Draco’s POV
“Mother.’ I greeted quietly as I entered professor Snape’s office.
“Darling, are you okay? You’re looking pale.” She fussed as she rushed to my side.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine Draco.” She insisted as she cupped my cheek and looked me over. I smiled softly and planted a kiss on her cheek.
“I’m just tired mum.”
“Severus owled us the good news about your mate. Who is she? Someone we know?” My father asked from his seat by the fire, in his hand a glass of amber liquid.
“Yes, you know her.” I answered quietly as I refused to meet his gaze.
“Draco don’t keep us in suspense, who is she?” My mother asked as she touched my arm gently, gaining my attention.
“Before Draco tells of his mate I must remind both of you that Draco has no control over who his Veela chooses.”
“I understand Severus.” My mother spoke softly as she gave me a reassuring smile.
“Lucius?” Snape hedged while I watched my father roll his eyes.
“I too understand. Judging by your warning I think it is safe to assume you think I won’t agree with Draco’s mate. Am I correct?” He asked looking at me expectantly.
“Yes.” I answered.
“We shall see. Who is she Draco?” He asked before taking a sip of his drink.
“Hermione Granger.” I spoke loud enough for the entire room to hear.
I watched with mild amusement as my father spluttered and choked on his drink, my announcement taking him off guard.
“Lucius really. I’m not at all surprised. She’s been a match to you since day one. Always was on par with you in marks.” My mother spoke, her hand giving my own a squeeze as she sent me a small smile.
“Indeed.” Snape agreed.
“The mud-“ I let out a low feral growl at the word.
“LUCIUS! Mind your language. She is to be a Malfoy, you will never speak that word again.” My mother warned as she glared severely at him from my side.
“Forgive me Draco, it is just a shock.” My father still somewhat tensely spoke after a long pause and I huffed in response. At least he was trying.
“How did Miss Granger take the news?” My mother asked.
“Not well, as one can imagine.”
“She’ll come around.”
“And if she doesn’t?”
“She will.” Lucius spoke up and I frowned at his tone.
“You can’t force her. I won’t let you.” I warned my father as he stood and made his way to my side.
“And I won’t let you die. You’re my son and my only heir.”
“I won’t force her and neither will you I won’t allow it.”
“Draco is right Lucius, his Veela will know if she is not being honest about accepting him. He will die if she fakes it. She must do this on her own.” My mother spoke softly, looking up at me with a sad expression.
“There has to be something we can do.” My father muttered.
“Draco has agreed to give her time and space to sort through her feelings and ultimately make her decision.”
“He doesn’t have time.” My father snarled.
“I won’t die straight away.” I said with a roll of my eyes.
“No but you will weaken, slowly over time get sick until you fade away. You have to set a time limit.”
“No-“
“Your father is right Draco, you can’t wait months, maybe not even weeks. Give her three days and then contact her.” Professor Snape spoke with a ton that said there was no room for arguments.
“Fine.” I muttered.
“How do you feel about her as your mate Draco?” My mother asked and I shrugged at the question.
“Well you must feel something.” My father prodded.
“Relief, happiness, longing, angry, confused, hurt- Merlin I could go on forever.” I stressed as I ran a hand through my hair.
“Poor girl, she must have so many questions.” My mother frowned in thought.
“You realise what this means don’t you?” My father asked me and I looked at him in question.
“She will be in even more danger if the Dark Lord finds out about your heritage and our new alliance Draco. If he finds out she is your mate, he’ll use her to get to not only Potter but to you as well.” Father spoke gravely and
“He won’t find out.” I swore.
“We will do our best.” My mother promised.
Hermione’s POV
“How are you feeling this morning?” Ginny asked me as we slowly made our way to the great hall for breakfast. It was Saturday and we had nowhere to be in a hurry.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged.
“Are you going to tell Ron and Harry?”
“Merlin are you crazy? No. At least not yet, not until I speak with Draco.” I muttered as I shivered at Ron’s impeding reaction.
“He’s Draco now is he?” Ginny teased.
“I figured I should start by calling him his actual name.”
“Well he is your future husband and all.” She laughed but I stopped cold.
“W..what?” I stuttered as I stared at her wide eyed.
“Mione, you’re in it for life. Surely you would have thought about it.”
“It never even crossed my mind. Being with him is one thing but no one said anything about marriage. Marriage means… more and more would mean… hell he’ll want kids.” I freaked out.
