Well…this title is only temporary until I can come up with a better one. If u have any suggestions... I'd love em.

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I never asked to be a Veela. I never really wanted to be one. Well that's a lie. I wouldn't mind having everyone falling at my feet. But I never really considered the consequences of having that power. Like the saying is, you can't have your cake and eat it too. Even though, in a way, I did have my cake; a delicious chocolate cake with 'Happy Birthday Draco' on it. That was about 4 weeks ago at my birthday party. The Slytherin's threw it for me. Well, correction, Blaise, Pansy, Jason, Crabbe, Goyle, and Jess threw it for me. The others just hung around for some cake and maybe a little raise in social status. Unfortunately for them, all they got was cake.

I guess I always knew I was a Veela; there was just no actual proof. I mean, come on, how many non Veela do you know that have white-blonde hair? Honestly. Then there were the signs; the heightened senses and all that jazz. You would think I would notice if my vision was a lot quicker than it use to be. I caught the snitch right away during practice. Not to mention all my other senses. The hairs on my neck rose when Pansy was a good 50 yards away from me. That gave me a good head start.

Anyways, after my birthday party, I'm now 17; I had this odd quivering in my stomach. It had sort of a pull on me and tugged me towards something unknown to me. I went up to my room early, skipped the truth or dare game, and lay on my bed. I heard the door creep open and Jess came in. She asked if I was okay. Jess and I had known each other for a while. Her family wasn't exactly death eaters, but they followed Voldemort. She was Jason's sister and somehow they were in the same year. I didn't know if they were twins or what. All I know is they were related.

I shrugged and rolled on my side. I knew she wouldn't give up until she got straight answer though.

"You seem…distant." I vaguely wonder why in Merlin's beard she's in Slytherin. Anyone else in my house would have just shrugged it off and left me. Then again she was never like anyone else. While the rest of us hurled insults (and occasionally objects) at the Gryffindor's, she would shake her head and walk off like we were acting immature or something.

"I'm not distant. I'm just tired." I muttered sleepily.

"I doubt it." I could practically hear her eyes rolling. "Why aren't you downstairs? It is your party after all."

"I don't know. I'm not in the mood."

"You've been 'not in the mood' a lot lately." I turned to her with my eyebrow raised.

"Really now?"

"Well, from the way Parkinson is sulking around and jumping into anyone's lap... One would have to assume." my head fell back onto the pillow. But I wasn't sleepy at all. I was wide awake.

"Why do the stupid stairs let girls come up here? They could rape us in our sleep for all they know."

"I wouldn't put it past some of us. You might want to wear a chastity belt or something Draco. You are one of the most sought-after guys in Hogwarts." I had to smirk at that.

"Leave me alone Jess. I'm not feeling good."

"Fine, Draco. But I'm going to tell everyone down there that you're up here sulking about because you didn't get what you wanted for your birthday." she snickered to herself.

"What would that be." I was face down in the pillow and was surprised she heard me.

"Granger." and she ran out of the room leaving me to shiver in disgust.

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The next morning, I woke up late and ended up putting my pants on backwards. Don't ask how, I just did. So I had to run to the toilets before Transfiguration started. When I got there, two seats were available. There was one next to Potter, god forbid, and one next to Granger. I decided to sit on the desk in front of Granger. I really didn't feel like sitting next to either of them so I just sat there. The mudbloods face was rather amusing. She shifted all her stuff from the desk onto her lap and scooted her chair as far back as she could go without tipping it over. And me, not being able to resist, place my finger on the tip of her nose and pushed her back just a little more.

THUD "Malfoy!"

"Yes, love?" I smirked down at her. Oh goodness... her skirt. Apparently that thing muggles call gravity was still working. I had a perfect view of Grangers tiny black knickers. Oh, bad Granger, wearing something so kinky. And to Transfiguration class to? Tisk Tisk.

"Lovely choice, Granger. Something tells me McGonagall won't be too happy about that though." She looked quizzically at me then glancing down she realized. Her face turned redder than Weasley's hair. I was surprised the Weasel hadn't interjected yet. I glanced around the room looking for him. He was near the back chatting up some blonde. I turned to Potter who was busy staring at his desk to notice anything.

"Trouble with your boyfriends, mudblood?" I sneered at the girl who was frantically getting up and pushing her skirt back down. Shame really… she had nice legs for someone who's skirt goes past her knees. She lifted her head to glare at me and my stomach flopped. I have no idea why but thank Merlin the old bat walked in at that point.

"Sit down now and we will begin. Mr. Malfoy get yourself off of my desk immediately." I hopped down and sat next to Granger who had her hands placed calmly in her lap and all of her attention was on the Professor. I mimicked her all class. When she raised her hand I did too, answering in an annoyingly cheery voice. She would glare at me every time I did and I would smirk at her. Needless to say, she was pretty furious with me by the end of class. McGonagall told Granger to stay after class. I took my time packing up my things, hoping to hear the mudblood's lecture. All I heard was whispers. I 'accidentally' ran into Granger in the corridor.

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

"Nothing, just wondering what you did to piss off Potter. I think I might start asking you for notes." She smiled wryly and I was surprised.

"I haven't done anything to Harry if that's what you're asking." She's lying I know she is. She's playing that 'I'm a girl therefore I'm right' card.

"Well then, what did he do?" She walked faster, clearly trying to get away from me. Please Granger, I have longer legs than you do. This is a normal pace for me.

"None of your business, Malfoy" I grabbed her arm and spun her around. Leaning so my lips where right next to her ear I whispered. "Its entirely my business."

She jerked her arm away and my body instantly felt colder than ever. "Sod off, ferret." She turned on her heel and strode outside. I arched my eyebrow as I saw her sway her hips more than she normally did. At about that moment the hairs on the back of my neck rose and I shivered. Pansy.

It was one of those slow motion moments. I turned my head and Pansy lunged at me and knocked me to the ground.

"Hi Draco," she purred into my ear. I grimaced as she leaned down to kiss me. I shoved her off of me and raced through my mind for an excuse.

"I have to work on a big project for Flitwick." And I ran towards the library. I heard her holler that we didn't have a project but at this point I didn't really care. I just wanted to get away from her.

I wander around the castle for a few minutes, enjoying the peace and quiet. Everyone else was in class, but I didn't really find any need to go to potions class. Since Snape was my god father, he didn't mind that I skipped class once or twice as long as I passed. Besides, all he was doing was lecturing the class on why smoke bombs don't belong in the school. Some idiot Hufflepuff had decide to pull a prank last week now the entire school had to suffer for it. I found my way outside and headed towards the lake. What better place to sit and unwind?

I sat myself on the damp grass and stared off into space. Potter's retched face popped into my mind and I sneered and thought of something else. The Weaslette, who had surprisingly blossomed this summer, was looking pretty damn enticing. Well, well. Speak of the little demon herself. It looks like someone's skipping class with her goody, goody friends. Her and two of her friends were laying across the lake talking and giggling. I decided to pick on them a bit.

"Hullo." I purred once I stood over them. They looked at me wide-eyed and scrambled to get up and away from me. One of them looked at me in a bizarre way. It took me a second to realize that look in her eyes. Oh yeah, she wants me. I guess she was pretty. She had long black hair and boring brown eyes. She might be good for a quick fling.

I flashed a coy smile at her and she blushed. Aw how cute. Not nearly as cute as Granger when she blushes. Wait. WHAT! I shook my head. Jesus, what an odd thought. The girl's were walking away from me now with the exception of the one. She batted her eyelashes and I slipped my smirk on. I sat on the grass and patted the spot next to me and chuckled when she obediently sat down.

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