blushed violently and went to seat. Discretly, she stared at the Greek God.
Greek God... Get a hold of yourself, she scolded internally, but couldn´t look away.
Why hasn´t she arrived yet ? If Draco were thinking objectively, he would realize that it was too early for breakfast . But a veela is never objective . The conversation with his parents didn´t let him sleep. He would need at least a month to face them again. When he, finally, fell asleep, dreamed mint flavor knickers tah wanted to strangled him. But her beloved parents did not stop there. It occurred to them (thanks to Sirius, who apparently was now an important part of the family) sent him a rather disturbing book.
My basilisk: what every wizard should know about sex.
He not even opened it. He knew everything about sex. Merlin 's beard! He had sex with every girl in Slytherin, Ravenclaw and even some Griffyndor. Although now instead of feeling proud he was mortified. Hermione would never trust a playboy.
Where was she? He looked his wacht and realized that it was still to early. He sat near the entrance and began to make patterns on the stone to entertainment himself. He tried to draw a picture of the girl but when he finished his work and look at it, he felt a bit depressed. It resembled the giant squid.
After more than 40 minutes of waitin, he saw her coming. He decided to wait for her inside the Great Hall, near his table. His heart was beating incredibly fast. He´s barely perceived her esence and his body was already burning. He made a huge effort not to jump on her and drag her to the dungeons. She tried to ignore him.
As if I would let her.
He stomped on her way, when she looked to him, all his body freezed. Those Brown eyes seemed to filled his heart. He´d stay looking at her eyes all the day.
Say something!
Zod off Zabini!
-Good morning Granger – he said trying to sound cool, not wanting to scare her. Her eyes opened in shock. He couldn´t help but smile.
Adorable… wait, what is she asking me? Idiot, stop looking at her lips and answer her. He scolded himself, searching in his mind for a proper answer.
She wants to know what the hell you want.
Pucey, get the hell out of mi mind. Oh y thanks.
What was he going to say? I have been waiting a couple of hours for you, so I can drag you to my bed and rip your clothes off. Wanna go? No, that doesn´t sound good, he choose the second thing.
-Greet you- he said in his matter-of-fact tone- See you in potions.
With all his strength he turned and began to walk away. Every moment was difficult to resist the urge to kiss her.
When he got to the table her female housemates started stalking him. True, Astoria and Pansy had distracted him from the war last year. But now they seemed unbearable. Their smell was horrendous and his voices irritating. Not like Granger´s.
Who knew? The sex god, the prince of the house of Salazar Slytherin is not able to hold a conversation with his , his mate. Even in his head he could feel the mocking in Nott´s mind.
Pathetic Draco. Adrian attacked with caustic voice.
The bacon and eggs are great.
-Zabini not be an idiot! – said Theo outloud.
-They are! - the Italian defended himself.
- Yes, but we're talking about Malfoy and his inability to hold a conversation with the Gold Girl - . Insisted Pucey
-And his bizarre fantasies in dungeons - ended Theo.
The guys kept bugging but something caught his eye. She was looking at him. He felt his stomach fluttered. The rest of the world disappeared and could not resist the temptation to see inside her mind. How can he be more beautiful than a girl? It is unfair. He smirked. At least she physically attracted to him. After a few seconds she looked away blushing. He saw her get up and walk towards potions.
Without a second thougt, he went after her.
Stalker.
Go get her man.
When he reached the potions classroom she was alone. They had 20 minuts before class. She was in the front seat, writing furiosly in a parchment.
He approached her and quietly dropped the bag in the table.
Hermione jumped a little and then watched the intruder.
- Malfoy? What are you doing here - she asked sounding bored.
-Sitting. What seems like? - he responded with a neutral tone.
She didn´t answer. He knew she would not have a conversation with him if he didn´t say what he wanted..
Granger, I do not like being ignored
Malfoy? OUT OF MY HEAD
-Are you talking to me now?
-What the hell you want to talk about? – she said after a sigh.
- How was your night Granger? – he asked wanting to hear her voice.
- Good. Thanks for your concern - she said sarcastically – This is Harry seat, please move – she regretted it as soon as she said it. Draco's eyes were no longer gray, they were completely black, his face contorted in a murder expression.
Damn Scarhead. When you get here I'll tear your limbs one by one. Anger and jealousy flooded through his veins. He had to clench his hands to resist the temptation find him and kill him slowly, in the muggle way. His rational side told him that he was maybe overreacting, but the veela roared in approval. His mate was thinking about Harry-bloody-Potter. He felt the anger take over his entire body.
- Are you okay? Malfoy, do you feel good? – she asked putting a hand on his arm, trying to get his attention.
At the moment her little hand touched him, all the anger faded and a warm feeling embrace his body. He could feel the hand temperature, its softness. His touch was so light and delicate that surprised him. That girl was the brains behind the fall of Voldemort. A shiver ran through him body at the thought of her frail body in front of the snake.
He did not answer her, but Hermione could see his eyes were back to gray. A wave of relief swept over her. She was not afraid of him, she couldn´t explain why, but she knew he was not going to hurt her. When she saw him tense, she just had the need to make him feel better .
