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I appreciate all of your reviews, especially those who love to defend and encourage me. Someone complained about the relationship being incredibly toxic and my only response to that was "well, yeah...duh." I love that you guys are always down to have my back, but there are honestly some reviews that just make me laugh and this was one of them. It was harmless to me ( it honestly just confused me more than anything, because everyone else seems to be on the same page except for this person lol). Please just pay those reviewers no mind.

Also, I hit 1K reviews on this story and that makes me so happy. I used to read so much FF in middle and high school (still do, actually) and I viewed writers with 1K+ reviews as something akin to FF famous and now I am one of those writers and it's weird because nothing has changed, honestly.

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Many of you guessed it :)

Veela: semi-human magical beings, with white-gold hair and skin that appears to shine moon-bright. A half-Veela is a cross-breed between a human (normally a wizard or witch) and a Veela. It is unknown if Veela can breed with Muggles, and it is unlikely that a Muggle would ever learn of the existence of Veela, thus most or all half-Veela will inherit magical ability from their fathers.

From their mother, they gain some Veela traits, such as breathtaking beauty and the ability to entrance men supernaturally. It is unknown if half-Veela are able to shape-shift into bird-like creatures as full Veela can.

It is unknown if half-Veela or part-Veela can be male, with the same abilities of female part-Veelas. The only known male with Veela ancestry is Louis Weasley, who is one-eighth Veela through his mother.

"Do you think Malfoy has been acting a bit strange, lately?"

Hermione avoided Lavender's inquiring eyes as they walked down the corridor.

"What do you mean?"

"I know that the two of you are getting along much better now. Surely, you've noticed?"

Hermione shook her head.

"He seems more on edge than normal, no? He's very…fidgety lately, and the words 'fidgety' and 'Malfoy' are just two words that do not go together," Lavender said.

"I hadn't noticed," Hermione mumbled.

That was a lie.

Of course Hermione had noticed. It took everything in Hermione to convince Draco that she would be perfectly fine going to class today, that they didn't need to stay cooped up in their dorm all day long. He had been reluctant to part from her this morning, and she had felt the same way, but they couldn't put their life on hold.

Lavender was about to say something when the two of them walked past Ron, the redhead throwing a glare at Hermione while ignoring Lavender all together.

"Does he still have a stick up his arse?"

Hermione shook her head with a sigh.

"I advised him that it wouldn't be wise to go around and tell people that Draco is the one who put McLaggen in the infirmary. He got all pissy, and all but told me to mind my own business," she said in exasperation.

"What an idiot…"

Hermione was about to reply when she spotted Harry walking towards her, in quite the hurry. He had a regretful look on his face as he approached her.

"Hermione…um… Look, I just wanted to say sorry for what Ron is doing. I've tried to talk to him, let him know that it isn't right, especially since he didn't actually see Malfoy hurt him. I get that you're just looking out for Ron, but he doesn't see it that way," he mumbled.

Hermione exhaled, nodding.

"Well, thank you for at least trying to talk some sense into him. He completely despises me, right now for not welcoming him back with open arms. It was foolish of me to think he'd ever listen to me, especially right now," she bitterly replied.

Harry reached out, resting his hand on her arm.

"I really am sorry about telling him what happened in your dorm that day. I was annoyed and was just ranting. I didn't think," he admitted, briefly glancing at Lavender.

Hermione reluctantly nodded in understanding.

"No…it's fine. I can't blame you for ranting. I do wish that you hadn't done so to Ron though, but…there really isn't much that can be done about it, now," she said with a shrug.

Harry nodded, removing his hand just as Draco walked past them. Harry and Lavender paid him no mind, oblivious to his presence amongst the rest of the students, but Hermione could not tear her gaze away from his cold one.

His eyes narrowed at Harry, lips twisted into a frown as he attempted to set his arm on fire with his gaze. Hermione looked away, swallowing as he breezed by, no one else noticing his brief presence.

Hermione and Draco walked out of the Headmistress' office, Draco annoyed, and Hermione…somewhat excited.

"I swear, she has nothing better to do," he complained.

"I don't know. I think that a winter dance might be kind of fun," she said.

