Hermione awoke many hours later; safe and warm within a tight feathery embrace; though confused she knew she was not in danger; that Draco would keep her safe; for he was her mate. Upon thinking this Hermione's eyes widened and she wiggled in his grasp, freeing an arm which she rose to cover the mark upon her pulse point in her neck; her mating mark, she could feel Draco's magic thrumming through her, in sync with her own. As she shifted; Draco's cock hardened within her, seeming to grow larger within her than it had the previous night, she whimpered, uncomfortable with the pressure against her tight walls but needy for the friction, to be taken again, she felt warm, incredibly warm like her skin was on fire, she needed his cock the way a fish needed air, she thought that in that moment she needed him to take her more than she needed oxygen in her lungs.
"Shush, my mate, I have you," the deep soothing tones of her alpha, her mate told her as he opened his wings and used his arms to position her above him, his member firmly within her, as she was positioned atop of him her legs straggling his waist.
"Alpha," she gasped, a part of Hermione, the bookworm deep within her knew what was happening in this moment. She had a photographic memory and could picture the passage she'd read on veela many years ago as though the pages of the book were in front of her:
No bond is quite like that of the veela and their mate. Similar to werewolf's they find kinship with one other person, their soulmate. For a veela who's bloodline isn't diluted this is easy, as often they can sense their other half, their soulmate as it may be. For those whose bloodlines are diluted, often by the mating with wix this is more difficult. Though they hold veela blood, generations may pass without one presenting as a veela. In the event that they do, it is often the case that they present while bedding their mate, and the hormones of the moments forces the presentation. When this happens, the veela can often be confused, territorial and would kill their best friend if they tried to separate them from their chosen mate.
Male Veela's bite their mate, leaving a claiming mark, one of the reasons they do this is that it alters their mate; making them more submissive, more fertile, more needy, it sends their mate into a heat of sorts, this too is similar to female werewolf's who experience a monthly heat designed to encourage mating and procreation. The submissive partner will experience heats throughout their life; heats that will only crease with the creation of new life, the Veela will be very protective of their mate while she is with child and would once more kill anyone even a friend if they felt their mate or babies were threatened.
In that moment as Draco lifted her, till the tip of him was barely within her, slamming her back down upon his shaft, Hermione didn't think of the book she'd read many moons ago, didn't worry about the consequences of what was happening, instead she mewled and moaned, begging for her mate to take her, to come within her, her mind foggy with heat, both of their pheromones raging.
"Alpha," she begged.
"I've got you my mate," Draco soothed, kissing her as he slammed within her, Hermione whimpered, her hips rolling and core clenching, riding her mate desperately. Draco was an Adonis, the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen, he was laid back on the pillows, his blonde hair a long sweat-soaked mess, thick black feathered wings expanding out from under his pale sculptured chest, his Sectumsempra scar prominent and red against his toned abs, his Dark Mark stood dark and prominent on his forearm while his silver eyes had shifted to a slate grey, dark with desire for her. Hermione moaned, staring into her mates' eyes, feeling more desired than she ever had before, Hermione came, screaming loudly as her walls clenched, Draco came a few seconds later, his cock thickening, locking in place, to prevent his release leaking out of her womb, Hermione's eyes widened, watering at the unexpected fullness, at the pain, his swelling cock caused.
"Shush, you're such a good girl, a good mate," he soothed, wiping away her tears with one of his fingers, he kissed her sweetly, before leaning down to suck on her claiming mark, Hermione whimpered.
"Good mate," he praised, placing his hand spread out across her taut stomach, that was curved slightly from the amount of come he was still pumping within her, Hermione preened under the praise, rocking her hips, needily, heat still dictating her needs, Draco groaned.
"Not yet pet," he said, pulling her down against his chest, her mate kissed her sweat-soaked curls and wrapped her in his dark wings, safe in his feathered embrace once more, Hermione allowed sleep to claim her again.