Hey guys, first i want to say I'm so very sorry I'm a terribly flaky writer but I promise I will see this story to the end! Pinky swear. I know its been forever but here it is finally chapter 11. Please please review (I know I have no right to ask anything of you guys its been so long since my last update but it really helps to know what you think) Warning this chapter is smutty!

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Harry stared at the reports from St Mungo's in frustration. The healers couldn't find any traces of memory charms in Baylard Whipple the clerk who tried to attack Lord Heiner with the corrupted poison yet the man's life didn't indicate any radical behavior political or otherwise. Baylard was as normal as a wizard could be, of average appearance and magical strength. He worked as a clerk for the Wizengamot for the past six years, and before that he was employed as a law clerk in Austria and moved to England because he's elderly mother had fallen ill. Baylard lived alone in a small cottage in Surrey, his neighbors and coworkers described him as a sweet and hardworking man. It just didn't make sense, Baylard Whipple didn't fit the bill of a dark wizard. Besides the man kept insisting that a voice had commanded that he commit the crime, and even though there where no signs of curses there where some lesions found in the man's brain.

Coming up with more questions than answers Harry put the papers aside and cast a tempus, it was almost midnight. Harry decided to go home and rest for a while, he had been working the new case for nearly twelve hours without any real results. He hoped that in the morning he would take a look at the reports with fresh eyes and find something he had missed. A swift purposeful knock on the door to his office interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in." The door opened and Harry was more than surprised to see the person who swiftly entered his office and closed the door. "Malfoy what are you doing here? Has there been any progress on the poison?" The blonde looked as tired and frustrated as Harry felt.

"No, I've run a number of tests but have found nothing useful. I left a diagnostic charm running. It's more detailed, I should get the results in forty eight hours. Anything on your end?"

"I can't discuss an ongoing investigation with you." Harry said grabbing his cloak and scarf. The case was only twelve hours old and already it looked hopeless.

"Cut the Auror shit Potter, this isn't just any case. This can save Granger's life and mine." Draco said slamming his fist onto Harry's desk sending a few documents scattering around.

"You think I don't know that?" Harry looked at Malfoy with barely contained anger, just the sight of the man in front of him put him on edge. Harry had promised Luna that he would try to be civil with the entitled little shit for Hermione's sake but seeing him like that demanding answers like he actually cared about saving Hermione and not just himself made Harry's skin crawl. All Harry could remember where the horrible things Malfoy had said and done to Hermione while they where growing up at school. He could only see the reason for Hermione's current predicament when he looked at Malfoy.

Just because the git was part Veela and Hermione his mate it didn't mean the past was forgotten and that all the darkness in Draco Malfoy had magically evaporated. They where all still the same people they had been ten years earlier, slightly wiser but still the same.

"Then why are you trying to be an obstacle, let me save her!" Draco screamed, recognizing the signs and knowing that he and Potter where seconds from coming to blows. But damned the man for standing in the way of Draco's freedom, if Draco could find an antidote finally than Hermione would live, he would live and bind the blasted beast inside him. Just as Harry had reached he's breaking point with Malfoy the office door flew open almost knocking the blonde over. They both turned to see Luna gracefully glide through the doorway.

"Harry I've come to kidnap you...Draco hello, I'm sorry should I come back?"

"No, I was just leaving. I find the Aurors' to be incredibly unwilling to help those they swore to protect. Goodnight." Draco walked past the stunned young woman leaving the occupants of the office in silence.

"Harry you promised." Luna accused, after Draco left. She didn't have to elaborate, Harry knew she was referring to the fact that he had said he would try and get along with the former Slytherin. Harry finished putting on his scarf and walked up to his wife engulfing her in a tight hug, he was always so happy to see her, her presence always calmed him and around her he could always be himself without any reservations. He pecked her on the lips a few times before she looked at him pointedly.

"I know love, its just so hard to deal with that prick." She rolled her eyes and kissed him passionately.

