I Hate That I Love You (Dramione Veela Fanfiction)

At The Express

It is our choices, which show who we truly are, Far more than our abilities- Albus Dumbledore

Draco POV

As I walked down the compartments of the Hogwarts express, I thought about what happened yesterday with Mother.

*FLASHBACK*

''Your a Veela Draco.

I'm a.....what?

A Veela. A magical creature which-

I know what a Veela is! I'm just fucking surprised and pissed that you would keep such a thing from me!

I know Draco but- 

So what now? huh? I'm going to get a stupid buzzing in my head until I find my....my  mate don't I?

Yes and-

How the hell could you keep such a secret from me?!

Language Draco.

LANGUAGE? LANGUAGE???! LANGUAGE CAN SHOVE ITS HEAD UP ITS ARSE!

Draco please listen to me-

Why? Huh? Why? WHY SHOULD I LISTEN TO YOU? What other secrets have you kept from me Mother? huh? huh? 

Draco if you could just-

Who?

Wh-what?

Who gave me my genes?

Narcissa hung her head, Me she muttered

Draco scoffed. Of course you did.

Is there anything else I should know?

Yes Draco, You should know that your friend, Blaise Zabini has it too-

So was it kept a secret from him too?

No but- LISTEN TO ME! He found out! No one told him!

Brilliant. Just brilliant.

Draco please. You have to listen. You have to understand. I cannot let you go through the transformation without you knowing.

Transformation? So I'm going to look like a feathered harpy the rest of my life? This just gets better and better.

No, but if you could just listen to me-

Mother. With all due respect, YOU HID AN EXTREMELY HUGE THING FROM ME, AND NOW YOU EXPECT US TO SIT DOWN AND HAVE A CONVERSATION? YOU SHOULD BE GLAD I HAVEN'T BROKEN A COUPLE OF THINGS RIGHT NOW!

LISTEN TO ME! Good. Now- No! wait, listen to me, then you can ask me all the questions you want. Good. Now Draco, you are a half blood Veela. Like all other Veelas, your Veela side would have recognized a mate, which may be a pureblood, half blood or a muggle born. It however will not be a muggle. Now you will under go a transformation on your birthday, which will awaken your Veela blood. Your mate will go through a similar thing on the same day. No you will not wake up looking like a harpy. You will wake up looking like a better version of yourself. As will your mate. Now there are two things will have to do to remain alive. Marking and Mating. If your mate refuses you, then your Veela side will slowly die of heartbreak, taking you along with it. Therefore you better hope for a kind hearted person. Now to identify your mate, Whenever you are near him or her, You will find your head buzzing, and numb. You will also find yourself overwhelmed by your favorite smell. In your case, Mint chocolate chip. I know it is a lot to process, but it cannot be helped. I think you should go to bed now. The transformation will be starting any time.

Draco got up, and turned, not looking at his mother, and stomped up the stairs. As soon as he reached his bedroom, he felt an unbearable pain course through his body, he yelped out in pain. Below, Narcissa flinched, How she wished she could help her son, but it was impossible. 

Draco felt another bout of pain, and he collapsed on the bed, It felt like his muscles were stretching, and twisting around, while venom coursed through his body. The last thing he remembered was his mother coming in, and forcing a sleeping draught down his throat, only to wake up in the morning. He went to look in the mirror and smirked. His muscles had grown more firm, and his jaw more angular, his eyes had turned a light, stormy silver and his blonde hair, a soft, attractive platinum white. Whoever his ''mate'' was, was very lucky.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

Suddenly I hear a melodic feminine voice coming through a compartment door. I walk closer to listen. ''It was so weird! One minute, I was making coffee, and the next, this weird tingle went down my spine, then I felt like someone was tearing at my insides! Then I fell unconcious. Then I randomly wake up this morning looking like this. Then he heard a giggle. ''Well whatever it was, You definitely look gooood'' He recognized that voice- It was the weaselette. But then that must mean-

BANG! 

Out emerged a disheveled Hermione Granger. But a much sexier looking one. Her usual chocolate brown eyes, had turned hazel, with flecks of Darker brown in them. Her body had acquired a hourglass figure, and she had filled out nicely. Her previous Rat's nest of a mane had tamed considerably and now was cascading down her back in waves, they were a beautiful honey brown colour, Her pink, plump lips looked oh so kissable, and her skin had acquired a tan, like she had spent time on a beach. Her jet black hoodie and slim light blue jeans clung to her body, outlining her figure. She peered up to meet his eyes, and he was suddenly overwhelmed by the smell of mint and chocolate chips, his head filled with a buzzing. He had a weird urge to kiss her, and that was exactly what he did.