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Delicious

Draco walked out of the Care of Magical Creatures classroom severely curious. His mind buzzed about veela and mating…and Hermione. His appetite for her had grown to insurmountable proportions since his little talk with Monsieur Delacour and it was only a half a minute ago. Draco looked out the large windows and was grateful for the rain. So what if he could smell Hermione's wet body? He was going to mark her regardless of what she wanted…well she would want it anyway after he started. A growl sounded off in Draco's throat at the thought and the familiar tightening in his loins made him even hungrier.

He had decided to talk to Blaise about his veela blood. The way Delacour suggested it made it seem as if he was hiding something. Draco did not like that at all. He started walking down a slightly darkened corridor a proverbial scent caught in Draco's nose. He couldn't place what it was exactly but he knew he knew what it was. Blaise Zabini walked out to him from behind a stone pillar. A friendly smile was on his face but to Draco that was nothing new. He walked over to Blaise ready to greet him.

"Zabini," he said in his normally cool voice. "Do you enjoy popping out at people and giving them a fright?"

Blaise smiled further.

"Not particularly," he said. Zabini's voice held something different in it. Draco was curious to know what it was but the difference wasn't bad. Draco's new veela senses weren't going off in warning but rather he felt a comfortable shiver run up his spine.

"Did you talk to Delacour after the lesson?" Zabini asked.

"Yes," Draco replied.

"What about?"

Draco's eyes narrowed.

"Why should I tell you?"

"Is it about Hermione Granger?"

"Do you have something against Hermione?"

Blaise's black eyes suddenly became too friendly.

"She smelled very lovely today," Blaise said smiling.

Draco felt his veela side reacting.

"She smelled like she usually does, right?"

"Really? I thought she smelled delectably…feminine," Blaise said in huskier voice. Draco's eyes turned black in possession and hunger. Blaise laughed and walked closer to Draco. The blonde haired, angelic looking, young veela was taken for surprise. He knew Blaise well enough that he would try to calm him down but the look in his eyes made Draco uncertain of his motives for a minute.

Blaise stepped closer to Draco. .

"She's not the only one who's a mate," Blaise said in his deep husky voice.

Draco burst into the Head Common Room about ready to shag Hermione senseless. She was doing her work like a good little Head Girl and Draco had in mind to change that. She looked up when he opened the portrait hole a weary but submissive look on her face. Draco rather fancied the submissive part. His eyes turned black and at which Hermione stood promptly up. She started to head toward the stairs leading to the dormitories. Draco growled softly.

"You. Bed. Now," Draco said.

Hermione stared at Draco, confused.

"What?" she asked softly.

Draco took a step closer.

"Get. In. My. Bed!"

Hermione looked horrified.

"Absolutely not!" she cried and started to run up the stairs.

Draco ran to Hermione and with his super veela speed (not to mention gorgeously long legs) caught up to her in a matter of seconds. He wrapped his arms under Hermione to prevent her from running.

"Are you planning on going somewhere?" he asked. Hermione had the audacity to nod.

"I am a bit tired so I think I'll go for a little kip for a minute," Hermione said unsteadily. Draco with half lidded eyes smiled saucily.

"I was thinking of doing something else," he said. "Something rather pleasuring."

Hermione smiled but looked like she was trapped. Which she was. By Draco's sexiness.

"I think, I'll pass," she said. "But thanks."

The next thing she knew her backside was on the stairs and Draco's body was very close to being on top of hers. His black eyes swallowed hers and made her unable to look away.

"No, really Hermione I think you should stay," he said his voice full of desire.

"O-Okay!" Hermione squeaked. Draco grinned and leaned into Hermione's neck. He inhaled her scent again and let out a shuttered sigh.

"You smell…amazing," he said breathlessly. "Let me have you. All of you."

Her heart-rate increased tenfold. Draco could smell the fear on her but she knew of the pleasure that was going to come. He kissed her softly on the neck, getting a feel of her reactions. Her smell was overwhelmingly appetizing to him and he wanted to have more of her. More than he could handle- he wanted to be all the way inside of her smell.

"Hermione!" Draco groaned and his hand moved under he and he lifted her into his arms.

"M-Malfoy! What are you doing?!" she cried as he stood up and started to walk up the stairs.

"Taking you to my chamber, why do you ask?" he replied.

"Please let me down!"

"Not going to happen."

"I'm not ready for this!"

"I'll make you ready. Quickly, in fact."

Hermione tried to wiggle her way out of his arms but Draco held onto her tightly. In fact he rather liked the way she moved against him. It was terribly arousing. Draco opened his bedroom door. She was on his bed in one second and in the next her tie was being undone.

"Woah! Woah! Malfoy, let's talk about this in a rational manner!"

Draco paused.

"What's more rational than me giving you pleasure?" he asked continuing to undo Hermione's clothing.

"Nothing- wait, no! Why are you doing this all of a sudden?"

"Do I have to answer?"

"Yes! You're about to shag me!"

"We're about to shag! It's a group effort."

"Not if I don't want to."

"Why wouldn't you want to?"

"I'm not ready!"

"I told you-"

"No! Tell me something else, just don't do this to me yet!"

Draco sighed and sat up. He really, really wanted to shag her and she just wasn't cooperating with him in the least. He didn't even have to shag her- he could just mark her, in the most delicious place possible.

"Damn you, woman. You sure know how to kill the moment," he said. "What do you want to know?"

Hermione looked relieved and Draco took note.

"Don't get me wrong, my mate," Draco said hungrily. "I will be marking you tonight and you will enjoy it."

Hermione nodded, tying to look determined but failing miserably.

