Chapter 24 You Smell Different
Authors Note: Happy New Year! I was thinking about writing an intense chapter but instead I gave you guys a little present. Might I add I love starting out the New Year with Dramione. Anyways Enjoy!
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"Harry! Harry!" Hermione was walking towards his sleeping form with nothing but her wand for light. She started to lightly shake his stiff form. "Harry! Harry!"
"Huh?" He quickly shot up in bed, reaching for his glasses. The small laughter to his right sobered him up from his slumber. "Hermione?"
"Yeah?" His eyes finally adjusted as he stared at the girl in front of him.
"Hermione, your awake!" He slid is arms around her waist and pulled her down onto the bed. His hug got tighter as he whispered in her hair. "I was so worried. Hermione I'm so sorry. You don't understand how bad I felt."
She pulled away so she could look up at his soft face. She knew he had lost so much. Dumbledore, Sirius, Dobby, and he was afraid to lose her. It truly touched her heart. "The important thing is I'm here now. I just want to put the Manor incident behind me. Now where's Ron?"
He hugged her one more time, just to make sure she was real and not a figure of his imagination. Her only response was a cheeky smile as Harry stood from the bed and began to walk down the small hallway. Obviously interested she followed. "Harry what are you doing?" He shushed her before creaking open a random door and slowly entering the dark room. She stood by the door as Harry got down right next to the sleeping person.
"OH MY GOD, WHY ARE THERE SO MANY SPIDERS? IS THAT MALFOY AS A FERRET AGAIN? RON WAKE UP! YOUR MISSING THIS!"
Suddenly Ron jerked out of bed, slamming his butt on the cold hard floor. "Spiders! Where?" His wand was raised as he looked around frantically. Harry had fallen on the bed consumed by a laughing fit as Hermione was hunched over, gripping her sides. "There are no spiders!" Ron huffed loudly as he stood, watching his two best friends dying of laughter. "It wasn't funny!" He turned his back to the pair as they tried to compose themselves.
"Aren't you happy I'm awake?" She was wiping away tears as he quickly hugged her.
"Come on mate, it's not like there were actually any spiders." Harry tried to place a hand on his friend shoulder before Ron roughly turned and faced him.
"How would you feel if I woke you up screaming about your greatest fear?" His finger was poking Harry in the chest like a mother would do. It gave a very Molly Weasley feel.
"I fear, fear itself." Ron's face turned a shade of red as he stared at his lifelong friend.
"Git." The serious expressions didn't last long as the entire golden trip broke down into a fit of giggles. Hermione tackled her friends to the ground as she clung on tight.
"I love you guys so much!" Murmurs of agreement were heard as she stood. "Now off to bed! Its still the middle of the night!" The sentence reminded her of the time she was yelling at them after the Yule Ball in Forth year.
"No problem." Ron immediately jumped into bed as Harry and Hermione left the room.
"Goodnight Hermione." He planted a small friendly kiss on her cheek before entering his room. With a smile, Hermione slowly walked back to her room in a Luna like manner. Upon entering her room, she was roughly grabbed and held flush against a warm body. Draco's head was in her hair, sniffing her neck like a dog.
"What are you doing?" He ignored her completely and began to sniff the other side of her neck. Nibbling on the spot he once marked as his. A shiver ran through her body as Draco stepped away, arms crossed, looking her up and down. "What?" She mimicked his pose but began to tap her foot lightly on the ground.
"You smell different."
She gawked at him for a few seconds before realizing he wanted an answer. "I smell different."
"Yes. Why?" He took a step closer. She took a step back.
"Well how am I supposed to know? It's not like I go around smelling myself every day and comparing it to yesterday's scent."
He approached her until her back was pressed against the wall. His nose dove for her neck once more as he took a big whiff of her supposedly different scent. They were just staring into each other's eyes as the realization dawned on Hermione. Veela's have heightened senses. One of the main points is the Veela identifying their mate by a certain smell. Hugging Harry and Ron must have rubbed their scent on to hers. In terms of Draco, making her smell different. A smirk appeared on her small pink lips as she held his eye contact.
"Tell me."
"I don't know what you talking about." She was trying to get free from his hold when he growled. The action caught Hermione so off guard she had no idea what to do. He growled. Draco Malfoy actually growled. Like an animal! Her mouth was hanging open as her eyes grew. She actually felt the rumble of his body as the deep growl escaped his lips.
"Liar." His voice was dangerously low as both their eyes turned black. Hermione was again shocked but decided to hold her ground. She would never let Draco Malfoy win this easily.
"Am not." Wow. Nice comeback Hermione. What are you five?
