Hermione’s POV
I was almost finished with my breakfast when the same owl as last night landed beside me, dropped off a letter and flew away. I sneaked a look over at Harry and Ron, both boys giving me curious looks.
“Who’s the letter from Mione?”
“I don’t know yet Ronald I haven’t opened it.” I said smartly make him turn a bit red in embarrassment while Harry just laughed. The distraction worked however as they both started up another conversation of Quidditch.
I recognized the handwriting immediately and shoved the letter in my bag before standing from up from the table.
“Guys I’m just going to duck to the library quickly before class, did you want to join?” I asked knowing the answer would be a no.
“No thanks Mione we’ll catch you in potions.”
“Alright but don’t be late.” I warned, rolling my eyes as they both just waved me off with a smile.
Instead of heading to the library I made my way to the courtyard, knowing it would be deserted enough for me to read in peace at this time of the morning.
Amity. She is very beautiful and she knows it too.
No, I had no idea I was a Veela. The Malfoy’s are a very old bloodline and as it seems we have Veela bloodlines amongst us. It skipped a generation… or four and here I am. It started the beginning of summer, I thought it was just a cold. Then it got worse.
Snape tried every potion he could think of but none had any effect. My parents didn’t know what to do so Snape asked to call in Dumbledore. My parents were ready to try anything at this point so they allowed Dumbledore to see me. That’s when we found out. Snape had suspected but didn’t want to jump to conclusions.
They called it my ‘transition’ period. The Veela in my blood was waking, but I don’t remember much after that. By the end of summer I was bed ridden in so much pain, nothing would completely get rid of it. Snape brewed me a potion that helped me stay asleep but when I woke the pain was always there. Then the day before school I woke up and suddenly I was fine again. My body ached and I felt… disorientated but I wasn’t in pain as such.
When I arrived at school I knew I had to start looking for my mate. I’m ashamed to say I scented just about every girl in the school before I would scent you. I think I knew. I was getting sick and depressed, putting a lot of strain on my Veela so Blaise and Theo called an intervention and took me to Snape. I scented you that night and lost myself in the process. I’m sorry about that night. I must have frightened you. It wasn’t my intention I swear.
I’m telling you this not to scare you but so you understand a little more about my kind. Luckily for you, you won’t have to go through anything like this. I wouldn’t blame you if you rejected me. It’s no less than what I deserve after all.
If however you were to accept me as your Veela, know I will always protect you. I live for you and no one else. I will spend the rest of my life making you happy and making sure your every need is catered too. You as my mate came as a shock to both of us and while it may surprise you I wouldn’t change it..
.
As for the formalities- We would need to be bonded. I’m sure you know enough about Veela’s to know they must mark their mate or they die. The way we mark is by a bite. You won’t feel pain- that I promise you. It will just be pure pleasure. The marking goes both ways, if I mark you its then up to you to mark me too. I’m sure I’ve given you a lot to think about. I’ve instructed Amity to stay with you for now, so if you need anything or just want to talk she knows where to find me.
Draco
Let out a shaky breath as I finished the letter. Draco’s right, his words have given me a lot to think about. I had always assumed when a Veela bit his mate it would cause pain. The books I had read on Veela had spoken nothing about pleasure, or any feeling for that matter. It was a small relief that it wouldn’t hurt.
“Granger.” I looked up startled at the intrusion.
“Blaise, you startled me.”
“Sorry about that, I did call out to you twice.” He said with a small grin.
“I’m sorry I was in my own world.” I apologized as I tucked the letter into my bag.
“No need to apologise. We were just walking past. I thought I’d come and tell you that Potions starts in five minutes. I knew you wouldn’t want to be late.”
“Shit. I got so caught up in reading I wasn’t watching the time.” I panicked as I picked up my bag and hurried to stand. Blaise waited dutifully beside me and fell into step with me as we walked back inside and made our way towards the dungeons.
“How are you?” He asked as walked.
“As well as one can expect I guess.”
“You got his recent letter then?” He asked as his eyes strayed to my bag that held the letter he was talking about.
“Yes. It gave me some more…insight.” I said trying to grasp an appropriate word.
“I can only imagine.” He replied before we lapsed into silence, walking through the halls as we made our way further below the school.
I bit my lip, worrying it between my teeth as I thought of how to approach the subject of Draco.
“I can hear your head ticking over. What is it?” Blaise asked as we came to a pause outside of the potions classroom.
“Is… I mean how is Draco really?” I ask quietly. Blaise gives me a tense smile.
“He’d be better if he could be close to you. Your emotions are driving him mad.” He said before giving me a nod and entering the classroom without a backward glance.
“Shit.” I swore, letting out a heavy sigh before dragging myself into the class room.
