A/n: Thanks to my beta Hunter's Heir!

If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.

~Mark Twain

I already know today is going to be a bad day. It started out bad, and it's only going to get worse.

When I woke up this morning my eyes were a different color. I skipped breakfast hoping that the effect would wear off like normal, but unfortunately they never turned back to my usual brown. They're still stuck blue, and I ended up putting an illusion on them to hide the color change all day.

On top of that, I'm already feeling hot under the collar. As soon as I walk into my first class with Malfoy I'm already tingly, and I take a seat at the farthest point in the room from the moron, avoiding him as best I can. But despite the fact that I'm not even looking at him, I'm still immensely turned on just knowing he's in the room.

What the hell is wrong with me? Things are seriously getting out of hand, and my thought process is-nonexistent this morning. At some point Ron asks if I'm alright and I just shrug him off, not trusting myself to speak. Whether or not I took the voice-altering potion this morning doesn't matter. I don't want to talk for fear of what I would say.

In the end, I beg the professor to let me go up to the Infirmary because I'm feeling ill. Apparently my appearance sells the story and I'm free to go. Planning to just use the rest of the period to go upstairs and pity myself I turn around and note something curious; Malfoy isn't in the room anymore.

So why do I still feel this way? Am I just going to be hot under the collar now that I've seen him once today? Bloody hell.

I'm making my way back towards my room when I spot him, stalking from the bathroom. He's close enough to me as he exits that I can see his eyes, how dark and lustful they are this morning. I slow down despite myself, eventually coming to a stop directly in front of him.

This is dangerous territory, yet I continually find myself here. Blimey, I can't help myself when the attraction is this strong.

I don't even try to stop him when he grabs my arm and pulls me out of the hallway, into one of the many alcoves located around the school. I don't protest when he shoves me backwards into the nearest object, crushing his lips to mine.

I do nothing to stop him. The action is so terribly wrong, but so deliciously right at the same time. And my arms are locked tightly around his neck, my lips kissing back with the same force, proving that I don't object to his actions.

This kiss moves faster than the last, and his hand is up my blouse toying with the edge of my bra before I realize what's going on. I pull away from him, breaking the contact, and slowly we fall back into reality. His head rests against mine, deep grey eyes staring into my orbs. He pulls back then, giving me a funny look.

"Since when are your eyes blue Granger?"

I pull my arms away from him, reaching up to brush my eyes. I drop to my knees, digging through the contents of my bag to find a mirror. When I find one I check out my face, and brown orbs stare back at me.

Slowly, I look back up at him. "You see blue?"

"Yes. I never noticed it before. Are you trying out some funky make-up spell or something?"

Shaking my head, I sit on my bum, the world coming crashing down on me. From the not-so light reading last night through Dumbledore's book I know that if a person can see your true eyes despite magic that can only mean…

I look back at him again, his curious eyes looking down at me, waiting for an answer. The truth that I've been ignoring for days is falling down on me now, staring me directly in the face. All the signs that have pointed back to Malfoy have been ignored up until this point, even despite our feverish kissing the past couple days. Now, I can't keep ignoring the truth.

Malfoy is my mate. Fuck me.

Looking back up at him, I gulp. "Would you care to… come upstairs with me? We… um, need to talk."

He looks a little confused by my question, but I'm sure that the notion of going upstairs after our heated kissing is what drives him to agree. "Sure."

I nod, getting slowly to my feet. "Oh… good."

"So… are you ever actually going to speak Granger or is this some annoying joke?"

We've been in my room for nearly a half-hour now, and I have yet to say anything since arriving. I can't help it. Internally I'm having a breakdown, for more reason than one. Actually, it's an array of things;

Malfoy is my mate

I conquered the biggest part of being a Siren pretty damn fast- I found my mate in about a week of coming into my traits

I now have to seal the deal with Malfoy…

I have to actually explain things to this twit

I have to accept that he's my mate and that if I don't go through with this I can kiss my life good-bye and go live in the hills

The book didn't actually say what happens if your mate denies you. Would that result in death or something? Do I only get to run away to a life of solitude if I don't find my mate?

Merlin, my brain hurts. If only Malfoy knew what kind of internal battle I was going through, he would probably be a bit more understanding. But, he has no idea, and therefore sits there with a quirked eyebrow as I panic.

When I fail to respond, he speaks again. "Are you going to calm down Granger? You look like you're going to go into hysterics at any moment."

"I am calm," I say, speaking for the first time in forty-five minutes. "As calm as I can be."

"You didn't bring me up here for a therapy session, did you? I thought the implication of coming upstairs meant something else."

