(A/N) I am so terribly sorry that this isn't update isn't a new chapter, but rest assured, I am writing it at the moment. I was 'locked' out of the room we keep the computers in because my dad had the flu and had quarantined himself up there. Chapter three is in the works and there's more Draco and Ron encounters(I find those highly amusing to write). Thank you for staying with me and I'm SO sorry I haven't updated in a while.
(A/N) Thank you to everybody who read and reviewed the first chapter! Here is the second one, hope you enjoy it and sorry for taking so long to upload!
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In retrospect, I probably shouldn't've even gone into the compartment, but Hermione's scent was addicting, so I did. I should've known Weaselbee would be in there.
"Get your hands off my girlfriend, Malfoy," the Weasel yapped.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at the redheaded idiot.
"I am not your girlfriend, Ronald." she snapped, her statement making me relax a little. She still hadn't moved, allowing my arm to continue resting on her shoulders. "We broke up months ago, and you're just in denile."
Weaselbee turned red and glowered.
"But you're supposed to be pining after me!" he shouted, standing up.
Potter jumped to his feet as well, knocking Crookshanks and Arnold to the floor. Arnold began shrieking and whizzing about in frenzied circles while Crookshanks merely fixed his yellow eyes on the Weasel, glaring intensely. Naturally, I stood up as well, reluctantly removing my arm from Hermione's shoulders.
"Ron, we've talked about this-" Potter began, hesitantly glancing at me.
"Shut up, Harry, you know that Hermione's mine!" the Weasel yelled, moving forward to grab Hermione.
My Hermione.
I knocked his hand out of the way and shoved him back onto the seat.
"Get out, Luna," I growled, advancing on Weaselbee and pushing Potter behind me and out of my way. "Take Hermione and Potter and get out. I have some unfinished business with Weasel-King."
"Hey-" Potter tried to wriggle out of Luna's grasp, but she managed to pull him and Hermione out, casting a locking charm on the door, as well as a silencing one.
"What are you going to do now, ferret boy?" Weaselbee taunted, standing back up. He smiled smugly up at me and crossed his arms.
I returned his smile, though mine was much darker. I let my lips curl back over my teeth as my canines elongated again, revealing them to my prey. Weaselbee looked rather disturbed, and backed up until his back hit the window. I let out a feral snarl and grabbed the ginger prat's neck, lifting him off the ground and slamming him against the window, cracking it. Slightly worried that I might break it, I yanked Weasley away from the window and slammed him into the wall beside the door, growling as I did so.
"What's wrong with you?" the Weasel rasped, clawing at my hand. I laughed darkly, baring my fangs again and roaring so loud I doubted the silencing charm would silence it. Weasley cowered, turning his face away from me as I leaned closer, still growling.
"Stay away from her," I snarled through clenched teeth.
"Who?" Weasley gasped for air, as my palm was crushing his jugular.
"Hermione," I felt a tugging in my back, a sign that my wings wanted to burst out, but I kept them retracted.
"Why?" Weasley had the nerve to ask.
"Because she's mine," I hissed, slamming my other hand onto the stupid redhead's shoulder, snapping something and causing him to cry out in pain. "And I don't like it when someone takes something of mine."
Weasley nodded quickly, eager to escape his demise.
"O-okay," he said, breathless. "I won't. I'll s-stop, just let me go!"
I dropped him, snarling.
"You touch her again and I kill you, got it?" I bared my fangs and stuck my nose in his face.
Weasley nodded pathetically, whimpering from the pain in his shoulder ad sliding down to rest on the floor.
"Good," I straightened up, adjusting my robes and flattening my hair. Smirking in a condescending way, I leaned over to look at the ginger. "I'm glad we came to an understanding. Good day, filth."
I removed Luna's spells with a wave of my wand and exited the compartment, remembering something about a Head meeting before we arrived at school. I strutted down the passage, sniffing around for a wiff of Hermione's scent. I caught it quickly and followed it until it led me to the Head's compartment. I opened the door and walked inside, acting like I owned the place.
Hermione was sitting by the window, reading a book. She looked up when I came in and watched me as I sat down opposite her.
"See something you like, Granger?" I smirked, raising one of my perfect eyebrows.
She narrowed her eyes, but there was a slight flush to her cheeks that I found mouth-watering and also told me that my comment was spot on.
