Beautiful Eyes

"God," he groaned, turning away from me as he pulled at his hair. "What?" I found myself asking even if I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the answer. "I'm a Veela," he responded hurriedly, "And you're my Mate." "Well, if this is a confession session, I have one to make. I'm not really a Granger." This only got even more confusion. I was in serious trouble. Read and review.