Hello everyone, so this is my first ever Veela story please go easy on me! I would love to hear any suggestions or ideas you guys have so please leave them in the review section :) I hope you enjoy it I've had a lot of fun writing it! Please remember to R & R! VaM xx

Hermione stared at the back of Harry's head as she followed him up the corridor towards their shared potions class. She wasn't in the mood to indulge in conversation; she wasn't in the mood to indulge in anything. Her day had gone from bad to worse and now to top it all off she had potions, which was bloody fantastic.

She flopped into her seat at the front and opened her books making up her mind to just not speak this lesson and maybe go undetected by Snape. The Professor walked in and his eyes scanned the classroom resting on his beloved Draco Malfoy for an instant before he turned to the blackboard writing up instructions for the class to follow.

Hermione was somewhat relieved that all they had to do was make a relatively simple potion, at least that would leave less room for tormenting.

Draco glanced across the classroom to where Hermione was setting up her cauldron and he saw the miserable expression on her face. Almost as soon as he saw it his entire mood was ruined. He felt like someone had slapped him across the face, his entire self just felt deflate.

Hermione let out a long sigh as the lesson dragged on, she could hear aggravated moans from the back of the room and it slightly eased her bad mood to think that someone else was in an equally foul mood.

"Granger! Concentrate on your potion" Snape ordered and Hermione let out a little angry growl stirring the potion violently.

As soon as Snape had snapped at Hermione, Draco felt the rage bubble up inside him and he glared at Snape like he wanted nothing more than to kill the man. He growled and shifted his weight so he could strike if Snape came close enough. Blaise coughed from next to him and it was only that noise that snapped Malfoy out of his state.

He shook his head and blinked several times, what the hell was that all about.

Potions couldn't end fast enough; Draco needed to write an owl to his father he always knew what to do when it came to strange situations. He barged past Potter shoving him out the way and sprinted away down the corridor.

"What's up with Malfoy?" Ron asked as he came to stand beside Harry. The boy who lived just shrugged his shoulders not really caring in the slightest what was bothering the blonde haired Slytherin.

It was Hermione who came up behind her friends that had the worried look on her face, but she shook her head and stopped the thoughts entering her mind.

Draco wondered towards the Great Hall a little more at ease as his feelings had unexplainably changed for a good few hours and he had deemed himself cured especially since he'd written to his father. He joined the back of a group of students all heading for dinner and found himself being squeezed through the door. He was about to make a large protest and possibly curse a few first years for getting in his way when he brushed the back of someone's hand with his own. That was when it happened, a truly amazing warmth spread from that contact all the way over his entire body. He felt the heat wash over him like a wave; it flooded his heart and seemed to make the whole room glow with a gold mist. A grin slipped onto his face and he spun around desperate to find the cause.

There staring back at him was none other than Hermione Granger. Her lips were parted slightly and she was cradling her hand against her chest staring at him with wide eyes. Suddenly she was whisked away by Harry and Ron and the moment was over. Draco shook his head trying to stop the grin on his face but it wouldn't fade.

Slowly he made his way over to the Slytherin table and took the seat next to Blaise.

"What are you so happy about?" The other boy asked and Draco just shook his head his smile slowly fading from his face. He would be doing no more talking for that meal.

Draco was amazed at how fast his father had written back to him and he had his letter tightly in his hands later that evening. The pristine white envelope was clasped tightly in his hands, the deep green seal resting on the back of it. For some reason he was almost petrified to open it. He was now sitting on his bed the letter resting in front of him.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" Blaise asked as he barged into the room. Draco made to snatch up the letter but Zabini was faster he grabbed the envelope and broke the seal all in one swift motion.

"Dear Draco,

I was hoping that this curse would have skipped your generation, but by the sound of things it hasn't. There is a lot to explain to you son I fear it may be too much to say in a letter however I will try my best. "

"Draco what the hell is going on?" Blaise asked as he stopped reading the letter and looked up at his friend.

Draco was staring at the boy his face paler than usual; all he could manage was a shrug of his shoulders.

"Do you want me to read the rest?" Blaise asked and Draco nodded his voice failing him in fear of what was to come.

