A/N: Enjoy ch 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. It's midnight and I'm supposed to be doing my English essay. Oh well.
Draco woke up hungry.
He hated being hungry.
He especially hated it when his hunger couldn't be satisfied.
Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince and newly found active vela blood, rolled out of bed. His green and silver sheets fell off his body as they fell onto the floor. He was almost gloriously naked with nothing but his green boxer briefs on. His hair was a mess of white blonde hair all around his head- some of it falling into his eyes sexily. Draco stretched and with a series of pops in his back, relaxed and walked off to the bath. All his belongings were already there and as soon as he entered the water began to fill in the tub to his perfect temperature. Bubbles began to float in the tub, giving it an aromatic air.
A sweet sound filled Draco's ears as he relaxed in the tub. A small splash and a sigh made Draco's eyes turn a shade darker. He felt his heart beat painfully against his chest- which was tightening to unbearable levels and in the pit of his stomach there was the most pleasurable yet agonizing feeling in it. Draco ran his wet fingers through his hair, pulling gently. A slightly pained expression was painted on his features as he fought something mental. His mouth opened slightly and a pink tongue peeked out to grace the soft flesh of his lips. When his tongue reentered his mouth a groan escaped from it.
He just heard Hermione Granger enter her tub.
As if he wasn't hungry enough! Draco scooted forward in the tub to lean his head back and submerged his hair in water. Water trickled down his throat when he lifted his head again. He closed his eyes tighter. Hermione was washing herself and humming. He could smell her delicious scent. He wanted to jump out of the tub, rip open her bathroom door and shag her senseless. Draco quickly lathered himself and washed his hair. He stood up and got out of the tub. He had the urge to walk out the tub with nothing but a towel and give little Miss Smell So Sweet a little peep show.
Draco dressed, leaving his tie undone and left the room. His body was having a hard time cooperating with him. Rather it just rebelled. First, he was hungry, second he was walking around with "problems" and third Hermione Granger was so close and he couldn't pounce! Damn her! Draco descended the staircase and met the latter on the conjoining staircase. Speak of the devil!
Draco's eyes turned black causing Hermione to take a step back.
"Good morning, Hermione," Draco said huskily. He had to admit a few things. First her name sounded so delicious coming off his lips. Second she looked absolutely delicious with her hair wet from the bath and third, she smelled so delicious that it took absolutely everything Draco had not to pounce on her right then and there.
"Good morning Draco," Hermione said eyeing Draco wearily. Draco took note.
"When you look at me like that, it makes me feel like you can't trust me," Draco said feigning hurt.
"Should I?" Hermione asked. "You're giving me that look again…"
Draco grinned and took the opportunity to make Hermione blush. She just looked so good with it on- he couldn't resist. Draco gently took one of her hands in his and, before she could protest, lifted it to her lips and kissed her fingers. Hermione's eyes grew wide.
"Malfoy what-?!"
"Draco, is my name," Draco said cutting Hermione off. He released her hand and took a step closer. Draco loved the almost dazed look coming across her face. Hermione didn't even notice his closeness until his fingers were around her neck. She tried to move back but Draco's free hand was around her waist- prohibiting her movement.
"What are you doing?!" Hermione asked frantically. Was he going to hurt her? He could tell she was thinking.
Draco could smell the fear coming off her and didn't like it.
"Do you think I'll hurt you?"
Hermione didn't answer but looked into Draco's eyes. They looked partly scared, partly uncertain. Draco leaned forward, and Hermione shrunk away. Draco looked pained but leaned closer. He pressed his nose to her skin and inhaled her scent. His mouth opened slightly as his he wanted to taste her scent. He moved his fingers to her hair and ran his digits up her scalp. She let in a shuttered breath. The veela blood was rushing through his veins making his head spin.
"I'll never- ever hurt you," he said softly. He could feel her trying to calm down. Her heart was racing and Draco could feel her skin aflame where he touched. She tried to stop it from coming but slowly, his touches were setting something inside her teetering on arousal.
