Unwritten

"He'd always known that hair. He'd stared at it, he'd jinxed it, one memorable day he'd gotten his wand, his hand, and a good portion of his arm, stuck in it. But for the first time he was overcome with a longing to touch it. To touch her. To reach out to her and pull her towards him." A lovely little romance about a young Veela and the mate he never expected.