Draco’s POV
“You all good now?” Theo asked me as I sat in the corner of the boy’s bathroom breathing heavily while my fangs retract.
“Yeah.” I breathed out. I winced when I heard my voice.
“What caused it?” Theo asked as he stood guard by the door.
“I don’t know.” I said with a shake of my head.
“I think I do.” Blaise spoke up quietly from beside me. He’d been quiet throughout the whole ordeal.
“What?” I asked tiredly as I let my head fall back against the cool tiles.
“I brushed hands with Hermione about half a second before your pain started.” He spoke quietly but thanks to my sensitive hearing I heard it loudly.
The silence that engulfed the bathroom was really loud but I refused to speak. My experiment with Cho Chang this morning had been pointless, then at lunch Theo had managed to put me right in the youngest Weasley’s way and again nothing. Neither of the girls were my mate.
“Drake-“ Blaise started but I wasn’t listening.
‘Don’t.” I snapped.
“But it fits.” Theo argued.
“I said don’t.” I snapped again, this time at Theo as I stood using the wall for support.
“What have you got to lose? Just scent her.” Blaise argued.
“No.”
“Draco…” Blaise groaned in annoyance.
“I have everything to lose. If she is my mate she’ll never accept me. I’ll die.”
“We won’t let that happen.” Theo vowed.
“Let me get her close enough and scent her, please Draco.” Blaise begged.
“No.” I snarled before storming from the bathroom, heading back to class.
Hermione’s POV
Four days later-
“Are you sure you’re okay Hermione?” Ginny asked me again as I squirm in my seat.
“Fine just… unsettled.” I frown as I wriggle yet again.
“What’s going on in your head?” Harry asks as he watches me concerned.
“That’s just it, there’s nothing. Absolutely nothing and yet here I am worried out of my mind.” I groan as I run a hand through my hair in frustration.
“How long have you been like this?” Ginny asks.
“Three days, ever since our first potions class.” I mutter as I try, really try, to eat. I’m so damn wound up that I haven’t had an appetite for days.
“Maybe you should go and see Pomfrey.”
“No, I’m sure it’s nothing. It’ll pass.” I say with a smile.
“Have you guys seen how bad Malfoy looks?” Ron asks immediately as he sits down opposite me. I want to roll my eyes but at the mere mention of his name I find myself intrigued.
“What do you mean?” Harry asks as he searches the Slytherin table.
“On the end, with Zabini, Nott and Parkison. I told you he was up to something, he’s got to be. The guy looks like he hasn’t slept in days. Must be sneaking out of the castle for death eater jobs.”
“Oh Ronald honestly.” Ginny huffs as she sends him a glare. Normally I would agree with her but today even I can’t seem to take my eyes off his pale and drawn looking form. A pang of concern for the blonde hits me suddenly and almost immediately his head snaps up and looks around the room. Hastily I revert my eyes and concentrate on my plate.
“I say we follow him.” Harry suggests but I’m barely listening to the conversation as Ron readily agrees. My body is wired suddenly with longing and sadness. My breath catches as I choke up with the force of the emotions and my eyes water.
“Hermione are you okay?” Harry asks suddenly but I can’t speak. Without warning I duck my head, grab my bag and flee the great hall. I’m a few seconds ahead of the others but I know they’ll be right behind me in a heartbeat. Without a second thought I race down the corridor and up onto the third floor.
I need somewhere to be alone, I need somewhere to be alone, I need somewhere to be alone.
Immediately a door appears and I yank it open, throwing myself inside before I slam it shut behind me. With my back to the door I close my eyes and just breathe. I’m a bottle of frazzled emotions and for the love of merlin I have no idea why.
Once I’m sure I have somewhat of a grip I throw myself into the nearest chair and curl into myself.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” I whimper as another sudden rush of sadness hits and before I know it I’m crying, no not crying, full blown body wracking sobbing.
Draco’s POV
I squeeze my eyes shut as I curl into myself and cry. The yearning and sadness I feel is painful. My Veela is restless and hurt. Ever since Blaise spoke of Granger I’ve had no rest, no sleep, hell I can’t even eat I’m so damned worried. I’ve cursed him out and thought of at least a thousand different ways to kill him since the damn potions incident.