Our family has Veela blood running though it. I understand that you will not know what that is but I'm sure you will research it. On your 18th birthday the blood became active. Veela's are creatures who have very strong emotions. The most significant part of being a Veela would be the selection of a mate. Many Veela's don't fulfill this need as they can not find they're mate in time but from what you have written I think you may be close…."

The letter was five pages long and by the end of it Blaise had collapsed on his friends bed staring at him confused.

"You're a Veela" Blaise announced.

"Part Veela" Draco replied a little shocked.

"So just to clarify if you don't find and claim your mate in time you're going to die?" Blaise asked and Draco gulped looking down at the book on his bed his father had sent him. Looked like he was going to be doing a lot of reading. "Merlin's beard" Blaise whispered.

Draco wondered down to the Quidditch grounds with Blaise intent on getting some extra practice in before the looming Gryffindor game and to take his mind off what was happening to him.

They rounded the corner entering the pitch when Blaise stopped dead causing Draco to plow straight into the back of him. He peered over the other Slytherin's shoulder then let out a scream of pain, He dropped his broom and collapsed on the ground his hand over his heart.

The three other people on the pitch spun to face the commotion but this didn't help matters all this did was make the view of Weasley's arm slung over Hermione's shoulders even clearer. Blaise's eyes widened in shock as he realised that this must be some Veela thing.

"Mine" Draco gasped out rolling over onto his back as the others came nearer and he smelt her. Ron's arm was still looped over Hermione's shoulder, but then as if a switch had been flicked Hermione's face completely changed. She suddenly yanked herself out of Ron's grip and dropped to the floor next to Draco her heart hammering in her chest. She didn't know what to do; her hands flickered in the air above his body.

At the sight of her alone Draco felt better actually he felt completely fine. He sat up and dusted off his top blinking at the people around him.

"Alright" He nodded and jumped to his feet. This would have been fine however if it hadn't all been too much for Hermione. She collapsed back on her heels and dragged a hand across her face not realising she was crying until the tears were wiped across her cheeks.

"What's wrong with you Hermione, it's just Malfoy" Ron shrugged and for a fraction of a second Hermione felt a surge of complete and utter anger seer through her. Malfoy was hit hard at the emotion, he felt it almost as if it was his own, he arched an eyebrow intrigued. That was new.

Malfoy stared at Hermione for a long moment his mind trying to catch up with his heart. This was far too painful.

"Blaise I can't practice here, lets come back later" He snapped a little angrier than intended but that was due to the anger that had rolled off Hermione earlier. Blaise looked at his friend with confusion but nodded knowing how hyper emotional the blonde was at the moment. As soon as they were out of ear shot Draco let out a loud aggravated sigh.

"It's bloody fucking HER" He almost screamed in anger.

"Who?" Blaise asked and Draco rolled his eyes.

"Granger, Granger is my mate," He groaned and Blaise's eyes widened.

"What? Are you sure?" He questioned, but rather than replying Draco reached into his bag and pulled out the book his father had given him. He opened it to a specific page and handed the book over to Zabini.

Chapter six: Veela's in Agony

Veelas, upon finding their mates, often find themselves in great agony with symptoms of a painful quickening pace of the heart, shaking of the entire body and unsteady thinking. This usually attributes itself to self-preservation (serving as a warning signal that the mate may be in close contact with an untrustworthy person) and a need to protect his/her mate. If such is the case, the feeling would last for only a temporary fraction of a minute to alert the Veela and save the mate. It also happens when the Veela is feeling threatened of its security to belong with his/her mate. When a person whom the Veela suspects is in a relationship with his/her mate touches the mate in a way the Veela deems more than acceptable, the nervous system is completely hijacked by the feeling of betrayal and jealousy, that the Veela can't help but feel the emotional attack. For non-Veelas, this feeling is closely resembled to that of a heart failure. And in some cases, the feeling becomes too extreme that the Veela is sent directly to a hospital.

"Oh" Was all Blaise could say in response.

"Yea, oh" He nodded. "What am I gunna do now? She's never gunna fall for me" He sighed and Zabini shrugged.

