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Last time:

I'd been trying to outrun them for over a half an hour. I cleared my thoughts and concentrated on pushing my legs as fast as I could but it felt as if my blood was replaced with some sort of acidic potion. The adrenaline burned its way through my veins, ironically slowing me down.

I was faster in the air but had to travel by foot. The trees gave me a better cover. It was not the first time I was chased by poachers. Usually they were not this determined, but I was tired from hunting and they could tell.

Fuck, I wish that I was not cursed with this inheritance. It truly was an abomination. I really had to find some way to get rid of it... I'd been hesitant to go to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I knew that they had a faction for my specific...ailment but there was no one I could trust...until now, possibly.

I didn't know whether or not it would be a good Idea, but I'd heard that Granger had taken up the post of assistant director. I didn't trust much people, and by no means did I trust her, but I knew her bleeding heart and conscience wouldnt allow her to oust me as what I was. Atleast I hoped not. I only hoped that they could at the very least give me a potion to keep it under control.

I broke through the protective barrier of the dark forest, a preferred hunting place of mine, and I immediately disapparated.

Viktor lunged, bringing down the decrepit table with him. Shards of cutlery, glass and wood flew in every direction eliciting screams and shouts from the occupants.

The crunch of fist meeting flesh reverberated throughout the space, Bill's head snapped back with the impact of Viktor's fist, he looked disoriented, but only for a fraction of a second before he gained his footing and threw Viktor, the old house groaned as Viktor's big body crashed through the dining room wall and fell into the kitchen.

Viktor wasted no time as soon as he'd landed; he charged the snarling wolf knocking the breath from his lungs as their bodies made contact. Bill was knocked onto the floor fist flying as they both clawed and kicked and pounded one another. Time stood still.

Then the chaos erupted. Shouts were heard as people tried to join in. George, Harry and Ron were the first to reach them but were thrown back by the mighty force of Viktor's wings as he unsheathed them.

The boys removed their wands from their holsters and were ready for battle. This was going too far, I had to do something, but I was at an impasse. It was all happening so fast and my brain was moving slowly.

"No!" Molly screamed. "No magic, you might hit Bill."

They continued to fight as if they did not notice the presence of others. Viktor was now knelt over Bills back, he grabbed and hauled his head back by his long hair. I knew what would happen next, the black depthless look in Viktor's eyes told me.

I was there as soon as he yanked, dracken attributes fully on display, my sharp talons sliced his auburn tresses before it was too late, the slap of skin and bone meeting a wooden floor was clearly heard throughout the room as Bills head snapped down from the momentum of him pulling down as Viktor pulled up.

Viktor dilated eyes met mine, there was barely any pupil left, this monster was running on pure instinct. He was furious, I could tell. I knew that his dracken now recognized me as his mate, and the only thing my interference probably did, was further piss him off. He was my dominant, and Bill, a mere threat. A look of disbelief of what he probably believed to be my betrayal of him flashed clearly across his face.

A ferocious growl passed his lips as he reached for the unconscious Bill.

"No, no, no!" I said as a torrent of hot tears raced down my cheeks. I rushed at him, my frame lithe compared to his massive stature smacked uselessly onto his chest as I pushed and pounded at him.

Bill was like my older brother, the Weasleys were my family, and as terrified as I was of Viktor at this moment, I couldn't let any harm come to them.

"Mate" Viktor warned, his voice was nowhere near human. A pained whine escaped my throat as he grabbed me roughly by the arm. I whimpered. He shook me firmly and gently pushed me away. I would not go, I could not go. I would never forgive myself if I let the Weasley brood lose another child.

I deposited myself over the top half of Bill's unconscious form. If he was going to hurt him he would have to go through me.

"Mate" He called now sounding more furious, the weight of his words fell heavily onto me. The urge to submit was crushing, it felt as if it was squeezing the very air from my body. I fought it as hard as I could, my body shook from my disobedience as he demanded that I step aside.

"Stop it, you're hurting me!" I screamed as I gasped for air. The panic attack was quickly creeping up on me.

Blaise POV:

I was worried. No matter how many times Iva went on her shopping trips, I'd never truly gotten used to the fatigue of having to wait to hear from her. She always seemed to get too caught up to remember that I worried.

