Hermione stood frozen lost in a sea of silver.
"What?" She finally whispered.
Malfoy ran his hands through his blonde hair roughly sighing loudly. He didn't even have the words, he hated admittting it but it was true. All he could do was just nod his head conferming what he just said was true.
"You're a Veela," Hermione stated.
She knew that it was true, but it didn't soften the blow. She had to take this in for a moment, knowing what that meant for her. This had just confirmed everything. It was the scariest feeling that she had ever felt. Could this really be happening.
"I'm your mate aren't I?" She said not really meaning it to come out a question.
Malfoy looked like he was swallowing gilly weed, he simple nodded admitting that she was right once again.
She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to do. Her breath was caught in her lungs and all time seemed to have stopped.
I'm Draco Malfoy's mate?
She didn't know if she believed it.
"I know what you're thinking," Malfoy said to her, "But believe me I didn't know it was you until I ran into you at the train station,"
Her forehead creased in confusion trying to remember the scene. It came to her as soon as the moment had come and gone. When he bumped into her… that was the marking?
Her face spread into realization.
"I'm… your mate?" She asked still taking it in.
Malfoy looked at her gently, "Yes" He whispered almost guiltily.
Hermione's body flooded with a strange feeling. She couldn't pin down what it was but it was making her weak at the knees. She believed Malfoy, his perfect features could never lie to her this way.
"I… I don't-" Hermione tried to say but her mind and her body seemed to be in high speed, she couldn't think straight, something was changing in her. She could feel the emotional need for him growing stronger the longer she stayed in his presence.
"I can't be," She said in denial.
Malfoy gave an angry smile scoffing, "Granger I've been telling myself that everyday since I've ran into you. You have no idea how hard it's been. Keeping myself at a distance from you, telling myself I won't do it, how I don't want it. But every time I see you it's like…. It's like a knife digs deeper and deeper when I force myself to make you leave my mind," His voice was growing bitter, his features in distress.
"Believe me Granger I've tried, but I can't help what I am," He said.
Hermione stood shocked at what she was hearing; did he really feel that strong for her? She remembered back to her readings in the library. The Veela is known to fall in love much faster than the human mate because their blood is still changing, once they become to there full Veela form they will be able to love just as deeply as the other. In the end she won't be able to bear to be apart from him either. Hermione new that from now on, she would be falling faster for him.
"Being this close to you with out touching you… it's harder than you know," He said looking at her almost painfully.
Hermione's body suddenly yearned for his; she could feel her blood pulsing new emotions throughout her veins. A pain was sweeping through her body physically and she felt like she was suffocating. Is this what he meant? Was he feeling physical pain too?
Suddenly Malfoy's hand came to hold the side of her face, taking a step closer to her. It was now different when he touched her from only five minutes ago. It was like an electric shock went through her body relieving the physical pain that had just engulfed her body moments ago. Her breathing went back to normal.
Hermione knew Malfoy felt the same as his body relaxed from the tense state he had been in, his painful face was once again angelic.
"I think I'm starting to know how you feel," She said whispering very softly, feeling Malfoy's breath on her face.
Malfoy started to lean slowly to Hermione.
Hermione caught herself unconsciously leaning toward Malfoy too. Like a magnet was pulling them together.
But they were interrupted by a loud grandfather clock sound that rang through the corridor to signal that classes had ended.
Malfoy closed his eyes and gave a loud sigh neither of them wanting to pull apart.
"I should go," Malfoy said dropping his hand from her face, instantly regretting the empty feeling that came with it.
Hermione's body grew into a panic. She tried her best to repress the feeling she had and not let it show but it didn't work.
"You're leaving?" She asked sadly.
Suddenly Malfoy gave a small crooked smile, "We'll see each other sooner than you think."
Hermione looked at him longingly but obliged.
She nodded, "Ok," Is all she managed to get out.
"I think someone is looking for you to make your sure your ok in the mean time," Malfoy said looking over her shoulder.
Hermione gave him confused look as she looked over her shoulder as well seeing Harry and Ron rounding the corner, not doubt looking for Hermione.
She turned back to Malfoy. A part of her wanted to go see Ron and Harry, but another growing part of her wanted to stay with Malfoy.
Malfoy's face looked even more painful than hers as he stepped away from her turning to leave.
"I'll see you later," Malfoy said with one last nod.
Hermione only nodded back as she watched him turn away from her, each step seeming to cause her to flinch a little.
"Hermione!" Ron called to her.
