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Chapter Four
"I suppose we should get going" Hermione sighed softly, it annoying the hell out of her that she couldn't seem to be awkward or uncomfortable in his presence however much she knew she should be.
"Of course, do you wish to change first?" Draco asked standing up, shocking Hermione once again as he held out his hand to help her rise.
With only slight hesitation she took it, feeling the addicting sparks as their skin touched. He felt his whole body from head to toe buzz with each smile, with each touch he managed to capture from his mate and he couldn't help but relish in the addicting feelings of warmth and pleasure which each action that he managed to draw from her.
Draco couldn't help but smile wide, one which she found herself returning even if she still thought this was a completely fucked up situation they were in. Nodding once she let go of his hand once he had pulled her up, feeling herself frown slightly as she did so.
Shaking those thoughts from her head she quickly turned to get her robes out of her bag, putting the book which still laid on the seat back inside as she felt Draco gather his own uniform. She couldn't help but stare as she turned to watch him reach for his own case, taking in the way his muscles seemed to ripple under the fabric of the black shirt he was wearing as she felt herself heat up again. She couldn't deny he was attractive, ok that was an understatement since she couldn't find any faults about him physically as she let her eyes rake over his form with a hunger she had never felt before.
Draco couldn't help but shiver; instead of using magic to dress he decided to do it the old fashioned way, wanting his mate to lust over him like he was her. As he slipped off his shirt his sensitive hearing picked up on her sharp but soft intact of breath, his cock still painfully twitching in his jeans as he smelt her arousal increase in its addicting aroma. Oh my sweet…
"Oh my" she found herself mumbling under her breath, unaware he could hear each word perfectly as she couldn't seem to draw her gaze away from his sculptured back. He had certainly toned up more than last year she thought with a slight frown, quickly snapping out of it when she realised that she was actually drooling slightly as she took in the way his muscles tensed and rippled with every move he made as he slipped on his robes.
Draco had to fight the urge to take her right there and then, he could picture himself thrusting into her virgin heat as she clawed and scratched at his back for him to go deeper. Fuck…he knew she was a virgin, he could smell the pureness she seemed to radiate and couldn't help but feel his possessiveness increase as he took that large fact into his books. He would be the only one to bring her pleasure, if she needed something she would come to him, if she was sad or unhappy then he would be there for her. Always, he would never leave her side once he had claimed her, though he already classed her as his.
"Merlin Hermione, this is Malfoy we are talking about" she continued to bait herself, grabbing her wand and mumbling a spell with a frown as she found herself suddenly in her new robes. She rarely got dressed using magic, but it was too late for her to head to the bathroom and she didn't want to deal with the painful whispers. She shouldn't have cared, but with the war over she couldn't help but feel her heart pulse painfully as she realised that even with how much both Ron and Harry had been through with her when they were defeating Voldemort, it didn't seem to matter to them at all as they threw her aside as if she had meant nothing to them.
Draco frowned when he felt a strange feeling rush through him, whatever it was it made his Veela rattle in its cage inside of him. He had spun around and was staring at Hermione before he knew what he was doing, his silver eyes scanning her over only to frown when he saw the pain and hurt in her far away gaze. He didn't like it, his heart clenching as his Veela demanded he comfort his mate and to take away her pain. He didn't know what to do; she didn't know about his Veela side so he couldn't exactly just go up and hug her…yet.
"Hermione?" he asked, wincing slightly when he saw her jump as she was snapped back into the present. Turning around to face him she suddenly felt nervous under his gaze, and though she wasn't uncomfortable she didn't exactly love his presence as his gaze ran over her robes.
"Mia, why are you wearing Slytherin robes?" he asked, his tone Hermione realised with surprise wasn't accusing as such, just curious. She sighed, running a hand through her now slightly messy curls as she chewed her bottom lip nervously, the action not helping Draco with his rather hard problem.
"None of your business Dra-Malfoy" she suddenly snapped, feeling irritated with herself when she realised how easily his name passed her lips. She felt her face scrunch up, turning around to fold and replace her previously worn clothes in her case as she zipped it up, aware of Draco's burning gaze.
Draco was stunned by her sudden mood change, silently cursing himself for speaking out of turn as he watched her start to close off against him again. He felt his Veela get restless, his body buzzing to return to the relaxed mood which they had been in previously. Oh how good she had felt touching him, even if it was small and innocent gestures.
"Please Mia" he asked using her nickname, his sensitive hearing picking up her sigh as she turned to face him with nervous eyes.
She couldn't help but feel slightly guilty for snapping, but it was a sore subject for her and she couldn't help but feel slightly defensive with his curious comment. She let her eyes search his face, shocked to find something akin to concern in his light grey orbs as his fingers seemed to twitch, as if resisting the urge to reach out and touch her.
