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Chapter Nine: Viva la Veela
"For goodness sake!" Hermione moaned as she rolled over in bed. Trying to erase last night's dream. Dark shadows, blonde hair, and silver eyes drifting around her mind and she scowled.
"What is it Hermione?" Ginny asked sitting up and yawning.
"That's the fifth one so far, there's something funny about this." Hermione rubbed her forehead.
"All the same dream?"
"Yes but they're getting…worse."
"Worse?"
"Yeah, more…"
"More than just kissing…" Ginny raised her eyebrows mischievously.
"Nothing like you think. Gosh, Ginny, you have such a dirty mind."
"It's not a dirty mind, it's a sexy imagination and Harry likes it."
"Just ew! Whatever you call it, it's nothing like that and I don't want to know about what Harry likes."
"So you are wearing clothes?" She rolled her eyes at Hermione's statement but moved on.
"Of course!"
"If you are then I can rule out what I was thinking it could be."
"What were you thinking?"
"It could be Veela dreams." She shrugged.
"Veela dreams…I don't think so." But her mind dwelled on the idea. She'd been dreaming of Malfoy for days now. Nights filled with sweet whisperings, soft lips, and illusive intensions. Having years of hatred, Hermione now found herself having dreams of Slytherin's Prince taking her in his arms and murmuring in her ear. But what was most strange was she found herself not despising these dreams.
"Come on, you've dreamed of him five times in a row, it could be." Ginny reasoned.
"But Malfoy's not a Veela, I would know if he was." After years of knowing him, she'd know, she was the brightest witch of their generation after all.
"Maybe not, most of the old pureblood families have Veela blood in somewhere."
"Including yours?"
"No, just Fleur but my nieces and nephews from her will."
"But I thought only females were Veelas?" Hermione tried to deny any reason why Malfoy could be a Veela but the evidence suggested otherwise.
"Men can be, they only say women because it's typical for men to blame a sudden attraction to someone as a Veela mating rather than actual love. Plus men are generally the ones who write about Veelas so of course they're not going to say about men." Ginny rolled her eyes, "Godric forbid men being seductive creatures."
"Mmm…but he can't be Veela, when he turned seventeen he would have found his Mate."
"He could have." She gave her a pointed look, "Look, didn't you say that at the end of term last year he was giving you funny looks, add in he just happens to 'bump' into you in the summer in the Muggle world not Wizarding, in fact nowhere near the Wizarding World…it can't all be a coincidence."
"Malfoy is not Veela and I'm not his Mate!" Hermione shook her head, the idea dizzying. Her childhood bully, a Veela? And her as his Mate? It seemed so impossible, yet entirely so.
"Okay, there's a solution to this."
"What?"
"Ask someone to check Veela records."
"But who? I don't want to involve someone in something that is nothing. Anyway, do you really think the Malfoy's would ever admit to having less than Pureblood blood? It's highly unlikely it will turn up anything, plus if we get caught…"
"True…I'll owl Tonks then, she'll do it with discretion."
"You sure we should involve someone in something like this, it's nothing really?"
"Don't worry, she can access them easily being an Auror and have the information for when they come for dinner tonight."
"Okay…" Hermione worried at her lip with her teeth. Suddenly Malfoy's behaviour shone in an uncomfortable light.
"Just try and forget this for now." Ginny hugged her, "It's nothing."
"I know, I know, it's nothing, nothing happened before and won't happen again."
"Come on, breakfast will be ready soon."
"Okay." She laughed at her younger friend. Sometimes she had the appetite of her brother.
After a day of Quidditch, chess and snap-the usual-and helping Molly with the dinner, Hermione didn't have time to contemplate Draco Malfoy and Veelas. At five o'clock sharp the sound of apparation echoed before Tonks and Lupin walked in.
"Molly, thank you for having us." Tonks hugged her.