I knew she didn't mean it, she was just happy to see her friends. I was happy that she was happy, I wanted her to be happy, if I could give her the world to make her happy I would; but sometimes I wished that she would remember to return to me as soon as she got any sign of a heat period coming on. Her friends always did seem to choose the worst time to go on these little trips.

Iva and I had been together nearly four years, and out of those four years, I'd only spent two heat periods with her and neither time was she fertile. I knew she was always on the move while on these trips, but I wish that she would take the time out to owl...I wish that she would answer my owls. I missed her so much.

Her heat periods never lasted very long, and this could be a pain sometimes because she always told me that she thought that she would never make it on time if she even attempted to come home.

I'd suggested going with her, but as she said it was a girls weekend and I didn't want to spoil the fun. Her friends were never really fond of me.

"What are you sulking about now?" My mother asked bringing me out of my musings. I seemed to always gravitate towards her house when Iva was not home. I didn't like to be alone.

"Nothing mum." I replied.

"Come on, spit it out. I won't have you ruining the aura in the room with your bad vibes." She said flippantly. My mother's advice depended greatly on her mood, sometimes her advice was the best and other times she did not care enough to offer anything of value. "What is it? Wifey gone for the weekend?" She mocked in a you-poor-wittle-thing sort of way. My only response was to take another bite of my food.

"Honestly Blaise, its sickening. You pine like a bleeding woman." She said looking disgusted. "So what if she is off gallivanting with her friends, shouldn't you be doing the same? Any self-respecting man would, go out, have a pint...have a cigar for goodness sakes. Something! Merlin." She said exasperated.

"Leave the boy alone Lyra." Henry, her current husband said. He was husband number nine.

One would think, that after all the husbands she'd had, and after all the circumstances with which they died, that men would eventually stop dating much less marrying my mother.

She was a beautiful woman, with flawless dark French roasted coffee coloured skin, perfectly symmetrical features, dark care-free curls, plump lips, piercing intelligent eyes, and a flawless body to match.

The woman was the epitome of a temptress, she was manipulative, and true to her former house, she had 'Wit beyond measure'. She embodied perfection, she was known for her beauty and was by no means an airhead.

My mother did have her quirks and her bad habits, but I did love her, and I knew she loved me too...in her own way. The mere fact that I was still alive was a testament to that. I was the only male that was a permanent fixture in her life.

I understood my mother, I understood why she carried herself the way she did. I understood it, but that didn't mean I agreed with some of her less than savory actions.

"Blaisey, honestly, one cannot blame me for being concerned, you clearly have some issues with codependency." My mother said.

"Lyra, missing your partner doesn't count as codependency. It's only natural." Henry said smiling despite himself.

Henry was from Scotland, he was a pretty decent bloke who dearly loved my mother. Sometimes I wanted to slap him across the head for sticking around. Unlike her previous men, I actually sort-of liked this one.

He wasn't and old bat like my mother's previous husbands, he was in his early fifties, and overall and foremost, he loved her dearly. The same could not be said for her previous conquests, they liked the fact that she was younger than they, she was just arm candy to them, a mere trophy wife.

I'd made it...well; I hope I'd made it clear to my mother that he was a good guy. Usually, I wouldn't even bother to comment on any of her conquests, and I never showed any sort of fondness towards them. I hoped that my acknowledgment of him was enough to save him, and If it wasn't I'd try to talk some sense into him. Hell or high water he would be the second to get away.

My father was the first. I think my mother's catatonic relationship with my father sparked her less than honorable treatment of men.

While growing up, my mother was expected to exude all of the traits of a perfectly posh pureblood. She was, well behaved, polite, and brought up to respect her potential husband and his role in the household. When she was married off to my father she got her first taste of reality.

All the things she was told to expect from her relationship with her husband proved to be untrue, especially because he was never faithful to her in his hunt for a submissive.

My father was a dominant Dracken who was fifteen years my mother's senior. He was thirty-two when she was given to him. He could not satisfy with my mother, he always gave in to other womens advances. Overall, he'd ultimately wanted a submissive mate and mother was simply a witch.

I believe that my mother fell in love with the bastard somewhere along the line because she never left him. I remember her crying when she thought that I wasn't around because my father was off trying to start a new life. I don't think she really recovered from his treatment of her.

Eventually, he was able to move on. I remember that day so well. It was the middle of the night and my mothers crying woke me up.

