Title: Beauty and the Veela

Author: dramioneinlove

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Ronald Weasley/Lavender Brown

Prompt #: Number 13

Rating: NC-17 (M)

Word Count: around 17.700

Summary: He's a Veela, she's his mate. All should go fine, the fairy tale should end well. Except that things are far from that easy. And in hope to win his mate over to him, he must first end the terrible curse that makes a Beast of him...Freely Inspired from "Beauty and the Beast". My submission for Do-Me-Veela fest on LJ.

Warning(s): Profanity, Minor Character Death, Explicit Sexual Situations

Beta: hpbeta

Disclaimer: This piece of art or fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offence is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.

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Once Upon A Time...

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Bellatrix's red, glossy lips twisted into some kind of sick smirk. Immediately, Narcissa and Lucius were wary. Narcissa Malefoy stood before the crib, adorned with pretty white curtains, as if to protect her sleeping baby, and Lucius took up a defensive stance between his wife and her sister.

"I understand," said Narcissa in a soothing voice to Bellatrix, hands turned up in peace. "You have every right to be furious that I didn't invite you to the party following Draco's birth. I'm so, so sorry, Bella."

Bellatrix cast her younger sister a cold gaze through half-hooded eyes and twirled her wand between her fingers.

"You still managed to invite our traitor sister Andromeda, did you not?" she asked in a soft, menacing voice.

Lucius took a step forward to his sister-in-law and retorted icily,

"Understand us, Bellatrix. You have been yearning for a child for years now. You were furious when Cissy announced that she was pregnant. We couldn't put Draco to risk. You are furious, we know that, but we had every right to be wary. If ever you turned mad and made a scene..."

"I see," stated Bellatrix coldly. "You didn't want me near him. You thought that your mad sister would hurt him, so you cast me aside. Me, Cissy. Your sister, your friend, your confident."

"Please, Bella, calm down," pleaded softly Narcissa.

"Well, I may or may not have thrown a deadly tantrum if you'd invited me, Cissy, but as it is, you are a traitor to me," cut Bellatrix. "And all crime deserves punishment."

She turned her eyes to the crib. Narcissa's own eyes widened.

"You wouldn't...you won't touch him! Your nephew...my son!"

"I truly wouldn't have touched Draco, my sister's son," replied Bellatrix in a freezing tone, licking her lips, "but you know that I will hurt Draco, my traitor sister's son."

"If you ever touch my son, so Merlin help me..." bellowed Lucius, leaping forward.

Before he knew it, Bellatrix's wand cut through the air and the moment after, both Narcissa and Lucius Malefoy were bound on the floor, disarmed, at her feet. She smirked coldly.

"You mad creature!" screeched Lucius, eyes turning dark in fury. "All that for a bloody carton..."

"By not inviting me, Bellatrix Lestrange, you humiliated me in front of the whole Wizarding society," claimed Bellatrix, brow furrowing in anger. "That is no petty thing."

She stepped to the crib, looking down in distaste. A tiny child was fast asleep, pale blond hair adorning his beautiful features.

"Such a beautiful infant," muttered Bellatrix. "He looks like an angel. No, what am I saying? He looks like a blasted Veela."

She grinned in Lucius' direction.

"I do believe, Lucius, that Veela blood runs in the Malfoy family for a while now? I even heard that it's taken on quite a funny pattern. It jumps a generation, doesn't it? So, Abraxas, your own father, came into his Veela heritage. You didn't. Your son will, though."

She stopped for a moment, a mad plan coming to her, then smiled.

"A Veela has a mate, doesn't it? Even part Veelas like Draco do. And to attract his mate he'll need everything his heritage throws at him. Namely, beauty. Sex appeal. Charm. I wonder if Draco would manage to survive his twenty-fifth birthday without his mate? No, of course not. Veelas come to their heritage on their twentieth birthday. If by age twenty-five they haven't mated, they die, right?"

She was grinning madly now.

"Oh, this is too good to be true. Plus, it is lyrical. I wasn't there for his birth but I'll live and die knowing his death is on me. Now, to ensure his mate will never and I mean ever fall for him, well, I'm sorry to say that I'll have to remove his remarkable Veela beauty when he comes into his heritage. No woman would fall for a man who resembles a beast, even if he's a nice character. A curse would do that nicely."

Laughing now, she whipped her wand out and pointed it upon Draco's tiny head, muttering away. Slowly, the child's body wrapped in gold light, then all faded away, leaving him as innocent, pretty and sleepful as he was before.

Bellatrix stepped away from the crib, giggling, and looked at a crying Narcissa and a yelling Lucius.

"That'll do the trick. As soon as Draco comes into his heritage, he'll turn into such a monstrous creature that he won't even be able to have a walk outside without people trying to kill the awful, ugly beast he will be. He'll never find his mate and even if, he'd die because she wouldn't want him. However, fret not. I have left him a tiny chance. If he manages the feat to get his mate to love him, then he will turn back to his beautiful self. Of course I left him a chance. He is my nephew after all. I'm not cruel."

With a peal of high-pitched laughter at her joke, Bellatrix flounced out of the room, her black robes billowing in her wake.

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Author's Notes:

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