Taking a deep breath she decided to confide in him, after all she had no one else. That thought struck a nerve and she fought the urge to laugh bitterly, how her life must have changed if the only person who didn't look at her with disgust was the boy who had formally tormented her for years.
"If you must know my former house went to Dumbledore wanting to rid me of their house, I was resorted and the hat was stupid enough to put me in Slytherin" she stated matter-of-factly, her eyes staring at him with disbelief as his lips turned up into a smile.
"Well Mia, looks like we're going to be spending a lot of time together" he stated happily, rubbing his hands together as his Veela hummed in pleasure at the thought of being able to be closer to his mate. It seemed to run past him about why she had been kicked out of her house, the only thought running through his head was how she was now a Slytherin just like him. She looked amazingly sexy in green he thought, it bringing out her creamy skin and dark hair and eyes.
"You…you mean you don't mind?" Hermione couldn't help but ask, this was definitely not the reaction she had been expecting.
She had braced herself for his mood souring, that he would try and hex her for even considering being a snake. The thought didn't appeal to her at all, but the sorting hat had shouted the houses name before it was placed soundly on her head. She had disagreed, Dumbledore had been insistent though and even professor Snape seemed to have a smirk on his lips as he didn't complain about having a muggleborn in his pureblood house.
"Why would I mind, I am pleased with the news" he winked, feeling a smirk form on his lips when he saw her blush and divert her eyes from his. He had always thought the minx belonged in his house, even if back then he would never have admitted it.
"Oh" was her short comment before she made her way to the door to begin their rounds, stunned again when Draco seemed to beat her to it and held it open in a very gentlemanly gesture which yet again surprised her. What the hell had happened to him over the summer? He seemed to have had a complete body switch she pondered.
As he closed the compartment door behind them he couldn't help but quickly catch up with her, pressing his hand cautiously against the small of her back to see how she would take it. He felt her shiver, another blush coating her cheeks at the gesture but she didn't pull away. She couldn't bring herself to, he made her feel…relaxed, safe and she seemed to find herself craving the feelings he seemed to bring out in her.
She didn't see the stupid grin on Draco's face as he applied a little more pressure now he had the go ahead, his appearance at her side now possessive looking as he was over a head taller than her slightly petite form. He had to fight the urge to pin her to the wall and ravish her body with his as each step made her curvaceous hips brush against his thigh making him want nothing more than to grab hold of her and show her just who she belonged to. He resisted…just.
As they both made their way to the compartments, Hermione blushing even more at the looks they got when they peaked in to tell them to get changed. She had thought they would comment or at least curse her out when she caught sight of both disgust and pure disbelief before it was replaced with fear and their mouths stayed firmly shut. She frowned but shrugged it off, not noticing nor finding it herself to care that with each look directed at her that Draco found inappropriate he didn't bother to hind the anger nor the matching glare and sneer which had them cowering in their seats.
It was when they reached the Gryffindor compartments that Draco took note of his mates discomfort, feeling his body tense with the need to extinguish the source of the his mates distaste.
"You ok?" he asked, again shocking Hermione how much he seemed to care. There was no faking the amount of concern which dripped off each of his words; it was why he was acting this way which was bothering her the most.
"Fine" she lied smoothly; though her voice strained with the emotion she tried to hide from him. Draco frowned, automatically wrapping his arm around her petite waist in an attempt to comfort her.
Hermione was to distracted to fully comprehend the very intimate gesture, only that it was helping to settle her nerves as she felt herself mould against him seemingly by instinct as his hand rested on her hip in a very possessive manner.
He couldn't help but gloat internally, feeling her mould against him only causing him to purr deeply in his chest. Thankfully his mate didn't seem to notice as they carried on down the corridor, the Slytherin and Gryffindor compartments the only ones left to visit.
She fit perfectly against his side and he couldn't help but tighten his grip, as if he was afraid to lose the extremely pleasurable gesture as he let his eyes roam her slightly frowning face. While he wanted nothing more than to kiss it away, he knew not to push his luck until he had come clean with her about his heritage; which if he had his way, would be very soon.
"You can do this Hermione" he heard her telling herself as she approached the first of the Gryffindor compartments. They could have done it separately but after just finding out that she was his soul mate he had made sure to patrol with her. He knew his Veela would not react well to her being out of his sight, he doubted it ever would.