Flashback

I gasped awake as I heard a loud crash coming from somewhere inside the house.

"Stop! No, you can't do this to us, please!" My mother cried. "Narciso, please we have a son!" I'd heard my mother cry before when she thought that I could not hear but it was never anything like this.

I threw off my bed covers and stumbled out into the hallway. I was still so tired. The noise was coming from my parents' bedroom.

My parents' bedroom was very close to mine because the hags would never come for me if my mummy was so close.

I was a bit more careful when I opened my parents' bedroom door, I didn't want to get in trouble because it was way past my bed time so I only opened it a little bit.

"Take your hands off of me Lyra. Don't make a fool of yourself." He spat as he tore my mothers hand off of him.

I was used to seeing my daddy hurt my mummy sometimes. Sometimes he hurt her very bad. My chest always felt funny when he did it. I wish he would stop hurting her. My mummy had a lot of boo boos and owies sometimes. Grandma always said that he was ruining her pretty face.

"We need you." Mummy whispered with tears running down her face. "Blaise needs you, he needs his father. I'm your wife...please stay." She broke down.

He was packing a bag on the bed, mummy rushed over and took out what he just put in his bag, and they began to tug at the shirt before daddy made a fist and struck her. I gasped as she fell motionless onto the floor.

I covered my mouth with my hand but it was too late, he already knew I was here. Daddy had very good ears. I knew I was sure to get a spanking now.

I pushed the door the rest of the way and entered, it would be worse if I ran.

He ignored me as he continued to shove items into his bag. Mommy was still on the floor, her eyes were closed. Slowly, I got closer. I was surprised that I had not gotten a spanking yet and I did not want to play with my luck.

"Mummy" I whispered as I knelt, still keeping my daddy in sight. If he knew I was there, he did not show it. "Mummy" I said again as I tapped her face. "Mummy wake up."

"Leave her be." He finally said to me. "Go to bed." He said in a tone that left no room for argument. I hesitated. "Did you hear me?" He said sounding a bit more agitated.

"B-Bu..." I sighed. I always stayed with her until she woke up. I did not want to leave her. I wanted to stay here but I was afraid.

"Blaise if you don't get your ass up off of that fucking floor I will- Listen boy, I am not in the mood. If you know what is good, you will listen to me." I froze as he spun around with the bag slung across his shoulder. I wanted to run but my feet would not move, they felt prickly and heavy.

"Where are you going?" My mouth betrayed me.

"Stay in a childs place." He said simply as he approached us. I wanted to cower, but I was still frozen.

He slipped the rings off of my mothers fingers and ripped the necklace from her neck.

"Hey, that's my mummys!" I said surprising myself as I reached after the necklace.

"Blaise..." My mother said in a soft whisper as her eyes fluttered open.

"Mumm-" I barely got out before he struck her again, her head bounced off of the tile, her eyes rolled to the top of her head before her lids fluttered shut and she was sleeping once more. I saw red.

I jumped up and bit him on his leg as hard as I could while I dug my nails in. I heard more than I felt the hit.

I saw stars. The blackness swallowed me.

End Flashback

He left us that night. He was now mated to a submissive, and they had several children together. That's what I heard at least. I'd never seen him since that day, luck was on his side on that account.

"So...how's work?" Henry asked me taking my mind away from the painful memory.

"Work's great, We have some seminars coming up in the next few days that I'm going to attend." I was glad he changed the subject.

"Oh that's great, where are they having it? Is it still in Greece?" He asked intrigued.

"Oh no, it's in Isla guanau this year." Isla guanau was an island off the coast of Fiji, it catered exclusively to magical beings and was unplotable by muggles and muggle technology.

"Ohhh, sounds like fun." My mother chipped in. She always enjoyed her vacations to the island. "Please promise me that you will take a couple extra days off to just relax." My mother said.

"Maybe I wil-" I began

"Oh my Blaisey-boo" The voice that I had been missing so much called out. My heart soared.

"Sweetie, I missed you so much." I said as I pulled her into my lap and kissed her deeply.

"Of course you miss me, what is not to miss?" She said with her gorgeous accent.

"You're absolutely right." I said as I planted a firm kiss to her lips. "Did you have fun?"

"Yes, it was so good. I got so many things, you need to give me that extra amount of money always...or maybe a little more because I saw some shoes that I really liked but I ran out." She pouted. I guess it wouldn't hurt to give her more.

