Lust, Potions and a Veela
By: Aradia9
Summary: Draco is a Veela and finds out his mate is the worst kind. How will we swoon her? What will he do to find the love hidden inside her? (7th year and AU)
Bold Italics - Letters
Italics- Thoughts
AN: Alright everyone, you are all totally allowed to want to disembowl me or something to that agonizing extent for leaving this for almost A FULL YEAR not updated. I sincerely apologize to all my readers who have stuck by and continued to read despite my drama. Last year, was ultimately hectic and put me through almost a full year of blockage, well I've gotten myself back together and my writing should be coming back in full force. So please check back and look at my other stories as they should be starting up once again. Oh! One more thing, I'm also on FictionPress and should be cracking on a new story for that one as well, so do me a favor and look at that, and tell me who you are if you review. Thanks and all my love. Aradia9
Chapter 2 - Consequential Cravings
It had been a whole twelve hours since Draco had been fondling his mate, none other than who he referred to as the "filthy mudblood" Hermoine Granger, and his heart wrenched as he thought of the mere insult he used on her so inconsequentially. Running his large hand through the platinum locks he glanced across the classroom, which was currently potions, to see Granger working steadily with Potter and Weasely to make a reverse potion for some curse. He had lost attention a long time ago, when his erection was pulsing in his pants and the sweet scent of vanilla and lavender wafted across the room. His hand balled into a fist as he watched Granger giggle and work happily, her current boyfriend was Ron Weasely, disgusting pure blood who couldn't curse anything. He was picturing the sweet murder he wished to committ on the red haired male that was trying to complete the potion without the aid of his girlfriend, with some kind of valor that he was failing miserably in attempting. Looking to Professor Snape, they met matching cold eyes and Draco began to feign interest in what they were doing and noted that Snape was heading over to give Potter and Weasely detention no doubt. Reclining back he finished up the potion with the others and then managed to sneak a glance back at where Granger was sitting, reading up on something, her slender finger reaching back to tuck a lock of honey behind her ear. He internally groaned at the temptation that he was feeling and closed his eyes tight, he couldn't concentrate properly.
"Draco... If you want we can go back to the common room. I know you were annoyed yesterday, but I can make it worth your while." Pansy dripped lust in his ear and he almost gagged with revulsion, she wasn't the one he wanted, so he shook his head and watched her huff.
"Potter, Weasely, if there is anything I can't stand more than watch the two of you attempt to pass my class. It's watching you fail miserably at it in the process." His nasaly tone rang like a gong in the two boys heads, and watching them cringe was satisfying a certain male across the room to no end. His jade eyes darted to Hermoine, who was about to interject when Snape's hand shot up and she bowed her head immediately. Granger was always the type to never try to fight against Snape, she had been trying for years and it had been futile. What was amazing him right now is watching Snape's large cauldron began to tilt back and forth on his table, Draco's eyes shot back to Hermoine and she was staring at her book but he knew it was her. A moment later the cauldron plummeted to the floor and spilled everywhere, illiciting screams from the students and an uproar, Snape's repitoire was ended immediately as the students scrambled out of the room. Fury was masked on his face and his eyes were darting for the golden trio, they were long gone and heading down the corridors as if riding a Nimbus 3000. Draco grabbed his things with ease and made no notion to help out his Headmaster and strolled out of the classroom, more time for him to pick things out.
"The last thing I need is Professor Snape thinking it was Harry or Ron, I'll have to figure out a way to avade this." Hermoine's thought shot into his mind, and anxiety binded his chest, the emotion was so strong and it hard for him to breathe, but he kept his composure and increased his steps. He knew she would be heading to the library, it was the only place she really went besides the Gryffindor common room, so he made haste to get there before her so that they could talk again. The anguish that was tearing at his chest had not been subdued since their encounter last night, and his body was craving. His mind seared as he saw flashes of images in his head and it was of different images, Hermoine of him in passionate sex, kissing, laughing. He paused down one of the majestic corrirdors and had an epiphany of sorts, that was Hermoine's mind seizing him. Grinning viciously, he decided that it would be only fair to send her something back, knowing that she would feel something. Sex, sex and more sex is what he sent her and he knew as she walked into the library she would try to keep her flushed face a secret.
Turning down another hallway, he watched her almost run into the library and he snickered furiously, this would be much more fun than he had ever imagined. He could smell her scent as well as her sexual craving, it was a sweeter scent, like a pure nectar that could only come from rare flowers. It made his pants tight and he darted into the library and was acknowledged before he continued on his way, dropping his bag on a table, he looked around for Hermoine, but she was nowhere to be seen. He felt his rage vying to overcome his lust but he bit his inner cheek and felt himself settle a bit more, he could smell her and it was getting stronger. His body moved at an incredible speed as he looked in the aisles of the gigantic library, she was in none of her usual aisles and the scent was fading. Taking a step towards the back, he could smell that nectar and the taste on his tongue, she was in heat, and he was striving to feed that hunger as well as his own. He moved stealthily and was getting back towards the darker points of the library where no one went and he stopped beside an aisle where he could hear strangled gasps and moans.
Hermoine's robes were in a heap on the floor and her uniform was all pulled at in different directions, as if she had tried to rip it off but gave it up. What had his mouth gaping was how hiked her skirt was and her hand moving in rapid circular motions between her legs. She was trying to satisfy herself without him and he could feel her radiating body smack him dead in the face. He moved almost mechanically for a moment, her eyes scrunched tight, he knew that she was aware someone was there, but she was in almost a trance like state. He snatched her hands away and pinned them above her with one hand and licked her fingers clean, tasting the sweet honey on his tongue was greater than anything. He looked down at her and her orbs were clouded, but some recognition was in her eyes as her mouth was parted and she was breathing sharply, he grinned and captured her lips. His tongue slapping against hers and she pressed fiercely against him, grinding against his body. The connection from last night must have convinced her otherwise, he undid his pants quickly, his own robes falling behind him. Grasping his thick member he could hear her whimpers of ache and need, so he let her hands go and stepped back.
She looked at him hungrily and dropped down on her knees and he closed his eyes tight, he failed to notice the sadist grin on her face as she pulled out her wand from between her her breasts, hidden and held by her bra. She took his large member in her hand and heard him groan in sheer delight, she twirled her wrist and pointed it at. "Engorgio..." She whisperered trying to bite back her laughter as it grew immensely, down to his kneecap, his eyes shot open and he looked down at her. The raging lust was in her eyes but she had found a way to momentarily ignore it, grabbing her robes she stood up and he stared at her with the utmost shock. She shrugged and then started to walk out of the aisle and turned back around, he looked so angry and hurt at the same time. Turning her back she walked out and turned on her way back towards her books, tears streaming down her face. The only thing both of them were in agreement for was that cravings could be consequential, and they were both feeling other things besides lust.
-End of Chapter 2.
Sorry everyone! I know it's short, but I'm just getting back into the scheme of things, hope you like it!