Draco lifted his head away from Hermione's neck. Her scent was making him dizzy. He grinned.
"Malfoy, what are you doing?" Hermione asked in between suspicion and curiosity. Draco quickly leaned in and planted a kiss on the side of his to-be-destined mate's mouth.
"Your lips look so delicious when you speak. I just couldn't resist," Draco replied hungrily. Again Hermione covered her mouth with her hands looking scandalized. Her cheeks were red; that pretty colour Draco loved on her.
Draco laughed.
"Mm, I can't wait to taste those lips!" he said. His eyes were lowered and his grin was suggestive.
"I'll never let you!" Hermione said inching away from Draco Malfoy.
"Why not?"
"Because you're Malfoy!"
"And you're Hermione. It's Draco, by the way. Is there a point to this?"
"You wouldn't kiss me in a million years!"
"Just did, didn't I?"
"Don't pull that on me!"
"Hermione, you're so beautiful when you get upset. Did you know that?"
"I said don't pull that on me again! It won't work!"
"By 'again' do you mean the Express Train here?"
"You know what I mean!"
Draco growled softly.
"That is something I want to do again," Draco said huskily.
"You sniffed me!" Hermione said incredulously.
"I wouldn't call it a sniff. I inhaled you scent," Draco explained. "Which, did I mention makes me so hungry?"
Hermione looked like she was very uncomfortable. Draco knew exactly why.
"Don't look at me that way!"
"Like what?" Draco asked casually but knew well the smoldering look he was giving her.
"Like that! Stop staring at me like that! Enemies don't look at each other that way!"
"Enemies? But I remember the way you held onto me while I was shielding you from those hexes last year, Hermione…"
"But…" Hermione said, for once without a reply. She looked like she was desperately looking for something to say.
"But…?"
"But-but, you hate me…" Hermione was getting desperate for release from his stare.
"Oh no, Hermione," Draco said softly. "It is completely different."
Hermione looked curious yet frightened at the same time. Draco loved the look on her.
"What is it then?" she asked almost wearily.
Draco covered all the ground Hermione made when they were conversing in one step. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. His blood was boiling all over his body and especially down in his loins. He growled as his tongue rolled out of his mouth and languidly brushed the inside of her ear. Hermione made a small sound and melted onto the floor. Draco loved the way she looked so faint. He grinned.
"Time to head down for breakfast," Draco said. He walked over to the portrait hole and then turned around. Hermione smelled aroused. A feral grin crept onto Draco's lips. She wanted to snog him and kill him all at the same time. Draco licked his lips. Her taste was all over him. He shivered in delight.
Draco allowed Hermione to calm herself and left the Head Room. He walked to the Great Hall and smiled. Hermione would be his, he'd make sure. Draco feared what would happen if Hermione did not agree to mate with him. Draco paused and then grinned deliciously. Mate with him…? Oh, how he wouldn't mind mating with her in every aspect.
He entered the great hall and everyone looked at him. Draco walked over to the Slytherin table and sat next to Blaise and Crabbe. Blaise grinned at him as he looked at Draco sat down. Draco gave Blaise a look and looked around the Great Hall. Potter and Weasley were giving him glares of contempt and he knew why. Hermione hadn't shown up yet and they probably thought something had happened to her and that he did that something. Draco gave the Gryffindors a grin and turned to Blaise.
"Is something the matter, Zabini?" he asked.
Blaise Zabini grinned.
"No nothing everything is fine," he said.
Draco gave Blaise a look.
"Say it or get hexed," Draco muttered.
"Where is Hermione Granger?" Blaise asked. "But since you're not going to answer that, tell me. Do you realize everyone is looking at you?"
"Yes, Zabini, I know that," Draco muttered. "Anything else? I can smell you're lying."
"Smell? That's curious," Blaise muttered.
