Chapter 6

SORRY FOR THE WAIT. COVID has risen in NS so, i've been super busy at work.

Small mention of suicide. A question about rape. (None happen)

Hermione remained asleep for two days. Draco did all her could to heal her up. He poured multiple potions down her throat and used his wands to heal the lesser injuries.

He spent the rest of his time sitting and watching her. It was just after sunset on their third day, when Hermione opened her big brown eyes. Draco's heart soured as he watched her come alive.

"Take it easy." He told her as she shot up in bed.

Hermione was clearly disoriented, the last thing she remembered was Bellatrix on top of her. The immense pain that had been radiating threw her body.

"Where are Harry and Ron?"

Draco ran his hand up and down her bare leg, trying to reassure her. "They're safe too, Dobby got them out."

"They aren't here." She deduced.

"No. They are at another location. Once you are fully healed we will meet up with them. I'm sure Potter and Weasley won't be going anywhere without you."

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "I'm fit to travel now."

Draco shook his head, his hands keeping Hermione from getting out of bed.

"You are still healing. Give yourself two more days of rest. Please."

Hermione threw herself back into a laying position, huffing. She would stay put for now, but as soon as the sun was up on day three, she was out of here. It could be nice, not sleeping out in the forrest, jumping awake at every little noise.

"Come to the kitchen when you are ready. I'm almost done making supper." Draco told her, deciding to give her a minute to herself.

It had almost been a whole year of just the three friends traveling together. He knew she would be anxious to get back to them.. Draco selfishly wanted a couple of days alone with her, he still could not believe she was really here. After the months of waiting and wondering, agonizing over what Hermione was doing at any given moment.

Hermione joined him in the kitchen a couple minutes later. She had not bothered to change out of the clean outfit he had dressed her in. His old Slytherin sweatshirt. Draco's lower stomach pulled as he looked her over. The way she hopped up onto the counter, bare legs hanging off the side. Dark green material swallowing her curvy little frame.

"How have you been?" She asked softly.

Hermione knew Draco was mad at her, she would be mad if he disappeared on her too. She hoped that after almost a full year apart, he had come to see her side. Why she did not tell him in advance that she would be leaving. Why she had no choice but to leave. Why she had not let him come with her.

"It's been rather quiet actually. The dark lord has been obsessed with finding Potter. He is rarely at the manor, most of the time he doesn't even keep in contact with us." He turned from the stove, placing his hand on the counter on either side of her. "But if you were referring to how it's been since you left me. It's been soul shattering."

His grey eyes peered into hers, he watched her swallow her feelings down.

"I didn't leave you. I-"

Draco's fists clenched against her thighs. "You used your magic against me, making it impossible for me to stop you, to follow you. You shattered my heart and ran away with the two people I hate most. I've heard not a peep of you since that day. Snape is the only reason I am still breathing right now!"

Hermione flinched at the confession. "You wouldn't." She did not believe Draco Malfoy was the type to kill himself.

"I was driven mad by the fact that I could not find you. I tried tracking you down for six months before I finally stopped. I knew I wouldn't find you, you had months of planning, to picking the right wards and spells to cast keeping you three safe and undetected. That's not to say I didn't exhaust every possible option. And I did. I was obsessed with the fact that I could feel you out there, I just didn't know where you were."

"Living without you was worse than dying. Snape found me, I was in a furry one night. He showed me how I could be with you, even if only in my mind. I assume he survived Lily's murder that way. Show'd me how to create dream scapes and how to put you in them. That's how I kept going, until you turned up at the manor."

Hermione brought her hand up to rest gently on Draco's cheek. "I never meant for you to hurt like that."

"I'm not daft, I don't know specifics but, I know why you three left. I know it's selfish, but I would have let the world burn if it meant not living without you for the past year."

Hermione wrapped her legs around Draco's waist, his arms slithered around her.

"I'm sorry."

He looked at her, eyes steel. "Don't do it again."

Hermione swallowed. "The war isn't over yet. Harry, Ron and I, we still have something we have to do."

"I can not do another year like this one Hermione."

You might have too, she thought to herself."You're weren't the only one who was missing someone."

"You knew where I was."

She nodded. "Coming to you, showing up at the manor. You know it would have gotten both of us killed."

