Asked. Theo suddenly looked uncomfortable. Hermione furrowed her brow and hesitantly placed her hand on his shoulder. "Is something wrong?" she asked worriedly. "What is it?" Taking a deep breath he seemed to resolve himself. "Hermione," he started, "please don't kill me for this." Before Hermione could say anything he slipped his hand around her waist, pulled her firmly against his body and kissed her deeply. Hermione was frozen against his mouth, her eyes wide in shock. Apparently undeterred Theo proceeded to deepen the kiss and wrapped his arms around her in an embrace until... Suddenly it felt like the room throbbed and shifted like the ripple of an earthquake, and Theo was very suddenly not kissing her. In fact he wasn't so much as touching her. He was instead hanging in midair, held by the collar of his robes by Malfoy, who looked furious enough to murder someone. Hermione stared bewildered. "What the fuck are you doing, Theo?" Malfoy asked, his voice was vibrating with so much rage it came out sounding like a snarl. Theo seemed less surprised by Malfoy's sudden appearance than Hermione would have expected. "Hermione is single and very attractive," he replied, his breathing seemed rather labored. "As we've worked together we've become friends and I have reason to believe we could be more..." Before Theo could finish speaking Malfoy turned on his heel, still holding Theo aloft, he
Wouldn't have headed in to the Ministry yet. He apparated to Theo's townhouse with a crack and reminded himself that he shouldn't start off with hexing Theo if he could possibly help it. He flexed his fingers and felt the magic sizzling just under the surface. While unbonded, his Wizarding magic and his Veela magic were incompatible with each other; they both swirled around in him building inexorably toward his demise. The only time he'd managed to channel the Veela magic at all was when he'd blown up Bogfeld's door, and he hadn't actually meant to. He'd just been feeling protective of Hermione and it had been in the way. Kissing Hermione had eased the burn. He'd been able to reduce the potion doses and had stopped feeling like he was dying. But he could sense it wearing off. He only had to contain things for a little longer. A minute after knocking on the door he found himself facing Theo. Draco didn't even need his magic. He promptly punched his friend in the face.
Together. And it was perfect. It was everything. Before they could break off the kiss Hermione became suddenly aware of a foreign current of malevolent magic invading the room. Tearing her lips from Draco's she turned just in time to see the door glowing red before it suddenly exploded toward them. She heard Draco snarl and then felt herself snatched up as she went flying across the room until they struck the wall. Everything around her went black and she realized after a moment of confusion that she was surrounded by feathers. Draco had transformed instantaneously and thrown them out of the blast zone. Peering out she saw that the bed, where they had been a moment before, was mangled with splintered, smoldering wood. She wriggled through the wings as he crouched protectively over her. Pushing through his mirage-like feathers she gazed out, wide-eyed as aurors poured through the door, lining up along the wall opposite, wands aimed at them. There were at least thirty, possibly more. They crowded into the room so tightly it was impossible to count. Among them she saw Harry. His jaw was tense, his green eyes flashing. "Harry?" she gasped in rage. "What are you doing? You nearly killed us with that blast. What kind of magic even was that?" "Hermione," he acknowledged her shortly. She realized then that the wands weren't aimed at 'them'. They were aimed at Draco. "We're here with orders to apprehend Draco Malfoy under suspicion of coercing a magical bonding and using dark magic."
