Hermione’s POV
“Wow.” I frowned at the red head.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” I asked irritably as I ran my hands through my hair, tugging hard as I turned to glare at the young witch.
“Well Merlin Hermione what do you expect me to say to this?”
“Anything but wow.” I bit out angrily.
“Look calm down for a minute okay? You’re angry, confused, upset and every other emotion you can possibly think of. I get it.”
“Do you? Do you really because this is happening to me not you!” I rant, my voice getting louder with each syllable.
“Hermione, breathe.” Ginny demanded making me gulp down a lungful of air.
“Sorry.” I mutter as when I finally calm enough to talk.
“It’s okay.” She eyed me carefully. I could see her mind ticking over as she debated on her next words.
“Just say it.” I sighed.
“Truth?” She asked as she looked me square in the eye.
“Truth.” I confirmed.
“Look technically Snape’s right, there is nothing you can really do. You’re his mate for life, just as he is yours… but you have every right to be angry or upset. I’m sure even Malfoy spent some time in denial. Somehow I don’t think you’d be his first pick.” I nodded sadly, knowing what she was saying made perfect sense.
“I don’t like Malfoy, and I owe him nothing but I have to say he’s been fair- Hear me out.” She ordered as I opened my mouth to object. I snapped it shut and went back to glaring.
“Look he’s given you time, granted it’s not a lot of time to think things over but he’s given you some none the less. Hermione he didn’t have to give you anything. He could have made you choose right then and there in front of a room full of people. Or even worse he could have gone old school Veela-”
“Old school Veela?” I interrupted confused.
“Seduced you and made the choice for you. He could have marked you and you him while he had you under a dream like trance therefore taking away your choice.”
“How do you know this?” I asked impressed.
“Fleur of course. I was curious one day and she told me all about Veela. They are truly fascinating creatures.” Ginny shrugged.
“Yes, they are. Although I found them more fascinating when I wasn’t stuck in the middle of being one’s mate.” I huffed as I collapsed in the nearest armchair. Her mouth twitched as she fought back a smile.
“Look in the long run it’s not gunna be easy but the way I see it you have two choices- you can either accept him or reject him.” The word reject made me feel uneasy. Ginny smiled knowingly reaching over as she patted my hand.
“Hermione we both know what your choice is. It’s okay to be angry and upset and think it’s not fair because it’s not fair. But we both know the person you are, you wouldn’t live with yourself if you killed him by rejecting him.”
“I hate how wise you are sometimes, and right.” I grumbled.
“I learnt from the best.” She grinned teasing me as I let out a weary sigh.
Draco’s POV
“She hates me.” I muttered as I stared at the ceiling above my ‘safe spot’ as it had been dubbed by Snape. Technically it was the lounge and I had covered it in blankets and buried myself under it.
“She doesn’t hate you she’s just…” Theo trailed off as he searched for the right word.
“Angry, upset, confused-any of those would work.” Blaise supplied.
“I already know she’s all of those things. I can feel it arsehole.” I bit out as I threw a glare his way making him hedge backward further into the chair.
“Calm down Drake. She’s upset enough for the both of you.” Theo spoke up.
“She hates me.” I hissed as I went back to staring at the ceiling. My head throbbing from the whirlwind of mass emotions.
“Draco she doesn’t-“ Theo started.
“Okay Draco let’s say she does hate you.” Blaise interrupted and I whipped my head to glare at him.
“What are you doing? We’re supposed to be calming him!” Theo hissed angrily at Blaise.
“Hear me out. Let’s say she does hate you. She hates you so much that she’s not even going to give you a chance. She’s going to reject you.” I made a distraught whimpering noise at the thought and turned to bury further into my safe haven.
“Are you crazy? You’re going to kill him… or worse get US killed by HIM, again.” Theo continued to hiss quietly at Blaise.
“Shut up. Are you going to let her do that Draco? Are you going to let her reject you?”
“It’s not like I have that choice.” I growled angrily.
“I think you do.”
“Well I don’t. She controls everything. She controls whether or not I live or die. She owns me.” A feral snarl sounded throughout the room and I shuddered as I huddled under my blankets.
“Do you want her to reject you?” If I had my fangs I would have bit the moron but I didn’t so I settled for growling.
“No.” I snapped angrily.
