CHAPTER ONE: Insanity

A/N: Hey people! This is Hermione's Conscience, and this is my second Veela story so buckle up for the craziest Draco Veela story yet!

P.s: nobody has died during the war except the loony death eaters and lovely old Voldy, meaning Dumbledore, Tonk's, Lupin, Snape, Fred and every other dead guy is alive!

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The war was over, and it had been over for five months now. In his opinion the world was perfect: he was filthy rich, oh merlin he was, devilishly handsome, undeniably so, forgiven for being a death eater-well by almost everyone-, had the loving parents that he always wanted and there was no girl in his life to break his heart.

Sure, there were still girls in his life,*cough-one night stands-cough*, but hey, he was a Malfoy, you can't stay with one person for too long, or you might actually end up loving them.

As he sat alone on the vast Malfoy grounds, he thought about his final year at Hogwarts, he would be turning eighteen in two months, and he couldn't wait. He knew in the wizard world he was officially an adult at seventeen but hey, a seventeenth birthday spent trying to bring down your headmaster really wasn't the greatest thing in the world. This year, he'd be spending it war free, with all his Hogwarts buddies. He could picture it now, taunting Harry Potter, rubbing his wealth in Ronald Weasley's face, snogging Hermione Granger out of her mind, picking on Neville- 'wait what?!'

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Lucius Malfoy paced up and down in his study, constantly crossing Narcissa as she also paced.

"How could we not have seen? He's been showing the signs, looks, senses, even his eyes change colour! How could I not have known! I could've found his mate and saved him! Now he's destined to die!"

Narcissa looked at her husband sharply,

"don't say that, his eagerness to get back to Hogwarts clearly tell us that his mate is there, and no doubt he shall find her if that's the case,"

Lucius looked thoughtful at her words; he looked up at his wife who met his gaze.

"We need to tell him Cissy, we need to tell him now."

Narcissa nodded slowly and snuck a glance out the large window, far away, sat a lone figure with his silver hair glinting under the moonlight.

"Alright but whose going to tell him?"

Silence.

"Not it!" both called at the same time.

Narcissa put her hands on her hips and looked at him with a raised brow.

"It comes from your side of the family so you should be the one to tell him Lucius, now get your pale ass over there and tell him!"

Lucius's eyes widened, "but Cissa! He'll- he'll- he'll murder me!"

Narcissa rolled her blue eyes as she grabbed her husband and dragged him from the room,

"You should have thought about that before getting me knocked up."

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Draco could hear his parents approaching him from far away, he had no idea how it was even humanly possible but he could.

"Hey ducky!" his mother called, plopping down to his right,

"Beautiful night isn't it?" she asked, staring at the stars that were twinkling in the silvery night.

"Yes mother, not too long ago I saw a falling star, sad really, but quite entertaining,"

Lucius sat down in front of his son.

"Yes it is quite sad to see a falling star, I agree…"

Silence.

Narcissa looked at Lucius and gave him a pointed look; clearly her husband was a chicken.

He sent her a glare that clearly said, 'you tell him!'

Narcissa scowled, and turned to Draco,

"Sweetheart your father has something to tell you, it is an urgent matter darling, please do not be too displeased…"

Draco looked at his mother skeptically and then turned to Lucius.

"Father?"

Lucius scowled at Narcissa and looked at Draco.

"Draco, do you remember your great grandfather Abraxas?"

Draco thought for a moment and looked back at his father,

"Yes, why father?"

Lucius sighed, now was the moment.

Narcissa gulped, and prepared for a tantrum.

"He was a Veela Draco,"

Draco knotted his brows, "ri-ight?"

"The Veela gene skipped my father Draco, as did it in me… but not …you…"

Draco blinked.

"You mean… that he… that means… since you're my father… and I'm a… I'm a Veela…"

His parents nodded.

Slowly Draco's silver eyes became a dark colour, and every speck of white was gone.

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In the distance, about a mile from the Malfoy manor in Wiltshire, a teenage girl stood in her room in her ridiculously large house. She was alone as she danced around, blasting her music and spinning and skidding across the clean wooden floor in her socks.

"-but until the gates are opened, I just wanna feel this moment!" she sang loudly, so loud that she didn't notice that her parents had come home from a long day of work at their dentist surgery or that someone had just screamed an agonizing scream in the distance as her father along with her mother called their only daughter to see the clothes that they bought for her, "Mione!"

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"It's not possible! This can't be happening! I'm going to die!?-"

"No darling! It's not as bad as it sounds-"

"And here I was thinking! Normal birthday! First time ever! And now I'm going to die? This can't be happening. This cannot happen."