"No problem dear, it's lovely to see you all." Molly grinned and hugged Lupin too, "Come in, come in, food will be done soon, make yourselves at home."
"Don't say that, he is so messy."
"Thank you 'Dora." Lupin sighed and everyone laughed.
Fifteen minutes later they were surrounding the table that looked fit to burst with food as everyone spoke to one another and ate.
"We have an announcement!" Tonks smiled clapping her hands once to get everyone's attention, "I'm pregnant!"
"Oh my gosh Tonks, congratulations!" Molly beamed.
"Oh Tonks!" Ginny hugged her.
"This is such good news, wow!" Hermione smiled.
Then everyone was chattering again happily, all congratulating Tonks and Lupin. As the night wore they slowly broke up from the table and Tonks nodded to Ginny subtly.
"Hermione, come on." Ginny pulled her upstairs as Tonks followed and they went to sit in Ginny's room, "Well?"
"I couldn't find a Malfoy Veela Ginny, I'm sorry." Tonks sighed.
"I told you." Hermione sighed and slumped on her bed, "There's just something seriously wrong with my mind."
"Now Hermione, it might not be from his father's side, but I didn't get a chance to search for his mother's so he could still be. Plus, most Purebloods don't register anyway, for obvious reasons."
"Oh for goodness sake." She moaned into her pillow.
"Don't worry Hermione, its okay to be in love with a monster-I am." She chuckled.
"But Tonks, this is Draco Malfoy! And he could be a Veela! I don't get the choice to love him; I have to because his genes say so!"
"He can only have a Mate who is compatible with him."
"Not helping!"
"We don't even know if he is yet, just calm down."
"I need the library."
"Typically Hermione, when in doubt, go to the library." Ginny laughed.
"You sound like Ron and Harry." Hermione smiled, looking up at her friends.
"They rub off."
"Help me!" She sighed and rubbed her face.
"It's not that bad Hermione, it could be worse." Tonks sighed.
"How?"
"It could be…Ginny who's disgusting in their year?"
"Where do I start?"
"Well, obviously it could be a lot worse then Hermione, cheer up."
"Okay…"
"There we go, we better go downstairs before they start to miss us."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"See, come on now, and smile." And Tonks face transfigured into a duck.
"Alright." She giggled and they walked out.
"Where have you guys been?" Harry asked as Ginny sat on his lap.
"Nosy." She pecked his nose.
"So, girl stuff?"
"Yep."
"Ugh!"
"You are such a guy."
"Well, yes."
"Are you okay Hermione?" Ron asked as she perched on the arm of his chair.
"Um…" Reluctant to answer, she quickly turned to converse with Mr Weasley.
"Okay…women…" He sighed quietly.
As the clock chimed midnight everyone said their goodbyes and they headed home or to bed. Slowly Ginny and Hermione climbed into their beds and faced each other.
"Do you think he's a Veela?" Hermione whispered, toying with the corner of her pillow case.
"I don't know…normally the dreams are supposed to be more…you know." Ginny shrugged back.
"Yeah…" She sighed.
"We get to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow." Changing the subject, Ginny hoped to divert her best friend's attention.
"Mmm…" Hermione hummed still in thoughts of Veelas.
"Oh gosh!"
"What?" Both girls sat up suddenly and gaped at one another, the same thought occurring to them.
"He could be there!"
"Oh crap."
"Alright, alright, just don't be alone with him…I'll stay with you."
"Okay, okay." Hermione ran her hands through her curls agitatedly.
"Try and sleep." Ginny said soothingly, "It'll be fine."
"I'm scared to." She admitted quietly.
"You're going to sleep at some point, and anyway, if you do dream it could confirm our suspicions and then we can prepare to fight." The ginger witch winked before lying back down.
"Okay..."
"Night Hermione."
"Night Ginny." Lying down stiffly, Hermione stared at the ceiling, worrying over her thoughts.
Hermione's last thought was; I might be the Veela Mate of Draco Malfoy.