"Not in a million years, Malfoy," she replied sweetly, returning her eyes to her book, though seemingly not reading it.
"Are you quite sure about that?" I asked, inhaling the delicious scent she gave off. It was rather difficult to stay on my side of the compartment and not walk over to her and snog her silly.
She looked up and watched me warily, before turning back to her book.
"You aren't all that special," she said airily. I smirked, sensing that she was only lying to herself.
"Not special, huh?" I stood up and walked over to where she sat, the scent overpowering my rational mind and driving me to smell more of her. She looked up again, startled by my sudden closeness.
"Um, Malfoy?" she edged away, closing her book and setting it on the table by the window. "What are you-"
I didn't answer; my gaze dropped to her lips and I leaned forward, ready to kiss her. She slowly leaned forward too, her eyes fluttering shut and her rosy lips parting slightly. I growled possesively and grabbed the back of her head, crushing her lips to mine. Hermione's small, delicate hands found their way up to my jaw, gently tracing it and pulling my head closer to hers. The veela inside me was fighting for control, trying desperately to make me reveal myself to my mate, to let my wings burst out of my back and fold around Hermione, to kiss down her neck to where I would mark her and bite into her skin, connecting her to me forever.
This train of thought frightened me and I accidentally bit Hermione's lip, causing it to bleed. The moment her blood touched my tongue I went insane. Part of me wanted to taste more of the sweet liquid, and part of me wanted to run far, far away because of what I'd done.
Hermione acted first. She jerked away, putting her hand up to her lip and wiping the blood away. The small respite cleared her head apparently and she grabbed her book and ran out the door, leaving me confused and unsatisfied, the taste of her blood still lingering in my mouth.
I exited the Hogwarts Express feeling slightly down; I hadn't smelt any more of Hermione's scent. As I was approaching the carriages, a new scent hit me. This one was smelt like mountains and the air before a storm, with a faint hint of valley mist muting it.
"Draco!" called a male voice. I heard someone running and then a hand clapped me on the shoulder. "Hey, mate."
I turned slightly, coming face to face with Blaise. He grinned at me, removing his hand and walking towards the carriages.
"Are you excited about coming back?" he asked as we settled ourselves in the carriage along with Greg and Theo.
"I suppose," I replied, my mind still on the taste of Hermione's blood.
"I think he's a little preoccupied, Blaise," Theo said, sniggering. "Maybe he's thinking about Granger; after all, he did always have a crush on her, didn't he?"
"That's true, Theo," Blaise joined in laughing."Well, Draco?"
"Hm?" I glanced over at them, not really paying any attention.
"Are you daydreaming about Granger or what?" Theo smirked, leaning back in his seat. Theo had always been keen on annoying me back in the day, and apparently he hadn't stopped with that when we became friends.
"No," I said, twisting around to face them. "Not Granger."
It wasn't quite a lie. I had been thinking about Hermione, but in my head she was already Hermione Malfoy.
"Mmhm," Theo didn't looke convinced. "Then what was with that faraway look?"
"Not all faraway looks have something to do with Hermione, you know." I reminded him, rolling my eyes and turning back to the window.
"Ooh," Blaise giggled in a very girly way. "He called her Hermione."
Crap.
"So what?" I raised a brow. "You said it yourself, I've always liked her, haven't I?"
Theo glared, angry that his ploy to aggravate me wasn't working.
"Did you spend the train ride thinking about snogging her?" Blaise asked, a smirk on his face as well.
"No," I replied, sitting up straighter. "I spent in actually snogging her."
Blaise was silent.
"Wait, what?" Theo blinked in confusion. "Is that supposed to be a joke or are you serious?"
I narrowed my eyes.
"Would I joke about that?" I asked, my face serious. Theo scooted away slightly, looking disturbed.
"Of course you wouldn't," Greg rumbled, his deep voice resonating in the small space. "Not with something like this."
I frowned. Did Greg know about the veela stuff? A growl escaped my throat. Mother must've told him.
"Draco?" Blaise squeaked. "Why are you growling? How are you growling?"
"None of your bloody business," I muttered, closing my eyes. Unfortunately, when I did so, Hermione appeared in my mind, just as she was after our kiss. Hair ruffled, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. It wasn't really the best thing to think about when sitting in a small room with a bunch of dudes who were already way too intrusive in your love life.