After dinner
“Hermione.” I smiled as I wrapped my arms around Fleur in a hug. She squeezed me tightly and I laughed as we pulled away.
“I got Dumbledore’s letter. You must tell me everything. Do the boys know?”
“Oh Fleur I feel like I’m drowning. I’m such a mess. Dumbledore said no one can know, but I told Ginny. I needed to speak to someone. She suggested I speak to you and the headmaster arranged it for me.” I quickly got out as we sat down on the couch in the room of requirement.
“Tell me everything. From the start.” She demanded as I lunched into everything that had taken place in the last few days.
“He is Veela.” She muttered when I finished my story. Any small shred of hope of everyone being wrong vanished. Which was ridiculous seeing as I knew Dumbledore and Snape would never make such a huge mistake.
“Oh Fleur what do I do?”
“Not much you can do. You choose or you reject.” She spoke in her thick French accent. I sighed and pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them before resting my head on top.
“He said there’s no pain…” I trailed off.
“No just pleasure. The Veela takes their mates pain.” I frowned, lifting my head as I stared at her confused.
“What do you mean?”
“He did not tell you this?”
“No.”
“When a Veela wants to mark his or her mate, their fangs lengthen and sharpen. It’s often during sex that marking rituals start but there are cases where a Veela is simply overcome by their mate they mark them immediately, wherever that may be. The marking ritual usually starts by Veela charming their mates into a trance like state. Most mates don’t remember anything during this period.” Fleur explained as I sat back against the arm of the couch, completely taken by what she’s saying.
“This allows Veela to use their teeth to bite the pulse point using their teeth to pierce the skin the Veela injecting a venom like substance into the blood stream. The trance state numbs a mate’s body and mind, almost like a sedative before the venom kicks in. It’s the venom that causes the euphoria. Veela’s are two things- very protective and very sexual creatures. They shield their mates from many things- pain being the main one. The marking ritual is a painful experience for a Veela but they feel the pleasure of it too, through their mate.”
“That’s horrible.” I mumble as my stomach lurches at the thought of causing Draco indescribable pain.
“It is but Veela do not see it that way.” I stayed silent and she watched me with careful eyes.
“You are going to accept.” It was more of a statement than a question but I answered anyway.
“I’m not the type of person to stand back and watch someone die.” She gave me a pitied smile and I sighed heavily again
“You will be cherished and well protected know that.” She spoke softly.
“How do I tell him I accept?” I asked and she smiled softly.
I was almost finished with my breakfast when the same owl as last night landed beside me, dropped off a letter and flew away. I sneaked a look over at Harry and Ron, both boys giving me curious looks.
“Who’s the letter from Mione?”
“I don’t know yet Ronald I haven’t opened it.” I said smartly make him turn a bit red in embarrassment while Harry just laughed. The distraction worked however as they both started up another conversation of Quidditch.
I recognized the handwriting immediately and shoved the letter in my bag before standing from up from the table.
“Guys I’m just going to duck to the library quickly before class, did you want to join?” I asked knowing the answer would be a no.
“No thanks Mione we’ll catch you in potions.”
“Alright but don’t be late.” I warned, rolling my eyes as they both just waved me off with a smile.
Instead of heading to the library I made my way to the courtyard, knowing it would be deserted enough for me to read in peace at this time of the morning.
Amity. She is very beautiful and she knows it too.
No, I had no idea I was a Veela. The Malfoy’s are a very old bloodline and as it seems we have Veela bloodlines amongst us. It skipped a generation… or four and here I am. It started the beginning of summer, I thought it was just a cold. Then it got worse.
Snape tried every potion he could think of but none had any effect. My parents didn’t know what to do so Snape asked to call in Dumbledore. My parents were ready to try anything at this point so they allowed Dumbledore to see me. That’s when we found out. Snape had suspected but didn’t want to jump to conclusions.
They called it my ‘transition’ period. The Veela in my blood was waking, but I don’t remember much after that. By the end of summer I was bed ridden in so much pain, nothing would completely get rid of it. Snape brewed me a potion that helped me stay asleep but when I woke the pain was always there. Then the day before school I woke up and suddenly I was fine again. My body ached and I felt… disorientated but I wasn’t in pain as such.
When I arrived at school I knew I had to start looking for my mate. I’m ashamed to say I scented just about every girl in the school before I would scent you. I think I knew. I was getting sick and depressed, putting a lot of strain on my Veela so Blaise and Theo called an intervention and took me to Snape. I scented you that night and lost myself in the process. I’m sorry about that night. I must have frightened you. It wasn’t my intention I swear.
I’m telling you this not to scare you but so you understand a little more about my kind. Luckily for you, you won’t have to go through anything like this. I wouldn’t blame you if you rejected me. It’s no less than what I deserve after all.
