Mate of A Veela Siren Chapter 15: Draco's Memory...

(Disclaimer see Chapter 1, now I switched things around for a reason, I know that I made Ron OOC and Draco OOC for a reason; and in 'MY' story there is a 'head prefect' and in 'MY' story I chose the 'VEELA/SIREN' angle for a reason and everything 'WILL' be explained. Again same rules follow if you do not like my stories 'DO NOT READ EM!' thank you and let's see what's in Draco's head; and yes this chapter 'WILL' explain things!)

The now 18 year old Head Boy of Slytherin he was sitting on the sofa in their Common Room that he shared with his Hermione who was sleeping softly, Draco Michael Malfoy remembered the war against Lord Voldemort. Draco remembered everything, the day that he changed... the day that his father and mother changed... and fell deeper in love with the sleeping girl that unknowingly bewitched his heart...

****Draco's Memory****

At the tender age of eleven, one Dracoins Michael Malfoy, was accepted in Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and wizardry, as the years progressed he had developed strong and mixed feelings for one Hermione Granger, a Gyrffindor. The blonde was really confused about that particular type of girl, true she was a muggle born or as he called her once or twice filthy mudblood! He had regretted it since, he was trying to please everyone and everything that he was 'bound' to believe. When Draco was a lot younger he had remembered his grandmother's portrait saying ''Mixing breeds is wrong! Mudbloods and Purebloods can not mix! It is an abomination!'' On and on the old loud annoying crown continued, and he was glad that his father had gotten rid of it.

Speeding up to the middle of the war, before Draco truly figured out the bigots, Hermione was abducted by Bellatrix Lestrange and thrown down to the ground, Hermione's school uniform sleeve was ripped off and that slur was engraved in her skin. Draco still could hear her cries for help every time that he closed his eyes, he had been thought that mudbloods don't bleed red like him but he was wrong... very wrong... the three Malfoys were standing there in total shock. They knew that Bellatrix was liable enough to do a lot of crazy things, this however was going overboard fast, Draco was slowly stepping forward watching Hermione's tearfilled eyes pleading for him to help her.

Draco had seen it! Red blood, not black blood, not brown blood, red blood as red as his; he now realized that he was hopelessly in love with Hermione Granger a muggle born and proud of it! The teen blonde was not conflicted anymore! He was taught to believe a fear filled lie! Nothing more and nothing less, Draco had acted fast and stunned Bellatrix and scooped up Hermione, who was sobbing, his mother and father were mutely guiding them to safety. Draco couldn't believe it, he was lied to, that thought alone had angered him; Hermione bled red like him, she was no better or no worse!

Hermione had spoke as she opened her eyes that were pouring with tears of pain and tears of gratitude ''M-Malfoy?'' She had looked shocked blinking up in his direction, ''Sh...'' Came Narcissa's voice, as she had summoned a portal to take the four to the one place that they will be safe... well one could hope... Salem Private School Of The Magical Arts... hopefully the dark lord had no knowledge of this school...

As they were allowed in, they were met by a short male fourth year Salem ''Mrs. Malfoy and Mr. Malfoy what can we help you with?'' The boy had asked while leading them in the massive school, Hermione was looking around in quiet awe, Narcissa had walked up to the boy and placed her hand upon his small shoulder. As that action had taken place, the small boy had looked up at the tall and slim woman ''We need to see Samantha, lad.'' As the boy nodded in understanding, he had motioned to them for them to follow, and they did walking down a pretty long corridor until they reached outside a Quidditch Pitch bigger than Hogwarts's.

And up in the air were the witches and wizards practicing throwing the quaffle around, they could see the bludgers, and flashes of the trademark golden snitch here and there- two girls and a boy around Draco's age were zipping high, throwing the quaffle. A tall, tanned and slim girl around Draco's and Hermione's ages was flying at a break neck speed for the snitch, it dawned on them that this was the students Quidditch Practice; the boy had gently tugged on Narcissa's hand, the older witch had looked down as the boy had very excitedly pointed up they were following his pointing towards the sky.

''Lady Samantha is up there, Madam!'' Seemingly at that moment, a short and curvy mere slip of a girl had yelled from her broom ''It's time for a break tomorrow same time!'' As they were flying in dismounting as the group did so one or two teens walked by the Malfoy's and the injured Hermione, who was still in Draco's arms, two average sized boys and three very pretty girls were looking at the four. One that short and curvy, was pale and with ocean blue eyes, her long black hair was pulled back in a pony tail in the middle of her head. Their Quidditch Outfits were interesting, well the practice ones anyway, very shorty shorts and tight tanks, for the girls that would be their practice uniforms by choice.

The two boys were in black long cargo shorts and black tanks, the five looked concerned, ''What happened to this girl?'' Asked the ocean eyed girl in pure worry, Narcissa had motioned for them to come closer and asked if there was a hospital wing near by. The five told them to follow, to which they did, ''Here in my private rooms set her down on my bed Draconis,'' Came the ocean eyed girl's voice, the Malfoy Heir had done what the girl had asked him to do. Lucius had stood there entranced; his son had caught the older man's look, as Draco sat by Hermione while the girl was working on the muggle born.