Dracos hand flattened against her thigh, sliding up under his sweatshirt. Hermione's thighs widened slightly. Draco kept his upward path until he came upon uneven skin. His mouth salivated as his fingers slid over the imprint of his teeth.

Hermione's eyes fluttered closed, chin falling to her chest.

Suddenly Draco pulled away, his aunts voice echoing in his head.

"How long did Greyback hold you captive?"

Hermione shook her head to dissolve the memories that came forward. "Weeks, It was hard to keep track after the first week. I couldn't say exactly. Why do you ask?"

Draco's back was rim rod straight as he looked only in her eyes. "Did he touch you?"

Hermione shrugged, "He beat the living hell out of all of us, that's about it."

"He wanted to do so much worse to you. I dove inside his mind as he bleed to death at my feet. He had lots of fantasies of what he would do with your body, but he died before I could confirm if he'd laid his putrid vile paws-"

"Hey." Hermione silenced him. "He didn't."

"You need to be honesty with me."

"I am." Hermione insisted.

"You wouldn't lie-"

"Not about this."

Draco's exhale fanned across her face. His forehead bumping hers. Giving himself time to breath her in. Her scent was mouth watering, his veela was screaming at him to get a taste. Hermione was fine, she had not be violated in the worst possible way.

"I am sorry. For what it's worth." She muttered into the space between them.

Once he gained his bearings, Draco turned back to the stove. Hermione smiled at him.

"After almost a year, you've finally got me back and all you want is to feed me?"

Draco froze, spatula in hand. "You are healing." He ground out.

There was a shuffle behind him and a moment later his green sweater had been tossed onto the counter next to him. He turned in shock, Hermione sat atop the counter clad in only her panties.

"I think I've healed enough." She gestured to her body.

There were no scrapes or bruises that had covered her body only yesterday. Hermione sat perched, waiting for Draco to make a move.

Draco swallowed, his Veela was seconds away from reaching out and taking what was theirs.

Picking up the sweatshirt, Draco moved back across the kitchen and held it out for Hermione to take.

She took the item from his out streached arm and placed it beside her on the counter. She smiled sweetly at him, waiting for his resolve to break.

"I read almost all the lore on Veela that was available while at school. Your eyes have been a deep silver ever since I opened my eyes." Hermione slide off the counter. "I understand you're trying to do the 'right thing', but I don't need you to protect me."

Draco looked her dead in the eye. "I exist to protect you. A little sexual frustration isn't going to keep me from doing the right thing."

"Who's to say what the right things is."

Draco swallowed down the saliva that had been pooling in his mouth, Hermione looked like sin.

"Hermione."

She bit her lip, her panties dampening. By the way his eyes flashed, Hermione knew Draco could smell her.

"I'm so fucking mad at you." He told her.

Hermione bit her lip. "I know."

Draco kept his eyes locked on hers, trying to ignore that other than a pair of dark purple panties she was completely naked before him. After a year, she was here and telling him to give in. Just like she had their first night together.

Draco reach out and grabbed Hermione's jaw, pulling her lips into his. His veela lost his mind. Ripping her from the counter, Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist. Moaning as their hips connected.

"You're mine." He growled.

Draco wanted to lay her out on the floor and make up for the months she took away from them. Despite that urge, she was still recovering, so he quickly made his way back to the bedroom.

Hermione's back connected with the soft sheets on the bed, she reached for Draco's pants and fought to pull them down. His lips were all over her collarbone, hands groping at her hips.

His lips were all over her and Hermione could not keep the smile off her face. Her whole body was tingling. She knew Draco and his veela were switching in and out of control.

With a swish of his wand, Draco was naked. Sitting back on his heels, Draco's fingers slid in the band of Hermione's panties and pulled them from her body.

Cock in hand, Draco dragged the head down Hermione's very wet lips. She squirmed and her groaned eyes rolling back into his head. It had been so long since he had his hand on her, been inside her. He tilted his hips forward, his tip pushing it's way inside her warmth.

Hermione's hips tilted, her back rising off the bed. Draco seemed back in control as he entered her. His eyes locked on where they joined, as he guided himself inside her. When he bottomed out, Hermione whimpered and reached for him.

