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Through the eyes of blind love	By : Mixilip1 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3131 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: The first paragraphs of the chapter is as if it was a chapter of a book about Veelas, so its info will be used as a reference in some of the upcoming chapters. The information contains bits of the Harry Potter universe about Veelas, some reference from other Veela stories, and my imagination :)
Oh and also, when the text is in italics, it will be a memory. Of course, with the exception of the first part of this chapter, which is a "book chapter"
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Veelas
A veela is a mythical, nymph-like, and semi-human creature who possesses great power, as well as beauty. Often being of the feminine gender, it is not so uncommon to find a full-blooded male veela in the wilderness.
Veelas are often found in swamps, lakes, prairies or places with a body of water near. They are widely spread throughout the magic world, creating veelas from all types of nationalities. Although it is essential to identify, veelas are more prone to live in Europe, most notably in the northern parts. Their magic ability is such; sometimes their hair could be used in magic potions or wands.
Transformation
Differing from an animagus, a veela consists of only two existing forms*; they will just transform from being human to a flying creature. The winged creature could be either a beast like a Harpie or a Hippogriff (it depends on the level of magic and blood a veela possess).
*There have been cases where a veela, will temporarily transform in the form of a swan, a snake, a horse or even a wolf in a way of disguise for protection purposes.
A veela will not transform until it has reached the age of maturity, or when its mate is in a state of danger. There are three primary levels or stages for the transformation:
1. The eyes of the veela will turn glossy obsidian, then, they will take out their fangs, and their skin will turn into a faint greyish colour.
2. They will extend and grow a pair of black wings on their back that'll reach the ground.
3. Afterwards they will grow claws and will become stronger.
4. And finally, they will entirely transform into a flying creature depending on the level of magic, varying in the forms of a Harpie or a Hippogriff. A veela in this stage can launch balls of fire from their claws.
There are cases though, where a veela will not reach longer than the second stage. Mainly this is because a veela who can't entirely transform is not a full-blooded veela or does not have ¾ of veela blood in them. Of course, there are exceptions from half-veelas who possess enough magic to transform entirely. A human with only ¼ of veela blood, will not process beyond the second stage regardless of how much magic they own. Anyone with less amount of veela blood in them will not go beyond the first stage.
Physical Characteristics
In human form, the eyes of the veela will be beautiful, with the pupil slightly more dilated than humans. The obsidian eyes will manifest depending on the veela's emotions — the most prominent being arousal and anger.
Fangs for a veela are imperative; they are useful for them as self-defence, as well as a necessity to mark their mate and bond with them. A veela will not develop their fangs until they've reached the age of maturity.
Veelas, although they can eat human food, will need from time to time of drink blood at least once every ten weeks. If a veela has found its mate, it doesn't represent any threat to others because they will occasionally feed on its mate only (it has been proved that it is beneficial for both of them). If a veela hasn't found its mate, it can become very hazardous; there have been numerous cases of wizards being killed by a veela driven by bloodlust. It is noted, animal blood will do, but veelas who live in the wilderness are more prone to drink human blood. Veela venom can be fatal for anyone besides their mate*. In most cases, a person who has been bitten will die in 2 weeks. Even though there is no cure, there have been cases of wizards and witches having survived a veela bite, with the only consequence of being transformed themselves into a full-blooded veela. Some charms repel veelas from attacking humans, as in most cases they are attracted to sweet odours.
*Note that even though, a veela passes its venom into its mate, if the mate isn't a veela, the person will not transform into one.
In human form, a veela can be an exquisite creature; this is merely to attract quickly their mate (The sharp looks of a veela also depend on their amount of blood).
A veela will start showing signs of becoming a full veela (more beautiful complexion, stronger, heightened senses, etc.) when it has either reached the age of maturity or found its mate.
The typical* physical traits of a veela in human form are:
Tall and Slender bodies
Fair skin that appears to shine moon-bright
Blonde-white, or gold hair
Blue eyes
Beautiful Complexion
*Of course, not all veelas possess these traits. There are veelas with a different colour of skin, hair, and eyes. This is more common in veelas who've reproduced with wizards or witches.
Magical traditions
Having high power in their might, the most characteristic trait of a veela is its beauty and their ability to attract the opposite gender with its pheromones and magic. A veela can control their pheromones to an extent when dealing with their mate, and the veela can sometimes decide if it wants to release them. Dancing is a tradition that has been carried out by veela families through centuries. The dance of the veela is known to be magically seductive to almost all male or female beings. It is more common for a female veela to dance to attract their mate. Although nowadays most veelas live very similar as wizards do, there are still veelas who live in the wild and carry on with their ancient traditions of magic, having almost to no contact with today's society.
