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The Malfoy family hasn't fully seen the light. Draco Abraxas Malfoy, son of
Lucius Malfoy, lay on his large four poster bed welling and withering in pain. His mother, Narcissa Black Malfoy, sat by his side trying desperately to keep a damp cloth on his forehead. His body temperature had increased several Fahrenheit in the past hours. Today is not a day to celebrate even if it is Draco's seventeenth birthday. This day, Draco comes into his Veela inheritance, a gene passed along the males in the Malfoy family tree. What young man wants to enjoy a day where the only thing he feels is pain?
Narcissa thought back on a few days before this dreadful night had began. She had been sitting with Lucius, her mate, her beloved husband of twenty or so years. They were discussing the findings in the evening prophet. Several death eaters were put on trial and found guilty of many different crimes against wizarding society. Lucius was lucky to not be one of those death eaters. They will most likely get the kiss or be sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban. In the end, if it wasn't for Lucius quick and contemplative thinking about his family's welfare, he would've been in the process of incarceration. Not only had he switched sides but he became a spy and an order member. Of course, the other order members were skeptical about his change but Lucius knew well why he did. One of the main reasons was because he had found out about his son's mate for certain when Draco was in his fourth year.
He remembered that day well. Lucius and Draco were at Flourish and Blotts because Draco had received his textbooks/materials list from Hogwarts. Diagon Alley was very busy with young wizards and witches with their parents up and about in their day. While looking through the various textbooks for his courses Draco suddenly became stiff and looked to be in a sort of a daze for a few moments. He began to sniff or more like take lungful of the surrounded air into his nostrils. And every time he did, he had a look of satisfaction and pure pleasure on his face. He even whimpered a bit. Lucius of course knew very well the kind of reactions his son was having. There could only be one explanation and that was: his son's mate was very close.
"What is it Draco? Can you smell her or feel her?" Draco had a look of shock on his face when he turned to face his father.
Before he could answer his father's questions, "Yes, I do know all about your condition because it's a familial trait. In fact, I am very familiar with your condition because I have been one most of my life." Lucius explained.
"Father, you don't mean—"
"Yes, Draco I do mean the very creature itself. I am a Veela," He whispered so no eavesdroppers around could hear such valuable intellect of the Malfoy line. "And what you have just experienced is a reaction to your mate's presence."
Draco resembled a child at that moment listening intently and absorbing every word his father spoke. "You can't possibly mean that my mate is here because my senses are over reacting."
Lucius chuckled, clearly amused of his son's lack of understanding of this new revelation. "Of course, that's what I very well mean, boy. You shall know and recognize your mate by the age of 16 but you may be an early bloomer because you're only 14 years old." Lucius explained smirking.
Draco, only just learning this new fact about his family line, seemed lost. A Veela! Of all the creatures he had to be a Veela. He has only read and understood some part of this kind of creature from Hogwarts. If he remembered paying attention in Hagwid's class, Veelas are sensual, protective, jealous, possessive but loving creatures. They live to pleasure and fulfill the happiness of their mates. They worshipped the ground their mate walk upon. A male Veela's true form is a bird like creature. They usually reside to their true form if they feel threatened or if their mate is in danger or just simply angry. The creature has a sharp beak head and scaly wings. Poisoned thorns and spikes are located on the shoulders and can be shoot out. They are also able to throw fire emitted from their energized core throough their beaks. Veelas are known to be one of the very lethal and dangerous creatures. Though they may not be immortals, they are close to it.
Draco could only remember the basics of Veelas but he would soon ask his father for more information once they had the privacy of their home again.
"Draco, you should assemble your required textbooks now. After all, that is the reason why we came here in the first place." Lucius mentioned seeing the different expressions of worry and anxiousness on his son's features.
