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Hermione felt soft kisses traveling slowly from the bottom of her ear to her collarbone and up again, at first she had thought it was just a dream but then she felt a strong hand grab her right breast and realized that the erotic sensations were real. Hermione stirred slowly not wanting to break the spell, but unable to hold back the moans any longer. She opened her eyes to find a pale silvery blond head making its way down her neck once more,
"Malfoy?" She half protested with a moan, but he continued his ministrations as if he hadn't heard her at all. He found her nipple though the silky top she wore and sucked the pebbled tip though the material making her moan louder as pleasure shot though her straight to her core. As if on their own accord her arms tighten around him and her body arched seeking to get closer to her lover.
Draco's hand travel slowly down her body barely touching her skin, yet the tension in her body was building to an almost painful need. Hermione automatically opened her legs in silent invitation and he slid his hand inside her underwear and teased her inner thigh, never toughing her where she needed it most. Her breathing was so labored she wonder how she hadn't lost consciousness, Hermione had never in her life felt so much need.
"Draco, please…" She begged breathlessly, making him lock their lips in a soul shattering kiss. A kiss that invaded her, made her feel things she had never experienced before, made her want things she had never dared to in the past. Draco slipped a finger inside of her making Hermione tremble with pleasure. She cried out his name again when he inserted a second finger making her climax.
"Oh no…" Draco whispered horrified as the black cleared from his eyes. Hermione laid beneath him in disarray, hair mussed and eyes glazed in passion she had never looked more beautiful. "I'm sorry." Draco whispered as he got up from the bed, and fled the room as if hell hounds where at his feet. She stared after him flabbergasted, what had just happened?
Hermione was shaken to the core, never in her twenty seven years had she been touched intimately by a man. For a short time after the war Ron had shown interest in her but her health problems had gotten in the way and they had ended the ill-fated relationship as friends and nothing more, after that her body had practically turned against her and romance had been the last thing on her mind. She laughed shaken by the thought that Draco Malfoy had given her, her first orgasm. Hermione had no idea how she was going to face him, just the thought made her face burn from embarrassment not to mention the fact that once he had realized what he was doing he couldn't get away from her fast enough.
"Good morning miss." Emma said interrupting Hermione's thoughts as she walked closer to the bed her brow furrowed in concern. "Are you alright? I've been knocking, for the fast ten minutes. I was afraid something had happened to you."
"I'm so sorry, Emma. I'm afraid I was lost in thought, heavens it's already nine o'clock." Emma commenced her morning routine of opening the drapes in the room and starting Hermione's bath.
"You seemed better than you did yesterday."
"I can't explain it but I do feel better." Hermione knew her cheeks where burning red, she suspected that the small burst of energy she was feeling where due to Draco's kisses and early morning ministrations. "We should do a quick bath; I have physical therapy later in this morning."
With Emma's help Hermione made it down to breakfast in record time, even though she didn't want to admit it out loud she was excited to see Draco, to be near him. Hermione knew that he was the reason she wasn't writhing in pain, he had a beckoning oasis in the middle of a dessert. Her mood felled a little to find the breakfast room empty and Draco nowhere in sight.
"Emma have you seen Mr. Malfoy?"
"He's Grace left very early this morning and said he wouldn't be back until after supper and if you needed him you could call him at his office or cell phone."
"Seriously Miss Granger, if you aren't going to put an effort into this why am I here?" Demanded Myrtle George, the mediwitch send to give Hermione physical therapy, the sourly woman had been pushing Hermione to walk for the past hour.
"I'm sorry Miss George, I just can't do it, and I haven't the strength. I'm in pain and my legs just can't hold me." Hermione explained through clenched teeth as she held on to dear life on the parallel steel bars Miss George had erected in ballroom. The mediwitch had enchanted Hermione forcing her to stand upright despite the fact she could hardly feel her legs and her body had weaken considerable in the past hour.
"Excuses, it is all I've heard since my arrival, heavens why waste my time if you didn't intend on actually following the course of action set out for therapy?" Miss George ranted as she waved her wand and forced Hermione's legs to move forward. Hermione released a tortured scream as pain shot up her body, nausea rose up her throat and she started shaking.
"P…Please…Please stop it." Hermione begged through clenched teeth, she felt dizzy and the room spin as her legs struggled to continue walking forward, she was afraid she would lose consciousness at any moment.
"Miss Granger, first I had to leave the hospital to personally serve you, a most unusual request." She spat, "and now you are being weak and difficult. I understand that you are used to getting your way because you stood next to Harry Potter's spotlight during the war but it's been ten years, don't you think enough is enough?"
"Release her from this spell or I will tear you limb from limb." A dark voice interrupted the argument the mediwitch was having with an unconscious Hermione. The middle aged brunette with her hair pulled back in a severe bun and plain face turned to look at Draco standing in the threshold to the ballroom.
He looked like a demon standing there waiting to attack, his eyes completely black bearing his sharp teeth and growling lowly, a wild beast about to pounce.
"Mr. Malfoy, I was just…" Myrtle tried to explain as she released Hermione's body and it fell to the floor on a loud echoing around the empty ballroom.
"I know exactly what you were doing get the fuck out of my house while you still have the chance." Myrtle just stood in her place staring at Draco with her mouth agape. "NOW!" She scurried out of the ballroom leaving her equipment behind. Draco finally reached Hermione and picked her up in his arms desperate to see her eyes open again. "Granger, open your eyes. I'm here now please open your eyes." Nothing happened.