"So, what did you get me?" I asked placing another kiss on the tip of her nose.

"What was I supposed to get you?" She asked in disbelief. "I just told you, that you did not give me enough money, you are so inconsiderate." She said pulling away and slipping into the chair beside me.

"I'm sorry sweet-"

"Save it." She said as she began to reach for the large salad bowl in the middle of the table. My mate had quite a quick temper, but she was really a beautiful person on the outside and on he inside, and I cared for her greatly.

"Ahem" My mother cleared her throat. "Good night to you too." My mother said in Iva's direction. "Hello...I'm speaking to you. Were you raised in the wilderness?" My mother asked when Iva did not respond.

"Is she talking to me?" Iva directed the question towards me.

"Oh, of course I'm not talking to you. It's not like you barged into my house unannounced, and helped yourself to my dinner." My mother said.

"Mother." I admonished. She was too harsh to Iva sometimes, she was a part of this family. Mother was never very fond of her and she made it very clear.

"What? You've got to be joking Blaise." My mother said. "The least she could have done was say hel-"

"Hello Lyra, and her umpteenth husband." Iva said cutting off my mothers rant.

"You little tart," my mother began "I-"

"Mother" I said more forcefully this time.

"Did you hear what she said to me?" My mother turned her annoyed eyes to me. "And you," my mother pointed in Ivas direction. "I already told you that it's Mrs D'Amaris to you."

"Shut up, goodness me. All you do is whine, you're so annoying." Iva said.

"Blaise?" My mother said with a serious yet expectant look towards me. I was silent. "Well," She sighed with a pinched look. "Good night, enjoy your meal." My mother said throwing her napkin down on the table as she stood.

I sighed. I didn't want my mother upset with me but I felt that she needed to be a bit more understanding of the woman that I loved.

"Good night Leeerah." Iva called after my mother as she stormed away. "She is so rude." Iva said to me as she resumed eating.

Hermione POV

"Bonbonche" Viktor's voice cooed bringing me out of my haze. "Come, I did not mean to frighten you." He said gathering me in his arms, my eyes finally focused on his face. His bruised cheek and busted lip jogged my memory.

"Wheres Bill?" I gasped out sitting up quickly. A wave of vertigo hit and I was unbalanced for a moment, Viktor put his arms around me steadying me. "Where is he? Is he alright?" I asked panicking now.

"Bonbonche, calm down." Viktor said.

"Chill out. I'm alright." Bills voice said a short distance away.

"Bill?" I gasped turning my head. He was sitting at the only remaining chair and was being worked on by Padma.

The room was a mess, there was broken furniture everywhere, shards of glace, and piles of debris. This was my fault.

"Thank merlin" I said as I rushed over, ignoring my lightheadedness.

"I'm fine." He said as Padma waved her wand strategically over a bruised rib. He looked horrible.

"Let me help." I said pulling out my wand. I had to wonder why using magic just occurred to me. Why didn't I use my wand to begin with? Then things would not have gone so far. I hoped that no one saw my attributes, but I knew that that hope was foolish. Of course they saw, the fight was the focal point of the room.

Maybe if I was lucky I would be able to hightail it out of here before they got over the initial shock. I couldn't leave just yet though, I felt too guilty. Bill looked horrible and I had to do some form of damage control before I left.

"No, you sit down." Padma said in a no nonsense tone. "I thought you were over those attacks. I'll make an appointment as soon as I get back to work for you." She said in a mother like tone. I hated when other people did that.

"I'm fine" I said stepping forward again. I raised my wand and began furiously working over Bills black eye. Padma knew better than to try too hard to deter me once I had my mind set.

I felt horrible, this was my fault, the guilt of it all was devouring me. The list of 'I should haves' raced through my head, making me feel even worse about the happenings of tonight.

"Hermione?" Ron's voice croaked out. "Wha-What was that? What just happened? You had wings a-and talons for Merlins sake." He said. The disbelief was evident in his voice. "Are you part owl or something?"

I ignored his comments and continued to work over Bill, I didn't want to talk about it.

"Hermione?" Harry now said in question. I was silent, delaying the inevitable. Of course I would have to tell them. I'd have preferred it to be later rather than sooner...much later.

"Mione" Bill said, gently grasping my wrist and stoping my wand movements. "You need help. You need to tell us, we care about you, we can help you." He pleaded and winced when Padma fixed a rib.