Of course he did! "No, I didn't. Just give me a minute Malfoy."

There goes that bloody eyebrow again; shooting up as he internally criticizes me. Really, I had to end up with this bastard for a mate? He's probably going to puke when I break the news to him, after he gets done laughing his arse off. The Pureblood bigotry inside of him won't allow him to even consider me as a mate. That's the way things work in the Pureblood world.

Why did I want to tell him the truth again? Oh, right, because I'll have to do it someday.

Maybe I'm taking things way too fast. Maybe if I waited a few extra days for the lust to continue to build it would seem much more logical to explain shit to him and I wouldn't spend so much time here panicking.

Or maybe I would lose my nerve. Sitting down in a chair I sigh, looking his way.

"Have you ever heard the term 'Siren'?"

"Like the Greek mythology ones? Sure."

"Have you ever heard of any other versions of Siren's?"

"I'm sure there are other versions, but unless you have a certain type in mind I don't see why it matters. Actually, I don't see how Sirens can be a topic here at all."

"Would you just answer the question Malfoy?"

He rolled his eyes. "Only the Greek myth ones. I don't spend a lot of time thinking about things that don't exist."

Oh he is so in for a wake-up call. I'm about to retaliate when something occurs to me. He might laugh at my attempts to explain such silly things to him, but perhaps he can't argue with fact if he read it somewhere. "Hold on."

"Is this a joke?" I can feel his eyes watching me as I leave and head to my bedroom, picking up the book on my bedside table. I turn back to him, watching his eyes watch me as I come back, sitting directly beside him this time.

"I want you to read this."

"So this is a joke."

I slap him, and the shockwave that it sends up my arm nearly has me pouncing on him again. I really need to remember to not touch the git if I want to keep my sanity about me. "It's not a joke."

Malfoy seems just as effected by the hit as I am, and it takes several moments for him to respond. When he does, he keeps his eyes tightly closed. "What good is reading this book going to do me?"

"It might help explain some… things… that haven't been making sense. I've been getting a lot of answers that I don't particularly like from there."

"Did you cast a spell on me or something?"

Well… "In a way."

His eyes open up and he spins to glare at me. "No wonder I'm acting so weird! I-"

I place a hand on his arm, attempting to calm him. All it succeeds in doing is shutting him up so he can tightly shut his lips, probably suppressing the same primal urges I feel. No matter how strong the pull, I can't- won't- do anything further with Malfoy until after he's read the book. He doesn't have to read the whole thing to get the gist of things, just enough to catch onto the connection. Of course I could try to explain things to him, but I don't see that doing very much for me. He'd call it all a sham and walk away, and then it would be harder to get him to come back. I can't risk that.

So I'll have to wait, and it might just kill me. Maybe it'll give me some time to try to get my thoughts in order, aye? Well, one can hope for that at least.

"You don't understand yet," I say, pulling back again. "If you read, you'll see the connections."

"Connections-"

"Just read it!" I sigh, rubbing my temples. "Please. Read the first three chapters, that's all you'll need. Once you have, I think some things might make more sense. Then you can come back to me with your questions."

"You sound fucking crazy- you know that, right?"

Sighing, I move away from him. "Yes, I know. Look, I suppose you don't have to read it if you don't want to. But it'll help, I swear. Just give it a try, if nothing else."

"Maybe Granger. Perhaps if I'm completely smashed one night I'll give it a go."

Unfortunately, that sounds like Malfoy. "Right. Well, try to not let your friends see it. That's kind of important. And certainly don't tell them about it."

He arches an eyebrow, holding up the heavy tomb with one arm. "Don't tell anyone, hmm? Is that why there's a rift right now between you and the rest of your friends? Is the secret hidden inside this book kept from even your loyal friends? My, now you have my attention. I'm a bit interested to see what you couldn't possibly tell them."

Okay… so in the future I'll start with that if I want to intrigue Malfoy. "Fine, I haven't told my friends. And once you read it, you'll understand why. And, if you ever do read it, I'm sure you'll bombard me with questions once you finish."

The blonde shrugged, smirking at me. "Perhaps."

Yeah, he really has to go now. I'm way too turned on by having him nearby. Damn Siren traits, why did you pick up so fast? At least a Veela has a bit more time to… accept and handle things. Everything doesn't happen all at once.

"Great," I mutter, unable to ignore the fact that his eyes are dark with lust still. "Well, read it and then come back and tell me how stupid I am. Until then, I think it's best that we keep our distance."