Draco was of the ground, pacing frantically.

"Draco, we know that she's attending Hogwarts-"

"And how would you know that father?! How? I would love to know how you know that when you didn't even know I was a Veela!" Draco spat venomously at his father who winced slightly.

"Draco, you must understand that your father thought it was dormant, and this situation must be looked at as a blessing,"

Draco was shaking out of anger, and when he spoke, it was through gritted teeth.

"Enlighten me mother on how this is a blessing,"

His mother looked out into the Malfoy forests,

"This way, you'll be with your soul mate,"

Draco scowled, "soul mate, huh? For all I know it could be some whore!"

"DRACO!" His mother said, shocked.

"son, it does not matter what she is, remember, this girl can save your life, if she rejects you then you die, so you need to do whatever you can to make her yours."

Draco ran an elegant hand through his hair and sighed.

"So we're sure she's at Hogwarts?"

Lucius nodded.

"And I'm leaving to Hogwarts in a week,"

"That's right."

Draco nodded and turned to the manor.

"Draco, are you alright?"

He smirked.

"As best as I can be for a man who's just realized he has two months to live."

Then he walked back to the manor.

"Well at least he hasn't hexed us," Narcissa said slowly

"Yes, but he doesn't know about the part where as soon as he spots his mate, he'll start the transformation."

Narcissa sighed as silence washed over them.

"I told you that he would've taken it better if you broke it to him…"

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Draco shut his door and placed more than twenty silencing spells on his room.

He scowled at his room, why should it be so perfect when he was having an inner turmoil? And so, he trashed it.

It started with his bookshelf; he ran his fingers along the perfect spines until he suddenly stopped at Hogwarts: a history, he grabbed the book and then proceeded in ripping every page from it; he then flung the book over to the far side of the room. Then he punched the glass table in the center of the room and didn't even wince as the shards flew around him and made jagged marks on his large fist.

He grabbed the paintings on the walls and tore each one with a sick smile. He pushed all his shelves down to the floor and laughed humorlessly as the expensive crystal ornaments fell and crashed on the floor, he looked up at the shining chandelier and shot it down and watched as the shards of glass scattered the floor. He turned to the bathroom and entered it.

The first thing he did was punch the mirror; he couldn't stand to see himself.

His entire night was spent trying to release the anger he felt.

It never did go away.

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"OH MY GOD RON THAT'S REVOLTING!" Hermione screamed as she, Ginny and Harry fought to get out of their compartment.

"Harry move! The rule goes ladies first!" Ginny screamed as she tumbled over Hermione who was crawling on the floor, trying to get out.

Ron rolled his eyes, "like you guys don't pass wind!"

Hermione yanked harry back by the hair and got out first, inhaling the deepest breath she could. She turned around to see Harry and Ginny still trying to get out.

Hermione grabbed Ginny and pulled her out.

"Thanks Mione!" Ginny said breathing deeply, Harry got up and Hermione pulled him out.

"It hurts to breathe!" Harry exclaimed.

Ginny coughed repeatedly and harry had to bang her back to stop her,

"It hurts for you, but my nose burns!" Ginny said blocking her nose.

Hermione looked at Ron with widened eyes as he rolled his again, "of course we do Ron! Heck we're so close we do it in front of each other! But not with windows closed! Merlin Ron!" Hermione fanned the air.

"Mione, I think that we should find a window, or we should head to the back of the train for some air, we've had quite enough of Ronald's." Harry said with a glare at Ron.

Ginny nodded, "thank merlin we don't have to attend the prefects meeting,"

Hermione was head girl, and she called it off because for once, she was not going to waste her last arriving train ride in a meeting. Harry was appointed a prefect after the war because it was well deserved.

"Yeah, you know what, you guys go ahead, I'll catch up, I just need to hurl,"

Harry and Ginny laughed and nodded as Hermione made her way down the train's corridor.

Ginny sighed as she held Harry's hand as they walked to the end of the train,

"and you'd think that once he had Mione as a girlfriend he'd make the sacrifice of not farting in front of her," Ginny said shaking her head.

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Hermione entered the train's female toilets. She looked at the mirror and whined.

Over the summer, Ginny and Mrs. Granger did something truly devious

Every boring clothing that Hermione had ever owned was donated to homeless shelters, one would say that at least the homeless people got clothes, but see, the thing was, Hermione owned a lot of boring clothes. And so, Ginny and her mother dragged her through both muggle and wizard London and bought every single thing that they thought was pretty.

Meaning, everything Hermione now owned was a lot more feminine, fitted and revealing than she would've liked.

