I dragged Blaise to the great hall for breakfast wanting to see Hermione. The change seemed to be so drastic that I couldn't even get a hold on things properly. No more Granger, no more mudblood.........instead Hermione. Even her name sounded like a sweet melody to my ears. A strange fuzzy feeling blossomed in my chest thinking about her. Ignoring Blaise's grumbled protests I fastened my pace, impatience taking control of my body.
As soon as I entered the great hall fury raced through my veins, my fists clenching and unclenching, agony twisting my heart, red glazed across my vision and all I saw was that dirty blonde before racing across to the Gryffindor table.
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Our hands interlocked fitting like pieces of the same puzzle warmth encasing them as a pleasant shock ran through my arms. I am guessing she felt it too considering how that simple zing caused us to pull back our hands not used to the feeling.
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"They're made for each other. Born for each other. Neither can live without the other." She said with certainty.
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Once upon a Veela.
FanfictionThis is a twist of Harry potter series where Draco is a Veela and needs to find his mate. The plot begins after the war. As Hermione and Draco work on accepting each other and the mate bond, new enemies make themselves known. Enemies are lurking rou...