With a couple of pops all had looked to see Harry, who stared opened mouthed at Samantha he had never seen anything that exotic in his life his gawking was interrupted upon Ron storming in screaming hollering at Draco to get away from Hermione. Harry was pushed aside by a fuming Ron as he shoved Samantha aside, ''Move it!'' He had screamed as she landed on her rear, ''Ouch!'' Hermione stared opened mouthed at him ''Hermione, are you ok? What did that prat Malf-ferret do to you?!'' Asked the youngest Weasley brother angered, as he was getting ready to grab Draco.

''Ron, stop!'' Hermione had ordered, the ginger had looked shocked, ''Malfoy had stunned Bellatrix, he saved my life!'' He stared while Samantha was getting up, with Lucius's and Harry's help, the red head had incredulously shook his head side to side in total denial. Ron glared at Draco, ''What did you do to Hermione, ferret?'' Going to grab Draco again, only to end up on the ground full body bind thanks to Samantha, ''OUF! What the bloody hell?!'' Ron had bellowed, Harry just stood there helping Samantha walk to a chair. Hermione was watching as Draco and Ron were eying each other and sneering ''I did nothing to Hermione, Weasle bee, it was my lunatic of an aunt!'' Draco had bellowed while the body bind had worn off and they tackled each other again.

Twitching Samantha was finishing tending Hermione's wounds, Harry binded Ron ''What the ruddy hell!'' Ron had bellowed again, Samantha had enough! She had gotten up and pointed both of her wands in his face, the red headed boy ''Now before you had barged in acting like a wild petulant brat, I will be explaining this matter do you understand me?'' Her voice had hold a certain authority that seemed so familiar to Harry for some reason, for someone so short Samantha could handle herself. As Ron was released he glared, as Samantha reached up and tugged her hair free lightly as her tresses naturally fell into place around her hips. Placing her hands on either side of her scalp and shook her hair a bit and sat down flanking Hermione's other side, Draco was holding Hermione's hand talking to her quietly, Narcissa and Lucius were helping the teens with the potions and viles that Samantha needed to heal Hermione's hurtful wounds.

Ron was glaring ''Oy girl, what's your name?'' The girl had closed her eyes tightly and stood up, and pointed to Harry ''You boy, would you mind wrapping this around her arm so that my potion can work on her.'' Harry did as she told him to do, blinking her direction at the red head, as if she was reading his aura. The ocean eyed girl glared and placed her hands on her hips ''You had just asked me what my name was right?'' The raven hared girl had asked him ''Course I did, are you thick or something?'' The tall tanned slim girl, known as Krystia said ''Nice knowing you... Go easy on him chick.'' The ocean eyed girl grinned.

''My name is Samantha, Samantha Snape.'' She had said with a grin, Ron's face had gone slack in shock and shook his head side to side ''Y-you lie! Severus Snape! You're related to that greasy git!'' Samantha's eye was twitching stepping up to Ron's taller 5'10'' frame seething ''You will never speak ill about my father!'' She had hollered while Harry's eye brows had bolted up to his forehead, as his eyes had widen, Hermione and Draco found the window interesting ''Oy Hermione! We are leaving, now!'' Ron had bellowed while trying to get by Samantha which was in vain. Hermione just stared at Ron as if he had just grown Voldemort's head on his back, she had started to shake her head side to side ''Ronald I don't want to leave, and you can't make me, so if you can not be civil to mine and Harry's new friends then I think that it's best for you to leave.'' The brown eyed muggle born had told him while Draco sat closer to Hermione.

With a couple of pops Severus, The Weasleys and Blaise had appeared the potion's professor had gotten between the two to get to Hermione ''Ms. Granger are you alright?'' The girl had nodded her head up and down he had examined the girl's arm ''Hermione is not going anywhere Ronald, she lost too much blood!'' Samantha had raged, while both of them wiped their wands out, Peppermint had managed to get between em, and a very stern lecture from Mrs. Molly Weasley and dragging a petulant Ron back to the Burrow. Bill had decided to stay behind, to help in anyway that he could, as Draco sat back down with Hermione who was asleep everyone had gone to fortify the school just in case there was an attack by Voldemort... that night Draconis Michael Malfoy made a vow to himself and to his sleeping witch he vowed to fight for the light.

The young man had remembered the day of the final war that Voldemort had found out about Severus's double cross of him, the evil wizard was going to kill him until Samantha had placed herself between the two pleading for her father's life! At that moment Harry had came and dueled Voldemort at Malfoy manor, and won!

The present:

It had been a bit over two years since that day, the day that one Hermione Granger had saved his soul, the day that Draco had founded out that he like his father was a Veela/Siren that breed alone was a very rare one indeed. True some Veela/Sirens 'HAVE' predestined mates, depending on how powerful the bloodline is since that day Draco had realized that his father one Lucius Kayne Malfoy imprinted his soul upon Samantha...

(End of Chapter 15, the flashback chapter, again disclaimer 'IF YOU DONT LIKE MY STYLE OF WRITING DONT READ MY STORIES!' Please make sure to R&R! )