Hermione finally ripped her eyes away from Malfoy's figure that was now out of sight.
"We wondered if they let you out yet," Harry said as they approached her, "How are you? How's your head? And what happened to your foot!"
Hermione gave a sarcastic laugh, "I think the gash on my head and my foot is the least of my problems,"
Harry and Ron looked at her confused.
"I have something I have to tell you two," Hermione said slowly as the trio huddled together in the hallway.
"It all began with what I read in the library yesterday…"
"I just still can't believe you're his… mate," Ron said in disgust.
Harry rolled his eyes at Ron, "Do you know how many times you've said that now?"
Hermione was also getting annoyed at Ron's over reaction to the whole situation. She sunk lower into the red couch that sat in front of the fire place in the large common room, trying to clear her head by confiding in Harry and Ron. She was still debating though if it was a good idea or a dumb one by the way Ron was acting.
Ron glared at Harry, "I'm just saying it's weird, we've been enemies since forever and now there destined for each other?"
"It's not like we chose this Ron," Hermione said getting irritated, "He can't help what he is and I can't help that I'm his mate."
"But he chose you didn't he?" Ron said angrily.
"Ron drop it," Harry said, "It's the same with your brother and Flur, they can't help it. It's apart of who they are,"
"That's different! Flur didn't try to get us killed for two years I'm just saying that Hermione deserves better than Malfoy" Ron said loudly.
"Drop it," Hermione said repeating Harry.
Ron looked outraged as he fumed in silence.
Hermione didn't want to lose Ron as a friend, and she knew that he was only looking out for her. She looked to Harry as his eyes starred into the fire; she knew that he was thinking somewhat along the same lines as Ron. Harry was just more control of his temper and of his emotions. He knew that Hermione had no choice. No matter how much Harry didn't like the idea of Malfoy being Hermione's 'significant other,' he had to accept the fact that she was.
She had to convince them how serious this was.
"Ron, Harry… you do realize that I might die if we don't fall in love right?" She whispered.
A deadly silence over came the room as realization spread on their faces. They knew she was right and there was no changing it.
"So there really is no way of getting out of this is there," Ron said making it more of a statement than a question, calming down from his bad temper tantrum.
Hermione shook her head regretfully and silently as silence crept in for a short moment.
"The night we came to Hogwarts at the beginning of the term he apologized to me," Hermione said remembering the night, "I don't think he knew what he was getting himself into when he agreed to side with the dark lord."
"He helped me find the last Horcrux," Harry said suddenly looking at them seriously, "He's not as bad as you think he is, there's a lot of things he's done for the order… even though it meant giving up his entire family's heritage."
Harry looked over to Ron.
Ron gave a defeated sigh, "Alright, alright I get your point," He said pausing.
"I guess the question is," He said looking over to Hermione, "What are you going to do?"
The question threw Hermione so off guard that she froze for a moment not knowing the answer. What was she going to do?
She thought for a moment before responding.
"I don't know," She answered truthfully, "But I can already feel something different going on inside of me… I think I really am his mate."
The next day Hermione went to the library to catch up on missed homework. She didn't miss much but she definitely needed the distraction. A certain blonde kept creeping into her thoughts, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.
She tried to focus the best she could.
Ok so the Viperous Syrup is suppose to go in before the Oak Tree roots to make the growth serum for the growth potion for tree's like the Whomping Willow. She thought writing down her findings in her notes. Then after both elements are added you then should see the potion become a clear silver color.
Hermione's thoughts were again stolen from her as she thought of a pair of silver eyes reading the words in the text. Silver just like Malfoy's, the ones she could get lost in, the ones that she couldn't seem to look away from or even get out of her mind.
She threw down her Quill in frustration folding her arms tightly across her chest.
She looked up from her book, as if hoping to find some way to be able to concentrate. But to her surprise she found exactly what would help.
Malfoy was walking straight for her table his eyes solely locked on hers.
Hermione felt her body come alive as he grew closer to her. She couldn't help but be relieved to see him as her emotions gave way into his entrancing gaze. It made her weak in the knees.
She noticed though as he grew closer that his face was awfully stoned, emotionless almost. What was he was trying to hide?
He took the seat beside her without her permission. Not bothering to say hello he got out his things, books, quills, parchment and ink and immediately started scribbling on his parchment. Hermione did nothing but stare at him as he went about like she wasn't there.
He finally looked at her as she looked at him questioningly.
