Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I do own Bree and her family. Do not steal or the plot bunnies will come for you.

So this is a spin-off of my story "Bree's Hogwarts Experience." Basically it's what would happen if Bree were faced with the many clichés that exist in Harry Potter Fan-fiction and some of my own plot bunnies that won't leave me alone. Today we're starting with Veela Draco.


Version 1

Bree frowned as she mulled over the information she had just heard, never mind the fact that a male Veela should be totally and completely impossible, the fact that Draco was one was more than a little strange. Couple that with the fact that Bree was apparently Draco's predestined soul mate and now someone who she and hated and who used to hate/fear her was in love with her and things took a turn for the bizarre. Bree told Draco to meet her at the astronomy tower at midnight so she could give him her response to his confession. At 12:01 A.M Draco's broken body could be found at the bottom of the Astronomy Tower. If anyone asked Bree would say that she had rejected Draco and in despair he had flung himself from the tower. No one could prove otherwise.

Ver. 2

Bree, after a month or so of thinking it over, agreed to marry Draco. Two days after the wedding Draco and his parents met with an unfortunate accident with the Knight-Bus leaving Bree the grieving widow and sole heir of the Malfoy estate. A year later, while lounging on the beach of her own private island with her new husband Bree would reflect that marrying Draco was the second best decision she had ever made. As for the first best decision, well no one could find any evidence connecting her to it anyway.

V. 3

Bree frowned as she mulled over the information she had just heard, never mind the fact that a male Veela should be totally and completely impossible, the fact that Draco was one was more than a little strange. Couple that with the fact that Harry was apparently Draco's predestined soul mate and now Draco, who used to hate Harry as much as Harry hated him, was now in love with the messy haired Gryffindor and things took a turn for the bizarre. Add the fact the Harry was apparently returning those feeling and things started going down the path of bat-shit insane.

After a day of investigating, Bree found the source hiding in a storage closet. It was horrible, it was revolting, it was a scourge known throughout the multiverse, it was… yaoi fangirls. After liberal application of a shotgun and the salting and burning of the bodies, things returned to normal in Hogwarts. Well, what passed for normal anyway.