“Breathe Mione. One step at a time okay? Let’s have breakfast and then we can talk about when you’re going to contact Draco.” She spoke gently, hooking her arm in mine as she dragged me off to the great hall.
“Morning.” Harry spoke with a smile as we sat down at the table.
“Morning Harry, Ron.” Ginny frowned at her brother as he stuffed his face.
“Mmph.” Ron greeted, spraying food over the table as he went.
“Charming.” I frowned as I brushed a piece of egg off my sleeve.
“Sorry.” Ron grinned sheepishly after he swallowed.
“Why is Malfoy looking at us?” Harry asked quietly, as he subtly looked towards the Slytherin table.
“He probably just glanced in this direction when you looked over.” Ginny shrugged as she started to eat. I tried my best to look casual but I was anything but. I could feel his eyes burning into my back. Panic had consumed me and I silently prayed for Malfoy to look away and not cause a scene.
“No he’s been staring since you two sat down.” Harry stated while I resisted the urge to turn around and look.
“Ignore him then and eat so we can get to class on time for once.” I quickly spoke before Ginny helped turn the attention away by starting a conversation about quidditch.
food over the table as he went.
dor table.o the great hall.
Draco’s POV
“If you stare at the poor girl any harder she’ll burst into flames.” Pansy spoke up with a smirk as I shot her a murderous glare.
“She’s panicking.”
“I’d say that is entirely understandable.” She spoke as she too turned to look towards the Gryffindor table.
“I don’t like feeling like this. I feel so…. out of control.” I groaned as I ran my hands tiredly over my face.
“Then talk to her.” Pansy urged
“I promised her time.”
“I never said talk to her in person.” Pansy smirked at me as I frowned.
“Like I told you last night. Send her a letter, become pen pals for the next three days. Gain her trust.” Blaise spoke as he sat down, tuning immediately into the conversation.
“And if she won’t reply?” I asked quietly as I stared over Hermione once more.
“Oh she’ll reply, you don’t have to worry about that.” Blaise chuckled as he too watched Hermione turn slightly in her seat to glance over at me. Our eyes locked and we both shivered before she quickly glanced away. I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing. My need for her was overwhelming.
“Mother.’ I greeted quietly as I entered professor Snape’s office.
“Darling, are you okay? You’re looking pale.” She fussed as she rushed to my side.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine Draco.” She insisted as she cupped my cheek and looked me over. I smiled softly and planted a kiss on her cheek.
“I’m just tired mum.”
“Severus owled us the good news about your mate. Who is she? Someone we know?” My father asked from his seat by the fire, in his hand a glass of amber liquid.
“Yes, you know her.” I answered quietly as I refused to meet his gaze.
“Draco don’t keep us in suspense, who is she?” My mother asked as she touched my arm gently, gaining my attention.
“Before Draco tells of his mate I must remind both of you that Draco has no control over who his Veela chooses.”
“I understand Severus.” My mother spoke softly as she gave me a reassuring smile.
“Lucius?” Snape hedged while I watched my father roll his eyes.
“I too understand. Judging by your warning I think it is safe to assume you think I won’t agree with Draco’s mate. Am I correct?” He asked looking at me expectantly.
“Yes.” I answered.
“We shall see. Who is she Draco?” He asked before taking a sip of his drink.
“Hermione Granger.” I spoke loud enough for the entire room to hear.
I watched with mild amusement as my father spluttered and choked on his drink, my announcement taking him off guard.
“Lucius really. I’m not at all surprised. She’s been a match to you since day one. Always was on par with you in marks.” My mother spoke, her hand giving my own a squeeze as she sent me a small smile.
“Indeed.” Snape agreed.
“The mud-“ I let out a low feral growl at the word.
“LUCIUS! Mind your language. She is to be a Malfoy, you will never speak that word again.” My mother warned as she glared severely at him from my side.
“Forgive me Draco, it is just a shock.” My father still somewhat tensely spoke after a long pause and I huffed in response. At least he was trying.
“How did Miss Granger take the news?” My mother asked.
“Not well, as one can imagine.”
“She’ll come around.”
“And if she doesn’t?”
“She will.” Lucius spoke up and I frowned at his tone.
“You can’t force her. I won’t let you.” I warned my father as he stood and made his way to my side.
“And I won’t let you die. You’re my son and my only heir.”
