(Hermione's PoV)
Black. That's all I could see. Pitch black. I tried to move. Nope. Stuck. Talk? Nope. Hear? Yes, I could hear. And I heard two male voices. One I recognized, it was my brothers'. The other? A complete mystery. It was... wonderful. It sounded like all of the best things in the world rolled into one. It became my lifeline. My savior. My mate.
"Seriously?" Seriously what?
"Yes. Now do it." Yes to what. Do what now?
"Well, here goes nothing." The perfect voice said. Right before I felt lips on mine. My eyes opened and I was against the wall in another. The two boys stepped back and raised their hands, palms facing me. To say I was scared was an understatement.
"Hermione, it's me, Blaise. Your twin." I gave a swift nod and gave a fleeting look towards the door. I wanted to run.
"Hermione? It's me, Draco. Will you please calm down and come here?" Mate, my mate. Only mine. I complied with my mates' wishes and calmed down. I walked over to my bed and sat down. Both boys came over and sat beside me. Draco sat closer to me than my twin. An amazing scent filled my nose. A combination of mint, apple, and ocean breeze. My head shot up.
"Hermione? What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I said, shaking my head, trying to forget that wonderful scent.
"I know you're lying, Hermione." Draco said, "good luck lying to a veela."
"I'm a veela too, Draco. I'll take my chances." I glared at him.
"Do you know who your mate is?" He asked, worry evident in his voice.
"Yes." And I left it at that to tick them off.
"Care to share?" Blaise asked. It worked!
"My mate is..."
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Why Me?
FanficThis is the story of Hermione Granger. Her life has been turned upside down after the War. And it's about to get even worse... Read to find out more! Began writing when I was 12, so some things are not realistic... Don't like, don't read