"So what about that kidnapping?" He smiled wolfishly making Luna giggle, they exited the Ministry and Harry was so glad to have a distraction form work even if it was just for a few hours.

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Draco entered the townhouse annoyed beyond words, damn Potter and his high handed attitude. Potter was letting his feelings towards Draco to get in the way of the things that mattered, not that Draco would expect any less from the dim witted git. He felt the familiar tug of want mix with his consuming anger as he walked up the stairs to the second floor of the townhouse where she awaited. Draco sighed in resignation the beast wanted her so he wanted her and he was very tired of fighting it, it was after all a losing battle. He entered the darken sick room and spotted her laying in bed, for a split second he thought she was sleeping but as soon as she heard the door creak she sat up. Draco turned on the lights with a flick of his wand and the sight of his mate almost brought him to his knees.

"How did it go?" She asked as he sat down on the edge of her bed, without thinking he ran his fingers though her silky brown hair. It still laid flat around her and it was much thinner than it had been in the past but like the rest of her it was slowly coming back to life.

"Same as always I'm afraid, my tests have turned up nothing so far, although I left a very strong diagnostic running. We shall see if there is anything to be learned in a couple of days." He saw her face fall and inwardly cursed Potter to hell, he couldn't see disappointment on her face it bother the monster festering in him to see his mate anything but happy. Unfortunately for all of them Draco knew deep down that he would never be able to make her truly happy for while his heart belonged to her his mind was still solely his and a part of him would always resent her for the power she had over him.

"What about Harry, has he turned up anything?"

"If he has he isn't telling me." Draco snapped making her jump slightly, damn now he had frighten her. "I'm sorry, I've had a very long day. You go to sleep, I'm going to go take a shower."

Hermione laid in bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to the running shower in the adjoining en-suite. She could sense Draco's anger and reluctance to be near her and frankly she had no idea how to feel about the numerous mixed signals she was constantly on the receiving end. She knew that he was her only hope and the reason she had hung around for so long after being poisoned, Veela's she had learned recently where very powerful beings and through association, so were their mates. The one thing she knew for sure was that she no longer wanted to live in pain and misery and after the second marking she was finally feeling almost normal and Hermione was not willing to give that up. She was not a quitter and after feeling alive for the last couple of days she wanted to get back to health and lead a healthy productive life.

The one thing that truly puzzled her was Draco's powerful resistance. From the research she'd done Veela's were not able to live without their mate's after finding them and Draco had spent ten years knowing exactly who that was and avoiding her completely a fact that if she was honest with herself she resented greatly, even though she must admit she doesn't love him and plain out hated him in school she would have bonded with the devil himself rather than suffer as she had the past. She heard the door to her room open again and Draco silently crawled into bed, his back to her. Hermione rolled her eyes and scooted closer to him, touching him gently on his muscular back. Draco turned to face and stared into her brown eyes.

"Don't, now that the second marking has been done not even my strongest suppressant is working properly. It's all I can do not to devour you." His passionate confession sent sensual chills down her spine and Hermione realized she didn't want him to hold back, she wanted to touch him, kiss him and have him make love to her, to do to her all the things she had missed out on due to her illness. She inched closer their breath coming out harshly from shared arousal and combining.

Feeling bolder than she had her entire life Hermione gathered the legendary Gryffindore courage and gently ran her finger tips across Dracos's plump lower lip, his tongue seemed to unwillingly follow her path.

"What if I said I didn't want you to control yourself?" She heard him take in a harsh breath and grab her hand non too gently.

"You don't know what you are saying, its the beast's allure that is making you feel this way. Like I said the markings are making it harder to stay apart." Hermione pushed closer to Draco her small breast grazing his arm, she pressed a tentative kiss on his jaw, and her free hand caressed his chest.

