A Veela's Mate || Draco Malfoy

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Iris was not in a good mood when she stalked into the Great Hall. What had promised to be a good morning had quickly deteriorated beyond belief. How dare they accuse her of using the Dark Arts? Were they trying to turn her into a new Dark Lord? It didn't exactly inspire her to fight for the future of the wizarding world, now did it? At the moment they could all go and hang themselves for all she cared!

Sitting down at the edge of the Gryffindor table, Iris stabbed a few sausages and put them on her plate, adding a few spoonfuls of scrambled eggs. Her appetite was long gone, but she knew she needed to eat. She only managed a few mouthfuls though, before her body rebelled at the mere thought of more food.

Draco watched her with some concern, but refrained from saying anything. Now was not the time to push his mate to eat better. Instead, he applied himself to his own breakfast; they really didn't have much time before classes began.

Or rather, he attempted to apply himself to his breakfast. The accusations had angered him as well, and in the end his anger and irritation at Dumbledore won out over his appetite. It was with relief he noted the arrival of the mail and he looked up in an attempt to spot his owl.

Iris was listlessly sipping the last of her pumpkin juice when the mail came. Looking up, searching for Hedwig, she was surprised at the large number of Howlers clamped in the sharp beaks. She was even more astonished to find that most were heading her way.

Dozens of red envelopes rained down on her and it wasn't until Errol dropped onto her plate, more dead than alive, that Iris came out of her stupor. Sighing in disgust, she untied the letter and opened it. Might as well find out what had everyone's knickers in a twist.

"IRIS JAMES POTTER! HOW DARE YOU ACT SO DISGRACEFULLY! HAVE YOU ANY IDEA WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE VISIT THE SEVEN SINS? AND TO FIND OUT FROM THE DAILY PROPHET THAT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WENT THERE! YOUR PARENTS MUST BE ROLLING IN THEIR GRAVES!

"YOU ARE TO DESTROY THOSE DISGUSTING CLOTHES AND YOU ARE TO PROMISE ME YOU WILL NEVER WEAR LEATHER AGAIN, IS THAT CLEAR, YOUNG LADY?

"I'M NOT SURPRISED THOUGH, SOCIALIZING WITH THOSE MALFOYS. I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT WHEN RON TOLD ME DRACO IS A VEELA AND THAT HE HAD PICKED YOU OF ALL PEOPLE. IF THIS IS WHAT THEY HAVE LURED YOU INTO DOING, THEN YOU HAD BETTER BREAK OFF THE RELATIONSHIP RIGHT NOW! OR YOU ARE NEVER SETTING FOOT IN MY HOME AGAIN. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?

"I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, IRIS. I REALLY THOUGHT YOU HAD BETTER TASTE, AND ABOVE ALL, BETTER MANNERS THAN THIS. LEATHER! MALFOY! REALLY!

"YOU BETTER CLEAN UP YOUR ACT, YOUNG LADY. THOSE DEATH EATERS WILL ONLY BE THE DEATH OF YOU! UNTIL YOU HAVE BROKEN OFF THIS UNHEALTHY ATTACHMENT WITH THE MALFOYS, YOU ARE TO STAY AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN. ONLY CONTACT THEM WHEN YOU HAVE REPENTED FOR YOUR ACTIONS!"

With that, the Howler burst into flames and ashes rained down on the breakfast table. Iris snorted and cast a cleaning charm. Watching the trembling letters that waited to spew forth their spite, Iris shook her head and incinerated them, never bothering to open them.

"Honestly!" Iris snorted, her words easily carrying to everyone in the Hall since the students were all holding their breaths, not wanting to miss Iris's reaction to the accusations. "Who does she think she is? Consorting? Unhealthy attachment? Disgusting clothes! She hasn't even seen how I dress and she is casting me aside because I dare to be different?"

Beginning to get truly furious, Iris rose to her feet. "Well, screw her and everyone else who doesn't approve of what I do. I might be the Girl-Who-Lived, but that doesn't give her, or anyone else for that matter, the right to dictate how I live my life. If you can't deal with that, tough!"