He cleared his throat loudly.
- Yes Herm ... Granger. Sorry I scared you.
- Call me Hermione - both of them were surprised at her word. She felt weird but didn´t take it back. It felt right.
Done.
Draco stretched in the chair across the desk. He ran his eyes around the room. He was alone. He closed his mind to prevent intruders, looked at the parchment and smirked. He ignore the voice inside himself that was accusing him of stalker.
Granger´s timetable.
Monday
Morning: Potins doble lesson. Afternoon: transfiguration, runes.
Tuesday
Morning: transfiguration. Afternoon: herbology, defense against the dark arts.
Wednesday…
Great, now could look for her between classes. He frowned a little disappointed. They shared potions, defense against the dark arts, herbology and charms. He had no excuse to see her Wednesday. Then he grinned.
I can´t talk to her, but I will see her – I´m a stalker – No, I just want to protect her – You mean spy on her – SHUT UP – Smart, snapping at yourself - Jerk
Well, all he had to do was take the seat next to her, that and make sure Weaselette seated with her in the other ones, thanks god they were all in the same "year". That way he could keep an eye in her fanboys.
He had identified them. Any man from fifteen to tirty. Bachelores and married ones. Idiots who thought they were enough to speak to the Golden Girl. He felt his body tremble with anger again Deep breath and count to 100.
He divided them into categories. Those who idolized her for her heroism in the war (without any chance bothered him anyway), the guys who wanted her ( one false move and he would kill them); Griffyndorks (didn´t try to seduce her directly but they would if they had a chance), his circle of close friends ( Potty , the weasel and his older brothers (even the married idiot) and Longbottom and finally those who he wanted to kill the Muggle way, i.e painfully (Cormac McLaggen and Victor Krum) They had dared to go out with her , with his mate. His. The hatred he felt for them was deep if they approached her within 10 meters he would hex them.
He looked at the clock and burst out the room. he had to go down to dinner. He was dying to see her.
…eyes darken due to several factors. Veelas are possessive beings and this quality is higher before marking their mates. It is dangerous males outside the family circle mate being in physically contact with a mate. A veela will not accept that a member of the opposite sex approach theirr partners. They are overprotective beings, if someone hurts a veela´s mate they may die before even finishing it. Another reason why the eyes of this being darken is the desire, for example if the mate is physically close or they are sharing a moment of emotional intimacy.
Even after the union with the mate the veela is extremely jealous and is capable of causing body harm to anyone who approaches the mate more than the veela feel acceptable ...
Harry read the paragraphs again. What the hell did Sirius mean giving that book? What did it mean? Black eyes. It had been a week since his return to Hogwarts and he knew something was wrong with Malfoy, he was following Hermione between classes, stalking her in the library or staring at her in classes. Always with very dark eyes. Arrrg he would have to pay more attention. The robe and went to the common room. On a sofa near the fireplace was Hermione apparently doing homework. The professors haven´t give them homework.
-Let´s have dinner Mione.
-Of course Harry – she got up with a concern expression. He hugged her and dragged her playfully to the Great Hall.
They talked about a lot of thing in their way to dinner. He knew that if she wanted to share something, she would.
Near the gate was Malfoy. He observed them for a couple of seconds and Harry studied his face, looking for clues. His eyes were completly black and he was throwing daggers at the arm Harry had around Hermione. He stopped hugging her. When the ferret was about to approach them, the others snakes showed up. Goyle and Crabbe were holding Draco back in a rude way while Pucey, Nott and Zabini were pointing their wands at him.
-Harry I think Malfoy needs help – she look at him worried.
-I can handle this, go back to the tower, I´ll bring you some food.
-But I want… - she tried to complain.
-Go. Now – He interrupted her.
-Ok – she hesitate a little but decided to obey him for once.
When he got to where the Slytherins were, Malfoy seemed more relax but his eyes were still dark and he looked kind of angry at his friends.
-We need to talk – he said in a you-have-no-choice tone.
-If you touch her again, I will kill you.
-I know you are a veela – that gained him the snakes attention.
-How do you know? – Pucey ask because, apparently Malfoy lost the hability to speak.
-Her mother give Sirius some books for me – he couldn´t help mocking him a little.
-What do you want? – Nott was contemplanting to Obliviate the chosen one.
-Nothing, I read you are always going to stay with her, protect her and be loyal – they showed no emotion in their faces – But if you hurt her in any way I will use all the curses I learnt during the war on you – Draco woke of his daydreaming and look at him.
-What are your rules? – he knew Scarhead had something more to say.
-I do have some –Draco snorted annoyed, he choosen to ignore it – I don´t want you kissing her in front of me, she is my little sister and see her snogging it´s not cool – Zabini laughed but the veela shoot him a warning look.
-Go on – he ask without any hint of emotion.
-I want you to give her a chance to decide, don´t pressure her.
-Anything else? – the blond one didn´t want to sound so rude to the man who was going to help him, but couldn´t help himself.
-Stop following her around – Nott giggled in a very un-manly way and tried to cover it with a cough – It´s creepy