His brows furrow together. Obviously, he doesn't get why I had to bring him all the way up here with one thought on his mind just to hand him a book and send him on his way. Well, I needed the privacy to break things to him until I came up with this idea! Now, I have to send him away needy…

I wonder if that's why he keeps running to the bathroom so often during the classes we share together… he needs relief, just like I do.

Okay, he has to go now. It takes longer than it should to get him out, since both of our bodies have other ideas, but eventually I get him out and slam the door shut, sinking into the floor. That was quite a bit of work just to get him to take the book!

But now, I can't do any investigating. It might be stupid, but I have no other way of proving it to him. He's not just going to willingly take my word that we're mates; he'd blame it on hormones' and keep going without a second glance.

Hopefully, Dumbledore's book comes back in one piece. It's the only thing I have to help me, after all. Not only would the Headmaster be disappointed that it was destroyed by my carelessness, but I would be both upset and angry with myself for ruining the one thing that can help me understand what's going on.

I can't take it back now. I'm going to have to hope that Malfoy isn't careless with it… and that he actually believes what he reads.

It's a week before I'm confronted by the blonde again. It takes him one agonizingly long week to come back to speak to me, and by this point I've actually given up. The first day the attraction felt stronger than ever, but he wouldn't look at me. I didn't know what to make of that.

We've avoided each other since I gave him the book. I need to give him space, even though it's beginning to hurt me. There's a stitch in my side that's been hurting me for a while now. I can't quite figure out why that is, but I'm sure if I had the book I could figure out why…

Whatever, there's no reason to dally on that at this point. I gave it to Malfoy, and short of demanding that he gives it back, I can't really do anything about it now. I could always go get it, but then I would also have to confront him, which I don't want to do. I don't want to see him, for fear that I might interrupt just before he finally comes into belief of everything, like I did. I don't want to be the sole reason for my own misery.

I'm kind of pathetic, aren't I?

When he finally does come to find it, it's actually me who finds him. He's sitting at a table near the entrance to my common room, the only down-side to having a dorm room in the library. Sometimes, people sit there and I usually wait until they're gone before going up as to avoid having the location found out. But he already knows it, and I figure that's why he's sitting there now.

The book is with him, sitting in the middle of the table. When he notices me the man sits a bit straighter, arching an eyebrow in my direction.

"I was beginning to wonder if you were coming back here at all."

"It's my room," I reply, raising an eyebrow as well, "Of course I'll be coming back. How long have you been sitting here?"

He shrugged. "Lunch?"

"That was four hours ago! Did you skip both your classes after lunch too?"

"I only have one after lunch Granger."

I shake my head. "Why didn't you just try again later, like… now? You shouldn't be skipping class."

Draco rolled his eyes, picking up the book as he stood. "I already skipped class, if you haven't noticed Granger. Now, think we could continue the rest of this conversation upstairs?"

"Of course." We make our way up there quickly after I've opened the passage. My heart is beating quickly in my chest as we get into my room, my nerves on end. What if he sought me out just to make fun of me?

No, he looked too serious to be here for that purpose. Sitting on my couch I fold my legs, trying to look as calm as possible when I feel like a wreck on the inside. I'm way too nervous for all of this.

He sets the book on the table, awkwardly sitting beside me. He keeps shifting, as though trying to decide how exactly to sit. I can see that he's nervous too, and it makes my stomach flutter. That could be good, or bad…

For a long time neither of us spoke. It was uncomfortable to sit there without knowing what he wanted to say to me, but I didn't want to push things. It was hard to tell whether he was angry, ill at ease, or just all-around confused, but at the very least Dumbledore's book got back to me safely. Now I can only hope that it did the trick.

When he does finally speak I'm looking away from him, and he grabs my chin before beginning, forcing me to look his direction. "So you're the reason I can't sleep?"

I blink, a bit thrown by his comment. "What do you-"

"You're the reason I keep having these ridiculous dreams?" he continued, still holding my face tight. "You're the reason that I haven't been acting like myself, why I keep thinking about you? It's this… Siren business."

Good, he at least read the book. I nod my head, gently pulling his hand off of my face. "Yes, I know it's a bit hard to take in-"

"Hard to take in?" he asks, eyebrows shooting up. "Granger… we're…"

"I know," I cut in, looking down. "We're mates."

A/n: Hey there! So, I cut this chapter short because I have strep and want to go back to bed. But hey, I got a chapter in, right? So, hope you guys enjoyed it :) As for what I mentioned last chapter, I've come to the decision that there will be no Draco POV chapters because of flow and consistency, and a sex scene will be incorporated later on. We just have to wait for it! Got anything to say lovelies!