"That's not entirely true, when you were having your jealousy spasm she seemed pretty worried." He shrugged as they walked into the castle brooms over there shoulders. Draco arched an eyebrow slightly interested, this was very true. "Do you think it works the other way? This Veela feeling thing. Maybe she's just obsessed about you." He shrugged and Draco frowned.

"Didn't say anything about it in the book." He hummed thoughtfully and Blaise just shrugged.

"Then charm her, you're Draco Malfoy all the girls are in love with you." He chuckled and Draco grinned newfound hope restored in him. "All we need now are some victims to practice your charm on and we're all set to go" His friend grinned and slapped him on the back.

"You don't seem too bothered that it's Granger though" Blaise commented as the castle loomed into view.

Draco simply shrugged as he heaved his broom over his shoulder. "Must be the Veela, he seems pretty god damn happy about it" A smile threatened to spill onto the blonde boys face and Blaise smirked, this was going to be a long year.

Hermione stared at her untouched pie in front of her, her mind was racing with thoughts and it was doing her head in. Especially cause the thoughts were all of Draco Malfoy. Just at that moment the boy walked in flanked by three Ravenclaw girls. Each girl was giggling joyfully blushing and smiling like idiots.

Hermione felt some strange emotion bubbling up in her, something very strong that she didn't think she was going to have control over. That was when a pretty blonde girl reached up and stroked Draco's arm cooing delightedly. That was it Hermione snapped her gold spoon clean in half.

Sheer uncharted jealousy overflowed from her heart, but that wasn't it, hurt and betrayal flooded through her. What was happening? Draco wasn't hers; he wasn't even slightly hers, that thought seemed to cause a lot of pain. The blonde girl let out a high-pitched giggle and Hermione completely let go of her control. She jumped to her feet and threw her arms out in front of her sending all her cutlery and china flying across the table and into Ron's face.

Virtually everyone turned to look at the hormonal brunette. Draco stared at her but she didn't let her eyes connect with his she didn't want to face him. She ran from the room not looking back and not caring who saw. She was too panicked and confused to look at anyone.

As soon as she was out the room Draco spun to face Blaise who just grinned and Draco grinned even wider.

Ahhhhh charms, the piss easy subject of the day. Draco thought to himself as he took up his seat next to Goyle intent on a nice easy lesson. What was even better was that there was no Hermione Granger in this lesson, no distraction or heart ache just Charms.

He pulled out his books and slammed them on the table waiting for Flitwick to start. That was when that blonde Ravenclaw entered the room and sent him a flirty smile. A new emotion over took him at this, how dare she try and charm him, how dare she take what wasn't hers. His body shook in repulsion as he tried to hide it from the rest of the class, it wouldn't do to have his reputation ruined.

Shaking his head he tried to clear himself of all these thoughts and turned his attention to his Charms book.

Hermione was on her way down to the potions classroom when she cursed under her breath.

"What's up Herms?" Harry asked looking back at her.

"I've left my potions book in Flitwicks room" She replied looking around as if it might appear.

"Want us to come get it with you?" He asked but Hermione just shook her head.

"No no I don't want you two to be late, go down to potions, Flitwicks class will be finished now I wont be long!" She called over her shoulder as she already made her way back up towards the little Professors classroom.

Sure enough when she got there the room was empty and she found herself in a deserted classroom, it took her all of 10 seconds to locate her missing book and she grabbed it about to head back to the dungeons before she was late.

But that was when she noticed another book under one of the chairs at the back of the room; she frowned and made her way over to it. She scooped it up and frowned at the title.

Veelas and there ways of life

It read, she'd never heard of a Veela before. Intrigued she shoved it in her bag and hurried down to potions afraid Snape might tell her off even though she would make it on time.

Not giving the book a second thought she made her way down to potions. As soon as she entered the room she felt a pair of eyes hit her and she spun around to see Draco Malfoy staring straight at her.