"Don't lie! I saw you figure it out! Now tell me!" He slammed his foot on the ground. Suddenly Hermione didn't feel so childish. A smirk replaced her frown.
"Draco shush before you wake the whole house." Another growl escaped his slightly parted lips. "And anyways, why should I tell you?" She spat the word 'you' in his face. Enjoying the reaction, she received in return.
"I don't like you smelling different. I deserve to know why as your Veela." His eyes were scanning her face with intense passion. She couldn't help but feel bad as the words 'your Veela' rang in her head. She rather liked the idea of having him all to herself after the war was over.
"Fine. Smell is an important thing to a Veela. So, I guess when I was hugging Harry and Ron, their scents rubbed off onto me." An idea popped into her head. "Plus, Harry pulled me down onto his bed, so I guess that would increase the smell, and he kissed my cheek. So, I guess you are smelling Harry on me." She finished with a smirk. Not even flinching from his intense stare during her explanation.
His pale face immediately flashed to red. "What! Why were you and Potter on his bed! And he kissed you! I'll show little Scarhead where he can kiss it." Draco had let go of Hermione and was marching to the door. Fist clenching. Hermione did find the whole situation amusing but she had to stop him before something rash happened.
"Draco!" She grabbed his wrist and spun him around to face her, "Will you calm down. Harry was just glad to see me awake. Plus, he's dating Ginny. But I do rather like the jealous you." She slid her arms around his neck as he captured her waist with his arms. Like it was the most nature thing in the world.
"Me jealous? Malfoys don't get jealous." She gave a small chuckle as he glared at her.
"Yeah whatever you say Malfoy." He was looking at her with a glare that could kill until an emotion flashed through his eyes. A cocky grin spread on his pale face as he eyed the bed then Hermione. She had her arms crossed and a skeptical look on her face. He could remember almost perfectly the time he did something like this during their Sixth year in the library.
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Once they entered the library Draco led her to her favorite section. A red comfy chair that looks out over the black lake. They stood their hand in hand looking at said chair. He sent her a mischievous smirk before sitting down in the chair. She rolled her eyes and went to grab another chair when two pale arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her onto his lap.
"Malfoy!"
He pulled her closer. "It's Draco to you." She huffed before grabbing a book and beginning to read. Every so often she looked up to find him smiling at her. When the spell affects wore off she would be in a world of rage. She tried not to imagine the pay back he would get as she leant against his chest. He was tangling his hands in her hair. Playing with various curls.
"Hermione why aren't you paying attention to me?" His words sounded so hurt as she looked up from her book to see puppy dog eyes. Strangely they were still black like hers and she wondered if it was due to their proximity.
"Because I am trying to read."
"But I want to talk to you!" He sounded like a toddler who wasn't allowed to have ice cream before dinner.
"About what?"
"Oh I don't know." His frown changed to a smile once he got her full attention. "We could talk about you."
"What about me?" Hermione was leaning against his chest twisting a button on his shirt.
"Well your hair is very interesting, your eyes swirl with gold flakes when your excited or passionate about something. Um you are drop dead gorgeous and you don't even wear makeup! Plus, you are smarted then me, smarted then everyone!"
Hermione started to blush. From her reaction Draco started to purr. "Wait are you purring?" A girlish smile sealed her lips.
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He quickly sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap with lightning speed. Before she could scream his hand was covering her mouth and his lips were kissing her exposed neck. "Draco! Let me go!"
"Can't do. You either smell like me or Potter, your choice."
"Well personally I would prefer to smell like – "
"Don't you dare say it."
"Harry."
Draco gasped and clutched his chest. "Wounded!"
"Just hush and continue to kiss my neck."
He lowered his lips to her ears. "How's this beautiful?" He proceeded lower his lips to the delicate skin of her neck. Kissing and sucking on different places. Hermione was trying hard to stop her face from turning the color of Ron's hair.
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"Hermione?" She was sleeping soundless in Draco's arms and clearly did not want to be woken up.
"What?" Her response was harsh as she snuggled deeper into him.
"You have to wake up." He kissed her cheek as her brow drew together.
"But I don't want to."
"But I have to go."
"No." She snuggled further into him and held onto his arms around her waist with an iron grip. The chuckle that released his lips rippled through Hermione like a wave. She was fully awake but refused to leave the warm comforts of the sheets. Even if she had to fight for it.
"Hermione…" He whispered his name in her ear. "You, Scarhead, and the Weasel have things planned. I can tell. And anyways people are going to come looking for me if I don't head back soon." She shifted her position and was now facing him on the bed.
