Chapter 7

Honey moon mayhem

Today was the day.

The day of stress.

The day of chaos.

The day she got married.

Hermione was, to put it lightly, freaking out.

"Calm down 'Mione," her friend Ginny told her.

"Yes, you are attracting the sesrets monster," Luna lovegood added.

Hermione just shook her head.

"Am I doing the right thing," she asked them both. "I mean isn't it too soon."

"Do not go all cold feet on me missy, "Ginny suddenly said. "You are a Gryffindor, where's that Gryffindor courage."

"Back at Hogwarts," Hermione replied.

Ginny hit her on her arm roughly.

"Go put your dress on," she laughed.

"Yes, it is nearing time for your bonding," Luna said in her calm voice.

Hermione laughed and went to fetch her dress.

….

Draco Malfoy was nervous.

No that's an understatement.

He was terrified that my little pony would make him jump in fear.

"Ay mate, calm down," his friend and best man Blaise said.

"Calm down," he hissed. "You are not the one getting married. I mean what if she decides she doesn't want to marry me or what if something bad happens. We still never figured out how Astoria got that dagger."

"Mate, it's your wedding day," Teddy added. "Nothing could go wrong. It's the honey moon where all the trouble starts."

The three men laughed.

"Oh yes," Draco nodded. "I like trouble."

"Now mate," Zabini said. "Go put on your tux"

"Yes," teddy said. "It's almost time."

Draco nodded and went for his tuxedo.

…..

The music was playing, everyone was standing up.

Finally she emerged.

The audience of the wedding gasped.

There she stood, getting ready to march down the aisle, looking just stunning.

Her dress was as white as snow, it was long and poufy from the waist down but tight and like a wrap on her torso.

It had a v cut that accentuated her assets and she wore a beautiful diamond necklace.

It sparkled as she moved and the train looked like the finest silk ever.

She wasn't wearing extensive amounts of makeup, just light eye shadow and lip-gloss.

Her beauty was neck breaking not head turning.

Draco couldn't believe it.

There was the perfect woman, fifteen feet away, and she was going to marry him.

He saw the looks in all the men's faces and got a tad bit jealous. It was the veela in him.

She was absolutely beautiful.

…..

The wedding was in word, spectacular.

Everyone enjoyed themselves, the food was great, and the music was amazing.

But finally they were alone, in Paris, for the first night of their honey moon.

And what a night it was.

….

Hermione was awoken by a small noise in their room.

She looked around, still a little groggy and exhausted from their activities.

She swore she saw someone towering over Draco.

She must be seeing things.

She shrugged it off.

When she woke up she could sense something was wrong.

She turned around to look at Draco, he wasn't there.

She got up and decided to go bathe.

When she was finished she was surprised with a fabulous breakfast awaiting them.

"Morning Granger," Draco said.

"Its Malfoy now," she teased. "Did you do this?"

"What?" he said feigning insult? "You don't think I could make such an amazing breakfast."

That was exactly what she thought.

It was quite amazing.

There where scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, hot chocolate, chocolate biscuits and a variety of fruit.

"It looks delectable," she said smiling.

"So do you," he replied kind of darkly.

That sent an involuntary shiver throughout Hermione.

"Let's eat," she requested.

They began to eat in silence.

Something was off and she couldn't tell what it was.

She looked at Draco, he was fidgeting.

"Is there something a matter, love," she asked.

He shook his head.

"You sure, because-ouch," she yelped.

She had touched the edge of her plate, it was apparently broken.

It made a small cut on her hand.

She was about to wipe off the blood when Draco grabbed her hand.

He had grabbed quite hard and was hurting her.

"Draco," she winced. "Draco you are hurting me."

He didn't even respond.

His eyes were the grey red ocean again.

"Draco," she said panicking.

He brought her hand to his mouth.

"Draco," she said. "Draco you are scaring me."

He licked the blood on her hand.

"Dra," before she could finish he bit into her hand with immense strength.

He was gnawing and she was crying for him to stop.

"Dra-mph," she tried to say but he had covered her mouth with his large hand and pushed her roughly to the floor.

She should have never left her want in her room.

He let go of her hand but proceeded to attack her neck.

She gasped at the pain.

'I need to fight him,' she thought.

Now she concentrated on pushing him off of her.

He flew off of her and hit the wall.

Blood was oozing down her neck and she was getting really dizzy.

"Filthy mudblood," she heard him mutter.

….

He didn't know what was going on.

His veela was yelling at him for hurting his mate but right now all he wanted to do was drink her blood.

Her fabulous ruby red blood.

"Draco," she cried. "Draco snaps out of it."

His veela was terrified; she looked like she was in a lot of pain.

"Hermione," he choked out. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

He unwillingly lunged at her and sunk his teeth a right in her heart area.

She screamed in pain.

His veela was screaming at him to stop, yet he couldn't.

"Draco," she cried. "Draco stop, you are going to….."

His veela was enraged and helpless.

Stop, Draco was telling himself.

Stop! He yelled at his constant sucking and gnawing.

You are going to kill, Draco and his veela yelled.

She had fainted in his arms, teeth in her neck.

….