"Bill" I sighed pulling my wrist away. My eyes pled with his blue orbs to drop the subject. To leave it be, but like a true Weasley, he did not want me to bare the burden alone.

"If he is hurting you, we can help you. You have two aurors as best friends and a family behind you that would never stand for your mistreatment." He said passionately. "This isn't the only way you don't have to put up with it."

"I don't have to put up with what?" I asked. His whole speech, though passionate, left me in the dark. I had no clue what he was talking about.

"Mione" he said looking disappointed. "I know what's going on. Do you forget that after I was attacked that I threw myself into creatures studies. I know what you are. I know how it works." He said solemnly. "You can not accept this abuse. He does not care for, someone who loves you wouldn't hurt you. Mione..." He plead seeing the look of disbelief on my face.

"What in Merlins name are you suggesting?" I asked. I hoped it wasn't what I thought he was suggesting, because I would have hoped for him to have a little bit more faith in me than that.

"I think ve should go." Viktor said appearing beside me. I jumped.

"You see! This is what I'm talking about" Bill said as he fought the spell that Padma used to bind him to the chair. "You're afraid of him he's hurting you." He said still struggling. "She's not going anywhere with you." He hissed in Viktors direction. A slow growl began in Viktors throat.

"Both of you stop it." I growled. "So what, you think I'm some sort of Stockholm syndrome victim? You think I let Viktor beat up on me for fun? Are you kidding me with this shi-"

"I know his kind!" Bill shouted.

"William Weasley, don't you dare shout at me." I said holding on to my anger by a thread. " I'm glad you think so much of our kind." I said emphasizing the word. "I think we've overstayed our welcome."

"Mione," Bill whined. "You know I don't mean you, don't be ridiculous."

"So I'm ridiculous now? You just said you know his kind, he and I are of the same kind, we're both drackens, it's only logical for me to deduct that I was included in that statement."

"Whats a Dracken?" Harry asked as the silence streched on.

There was a lump in my throat. I wasn't able to explain with out the continuous hitches in my voices. I didn't want them to judge me, I didn't want to be disliked for what I was, or what I could not control.

I should have known that Charlie would have had a lot of knowledge and expertise in this area, he was a dragonologist after all. He was able to explain the situation much better than I would have to begin with. I was grateful for his explanation and his answers to the Weasleys questions.

"And no Charlie, dominant drackens are not some mindless beings whose main aim is to abuse and destroy their mates. There are a lot of rumors and speculation about that but its exactly that, rumors and speculation. They are just like any species of men, you have your good ones and your bad ones." Charlie said.

"Hear me out Bill," Charlie said as Bill began to speak. "You can not just judge a whole species by what was read in a book, a book that probably admitted that much isn't known about drackens, especially with you current condition. People say all sorts of nasty things about werewolves and those with lupine traits, but it's not necessarily true now is it?"

Bill grumbled not wanting to agree with the truth in Charlies words.

"I think we all know Hermione better than that, I doubt she would take abuse lying down...now punishments, that's a different story. I think that is where people got the 'abuse' idea from. The funny thing is, and correct me if I'm wrong Bill, but don't you punish Fluer too?"

"I don't hurt her." Bill growled.

"I never said that you did. It's a part of your natural instincts, and it is also a part of a dominant drackens instinct...a need to dominate, to be the alpha male." Charlie finished.

Bill growled, "You can't tell me anything. I don't care what you think you know. I've seen his kind in action." He said as he stood finally breaking Padmas spell.

"Bill." Padma said trying to push him back into his seat.

"No" he growled startling Padma, he began to look even more lupine. "Let's go." He said to fluer.

"Come on Bill, don't be this way." Charlie said.

"We should really go. We will see you all another time." Fluer said ushering her limping husband out and fanning away anyone who tried to help.

"So what are the heat periods like?" Andromeda asked after the minute long silence that followed Bill's exit..

"Dromeda" Harry and George whined.

"What, I'm curious." Andromeda said with a mischeavous pout. She remined me so much of Bellatrix. Their features were almost exactly the same. The striking difference were the eyes. Andromeda had soft welcoming eyes, while Bellatrix always seemed to have a crazed inhumane glint to her dull eyes.