"When will I see you again?" The worry in her eyes scared him. Hermione Granger was not supposed to look weak He gave her a short emotion filled kiss on the lips before answering.
"I honestly don't know. But promise me this."
"Anything." He couldn't help and smile at her eagerness and passion
"Wait for me. We may not see each other until the war ends. I have to know that you'll wait for me. That we will find each other after all of this. Please?"
"Like I said, anything." She gave a smile as she threw her arms around his neck. Soaking in the smell of his skin. "I love you."
"I love you too." He placed a small kiss on her forehead before vanishing once more with the spell and leaving the small cottage.
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"Draco Lucius Malfoy where have you been! It's been days!" Narcissa walked up to Draco and grabbed the book he was reading before smacking him across the face.
"Ow! What was that for?" He was now standing, facing his furious mother.
"Where have you been!"
"With her. You were the one who told me to go after her!"
"Not for four days." He gave a cheeky smile before hugging her.
"I've missed you." His mother looked at him with a smile on her face. All previous anger forgotten. They sat down on the couch together before Narcissa began to lunch various question at him while he responded in full blown answers. Just enjoying each other's company.
"Isn't it wonderful mother? She's going to wait for me, I can't believe it! She's mine! She always will be! Do you know what that feels like? Loving someone so dearly. And I can't believe she forgave me. I would have been broken if she hadn't!"
"That's wonderful Draco." She smiled as her son continued to talk about the love of his life. With the biggest grin on his face. Narcissa in this moment didn't care that she was a mudblood or a muggleborn. She made her son the happiest she had ever seen him and that's all that mattered.
"When I first found out she was my mate I was in denial. Like come on, her? Impossible. But then I started to think about it. I only annoyed her because I loved being around her. I only called her names to find that flare and passion she hid behind her books. It just took me so long to notice what was right in front of me. You could say she was in denial at first as well." He started to laugh to himself as the memory of her fainting surfaced in his mind.
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Page 602 Veela's
"Veela's only originate from genes. Meaning member of the family carry the gene, and or are Veela's themselves. Traits consist of heightened senses, black eyes, fangs, and on rare occasions in male Veela's wings. A Veela is a type of magical creature that is born with a mate. Someone they are destined to love. Every other male or female will seem dull compared to this one person. Failure to begin the bonding ritual by the Veela's 17th birthday will result in death. The mate could also gain similar traits to their Veela. Such as black eyes and stronger senses of smell, hearing, and sight.
There are three stages to the bonding ritual. The first stage consists of the Veela biting their mates neck and drawing blood. Similar to a vampire, but their purpose is not to drink the blood. Only mark their property. The second stage is when the mate this time bites the Veela's neck. Causing their connection to go both ways. And finally, the third and final stage is drinking a goblet of the others blood and proving the bond through intercourse. The most important part is the mates consent. Without it the bond can go sour, leaving you with a life where you hate your soulmate but are drawn to them through the Veela connection. A mate's failure during the third stage when drinking the blood can also lead to a sour bond. Due to the upsetting of the Veela."
Hermione stared down at the book in disbelief. The black eyes, wings, and senses all fit the description of Draco. She hadn't noticed fangs per say but she never looked at his teeth.
The second blow came when she tried to stand up but only ended up on the floor. Did this mean she was Draco Malfoy's mate? He always had black eyes around her, and she was starting to as well. It would also explain the first day when he smelt her and passed out. He must have been smelling his mate, me, for the first time. Everything seemed so clear. She never expected to figure it out this soon and cursed herself for even researching the topic.
"Bloody hell." She was able to announce Ron's catch phrase when she saw Draco enter the library before blacking out and hitting the floor.
"Granger?" Malfoy ran over to Hermione's unconscious body. He flipped her over onto her back and checked for a pulse. She still had one which meant she was fine. He glanced at the book next to her on the floor. Veela's were at the top of the page and the realization hit him. She knew everything now.
"Bloody hell indeed." He placed an arm under her knees and one around her shoulders before carrying her bridal style out of the library. No one was around so he wasn't afraid that anyone would see. He also decided to not take her to the hospital wing and instead to the Room of Requirements, because she would wake up in a few hours and wasn't sick.
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If anyone saw the way, he spoke of her. The way he looked at her. The way his face lite up around her. They would know it wasn't just lust or some sick game. They would see love engraved in his grey eyes. Not just the Veela but the wizard had grown to possible love her more.
Authors Note: So, I thought I would take you guys down memory lane. Chapter 9 and 10 are honestly my favorite. But on other news I wrote a Oneshot called Monster and I was wondering if some of my lovely readers would check it out. And give some feedback! Hope you enjoyed. Happy New Year!