Apparently seen fit to leave out a great many details when she sent Hermione on her way. But, it wasn't as if she had even asked Hermione to go. Hermione was the one who decided it. "Emeliory didn't kidnap me," she scoffed. "I demanded to go to Draco. We were already partly bonded. Trying to leave the magic incomplete could have had deadly consequences by the time the Ministry completed its investigation." She glared at the room before her. Malfoy was still transformed, his wings arched protectively around her, his hands resting on her shoulders. "Besides," she seethed, "none of that explains why there are over thirty aurors threatening us. If this is all done in the interest of protecting me, perhaps you should stop pointing your wands at the person my life is bound to." Her voice was crackling with fury and her fingers itched for her wand. Harry actually looked slightly annoyed with her. "I don't think you fully grasp the situation, Hermione. No one knows what a full-blooded
"As a former death eater Malfoy remains permanently under the Ministry's probationary custody. Any suspicious behavior is grounds for the Ministry to revoke its freedom. The only reason he wasn't already arrested was because he had cooperated fully at St. Mungo's by giving his statement and consenting to be placed under a magical coma by stasis with auror supervision. But when he proceeded to ward this room and then - mate you, it nullified that Ministry provision by a long shot." Hermione wanted to shake Harry. Even if he was doing his job, he didn't need to be such an obstinate heel about it. "Granger, calm down," Draco chided her softly. "It's not fair," she fumed. "You haven't done anything wrong. I'm the one who woke you up. I don't see why you should be arrested." "It's not the first time I've spent time in a Ministry cell. I'll be fine." That did not make Hermione feel any better. But Draco seemed to think that it settled everything. He dropped a kiss on her head. "Potter," he said in a tense voice, "I'm trusting you that nothing is going to happen to her." Harry met Draco's eyes. "You're not the only one who'd die for her, Malfoy. In fact, you're rather late to the party." If the situation were not so fraught Hermione would have been tempted to smack Harry for saying something so ridiculous. But the reply seemed to satisfy Draco. He started to move past them. Hermione grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. "Draco," she hissed. "You can't just surrender yourself like this. They're treating you like you're a
"What can I expect?" she asked in a small voice, worried. "Don't mince words, Draco. Just tell me exactly what will happen." "You want it straight, Granger? Fine, here it is: you'll sweat with fever for half a day, and then everything inside starts to change. When it happens, your organs, teeth, and bones will break and be realigned into your Lycan form. Your skin will itch like a thousand sun ants are marching across it as the hair grows and recedes. Your brain will feel like it's going to explode with the migraine to beat all headaches. If you survive the change, you'll be like me - and hungry. Your first instinct will be to eat. Once you've filled your belly, you'll go into heat and we'll fuck until you're sated that way, too. The reversal happens a day later, and you'll turn back into a human. You'll sleep for a long time after that, but you'll still be in heat. That doesn't fade for a few days. During that time, we'll shag some more." He crawled closer to her, and she could see he was erect once more. "Long term, you'll still look human for most of the month, and you'll feel like yourself, but you'll be stronger, faster, and your senses and magical aura will align to your new predatory needs. You'll crave raw meat and blood on a regular basis, and the thrill of the hunt will always hold you captive. You'll shift with the full moon. You'll retain your mind, but you'll become more feral. And you'll be mated to me, your Alpha, for life." Hermione's jaw dropped at that last bit. "Mated to you? No. No way! You have got to be kidding!" Malfoy's canine features shifted, and if he'd been human, he'd be giving her a 'do I look like I'm shitting you?' look. Hyperventilating seemed to be the only logical response to what she'd just been told. It morphed very quickly into a full-blown panic attack, though, starting with a rolling sweat and numb hands. She gasped for breath as her heart raced out of control. Her chest ached, and her lungs sawed in and out desperately seeking oxygen. She turned on her side, wretched,
She wasn't exactly sure what Malfoy was asking. She knew that he wanted sexual favors from her as well as her blood. But what else did he want? She jumped as she felt his wicked tongue on her neck once more lapping at her wound. She pressed her hands against him as he pressed incessantly closer to her. Once more, she felt his arousal press against her. She struggled through the fog of her mind to ask what she needed to know. "D-Draco," she whispered, her voice faint from her exhaustion. "If I agree to your terms, what would it mean? What would happen afterwards?" "It would mean that you would only be mine," he breathed into her ear. "Mine to feed from, mine to pleasure, mine to fuck." He paused as he turned her face to look into her eyes. She was nearly hypnotized as his red eyes bled back to their more familiar silver grey. "You would belong to me; mind, body, and soul. No one else shall ever have you again." Hermione shivered as his possessive words washed over her. She figured as much. But that would mean there would never be any love. No husband. No kids. No family. She would forever be stuck with Draco Malfoy the vampire. Until he tired of her and he either walked away or killed her. Tears pricked her eyes as the realization that all was lost to her now. It wasn't much of a choice. She could die now and keep whatever dignity she had left or she could choose to prolong the inevitable and be miserable. She was thinking the latter was the better choice. At least then she would still belong to herself.