"Sod off. Unless you plan on telling me something I need to hear," Draco said.
Blaise shrugged.
"Nothing," Blaise said. "Just… you're staring at Granger like you want to eat her…"
Draco turned his head to Zabini and grinned.
"Is that a problem?"
Zabini just grinned. The Headmistress stood up and silenced the room. Draco stared at Hermione the whole time prepared to smite Potter and Weasley for being so close to her.
Breakfast started and it began to pour soon after. Care of Magical Creatures had to be inside an empty classroom. Draco was glad he wasn't going to be in the rain but was also slightly upset. Hermione Granger smelled too damn good in the rain and he was going to miss a perfect opportunity to smell her. To brighten his mood, however, Gryffindors and Slytherins had Care of Magical Creatures together so Hermione would be in his sight- and smell at all times.
After filing in, and telling off some people for being late, Draco sat down next Blaise and the other Slytherins on one side and watched Hermione sit next to Potter and Weasley. It was disgustingly horrid how her beautiful smell was being tainted. It made Draco even more upset that Potter was so damn happy all because Voldy was dead. Damn him. And Weasley was getting too close! Draco seethed in his seat as Weasley gave Hermione a pat on the back. The only thing keeping Draco in his seat was Blaise's hand on his shoulder. And damn Blaise for knowing him so damn well. Draco ripped his head away from Hermione and gave Blaise a dirty look.
"Get off me," Draco said dangerously.
"I think not," Blaise said. "Besides, you're acting like you're jealous or something."
"It's not jealously!" Draco defended quickly. "It's possession. She's my possession."
Blaise looked confused.
"You're talking about Granger," he said confused.
"So?"
"I thought you hated Granger," Blaise said suggestively.
Draco wanted to hex Blaise in his pretty little face. Hagrid walked in stopping Draco from harassing his fellow Slytherin.
"Good morning class!" Hagrid's voice boomed.
"Good morning," the class chanted.
"I though' I should start the call off righ'," Hagrid said proudly. "So I brought in a guest!" Excitement ran through the class.
"Set'le down. Set'le down," Hagrid said. "Now, Monsieur Delacour, please com' in."
A tall, youthful looking man entered the classroom. His features could be described as none other that beautiful. He had long waist length white hair that was twisted into a braid down his back. He had bright blue eyes and perfectly arched eye- brows. He had an aristocratic bone structure and walked with a demanding grace that allowed no one to look away. Draco could smell veela all over him. As Monsieur Delacour walked down the isle his eyes darted to Draco's. An almost surprised expression was planted on his features. Draco's heart was sent hammering. Is this what it felt like to be in the presence of another veela. Draco felt the amount of power the older veela held and a shiver ran up his spine. It wasn't just the power that made Draco shiver like that. He knew that and even though he didn't want to admit it he felt…a distinct tightening in his loins. Merlin! What in the name of Malfoy is wrong with me? I can't possibly be…turned on by a guy. Draco thought as Monsieur Delacour passed him to the front of the room.
Hagrid allowed the Delacour to speak after small introductions.
"Monsieur Delacour 'ere is 'ere to teach you about veela," Hagrid said smiling. Draco's head shot up and his full attention was caught.
"Please, go ahead," Hagrid said.
"Zank-you 'Agrid. As you know, I am Nobel Delacour. It zis a pleasure to meet you," Delacour said smiling. "As 'Agrid as told you, I am 'ere to tell you about the ze veela." Monsieur Delacour's eyes turned to Draco's once more. Draco jumped a little.
"Ze veela in me is from my grandmothzer. 'Er 'usband was a pure veela from ze Norzern tribe. So the gene was passed onto me," Delacour said. Draco couldn't concentrate on what Delacour was saying because he was too busy trying to calm himself down. Nothing on this earth would make Draco aroused by a guy. Why was his body acting by itself?