"Why is Malfoy staring at me?" She whispered to Harry who shrugged his shoulders not really that bothered about what was going on. Snape began his lesson but Hermione's attention was for once not on the lesson it was solely focused on the book in her bag. There was a whole book dedicated to something she had no clue on and it was driving her mad. Slowly she bent down and pulled the book from her bag gently placing it on the table in front of her.

Her fingers skimmed the gold lettering on the front and she carefully opened the book to the contents page:

Understanding Veelas

Chapter One: An Introduction to Veelas

Chapter One-and-a-half: Distinguishing Male and Female Veela Properties

Chapter Two: Mate Finding

Presupposition of a Healthy Veela-Mate Relationship

Chapter Three: Veelas and their Mates, A Connection

Chapter Four: Emotional Connection

Chapter Five: Mental Connection

Chapter Six: Veelas in Agony

Chapter Seven: Unity

Chapter Eight: Veela Wedding Rituals (This had a large smiley face next to it)

Presupposition of Doom (this bit was highlighted in red and obviously very important to the owner)

Chapter Nine: Winning Your Heart's Desire

Chapter Ten: If All Else Fails

Chapter Ten-and-one-third: Surviving the Death of a Mate (This had been underlined and highlighted red)

Chapter Ten-and-two-thirds: Surviving Rejection

Veelas: Past, Present and Future (This section had a line through it obviously not of interest to the books owner)

Chapter Eleven: Famous Veelas Around the World

Chapter Twelve: The Veela Gene and How It's Passed On

Chapter Thirteen: Veela Geneology

She stared at the words there was just so many options, so many things to know. She turned the page and begun to read. She was so engrossed in the book that she didn't notice when Snape glided across the room nor did she notice as he folded his arms in front of her. She only realised what was going on when he snatched the book from under her nose.

"Well Granger, what is so interesting that you have decided to give it your full attention rather than paying any attention to my lesson?" He asked holding the book up to his nose. "Veela's and there way of life" He read out loud and Draco's eyes widened he glared at Blaise.

What was she doing reading that! Where the hell had she gotten a copy of that he knew full well the library didn't stock it. That was when it hit him; he grabbed his bag and tipped the contents out onto his table. Oh crap, she had his goddamn book.

"Miss Granger, what has you so fascinated in Veela's?" Snape asked unable to figure out what the witch was doing with a book of such advanced and ancient magic.

Hermione stammered over her words unable to come up with an answer, she just wanted the book back.

"20 points from Gryffindor" Snape announced and turned to walk away.

"Can I have my book back Professor?" Hermione almost shouted and a hushed silence fell over the class at the almost demand. Snape couldn't deny it he was intrigued.

"No Miss Granger you cannot" He replied coolly and Hermione muttered a curse word under her breath irritated. Draco was in a mild state of panic, how much had she read. Did she know? Did she know it was about her? Oh holy shitting crap.

Potions could not go fast enough for the blonde, he knew he was going to have to explain to his father but the thought of it was making his stomach turn. As soon as the lesson was over he rushed to the front just desperate to have his book back safe.

"Herms, what was that book about?" Ron asked as he and Harry ran to keep up with a determined Hermione.

"Nothing Ronald" She replied coolly and Ron shook his head.

"Where you going now?"

"Library" she snapped she was going to find out exactly what a Veela was.

Draco paced up and down the Slytherin common room running his hand desperately through his hair.

"Mate sit down you're making me motion sick," Blaise finally instructed, fed up with watching his friend pace back and forth.

"What am I going to do?" Draco whined as he flopped down onto the sofa next to his friend.

"Why don't you just tell her?" He shrugged his head flopping to one side.

"Tell her!" Draco blurted his voice raising an octave, Blaise gave another shrug.

"Why not? What's the worst that could happen?"

"She could laugh in my face and let me die." Draco replied blankly and Blaise arched an eyebrow.

"Have you ever had a conversation with her that wasn't entirely insult based?" He asked staring at his friend in a patronizing manner. Draco narrowed his eyes deciding not to dignify the question with a response. "She's a pretty decent person Draco, and she's damn clever, she'll hear you out. That I'm sure of, give her the chance. You're the one who's so smitten with her, trust the girl" Blaise instructed and Draco stared at him for a long moment before jumping to his feet. "Where are you going?" Blaise asked.

