Brief Summary: Karma can truly be a bitch sometimes. And can play with your fate as well. Draco's discovered his Veela roots post-Hogwarts and post-war and is trying to find out who his mate is. He thinks it's Hermione Granger, as she is showing the Signs for it, but can't be sure about it. Follow him through his adventures while he's struggling to find his mate in the big Wizarding world. The Malfoys are neutral in the Pure-blood vs Muggle-borns ideology after the war. Read and Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and I borrowed the plot from many other Veela stories, but with my own twists and turns. Hope Dramione fans will appreciate it!

"Draco, Draco, come downstairs and have dinner with us!" Lucius called his only son downstairs one summer evening. Draco, who was working at the Wizadring Hospital with Hermione Granger, was having 2 days off. And so he spent it with his parents, in his parents' House.

"Yes Father, I'm coming down! What are we having today?"

"Everything you love son!" Narcissa answered and looked at her son, all grown up. She was very proud of him, as a mother, and he was such a handsome young man, except he didn't know he wasn't exactly human and they were going to tell him now.

"So Draco, your Mother asked the House-elves to make everything you love for today's supper, because we've got something important to tell you!"

"What, father?"

"Son, you are a Veela." Draco blinked three times, not digesting the information.

"WHAT?! NOT POSSIBLE!"

"Yes we are sorry we didn't tell you any sooner!"

"And you want me to believe this now?"

"Listen son, I've been ignoring my Veela heritage for far too long, because I really felt ashamed of it. However, it's Post-war and we Pure-bloods lost it."

"And what does it mean for me?" asked a very perplexed Draco, not knowing why his Father was telling him this, out of the blue.

"It means, Draco dear, that you'll need to find your mate, and make her or him yours."

"How can I find my mate? I don't even know where to begin and I don't know if this is true or not…"

"It is true, Draco! Your Mother is my mate, and I made her mine in our 7th year! She detested me before, but she gradually came to love me, with me showering her with gifts! And being nicer to her and her group!"

"It's not possible, me a Veela? And I have a bloody mate! And I've no idea who she or he is! Maybe he or she hates me! And are you sure my mate can be male too? I've shown attraction only to girls!" Draco just couldn't believe his parents. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He wanted to ask his parents this question, but restrained himself because he only half-believed them.

"Yes, absolutely certain, your mate can also be male! Because my dear Draco, love transcends everything, even genders."

"But I'm not into males! I'm into females!"

"You must be open to the possibility of having a male mate, Draco!"

"Homosexuality is disgusting!" He blurted out.

"No, Draco love knows no gender and love is blind!"

"And anyways, you haven't found your mate yet, so there's no need to panic about that. Maybe your mate is female after all!" said Lucius, more reasonably.

"And how do I find my mate?"

"When you're around her or him, you'll swoon to her or his scent. He or she will smell so delicious to you, that you won't be able to resist it. And you'll want to be around this smell forever."

"Are there any other ways to identify my mate?" He was beginning to somewhat believe it now, seeing how serious his two parents were.

"You will feel overly-protective and possessive towards him or her, and overly jealous when someone else is trying to win their affections."

"I've felt this way towards Weasley, when he was flirting with Hermione. Could it be her?"

"You'll have to smell her to ascertain this, you cannot base it only on your feeling jealous towards Ronald Weasley."

"I'm doomed if it's her! She hates my guts and would never ever let me get close enough to her to smell her!"

"Well, you'll just have to use your wits and make it look like an accident." Narcissa suggested.

"And be nicer to her as well."

"No, she'll think it's a ploy!" said Draco melodramatically and desperately.

Narcissa, amused by her son's antics, said:

"Well, we're not eve 100% sure it's her yet. Maybe it's somebody else."

"Yeah, maybe it's one of your fellow Slytherin females! It's going to be a lot easier for you if it were one of them!

"But I really do hope it's not! I hate those fake, Pure-blood girls, who are only after my wealth, my good looks and my social status in the Wizarding world. Hermione will be a challenge for me, but she's worth it." said Draco defensively.

"So you do admit having a secret crush on her?"

"Yes, Mother. I do. But if she were my mate, she's going to make my life hell!"

"And we don't know anything yet about your mate. She's just one possible candidate, there are tons of other girls in this world!"

"But I secretly want her to be my mate, so I can use this excuse to pursue her romantically like I've always wanted to while she and I were at Hogwarts. And she can't say no to me if she is my one, can she?"

"Actually, yes she can, but she'll sentence you both to death if she did though."

"But I still don't know if it's her or not. And where do I start finding my mate?" Draco said desperately.

"You can start at work, in St-Mungo's. There are many Witches and Wizards in the Hospital!" Narcissa suggested.

"Yes, I'll try at work. And apart from being excessively jealous towards whoever who tries to win my mate's feelings, and she or her scent being irresistible to me, is there any other way to know it's her?"

"Or him. Yes, you will feel his or her pain, his and her joy. You'll feel everything he or she feels and, after making him or her yours, you'll be able to hear his or her innermost thoughts."

"So the Veela's mind, in this instance, me, will be connected to his or her mate's?"

"Exactly, Draco, through the Veela Bond after he or she accepted it." said Lucius fatally.

That night, before going into the land of dreams, he began to think more and more about this. It was a lot for him to swallow. All his life he thought his blood was one of the Purest of the Pure. Now he was tainted with Veela blood in him. Maybe his parents were joking with him? "No, if they were, they wouldn't be this serious with me and probably Father hid this fact for our family's sake during the war." He thought. And he wondered if his mate was Hermione Granger or not, the Muggle-born he loathed, harassed and taunted for 7 years. It was going to be impossible for him to convince her if she indeed were his mate.