A/N: Hi again :)

Man, I've got to quit writing stuff every day... -_-

Anyway, thanks for clicking on this story! This is a story that was requested that I do by Everybodyelse027 :)

I hope you enjoy it! And I know... there are a BUNCH of fantastic Veela stories out there, so I doubt this will be very original...but I'll try to make it as original as possible! :)

Anyway, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything.


Hermione POV

"Hermione...Psst...Mione!" whispered one of my best friends, Ginny Weasley. She impatiently brushed her red hair behind her shoulder. She pulled my long brown hair that was put in a ponytail.

"Yes?" I whispered back, a little bit annoyed.

"Malfoy's staring at you again." she whispered. We both slowly turned around and looked at Malfoy.

Sure enough, he was staring at me. Even when we had caught him looking, he didn't look away. His unreadable grey eyes just stared into mine as he ran his fingers through his platinum blonde hair. He seemed to be in deep in thought.

"Ginny...do I have something on my back?" I asked quietly. She shook her head.

"Now class, remember I need that parchment on Monday!" called Professor Slughorn. "Explain and describe the effects of the Draughts! Class dismissed!" he called.

I hurried and collected all my books. I was on my way out, when Malfoy stopped me.

"Can I help you with something, Malfoy?" I asked, irritably. He looked like he wanted to ask me something, but before he could, Ron and Harry came to my rescue.

"Hey 'Mione!" called Harry Potter, his green eyes bright, and his messy black hair covering his famous lightning scar. Ronald Weasley, my boyfriend, stood right next to him, smiling at me.

"Excuse me." I said, scooting past Malfoy. I accidentally brushed his hand with mine as I did. He looked surprised and held his hand up and looked at it. I was so confused. What was wrong with him? I looked back at him once more, and then headed down the hall with Harry, Ron and Ginny.


Normal POV

Draco Malfoy just stared at his hand. Her faintest touch made a surge on energy pass through his body. Could it be her? He hoped not. They all assumed it was her, but he didn't want to sure yet.

"Is it her?" muttered Blaise Zabini, his dark skinned best friend.

"I'm not sure yet...but there's only one way to find out." muttered Draco. He didn't want to do this, but he didn't have a choice. He hurried down the corridor, chasing after her.


Hermione POV

"What were you doing with Malfoy?" asked Ron.

"Nothing. He was in my way." I muttered.

"Have you noticed that he's quieter now? He hasn't insulted me in weeks!" exclaimed Harry. "There've been plenty of opportunities to, but he hasn't at all. In fact, I haven't seen him talk to anyone at all."

"He's changing." said Ginny. "I swear, his eyes turned black once, and then the changed back to grey in a flash."

"Your mind must be messing with you, Gin." said Harry, hugging his girlfriend. "And why are you looking at his eye color?"

"Harry, he's been staring at Hermione non-stop for weeks!" said Ginny. I froze. Why'd she bring me into this?

"He'd better not touch you." growled Ron, pulling me close. I rolled my eyes. Our relationship was a little bit unstable at this point. He'd act so protective of me one minute, but he'd be flirting with Lavender in the next.

"I have Defense Against the Dark Arts. See you, guys. Have fun at Charms." I said. I was on my way down to the D.A.D.A classroom when I heard someone call my name. "Granger."

I turned around, just in time to see Malfoy.

"Malfoy?" I asked. Suddenly, he slammed me against a wall and kissed me.

I was so stunned, I was frozen. What was he doing? What was happening?

Suddenly, I felt a some liquid-ish stuff come up my throat. He pulled away, and his lips were blood-red. Literally. His lips were covered in blood.

"What wa-" I stopped. The taste of blood was in my mouth. What was going on?

"Shit! I was afraid it was you." he cussed. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me up the hall.

"What are you doing?" I yelled. I tried to pull away, but his grasp was much too strong.

He pulled us to the entrance to the Headmistress's office.

"Wha-?" I asked.

"Transfigure." he said, and the door to Headmistress's opened. He pulled me up the stairs.

"Headmistress." he called. Professor McGonagall was sitting at her desk. She looked up.

"Mr. Malfoy?" then, she looked at me, and her eyes widened. "Is it...?"

"It's her." he said, with a little bit of annoyance in his voice.

"What? What am I?" I asked, confused.

"You're absolutely sure about this?" asked McGonagall, ignoring my question.

"Sadly. Her blood is drawn to me." said Malfoy. "Although my parents will probably be disappointed."

"Ok, can someone please tell me, WHAT'S GOING ON?" I shouted. I had no idea what they were saying I was. "What am I to Malfoy? Why do you keep saying that 'it's me'?"

