This 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...
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Madam Puddifoot's is a small teashop located on a little side street off the main High Street. A favorite among couples, especially Hogwart's young lovers, this tiny teashop is a cramped, steamy place where everything seemed embellished with bows or frills.
At one small table for two sat a young brunette and a blonde veela.
Hermione sighed as she took another sip of her tea, a slice of cake lay untouched before Draco, who had refused any beverage.
After ten minutes of sitting and shuffling, they both were bored, too tired to feel shy and awkward.
"Why are we here again?" Draco asked Hermione, silver eyes gazing deeply in chocolate ones.
"Uhh...because this is what couples normally do on dates, isn't it?" she replied uncertain with her own reason.
"But we aren't normal like them, are we?" he more like stated than questioning as his lips tilted in a smirk.
"Excuse me?"
"I mean our situation, you know the bond," he tried again to make her catch onto his words, but she didn't.
"Ok, I see. So what do you suggest we do?" Hermione asked a bit puzzled.
With a mischievous grin, Draco placed a few sickles on the table before pulling Hermione out the store.
Standing at the door out of the shop, Draco turned to Hermione.
"Do you want to visit any of the shops? Any stuff you want to purchase?" he asked.
Crossing her arms, Hermione fingered her chin in a thinking gesture before answering.
"I do want to shop for some extra quills and parchments. Oh! and also check out any new arrivals in Tomes and scrolls," she said excitedly, eyes glittering at the prospect of feasting on new books. But not for long as her excitation toned down into confusion.
"But weren't we supposed to be on a date?" she questioned the blonde who was grinning down at her."My dear Hermione," the girl felt a tickling sensation of butterflies fluttering in her stomach, "let's forget the definition of a perfect date generated by others and create our own. I want us to have a good time. If you are happy, I will be the one with a smile on my face."