"Veela 'ave to mate in order to survive," Delacour said explaining. Draco suddenly found attention. There was an excited ripple through the class.
"Mating refers to finding ones mate. Zis happens when ze veela reaches maturity. However in zose people 'oo 'ave veela blood in zem, ze search for ze mate starts as soon as ze veela blood is awakened. Zis happens at different times, but mostly around ze mature teen years," Delacour explained.
Draco was getting impatient. Just get to the feeling part already! What do I have to do to mate? He thought frantically.
"When a veela has found 'is or 'er mate, 'e or she will become very aggressive towards anyone 'oo becomes too friendly with zare mate. The veela acts zis way because 'e or she has feelings of, 'ow do you say… arousal whenever ze mate comes close or is near. Smell is one of ze most arousing things to a veela. Just one whiff and ze veela can loose control. It takes a lot of determination from a veela not to 'arm 'is or 'er mate."
Draco's eyes became wide. How did Delacour know what he wanted? Delacour turned to Draco and gave him a smile. Draco's face heated up. He tried to look away but he couldn't. This…was not good.
"When a veela want to mate, a mark has to be made," Delacour said never taking his eyes off of Draco's. "Ze mark shows that the mate is already taken."
Delacour turned away from Draco. Draco felt as if he was being released of chains but something still was bonded to the other veela. The class was taken in a whole new direction with people buzzing about 'mating' and 'marking'. Blaise, Draco noticed looked comfortable. Draco was going to ask why until Delacour spoke again.
"Did you know zat if ze mate refuses to be with ze veela, ze veela will die?"
The class instantly shut up.
"Can I ask you somezing? If you were chosen to be veela's mate, could you let ze weight of 'is death keep you from being 'is mate?"
There was silence. Draco started to raise his hand but Zabini got there first.
"Ah, yes, Monsieur…?"
"Zabini," Blaise said. The class turned their heads in Blaise's direction.
Delacour looked pleasantly surprised.
"Monsieur Zabini what 'is your question?"
"Actually it is answer to your question," Zabini said smiling. Draco hated his pretty little face right now.
"Go ahead," Delacour said smiling pleasantly.
"I would not refuse a veela if he or she had chosen me to be his or her mate," Blaise said with conviction. Something about the way he said it made Draco think Blaise was actually chosen to be a veela's mate.
"Zat is something good," Delacour said smiling. "Zere are a few good things in being a veela's mate, to be sure."
The class seemed to perk up once more.
"Pleazure is one of zem," Delacour said. The class went wild.
"How so?" Weasley asked. Draco found it the only smart question he had ever muttered- only because he wanted to know too.
"Ze marking is most commonly made through means of pleasure. Not only zat but a veela will try its hardest to please its mate. Not just in the mental and emotional form but also physical as well. However the marking has to be done with physical means. I zink you are old enough to know how it is done, yes?"
The class was all excited. Draco could feel the wonder and curiosity in between the students. He could feel many other things as well. Draco was on the edge of his seat. Delacour caught his eyes again and his heart was hammering madly.
"Ze marking is only as physical as ze veela makes it," Delacour said and lifted a slim, perfect hand to his absolutely perfect lips. Draco felt his stomach do flips flops.
"Ze marking is usually done with ze lips on the most sensitive part of ze mate's body," Delacour said. His bright blue eyes bore into Draco's dark grey ones. Draco's eyes flickered to Hermione for a second and back to Delacour's. An enlightened look came into Delacour's eyes and he gave Draco a sly smirk. Delacour walked over to the side and stopped in front of the desk of Hermione Granger. Draco felt his blood boil and his eyes turn black.
"What is you name?" he asked Hermione.
Hermione blushed and looked up at Delacour.
"H-Hermione Granger," she said stammering.
Delacour smiled and held out his hand.
"Mademoiselle Granger, would you please stand up? I would like to make a demonstration," Delacour said. Hermione, blushing furiously stood up. She was led by the hand to the font. Draco was shaking in anger. Blaise quickly placed a hand on his shoulder.
