Chapter V: Telling Her.

Hermione's POV

Three days after I retrieved my memory, the Healers allowed me go back to Hogwarts. I felt homesick from being away for too long, just imagine the mountains of parchments waiting for my quill and ink.

When he opened the door to our common room, I took a deep breath and smiled. "Home sweet home…" I breathed.

"Holy Circe! Look at those piles of parchments!" Draco swore loudly.

"Mind your language, you're Head Boy", I scolded him.

"Yes, mother", he mumbled mockingly.

"What are you doing?" He asked as I started to arrange my quills and ink on the desk.

"Doing my homework, of course", I stated the obvious.

He dragged me to his bedroom by my right arm, "Oh no you don't, Missy. The Healers informed me to keep you on bed at least seven hours a day!"

"NOOO! Please let me go! I rested enough at St. Mungo's, not again…" I whined like a little kid. Well you just got to have your immature moment at some point.

"No exceptions! I'll be doing my homework while you stay on bed. I'll bring you dinner, and don't even think about sneaking out while I'm gone, I'll ask Dobby to guard and accompany you. If you need anything, ask Dobby. I'll be at the library", he said in a commanding Malfoy tone.

"Fine… But at least let me bring my Hogwarts: A History to bed?" I asked, battling my eyelashes.

"I am not going to fall for it", he replied sternly.

"Pretty, pretty, pretty please?" I pleaded in a sweet tone.

"Fine! I'll let you, take care 'kay?" He said, finally giving up.

"Thank you!" I squealed excitedly and hugged him tight.

"S-sure…" He hugged me back awkwardly then ran away from the dorm before anyone can say Alohomora.

Draco's POV

Hermione hugged me. Hermione HUGGED me. Hermione hugged ME! I cackled out loud like a mad man! I'm on Cloud 9! I skipped, I mean, walked to ol' Dumbledore's office.

"Cockroach clusters!" I said the password to the gargoyles.

"Professor Dumbledore!" I called.

"Ahh… Draco! To what do I owe this visit?" He asked.

"I need he-help telling Hermione about my Veela heritage and her connection to me…" I replied. I choked on my words, Malfoys do not ask help. Well, only in emergencies.

"Very well. Please bring Miss Granger to me", Dumbledore said with the usual twinkle in his eyes.

Hermione's POV

"Hey… hey… Granger... Wake up!" I heard a man voice said.

Due to years of practices, experiences, lack of safety, and Voldemort, I drew my wand that I always kept under my pillow.

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

The man literally flew and hit the wall with a loud, "OOF!" I got up, walked to inspect the intruder, and saw a patch of familiar blonde hair.

"Draco?"

"Ya' think?" He snorted sarcastically.

"Ugh! Sorry, it's just that years of… You know… It kind of became an involuntary habit as self-defense, I guess", I said, trailing off because I know he knows what I'm talking about.

He grunted and picked himself off the floor, "It's alright, I understand. I develop the same sleeping habit as well… I think everyone involved in the battle does too."

I smiled apologetically and he shrugged.

After a moment of what seems like an internal battle, "I need to tell you something", he finally said, breaking the silence.

"Yes?" I motioned him to go on.

"Uhh… The thing is, I'm not a hundred-percent wizard", he said.

"So you're not a pureblood?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I am a pureblood!" He said, astounded.

"Then how come you're not a hundred-percent wizard?"

"Immaveela", he blurted.

"A what?"

"A Veela. Well, half Veela. You do know about Veelas right?"

"Of course I do! We studied that in Fourth Year! But how does this concerns me?" I asked.

"Follow me, I'm no good at explaining…" He mumbled.

He led the way to Professor Dumbledore's office. Of course, Dumbledore! The solution of all problems, the cure of all illness, the light of all darkness, the-, yeah, you get what I mean.

"Good afternoon Mister Malfoy and Miss Granger!" He greeted.

"Good afternoon, Headmaster", we chorused.

"I'm sure you'd like to know why Mister Malfoy, being a half-Veela, concerns you."

I nodded.

"Think, Miss Granger. Think. What do you remember about Veelas?"

Veela is a race of semi-human, semi-magical hominids reminiscent of the Sirens of Greek mythology. They appear to be young, beautiful human female or male. However, male Veelas are extremely rare. Their appearance especially their dance is magically seductive to almost all male/female beings, which causes them to perform strange actions in order to get closer to them. Hearing a Veela's voice can also cause one to incessantly brag in order to impress them; such as claiming they have invented a broom that can reach Jupiter. Veela are thought to have their own type of magic that does not require a wand. When Veela are angry, however, they transform into something more like Harpies — their faces turn into cruel-beaked bird heads and long scaly wings burst from their shoulders, and they can launch balls of fire from their hands.

"Hmmm…" I concentrated, recalling the information from my Fourth Year textbook.

Veela have been known to marry wizards, although it is unknown whether any have married Muggles. Children of these unions are half-Veela, and they will inherit magical ability from their fathers and beauty and charm from their mothers. Veela traits seem to persist for at least a few generations. Half-Veelas do not turn into Harpy-like when they're angry, but are still capable to launch balls of fire from their hands and inherit the wings.

I smirked inwardly, imagining Draco with bird wings.

All Veelas and half-Veelas have their Mates. They cannot continue living without claiming their Mates, through three steps:

1. Neck Marking.

The first step of Mate claiming is to mark the Mate's neck by biting it and fuse the Veela's blood with their Mate's blood. After the first step is done, Veela and his/her Mate can hear each other's thoughts and feel what the other is feeling, creating an empathy link.

2. Hip Marking.

The second step of Mate claiming is to mark the Mate's right hipbone by biting it and fuse the Veela's blood with their Mate's blood. By this point, the Mate cannot back out from the Veela courtship and will be forever bound.

3. Consummation.

The third, final step of Mate claiming is to consummate. Veela couples typically remain bonding for two nights after the initial mating.

A realization crossed through my mind and I visibly paled.

"Holy shit…" I cursed.

I turned to Draco and he nodded, his face masked with unreadable coolness that hides all his thoughts.

"I always knew you're the brightest student of your age!" Dumbledore exclaimed.

"T-Thank you, sir", I gulped and ran away from his office as fast as my sore body could take me.

I don't even know where I was going.

Draco's POV

After she left, I let my expression show what I really felt. I felt hurt, crestfallen, disappointed, you name it.

"It's going to be alright, Draco. Of course you don't expect her to immediately comply, do you? The poor girl just need some time to think about it", Dumbledore consoled me.

I nodded and went back to our dorm. Even though I know Dumbledore was right, I still felt awful. I will remain feeling this way until she accepts me. Oh Merlin, the Veela genes are already kicking in.

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