Draco rolled his eyes, reaching out to drape his arm over her shoulders, pulling her into him.

"Of course it will be fun…you'll be there," he whispered.

He reached up to gently grab her chin, pulling her face towards his so that their lips met. Hermione found herself smiling into the kiss, gently pushing him away lest they get caught.

"Draco," she warned.

He sighed, looking away.

"Are you ashamed of me, Hermione?"

Hermione blanched, eyes widening.

"No, of course not. I just…I'm just not ready for anyone else to know, just yet," she defended.

"Why? Is there something wrong with me? Am I so bad-?"

"No, no. It isn't like that, at all…"

"Then what is it?"

"Why is this so important to you? Why do you feel the need to show me off, claim your territory and crap?"

He exhaled, nostrils flaring, eyes darkening as he stared ahead.

"I don't know how much longer I'll be able to control myself, Hermione," he said.

Hermione swallowed, an uneasy feeling growing in her stomach.

"What do you mean," she asked in a small voice.

He shook his head, eyes troubled and jaw clenched as he looked down at her. Hermione was tempted to take a step back at the intensity within them, but resisted.

"Every time anyone so much as looks at you, I just…," he trailed off, shaking his head.

"Draco…talk to me," she encouraged.

He sighed, pulling away, fists clenched at his side.

"I saw Potter talking to you, yesterday. He was…he was touching you," he spat.

Hermione anxiously waited for him to continue.

"I know that it was innocent, nothing really, but…I just had the strongest urge to…tear his throat out," he said through gritted teeth.

Hermione did take a step back this time. In fact, she practically stumbled back as his eyes flashed, silver briefly bleeding into black and then back again. Her eyes widened, and she had to force herself to keep her fear from showing on her face.

Draco's shoulders heaved with the heavy breaths he took.

"It's like…I just get so crazy about you…"

He turned to fully face her now, eyes wild and confused.

"I just get in these moods where I don't want you to talk to anyone but me. I don't want you to be around anyone. I just…I just want to lie in bed with you all day, touching you, kissing you…"

He took a step towards her, slowly trailing his fingers up her arm and to her neck. His pupils dilated as they lingered on the think skin of her collarbone, traveling to the heated flesh of her neck as her heart raced. He brought his thumb up, tracing it over her neck as he leaned in.

"I want to wrap myself around you as I feel you wrapped around me, hot…"

He grazed his teeth against her pulse.

"…and tight."

"Draco," she warned, pushing her hand against his chest.

Suddenly he straightened, demeanor taking a complete one-eighty as he looked down at her with hard eyes, eyebrows furrowed into a frown.

"We're telling everyone."

Hermione blinked, completely thrown for a loop.

"W-what? No, I-."

"I don't care, Hermione. I don't know how much longer I can take this," he spat, pushing himself away from her.

Hermione felt her anger rise, and she clenched her jaw.

"You aren't the only one in this…whatever this is. Can't you just respect my wishes?"

"Can't you just respect mine," he threw back.

Hermione exhaled, crossing her arms over her chest as she walked towards him.

"Draco…," she quietly began "…Draco, if you do this to me, I swear, I swear on Godric's grave that I'll-."

Draco suddenly spun around, his nose a hair's width away from her own as his own anger flared.

"You'll what? You'll what, Hermione? What are you going to do?"

Hermione took a step back, but he only followed, nose brushing against hers as he mocked her.

"Are you going to hold out on me, because that's the only thing you can possibly do at this point, right?"

Hermione swallowed as his eyes bore into her own.

"Heh, we'll see how long that will last because we both know…"

He brushed his lips against her jaw, planting a teasing kiss on the skin.

"…that you're just as addicted as I am."

"We're not telling anyone, yet, and that's final," she firmly whispered.

Draco pulled away, looking down at her with a threatening expression. She held his gaze as she stood her grown, daring him to object. He simply smirked, eyes swirling with sinful intentions as he took a step back.

"We'll see about that…"

She felt her heart skip a beat, suddenly feeling like she had just done something that she would come to regret as he walked away.