"He's only trying to get a reaction out of you," Blaise whispered.
Draco grit his teeth.
"Well it's working," he muttered back softly.
Delacour smiled.
"I want to show the class what happens to the senses of zose who become veela," he said. He lifted a hand to Hermione's wrist and sniffed it. Draco knew, however that it wasn't really sniffing at all. Delacour's mouth was open- he was tasting her scent. Delacour artfully bent closer to Hermione wrist. His braid flipped over his shoulder and covered his face partly so the class couldn't see but Draco didn't need to see. He heard everything. Delacour just licked Hermione's wrist. Draco was in the action of jumping up when Blaise stomped on his foot. That kept him in his place. Draco turned very slowly to Blaise Zabini, his eyes were black and filled with rage. Blaise could only smile.
"Now, Mademoiselle Granger, I need you to go to any part of ze castle and stay there. I will send Monsieur Potter to go look for you. I will guess ze place you were," Delacour said smiling. Hermione nodded and left the classroom. Draco could smell and Delacour as well. She was in the South Wing after a few minutes.
"I believe she is in ze South Wing," Delacour said. "Monsieur Potter, please go and retrieve Mademoiselle Granger."
Potter nodded and left the room.
"Many of you are wondering how I could tell Mademoiselle Granger was in the South Wing. It is because I memorized her scent and it made a trail for me to find 'er. All of a veela's senses are heightened when maturity comes," Delacour explained to the class. He looked at Draco again and smiled.
"Humans cannot smell to ze depth of which veela can and to a veela a mate's scent is one of ze most arousing things zere will ever be," Delacour said softly. Draco was still seething but a tingle of that arousal still stood.
"Most importantly is when a mate has been found but not marked, ze mate will give off the scent arousing to all veela. Zis becomes dangerous to ze veela whose mate 'he or she actually is because personal pleasures want to be fulfilled as well. Let me say zis another way… Alzough zere can be only one mate, a veela's need cannot be denied."
Potter and Hermione walked through the door again. Delacour thanked both of them. Hermione glanced at Draco who gave her a smoldering look. She blushed and took her seat. Draco heard Blaise snicker but no one else heard it because of the buzz about what Delacour had said. Soon after questions were answered and it was time to move to the next class. Draco stayed behind to talk to Delacour. He didn't have class anyway. The class emptied slowly. Draco slinked to the front of the class. Delacour smiled and waited for Draco to walk down. Draco stopped a few feet away from Delacour.
"Ah, Monsieur Malfoy, how can I help you?"
Draco didn't think he would be able to reply. His heart was beating faster than he fancied and his face was red- which he hated the most. He was angry but couldn't be angry anymore.
"Why… am I doing this?" he asked struggling to get the words out.
Delacour smiled.
"It is a natural and expected reaction," Delacour replied. "I felt somezing from you as well. You'll eventually ignore it."
"Then, you know?"
Delacour nodded.
"You could tell I have the blood too, even before I said it, yes?"
Draco nodded.
"I did," he said. Draco remembered why he was angry. "Why did you provoke me like that? You knew she was my mate didn't you? You're lucky Blaise told me to relax."
Delacour nodded and laughed.
"And have to spoken to Monsieur Zabini about all this?"
"Why should I? Never mind! You knew she was my mate!"
"I knew she was your mate, but I also knew she wasn't marked yet," Delacour said. "I could smell you on her but I could also smell zat she wasn't sure what she felt. And zen she figured it out."
"That I was veela. I know," Draco muttered.
"What will you do?" Delacour asked.
"Mark her, of course," Draco replied.
Delacour smirked.
"But you do not know how do you zat," Delacour smiled.
Draco growled.
"I'll figure it out." He muttered angrily. Draco turned on his heel and walked out of the classroom. He would make Hermione his.
A/N: Review because you love me.