“Draco, you okay?” Pansy’s sudden appearance makes me whimper and I withdraw further into my corner.
“He hasn’t eaten for days.” Theo’s voice joins hers and I groan, holding my head as I try to shut them both out. Their voices aren’t what my Veela and I want to hear.
“In the last four days I think he’s scented just about every damn girl in the school, including some of the teachers.” Blaise joins in and I let out a low angry growl.
“Apart from one.” Theo whispers but I can hear it loud and clear.
I whimper again as my chest contracts painfully. I feel like I’m dying. My jaw aches as my fangs extend and the raw, unexpected need to mark my mate floods me as I hiss angrily.
“Easy Draco, just relax.” Blaise tries to comfort me from afar, not game enough to come any closer.
“Get Snape, He’ll know what to do.” Theo speaks and I hear a door open and close again but I refuse to open my eyes. If I do I just know I’ll lose all control.
“Draco, Drake listen to me. Remember what you said when you told us you were Veela?” Blaise tries again and I hiss at him angrily. Does he not understand I don’t want him to talk, I need her and only her.
“You said whatever she felt, you felt and vice versa. Draco you need to calm down because out there somewhere is your mate feeling very upset and you don’t want her upset do you?” My angry hissing suddenly stops as I let the small rational part of me take in what Blaise just said.
“No you don’t want that do you Draco? You want your mate happy and safe right?”
“Hmm.” I hum but the sound is foreign to even my ears.
“Help your mate feel happy Draco. She’ll be scared and frightened.”
Almost immediately my main focus is on my mate’s happiness. A low hum sounds through the quiet room and it takes me a minute to work out that the hum is coming from me. My Veela croons quietly as I push happy feelings towards my mate.
“What’s he doing?” I hear vaguely but I pay it little attention, my focus completely on my mate as I feel her emotions settle.
“He’s soothing her, don’t approach him and definitely do not touch him when he’s in this state. Ever.” I vaguely register Snape’s arrival but I dismiss it and continue to croon, relaxing when I feel a calm wash over both of us. Sighing in relief I feel my eyes droop as a heavy feeling washes over me. I let my heavy eyes close slowly before everything turns black.
“You all good now?” Theo asked me as I sat in the corner of the boy’s bathroom breathing heavily while my fangs retract.
“Yeah.” I breathed out. I winced when I heard my voice.
“What caused it?” Theo asked as he stood guard by the door.
“I don’t know.” I said with a shake of my head.
“I think I do.” Blaise spoke up quietly from beside me. He’d been quiet throughout the whole ordeal.
“What?” I asked tiredly as I let my head fall back against the cool tiles.
“I brushed hands with Hermione about half a second before your pain started.” He spoke quietly but thanks to my sensitive hearing I heard it loudly.
The silence that engulfed the bathroom was really loud but I refused to speak. My experiment with Cho Chang this morning had been pointless, then at lunch Theo had managed to put me right in the youngest Weasley’s way and again nothing. Neither of the girls were my mate.
“Drake-“ Blaise started but I wasn’t listening.
‘Don’t.” I snapped.
“But it fits.” Theo argued.
“I said don’t.” I snapped again, this time at Theo as I stood using the wall for support.
“What have you got to lose? Just scent her.” Blaise argued.
“No.”
“Draco…” Blaise groaned in annoyance.
“I have everything to lose. If she is my mate she’ll never accept me. I’ll die.”
“We won’t let that happen.” Theo vowed.
“Let me get her close enough and scent her, please Draco.” Blaise begged.
“No.” I snarled before storming from the bathroom, heading back to class.
Hermione’s POV
Four days later-
“Are you sure you’re okay Hermione?” Ginny asked me again as I squirm in my seat.
“Fine just… unsettled.” I frown as I wriggle yet again.
“What’s going on in your head?” Harry asks as he watches me concerned.
“That’s just it, there’s nothing. Absolutely nothing and yet here I am worried out of my mind.” I groan as I run a hand through my hair in frustration.
“How long have you been like this?” Ginny asks.
“Three days, ever since our first potions class.” I mutter as I try, really try, to eat. I’m so damn wound up that I haven’t had an appetite for days.
“Maybe you should go and see Pomfrey.”
“No, I’m sure it’s nothing. It’ll pass.” I say with a smile.