"I want you..." She whispered sensually and watched as his resolved broke and he pulled her nearly on top of him, pulling her head down and crushing her lips in a forceful nearly crazed kiss. Guilt tried to niggle its way through her, but she pushed it down, she knew she was manipulating him, that he was unable to resist her and while she intended to keep her promise to help him, being with Draco made her strong, made her feel alive and it also made her feel feminine and wanted like she'd never felt before.

Draco felt Hermione open her mouth and surrender to him, he tightened his arms around her wanting to mold their bodies together as close as humanly possible. He had been waiting for this moment since he turned eighteen, wanting her dreaming about claiming her, being inside of her and now that the moment had come with willingness and eagerness on her part it felt almost surreal and he feared he would wake at any moment alone and in pain. Breaking for breath he trailed frenzied kisses down her neck leaving a trail of soft love bites.

"Merlin I've never been so aroused in my entire life." He whispered as he made his way to her small pale shoulder. She moaned sensually in his ear nearly undoing him on the spot. He ripped the silk top she wore from her body sending small buttons flying across the room and making her shiver from a combination of need and anxiety at doing such things with someone for the first time. He rubbed his face on her breasts inhaling his mate's scent making the beast claw with crazed desperation. He looked down at her exposed breasts, round and perky with perfect pink nipples erect and ready for his mouth. Draco felt his cock harden painfully and unable to wait any longer took one pert nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his swirling tongue before capturing it between his teeth.

"Draco," Hermione moaned, gripping silky soft blonde hair between her fingers and pressing herself more firmly against him, the foreign sensations consuming her. She squirmed a little to relieve the pressure mounting between her legs. "Take off your shirt too." She begged through clenched teeth, the entire time they'd been sharing a bed she had not seen him without a shirt on. He pulled away and yanked off his shirt, and through the moonlight streaming from the the opened curtains she had her first view of his magnificent chest. Draco's shoulder were broad with a defined, muscular torso, slim waist that lead down to tapered hips. She followed the thin line of blond hair leading lower past his black pyjamas bottoms. Hermione saw the tent of his arousal left in his pants and subconsciously licked her suddenly dry lips. She heard him groan and found herself suddenly pinned on her back.

"My turn to taste those lips." He pressed his mouth to hers the kiss was so sweet and gentle it nearly brought tears to her eyes. "Delicious." He said as he pulled away and stared into her eyes making Hermione blush from the intimacy and love she could clearly see in them. Knowing that he had no control over it and that he would probably hate them both in the morning she hesitated slightly and started to pull away when she felt his fingers sneak past her underwear and into her molten core, his thumb gently rubbing her clit making her gasp with pleasure and need.

She was so fucking wet, her hot tight pussy pulling his fingers in deeper bringing images of how beautifully tight she had fit around his cock the first time he took her, she was made for him. "Draco, please" Hermione begged as she bucked her hips against his hand making him smirk, yes she had power over him but at that moment he was in control, he set the pace and made her feel things she had never felt before. The memory of he being her first assailed him making him feel powerful and forcefully possessive of her, she had been untouched and if his Veela had anything to say about it she would only know and want his touch for as long as they lived.

"Draco I can't take it, I need more." She begged her body shivering from the pulled his dewy fingers from her body and licked them clean as she watched. Merlin she tasted good. He knew in that moment that no matter what he did he would never get enough of her. Draco wandlessly whispered a spell making the rest of their clothes disappear.

Hermione's eyes nearly popped out of her head at the sight of he's fully erect cock, she was no expert but she knew he was magnificently endowed, his cock was thick and long slightly veined and a drop of pre cum glistening at the crown of his member. Tentatively she reached down and touched him, he was silky soft and hard as steel. Draco moaned and she grew bolder wrapping her small hand as best she could around him and rubbing his cock slowly and a bit awkwardly. His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. "Don't!" He protested.