"Miss Granger, what are you to Mr. Malfoy? You are his mate." said McGonagall, looking a bit surprised by my outburst.

"Mate?" I repeated.

"Unfortunately." said Malfoy. He was leaning against a wall, his arms crossed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, slowly.

"I apologize, but I'm afraid I have to get something done. I'll contact your parents, Mr. Malfoy. Would you mind explaining the situation to Miss Granger? And I'll see to it that your schedules are changed and that you will be staying same room." she said, hurrying to her desk.

"Same room?" I repeated. She looked at me.

"Well, you two are the Heads of the school. It's acceptable to do so. Anyway, you'll need to be around Mr. Malfoy as much as possible." said McGonagall.

"Alright, back to the 'mate' thing, I don't know what you're talking about, but I have a boyfriend!" I said, nervously.

Both of them looked surprised.

"You and Mr. Weasley are still together?" asked McGonagall, obviously surprised. "I saw that he and Miss Brown were...never mind. Mr. Malfoy, you're going to have to take it from here. I'll have Professor Larchen know you will not be attending class today." she said.

Malfoy grabbed my wrist. "Come on, Granger." he started pulling me out of the office.

"Wait, are you planning to tell me what's going on?" I asked, still confused. He sighed.

"At my...er, our room. I'll explain." said Malfoy. Reluctantly, I followed him up the stairs into his room.


Once we arrived, he sat down on his couch. I crossed my arms and looked at him. "Well?" I asked, impatiently.

He looked at me, and then the spot on the couch next to him. He patted it, telling me to sit next to him. Hesitantly, I did so. He rested one hand on mine, and then sighed. "It's you alright."

"What is?" I asked, now in new levels of impatient.

He sighed. "You're my mate. I'm part-Veela, you see. My grandmother on my father's side was a Veela, my father was half-Veela, and I'm a fourth-Veela."

"You...you're a Veela?" I asked. It couldn't be... But then again, it'd explain why he was so attracti-no! He was not attractive!

"Part-Veela. I don't transform into a bird thing, apparently. I might get wings, but I won't turn into a bird." he said.

"Ok...?" I said, still trying to process the information. "Anything else I should know?"

"Well, the reason I need to be around you or have physical contact with you a lot is because it gives me strength. Veelas are rather fragile, mind you. My eyes turn black when I get surges of energy, and I'll probably become really protective of you. If you're wondering why I'm being nice to you, it's because my feelings change for my mate no matter who it is." he said, casually. "Oh, and you have to agree to be my mate."

"What if I don't?" I asked, lifting an eyebrow. He looked at me.

"I die. If a Veela can't find a mate who will give themselves to the Veela by the time they're 18, the Veela will die. I have...about a month and a half." he said.

"Well, how does one give themselves to a Veela?" I asked.

"Marriage." he said.

I stared at him. He got down off the couch and onto one knee. He pulled a box out of his pocket and opened it. A ring encrusted with diamonds with a platinum band sat in the velvet box.

"So, Granger, marry me?" he asked.

"No!" I exclaimed, standing up. "Are you kidding me? I'm 17! Not to mention the fact that, Malfoy, you've been a jerk to me for my entire life so far, and you're expecting me to marry you?"

"Well...yes?" he asked. "You care about others, Granger. You wouldn't let anyone die if it was up to you. Not even me."

He...knew me so well. But...how?

"B-But I have a boyfriend!" I reminded him.

He scoffed. "Your 'boyfriend' has been snogging Lavender Brown everyday at the library."

"He...he is not!" I exclaimed.

"Come on, Granger. You know he is. And all you'd have to do is say 'I am Hermione Granger, mate of Draco Malfoy'. As simple as that! And then I'm saved."

he told me.

"I...I don't know." I said, sitting back down on the couch. "I...I'll have to think about it."

Malfoy came over to me, took my hand and placed it on his cheek. It surprised me. He just smiled and took a deep breath. His eyes were black as he opened them. "See? You're definitely my mate. My eyes will only turn black at contact of my mate."

He stood up and yawned. "I'm off to take a nap. See you soon, Granger. And do dump the Weasel. You can do better." a couple seconds later, I heard his

door close. I sighed and looked at the box he had left on the couch.

How'd I get into this mess?


A/N: So there! Chapter 1!

Heehee, making a sweet Draco is so much fun :) A seductive Draco is coming up! :D

Review! I'd love to hear any comment you have, any suggestions or whatever...I'd like to hear it all :D

Oh! Did anyone happen to watch the Teen Choice Awards 2011 last night? Harry Potter did wonderfully! :D

See you all soon!

Luv,

Cherri