Veelas are the most human-like creature from all the beasts, as they can also, reproduce with humans. It hasn't been proved if a veela can breed with a Muggle, but it is ubiquitous for a veela to breed with a wizard or witch because of the compatibility of magic.
Mates
The mate is very, if not, the most important thing to a veela. A veela does not choose who its mate is; a veela's mate can differ from it in social and cultural aspects, and they can also vary in the age difference of the veela. It is very rare for a veela to have a mate of the same sex, as the bond is not only spiritual but also magical. Meaning that the veela will have to reproduce at some point with their mate.
A veela will recognise its mate with either of the five senses. Once a veela has found their mate it must bond with them before a lapse of 1 year, for else, the veela will die of a broken heart. If they haven't found their mate by the age of 25, they will also die*. Veela's mates are magically chosen under the necessity of the veela and the mate themselves, thus making them "soulmates". It is the age of maturity when a veela recognises their mate even though they have met before, and begin its transformation towards becoming a full veela. They will become very possessive of them and will do anything to ensure the safety and happiness of their mate.
It is imperative that a veela's mate agrees with the bonding. A veela's bite is not sufficient for the bond, if the mate does not mark them too, the bonding will be incomplete. And if the mate rejects the veela and doesn't mark them before the deadline, the veela's future is predictable.
*This only applies to full-blooded veelas and persons with ¾ of veela blood. A half-blooded veela, if it has found its mate, will have up to 3 years to bond before dying of a broken heart if their veela blood becomes active. A person with ¼ and less, won't have the necessity as high as the others to find a mate but will live a shorter life because of not having a mate. If a person with ¼ of veela blood does find its mate, they will have up to 15 years to bond. There have been cases of veelas who've lived long lives, but with poorer health. Persons with less amount of veela blood in them will not have a mate.
It is crucial to note that half veelas and 1/4 veelas will not necessarily have their veela blood and magic "active": It is possible for a half-blood veela and 1/4 veela for their blood to remain dormant for their whole lives without knowing and will live the life of a typical witch or wizard.

Draco could barely keep his eyes open for most of the today's lesson of DADA. He thought it was the most boring lesson he's ever had on the course. He'd never liked mythical creatures much, and today he liked them even less. Why would he want to know about Veelas and how pathetic they were at surviving at the dependency of another being? Such a waste of magic. If they were as "powerful" as it said, then why haven't they invented something to stop them dying of heartbreak if they didn't bond with their mate? Draco couldn't believe why they must teach such a dull matter for today's class. From the corner of his eye, he could see Potter, also trying his best not to fall asleep in the class. Bullocks he cursed internally. Today's DADA lesson had to be reduced into a reading of magical creatures being that in last period most of the classmates had passed out with their potions. The only few who didn't (Draco, Harry, Ginny, Michael, Blaise, Luna and Hermione), were sent to the Dark Arts class while the others were at the Hospital Wing. Since the number of students was relatively small, the class was purely derived from the books, so today's class was Veelas. I can't believe this Draco thought. Such "effort" to pass the N.E.W.T.s and here were they, learning about the corny version of a vampire. Draco could see the only two girls who were putting attention to the class were Hermione (how unusual) and Luna. Draco shook his head and tried to put the little attention to what he had inside towards the class. He was very grateful the weasel wasn't here pestering around, but at the same time he couldn't flirt with Hermione as she did put all of her attention to her classes. He decided to send her a magic drawing that flew over her desk.
Hermione saw and caught the little flying paper bird that flew to her desk from Draco's. Thank Merlin, the teacher, has his eyes glued to the book. Hermione took the fragile bird in her hands discreetly and saw it had something on its inside. She carefully opened and saw a moving drawing painted over it. It had a big, ugly animal on it; it must be the professor, a group of sleeping animals and a small otter, looking at the animal with interest. It resembled how Hermione was the only one who paid attention to the class. She looked at Draco with a face that read Really? She silently laughed, and she continued paying attention to the class, tucking the little paper inside her bag.
