Clash In the Aftermath

Harry Potter Story

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

Rated M

Chapter: 1

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Draco had gone to bed that night perfectly content.

It was as the hour struck twelve when he realized he should have been slightly more worried about the putative Veela gene.

It wasn't hypothetical quite like he had thought. A slight pulse of his magic thrummed all over his body nothing too outrageous he supposed until his magic ticked again stronger, more abrupt accompanied now by an ever growing warmth. Whatever change he and his mother thought would not happen proved to be quite daunting on the now thirteen year old boy.

Draco cried out for his elf, "Tizzy." and the little thing appeared with a pop looking eager to please until she saw her young master in such a state now only looking anxious.

"M-Master Draco! What is Tizzy be doing for the sir? How can Tizzy help hims?"

Draco barely choked out a tight, "Mother." before he heard his elf pop away. His magic now constatly vibrating right under his skin. He wouldn't lie and say it didn't hurt like an annoying sprain of a muscle.

Narcissa had never rushed to her child like she did this night, completely taken aback by her son's elf popping into her bed quarters. She would never admit she swung the doors to Draco's chambers like such a madwoman; that title belonged to her sister only.

"Morganna!"

Narcissa's shriek caused Tizzy to flatten her normally ample, pendulous ears to the top of her head as if to shield them from the loud sound.

The Elder woman had no time to be insulted by the slight to her person; her eyes too focused on her only child.

Draco's hair was currently lengthening at quite a rate, his ears became slightly cuspidate, his nails developed into jagged claws and if she could view his mouth she just knew that his teeth would now be fangs. Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember the last time a male Veela had emerged in their blood. She couldn't ever recall as of now.

"Draco, darling," the blonde began, "I know this isn't exactly ideal, it appears however, my little dragon, your Veela gene is acutely powerful within you. I cannot help you through this process and can only surmise to you from journals I have read of our ancestors. The change is more prominent to those who take the least amount of time to transform. This Veela magic you are fighting could become detrimental to you. I need you to come to terms with your magic melding your wizarding blood with your Veela."

She wasn't sure he had heard her and if he did, even want to listen to her.

It was two hours before the chaos before her ceased and Narcissa hurriedly called for Tizzy, quick to order her son a Draught of Peace and a Dreamless Sleep potion. It didn't take long as the elf returned, the two potions looking profound in her small arms. Narcissa quickly grabbed them from her and made her way over to Draco who still had his eyes closed but from fighting off the effects of the heat filled thrumming his magic forced him to go under. His hair was still longer reaching to his shoulders, perhaps a bit beyond that point but his mother couldn't tell from how he was laying. She let out a sigh as she saw his ears and nails had gone back to normal. She gently steadied her now teenage son and allowed him to lean on her as she helped him to down the potions and just as gently did she lay him back down.

'No one would know about this.' the woman decided for Draco's safety she would make sure of it.

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Draco awoke with a start, jolting upright caused a pain to go threw his head no doubt a side effect from one of the potions he drank.

"Tsk. Tsk" the boy turned at the sound and glared at the small thing that scolded him before he heard her words and his expression softened, "Tizzy was very worried about young Master. Hims has never slept past noon a'fore."

Draco's eyes widened as he scrambled out of bed.

"Why didn't you wake me Tizzy? Father and Mother-"

"Mistress be ordering Tizzy not to wake the young Master. Hims came into his magics last night."

At the elf's words Draco flinched recalling the painful burning and throbbing of his magic fighting. He frowned slightly as he thought of his mother's words, "Veela are magic personified? Do I sense different to you Tizzy?"

The elf cocked her head to the side in confusion, "Master is Master. I do not understand, sirs."

Instead of elaborating, Draco merely shook his head turning to his closet to get dressed. Tripping as graciously as he could when he heard Tizzy's next words, "Is Master be wanting Tizzy to cut his long hair now?"

…

It was a delight to know that just his mother was at the Manor today. Father apparently had work related duties he had to attend to. If his mother noticed his hair she didn't comment as she spoke.

"Perhaps a new wardrobe is in order to commemorate your new power?"

"I don't feel any more powerful, Mother." Draco raised a brow at the woman before gaining a shocked expression.

"I did tell you Veela were emotional creatures, son. It will take a while to learn how to control your emotions again. I daresay anger will be the hardest. I do not think your father should learn of what happened yesterday, do you?"

Draco didn't answer her though he doubted she wanted him to, even Lucius Malfoy knew Narcissa held the last word.

"When shall we depart for Diagon Alley, Mother?"

Narcissa hid her smirk at her son's refusal to answer, it was quite a good thing he saw her point of view on the matter of his heritage. "Whenever you're finished eating of course, I'll be changing my wardrobe this seems a bit bland for the occasion."

Draco watched his mother walk off in her royal blue dress robes his thoughts of what his mother to consider not bland left his mind as an irritating poke drew his gaze.

Tizzy once more jabbed the Malfoy heir as a precaution before pointing to his plate of food, "Young Master be's eatings now, you shan't get sick on Tizzy's watch again."

Draco broke his glower of the elf in exchange for eating his breakfast not before muttering about "woman being crazy, witch and elf alike."

It earned him another poke from the 22" tall, sassy, pink house elf.

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Diagon Alley was quite the trip.

His robes were of course crafted from the finest Acromantula silk, fashioned in his trademark silver and green colors. Along with a few black with silver trim.

He hadn't the chance to look at himself since the change but he had grown slightly taller perhaps six inches at most. His muscles from years of Quidditch were normally defined compared to other boys his age but now they were even more sharp. If he was being completely honest it was his now longer hair that threw him slightly off. He deliberated with himself about cutting it back to what it was before but decided he wasn't that comfortable with the idea. He had changed, his magic transformed and perhaps keeping his hair slightly longer would be a good way to remind himself of that until he once more learned control over his magic. The thought; however, of simply leaving it back had reminded him too much of Lucius, someone he loved but wanted to be set apart from his father's image.

With a quick flick of his wrist he watched as his shoulder length hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. It would have to do until he deemed ready to chop his flaxen hair. He sat as he waited for his mother to try on her own dress robes. It had been fifteen minutes when he began to feel a pull in his navel. His magic trying to guide him, he realized, and Draco found himself standing before he even registered the thought to do so. Something Narcissa noticed as she raised a questioning brow in her son's direction.

"May I be excused, Mother? I suddenly have the urge to visit Flourish and Blott's." Narcissa had more questions for her son but something in her decided against asking them now in front of an audience and with a nod allowed Draco his permission to take his leave.

He wasn't sure what would make his magic pull him towards the book shop and he nearly faltered in his steps as a voice in his head whispered a very appalling word.

'Mate.'

He was at the little cottage turned shop before he realized and there at the Ancient Runes and Arithmacy section was the one and only Gyffindor Princess. The next word slithered from Draco's lips before he could damper them, "Well, fuck."

And that was not the way he wanted to get Hermione Granger's attention.

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