“Do you want Granger as your mate?” He asked as I let out an angry whimper.
“My Veela wants Granger.” I spoke sounding strangled.
“That’s not what I asked Draco.” Blaise teased and I growled in response.
“Weasel wants her.” A snarl tore out of me before I could even control it.
“Blaise…” Theo warned.
“Quiet. In fact I heard he’s going to ask Granger out tomorrow. Overheard him talking to Potter about what the two of them got up to during the holidays. Things got a bit steamy if you know what I mean.” He whispered the last part but I heard him loud and clear. My snarling got louder and angrier as my fangs lengthened. I wanted to rip into the ginger haired weasel for even thinking about touching what was mine.
“That make you mad? Does him touching her make you mad?”
“Blaise I think you should stop now.” Theo warned as a black haze settled over me.
“Come on Draco, tell me do you want Granger?”
“YES!” I snarled, into the blankets. My fangs itched to tear something apart and make Granger mine.
“Well then I think you need to do something to show her why she shouldn’t reject you.” My growling stopped and my anger faded as I thought over his words.
Peeking out of the blankets looking at a pale Theo and a smug looking Blaise I glared.
“How?” I demanded.
Hermione’s POV
“Oh god he’s mad! I’ve made him mad.” I worried as I paced the room.
“I’m not surprised with the amount of pacing you’re doing.” Ginny watched me as I paced in front of the door.
“He’s furious. I’M furious. Why am I furious?” I demanded.
“Linked.” Ginny supplied, lips twitching as she watched me.
“Gah! I should go see him. No, no I should stay away. I…I…”
“Hermione?”
“What?” I snapped.
“Go to bed and stop thinking before you rile him up even more over nothing. Sleep on it.”
“Right. Yes. Sleep. I’ll… I’ll do that.” I nodded determinedly.
“Yeah… you better take this otherwise you’ll still be awake at six o’clock tomorrow morning.” She spoke knowingly, handing me the sleeping draught Madam Pomfrey had given to me before I left the hospital wing.
“I’ve made him really mad.” I stared at her wide eyed, as she bit her bottom lip and let out a giggle.
“Bed Hermione, come on.”
“Wow.” I frowned at the red head.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” I asked irritably as I ran my hands through my hair, tugging hard as I turned to glare at the young witch.
“Well Merlin Hermione what do you expect me to say to this?”
“Anything but wow.” I bit out angrily.
“Look calm down for a minute okay? You’re angry, confused, upset and every other emotion you can possibly think of. I get it.”
“Do you? Do you really because this is happening to me not you!” I rant, my voice getting louder with each syllable.
“Hermione, breathe.” Ginny demanded making me gulp down a lungful of air.
“Sorry.” I mutter as when I finally calm enough to talk.
“It’s okay.” She eyed me carefully. I could see her mind ticking over as she debated on her next words.
“Just say it.” I sighed.
“Truth?” She asked as she looked me square in the eye.
“Truth.” I confirmed.
“Look technically Snape’s right, there is nothing you can really do. You’re his mate for life, just as he is yours… but you have every right to be angry or upset. I’m sure even Malfoy spent some time in denial. Somehow I don’t think you’d be his first pick.” I nodded sadly, knowing what she was saying made perfect sense.
“I don’t like Malfoy, and I owe him nothing but I have to say he’s been fair- Hear me out.” She ordered as I opened my mouth to object. I snapped it shut and went back to glaring.
“Look he’s given you time, granted it’s not a lot of time to think things over but he’s given you some none the less. Hermione he didn’t have to give you anything. He could have made you choose right then and there in front of a room full of people. Or even worse he could have gone old school Veela-”
“Old school Veela?” I interrupted confused.
“Seduced you and made the choice for you. He could have marked you and you him while he had you under a dream like trance therefore taking away your choice.”
“How do you know this?” I asked impressed.
“Fleur of course. I was curious one day and she told me all about Veela. They are truly fascinating creatures.” Ginny shrugged.
“Yes, they are. Although I found them more fascinating when I wasn’t stuck in the middle of being one’s mate.” I huffed as I collapsed in the nearest armchair. Her mouth twitched as she fought back a smile.
“Look in the long run it’s not gunna be easy but the way I see it you have two choices- you can either accept him or reject him.” The word reject made me feel uneasy. Ginny smiled knowingly reaching over as she patted my hand.