Hermione pushed her food around with her fork, her appetite completely nonexistent. Draco had not come back to the dorm last night. If the two of them weren't so wrapped up in each other, she might have been worried for different reasons, but she wasn't. Instead, his behavior as of late had her coming up with all sorts of scenarios where he had done something stupid or dangerous that could get him expelled.

She bit her lip, eyes darting around as her knees jiggled up and down, completely on edge. She had waited up for him, finally giving up and retiring to her bed, listening for him to come in. He didn't, and she had soon found herself taking up residence in his bed instead. That did nothing to calm her nerves.

When she had woken up, she was alone, and from what she could tell, his side had not been slept in at all.

"Are you okay?"

Hermione looked up through unruly hair as Lavender sat down across from her, gracefully sliding into her seat.

"Yeah…yeah, I'm fine."

Hermione contemplated telling Lavender everything from time to time, but it was already too much that Ginny knew. The only silver lining in that was that now Ginny could help Hermione where she could not help herself.

Lavender looked unconvinced, but otherwise didn't make a comment on it.


Hermione looked up just in time to see Ginny making her way into the Great Hall, an unreadable expression on her face. She walked at a brisk pace, a book clutched in her hand as she approached them. Ginny acknowledged Lavender, seemingly focused on something that required a lot of her attention before facing Hermione.

"Hermione…we need to talk," Ginny firmly said.

Hermione hesitantly glanced at the book in her hand.


Ginny hesitated.

"About…that project that you're working on," she said, eyebrow raised.

"Project? What project?"

Hermione glanced at Lavender.

"Um…I'll…I'll tell you later. It's kind of urgent that I deal with this now," Hermione said.

Lavender looked a bit deflated, nodding.


Hermione had just stood up, Ginny in the process of turning to make her way out of the hall, when Draco entered. Ginny paused when Hermione did, turning around fully now to follow Hermione's gaze.

Draco's pale hair was messily brushed away from his face, gazed hard as his eyes found hers. His school shirt was untucked from inside his pants, his tie loosely hanging from his collar. His eyes were darker now, even from afar, Hermione could tell. He tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing.


Hermione did not register Ginny's voice as she watched Ron rise from his seat, walking over to Draco. Her eyes widened, calling him an imbecile in every different way she knew how as he approached the clearly unhinged Slytherin. She partially blamed herself for this, cursing herself for ever approaching Ron in the first place, knowing that he would do the exact opposite of what she asked.

"What the bloody hell is he doing," Hermione heard Lavender ask.

Hermione took a step forward, brushing past Ginny as Ron began speaking to the blond. She noted that they weren't the only ones watching the exchange, other students eagerly waiting to see what was happening. Harry was still sitting, legs slightly bent, ready to jump up if the situation called for it. Throughout the entire conversation, Draco's eyes did not leave her once.

Then, suddenly, Draco's eyes snapped to Ron, glaring at the redhead with so much intensity that Hermione found herself walking forward, preparing to protect Ron if need be. Only, Draco had moved too fast for her to keep up.

It happened so fast, and Hermione barely had time to register what she was seeing before she sprinted.

Ron was talking to him, Draco looking at him as if he were an insect. Within a matter of seconds, Ron was on his back, Draco pressing him into the table as blood ran down the Gryffindor's face at an alarming rate. Draco's hand was around Ron's neck, the other reaching for his wand.

"Stop," Hermione shrieked, running over and brushing Harry's hands away from her as she approached.

Draco eyes slowly rose to meet hers as Ron squirmed beneath him.

"What are you doing? Let him go," she pleaded.

Harry reached out, gently grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back, obviously fearful for her wellbeing. Draco zeroed in on the movement, dropping Ron as if he were on fire, and reaching for her, his wand aimed at Harry. Harry did the same, the both of them at a standoff as she stood in between.

Her eyes pleaded with Draco as he glared at the raven-haired Gryffindor. His eyes found hers, and she slowly shook her head, silently begging him to stop. He briefly closed his eyes, rolling his neck as his jaw ticked. He opened them, resting his heated gaze on her as he threw his wand to the side.