Even worse, they tamed her hair! That's right, they bought her a cloud nine straightening iron and every day it was either Ginny or Mrs. Granger who straightened her hair. Usually it was a huge poof, but now, it was sleek and straight with auburn highlights.

So right now she stood wearing a slightly revealing, fitted red top with the tightest skinny jeans, and red and black DC's.

Oh how the mighty have fallen.

Muttering angrily, she exited the bathroom, earning stares from quite a few people.

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"-so let me get this straight, a girl on this train is your mate, and you're just going to sit here and sulk and expect her to come to you? Merlin Draco how stupid can you get!"

Draco glared at his best friend, "what do you want me to do?"

Blaise raised a brow, "can't you like, you know, smell her?"

"Yeah, but she'll have to pass by."

Just then, so predictably, Hermione strutted on by.

Draco was looking at his perfectly manicured nails when he caught the scent.

"Oh merlin, did you smell that?! It smells like roses mixed with a minty vanilla sort of cinnamon-"

Draco's eyes became purple.

Blaise looked at Draco who stood up.

'Hermione just walked passed us, and we all know her parents are dentists so that'll explain the mint smell, merlin, Hermione Granger is Draco's mate… he is so dead.' Blaise thought.

Blaise wasn't like the other Slytherin's, he was kinder, he had a cold exterior but really, he was sweet and he and Hermione had sort of formed a friendship.

'Time to test my theory…'

"Wow, who knew that mudblood had curves under those robes, darn cute ass too-"

And in a flurry of colours Blaise was on the floor with Draco hissing at him.

Blaise quickly pulled out his wand and yelled 'Obliviate'.

Suddenly Draco was off Blaise and following Hermione down the hall.

Hermione stopped, someone was behind her and before she could turn, someone was… sniffing her?!

Hermione turned only to be pushed up against the train wall and sniffed.

"What in the hell!?" Hermione shoved the guy off her.

"MALFOY?"

Draco looked stunned before he caught himself.

"Oh heavens no! "He grabbed his hair, but then somehow he was sniffing her again.

"Why?! Why do you *sniff* smell so good?!"

By now Hermione's hair was all messed up due to Draco sniffing her like some kind of dog with a leg of lamb.

"Get off me!" Hermione shoved Draco off her and turned to run down the hall.

She shrieked when Draco grabbed her hand and when she turned, she punched him square on the nose.

He swore loudly and Hermione turned to get away only to be turned again.

He didn't even look angry with her even though she had just punched his oh so perfect pale and flawless face. He just grabbed her forearm because when she punched him he saw the word mudblood. He stared at it and looked back at her face.

"What is this?!"

Hermione tried to get her arm back.

"As if you don't remember Malfoy!" she spat and memories rushed to his head. Out of nowhere, tears began to form in his eyes,

"I'm so sorry…"

"Like hell you are, let go of me!"

"I could've stopped her…"

"Yeah you could've now leave me alone!"

"But I didn't…"

"Malfoy let go or I'll scream!"

"Do you forgive me?"

"What the hell Malfoy! Let go!"

"Or do you think I'm a monster?"

"Let go!"

"Answer me Hermione!"

"Fine! I hate you! I'll never forgive you! You just stood there and watched! You are a monster and you're going to have to become an angel to change my mind! And what's my opinion to you! I'm just a filthy little mudblood! Look, I even have a tattoo to prove it!" she spat.

Draco clenched his teeth but let her talk, he needed to know if he was going to change her thoughts.

When Draco still didn't let go, she pulled out her wand and yelled Alohamora at his hand which shot open and she then apparated to where Harry and Ginny were.

Draco closed his hand and made his way to his cabin where Crabbe, Goyle, Theo, and Blaise sat.

As he walked in, both he and Blaise said 'Hermione granger'.

"How'd you know?"

Blaise shrugged, "you're my best mate, duh!"

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When everyone arrived at Hogwarts, Hermione pulled Ginny away from Harry,

"Mione? What's wrong?"

Hermione sighed and told Ginny everything.

Ginny was shocked.

"Wow Hermione…"

"Yeah…"

"I knew that top was a great choice!"

"Ginny!"

The two entered the great hall and made their way to the Griffindor table.

Draco's eyes followed Hermione all the way to her seat. She was pointedly not looking at him.

She hugged many of the boys and he literally had to force himself to stay in his seat.

He didn't even look up for the sorting. He just stared at the stubborn witch.

'There's a Veela in our midst

Though many do not know,

He's dying in his seat right now,

And doesn't want his secret to show.

This isn't my original song,

So now I have to improvise,

I need to warn you men and women that he's here

So try to be cautious and wise.

He's already found his mate,

So ladies don't posh up,

His appearance sure is startling

He's a storm in a perfect cup.