Initially, I'd felt extremely uncomfortable in her presence, her resemblance to her sister was a bit too much for me, but her wonderful personality won me over in no time.

"Ummm...okay, I'm sure you can ask Hermione that another time." Charlie said blushing as red as the hair on his head. I felt my face heating up as well. " I think I've had enough drama for one day...Never a dull moment in the Weasley house. I'm going to head out." Charlie said yawning. " And don't worry, about Bill he'll come around. Also, let me know if you have any questions, I'd be happy to help."

The room was silent after Charlie said his goodbyes.

"So you're a dracken..." Harry said. He looked concerned "Does that mean your parents are some sort of secret drackens as well?"

"Uh I-" I paused. I wasn't sure. I actually hadn't thought about my parentage until this point. I was sure that my parents were just muggles. "I-I think they're just muggles?" I replied sounding unsure.

"Sounds like a converstion you should have with them." Ginny said seriously. It was the first thing she said since dinner. I knew that she was restraining herself from asking. I was grateful for the lack of prying.

"Yeah" I said hoarsely. I truely hadn't thought about it. Maybe I aquired my dracken genes the same way I aquired my magic, either that or I was adop-. I sighed, I did not even want to think of the A-word. It would hurt me to know that my parents hid such a big thing from me. No, I refused to believe that that was the case.

"Can we have lunch some time this week?" Ginny asked. Even though she worded her statement as a question I knew that even if she had to hunt me down that we would talk.

"Sure." I said. "I'll mirror you."

"Good night." She said.

"Gin-" Harry began.

"It's been a long night Harry, Hermione didn't mean for this to come out tonight. I'm sure tempers are still high. I think we all need to just go home, have a nap, and give Hermione a chance to collect herself and her thoughts. I'm sure a grand inquisition is the last thing she wants right now." Ginny said cutting him off.

"I think she's right." Molly said tiredly scrubbing her face. "Goodnight everyone."

After we said our goodbyes Viktor and I silently made our way out into the back garden. Once we reached the apparation spot, I hesitated.

"Well..." I said wondering what our sleeping arrangements would be for the night. I wanted to go home, but I knew that I would miss him. We'd only just started, but I was already attached. If we decided-.

"Goodnight" He distantly mumbled before disappearating. I could only stand and stare at the spot that he'd stood only moments ago with confusion. What was that about?

I thought about following him but decided against it, I'd rather go home I decided.

My thoughts were troubled as I appeared in the living room. The whole night had been a big cluster eff. I couldn't believe that Bill and Viktor had faught so viciously and that my secret was no longer that. I wasn't ready to tell anyone about my status in our world but it was done, and there was no taking it back. I took solace in the thought that starting tomorrow I would be gone for the next few days.

I made a mental note to forve Viktor into apologizing to Mrs Weasley for destroying her home, maybe even fixing it the muggle way.

"You look like shite." My dad said, startling me.

"Dad!" I admonished with a hand over my racing heart. "Gee, thanks for the compliment." I said.

"You're welcome, you can always count on your good old dad to let you know when you look like shite."

"Harold," My mother said looking up from her novel. "Really? Can you rein in your crass comments? Honestly!" She said looking partially amused and partially disgusted. "What's on your mind dear?" She said turning to me.

"Are you two my parents?" I blurted out. My brain-to-mouth filter had clearly gone south for the spring. "I mean am I adopted?"

"Are you on drugs? " My mother asked me seriously.

"Wha-I" I sighed. "It's just that I'm a dracken and you two aren't...I just thought that maybe there was a possibility that you weren't" I mumbled looking towards the fireplace.

"The seventeen hours of labour that I endured to bring you into this world blows that possibility right out of the water. Please remember that you are also a witch and we are no form magic. I'd say that you came by your inheritance the same way you came by your magic." My mother said as if explaining something to a small child. "Didn't the book say that drackens mated with humans diluting the blood lines? Maybe the trait reawakened in you just like your magic."

"Well...I guess that makes sense." I said blushing. People always told me how much I resembled my mother, I felt foolish for asking.

"Are your bags packed for tomorrow?" My mother asked.

"Godric, I forgot." I said.

"Well, make sure you pack sunscreen, and enough clothes, and money, and-"

"Yes, I know mum." I whined making my way up the stairs.

The moonlight through the window illuminated the big figure on my bed, I wasn't afraid, I smelled him before I saw him.