"Of course, father. I've only got one more textbook to retrieve from the second floor then I am finished." Draco said as he backed away from Lucius in order to reach the stairs to the second floor. Once he was upstairs, Draco saw the 'Golden Trio' in some corner huddling around a book. Then he smelled the distinct strawberry, vanilla smell again but this time the smell was so strong he was sure where it was coming from. It was coming from the Golden Trio, Ron Weasely, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. Surely, it can't be all three that smelled so wonderful. In an instant, he was able to pinpoint the smell to the brains and the bookworm of the trio, Hermione Jane Granger. As soon as he realized this new information, he stumbled on his steps and almost landed on very frightened 11 year old. He had to escape this place.
'Granger! is my mate. Surely there has to be a misunderstanding. It can't be. I loathe the girl but she smelled so delicious. She is a mudblood, below me. Below dirt! She cannot be her! Father has worked so hard to maintain the family legacy. He must help me with this!' He thought frantically as he gathered the last book as soon as he could and retreated back to where his father was patiently waiting.
Lucius knowing very well what exactly has been transpiring this day smirked at his son. "Is every alright, son?"
"No nothing is alright anymore. I just found out that my mate is 1/3 of the Golden Trio, the brains and the bookworm, Hermione Jane Granger. Father, what am I to do?" Draco blurted out to Lucius.
"You are to do nothing. Absolutely nothing right now but let us go home, your mother will want to know what had occured today." Lucius answered and Draco groaned.
Malfoy Manor can be described as a handsome manor house. It is surrounded by elaborate gardens, including several fountains. The manor is enclosed by wrought-iron gates that permit selected individuals to pass through. The interior is describes as "sumptuously decorated" by the lucky and the privileged wizards and witches who had had the honor to visit such a house. It includes ornate furnitures, marble fireplaces, and gilded mirrors. It has a large entrance hallway with portraits lining the walls and a stone floor mostly covered by a magnificent carpet. There are many bedrooms and bathrooms throughout the manor plus several sitting rooms, offices, and a couple of ballrooms for the lavish parties thrown each year. The Malfoy library, known to contain more books and more priceless materials than Hogwarts Library itself, is located on the first floor connected to the second main sitting room. The great kitchen of the manor is located downstairs underneath the first floor, taking up the whole floor. The main gate and door have the Malfoy crest encrusted on them. Vast land surrounds the manor. On the back land ¼ of a mile away from the house, there exist a Quidditch field, the finest Quidditch field money can build and afford. But the most beautiful feature of the manor is Haven lake, located in the northeast part of land. Malfoy manor has been passed from generations to generations from father to son thus, the history of the manor is undeniably great.
Draco and Lucius arrived home late in the afternoon to find Narcissa in one of the sitting rooms on the second floor connected to the master bedroom in the West Wing. She was awaiting their arrival while reading a book. From afar Lucius was admiring his beautiful yet elegant wife. Narcissa was indeed beautiful. Her long, beautiful blond hair reached the middle of her small back. She had the face a goddess and a body that was as fit. Lucius, a veela himself, was also handsome. He looked as young as the day he married her. He had all his strength and stamina still.
Once she noticed her two men standing in the doorway she all but glided over to them. She gave her son a kiss on his forehead and kissed Lucius on the lips gracefully. "Darling, I missed you. How did everything go?"
"Cissa, my dear, everything went as it should." Lucius answered his wife. Narcissa knowing Lucius very well knew something had occurred so she simply stared at her husband for him to continue.
"Well, Draco found out the identity of his mate earlier today. And he—" Draco who had been standing quietly listening to his parents finally spoke as he and his father moved into room with Narcissa.
"And, I am most certainly not happy about who she is. She is a mudblood mother, the mudblood Hermione granger, Potter's and Weasely's friend. She cannot be my mate!"
"Draco, darling you will not speak so lowly of your mate" Narcissa said softly but menacingly.
"Mother, you can't seriously be on her side. I am the one suffering here. She's not worthy of me." He stated to his mother.
