Chapter 4: Telling Blaise

Draco's apartment-June 14th 7:00pm

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Draco stirred at the sound of the incessant banging coming from his front door. He groaned out loud when the sunlight hit his eyes and silently cursed the person who had the nerve to pay a visit at such a ridiculous hour.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Reluctantly he rolled out of bed and after tripping slightly over the various garments on the floor, stumbled into the living room.

"Malfoy, I know you're in there. What the hell is going on? Open the bloody door."

Draco groaned again upon realising that the nuisance on the other side of the door was in fact his best friend, Blaise Zabini.

"What are you doing here Zabini?" he asked, opening the door after fixating a nasty scowl on his face.

"What do you think I'm doing here?" Blaise pushed past him into the apartment. He threw himself onto the couch and glared his friend. Draco looked a right mess, his hair matted and clothes dirty. It did not help either that he smelt like a brewery.

"I dunno. Being a wanker?" Draco took a seat in the arm chair and looked out the window. He was not impressed with Blaise, he had after all known about the whole Veela situation before he did and had not said anything about it.

"I haven't seen you for days, mate," Blaise said. "From what I've heard you haven't even been to work and you haven't replied to any of my owls. Care to fill me in on what's going on with you? I know that the Veela transformation was going to have some effect, but it's been nearly two weeks since your birthday…"

"Would you calm the fuck down, mate," Draco exclaimed, interrupting his rant. "I can't go to work, I would be no use. I haven't been able to think about anything else but all this Veela crap."

"I know, mate."

"Do you really? Can I ask you something? Why the hell didn't you mention something the night of my twenty-first? You knew what was happening and you didn't say a thing."

Blaise sighed at the look of accusation that Draco was throwing at him. He had known something like this would happen. "Look, mate, I couldn't tell you. Your parents knew that you would never go through with it if you knew the consequences. But there really was no other way to know."

"So you thought it would be okay to harm some innocent girl in the process of all this shit?" asked Draco, his voice rising.

"She was hardly innocent," muttered Blaise, then regretted it immediately.

"What the fuck, Blaise," Draco cried. "I burnt her for Merlin's sake. She was seriously injured."

"I know. But I took care of her and healed her afterwards," said Blaise reassuringly.

"You did?"

"Off course and I obliviated her slightly, both for her sake and yours, She didn't remember a thing."

Draco didn't say anything. He was glad that the girl was okay.

Look, Draco, I know it's tough. But the girl was fine. You don't have to worry about her. You need to start worrying about yourself. You can't stay holed up in this apartment forever. How are you supposed to find your mate? Remember you'll keep going insane until you do. You have to start looking now so that you find her soon and get the ritual over and done with."

Blaise was trying to reason with him, but he didn't know that the main reason he was going insane at the moment was because he knew who his mate was and until now he had not been able to get the image of her beautiful face nor her heavenly scent out of his mind.

The last few days had been rough. He had spent hours on end staying in bed, drinking his entire stock of fire whiskey and continuously thinking of her and how he would make her his. His plans so far had been very farfetched and unrealistic. The most bizarre of which involved him kidnapping her from her bed, locking her in a castle guarded by a dragon and forcing her into submission. He knew that was ridiculous. Not only because British Law forbade the trade of fully grown dragons, but also because her desire to be with him had to be completely consensual for the bond to be formed.

"Did you hear what I said?" Blaise's voice cut through Draco's musings.

"Yeah."

"Alright, well then you have to get out there. Trust me, your mate isn't just going to come knocking at your door. And Merlin forbid that she does, because judging by the smell that's coming from you right now, even a dung beetle wouldn't want to spend eternity with you."

Draco threw a cushion at him for that last statement. Blaise dodged it quickly, letting out a loud laugh.

"Seriously though mate, you have to start soon."

"I don't need to look," Draco said, his voice guarded. He was unsure if he really wanted to let Blaise know. But the more he thought about it the more it didn't make sense to keep it a secret. Everyone would find out eventually.

"What do you mean? How are you going to…"

"I mean," Draco cut him off, "I don't need to look because I already know who it is."

"WHAT?"

"I know who it is," said Draco simply. It seemed alright to talk about it.

"How? When? Where? More importantly, who?" Blaise was flabbergasted. He had not expected him to find out so soon. It had only been a week. He had heard of Veela spending years trying to find their mates.

"I was about a week ago," Draco replied, "I was at the ministry for a meeting when it happened. It was like I had gone insane. I had no control over myself. Just the thought of her has been driving me completely mental."

"Are you going to tell me who it is? Is it someone I know?"

"Yeah you know her?"

"Please don't tell me it's Parkinson."

"No it's not Pansy," said Draco, disgusted. "Could you imagine, I would kill myself."

"Quit avoiding the question. Who is it?"

"Do you remember Potters bushy haired friend?" started Draco carefully. He was thinking about her again, and the longing to be near her was back again.

"Who Granger?"

"Yeah."

"What has she got to do with this?"

Draco looked at his friend expectantly. It took him a second but realisation finally dawned on him and the look on his face was priceless.

"No way! Granger?"

"The one and only."

Blaise stared at his friend in shock. Then taking in his dishevelled state and thinking of the girl Draco had tormented endlessly while at school, he burst out into a fit of laughter.

Draco glared as his best friend continued to laugh at his expense. He actually had tears in his eyes, for Merlin's sake. Funnily enough, this was exactly how he had expected him to react.

"Granger? Of all people in the world?" Blaise gasped between laughs, "Why her? I thought you hated her."

"I did hate her, well at least I thought I did. Maybe it was all that negativity that triggered this. I have the worst luck in the world." Draco collapsed backward onto the sofa and stared at the ceiling. Blaise was laughing again and it was beginning to annoy him.

"You my friend are majorly screwed," he said. His face grew serious now. "What are you going to do now? I mean how the hell are you going to get her to sleep with you?"

"I don't know, mate, that's just the problem isn't it."

They sat in silence for a few moments, both in deep thought. Blaise knew that he would have to help Draco out. His friend was hopeless with women and had never been in a serious relationship. He was a real lady charmer and women loved his good looks and charisma. But he had never gotten one to stay, mainly because he had not wanted to. Just getting Granger to have a civilised conversation with him would prove to be a challenge.

"You have to start with meeting up with her first," said Blaise, breaking the silence.

"How am I supposed to do that? It not like I can just send her an owl and say 'Well hello, Granger. Know we haven't seen each other since the war, but would you like to go out for a drink?'"

"Well why not?"

"She'll think I'm insane. And she will never agree."

"Well you're going to have to do something. Try and find a way to meet her, even if it is in a public place. Doesn't the ministry have any stupid event that's going on that she might be attending?" asked Blaise.

"I would have to ask my assistant," replied Draco.

It was a good idea. A public place was definitely ideal because he knew that anything even remotely intimate would drive his senses into a complete frenzy and he would end up either scaring her off, or worse, hurting her somehow. He would go into the office tomorrow and hunt up some charity event or other. It seemed to be his only hope at this stage.