Hermione sat with Harry and Ron she was to make a speech because she had the highest scores of their year, and she was nervous she had planned carefully her speech but now decided that she would tell everyone all at once what she had just learned about herself. She sat quietly throughout the ceremony picking at the hem of the dress that she was wearing. The black lace dress was simple with a silver sash that tied around her waist; she decided that she should start looking the part of a Malfoy if she was going to be one. With the dress she wore black wedges with silver straps. Her normally wild hair was pulled back halfway and with a lot of work she was able to get it to fall in lovely waves down her back.

Professor McGonagall finished her speech. Bracing herself she walked up to the podium her new speech mapped out in her head looking for the exit and keeping it in mind in case she needed it.

"We have found out more about ourselves in the last 7 years together then most people learn in a lifetime. We have done more for our future at 17 then anyone should ever have to. We stood up and fought and not only did we fight prevailed over our common enemy. I say common because to those in this room he became that. Even those who once stood on his side turned on him in the end. We have proven more about whom we are and what makes us that. Not all of our time together was about fighting. We laughed together, messed with each other in good fun of course. We grew close to one another over the years. We watched each other grow from the eleven year old us to the mature 17 and 18 year old us. We have a bond with each other that most people will never understand this war brought us together for comfort of those we lost. It forced us to tell those we liked that we did for the fear of never being able to. We made discoveries that will affect our futures." With a soft breath she would continue and them what she discovered. "As many of you close to me know my parents were killed as a message in that war. Like many others. But, they left me the truth and with this truth my entire world changed in the course of the hour I learned. I am not Muggle-born as I was raised to believe. In fact I am not even Half Blood. I am from the Dragomere family from Russia. A pure blood family. I am Hermione Jean Dragomere Granger." A collective gasp spread throughout the room, except for Narcissa she just smiled warmly as she looked at the shock on her son's face.

"My parent's lawyer sent me the confirmation. I know that this comes as a shock to everyone of you. Myself included. I just want you to know that my blood status has not changed who I am. I am still the same girl who helped Harry. I am still the same bookworm who studied too much. And I am still the same girl that fought with all of you on that final night."

With the end of her speech she stepped down taking her exit she walked from the Great Hall walking up the corridor. As she was walking an owl came through the window it was carrying the package from Mrs. Malfoy. She took it up to her dorm drawing the curtains on her bed she placed a silencing charm so she wouldn't be disturbed. She first opened the letter from Mrs. Malfoy.

Dear Miss Granger,

I know that you have no reason to rust us. I understand that. I am going to tell you about the men in my family in hope of explaining. They are emotional creatures; they have a great capacity to love and a fierce loyalty to those that they do.

I know that you won't believe this, which is why I have sent you the memories as proof. The Malfoy line carries Veela blood. When they reach the age of 17 they have a dream which shows the person that will become their future mate. That dream is in the vial labeled such. Not long after your capture and were brought to the old Manor Draco had a dream of you waking up on his birthday distraught, because he knew that he would die in two years time because he believes that you will reject him, and won't be able to accept him as your mate.

The second vial holds the memories that have you in them from when he met you at eleven up until he had the dream. I send you those in hope that you will see that Draco can give you the love that you want and that you deserve. In the third is the meeting that I had with your parents and our lawyers. The fourth and fifth are memories that your parents asked me to give to you if something was to happen to them.

Hermione, if I may call you that, I have known of your status since my sister craved that word into your arm. If you were Muggle-Born that word would have stayed engraved there, without fading and without ever looking healed. Because you are a Pure Blood the word healed and disappeared.

I pray that you forgive me and my son, for following my husband and his beliefs. If there is one thing that you and this war have taught me is, Stand up for what you think is right. Don't let your fear dictate your choices.

I would also like to thank you dear. Thank you so much for freeing me and my son.

I hope that you forgive me; I cannot lose my son as well because of what his father believed.

Narcissa Malfoy.

Hermione looked in the package there was the Pocket Pensive, the 5 vials that Mrs. Malfoy had told her about. Some paperwork and documents on the Malfoy line, and some studies on male Veelas. As well as a book, The Truth about Veelas. And a letter in Draco's handwriting with her name on it. She figured she would start with the dream and then go forward and work from there.