"To tell her," The blonde replied rolling up his shirtsleeves.

"It's 3 in the morning" Was Blaise's response.

"I need to do it not before I change my mind" Draco shouted, he was already halfway across the common room and pulling open the entrance to the Slytherin head quarters. Blaise rolled his eyes and decided to sleep on the sofa, too tired to drag himself up to his room.

Draco only realised how flawed his plan was as he stood outside the Gryffindor common room, he didn't know the password and he wasn't entirely sure he was even in the right place. How was he supposed to get in to see Granger?

That was when he felt it, a delightful hum in the back of his mind it was cheerful and light and it was telling him that Hermione was in the library. He grinned; maybe this veela thing might have a few uses after all.

Spinning on his heel he headed off to find her.

It didn't take him long, as he weaved in and out of the dusty shelves. He was drawn straight to her. There on a table in the very back corner was Hermione Granger, her eyes closed and her head resting on a large open book.

Draco took a moment to look at her, really look. Her hair was wild and bushy and stuck out at odd angles, every now and then she'd make quite humming noises that sounded strangely like the noise in his head. She was gorgeous.

He bent down so his head was level with hers and then lightly blew on her nose. Her small nose wrinkled but she didn't wake.

"Granger?" His voice was quite, his veela screaming that this person was important and he shouldn't scare her. Lightly he touched her hair and she slowly opened her eyes blinking twice as she adjusted to the dim lighting.

Her eyes connected with his and she screamed.

Her wand was in her hand in a flash and it was pointing at him. This upset his veela; it squirmed and wriggled in his mind unhappy that Granger was in distress.

"What are you doing in my room?!" She half whispered half screamed, Draco arched an eyebrow.

"This isn't your room Granger," He whispered back and her head whipped around.

"Oh, well what are you doing in the library in the middle of the night?" She hissed back and he just laughed.

"I could ask you the same question"

"I was doing research" She replied quickly. Draco cast his eyes over the books she had been 'researching'. 'magical creatures' 'rare creatures' 'ancient magic' and 'A history of magical creatures' were among a few of the titles. Draco shook his head; he knew what she was trying to research.

"You're not going to find the answer in here" He replied and she frowned, she had lowered her wand although Draco didn't think she was aware that she had.

"The answer to what?" She asked, probing him for information.

"Veelas" He shrugged and her mouth popped open.

"You know about veelas?" She whispered checking that no one was around, even though it was 3 in the morning and Draco was sure they were alone.

"Granger, I am a veela" He shrugged and her mouth popped open once again, she sagged into the chair she had only moments ago vacated and stared up at him.

"Tell me about them?" She asked and his inner veela jumped with joy that she was asking for his company. He nodded and took the seat opposite her.

They must have been talking for at least an hour (well he had been talking Hermione had been listening with wrapped attention) and as he finished telling her about his veela heritage she took in a big gulp of air.

"So if you don't find your mate by the end of the year you'll…. Die?" She whispered and he sent her a half smile but nodded anyway. "I'll help you!" She suddenly announced sitting up straight in her seat her eyes sparkling with the idea of this new challenge.

"I don't need help finding her, I know who she is." He replied and her eyes widened once again.

"Who? Wait… that's too personal you don't have to answer that" She hurried and he let out a long sigh.

"It's you Granger," He whispered. If the situation hadn't of been so serious Draco might have laughed at what happened next. Hermione's eyes widened and her jaw dropped, hanging in a delicate 'o' shape. She stared at him for what must have been a good 5 minutes before finally shaking her head.

"I don't believe you!" She finally announced "It can't be me, we hate each other" Draco felt an immense pang of pain as these words left her mouth, he did his best not to let it show and instead offered her a shrug.

"Why would I make that up Granger? It's just you and me here" He hummed and her eyes narrowed at him.

"It's some kind of trick, something to embarrass and hurt me," She whispered the hurt was evident in her voice at being fooled by such an elaborate ploy. Draco tried to shake off the discomfort her pain brought him. He stared at her for a long moment and then without another word he lent across the table.