Gaze. "I would hazard to guess that the bond is my fault," he explained. She sat there waiting for him to continue. She was more confused now than she was before. He turned his back on her and walked to the window. "At first, I only meant to form a blood bond with you. It would enable me to track you if you didn't show when I called you. But then, it turned into something more. The moment I touched you, it was like it flipped a switch. I can't even stand the thought of you being with another man. I didn't even want you to leave this room. I don't understand where this feeling of possessiveness comes from." "What are you saying?" she asked with growing trepidation. "I'm saying that I formed a much stronger bond with you. I meant what I said a minute ago, I want
Were boring, had no physical appeal and didn't compliment Hermione's personality at all, they were too safe. Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of all that. He was anything but the 'quiet type', he was domineering and expected to receive whatever he chose to want and he always challenged Hermione, he always had, sometimes to the brink of insanity. Not to mention, he was now dangerous, the man had willingly been turned into a vampire for Merlin's sake. Back at Beaumont, when Hermione had been writing her thesis on Vampires, she'd met this woman, Natalie-Jane. She was a quiet girl and very polite. One night, Natalie had been walking home from the bar where she worked and she'd come across this man standing in the middle of the pathway. She'd known instantly that he was a Vampire, it was instinct she guessed. The Vampire, Brendon, had told her he didn't want to hurt her but he'd seen her and she was so beautiful. The day Natalie-Jane had spoken to Hermione her arms were covered in bruises. Natalie had explained to her that Brendon was a bit rough in the bedroom but he never meant to hurt her and it was Natalie's choice not to heal herself. Hermione assumed this was true as Natalie was a fully capable witch. She told Hermione after that night, outside the bar, that her fate had been sealed. She believed Brendon was her soul mate and claimed he'd sought her out with an instinct of his own - he'd just known he was supposed to be with Natalie. They were deliriously happy. Natalie had claimed, which is why she'd spoken to Hermione, because human and Vampire relationships had caught a bad rap and they weren't always the disasters humans made them out to be. "Ah, Mione?" Luna brought Hermione crashing back to reality as she looked
As he moved against her, grounding into her at a slow pace. Curious now, Hermione brought her hands to the bottom of his grey t-shirt and began to drag it up his body, separating his lips from her neck a moment when she pulled it over her head. "Wow" she breathed when she saw his body. She blushed as she said this but it was true. He had some serious muscle on him. Draco chuckled and pulled her sweater over her head, leaving her in her thin white lace bra. "I like the look of you much better" he told her. Now free to explore, Draco popped one of her breasts free from her bra and attached his lips to it, suckling her. Hermione felt a rush of wetness soak her panties as the feelings of lips on her body overwhelmed her. She was so captivated by the feelings that she hadn't even been aware of Draco's wandering hand until she felt his two fingers slip inside her. "You're so wet for me" he groaned. "Please Draco" Hermione heard herself pant. "WHat do you need lioness? Tell me and I'll give it to you" THe normal Hermione - the one who worked 9-5 at the Ministry and never went on dates anymore - would never have been caught dead faced with the prospect of being naked, exposed, on a hill out in the middle of nowhere, least of all with Draco Malfoy and never about to beg him for release but this Hermione was different. She was over caring about what 'normal Hermione' would and wouldn't do. "I want you inside me," she whimpered, "I need you" He worked fast after that, vanishing their pants and underwear and unclipping her bra. Finally, the two lay naked, pressed up against each other and Draco pressed his lips to Hermione's in a hard and passionate kiss as he pushed himself inside her. Hermione broke the kiss as he had to throw her head back, away from him, in order to be able to breathe. Draco was a fair bit larger than Ron - her only previous sexual experience - and
