Chapter 3

Theo had never cared less about the sorting ceremony and welcome back speeches than he had that night. He'd managed to run his hand along the small of Hermione Granger's back as he'd entered the great hall, when she'd paused for a moment in the doorway. The look that she had given him in response had been equal parts venom and desire. Theo smirked at her.

She'd angrily stomped off to the Gryffindor table, leaving him to laughingly follow Draco to Slytherin. A single finger on Draco's wrist was all it took to have the blonde whimper in desire.

"Sit and be good," Theo whispered, "I'll reward you later."

Draco swallowed and sat. Theo kept his hand on Draco's thigh for most of the meal. Noone commented on it. Goyle and Blaise were ribbing each other over potential marriage contracts, each offering more and more outlandish suggestions over whose father's they should contact. Pansy looked a thousand miles away staring at the Gryffindor table, while Daphne was chattering away not realising her friend wasn't present for her story of shopping in France over the summer before Astoria was settled into the school year at Beauxbatons.

At Astoria's name, Theo tensed l and looked at Draco with narrowed eyes. Draco looked away, blushing.

"What was that about Astoria, Daph?" Theo asked, turning towards Daphne.

"She's going to be going to Beauxbatons this year, she's embarrassed Draco's father found out about her little problem and revoked the marriage contract before it was finalised," Daphne said smugly, always jealous of her little sister.

"Little problem?" Theo asked, squeezing Draco's leg. If Draco had shagged her before the contracts had been signed, Theo didn't know what he was going to do. His fangs felt like they were trying to come down and he bit his cheek and tried to stay calm. "What little problem?"

"Well," Daphne said conspiratorially, looking around, "She has a blood curse. It won't be fatal unless she gets pregnant, but it's hereditary so…" She laughed maliciously. "Lord Malfoy tore up the contract, right Draco?"

Draco only shrugged, still not participating in the conversation about his almost betrothed.

Daphne missed Pansy's hand going to her stomach and all the colour leaving her face, but Theo didn't.

"She's your sister, so don't you have it as well?" Theo asked, meeting Daphne's eyes, keeping her distracted while Pansy composed herself.

"Oh no," Daphne gave a self-satisfied smirk, "The Healer at St. Mungo's said that there is no sign that I have the curse nor that I will pass it on. Seems to have skipped me altogether."

"How wonderful for you," Theo drawled, wishing this meal was already over.

Across the room he saw that Hermione was sitting near the first year Gryffindors instead of with the seventh and eighth years, she looked as though she was happily answering questions and telling them stories. Theo wished that he could hear what she was saying. He loved the sound of her voice - he always enjoyed listening to her speak in class. She was always so clever. Her tone and intonation were so precise whether with a setdown or a fact. He wondered now if the Veela part of himself had known all along that she was meant for him.

He gave her an appreciative once over and noticed that she was missing the Head Girl badge. What on earth? Theo looked over and saw it on Ginevra Weasley, who was arrogantly showing it off to the rest of her table mates.

What in the name of Salazar's favourite whore was that about?

...

Theo allowed one of his claws to emerge and had ripped the other man's clothes from neck to crotch and then torn it asunder. Theo threw a naked Draco onto the bed, where he landed on his back. Theo climbed up and loomed over him.

Draco's panting breaths came swiftly then, his voice wobbled as he whispered with wide eyes, "Theo?"

Gripping Draco's throat, Theo took a moment to breathe in his beloved's air, lips only centimetres apart, the tension palpable.

Theo let his wings rip through his shirt, their black feathers filling the room. His fangs slid down into his mouth.

"Theo?" Draco whispered, the awe taking over his voice.

"Do you know what I am, love?" Theo whispered, nipping at Draco's bottom lip. "Why I got so tall and broad and thick," Theo rubbed his crotch against Draco, "since the last time that I saw you."

"You are a Veela," Draco's pupils were blown wide, his nipples hard as Theo's own muscular chest teased Draco's nipples.

"That's right my love and you are my mate," Theo whispered. "And I'm going to claim you tonight. There can be no doubt to whom you belong. You are mine. Isn't that right, dragon?"

Draco nodded desperately, "I've always been yours Theo always."

Theo's hand slid up from Draco's throat and stroked his jawline, "That's my good boy. I love you so much. I couldn't be happier that you are my mate." Theo's thumb ran tender circles over Draco's cheekbone, "My treasure. My secret. My dragon." Theo claimed Draco's lips and made the man beneath him moan in desire.

The Veela pheromones filled the room and Draco's eyes rolled back in pleasure as he drowned in sensation.

He started to kick off his trousers, but then just vanished them to make this easier.

Theo licked his palm and softly teased the tip of Draco's cock. Draco arched into his touch. Theo cast a lubrication spell on Draco's arsehole as he kissed and sucked at Draco's neck marking his territory. "You are never allowed to hide my marks, do you understand Draco?"

Draco nodded, his hands going over Theo's shoulders to pull him closer, his naked legs wrapping around Theo's waist. "Please Daddy, please."

"Mmmm, Do you want Daddy to take care of his good boy," Theo whispered as he nipped at Draco's earlobe. "Did you miss Daddy's cock inside of you?"

"Fuck Theo, you know I did." Draco shivered beneath him as Theo lined up his cock. "I haven't been with anyone else, since the last time that you and I…"

"I'm larger than the last time," Theo purred, licking Draco's nipple, nipping at it with his teeth. "Can you handle it? Have you been playing with your arse my love?"

"Uh huh," Draco admitted, "I can take you, please Daddy give it to me."

"That's what I wanted to hear my love," Theo guided himself inside Draco slowly, the tightness around his cock making him go achingly slow, casting a relaxation charm and a second lubrication charm. He didn't want to hurt his beloved, even if he did know a couple of spells to heal tears, they still hurt. Theo would never willingly hurt his mate. Either of them.

...

Draco barely breathed as Theo sheathed himself inside him. He'd never felt so full. And the way Theo smelled, it was like he was drowning in bliss. Theo slid in and out of him, hitting that spot inside him that caused his cock to twitch and his balls to ache with every thrust. Draco was seeing constellations in his pleasure.

And just as Draco was about to cum, Theo thrust achingly slowly, while he leaned down and whispered into Draco's ear," I'm going to make Granger our wife, I know how long you've wanted her, Dragon. How you've fisted your cock as you thought of her knuckles on your jaw. How you've imagined burying yourself in her wet cunt. Here's a secret, love. She's my mate too. It will be the three of us. I'll make sure of that. Do you want that, love?"

Draco would have agreed to anything at this moment, but the image of Hermione Granger being in his bed, as his wife, their wife, with Theo in his new form, was too much for Draco and he started to cum, his cock shooting his spend onto Theo's chest. Theo grinned and teased Draco's neck with his fangs then as Draco finished orgasming, Theo bit his skin finally drawing blood, claiming him. It felt divine. It was almost too much for Draco to take.

And seemingly impossible, Draco came again shaking like a leaf while Theo filled his arse with his own seed. Theo's possessive growls of "mine, mine, mine" were the last thing that Draco was aware of as the pleasure dragged him under and the whole world faded to black.