Hermione gasped into his mouth just as everyone else around her did too. His tongue found hers, massaging and exploring the inside of her mouth with a vigor that she had never felt before. His hands rested on either side of her face, holding her head steady as his lips moved over hers with a skill that made her knees weak.

Her heart fluttered as she kissed him back, eyes falling closed as her body hummed with that familiar, overwhelming energy. Her frame was alight with fire, and at any moment, she was sure that she would combust. She briefly forgot that they were in the hall, in front of everyone who came to eat that day.

At least she did until he roughly bit her lip, making quite the show of it.

She jerked away, staring at him with wide eyes as she reached up to brush her fingers against her swollen lips. Her finger was damp, and she noticed the slight tint of red on his own lips. His chest heaved as he gazed at her through dark eyes, and Hermione swallowed.

She didn't look at anyone as she hurriedly brushed past him and ran out of the hall.

Hermione finally entered their dorm later that night, face flushed from crying as she closed the door behind her. Her heart involuntarily skipped a beat and her hair stood on end. He was here.

She lifted her gaze just as he exited his room, leaning against the frame of his door, his pajama bottoms resting low on his hips. It reminded her of the night that she had approached him, a nervous and insecure wreck…and now…

"I know that you're angry with me," he began, walking down the steps into the common area.

She said nothing, simply glaring at him.

"…part of me is sorry…and part of me doesn't care," he said.

He walked in between the couches, lighting the fireplace up with his wand, and that was when Hermione noticed the lump on the floor. Draco looked down, head tilted as he fingered his wand.

"Do you know what he said to me, today?"

Hermione's eyes widened as the fire illuminated the locks of red hair. Hermione slowly looked up to rest her eyes on Draco as he frowned.

"He told me that you two would end up together in the end. That it didn't matter if the two of us had some weird camaraderie going on, that when it's all said and done, the two of you of you would be together," Draco said, voice breaking.

Ron groaned, and Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"You know that he was just trying to get to you, and you let him," Hermione said.

"It doesn't matter, because I'll always wonder…"

Hermione took a step forward.

"Draco…I want you. Not anyone else," she reassured.

"Sometimes I can't tell. Sometimes my mind can't differentiate between what's real and what's not," he whispered, eyes glassy.

Hermione swallowed.

"Draco…just let him go. He's not who I want…"

Draco tilted his head back, looking down his nose at her as he aimed his wand at Ron.

"The only way to ease my mind…is to simply get rid of the problem," he quietly said.

"Draco, no! You can't…you can't just go around offing everyone who you think is a threat to us," she shrieked.

"Why not?"

"Because it isn't worth it. It isn't right! Draco, please… I want you and only you, but I can't be with you if you keep doing this," she whispered.

She walked towards him, reaching for his wand.

"Please…don't do this to us," she begged.

She wrapped her fingers around his wand, pulling on it, bringing him with it. She let it drop to the floor, and Draco slowly dropped to his knees, wrapping his arm around her waist, pressing his face into her stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair as he shook, arms tightening around her.

"You make me…," he trailed off.

"I know," Hermione whispered, recalling the poorly concealed panic in Ginny's voice earlier in the dining hall.

"You do?"

"Yes," Hermione quietly replied.

She recalled how she felt as he had kissed her in front of everyone. At the time, she hadn't been angry. She had been proud as his lips moved over her own, proud to let everyone know that she was his as much as he was hers. She had kissed him back, wanting everyone to see that this beautiful man was hers and hers alone. It was a strange feeling, one she imagined that Draco felt almost regularly now.

"I understand now, Draco."

His eyes brightly shone as he gazed up at her.

"You do?"

"Yes, I do."

She didn't need to see what Ginny had found in that book, or even hear what she had to say. Hermione's suspicions were confirmed by her heart, and she shuddered as Draco began to lift her shirt, placing kisses along her stomach.

Draco was a Veela.

She was his mate.

Now, she just had to find a way to break the news to him.

Please keep in mind that there is not much information on Veelas in the Harry Potter universe, especially the possibility of male Veelas, therefore many writers can take a lot of liberty as far as how they want to depict Veelas. I chose to take a darker path because I wouldn't be me if I didn't lol.

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