Lucius who had been cut off by Draco earlier all but smirked because he knew his son would not be able to win. Narcissa and he had a very good idea of whom Draco's mate would turn out to be. In Draco's third year he came back home scarred for life because as he had elegantly put it, he was slapped by Potter's mudblood. He went on mumbling and cussing the Granger girl forever. It was then Narcissa and Lucius knew for sure only a mate can produce such a reaction from their son. It was also then they began to really examine and contemplate about the future. With the war looming over them, and Lucius being Voldemort's right hand man, they certainly had to rethink the future. Their son's welfare and happiness came first than some halfblood lunatic beliefs. After all, they were Slytherins to the core. They had made a silent pact that they would turn out to be on the winning side and the side that would be most beneficial to their family. That was Hermione Granger's light side. Eventually they would reside to going to Dumbledore and explaining their situation to him would surely earn them a spot in the Order of Phoenix. The Malfoy heir would be safe hence the Malfoy family line.
Narcissa was also jumping up and down on the inside because her son would have such a wonderful, noble, courageous yet an intelligent witch for a mate. Ms. Granger was also beautiful because Veelas may be beautiful creatures themselves but they are also known to attract the most beautiful and strong mates in their generation. Draco may not see her beauty now but he will soon. It's only a matter of time.
"Draco, dear she is worth everything because she will bring you happiness just as Lucius and I have been happy." Narcissa responded as she moved towards the green sofa she had been sitting on.
"Your mother is correct, son. She will bring you great happiness. Treat her right and she will be yours forever. When you do go back to school this year you will stopped the tormenting. If you can't do that then stay away from her. I understand with the ideals your mother and I brought you up, you loathe the young woman but there has to be exceptions. And she is most certainly an exception because she is yours. Is that understood, Draco?" Lucius finished sternly.
"Yes, but father, are you willing to drop everything right now with Lord Vold…because of this...girl?" He asked choosing to call Granger girl instead of mudblood in front of his parents.
"Yes." He stated simply. Draco couldn't cogitate anything to say to his parents. He was to stay away from the girl because surely he couldn't stop tormenting her. He hated her still even if she was his destined mate. A Malfoy always do as he pleased. So he would take in some of his father's advice but there was no way he would stopped tormenting her completely.
"Now, I suggest you go up to your room to rest before dinner because your heightened senses can take a toll on your body because you haven't gone through your Veela transformation." Lucius added moving towards his wife in order to sit with her on green sofa.
"Yes, father. I have a lot of questions, when will they be answered?" Draco asked his parents.
They both answered "soon." "After dinner come to my office and I will try and answer your questions. For now, go and rest." Lucius said as he dismissed his son.
"Thank you." Draco said as he made his way out of the sitting room and through a series of hallways he arrived to his bedroom in the East wing. He had a long day and it looked as if he was going to have some long years ahead. Hermione had no idea what her fate would turn out to be. He won't tell her anything once he's back at school. He'll continue the tormenting but on the down low. He didn't want his parents to find out but he wanted to keep a reputation amongst the Slytherins for now. After all many of them have parents who are under Lord Voldemort's control. So, it wouldn't do any good to start being nice to the mudblood granger. The image of hating mudbloods or one particular mudblood must be kept up.
After dinner, Draco found himself in the west wing of the manor standing in front of his father's office. He had many questions reeling in his mind and he wanted some answers. After a moment or two of pause, he knocked on the long post door of dark wood.
"Come in. Have a seat." Lucius said with his back to Draco
Draco sat in the seat in front of his father's desk. "Now, what are your questions?" Lucius asked turning to face him
"I know the basics about Veelas and my first question would be, when do I go through my Veela transformation?" Draco asked looking for his father to answer the question that has been reeling his mind.
"You become an adult at the age of 17 in the wizarding world so you will go through your transformation on your 17th birthday. It's a very painful transformation because your body has to transform in order to accommodate your new bones."
"Oh, I am looking forward to that." Draco commented sarcastically. "I know all about what my true form will be like but what about my mate? I believe there is a bond that has to be made after the transformation?"