"Tell me, I know that you don't have a say in who you choose. I read it right before you came in, but I don't understand why it is me. I thought you hated me," Hermione said.

"I don't hate you woman, and if I say it one more time I'm going to rip off your clothes and shag you senseless just to prove my point," Draco said growling softly.

"Okay, okay!" Hermione said quickly. "Then why did you come into here looking so flustered? Were the girls attacking you again?"

Draco flushed against his will and stared at Hermione. At least he wasn't thinking about what had happened.

"I wasn't attacked by a girl…"

Hermione raised her eye-brow.

"A guy then?" Hermione asked.

Draco nodded.

"Can you ask something else now?" Draco asked. He didn't want to talk about Zabini at the moment.

"I am actually interested now! Who was he?"

Draco groaned.

"If I tell you, I get to mark you, deal?"

Hermione looked outraged.

"What kind of deal is that?"

"A very good one considering all you have to do is enjoy my body a little," Draco muttered.

"Malfoy!"

Draco leaned into Hermione which made her inhale sharply. His tongue flickered over her neck and he grinned. She tasted sweet, almost sugary but so, so delicious. His hands roamed over her body, pinning her to the bed. He never wanted to let her go. She was his mate. She smelled like his mate, she tasted like his mate and she was his one and only love. Her uniform was too much to bear. There was too much fabric between his mate's body and his hands. There was too much distance between them. Draco placed his hands on Hermione's stomach and felt the muscles give a little at the pressure. Everything about her made him mad with lust. If she only knew…

"My name is Draco, for the last time," Draco said softly whispering into Hermione's ear. "It drives me mental when you don't say my name…"

Hermione took another sharp intake of breath when Draco nipped at her ear, then kissed the soft spot behind it. He languidly sucked on the spot until savoring every flavor that entered his mouth. When Hermione fisted his hair, Draco groaned softly and pulled her closer. He moved his mouth to her neck again and kissed every spot available to him. Hermione's pants encouraged him, her scent intoxicated him and her body drove him wild. Veela blood or not, she wanted to have him. Being Draco did not matter at the moment because she was finally feeling what he wanted her to feel. She felt his finger on the skin on her stomach, his lips to her neck and his firm body against her. She was experiencing things that no other man could or would ever give her. She was his and so was her consent. Draco bit down on Hermione's neck softly and then gently untangled himself from her. His eyes were grey, soft and gentle.

Hermione was confused and sat up looking at Draco. The loss of the contact for her was… odd. She had no intention of falling so deeply in love with the way he touched her but she had found herself unable to stop him further. He was amazing, the way her touched her was unbelievably loving and she was about ready to snog him for touching her and not continuing. Draco watched the play of emotions on Hermione's face until they settled on concern, but not for him. She was wondering why he stopped and if she did something wrong. Draco closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. It was falling all over his shoulder and over his eyes. He did not know why he stopped. Something was conflicting in him to continue but at the same time wait. By all means he was ready to mark her, but he did not want to do it against her will. Although, the idea of her tied up made his loins ache.

"Draco…" Hermione said softly. Draco opened his eyes and drank in all of her form. Her tie was about to fall off her neck, her blouse was wrinkled with two three buttons undone on the top and one unbuttoned at the bottom. Her skirt was riding up her thighs (which Draco had to admit looked pretty darn nice) and her hair was spilled in a mess down her back. Something about the picture made Draco want to pounce on Hermione's small form.

Draco lifted a hand to Hermione's cheek and stroked it with his thumbs. This time Hermione did not shy away from him. She looked him in the eyes.

"You're my mate," Draco said. "And it seems you have finally come around to it…"

Draco's mouth turned into the Malfoy trademark smirk and Hermione rolled her eyes but lifted her hands and held Draco's within her own.

"Wipe that grin off your face," Hermione huffed. "I only came around because you're rather good at persuasion. Besides you would've pursued me if I kept holding out on you."

The Malfoy look was back in place.

"Pursue? I would've pounced Granger. You would've had to have been careful in the corridors," Draco said smiling.

Hermione climbed out of the bed.

"And what do you call all of this?"

"Persuasion," Draco replied.

"Blooming ferret."

Draco grinned and watched Hermione turn to leave his room.

"Before you leave, love."

Hermione turned around.

"I'll be coming. So watch out."

Hermione rolled her eyes and left. Draco grinned a feral grin. She thought he was kidding.

Draco entered her chamber after he heard her leave the bathtub. He took a seat on her bed and watched her leave the bathroom with nothing on but a towel. She looked shocked when she noticed him.

"I told you I'd be here, my mate," Draco said. His eyes were black.

Hermione gripped her towel tighter.

"Yes, but right now?"

Draco nodded.

"Yes, right now."

Draco crossed the room and grabbed Hermione by the shoulders. Her protests were cut short when he cut her off with his lips.

"You'll enjoy this…"

Draco's tongue glided down her neck until he reached the perfect spot. Hermione shivered and Draco's warm flesh roamed her neck. Draco pushed her against the wall, enjoying the feel of her body against his. She warm warm from just getting out of the shower and it only made it better because she was only in a towel. Draco growled softly as his teeth nipped her tender flesh.

"Mine…" he said and bit down. Hermione let out a scream and her body tensed. Draco held her tightly and closed his eyes, willing her to relax. He pressed his body deeper into his mate's. Soon, she relaxed and became limp.

She was now his.

A/N: How'd y'all like it!! Sorry the end is rushed! Tell me if you want another chappie! Cheers! I changed it some, you'll notice the WHOLE Zabini thing isn't there. Heehee sorry had to cut it out. Dinae like slash mates.