Dramione - What Can 2 Veelas Do To Hogwarts ???

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Hermione's POV

I was scared, I was worried, it was like my nightmare was coming to life yet, Malfoy know didn't know, he couldn't have known. Could he ? What if he was watching my dreams?
My dreams are my safe haven, feeling rather intruded a silent note to myself was taken.

[x]Research dreams and meanings

Maybe if I could figure out why I had recurring nightmares of the manor I could try to find a way to deal with them naturally rather than ingesting chemicals and potions to try and combat the crippling nightmares that plagued my sleep night after night.
I'm certain Madame Pomfrey was long tired of seeing me, I'm sure I exhausted her just as much as I exhausted her resources.
Sometimes I feel it could be easier to down a vial of living death, it'd be a solution for in the meantime.

Harry's POV
Upon seeing Hermione I decided to smile, "Hey Hermione" I said my voice floating across the Gryffindor common room. It was eerily quiet given how rowdy this room can be at times, especially after a successful quidditch match. Placing down my quill alongside my parchment, Snape had required a ten foot long essay on dreamless sleep potions, quite ironic really.
"What's up Hermione ? You look beaten down" I asked her masking the knowledge in my voice with concern. I hated lying but it had to be done.

"It's nothing Harry I'm fine " she said. I knew she was lying, after all I concocted this plan. Everything that was going on was because of me. Me and my obsession with Draco Malfoy's secret. I had to uncover it. I didn't care who got caught in the crossfire. It was selfish, I know. It still is, but the public had to know Malfoy was one of them. He worked for him. He was a deatheater. The world had to know. 

He has a cell waiting for him, a sentence to serve. 

I admit I felt betrayed that Hermione had lied to me. She's my best friend. We are supposed to share our feelings and not keep secrets. The hypocrisy was high in this room. But I have a valid excuse to lie. Therefore it doesn't matter that I've lied to my friends countless times without feeling guilt. 

I told myself that I couldn't tell Hermione because I knew she'd act differently around Malfoy, but deep down I knew I had dug myself a hole so deep I could not see the surface anymore. I was doing the right thing, but I was doing it in all the wrong ways. If I admitted to Mione she'd never understand, not immediately anyway.

She'd hate me for a while until she came around to see my perspective. She couldn't not have realised what it was, what Malfoy was.

I just hope my plan doesn't get her hurt, after all it involves her in countless ways.

Hermione's POV

I may not have felt very safe in the library for obvious reasons such as my near death experience, I preferred it to spending time in the Great Hall, awkward lunches just aren't my thing. Harry doesn't talk to us much anymore, he distances himself from us. Ron blames himself, he thinks he's not good enough to be the "Chosen one's" friend anymore. He sits in silence at lunch, even his plate size has drastically decreased. Even Ginny is receiving the silent treatment from Harry, she tries to speak to her boyfriend but, he's just not the same anymore. He slams his fork down on the table and leaves whenever we begin to pester him too much.

He didn't even flinch when Ginny voiced her concerns about their failing relationship. He just sat there in remote silence staring at Malfoy with anger in his eyes.

It's almost like he's broken, like a switch isn't right anymore. Like the boring demo function on a baby toy. It only responds when prompted.

Third Person

When Hermione went to her first lesson of the day she sat on the front row next to Ginny. Hermione stared into thin air as Ginny cradled her head in her hands, as a futile attempt to cover the tears dripping down her face. It didn't really work, she had attracted the attention of multiple students, even the Slytherins were slightly concerned. She was crying over Harry, she was going to finally call quits with him. It wasn't working quite like it used to.

Ron had found a seat next to Seamus and the pair were giggling to themselves at Seamus' famous water to rum spell. It had gone slightly wrong leaving the boys with a jelly substance instead of rum. At least it didn't blow up. Ron seemed to be coping with the loss of a close friend, but no one really knows how someone truly feels.

Harry sat by himself his feet on the table in front, much to his professors displeasure, this boy had really taken a turn for the worse. His head was resting on his shoulder as he slept throughout the lesson. Harry had let his guard down in a room with a curious Malfoy and Co.

After successfully making a small batch of Veritaserum, Malfoy carefully summoned the bags of Ginny and Hermione, searching through the bags he found exactly what he needed. He inserted some of the potion into pieces of food he had found within their bags, returning them he proceeded to do the same with Harry and Ron's snacks.

It didn't take long for a pandemonium to break out. Upon reaching the Great Hall the Golden Trio and Ginny had all eaten their snacks, ingesting the potion. Seeing his cue the Slytherin Prince sauntered his way over to the Gryffindor table. Pushing Longbottom off the seat he sat down across from the Gryffindors.

"What exactly are you up to Potter ? Your thoughts are awfully suspicious" he drawled. As Harry realised he was under the influence of Veritaserum he began to panic, his cool demeanour quickly faded. He was in trouble and he knew it. Yet he still tried to keep the conversation within his power by replying arrogantly.

" I know what you are Malfoy, you're filthy and just like your father" He voiced clearly. Harry was treading along a very thin line, but he didn't care. He had everything he needed. His plan was no longer a secret. "You're a deatheater aren't you ferret" Harry smirked. He had the upper hand just as planned. Now for the final move. " A deatheater yet you're impure, blood tainted by a veela's blood. How ironic ? " He gloated.

Wheels and cogs began to rapidly turn in Hermione's head anybody could see that girl was due to drop any minute now.

Hermione's POV

Malfoy is a veela ? My memory flicked back to a time when I was studying veelas for care of mythical creatures with Hagrid. Veelas have the ability to control dreams of those around them if they are within close proximity. Could this be why I dream of the manor ? Is Malfoy using his veela side to get the last laugh ?

Why me though, surely Malfoy would use his abilities to seduce or scare his mate into being with him. After all he can't live without his mate. Unless...