"I thought you went home." I said as I flipped on the lights.

"Home is vhereever you are." He said stretching languidly. He was spread across my bed still clad in the torn garments from earlier on.

"Mmmhmm, so what are you doing here?" I asked heading to my closet.

"Vere you expecting someone else?" He asked, his voice still sounded distant. I spun around before I entered my closet. He was staring at me with suspicious eyes.

"Okay...do you have some sort of issue?" I asked. Clearly he did.

"What is going on between you and Veasleys brother?" He asked without hesitation.

"What?" I asked incredulously.

"You heard me, vhat is going on vith you and the volf?"

"Excuse me?" I said in disbelief. "How dare you?"

"Hov dare I? I am not the vone that vas coddling the volf, I am not the one vho vas babying him 'Oh Beel, Are you okay? Oh Beel did he hurt you? Come let me kiss your booboos.'" He growled. "You are mine, I do not share. Especially vith the likes of him." He spat.

"Are you kidding me right now? You beat him to a pulp and you expect me to not be concerned. The weasleys are like my family, he is like my brother, and while we are on the topic of your incredulous assumptions, let's get something straight," I said poiting a finger in his direction. "You do not own me, I am my own person!" I growled.

He sat up slowly, quietly.

"I've had a hard enough night without you adding to the drama. I think you should leave." I said leaving no room for arguments. My head was already done in, I didn't have time for this.

"Your behaviour is not helping your case." He said quietly.

"My case?" I laughed humorlessly. "There is no case, there is no trial, no jury, no nothing, now go." I snarled as I spun on my heel and entered my small closet. I grabbed a bag and began stuffing items furiously into it.

"You vill not continue to disrespect me. I vont stand for it." He said a small distance behind me.

"Well sit down." I spat. He mumbled something in his native tongue.

"Come here." He said. My only response was to suck my teeth.

I gasped as I felt a shap stinging sensation on my bum cheek.

"Viktor" I gasped as I spun around. I couldn't believe that he'd slapped me. He grabed me by the arm attempting to pull me towards him, I struggled to get away but he was too strong.

He pulled me into his arms and he sunk his teeth into the same spot that he'd marked me and I went boneless in his arms. The will to submit was too strong.

"I vill not stand for your temper tantrums, I respect you and you vill have respect vhen you speak to me." He said as he removed his teeth and licked the spot clean.

I was immobilized for a few seconds, I took a few shallow breaths before standing firm and pulling away.

"You don't have any respect fo me." I sniffled "You come in here and you accuse me of doing something that I would never do in a million years, and the y-you punish me for speaking my mind." He reached for me but I backed away, I didn't want his touch.

"Bonbonche, come." He said as he pulled me to him. "I did not punish you for speaking your mind. I love that beautiful mind of yours, I love that quick vit. Is just that sometimes your temper gets avay vith you, you can't tell me you have not noticed this." He placed a warm kiss to my forehead.

"No, leave me alone. I have to pack." I said. I wanted to be mad, I wanted to not be able to accept this part of me, of us. My brain told me it was wrong, that he could not do that to me. But it felt that I had been rightfully punished. I was so confused. Maybe I wasn't over the shock of tonight.

"I vill help you." He said as he released me. "Haff you told your parents that you are moving in vith me?" He asked as he grabbed some of my clothing.

"No, I'm packing for a trip, not to go to your house."

"Vhat trip?" He asked pausing. "You did not tell me about any trip." He said.

"It's a work trip. I have some seminars to attend this week." I said simply.

"Vhere? For hov long and Vhen vere you planning to tell me?" He said curiously as he folded his arms and leaned against my closet wall. Here we go again I sighed.

"Isla guanau, until Wednesday, just now." I said simply.

"Am I invited?" He asked.

"Its for business, not pleasure." I said.

"I vill stay out of you vay. Surely you vill not be vorking all day and night. I need to spend time vith my mate." He said.

"Viktor, I don't know the accomodations, the schedule or anything like that yet. I cant just invite you on my work trip." I said to him, the idea of not having to do without him for the three days did tempt me to say yes, but I really did not know anything apart form the country, pupose, date of departure, and date of return. "Don't you have practice this week?" I asked.

"I do, but I can portkey to practice in the mornings and back in the evenings." He said.

"That sounds like a lot of hassle."

