Malfoy's POV
I felt my cheeks burning.
How dare she! And first of all since when is, the girl I loved and tormented all these years, a parselmouth? And since when she can do wandless magic? And her smell is a combination of roses, parchment and spearmint toothpaste and-. Hold on! What am I talking about? How can I smell her when the only girl that I can smell is my mate? Ugh! All this Veela thing is new to me. But what if Granger IS actually my mate?
When she left I stood up and left the Great Hall heading to the library. I had to find out more about Veelas.Hermione's POV
I walked at the portrait really stressed. I had just knocked out another student. And I had a snake as a bracelet. I am a parselmouth. I can do wandless magic. Is there anything else I should know about myself?
"Is there anything I should know about myself?" I asked the portraits. Professor Snape turned to me and sighted.
"Yes miss Granger. Or should I say Riddle? Your mother left me a box with everything you need to know. You can go and take it now. She said to give it to you when you have grown up, but considering that you fought a war and with your help your father was defeated, I think you may take it. Do you remember the empty portrait beside the Gryffindor common room?"
He looked at me and I nodded. Then he continued
"whisper to it "always" and Lilly and James Potter will appear. Then you have to say "Marauders" and they will open to you. In there you will find the box. Just watch out when you enter and when you leave, because no one must know about the Potters or the room behind the portrait. Promise me that you will be careful." He said.
"Don't worry professor I promise I'll be careful. Thank you very much!" I turned and ran to the Gryffindor common room.
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Fighting For Love (ON HIATUS)
FanfictionHermione was having a hard time all these years at school, by being a muggle born. When some secrets are revealed, how is she going to have a calm year at Hogwarts? Veelas, animagi, metamorphmagus and a lot more are coming to destroy her expectation...