She wasn't a fan of mythical creatures, but she thought of veelas with fascination up to an extent. There was also the thing with the magic and the amount of veela blood. Those played an important role too. She looked at them both with a feeling of sorrow and attraction. Sorrow because she thought it was very tragic the dark future they had to endure if they didn't bond with their mate, and attraction because they would always feel what real love felt like. Or so she thought. . True love… will I find it someday? Hermione shook her head realising what she just had thought Stop it! The prediction was undoubtedly meant only to confuse you, nothing more. Hermione sighed as she remembered she had an appointment with Firenze the day after. She had managed to ask McGonagall to contact him and reserve her an appointment without asking her reasons. She just made the excuse that she was doing some research and Miss Trelawney (even though being the descendant of one of the most acclaimed seers in the wizarding world) was a little shifty.
Hermione picked up her things at the end of the class when Draco lightly grabbed her wrist.
"What are you doing in your next period? I remembered you wanted to go for a walk near the lake the other day." He remembered.
"Oh, I would so very much like that, but… I was planning to go and visit Ron at the Hospital Wing. I'm going to check on him. To see if he's alright" Draco winced a little when she said that, but Hermione didn't notice. He knew they were going through some trouble now, and since school started he'd already witnessed three fights, and it wasn't even October… Looks like they've already made up…again.
"Very well, I will then walk near the lake and cry because the Gryffindor Princess could not accompany me," Draco said feigning a tear falling his cheek.
"Draco! Stop joking around!" She said laughing as she hit him lightly with her book. "It's not like I'm going to take forever, besides, we can go walk any other time" She smiled.
But I was only half joking… Draco thought.
"I would very much like to accompany you to the Hospital Wing Hermione." A petite and blonde witch interrupted Draco's thoughts.
"Of course Luna, I was just going to leave." She said to the young witch and then turned to Draco. "See you Malfoy." She said waving her hand.
"See you.." Draco couldn't help but feel a little down after his conversation with Granger.

"I do like helping Mdme. Pomfrey these days. I was asked to help during the war, and now it has become a habit of sorts to me. It keeps me entertained, besides the fact that I can keep the nargles away." Luna said happily as she and Hermione were walking towards the Hospital Wing.
"I can believe you," Hermione said distractedly.
"I sense there is a strong level of disconformity going on in your life Hermione. Could it be that something that is happening right now is keeping you awake at nights?" Luna said stopping her tracks. She knows how to read people too well for my liking, thought Hermione, but I'm glad she's concerned.
"Luna… Do you believe in destiny?" Hermione said, walking again.
"Destiny? Well, although I've already had some thought about it, I wouldn't know. I could say that I may believe in it. I think that everybody's here for a reason. There's also the prophecies each one of us has. So if that's destiny then yes."
"I… Would you believe then, in a destiny that it was supposed to be the right one for you, but it's hard to accept?"
"I would say yes, although I think it would be wiser to ask Harry about it. He knows everything about destiny and prophecies. After all, his life and the life of many depended on one."
"I know, and I also know that there are prophecies for each one of us but… Let's say it wasn't a prophecy that important in the world of magic. What if.. it was more personal? What would you say when... for example, you thought you've finally gotten the sweet that best suits your palate, and you're sure there isn't a better sweet in the world. But then, someone who says they already know your future, tells you your favourite sweet will be or is another one." Hermione finished with a little-exasperated tone, viewing it was the only way she could explain her situation.
"I believe that is your current situation yes?" She said with knowing eyes as they reached the Hospital Wing.
"I…" "Oh Miss Lovegood, good to see you again. You could start by delivering this tonic to that first year over there." Mdme. Pomfrey said, cutting-off Hermione as she gave a tray with a bottle and a cup to Luna. "And you Miss Granger, I suppose you've come to visit?"
"See you later Hermione," Luna said with a smile. She waved.
"Oh yes, could you tell me where Ron Weasley is, please?" She asked politely.
"He is at the far end, dear. He's much better now I must say. He's recovering the best from all who got intoxicated from your potion's class. I believe staying in the whole afternoon will do." The old lady told her warmly.
"Thank Merlin," Hermione said as she walked towards Ron.
He was half seated on the bed, with red eyes and pale skin. He was drinking something from a cup Must be the tonic. She thought
"How are you doing?" She asked getting near him and taking his hand in hers.
"Uhm.. better I think? I'm a little dozy now; I think it was the tonic but, blimey! Almost the whole group fell to the ground! How was DADA by the way?" He asked, and Hermione took the cup from his hands and put it in the table.