Now because of him, all of you,

Meaning every student here,

Are in for a ride, a roller-coaster at that

For the rest of this year.

Now enough of him

And on to me,

Your faithful sorting hat,

I'm here to tell you first years where you're to end up at.'

Everyone was quiet. What the hell was that?

Nobody clapped. People gaped; Blaise had to smack Crabbe to stop him from staring at Draco.

Draco looked around, keeping up his smirk and façade.

The sorting continued as usual and finally Dumbledore spoke.

"So, one of us is a Veela? No matter, I bet you have really good looks right now, anyways,welcome back to Hogwarts, to the first years, welcome to Hogwarts, I just have a few words to say tonight… DIBS ON THE TREACLE TART!"

Everyone burst into laughter as the food appeared.

Just to seem normal, he tore his gaze from Hermione and tried to eat. Key word: tried.

Eventually he gave up and stared.

All throughout dinner, people were talking about who might have been the Veela the hat talked about. Eventually, the topic began to die down and people began to talk about ordinary things.

Hermione was slowly eating her peppermint tart. She could literally feel someone's eyes on her back, and she had to suppress the urge to scratch it.

"So I figured, I'm gonna try out for it, would you pretty please try it out with me?!" Ginny squealed.

Hermione whined. "Ginny, I'm really no one to diet,"

"Come on!"

"…Ginny, don't give me that look, no, stop it! No! Ginny! Fine!"

"Yes!"

Ron's ears perked up, "Oi! What's this about dieting I hear?"

"We're gonna lose this fat!" Ginny said.

"Awww, Mione, I quite like this fat!" Ron said scooping her up and putting her on his lap, Hermione laughed and wriggled as Ron tickled her and harry laughed along and began to tickle and poke Ginny.

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"THAT'S IT!" Draco exclaimed, bending his dessert fork and standing.

"Mate! No! "Blaise said trying to calm his friend.

Just then, a little envelope appeared in front of his face, it read:

Dear mister Malfoy

We are pleased to congratulate you on your success at becoming the head boy of Hogwarts. As you may know, the heads of Hogwarts, in this case Ms. Granger and yourself are required to live together in the heads dormitories on the fourth floor on the east wing near the astronomy tower behind the portrait of the Veela and his mate. We ask that you inform Ms. Granger of this arrangement promptly. The password is "AMOUR INTERDIT"

Your headmistress

Professor McGonagall

Draco's eyes widened. He turned back to Hermione who was laughing at Ron who kissed her cheek.

He felt his blood boil.

"Oh hell no, weasel better not be touching my property!" Draco hissed before taking off towards the Gryffindor table. Many heads turned as it was common knowledge that Slytherin's never went up to the Gryffindor table.

The hall turned quiet as Draco grabbed Hermione and wrenched her off Ron.

"What the hell Malfoy!" Ron yelled standing along with the rest of the Gryffindor's.

Before Hermione could intervene, she felt Draco's large elegant hands under her knees and on her back and then he unexpectedly threw her twenty meters in the air. And ladies and gentlemen, that is bloody damn high.

She screamed all the while as she flew upwards, and the whole hall gasped, and many stood up.

Ron's eyes widened as he stared at Draco in shock. He knew Hermione was light but hell; no human would be able to throw her up like that! She was still going up!

And in and instant, Ron earned the hardest punch that his face had ever received, many gasped. Ron stood up from the ground, but suddenly Draco was on him with his wand at his throat.

"If you even touch her again weasel, I will make sure you never have children!" Draco spat, harry stared and held his arms out and ran about. He needed to catch his best friend and in the moment of time, he didn't even see Draco hit Ron.

With that, Draco kicked Ron as hard as he could on his lovely family jewels.

"What-what do you want with her?!" Ron ground out as his fellow Gryffindor's helped him stand. They looked like they were about to kill Draco as they rolled up their sleeves. Then, the Slytherin's strode up to Draco, ready to plummet the Gryffindor's if they so much as scratched him.

Hermione was falling back down now.

"That's my business freckles, now if you don't mind, I will be showing dearest Mione to our shared dormitory,"

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Draco held out his arms and Hermione fell into them. She looked dizzy but then her vision focused and she realized whose arms she was in and before she could struggle, Draco threw her over his shoulder and marched out of the hall.

For a minute, everyone was silent.

"Well, now we know who the Veela is, ha ha…" Dumbledore whispered to Hagrid who looked downright petrified.

A/N: how was that? I hope you enjoyed, the next chapter will be up tomorrow, so please, REVIEW! It makes me smile a lot! And a happy author means a quicker update!