“Hermione we both know what your choice is. It’s okay to be angry and upset and think it’s not fair because it’s not fair. But we both know the person you are, you wouldn’t live with yourself if you killed him by rejecting him.”
“I hate how wise you are sometimes, and right.” I grumbled.
“I learnt from the best.” She grinned teasing me as I let out a weary sigh.
Draco’s POV
“She hates me.” I muttered as I stared at the ceiling above my ‘safe spot’ as it had been dubbed by Snape. Technically it was the lounge and I had covered it in blankets and buried myself under it.
“She doesn’t hate you she’s just…” Theo trailed off as he searched for the right word.
“Angry, upset, confused-any of those would work.” Blaise supplied.
“I already know she’s all of those things. I can feel it arsehole.” I bit out as I threw a glare his way making him hedge backward further into the chair.
“Calm down Drake. She’s upset enough for the both of you.” Theo spoke up.
“She hates me.” I hissed as I went back to staring at the ceiling. My head throbbing from the whirlwind of mass emotions.
“Draco she doesn’t-“ Theo started.
“Okay Draco let’s say she does hate you.” Blaise interrupted and I whipped my head to glare at him.
“What are you doing? We’re supposed to be calming him!” Theo hissed angrily at Blaise.
“Hear me out. Let’s say she does hate you. She hates you so much that she’s not even going to give you a chance. She’s going to reject you.” I made a distraught whimpering noise at the thought and turned to bury further into my safe haven.
“Are you crazy? You’re going to kill him… or worse get US killed by HIM, again.” Theo continued to hiss quietly at Blaise.
“Shut up. Are you going to let her do that Draco? Are you going to let her reject you?”
“It’s not like I have that choice.” I growled angrily.
“I think you do.”
“Well I don’t. She controls everything. She controls whether or not I live or die. She owns me.” A feral snarl sounded throughout the room and I shuddered as I huddled under my blankets.
“Do you want her to reject you?” If I had my fangs I would have bit the moron but I didn’t so I settled for growling.
“No.” I snapped angrily.
“Do you want Granger as your mate?” He asked as I let out an angry whimper.
“My Veela wants Granger.” I spoke sounding strangled.
“That’s not what I asked Draco.” Blaise teased and I growled in response.
“Weasel wants her.” A snarl tore out of me before I could even control it.
“Blaise…” Theo warned.
“Quiet. In fact I heard he’s going to ask Granger out tomorrow. Overheard him talking to Potter about what the two of them got up to during the holidays. Things got a bit steamy if you know what I mean.” He whispered the last part but I heard him loud and clear. My snarling got louder and angrier as my fangs lengthened. I wanted to rip into the ginger haired weasel for even thinking about touching what was mine.
“That make you mad? Does him touching her make you mad?”
“Blaise I think you should stop now.” Theo warned as a black haze settled over me.
“Come on Draco, tell me do you want Granger?”
“YES!” I snarled, into the blankets. My fangs itched to tear something apart and make Granger mine.
“Well then I think you need to do something to show her why she shouldn’t reject you.” My growling stopped and my anger faded as I thought over his words.
Peeking out of the blankets looking at a pale Theo and a smug looking Blaise I glared.
“How?” I demanded.
Hermione’s POV
“Oh god he’s mad! I’ve made him mad.” I worried as I paced the room.
“I’m not surprised with the amount of pacing you’re doing.” Ginny watched me as I paced in front of the door.
“He’s furious. I’M furious. Why am I furious?” I demanded.
“Linked.” Ginny supplied, lips twitching as she watched me.
“Gah! I should go see him. No, no I should stay away. I…I…”
“Hermione?”
“What?” I snapped.
“Go to bed and stop thinking before you rile him up even more over nothing. Sleep on it.”
“Right. Yes. Sleep. I’ll… I’ll do that.” I nodded determinedly.
“Yeah… you better take this otherwise you’ll still be awake at six o’clock tomorrow morning.” She spoke knowingly, handing me the sleeping draught Madam Pomfrey had given to me before I left the hospital wing.
“I’ve made him really mad.” I stared at her wide eyed, as she bit her bottom lip and let out a giggle.
“Bed Hermione, come on.”