If however you were to accept me as your Veela, know I will always protect you. I live for you and no one else. I will spend the rest of my life making you happy and making sure your every need is catered too. You as my mate came as a shock to both of us and while it may surprise you I wouldn’t change it..
.
As for the formalities- We would need to be bonded. I’m sure you know enough about Veela’s to know they must mark their mate or they die. The way we mark is by a bite. You won’t feel pain- that I promise you. It will just be pure pleasure. The marking goes both ways, if I mark you its then up to you to mark me too. I’m sure I’ve given you a lot to think about. I’ve instructed Amity to stay with you for now, so if you need anything or just want to talk she knows where to find me.
Draco
Let out a shaky breath as I finished the letter. Draco’s right, his words have given me a lot to think about. I had always assumed when a Veela bit his mate it would cause pain. The books I had read on Veela had spoken nothing about pleasure, or any feeling for that matter. It was a small relief that it wouldn’t hurt.
“Granger.” I looked up startled at the intrusion.
“Blaise, you startled me.”
“Sorry about that, I did call out to you twice.” He said with a small grin.
“I’m sorry I was in my own world.” I apologized as I tucked the letter into my bag.
“No need to apologise. We were just walking past. I thought I’d come and tell you that Potions starts in five minutes. I knew you wouldn’t want to be late.”
“Shit. I got so caught up in reading I wasn’t watching the time.” I panicked as I picked up my bag and hurried to stand. Blaise waited dutifully beside me and fell into step with me as we walked back inside and made our way towards the dungeons.
“How are you?” He asked as walked.
“As well as one can expect I guess.”
“You got his recent letter then?” He asked as his eyes strayed to my bag that held the letter he was talking about.
“Yes. It gave me some more…insight.” I said trying to grasp an appropriate word.
“I can only imagine.” He replied before we lapsed into silence, walking through the halls as we made our way further below the school.
I bit my lip, worrying it between my teeth as I thought of how to approach the subject of Draco.
“I can hear your head ticking over. What is it?” Blaise asked as we came to a pause outside of the potions classroom.
“Is… I mean how is Draco really?” I ask quietly. Blaise gives me a tense smile.
“He’d be better if he could be close to you. Your emotions are driving him mad.” He said before giving me a nod and entering the classroom without a backward glance.
“Shit.” I swore, letting out a heavy sigh before dragging myself into the class room.
After dinner
“Hermione.” I smiled as I wrapped my arms around Fleur in a hug. She squeezed me tightly and I laughed as we pulled away.
“I got Dumbledore’s letter. You must tell me everything. Do the boys know?”
“Oh Fleur I feel like I’m drowning. I’m such a mess. Dumbledore said no one can know, but I told Ginny. I needed to speak to someone. She suggested I speak to you and the headmaster arranged it for me.” I quickly got out as we sat down on the couch in the room of requirement.
“Tell me everything. From the start.” She demanded as I lunched into everything that had taken place in the last few days.
“He is Veela.” She muttered when I finished my story. Any small shred of hope of everyone being wrong vanished. Which was ridiculous seeing as I knew Dumbledore and Snape would never make such a huge mistake.
“Oh Fleur what do I do?”
“Not much you can do. You choose or you reject.” She spoke in her thick French accent. I sighed and pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them before resting my head on top.
“He said there’s no pain…” I trailed off.
“No just pleasure. The Veela takes their mates pain.” I frowned, lifting my head as I stared at her confused.
“What do you mean?”
“He did not tell you this?”
“No.”
“When a Veela wants to mark his or her mate, their fangs lengthen and sharpen. It’s often during sex that marking rituals start but there are cases where a Veela is simply overcome by their mate they mark them immediately, wherever that may be. The marking ritual usually starts by Veela charming their mates into a trance like state. Most mates don’t remember anything during this period.” Fleur explained as I sat back against the arm of the couch, completely taken by what she’s saying.
“This allows Veela to use their teeth to bite the pulse point using their teeth to pierce the skin the Veela injecting a venom like substance into the blood stream. The trance state numbs a mate’s body and mind, almost like a sedative before the venom kicks in. It’s the venom that causes the euphoria. Veela’s are two things- very protective and very sexual creatures. They shield their mates from many things- pain being the main one. The marking ritual is a painful experience for a Veela but they feel the pleasure of it too, through their mate.”
“That’s horrible.” I mumble as my stomach lurches at the thought of causing Draco indescribable pain.
“It is but Veela do not see it that way.” I stayed silent and she watched me with careful eyes.
“You are going to accept.” It was more of a statement than a question but I answered anyway.
“I’m not the type of person to stand back and watch someone die.” She gave me a pitied smile and I sighed heavily again
“You will be cherished and well protected know that.” She spoke softly.
“How do I tell him I accept?” I asked and she smiled softly.