Scars: A Dramione Veela Story

Chapter 23

Draco's pov.

"I found out I was a veela the day we boarded the train. I walked on and followed a smell but it vanished. I went to the heads compartment and when you walked in I knew it was you." I say. We had walked up to the common room and sat down on one of the couches. Her first question had been when had I found out she was my mate. Hermione leans back seemingly satisfied with my answer. I clutch my hands together pressing my forehead against them and staring at the floor. She slides closer to me and I flinch.

"What's wrong." She says in a gentle voice. Merlin that voice. Her, she is everything, so perfectly beautiful. I am so broken how could she like me? I couldn't let her love me. My veela side and my mind are in a fierce battle. My veela wants to love her, my brain doesn't want her to taint her by being near me.

"I...uh...It's alright. I'm sorry." I say looking up at her as she puts a hand on my shoulder. She is perfect. Untouched. Unbroken. I know she has been through the war but she still seems to innocent. I don't want the hurt her ever.

"You know I can tell what you feel right? You're not fine so tell me." She says.

"I care for you and I don't want to hurt you. I won't hurt you ever." I say taking her hands in mine.

"Will you go out with me?" I ask looking into her amazing brown eyes. My veela had won my internal battle.

"Yes, of course." She says hugging me tightly. It's perfect with her in my arms, warm, safe. She completes me. I pull away and Hermione looks disheartened but then I lean in and kiss her. This is it, perfection.

The next day~~~

I wake to the smell of bacon. That delicious smell. Only second in the world to Hermione. I clamber out of bed and throw on a shirt. I see her bustling around our tiny kitchen cooking up a storm. I grab a cup of tea and sit down at one of the bar stools.

"What's the occasion?" I ask playfully.

"Oh, just our one day anniversary." She giggles tossing the bacon and eggs on two plates. I snicker to myself as she sits down.

"Do we have to tell people right away?" She asks tentatively handing me a plat and sitting down beside me.

"What do you mean?" I ask grabbing my knife and fork.

"Well, I know Harry and Ron won't like that I'm dating you. And my parents are another matter." I look down at my plat. Her emotions gave her away, she was ashamed of me.

"You know I can read you right?" I say looking at her.

"Ya well you...have a...well colourful past and my friends and family won't warm up to you quickly." She mumbles but I catch every word.

"If you want to wait to tell people that's fine. As long as you're happy." I say taking my first bite of food. It is amazing.

"Thanks." She says smiling starting to eat as well.

After we finish eating I ask what she's doing the rest of the day.

"Homework, up in. The Gryffindor common room with Harry and Ron." She says grabbing her bag.

"Don't let them touch you, it will hurt me," I say in a hot temper when she mentioned the Weasel.

"I know that you'll get angry it's not your fault and yes I will tell them not to touch me." She had told me she had forgiven them but I was nowhere near close to forgiveness. She kisses me on the cheek and exits the portrait hole.