Meow //Drarry\\

Chapter Ten- I Gave Up..

Chapter Ten- I Gave Up On Actual Titles

"Malfoy."

Draco stopped and growled under his breath. She'd been trying to approach him all week; her attitude towards him was far softer than he deserved.

"What do you want, Granger?" Draco snapped tiredly. He'd stopped sleeping well after the incident in the hospital wing.

"I need to talk to you in private," the Gryffindor looked at the passers-by cautiously and walked past Draco," so meet me in the library at ten o'clock tonight."

Draco almost scoffed as she spoke, then saw the pleading, scared expression on her face.

"Please," she whispered and disappeared into the crowd.

"Oh for heaven's sake." Draco growled, miffed that he'd given in so easily. Later that day, Pansy and Blaise had spoken to Granger as well and promised to beat him into next Sunday if he didn't go.

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It only took a simple Disillusionment charm to evade Filch before Draco crept into the library. He searched around for a few minutes before he found the girl, her head on the table.

He approached warily and she lifted her head, obvious bags under her eyes. She motioned for him to sit in front of her and he threw care to thw wind. To hell with it, it was too late to object anything now.

"I thought you weren't going to come." She murmured. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Parkinson and Blaise took care of that. What do you want?"

"I need you to... listen. Just listen and think about what I have to say because this is life and death. Can you do that for me?"

Draco studied her eyes and nodded. "May as well."

"Well.... It's about Harry." She started hesitantly. Draco didn't let his expression change, but a twinge in his gut made him flinch internally. "Continue."

"You've seen Harry around for the past week, yes? " Draco nodded. The strange, unhealthy-looking boy was brushing past him every chance he got.

"He's this way because of you."

Draco felt his jaw fall open before he gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes. Hermione balled her fists.

"Yea, keep rolling your eyes and maybe you'll find a brain back there! I need you to hear me out or the saviour of the wizarding world is going to die."

That stunned Draco into attention.

"Good. I'll explain.

You've heard of Veela, I assume? ... Good. Veela are possibly the most emotionally-based creatures to walk this earth and when you're human and Veela, it can be a terrible thing.

Veela have soul mates, partners for life, other halves, whatever, for life. They could spend their entire life unwittingly searching for this person because no relationships will work with another. Their genetics or or DNA decide who they are paired with before they are born and there is no changing it." Hermione rubbed her eyes.

"With this in mind, it's no wonder how they are if their mate rejects them or leaves them. They fall ill, and if their mate does not touch them for over a month, it is most likely that they will die. Rarely they survive this, and if they do, they are more dead than alive. Empty shells- they do not speak, communicate in any way, di anything, until they waste away and die. Draco, this is what's happening to Harry, because- because y-your his mate, and you rejected him after touching his skin."

Draco stared at her, agape, as she began to cry silently. Her shoulders shook lightly and she wiped at her face desperately before Draco grew soft and muttered a charm to clear her tears. She sent him a look of embarrassed gratitude.

"When you were affected by that spell, you never left Harry's side and he yours. He grew so very attached to you, and it almost broke his mind when you returned to normal. If he weren't part Veela, he would not look the way he does right now and he would not die, but because he is, if you don't do something, he will die."

"Why do I not remember any of what happened?" Draco murmured desperately. No matter how much he pretended to hate Potter, despite what his mind told him, he would not let him die. Or himself or the wizarding world.

Hermione's hands shook as she reached behind her and pulled out a silver chain, with a vial of swirling silver liquid and a small key. She held it out and dropped it into his lap.

"In that vial, are all of Harry's memories of you over the past month. Look at them if you wish- they have not be altered, changed in any way, shape or form. They are Harry's pure thoughts. The key Is a reminder of him."

Draco picked up the key an vial, the thin silver chain swaying from his hand. He looked at Hermione and saw her stand up.

"I have to get back to the Gryffindor common room. If you need to speak to me again, say SAYEN MINUMA to the key and I will come to you. It was Harry's, because Harry and I both had one. I've still got mine. Use it at will and please, Draco... Don't just think of your pride when it comes to you to make a decision." With that, Hermione left.

Draco stared at the vial and got up, wobbling slightly. He made his way back to the common room, where Pansy and Blaise were waiting. They both got up and he put a hand up to stop them, his face white. Neither of them uttered a sound as he brushed past them and into his own room, knowing he would not be able to sleep tonight.

Instead, he opted for the memories.

*starts to cry* I KNOW I'M A HORRIBLE PERSON BUT AAAAAGHSBDSKN THIS HURTS ME TOO