“I won’t force her and neither will you I won’t allow it.”
“Draco is right Lucius, his Veela will know if she is not being honest about accepting him. He will die if she fakes it. She must do this on her own.” My mother spoke softly, looking up at me with a sad expression.
“There has to be something we can do.” My father muttered.
“Draco has agreed to give her time and space to sort through her feelings and ultimately make her decision.”
“He doesn’t have time.” My father snarled.
“I won’t die straight away.” I said with a roll of my eyes.
“No but you will weaken, slowly over time get sick until you fade away. You have to set a time limit.”
“No-“
“Your father is right Draco, you can’t wait months, maybe not even weeks. Give her three days and then contact her.” Professor Snape spoke with a ton that said there was no room for arguments.
“Fine.” I muttered.
“How do you feel about her as your mate Draco?” My mother asked and I shrugged at the question.
“Well you must feel something.” My father prodded.
“Relief, happiness, longing, angry, confused, hurt- Merlin I could go on forever.” I stressed as I ran a hand through my hair.
“Poor girl, she must have so many questions.” My mother frowned in thought.
“You realise what this means don’t you?” My father asked me and I looked at him in question.
“She will be in even more danger if the Dark Lord finds out about your heritage and our new alliance Draco. If he finds out she is your mate, he’ll use her to get to not only Potter but to you as well.” Father spoke gravely and
“He won’t find out.” I swore.
“We will do our best.” My mother promised.
Hermione’s POV
“How are you feeling this morning?” Ginny asked me as we slowly made our way to the great hall for breakfast. It was Saturday and we had nowhere to be in a hurry.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged.
“Are you going to tell Ron and Harry?”
“Merlin are you crazy? No. At least not yet, not until I speak with Draco.” I muttered as I shivered at Ron’s impeding reaction.
“He’s Draco now is he?” Ginny teased.
“I figured I should start by calling him his actual name.”
“Well he is your future husband and all.” She laughed but I stopped cold.
“W..what?” I stuttered as I stared at her wide eyed.
“Mione, you’re in it for life. Surely you would have thought about it.”
“It never even crossed my mind. Being with him is one thing but no one said anything about marriage. Marriage means… more and more would mean… hell he’ll want kids.” I freaked out.
“Breathe Mione. One step at a time okay? Let’s have breakfast and then we can talk about when you’re going to contact Draco.” She spoke gently, hooking her arm in mine as she dragged me off to the great hall.
“Morning.” Harry spoke with a smile as we sat down at the table.
“Morning Harry, Ron.” Ginny frowned at her brother as he stuffed his face.
“Mmph.” Ron greeted, spraying food over the table as he went.
“Charming.” I frowned as I brushed a piece of egg off my sleeve.
“Sorry.” Ron grinned sheepishly after he swallowed.
“Why is Malfoy looking at us?” Harry asked quietly, as he subtly looked towards the Slytherin table.
“He probably just glanced in this direction when you looked over.” Ginny shrugged as she started to eat. I tried my best to look casual but I was anything but. I could feel his eyes burning into my back. Panic had consumed me and I silently prayed for Malfoy to look away and not cause a scene.
“No he’s been staring since you two sat down.” Harry stated while I resisted the urge to turn around and look.
“Ignore him then and eat so we can get to class on time for once.” I quickly spoke before Ginny helped turn the attention away by starting a conversation about quidditch.
food over the table as he went.
dor table.o the great hall.
Draco’s POV
“If you stare at the poor girl any harder she’ll burst into flames.” Pansy spoke up with a smirk as I shot her a murderous glare.
“She’s panicking.”
“I’d say that is entirely understandable.” She spoke as she too turned to look towards the Gryffindor table.
“I don’t like feeling like this. I feel so…. out of control.” I groaned as I ran my hands tiredly over my face.
“Then talk to her.” Pansy urged
“I promised her time.”
“I never said talk to her in person.” Pansy smirked at me as I frowned.
“Like I told you last night. Send her a letter, become pen pals for the next three days. Gain her trust.” Blaise spoke as he sat down, tuning immediately into the conversation.
“And if she won’t reply?” I asked quietly as I stared over Hermione once more.
“Oh she’ll reply, you don’t have to worry about that.” Blaise chuckled as he too watched Hermione turn slightly in her seat to glance over at me. Our eyes locked and we both shivered before she quickly glanced away. I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing. My need for her was overwhelming.