A Veelas heart • Dramione

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"Holy Merlin," she let out breathlessly, her mind and body in a state of absolute pleasure. She dug her nails harder into his back, and he brought his kisses down her neck. He pushed her harder into the wall, and she let out a soft moan. 

Their tongues danced together, the kisses were absolute perfection. He dug his hands into her bushy mane, as the kiss intensified, he let out his own moan. "Fuck me, Hermione. You're perfect." His voice was muffled by the heavy gasps that escaped his perfect lips. 

"Draco, you're so gorgeous," Hermione spoke with complete adoration in her voice. This felt so right, nothing would ever stop it. This just felt perfect. Draco's touch was the best thing she'd ever experienced and she cherished every second. He just felt so right, so amazing, their bodies pushed together just felt right. 

"Hermione!" She heard someone call, but she just ignored it. Merlin damn anyone that would dare disturb this. "Hermione wake up!" There the stupid voice was again. 

"No." she replied sleepily, determination laced into her voice. 

"Hermione!" The voice called even louder, and Hermione could no longer ignore it. Her brown eyes fluttered open, a yawn escaped her lips before she could stop it. Hermione turned her head to see Ginny Weasley, the owner of the voice that had been trying to wake her. 

"What time is it?" Hermione questioned, still not fully awake, and confused as to why Ginny bloody Weasley was up before her. 

"Almost Twelve o'clock, but more importantly, time to get up. Hermione Granger having a lie in, now I've seen it all!" Ginny replied whilst giggling. Soon after, Hermione started to giggle aswell. It wasn't like her to sleep in, but apparently she needed it. 

Hermione only had one question, since bloody when did she start having dreams about snogging sodding Draco Malfoy? And, since bloody when did she start enjoying such dreams?

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"Draco, would you tell us who your mate is already?" Lucius Malfoy called after his son, who for the fourth time this week, stormed out of breakfast in a huff. Draco had been in a mood for the past five days, ever since he'd bumped into Hermione and her bloody pet weasel. 

Draco had resented the fact that now his entire existence was at the mercy of Hermione fucking Granger. The mudblood he'd bullied throughout his entire school career. Hermione Granger, who had punched him in the face in his third year. Hermione Granger who hated his fucking guts, and if she had any sense would leave him to die of heartbreak. 

"No!" Screamed Draco, before pushing open the oak doors which took him to the library. He grabbed one of his many Veela books and sat in the corner armchair, his personal favorite. He turned to the chapter on rejection, and read it for the fourteenth time. 

When a Veela's mate refuses to be with them, the said Veela will have a fast deterioration in health. No Healer would be able solve the medical issues of the Veela, and many would attack the Healers for attempting to touch them. 

Some Veela's when rejected, become clinically insane, and try to kidnap their mates and in extreme cases, kill other people that are around the mate. Some Veela's decide that the rejection is too much, and kill themselves early on. Eventually, all rejected Veela's die. The loss of their mate causes them to die, and in 46% of cases the mate also dies 1-3 days after the Veela. 

"Draco!" 

He heard his Mother call, and she pushed open the library doors to find him curled up reading up on Veela's. "Draco," she started warmly, "You need to tell us who she is. We can't help you if we don't know. We aren't going to judge you if she's ugly, please, just tell us." 

"She's not ugly, Mother." He drawled, as if it was the most obvious thing on Earth. "She's gorgeous, absolute perfection. The pure epitome of beauty, no-one comes close to her. Her intelligence rivals that of Dumbledore, or even Merlin himself. The way she glides through life, her perfection so clear yet so unnoticed. So, no Mother, she's not ugly." Draco spoke wistfully, his tone that of complete and pure affection, something foreign on the young Malfoys tongue. 

"Who is she Draco?" His Mother pressured, taking a seat in the armchair next ton Draco's. 

"She's Hermione Granger, the muggleborn brightest witch of her age." Draco replied, looking down at his hands and fidgeting. A habit of nervousness he had had since he was a young boy. 

"Oh." Was Narcissa Malfoy's only response, She had of course heard the stories Draco would come home telling of the witch, and it was very clear; they hated eachother. Atleast, they used too. 

"And all I've done my entire life is bully her, make her feel inferior and tormented her. She has every right to hate me. And now she's going out with bloody Ron Weasley! This is the Universes sick way of punishing me for my bigotry. I deserve it, Mother." Was Draco's sullen answer, he had come to accept the painful death he was going to experience with open arms. 

"Draco Malfoy! Don't talk like that! All you need to do is come up with a clever way to get her to fall in love with you," Narcissa Malfoy stood up and walked towards the door, "And you are a clever boy." She left the library, and left Draco to his thoughts. 

What could he do to get her to fall in love with him? As far as he knew, Hermione was in a very happy relationship and hated his guts. There was one thing he thought he might succeed at, seduction. His new Veela looks were meant to charm women, and why not focus all of that towards Hermione? He was meant to be practically irresistible, and Merlin damn him if he didn't use that to win her heart. 

Draco Malfoy would succeed. He would have her, he would love her, she would love him and Weasley could go fuck himself.