Draco carried her to her bedroom, he would have apparated but in her current stated he feared the stain would kill her, she was pale and clammy her hair damp from sweat and sticking to her scalp, just like the night he was brought into her childhood bed. He placed her down gently on the bed and ran to the en suite to run a bath for her, as he returned to the bedroom he saw Emma hovering by Hermione's unconscious form a frown creasing her brow.
"Take care of her, get her in the bathtub I'll be right back." Draco barked the command as he ran out of the room. Once in his own bedroom Draco rummaged through the potions in his bathroom until he found what he was looking for. "How is she?"
"Still unconscious Your Grace." Emma said concern clear in her voice and she held Hermione's head above water. Draco took her place and dumped the pink color potion into the water.
"Come on Hermione, please open your eyes." Fear coursed through his as her limp body lay perfectly still in the water, if she didn't regain consciousness soon he would have to bring her back to St. Mungo's. "Leave us." He barked at a fidgeting Emma who dashed out of the room and closed the door behind her. Draco could feel the Veela fighting against the suppressing potion he had taken earlier, damn. He put hand over the water and whispered a few words under his breath making the water glow yellow. Slowly Hermione's eyes fluttered and finally opened, allowing Draco to breathe easier.
"Hi." She whispered with a raspy voice and smiled up at him weakly, Draco could feel his heart race at her smile and he tighten his grip on her needing to feel closer to her. Hermione Granger was his entire life, she was his reason for living and the only thing that made him feel complete.
Draco was aware that is was the Veela, but he had spent the last ten years of his life in absolute drunken misery but the past few weeks had been like a walking into heaven and even though he had been fighting it he knew that she was the real answer to his true happiness.
"Hi back, you really scared me there for a minute." His voice sounded husky to his own ears, being around her made him feel like a loyal lap dog but at that moment he just couldn't care.
"Did I? I'm sorry; I didn't mean to be weak. I really did try to follow Miss George's instructions but I just couldn't." Tears streamed down her cheeks and Draco wanted to break Myrtle George in half for causing his mate pain.
"You were not weak, Myrtle George is a pure blood supremacist bitch and I will be having a talk with the administration at the hospital for letting that foul woman near you." Hermione started at him with her mouth agape incredulous at his words. She tried to sit up but he held on to her tightly.
"I didn't know; it's funny how you think after the war the prejudices and unfairness would just go away but it didn't quite happen that way did it?" Hermione said softly as Draco's hand started rubbing her back in erotic circles.
"No, No it did not. Are you ready to get out of this water?" Draco asked finally letting go of her. She seemed reluctant at first but after taking a deep breath she nodded yes.
"Yes, I suppose I am but I want Emma to help me out. I'm naked and I don't think you should see me this way." She finished primly crossing her hands over her small chest.
"What makes you think I wasn't the one who removed your clothes?" He asked his trade mark smirk in place.
"Did you?" Hermione's voice sounded apprehensive and her cheeks flamed red. Instead of answering her Draco left the bathroom and called out for Emma.
After she was dressed in a pair of silky red pajamas Hermione leaned against a nest of fluffy white pillows and took a long sing of the pain potion Dean had given her the day before, she desperately needed relief, the physical therapy had left her weak and in pain the progress she had felt complexly gone now.
"Are you decent?" Hermione heard Draco's voice and turned to look at the door as he reentered the room. He appeared as if he had been able to read her mine and her need to have him near.
"I'm in so much pain." She told him as he sat next to her.
"I know, that's why I'm here. Let me hold you, I can make you feel better." He whispered taking her small frame into his arms, she went without protest too weak to care that it was Draco Malfoy that held her so intimately. He's mire presence seemed to take the edge off her agony, it was weak to rely on him as she was but the time for strong Hermione, fighter Hermione, war Hermione was long gone. All that was left was a weak lonely sell in desperate need of comfort.
"I read something interesting this morning that I think will help you." She said trying to take her mind off both her physical and emotional pain. If she was concentrated on helping someone else then she didn't have to ponder on how helpless she actually was.
"Sshh, not now. "
"It's about the Veela I think I know who has the kind of information that we need to find your ancestor."
"We? Are you really going to help me bind the only thing that might be able to help you? Why?" Draco pulled Hermione away from himself slightly so he could look into her eyes, could she really be so selfless as to help him bind the beast that could change her life for the better.
"Yes we, I want to help you. There is no guarantee that our bonding will save my life, besides I want to see you happy I don't know why but the more time we spend together the more I realize that you aren't so bad." Her big brown eyes shone as she talked about him and Draco realized that the pull of the Veela was starting to affect her, somehow the thought didn't make him happy even though her falling for him would be beneficial to both of them. "I don't know why but I really want you to be happy."
"Lets try to sleep now, your body needs it." He insisted kissing her forehead and rocking her boy back and forward until her breathing became even and he realized she had fallen asleep.
Mine, Draco thought in the darken room, he wanted to possess her, to own her and have her by his side for eternity, see her belly grow with his children. No! The Veela wants those things, not me. Draco reminded himself angrily. It was becoming harder to fight his needs but he had to to for their sake, even death was better than making a mistake by bonding without her truly loving him and understanding the burden of being a Veela mate.
A/N: sorry for any grammatical mistakes I promise to read over and revise it soon, I just wanted to get this little filler chapter in, I'm so excited to be able to write again that I want to take full advantage of it. Please R&R tell me what you think good or bad. I know it's not the best chapter but I thought it necessary. Thanks to all you guys that review it really makes my day and lets me know if the story is going on the right direction. Working on the next chapter already will post it soon