"Professor Snape did warn us not to get too close to the cauldron; it is a prevalent side effect. And we didn't see much. Since many of you were here, we only read chapters from the Magical Creatures book. We saw Veelas."
"Oh really?" Ron was getting now a little less interested in her conversation.
"Yes, I hadn't read about them before. They're quite fascinating…and tragic. You see, I thought that a Veela would only have to find their mate, but I never knew they would die of a broken heart if they didn't! And the power they have! I believe any witch or wizard part Veela would be incredibly powerful! It's all so... are you even listing to me?" She could see Ron's span of attention had expired, for he started to look like he was daydreaming.
"Ron!" she said shaking him.
"What was that? I'm sorry, but you know those things are not really in my interest love. Besides, I'm still feeling a little weird from that potion..." She sighed. She felt a little sorry she didn't go for a walk with Draco.
Hermione walked into the green outsides of Hogwarts. She was supposed to meet Firenze in a small part with rocks near Hagrid's cabin. McGonagall told her he would meet her at four past thirty, so there she was, punctual as it usual for her.
At precisely four past thirty, she saw a dark creature approach her from the forest. She saw the tall, majestic centaur getting close to her while the air blew in their direction.
"Good afternoon Professor." She greeted and bowed a little bit.
"Please child; I am no longer a professor here at Hogwarts. You can call me Firenze." The imposing centaur said, his long torso looking bigger with the shadow of the dying sun.
"Firenze then. I am Hermione Granger; I don't know if McGonagall told you it was me who wanted to speak to you."
"The friend of Harry Potter I see." He said looking at her thoughtfully, nodding in understanding. "No, she only told me it was one of her best students." Hermione blushed a little at the remark. "Now, I don't have a lot of time; I must return to my colony before my own know about my whereabouts if that's not a problem." She shook her head " Very well. Now if I can be of any service to you, what can I help you with?"
"Yes indeed. The reason I wanted to seek help from you is... I... a-a few days ago, I received unusual news." She said looking up at him, her voice nervous. "And though I wasn't completely distraught, it did make me uneasy. It was about my future." She chuckled nervously.
"I know this will sound very much like a typical girl with her pesky problems, but, I do feel the decisions I will make about the matter may completely change my life in the near future. And it's not that I'm afraid of it, well maybe a tad, but what I meant to say is," Hermione said after hearing she was rambling "I have boyfriend right know, Ron Weasley, and I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with him, and that I loved him. But Miss Trelawney gave me this "prediction" of hers, saying my love for him isn't authentic, and I will end up with Draco Malfoy because it's my destiny and my way through happiness. And I am bewildered right know about my feelings, because I don't know if her prediction was accurate, or if my feelings for Draco have changed, and… and.. I don't know anymore!" She said in frustration, finally snapping. Calm down Hermione; you don't want to scare him She sighed. "I came to you because I don't know anybody else who can help me." She said with more calm. "It's not something you can just find in books."
"Hmmm, you are correct in that." He said pensively " But don't look so dejected on the matter, there's no need to worry yourself. Did you know seers can look into the memories of others by touching them?"
"Yes sir, I did know that."
"Give me your hand child. I will see into your past and future and hope to give you a more precise answer." She nodded and gave him her hand as he closed his eyes. He grasped it with both hands as a faint white light emerged from his hands. She felt tiny voices around her and heard the sounds of her memories. Then, she heard nothing when a golden glow, replacing the white one emerged from his hands. She heard nothing. He must be seeing the prediction Miss Trelawney saw. Firenze looked at her memories of the past weeks. All the fights, the awkward moments, and laughs she'd shared with the young boys passed through his eyes. Then, he saw what Sybill had seen in her future. He indeed saw the same thing as her. They stood her several moments until he opened his eyes and let go of her hand.
"What did you see?" She asked expectantly
"Well Miss Granger, I must say Miss Trelawney was undeniably correct, regarding her prediction about yourself. I don't want to intervene in your personal affairs but, I did saw you far more happy with Mr.Malfoy than your current relationship with Mr. Weasley." Hermione was left speechless. The idea of loving Draco, surprisingly enough, didn't bother her. What did bother her was the fact that now her mind was playing tricks on her by making her believe she loves Ron. If I don't supposedly love him, did I ever? She began to hyperventilate mentally as she thought of all the times her mind deceived her. Firenze, seeing her distress told her,
"Don't crush yourself child. I'm sure you do love Mr. Weasley, besides, not all prophecies become a reality. The prediction said that you have to remove your blindfold and see the love your blind eyes will not let you. You are most probably confusing the type of love you hold towards Mr. Weasley into believing it's a romantic one."