"I portkey from practice to home regularly. Ve often times practice in Germany." He said.

"When will this thing be gone from my neck?" I asked motioning to the scar.

"It von't be, is my mark to you. The svelling vill go dovn but you vill alvays haff my mark." He said pulling me to him. I looked into his dark eyes and my chest yearned. I really would miss him.

His cheek was still bruised and his lip was slightly split. I pulled out my wand and waved it wordlessly over his cheek. "I almost feel like I should leave you with the split lip as a reminder of your foolish actions today."

"It vas not me, It van the volf, he started it. If anything you should haff left him the vay I did." He said pouting a bit. "Stop defending him, vhat about me? Hmmm I am yours."

"You are my man-"

"Dah" he said.

"But you were wrong-"

"He is prejudice! He does not knov me and he assumes."

"Well fighting him won't make his assumptions any better. It shouldn't matter what he thinks of you, just prove him wrong." I said.

"Vill you fix my lip?" He questioned. I lightly tapped the area then held my wand aloft. The skin mended.

"I'm going to take a shower" I yawned. "Anything else needs attending to?" I asked. I knew the whole argument earlier started because he was jealous. His injuries were a lot less severe, than Bills. He could have waited.

"I can think of something that needs attending." he said biting his newly repaired lip.

"I meant scars Viktor." I blushed at the innuendo.

"It's painfully svollen bonbonche." He said as he pulled me closer to prove it.

"Well you've been a terribly bad boy today, maybe it should stay swollen." I teased. He groaned.

"My little healer vould never do that to her patient vould she?"

"Maybe, I renounced my title as a healer you know. Have you forgotten that I work somewhere else?"

"Vell nov you must help creatures. I need your help, have mercy." He breathed as he feasted on my neck.

"Viktor-mmm" I gasped.

"You might want to put up a silencing spell the next time you have your boyfriend over." My mother said. "Your father almost had a heart attack." I nearly chocked on my tea. "From the sounds he was making, sounds like you definitely take after me, because let me tell you I know how to-"

"Mum!" I said horrified. Pictures of my dad and her ran through my mind and I almost gagged. My face heated up. "Please, don-don't go there."

"What? I'm just saying." She shrugged. "I'm a cool mum, we can talk about these things."

"No, we can't. Especially when you do these things with my father." I blushed harder. "What about the other day when you caught us and you could barely look me in the eye?" I reminded her and she blushed scarlet.

"Seeing and hearing are completely different." She said stareing into her tea cup.

"Did dad really hear?" I asked.

"Yes...I'm afraid he did." How was I ever going to face him again? He would probably try to kill Viktor the first chance he got. "You better head out before you're late." My mother said.

I checked the clock, I had 15 minutes before the portkey left. "Love you mum." I said kissing her forehead and grabbing my beaded purse. I'd put all of my luggage into it.

"See you when you get back, love you hun." She said as I spun on the spot.

"Morning Tonya." I said as I appeared in the lobby area.

"Morning Hermione, would you like a cuppa?" She asked already getting up,with a mug of tea made just the way I liked it no doubt.

"Thank you so much." I said taking the steaming mug from her. The woman was too efficient. I didn't bother to tell her that I'd already had my morning tea.

"You're welcome. The boss is in his office waiting for you." She said with a grimace. I knew what that meant, I only hoped that she would hurry and leave.

I hurriedly made my way to his office. My speculation was right...it was here, and it had bright pink luggage with it. I hoped this meant that she would be going on another shoppig spree and not joining us, but something told me that I would not be so lucky.

"Mr. Zabini." I said in greeting.

"Oh, there you are." He grinned.

"Yes, here I am." I said awkwardly. His mate was dressed in a bikini and a cover-up and he was dressed casually.

"What are you wearing? Do you always look so frumpy?" His mate asked me. I was wearing a peplum skirt with a button down shirt tucked in, and a fitted medium sleeved work jacket. I honestly thought that we had to dress for work, seeing as we would be technically working. "Your secretary is so ugly." Iva said to the boss as she made a face at me.

It would be a miricle if I did not punch her at least once over the next few days.

A/N: Okay so I hope you all like the development in this chapter, I hope it shed some light on some characters background and temperament. There are lots of new developments To come in the next chapter. There will definitely be more Draco. I've already started on it and will try my best to get it to you in a timely fashion. Let me know what you think.