"Yes, you will have to mark her or bite her after your transformation then the bond. The bond will be an act of mating." Lucius said clearing his throat and turning a bright shade of red. Draco looked furious and tried to speak, his lips quivering into a scowl. "Try not to interrupt when I speak Draco. As I was saying, yes, there is bond and the bond is for you and your female to mate. You cannot commit any form of adultery or any other acts that can hurt her. She will be yours to cherish and to protect. The bond is as good as a wizarding marriage and more."
Draco calmed down a bit but he was still furious indicated with an even nastier scowl. He couldn't believe how much his life was about to change.
"I understand father but I feel helpless, I didn't ask for any of this. The gene that has been passed along in the family line is a burden to me." Draco said explaining his feelings.
"Son, you must see the brighter side of this. I will help you through all of this. You and Narcissa are my life and loved ones. I would do anything in this world to protect what is mine. The first thing is to make sure that we as a family come out of this war on the winning side." Lucius stood up and walked over to Draco.
"Thank you, father." Draco said feeling more as eased knowing his family would be okay. "And you do what you have to do to see us come out unscathed." He added as he also stood.
"Now did you have any other questions? About what will it be like for you?"
"I understand Veelas are possessive, jealous or protective creatures, when will I feel these feelings towards my mate?" he asked looking paler at every word.
Seeing his son's growing distress, Lucius placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You will feel these strong feelings towards her anytime before your transformation but after that you will still be protective of her."
"Are you saying that these feelings will never cease?"
"Yes, it's natural to feel protective of your mate, son. I love your mother dearly and if another man were to even touch her, I think I would go mad." Lucius answered with a stern tone. "I live to make her happy just as she lives to make me happy. My Veela magic chose her as my mate because she is my equal in every way, we were meant to be."
"Father, what if my mate doesn't want to comply with me at all, not even to make the first mark on her let alone the bond? What happens to me?" He almost didn't want to hear the answer.
Lucius looked at his son and knew the answer he was going to give him would not be welcomed. "A Veela goes insane and eventually dies of a broken heart if their mate rejects them. But have no fear because ancient wizarding laws concerning Veelas are on your side. She will have no choice but to let you mark her and bond with her."
Draco who had been holding his breath let out a long sigh. At least the law was on his side for once. Granger would have no choice but to accept him. He liked this idea very much. If he was to suffer, so would she.
"I see. I will also know when I need to complete everything?" He asked again.
"You will know. I believe you will start pining for her as soon as your transformation is done.
"Your need for her will increase. She will be the only one who can help you." Lucius answered preparing for his son's reaction.
"Oh Merlin, can anything else go wrong in my life." He sighed. "Thank you, father, for answering my questions. I will be leaving for the train in the next two days."
"Very well Draco. Remember all I've said." Lucius said moving back into his office's desk.
Narcissa, seeing her son in pain, broke her heart. It was well past seven in the evening. Lucius had stepped in a few times to check on them but he wouldn't stay long because he couldn't bear to see his son going through what he had been through. Draco had grown into an exceptional young man. After the war and the fall of Voldemort in his mid seventh year by the trio and the order, he was under Lucius wing to be taught the family business which includes every kind of business in the wizarding society. Standing at six foot three and having the body of Quidditch player, the face of a young lord, the ladies were definitely after him. He had the wealth, his own money to live several lifetimes comfortably. He is very intelligent and cunning not to mention his irresistible charm. The only thing that hadn't been attractive is the way he had been declaring his freedom. He has been going out with friends to many parties. He drank and slept with many women but when the party was over he'd sulked in his room for days, his anger getting the best of him. She was the reason. He could feel her now and so the pining had begun.
"Could Pinky be getting anything else for young master Draco?" the small elf who had popped into the room asked.
"I would you like you to summon my husband for me." Narcissa answered.
"Yes, me lady." He answered and disappeared with another pop.
"Mother…please make it go away. It's too much! I need her." Draco tried to speak as the pain had increased tenfold as he was going through the last of it.
"I'm here, Draco. She will be here soon; your father is on his way." Narcissa answered with a lie as she moved closer to him.
Lucius feeling his wife's distress again moved quickly toward Draco's bedroom door. "Cissa, what is it?" he moved into the room as quickly as possible to hear and get a better view of them.
