A/N: Hello, everybody! This story is taking a very long time to get off the ground, and I apologize for that. Normally my stories are fast-paced from the get go, but this one is taking it's sweet time, for some reason. Hopefully this chapter will start the ball rolling.

I hope you all have a wing fetish, because I've always thought that wings on a person would be incredibly sexy. For the bulk of the story, Draco's wings with be out.

Disclaimer: I only own the Arkkien.

Warnings: Eventual explicit content. Possible language.

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Hermione sat back in her chair. The Arkkien. She'd only heard one story about them, and the story was a myth. Less than a myth, actually. More like a mini-myth.

"I've only heard one story about the Arkkien." She said quietly.

Draco nodded. "Only one of our stories has withstood time. It's the one where we're depicted as angels."

"Yes." Hermione breathed. "The Arkkien were treated by the wizarding population as gods, of a sort. They were revered and loved. Almost a sort of hero-worship. They lived in a man-made eyrie tower, and they were the ruling power over the wizarding world. They were highly sexual beings, who could command a person just by their sexual allure and alpha voice. But they don't exist." She said the last belligerently, as if willing the magnificent wings to be something else, anything else. If the Arkkien truly had resurfaced as a race, then the wizarding world was in trouble. The Arkkien were unstoppably powerful. Once their magical reached it's prime, they had the abilities of telekiniesis, telepathy, and an unstoppable allure. Not to mention their natural strength, which the myth had claimed to be strong enough to lift a car with each hand. Yes, they would not be a good race to reintroduce into society.

"I seem to be existing just fine." Draco flexed his wings in emphasis, and Hermione's eyes dilated as she watched them. She let out an inaudible gasp, and Draco's nostrils flared in response.

He made a move to get up, and Hermione shook her head, coming back to herself. That wasn't possible. When had Draco's sexual tendrils broken through her defenses? And how could she not have felt them shatter?

"I thought your supervisor gave my case to yours because you were naturally immune to all magical persuasion…" Draco said, his expression mildly amused.

"I am!" Hermione said. But even she could tell that it was now a lie.

"You seem to still react to my wings like any other female in the world. Interesting." Draco flexed his wings again, and Hermione let out a soft gasp.

Draco chuckled.

"You'll have to excuse me, Miss Granger. I am still not used to the….peculiar effect….I now have on females." Draco stood up, and stalked towards the desk, his expression predatory. "I am not familiar with my new powers, and you're reaction...is very intriguing."

He now was reaching the edge of her desk. Hermione remained silent, her gaze now fixated on his eyes. The storms inside his irises were growing, and Hermione felt her body hum at attention.

"If I knew any better, I'd think that my reaction to your reaction means something different than the other females."

At this, a part of Hermione's intelligence came back, and she gave him a questioning look. "And why is this time different?" She said, her voice still slightly breathly.

"Because, Miss Granger, your arousal is making me aroused. In a normal situation, I would merely be the controller of the sexual allure, and the recipient would be the only one affected. But this is new. Your arousal is just heightening my own."

Hermione fell deeper and deeper into the allure with every word he rumbled. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that this wasn't right. She shouldn't be letting him walk around the edge of her desk. She shouldn't be letting him touch her hips, and maneuver her on to the desk. She most definitely shouldn't let him spread her legs, and stand in between her pulsing thighs.

"Hermione." He rumbled. His voice held the echo of thunder. Hermione shivered involuntarily.

"Draco." She said softly. Her brain had vacated. At that moment, all she could focus one was Draco's eyes, which were causing little lightning shock reactions in her lower regions. He wings rippled at the way she said his name.

In Draco's mind, he knew that something wasn't normal. He shouldn't be reacting like this, and Hermione most definitely shouldn't be affected. She was supposed to be immune. For that matter, He was supposed to be immune. But one look in her eyes, and the deep, baser instincts of his Arkkien self growled with the need. The need to claim her.

Draco leaned down and tasted her lips.

Hermione was in shock. Draco's mouth tasted like storms. With her eyes shut, she could almost taste the electrical currents. A girl could get addicted to that taste, she thought idly. And then all the powers of thought were lost to her as she succumbed to Draco's overbearing dominance.

After a few seconds, Draco's hands trailed up from her waist, causing little crackles against her skin. Hermione wouldn't have been surprised to see little lightning sparks traveling up her skin. When they reached her breasts, Hermione couldn't hold back the unadulterated moan that burst from her lips.

Draco almost melted at the sound of Hermione's pleasure. The rational part of his brain, growing smaller with each passing second, still whispered in his ear. This isn't normal, it said. You're not supposed to be so caught up in passion with another person that your sky magic actually touches her skin…..

For it was true. What Hermione had felt as actual lightning sparks were, in fact, lightning sparks. They were a white-tinged blue, and they crackled against his skin, scorching everything they touched….except for Hermione.

Draco's eyes opened. Why wasn't she writhing on the floor in pain? The lightning sparks of the Arkkien were deadly to humans. That was why to be an Arkkien's human lover was a death warrant. They couldn't withstand the sexual sparks that were emitted when an Arkkien was truly aroused. Why wasn't Hermione burning?

With that thought, Draco came back to himself. And he realized that his hands had already made short work of her top, and Hermione was now completely open from the head down. Her breasts were heaving in pleasure.

Draco abruptly broke the kiss, and stared at her in shock. What was happening to him? He had been about to literally fuck her into the table. And she would have let him. Would still let him, given the lust-filled look on her face.

Hermione gave a frustrated whine, and Draco's control was tested. But he held on, and abruptly backed up a step. And he gave out a noise.

What the hell was that? He thought. His body, which until now had been in an extreme state of arousal, was now screaming in protest to be brought closer to Hermione's warmth again. That was not a normal reaction.

Hermione's senses slowly came back to her as Draco stayed one whole step away from the desk. She looked down at her bared breasts and blushed heavily. What had just happened?

As she was hastily buttoning up her blouse again, she looked at Draco with accusatory questions in her eyes. But to her surprise, he looked just as befuddled as she was.

"What was that, Mr. Malfoy?" She said, her tone dripping with ice.

"I don't know." He said honestly. "No human has ever been able to affect me like you just did. I even let my powers loose, and by all the normal standards, you should be writhing on the floor in pain right now. They are deadly to all humans."

Hermione looked at him blankly. "What powers?"

"My lightning. Each Arkkien has the power to manifest one of the elements, and my elements is storms. I manifested lightning in my hands, and stroked your skin with it. You should be dead."

"Did you do that on PURPOSE?" She said, her voice incredulous. Those shocking sensations had been REAL?

"Of course not. I don't want to kill you. Even know, I'm trying to not jump on you again. My Arkkien side seems to want you, badly."

Hermione swallowed hard at this unusual turn of events.

"In all the Arkkien legends I've been told from my heritage books, that sensation only means one thing." Draco said.

Hermione gave him a look. No. He was not serious.

"You must be my mate."

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Oh, my. Hermione got lucky, didn't she? A mate as sexy as Draco Malfoy, with lightning sparks? Hell yes, in my opinion. But what will Hermione do with this news, I wonder?

Review with your comments! I know this chapter covered a lot of ground in the plot building, but it will all fall into place at a more realistic pace in the next chapter.

Sincerely,

TLA