I am sorry for those of you who just liked the idea of Draco being a Veela, but I had a really good idea and wanted to incorporate that as well. Also, I have just gotten a new Apple Mac Computer and I don't have word yet so it is awkward for me to respond to reviews. Please continue to review but I won't respond until I do get it - which should be in a couple of days or so. Thanks.

Veela

Hermione:

I awoke to the sound of a loud bang. Opening my eyes blearily I took in the two faces grinning down at me. Both had bright red hair and freckles - signalling them as Weasley's, and they both were short, but not tiny, and stocky, with Beater-like builds.

"Did we wake ya, Mione?" the one on the left, otherwise known as George due to the ear he had lost after it had been cursed off by none other than our old Potions Professor, Severus Snape, asked mischievously.

"So sorry about that," the one of the right, Fred, sang merrily, "Didn't mean to. You see Mum thought you had slept long enough and gave us the go-ahead that we were aloud to wake you."

"Are you sure that was your Mum?"

"Now that you've said it, it did sound a lot like Gin-a-ling-a-loo-la."

Snorting at their childish antics, I asked, "Do you mean Ginny?"

"Course we do."

I groaned, attempting to stuff my pillow over my head but it suddenly disappeared, courtesy of George. "What time is it anyway?"

Oh, about eight o'clock," was the airy reply as the two troublemakers left the room, Fred shouting over his shoulder, "You have fifteen minutes or we'll be back up here."

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Draco:

I stretched luxuriously and smirked lazily to myself as I sat up in my King-sized bed. It had black covers with the Malfoy Family Crest stamped onto it; the pillow was the same. I glanced around the familiar room,taking in the surroundings - from the ebony piano in one corner to the mini-library in another.

Swinging my legs out of bed, I made my way into my en-suite, sneering at the thought that it was probably bigger than Weasley's whole house. After having a shower and getting changed into a pair of muggle jeans and a simple white t-shirt, I made my way into the main library and curled up in one of the chairs, taking down my personal copy of Hogwarts: A History.

I had thought that nobody read this book but once, when I had been studying in the library, I had heard the mudblood and the Weaslette chatting about it, with the mudblood saying that it was a really good book. I definitely didn't decide to read it because she said it was good, not at all. But read it I did and it actually wasn't that bad.

"Draco," a voice from the doorway startled me from my thoughts. After placing the book on the glass side-table, I raised my eyes to see a dark-skinned, handsome boy with pitch-black hair and eyes that stole right into your soul standing there. He was flanked by two taller, thickset boys, each with bowl-haircuts, and standing next to him were three pretty girls - two blonds and a brunette.

Blaise Zabini stepped forward, grinning at me, as he took the seat opposite. Pansy Parkinson, the brunette, took Blaise's hand in her smaller one and gave him and encouraging grin, while the two blonds, Daphne Greengrass and Millicent Bulstrode, took the final seats around the coffee table on which the book had been placed. Waving my wand lazily, two, bigger chairs were conjured for Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, who both gave me a thankful nod before sitting.

"What's up, Blaise?" I asked, showing the closest I ever could to worry at the tears forming in my long-time friends eyes. He didn't reply to start with, but a small squeeze of the hand from Pansy made him clear his throat before beginning his story.

"The Dark Lord came to visit us today."

The Dark Lord had been staying at my house but, for no apparent reason, my father had had a change of heart and decided to join the light. Dumbledore, who had somehow survive the killing curse shot at him by Severus, made our house unplottable so that he could not find it. Since then he had been searching for a new place to stay, going to many different Pureblood houses.

"He wasn't there to stay but guess what he said. He told me that I have a twin sister whom my parents hid away for her safety when we were born. Apparently, He already knew about me so they couldn't hide me as well. Well, he is not sure where she is but he said that when he finds her, he wants to take her as his heir."

Throughout the whole, heartbreaking, story I had stayed silent but now I spoke up. "Do you know who she is?"

Blaise shook his head, "No, but Dumbledore does. He said that when the time is right he will tell us, but for now we have to be content with the fact that she is alive. I have a sister, Draco. A sister I never even knew existed."

"Are you upset about this?" I asked, wondering why he was so upset.

"No, but if You-Know-Who finds her before we do, then she could be turned dark."

"She'll be fine," I said, unsure of how to comfort him. Fortunately, I didn't have to as my Father entered the study at that moment, followed by none other than the King of the Weasel's, Arthur Weasley. Blaise and the others quickly took their leave, as did Arthur, while Father took Pansy's recently vacated seat.

"We will wait for your Mother, but there is something we must speak to you about."

I nodded, literally burning with curiosity but knowing that asking would get me nowhere.

It was another five minutes before Mother entered, her white-blond hair pulled back in a sloppy ponytail. This was weird, my Mother was never sloppy.

"Draco..." she breathed but was unable to continue.

"We need to tell you that you are a Veela; I am as well but the gene's dominant," Father interrupted harshly.

All I could think to say was, "What?"