His cool hand wrapped around the back of her neck her curls weaving through his fingers. Hermione realised what was happening a moment too late. Her head was drawn to his and her eyes widened before his lips pressed against hers.

As soon as his lips met hers she felt like all the wind had been knocked out of her. Her stomach exploded as if someone had lit a fire deep within her. She'd never felt anything like it. Her lips tingled against his and she felt her whole body relax against him. It was wonderful. It was only as his tongue tried to make its way into her mouth that she snapped backwards, shoving him hard.

As soon as he was violently ripped away from his mate, the pain seared through him. He blinked at the sudden change in emotion; his veela had been jumping for joy completing a happy jig in the back of his mind as his mate had allowed intimate contact. But the second she rejected him, shoving him hard away from her, his heart felt like it had been viciously torn in half.

Hermione was staring at him her hands shaking and her eyes wide, fear evident on her face.

"Y-your eyes" She whispered and he frowned, she quickly grabbed her wand and conjured a mirror for him. He almost recoiled himself at the sight that greeted him. His eyes were pure black, swirling and dark, unreadable.

He looked up at her but she was shrinking away her face terrified.

"I don't really see how you can't believe me now" He announced before rising to his feet. The pain that struck through him was increasing and he needed to leave, he needed to get away from the utter rejection his mate was sending his way, otherwise he feared it might just spilt his entire body in half.

He swept from the room leaving a terrified and utterly confused Hermione behind him.

His Veela was screaming, screaming at the rejection and the fear and hatred that had been evident in his mate's voice. But mostly his Veela was screaming at the fact he was leaving his mate alone, scared and confused. He swore violently uncaring if anyone heard him.

His hands were balling into fists at his sides as he turned the corner and collided headlong into none other than Ron Weasley. Draco Malfoy was no longer in control of his emotions his Veela had full rein.

So as the bubbling red head stumbled backwards from the sudden impact and the distinct smell of Hermione Granger hit the enraged blonde wafting from the confused boy anger hit the Veela like a ton of bricks.

The fists that had been loose at his sides collided with the wall next to Ron's head and he hoisted the boy off the ground in one easy motion. Draco Malfoy was no weed at the best of times, his broad shoulders and large chest had filled out and his bulging muscles allowed him easily to lift the red head at the worst of times but the enraged Veela allowed the blonde to hoist the other boy as if he weighed nothing at all.

Ron's eyes were wide and confused having no idea what was happening. He thrashed violently his legs flying out, even though the red head was tall and gangly Draco's grip didn't loosen and he didn't falter.

"M-Malfoy! Put me down! What in sod's name are you doing you crazy git!" Ron wailed but Malfoy was long gone the Veela held all power. The blonde boy slowly lent forwards and sniffed, his lungs were filled with the disgusting scent of a Weasley and he violently recoiled releasing the boy in a swift motion.

Ron dropped to the ground with a thud, being the poorly coordinated boy he was he tumbled to the floor in a mass of limbs.

"Jesus what is your problem?" The red head grumbled getting to his feet and dusting his trousers. That was when the smell hit Draco again, the smell of his mate. His eyes narrowed and he lent forwards before plucking a small book from the red heads pocket. "Hey! That's mine!" Ron protested making a grab for the object, Draco shifted his weight and easily kept the thing from the other boys grasp. He brought the book to his nose and sniffed again, instantly his lungs were filled with the sweet smell of honey and vanilla, the distinct smell of his mate. His eyes closed briefly his Veela taking a small moment to relax just by the smell of her.

Slowly the blonde opened his eyes and regained some self-control.

"This doesn't belong to you," He ground out his voice sounding very unlike his own, Ron visibly paled.

"It does too" He whispered all purpose lost and his plea sounding distinctly untrue.

Draco pocketed the book without taking his eyes from the Weasley.

"30 points from Gryffindor for breaking curfew" He muttered before turning on his heel and stomping away from the red head ignoring the protest that erupted from the other boy, he needed to get away and he needed to sleep.

So what did you guys think? Please remember any comments/ suggestions/ ideas please leave them in the review section. I really hope you enjoyed it so far! Love VaM