"Lucius, he needs her to be here. I know that she has no clue of what's been happening but he needs her to survive the last of it." She answered as she began to cry again.
"Shh, my sweet, everything will be okay. I will do whatever it takes to acquire Ms. Granger. Let me summon Severus."
Lucius had summoned Severus Snape, Draco's godfather and the potions' professor at Hogwarts. "Is he getting better Lucius?" Severus asked his long time friend with worry in his voice.
"No, he is at his worse. He needs her. And I shall get her with your help." Lucius answered with a slight gleam in his eyes.
Hermione Granger, the war hero, the brains and the bookworm of the golden trio, graduated Hogwarts on time with her two best friends Ron Weasely and Harry Potter. They had spent most of their school years searching for hocruxes. Just out of Hogwarts, she already had a job at the ministry working as the assistant director of Muggle Relations. She loved her new job; she's been working for four months now and her boss thinks she's doing a better job than her predecessor. Harry and Ron, they have been more than supportive. They themselves are currently working on becoming aurors. She missed them terrible. She hardly sees them nowadays. She has been really busy with the job and her arranging her belongings in her new flat. As soon as everything is done with the flat, she will ask the boys to come over for dinner but first she must get around to clearing up her schedule. It's little past eight and she was still at the office.
Finally deciding she had been there long enough, Hermione decided it was time to go home. She got up and was ready to make her way to the floo but suddenly stopped in her tracks because of a knock on the door.
'Who could it be at this late hour? I sent George home already so he didn't have to wait on me all day.' She grabbed her coat and purse and the huge file and moved towards the door.
"Hello Ms. Granger." "Ms. Granger, how are you this evening?" Snape and Lucius mouthed and nodded as they greeted Hermione.
"Oh!" Hermione replied because she had not been expecting anyone let alone Mr. Malfoy and Professor Snape at this late hour at her office. "I mean…How can I help you gentlemen?"
Lucius chose to answer. "We would like for you to come with us right now."
Hermione gave both of them a look over to make sure they were really there. Then a skeptical look glazed over her visage. "And, may I ask why?"
Again Lucius chose to answer. "My son needs your assistance Ms. Granger, his life depends on it. Please, come with me...now."
"You need my help or your son needs my help but I won't budge till I know why and then I will make a decision." Hermione answered truthfully shifting her weight her right foot.
"There is no time for this." Snape finally spoke up. He grabbed her upper arm then whispered something until Hermione began to feel unconsciousness and fell limp in his arms.
Lucius, who just witnessed this, smirked. "I was afraid it would come down to that. Narcissa won't be too happy about her kidnapping."
The two men and the unconscious woman made their way to the floo and were able to arrive at Malfoy manor directly into one of the sitting rooms in the East wing. They wasted no time and moved quickly towards Draco's bedroom.
Draco who had been sweating and thrashing on the bed suddenly became calm and calmer. He started to sniff the air. Then he smelled that distinct smell again. He wanted to get up and run towards the source of that smell. He already felt a million times better.
"Mother, she is here. I can feel her and her scent, her scent is all over." Draco said excitedly.
"Oh, then she must be—"
"Cissa, my love, is Draco doing better?" Lucius asked as he walked in through the door leaving Snape outside.
"Yes? But where is she?" she asked moving to her husband.
"Oh father! You smell just like her. She must be here. I need her." Draco explained.
Just then Severus walked in after deciding it's best not to carry a Veela's mate but instead he used a levitation spell to move Hermione inside. Everyone turned to see Hermione being levitated inside. The room suddenly got really quiet and all eyes were on Draco. He moved towards the body floating in mid air and held out his arms to carry her himself.