He sighed loudly, "Granger I have a Defense against the Dark Arts paper due in an hour, so will you stop looking at me like that?"
Hermione looked at him in awe speechless.
"I'm sorry I-I just was…surprised," She said defensively.
She paused for a moment, "Why didn't you get it done befor-"
"For the same reason you have only written one paragraph in your notes since classes got out," Malfoy said pointing to her mostly black parchment page.
Hermione felt heat rise to her checks, keeping silent from realizing that they both were having trouble keeping their mind off of the other.
"I couldn't concentrate," Malfoy whispered bitterly.
"You what?" Hermione asked even though she heard him clearly the first time.
He gave her a look, "Don't make me say it again, let's just get this done so I can stop stressing about it."
Hermione nodded wordlessly as returned to her readings.
They sat in silence as five minutes passed and she still hadn't written even a sentence. Hermione was beginning to be even more distracted from the presence of Malfoy. Her body was starting to ache and her thoughts were becoming uncontrollable as she kept stealing glances at Malfoy.
Another ten minutes passed and Malfoy had yet to turn the page he was reading. He gave a loud sigh as he ran his hands through his hair.
Suddenly Hermione felt Malfoy's hand intertwine through hers under the table.
Hermione body instantly relaxed as she felt a weight lift off of her. She gripped Malfoy's hand back in silence as she could finally concentrate on her homework.
Malfoy and Hermione stayed like this for the rest of free period. The only noise being made was the scratching of quills on their long pieces of parchment.
An hour passed as Hermione soon got her homework done. She glanced over at Malfoy's work to see if he was done.
He seemed to have gotten most of his paper done looking like he was working on his last paragraph.
She let her eyes wander as she didn't dare let go of his hand not liking the empty feeling she got when she did. Her eyes went to the notes he had written earlier. It looked like he didn't get much done earlier. The sentences were horribly scratched at; looking like almost every other sentence there was a word to be scratched out. Her eyes narrowed trying to see what it was that he had to keep scratching out, her eyes suddenly went wide. It was her name.
She instinctively looked at Malfoy. He was looking right back at her, dangerously close.
Her body instantly wanted to take over, lean over and kiss him, it was telling her. He's so close just lean in and kiss him.
But she didn't dare, she was still in control for now.
"Why is my name-" She tried to ask.
"I told you," He said sighing loudly, "As pathetic as it sounds, I couldn't concentrate."
"If it helps," She said after a slight pause, "I couldn't either," She said in a whisper.
Malfoy looked at her curiously as his angelic face leaned closer to her.
"Why?" He purred leaning into her, their body's drawing closer instinctively.
Hermione breathing began to become ragged as she tried to gain her senses.
"I keep imagining Crabbe," She sighed, "He's so dreamy," She said teasingly, a smile playing on her lips.
Malfoy's eyes suddenly got cold, "What?"
Hermione laughed at his jealously, "It was a joke Malfoy,"
Malfoy looked away from her eyes, almost like he was scolding himself.
"That shouldn't even affect me," He said to himself mostly, "What's happening to me," He said running his hands through his hair.
Hermione hand impulsively grabbed his face brining it very close to hers.
"You know why I was distracted…I was thinking of you," She whispered.
Malfoy's eyes suddenly went from silver to a pure green.
She remembered what the color green meant, he was happy.
"Most girls think of me a lot, don't think you're special," He said giving her a teasing wink.
Hermione glared at him letting go of his face, the tender moment gone, "They most certainly do not!"
Malfoy laughed at her, "Granger it's a joke"
She rolled her eyes as she tried to hide a smile that was playing on her lips for back firing her tactic. She started gathered up her things letting go of his hand.
Malfoy's perfect face twisted in pain.
Hermione ignored the sad feeling and the wanting to be closer to him.
"Granger, stay," Malfoy said calmly.
"You and I both have two more classes in ten minutes," She said fighting her body's plea to obey him.
She stood up to leave.
"Then say you'll meet me after," He said almost pleading standing up as well.
"I shouldn't," She said.
"Why not," He said taking a step closer to her, "You're not going to be able to concentrate on homework," He said reading her mind.
Malfoy's scent instantly filled Hermione's lungs luring her un-consciously to his demands.
"Fine," She caved in, "But only for a little while,"
"I'll see you back here then when classes are over?" He asked.
"Ok," She said.
Malfoy smiled a heart melting crooked smile.
Hermione couldn't help but smile back as she turned to leave, knowing that she would be seeing him again very soon.