Hermione nodded her head.
"Yeah, I-I'm very grateful for your aid sir. It has helped me." She said smiling.
"It was a pleasure helping you. I sometimes need some fresh air from my colony. Goodbye Miss, and send my greetings to McGonagall."
"I will surely."
Hermione sat in her Transfiguration class thinking about the events of the day before. She felt embarrassed that someone who didn't know her told her she would be happier with Malfoy than with Ron. Could I trust Firenze? I mean- there can't be two seers with the same wrong prediction can't they? She sighed. Not all prophecies become a reality… maybe if I.. no, it's not possible. She knew that if she forced things it wouldn't be a real relationship. She still wanted to give her relationship with Ron a go, she thought it wasn't fair for them to just abandon the deal. I can't just leave him
Draco sat few desks behind her, watching her. She'd been more reserved with him the past few days. And even though he'd tried to see if she was doing something secretive or something of the sort that would explain her attitude towards him, he was always left empty-handed. Maybe that red berk forbid her from speaking to me. I hope not. No, she wouldn't let herself be manipulated like that.
Both witch and wizard were so deep in thought; they didn't see the headmaster come into the room. She had the enormous gramophone, the same one she had brought when rehearsing for the Yule Ball. They both got startled by it.
"My dear 7th and 8th graders, seeing this is your last year here at Hogwarts, and we've just won one of the most important wars in the magic realm, I am glad to announce that we'll be having another Yule ball. This ball is a mere celebration from the school to every single one who fought with bravery at war." Everyone gasped at the idea. The room was full of exciting yelps and murmurs. She cleared her throat and continued, "I've had the idea that since many of you haven't improved in the area of dancing. I'm hoping that this particular class will refresh your minds a little bit about dancing as well as sharpen your skill at Transfiguration. What I want you to do is, choose a partner, male or female, and while you are dancing whichever style you prefer, I want you to transfigure the objects that are around you." Some students chuckled, and McGonagall pierced her eyes. "You may think of this as a silly activity, but we can't be behind the school program, and I can't let you make a fool out of yourselves like some of you did years ago. So I'm joining the activities. Now, I must tell you, to get a good grade you must not stumble or get a transfiguration wrong. Am I clear? Good. Now, who'll be our first participants?"
Please don't pick me, please don't pick me, please don't pick.. "Miss Granger! Why don't you make the honours, being the head student after all." "Brilliant" muttered Hermione as she reluctantly moved from her desk to the centre of the room, where several tables were moved to make space, and several random objects were sprawled over the floor.
"If you, please choose a partner." Hermione's eyes shot directly towards Draco. Don't be a nutter, Ron is your boyfriend.
"Ron," She said looking at him "Here, let's do the exercise," She said smiling.
"Uhh, 'Mione as much as I would like to, I don't. Don't make me do this; I loathe dancing. It was enough humiliation with McGonagall in our fourth year" He muttered so that McGonagall didn't hear them. Hermione's disappointment was evident in her face. She tried to hide it but was unsuccessful. She suddenly felt her hand being grabbed, and she turned only to see Draco Malfoy grinning at her.
"May I have this dance?" He asked in an exaggerated tone. She didn't think twice when she said. "Yes, you may".
As soon as they both started dancing, music began to play. It was melodic, classical music but with a modern touch. She was a little stiff in the beginning, not wanting to get too close to him.
"Granger, I know you've been avoiding me these past few days." He whispered to her, "But I want you to try and let go." Hermione remembered that day in her 6th grade when she saw Ron snogging with Lavender very enthusiastically in the Gryffindor common room after the Quidditch game.
Hermione couldn't believe it. She'd thought she had tried every single thing to attract Ron's attention. She'd thrown at him several hints about her feelings, she'd invited him to Slughorn's Christmas party (although he rejected her), and she'd even wore a little makeup to make her "prettier" every other day. It seemed it hadn't worked out.
Draco was the one who almost immediately knew about the weasel and the stupid blond girl. They were pretty much snogging in every corner of the castle. Right after he saw them, the day after, his first thoughts were Hermione, And he spent the day looking after her.
After Quidditch practice (they hadn't done much) he found her sitting at near the Black Lake, looking like she'd just cried her eyes out.