"Oh look who it is-" one Gryffindor started to sneer as Hermione poked her head inside until they seemed to freeze, the four of them in the compartment seemingly tensing in shock and fear as they cut off mid-sentence. They couldn't believe like the others what they were witnessing in front of them, that the previous Gryffindor princess was not only wearing Slytherin robes but was in the arms of the now even more sexy Slytherin prince.
It wasn't that though which caused them to freeze mid-comment, it was the hatful sneer that Malfoy was sending their way that had their words catching in their throats. They had always feared the Slytherin prince, not only was he talented in dark magic but they had heard of him in the war and how he had been trained by Voldemort himself. Yep, they were defiantly scared of the grey eyed boy.
"We will be arriving soon, you need to get changed" she told the fifth years before quickly shutting the door in their stunned faces, breathing a sigh of relief as she leaned back only to find herself practically in Draco's arms.
"Oh shoot, sorry" she quickly stated when she realised she must have backed into him, quickly trying to move out of his way only to realise his firm hand on her hip was preventing her from doing so. Looking up she was shocked to find both adoration and amusement in his gaze, his grey orbs swirling with a number of different emotions.
"It's quite alright" he winked, squeezing her slightly before opening the next compartment to find Potter and the two Weasley's. He scowled at them, remembering then that they had effectively contributed to getting his mate kicked out of the house she loved. While he was happy to have her in his, it pissed him off that it must have hurt her for them to do so.
"Get changed" he snarled at them causing them to flinch, but the looks of disgust they were giving his mate was making the Veela in him act defensively. What right did they have to look at her in such a way? He knew if it hadn't of been for his mate standing so closely in his embrace he would have made sure they suffered for hurting her in any way right there and then.
"What right do you have-" Ron started to sneer in his direction, feeling an odd sense of jealously with how his enemy was holding his past girlfriend. He smirked though when he realised that it wouldn't last, whatever they had, it was only a matter of time before Malfoy realised how frigid the girl was.
"Don't make me deduct points, Weasley" he snapped, his eyes blazing as his grip on Hermione tightened. Harry and Ginny just sat there in shock, staring at their previous friend as she seemed to stare at Malfoy with pure bewilderment. What the hell was going on?
"Get lost, Malfoy" Harry sighed irritated as he still stared at Hermione, or rather the pale hand which was attached protectively around her hip. If it wasn't for the fact that he was no longer on speaking terms with the smart witch then he would have immediately asked what was going on.
"My pleasure, the stench in here is disgusting" Draco sneered, eying them with hate before shutting the compartment with a loud bang. Breathing through his anger he suddenly felt his whole being calm when a small yet incredibly soft hand touched his cheek almost hesitantly. Looking down he found himself staring into a pair of hazel orbs, the urge to bend down and press his lips against hers almost too much to resist.
"What's going on?" she asked in an almost whisper, but Draco heard her perfectly of course.
Sensing the distress in her tone he immediately brought her into his arms, not bothering to fight the urge to do so as he rested his chin on top of her brunette curls. She was confused, why had he acted so…viciously to her previous friends but treated her as if she was his world? It didn't make any sense and she found she needed to know before she went crazy trying to find out.
"I will explain it to you soon, my Mia" he breathed, not caring that he had called her his even if it was by accident. She didn't seem to notice though, her arms seemingly automatically wrapping themselves around his neck as his stayed around her small waist. They stared at each other, the Veela in him purring in delight that his mate was so willingly in his arms where she belonged, where she would stay.
Hermione though quickly snapped out of her haze, her eyes widening and her cheeks flushing in a way which reminded Draco of his large problem. He was thankful that the robes were loose enough not to show how aroused he was, and while he wanted nothing more than to have her flush against him he didn't want to scare her off when she felt the effect she seemed to have on him. He was so hard it was painful to walk, but thoughts of a naked Snape were thankfully tampering down his arousal slightly, if not completely.
"We…we should get going" Hermione stuttered nervously before pulling away, though she didn't comment as his hand stayed possessively on her hip as they continued their rounds. Hermione felt breathless, she couldn't believe she had almost kissed him. Though that wasn't what panicked her though, it was the fact she wanted to…maybe too much.
Draco though was positively beaming, and while he wished he could have kissed her like he wanted, the fact he knew she wanted to make him grin in delight. He couldn't help but breathe in deeply, her tangy and delicious scent clinging to him as he continued to take in subtle lungful's. He couldn't resist licking his lips as he thought about how she would taste, if she smelled this good he could only imagine what she would taste like on his tongue.
The rest of rounds went smoothly, Draco scaring off any comments or expressions he deemed unacceptable for his mate to hear while she seemed obvious. Hermione wasn't though, she knew of course but was thankful enough not to comment or complain on his actions. To be honest she was thankful, even if it only served to confuse her more with his actions.
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