“Have you guys seen how bad Malfoy looks?” Ron asks immediately as he sits down opposite me. I want to roll my eyes but at the mere mention of his name I find myself intrigued.
“What do you mean?” Harry asks as he searches the Slytherin table.
“On the end, with Zabini, Nott and Parkison. I told you he was up to something, he’s got to be. The guy looks like he hasn’t slept in days. Must be sneaking out of the castle for death eater jobs.”
“Oh Ronald honestly.” Ginny huffs as she sends him a glare. Normally I would agree with her but today even I can’t seem to take my eyes off his pale and drawn looking form. A pang of concern for the blonde hits me suddenly and almost immediately his head snaps up and looks around the room. Hastily I revert my eyes and concentrate on my plate.
“I say we follow him.” Harry suggests but I’m barely listening to the conversation as Ron readily agrees. My body is wired suddenly with longing and sadness. My breath catches as I choke up with the force of the emotions and my eyes water.
“Hermione are you okay?” Harry asks suddenly but I can’t speak. Without warning I duck my head, grab my bag and flee the great hall. I’m a few seconds ahead of the others but I know they’ll be right behind me in a heartbeat. Without a second thought I race down the corridor and up onto the third floor.
I need somewhere to be alone, I need somewhere to be alone, I need somewhere to be alone.
Immediately a door appears and I yank it open, throwing myself inside before I slam it shut behind me. With my back to the door I close my eyes and just breathe. I’m a bottle of frazzled emotions and for the love of merlin I have no idea why.
Once I’m sure I have somewhat of a grip I throw myself into the nearest chair and curl into myself.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” I whimper as another sudden rush of sadness hits and before I know it I’m crying, no not crying, full blown body wracking sobbing.
Draco’s POV
I squeeze my eyes shut as I curl into myself and cry. The yearning and sadness I feel is painful. My Veela is restless and hurt. Ever since Blaise spoke of Granger I’ve had no rest, no sleep, hell I can’t even eat I’m so damned worried. I’ve cursed him out and thought of at least a thousand different ways to kill him since the damn potions incident.
“Draco, you okay?” Pansy’s sudden appearance makes me whimper and I withdraw further into my corner.
“He hasn’t eaten for days.” Theo’s voice joins hers and I groan, holding my head as I try to shut them both out. Their voices aren’t what my Veela and I want to hear.
“In the last four days I think he’s scented just about every damn girl in the school, including some of the teachers.” Blaise joins in and I let out a low angry growl.
“Apart from one.” Theo whispers but I can hear it loud and clear.
I whimper again as my chest contracts painfully. I feel like I’m dying. My jaw aches as my fangs extend and the raw, unexpected need to mark my mate floods me as I hiss angrily.
“Easy Draco, just relax.” Blaise tries to comfort me from afar, not game enough to come any closer.
“Get Snape, He’ll know what to do.” Theo speaks and I hear a door open and close again but I refuse to open my eyes. If I do I just know I’ll lose all control.
“Draco, Drake listen to me. Remember what you said when you told us you were Veela?” Blaise tries again and I hiss at him angrily. Does he not understand I don’t want him to talk, I need her and only her.
“You said whatever she felt, you felt and vice versa. Draco you need to calm down because out there somewhere is your mate feeling very upset and you don’t want her upset do you?” My angry hissing suddenly stops as I let the small rational part of me take in what Blaise just said.
“No you don’t want that do you Draco? You want your mate happy and safe right?”
“Hmm.” I hum but the sound is foreign to even my ears.
“Help your mate feel happy Draco. She’ll be scared and frightened.”
Almost immediately my main focus is on my mate’s happiness. A low hum sounds through the quiet room and it takes me a minute to work out that the hum is coming from me. My Veela croons quietly as I push happy feelings towards my mate.
“What’s he doing?” I hear vaguely but I pay it little attention, my focus completely on my mate as I feel her emotions settle.
“He’s soothing her, don’t approach him and definitely do not touch him when he’s in this state. Ever.” I vaguely register Snape’s arrival but I dismiss it and continue to croon, relaxing when I feel a calm wash over both of us. Sighing in relief I feel my eyes droop as a heavy feeling washes over me. I let my heavy eyes close slowly before everything turns black.