He let go of her wrist and parted her thighs. Unable to control himself or hold back he rammed into her with one forceful thrust, he felt her gasp in pain and try to pull away as he stretched her, her body tensing up from obvious discomfort. He cursed himself and remained perfectly still bringing his hands to cup her face and leaning in to kiss her gently. "It's ok, just relax." He whispered as the kiss slowly went from gentle and coaxing to passionate and demanding. Slowly she started moving her hips and he thanked his lucky stars he had not ruined things by letting the beast take control. He started to move agonizingly slow which took an inhuman discipline he was not aware he possessed. Draco rained kisses on her face as he pick up a little speed, finally she moaned and bucked her hips against him needing more friction. Unadulterated lust took over him at the sound of her pleasure and his body sped up of its own accord. She met him thrust for thrust driving him to madness.

"Yes, Oh Merlin yes that feel so good Draco." She screamed near his ear wrapping her slim legs around his waist. "Faster." Her word broke the last of his resolve and Draco rammed his cock in her with primal urgency. He was surrounded by her scent, and the sound of his body sliding in and out of her nearly drove him to the edge. Nothing had ever felt so good, none of the very experienced Slytherine and Ravenclaw girls he had been with before coming into his magical inheritance had brought him such ecstasy. Draco wanted to spend the rest of his life buried inside this woman because without her he would never feel complete. Hermione could feel a slow burning build up and spread from her lower belly through her entire body, rapidly consuming her and making her lose sense of anything other than Draco. She raked her nails down his back in desperation as he finally brought her to such an intense peak that she screamed out as an explosion of intense pleasure sliced through her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Hermione shook uncontrollably as Draco picked up speed and suddenly strained against her as he climaxed with a low grunt releasing his seed deep into her womb.

He laid on top of her a dead weight as they both caught their breaths. Draco never knew it could be like that. The thought worried him, after all he was a selfish man and he knew that as they grew closer together he could lose sight of his goal to break away from her and any bonds that made them vulnerable to each other. Slowly he lifted away from her and curled her body into his. Wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. He couldn't help it or blame it all on the beast he wanted to bask in the after glow with her, after all he had just had the most mind blowing sex of his life.

"That was..." Hermione began in the darkness as the sweat cooled on their bodies but stopped short at a loss for words for the first time in her life. He chuckled against her neck and breath her in deeply it soothed the beast to be surrounded by her in this way.

"I never thought I'd see the day that Hermione Granger would be at a loss for words, and all because of little old me." He laughed as she swatted at his arm and tried to pull away to no avail, now that he had her he wasn't letting go, not tonight anyway.

"You are an idiot," She grumbled between a large yawn. She burrowed deeper into him and closed her eyes a content smile on her face. "We are going to have to talk about what just happened."

"I know, not tonight. Just go to sleep and we will see what tomorrow brings ok?"

"Ok." She answered already half asleep. Draco laid next to her for hours after she had fallen asleep just staring blindly ahead of him and contemplating his options, after tonight things would never be the same again. What he wasn't sure of was if that was a good or a bad thing. As sleep finally started to claim him Hermione started to become restless in his arms a sheen of sweat covered her clammy body and he realized she was having a nightmare.

"Delphine, Où es-tu?" She spoke in desperate French."Pourquoi m'as-tu laissé? Revient! Je t'en prie." She cried like a wounded animal with such intense pain that it frighten Draco. He shook her awake and she stared around disoriented with tears streaming down her ashen face.

"It's all right, it was just a dream. You're alight." Draco gathered her in his arms. Placing a soothing hand on her back as he cooed in her ear and rocked her back and forward, she sobbed quietly in his arms holding on tightly almost painfully.

"I don't know why I'm so upset, I can't even remember the dream." She confessed after she had calmed down slightly. Draco frowned, a sense of forbidding setting in her chest. This wasn't the first time he had heard Hermione cry out for the mysterious Delphine. The time before was right after the second marking when he had taken her virginity.

Translation

First sentence- "Delphine, where are you."

Second sentence- "why did you leave me? Return! I beg you."