"Cara." He breathed as he ran his thumb across Hermione's cheek. He didn't notice his parents and his godfather when they made their way out of his room. He also didn't notice when his father whispered something along the line of to be very gentle with Hermione. He moved to the bed and laid her on the left side and climbed on the other side. He now took the time to admire her. She had grown into a beautiful young woman. She was wearing a baby blue blouse and a gray pencil skirt. Her hips flared out beautifully in the skirt. Her breast, he noticed, had also grown. They were slightly larger than the last time he remembered but still perfect. He smiled at the thought of finally being able to touch them and feel them. He legs were long even though she was on the short side compared to him maybe 5'6" but the little heels she wore didn't do her legs justice.
Her face was more beautiful than ever. She didn't have a model's face no she had something better. She had an angelic face. It was soft and very angel like: a button nose, big coffee brown eyes, long eyelashes that bowed elegantly on her cheeks. The feature that stood out to him the most was her lips and everything about her lips: the shine to them, the pink color to them, and the shape. Her small lips had a little pout, perfect, he thought. He admired every inch of her body and he couldn't find one flaw. He was in a state of bliss right now. He was going through the last of his Veela transformation and he couldn't feel any pain anymore because she was here. She soothed every pain he had endured this day. It was like he never went through anything. He would go to sleep now and wish tomorrow would be a better day because he suddenly had to urge to shag her brains out but she was unconscious.
Sometime in the early morning, Hermione awoke to find herself in a grand and elaborately decorated masculine bedroom. She felt something warm next her and a hand that was loosely rested around her middle. One her vision fully adjusted, she almost jumped off the bed in a hurry to get away from the very male body next her.
"Ahhh!" she screamed as she quickly moved off the bed but ended in toppling off. "Malfoy! Is that you? What am I doing here? And why were we in the same bed, you-?" she stopped and placed a hand over her mouth covering her shock.
Draco woke up hearing Hermione screaming at him. He moved so he could sit up a bit. He was not ready to see her like this. She was wearing nothing but a negligee that was a little above her knee. His erection sprang up to life at that moment and all he could see was Hermione under him moving with his pace, with each of his thrust. "Where are my clothes!" she added looking right at him demanding an answer.
He moved so fast to her that she didn't see any of his movements. He pinned her on the lush carpet with her hands being held up above her head with his left hand and his right hand holding the nape of her head. He breathed her scent in. "I want you. No, I need you now." His need for her had escalated overnight. He had to mark her and make her his forever even without her consent. After all, the law was on his side for once.
Hermione couldn't make out any of his words. She was being held against her will and now struggling to get away from him. He had intimidating strength. "Let go of me Malfoy! What are you doing?" She tried again to kick him but failed.
Draco didn't hear her complaints. He simply began to lower his head to those lips that have withstood so many banters with him. Then he captured her lips in one deep kiss. "Merlin, you taste exquisite, love." He said through the kiss. Feeling her distress, he was disappointed in her lack of response to his need for her. He let out pheromones in the air.
She tried to struggle against his lips but she just couldn't match his strength. One moment she was fighting to get away, and another moment she was feeling anew lust towards him. So, she deepened the kiss even more. Their tongues dance around each other's mouth until Hermione moaned and Draco growled.
Draco began to descend on the kiss to her cheeks then down to her chin and her neck. All the while she was withering under him but in pure pleasure. That's all he ever wanted, he thought. He stopped his kisses in order to really look at her. He was a very lucky man to have this witch under him in such a state, he thought as she blushed under his feral gaze. "Merlin, I am going to rip you apart." He breathed as he gathered her in his arms to move to the bed.
In Hermione's state, she had no idea what he was about to do. All she knew that she had to have him on top of her because she desperately needed the release. "Yes! Malfoy, I want you to rip me apart."
"Don't worry love, I will but call me Draco." He said gently. In one swift movement he ripped the negligee apart. He half moaned and half growled at the sight in front of him. Her body was perfect. Her breasts were the perfect size for her small frame. He ran his hands on her curves towards her breasts and cupped both of them in each hand. "Hmm, Maaallfoyyy." She moaned in pleasure as he did.
He lowered his head to them and began to suck gently. If he wasn't careful he would lose control and come too early. He had to please this woman for she wasn't just any woman. He took his finger and flicked it gently on her nub and he was rewarded with a throaty moan.