Hermione poured the contents of the vial into the pensive with unsteady hands as the inky blackness became the dream she sat and watched. It looked like the night in the manor, only different it wasn't from her point of view.

Draco sat at the door way until she screamed in pain just as her lips parted for the scream Draco had grabbed his aunt tossing her against the wall with his forearm against her neck, "Oh no, Aunt Bella, that is enough." Just then his Veela fangs descended ripping into her throat leaving her wounds open. Draco turned around picking Hermione up wrapping them both is dark black wings as he walked to his room. He set her down on the bed before walking over to the cabinet against the wall. He came back to her with a potion.

"Shhh, here take this love, it will help with the affects of the curse."

She took it, greedy to have the pain gone. When she finished the small bottle he set it on the nightstand.

"Hermione, I have something that I need to tell you." He paused to take a breath, "I am in love with you, I am Veela and you are my mate. I want nothing more than to keep you safe, and happy."

She smiled softly to him, "Draco, come here, I am so cold."

He did what she asked wrapping an arm around her pulling her close to his chest before burying his face into her hair. She rolled over so she was facing him stroking her finger tips against his cheek before he leaned in a kissed her.

"Hermione, you are my mate."

She pulled back. The dream seemed so real but there was a glow around it that a memory could not possess. The next that she decided to look at was the memories. Repeating what she did with the vial she looked into the pensive. There was her at age eleven stepping off the train. She watched him look at her and saw in his eyes the awe of this girl. His dismay when he discovered what she was taught about her blood. Her in third year when she punched him in the face, he learned to respect her. When he saw her at the Yule Ball and wanted to grab her and kiss her in front of everyone. A fight that him and father got into during 6th year when he decided that he loved her. And last was the pain that he felt when she was being tortured the feeling that he was helpless and all he wanted to do was whisk her away. Then during the Final Battle when he was away in the dungeon he wanted to find her put up a wall and pull her behind him. Whatever it took to keep her safe.

She pulled out. Her hands even shaky then before she tore open the letter from Draco.

My Dearest Hermione,

I know that you may never read this letter and so desperately want you to. Now that my father is dead I hope that I can make up for the bad things that I have done to you. I just don't think that 2 years is enough time in which to make up to you and get you to fall in love with me. I so wish I had more time, or had known sooner what you would mean to me. Just because I am a Veela doesn't mean that's the only reason that I love you.

I have felt this way since the day I saw you I suppose. The Veela part didn't factor in until later. Everything that I am is because of you. Had we never met I think that I would be just as cold as my father, he never met his mate with is why he didn't die. He never knew her. I know you, and I will die without you. I will probably wait until then to send this to you.

I feel the compel to tell you that my mother has set me up for marriage. Probably so that I can produce an heir before my untimely death. She won't tell me who the girl is. I find myself at night hoping and praying that it's you and that by some twist of fate she was able to make that arrangement. But even if by some twist of fate you are a pure blood I doubt that you or your parents would agree to let you marry me. To become my mate and let me make you the happiest person in the world.

There is nothing about you that I wish to change. Nothing. Not even your hair, or your blood. I know that I wasn't the best person in the world to you, but I don't think that a "sorry" can make things right. Or can make you forgive me. Which I do hope that you will one day. I dream about sitting in the same class as you, catching your scent. Spearmint and Dark Chocolate is what you always smelled like to me. It had nothing to do with a perfume you wore. Or your clothing. All that I have ever wanted to do is wrap my arms around you and take the both of us away. Away where none of it matters where I wasn't a git to you and your friends. Where my father and his high horse weren't concerned. I just want it to be me and you. Us. Forever and always.

I know that I am dreaming big. But maybe someday. If it's not too late.

With all of my love Draco.

She sobbed. Everything that she wanted for her life. Love, friendship, and happiness were the only things that he wanted to give her. The letter said nothing about gifts that he could buy for her, nothing about the wealth that he had. It was him. It was all Draco. Grabbing her quill and parchment she wrote 3 relies. One to Mrs. Malfoy. One to the Marriage Hall. And the last one to Draco, before she packed everything up and sent the owl with the letters for Narcissa and Draco, along with the proof that had been sent for her. Calling her own owl to send the letter to the Marriage Hall before flicking her wand and packing up all of her belongings. In the Morning she would be on her way to the New Malfoy Manor.