What was worse was that I started purring too. Merlin save me.
The opening feast was as usual, the Sorting took place and we got several new Slytherins, though not as many as we used to, considering a lot of Death Eaters had been Slytherins and no one wanted to be assosciated with us lot. McGonagall gave the opening speech, which caused me to feel down, since I remembered all the speeches given by the late Professor Dumbledore at the start of term feast.
The food was fine, though I still couldn't get the thought of tasting Hermione's blood out of my mind. As I was trying to distract myself by thinking about Snape singing opera, McGonagall stood back up to announce something.
"As you all know," she began, adjusting her glasses as she spoke. "the last year you spent at Hogwarts you were under the power of Death Eaters, which is why you are required to return this year. This will count as the same year you were in last. For example, Miss Ginny Weasley was in her sixth year at the time the Death Eaters took over, and she will be repeating her sixth year under proper staff. Now, it is time to announce our Head Boy and Girl of the year. Miss Hermione Granger of Gryffindor, and Mister Draco Malfoy of Slytherin. Best of luck to all of you in the coming year. Now, of to bed!"
The Headmistress shooed us away and I stood up, preparing to go off in search of the Head Dorms. I was near the exit with I was stopped by the Longbottom boy.
"Er, Malfoy?" he asked, somehow still nervous even though he was a good two inches taller.
"Yes?" I raised my eyebrow in question.
"Congradulations on making Head Boy, I think it's good that it wasn't Harry or Ron." he held out his hand for me to shake. "Luna also asked me to ask you if you wanted to help her pick some Dirigible Plums this holiday."
I shook his hand, amused.
"Tell her I'll think about it," I smirked and walked away, out of the Great Hall and up the marble staircase.
I had almost made it to the third floor when a certain scent stopped me. Vanilla and strawberries, with the tiniest bit of rosemary and spring water. It was Hermione's scent.
But there was another scent mixed in with hers, something strong and bitter, and left a foul aftertaste in my mouth. Like mold and rot, clinging to the roof of my mouth and driving the sweet scent of Hermione out.
I growled, whirling and turning to follow the scent to wherever it was coming from. I tracked it to a closed classroom and I could smell something off about Hermione's scent, something not quite right…
Fear.
She was scared.
I snarled and threw the door open, finding something that enraged me all the more. Cormac McLaggen was trying to kiss my Hermione and wasn't taking any of my Hermione's not-so-subtle hints hat she didn't want to.
"McLaggen!" I snapped, garnering his attention.
He looked over at me, surprised.
"Malfoy?" he blinked, confused. "What're you doing in here?"
"I think the better question is what are you doing in here?" I narrowed my eyes, and I could feel my canines begin to lengthen into fangs.
"I'm just doing some extra studying with Miss Granger," the emphasis put on 'studying' sent me into a rage.
How dare he even think about touching my Hermione!
"Get out." I said in a low and deadly voice.
"What?" McLaggen didn't move.
"Get out." I repeated, this time more forcefully. I stalked forward, grabbing McLaggen by the throat and shoving him against the wall. "If I ever see you touch MY Hermione again, I will rip your head off."
I said the last part in a whisper so Hermione didn't hear. I dropped McLaggen and watched with pleasure as he ran out of the classroom like the devil himself was chasing him.
"What was that about?" Hermione asked, her hands on her hips in irritation.
"What, no 'thank you'?" I smirked, turning to face my mate. Had she always been that small? No wonder brutes like McLaggen tried to hurt her, she was tiny!
"I was doing fine on my own, for your information." she snapped, crossing her small arms across her chest.
"You were, were you?" I raised my eyebrow skeptically.
"Yes, I was!" Hermione replied indignantly. "I would have hexed him to next year if you hadn't intervened!"
"Before or after he snogged you?" my irriation was growing, though not with Hermione. I was mostly angry with McLaggen for touching her.
Hermione glared at me before storming out, leaving me alone and frustrated. I left the classroom feeling upset and wandered until I found the Head Dorms. Hermione must have already gone through, because her door was closed when I entered. I sighed and walked into my own room, collasping onto my bed in exhaustion.
Maybe tomorrow would be better.
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