"Hermione? Are you okay?"
"Oh, Draco I didn't realise you were there. Yes, I'm quite alright thank you." She said avoiding his eyes, "I-I must be leaving now, I don't want to be too late in here, it's getting dark." She said standing up from the stone bench she sat.
"Granger, it's barely 5 o'clock, it's a Saturday, and no you're not alright." He said getting closer to her and grabbing her chin with his gloveless hand.
"I knew you liked him" He could see fresh tears adorn her lovely face of hers once more.
"He's a prat you know?" he said, "Why?" she asked looking up at him with glassy eyes.
"For being with a girl who is far below our dear Gryffindor Princess." He said with a smile.
"Malfoy…don't joke around," She said stepping a little bit backwards and chuckling a bit. "I really do believe she's far prettier than me… "Come here," He said cutting her off.
"Uh? Where are you going?" "For a ride," He said summoning his broom and jumping on it.
"Draco you know how I feel about flying…"
"Just shush it and hop in."
Hermione had her eyes closed when they took off and strongly grasped Draco's waist with her hands. She really hated flying. If she could avoid it, she would at any time, she much preferred apparating.
Draco felt Hermione's tense body by the way she was crushing him and her chattering teeth. He decided to go a little bit higher so that the wind could wash away her tears.
"Granger, listen to me. I know you hate flying, but I recommend you to open your eyes. Don't fear the moment, live it. Just open your eyes and let go. You'll see how beautiful the view is up here, and you'll gain a little peace in yourself." Hermione slowly opened her eyes as she saw the Black Lake under them and could see the beautiful horizon as the sun was setting. She loosened a little bit her grasp on Draco as she laughed at how free and secured she felt with Draco's presence.
"You see? You just have to open your eyes and see."
They began dancing to the rhythm of the music as they began transfigurating the objects. They were both laughing and not caring about anybody else in the room.
She saw his beaming smile as he looked at her. She blushed a little and turned, transfigurating an object in the way. Have I had my eyes closed all this time? She turned and saw he was still looking at her while transfigurating an object perfectly without looking right at it. She laughed. She was indeed having a good laugh with this exercise. There was a part of the song when they both got closer and were turning around looking at each other. Maybe the idea of falling in love with him is not that bad... or could it that I already am? They continued dancing until someone jerked her off Draco, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Well, I believe that has been a lot of dancing and laughing for a day." A furious Ron Weasley said dragging Hermione off and facing Malfoy.
"Well, weasel, it's not my fault you're not making your girlfriend happy." That was it. Ron threw a punch at Drac's direction, but he stopped it with his hand. "Shut up you ferret" he spat.
"But we were having such fun." He said smirking while they were both struggling. Ron just got more enraged and tried to punch him once more, the music abruptly stopped, and Professor McGonagall approached them looking furious.
"That's it! I can't believe you, two young men. I was hoping you would be a little more mature, even more since you're the oldest students." McGonagall said, interrupting the almost fight. Hermione, being at the centre of the room, was speechless
"If you can't behave then I recommend you to get out of my classroom." Seeing that neither of the boys responded she just sighed and said,
"Just sit at the two corners of the room until after the class has ended. And no more fighting," she said with menacing eyes. Hermione just saw as every single pair of eyes was now on her. Oh Bullocks

He'd been watching over her since school has started. He never had any hopes of his veela blood to become active, and he'd never had any hopes of finding her mate ever in his life. And even less in the most unexpected place on Earth: Hogwarts.
He recognized her scent on the very first day when she passed, and he couldn't keep his head straight with that intoxicating smell of hers. After he finally found who the mystery girl was, all his thoughts were plagued with only one word: Hermione… At first he couldn't believe, that such witch could be his mate. He of course, couldn't do anything about the matter. Not only was she part of the Golden Trio, but she was young, very young. But none of those things mattered to him anymore, not since his bloody veela magic decided she was his mate. Only one thing was in the way. She was with Ron. That bleeder, Gryffindor boy. He couldn't just pop in and take her away in his arms. Well, he didn't have enough confidence, besides to the point that it would probably be against her will, and that would make her unhappy. He cursed himself day after day when every single moment of it, he'd spend thinking of her. So he began following her. He knew, after some time that she'd been suspecting that someone was following her. He couldn't tell her just yet who he was, she would probably be disgusted by him and would flee from him forever. If he could just make her closer to him…
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it :)
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