Draco held himself over her, locking his lips with hers. His hips started a steady pace, Hermione moaned into his mouth. Draco's hands fisted into the blankets, her hands were at his back, pulling him closer.

"Don't you ever think about leaving again." He cemented each word with a deep thrust.

His left hand released its hold on the blankets to circle around Hermione's waist.

"Draco." Hermione clenched down on him, her body shaking.

"That's it. Cum for me." He encouraged, lips at her ear.

Hermione gasped as he body jerked with her release, Draco's thumb landed on her clit. He prolonged her orgasm as he made his way to his own release. Draco dropped his head to the mattress, panting into Hermione's ear.

Her body twitched against his, while he pressed his hips down to keep himself fully inside her.

Hermione pushed his hand away from her clit, where it had continued to do lazy circles. Draco slid his arms between her naked body and the bed. Holding her in a hug. He waited days to be able to do this, just hold her the way he wanted to.

His veela was happily sedated, but he knew it would not be long till he was yearning to have her again. Hermione's fluttering walls continued to massage his cock, it started to become too much. He pulled his hips back to slid out of her, never releasing his hold on her.

"I'll chain you to this bed if I have to. I don't care if you hate me for it." He said, lips pressed to her shoulder.

Hermione's hand ran up and down his back, in a rhythm that made him want to take a nap.

"The war isn't over." she whispered.

Draco held her tight and rolled so she was now above him. He scooted them toward the headboard so he could get into a sitting position. Hermione readjusted herself in his lap, pulling back so she could get a look at his face.

"Harry, Ron and I. We have to finish what Dumbledore helped us start."

"And why can't I help you finish it? I can't go back home, not after I attacked my aunt."

Hermione sighed, not really wanting to be naked if they were going to fight.

"Maybe we should get dressed?" Hermione shifted as if to go do just that.

Draco grabbed her bare hips and pulled her back to his lip. He shook his head, "No, you're going to stay right here."

Hermione rubbed her face with both hands, before letting them fall to Draco's chest.

"We all have a roll to play-"

"What role and I playing exactly? Sitting alone in agony, hoping that you're alive? Waiting with bated breath to hear an announcement that you've been killed or that my veela is so starved for you that it shrivels up and kills us both?"

Hermione shakes her head. "By aiding Snape in keeping Hogwarts safe."

"I could give a fuck about that damn school." He gripped at her hips. "Keeping you safe-alive, that is what I care about."

"People die in war." She tried to placate him.

"Not you." He growled.

"My life, is worth killing that evil snake." She laid a hand to his cheek. "And you do care about Hogwarts. You can throw around all the bluster and bs you want, but you care."

Draco shook his head. "Snape explained Dumbledore's plan to me. You really think Harry can kill him?"

"Yes. I know he can. Just think, the sooner this is all over, the sooner you get me all to yourself."

"I have you all to myself right now. Hidden away where I know you're safe."

"I am being safe with the boys."

Draco's eyes dropped to the letters his aunts dagger left on his mates beautiful arm.

"I beg to differ."

Hermione dropped her head to Draco's shoulder, this was an impossible conversation. They were talking in circles. Hermione was leaving to meet up with Ron and Harry, they were not going to stop until they got everything they needed to kill Voldemort. When it was all over, she would let Draco take her where ever he wanted.

The death of one man would not be enough to stop the vile hatred of muggle borns and muggles a like. Hermione will still be in danger because of who her parents are for years to come. She did not want to play that card with Draco right now. He was clearly still dealing with the fall out of when she last left him.

Hermione rolled her hips forward, Draco's fingers tightened on her waist.

"What if I want you to beg for something else?" Hermione flushed at her bold words.

Draco grunted, hips jerking as her warmth slid over his length.

"Malfoy's don't beg."

Hermione raised a challenging eye brow, Draco's eyes changing color as his veela came alive.

"What about my mate, does he beg?" She taunted.

Draco felt his veela's eagerness to give into his mates needs. But his pride and ego were a little too large to give in so easily.

In one fluid motion Draco had Hermione beneath him. He nipped her shoulder, licking over the bite he had given her over a year ago in the great hall.

"He would rather I just take what's ours."

Hermione wiggled her hips in a taunting manner. "Yours huh? I don't see a ring on this finger."

"What if I have one?"

Just like that, all humour was sucked from the room.

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