It took only a second, a split second reaction, but Draco was quick. He raised one of his oak wooden chairs, smashing it, and pounced on Deacon - throwing him hard against the office wall - the chair leg - now stake - poised in his hand, ready to plunge into Deacon's heart and end him. "And you" he hissed, "have brought discredit to us all. You don't rape the willing Thorberry and with enough patience you could have seduced the witch and saved us all the trouble. You have the intelligence of a muggle - you're not worthy of calling yourself a vampire and I should stake you now" A tense moment passed as the two vampires stared at each other. Draco's eyes are hard and cold against Deacon's, uncertain and calculating. A second moment passed, then Draco lowered his hand, moving, in a flash to stand behind his desk. "The boy?" he asked, now business-like. "I have placed him amongst 'The Raisers'. He will be raised amongst other offspring of vampires and be transformed when the time is appropriate." Draco nodded. "And the witch?" "Pregnant" Deacon answered, "I could just about smell my seed growing inside her" "Continuing the search for her son I presume?" Deacon nodded, "Of course but she won't find him and I'll never tell her" "I don't doubt you will" Blaise watched as Draco moved from behind his desk around to face Deaco once more. "What is that supposed to mean?" the vampire asked. It was so predictable. Blaise was surprised Deacon didn't see it coming. Nothing, however crossed Deacon's face other than
Personally, I wouldn't go to such trouble for a piece of tail" Draco shook his head, "That's where you're wrong Zuran. Age has not wisened you. Hermione Granger is a highly intelligent, capable witch and, one day, she will make a valuable member of this coven. As tantalizing as she is, if she was just a piece of tail then I needn't have bothered paying my elves as I nailed her last night. No, she'll be sticking around and so, yes, certain accommodations must be made." Draco gathered his cloak and a hand full of floo powder which he then threw into his fireplace and yelled, "Malfoy Inc." and was gone, Zuran following close behind. XXX Blaise paced inside Draco's office, awaiting his arrival. He didn't like this situation and he liked it even less since Deacon - bloody - Thorberry showed up huffing and puffing about being summoned by Draco at 3:30am. Admittedly, Blaise considered, 3:30am was a little early, even for Draco, but there was sure to be a reason. There was always a reason with Draco. "Where the fuck is your bastard of a friend Blaise?" Deacon demanded, "I have better things to do then wait on him" "Shut up" Blaise snapped, "Draco said to be here so we wait" He really did not like Deacon Thorberry, hated him even. "Easy for you" Deacon fired back, "You're his bitch. I, unlike you, have places to go, women-" "-to rape?" Deacon's eyes flashed as he turned to face Blaise, a feral gleam in his eyes, his teeth bared, "So that is what has your panties in a twist..." he snarled, "the witch" "More than just a witch" Blaise hissed, "Someone's daughter, someone's mother - your son's mother - and she's just trash to you?" "Lower" Deacon growled, "Even trash can have a value. She was just an incubator to me - a purpose she'll serve again... and again if I so wish" "Scum" Blaise snarled as he raced across the room intent of ripping the foul excuse of a vampire to shreds. He was just about there too when the doors to Draco's office burst open and in the darkened hallways of Malfoy inc. stood the heir to the Malfoy inheritance himself, his bodyguard at his side. "Enough" Draco commanded. The tone in his voice left no room for argument and Blaise fell silent. Deacon though was not as intelligent- "You're still as weak as those humans Blaise. It's pathetic" he spat.
But do as you need. I think we should all go and set our next plan in motion. Severus!" Severus came forward, silent. "Brew us up some pregnancy detection potions. I want to know within a week's time if she's pregnant. I believe three times a day every day is enough for Draco to conceive." "Of course, my Lord." Severus walked out as did Voldemort, leaving Draco to Hermione. Draco walked over to her and ran a finger down her dirty face, covered with sooot and dirt from four days ago when she was captured. He looked into her fearful eyes, regretting what he was about to do. "Draco..." "Granger, don't say my name like we're friends. Don't say my name at all. I don't want to hear you speak." He sounded cold, angry, and upset. "The faster you get pregnant the less I'll have to do this to you." "I don't want to be-" "I didn't ask if you wanted to get pregnant. You heard the Dark Lord. You have to get pregnant. Or we both die." "I'd rather die than bear your child." "It doesn't matter. Once it's born you'll never see him or her again." Draco didn't have a smirk like she expected, he didn't have cold eyes of steel; his eyes were warm, comforting and regretful. "I don't want to do this anymore than you want it to happen. But to save both our asses, it has to happen." She only just now realized that he had been whispering. Draco moved to unclasp her bra, exposed her already cold skin to the damp air. Her skin prickled with goose bumps. Draco ran
Wife. As he got closer he saw her face tinged red on her cheeks and the wine glass in her hand. That bitch has been down here drinking this whole time. He was feeling his anger building up at this point; after all, who gave her permission to be out talking with other guys. "Hermione, you're really pretty you know." The man to her right was hitting on her. "You -giggle- must be blind -hiccup-! I'm not -giggle- that pretty at all." "No, you really are." The man to her left interjected. "Why would you ever think you weren't?" "Haa! No really! It's the truth. I'm just a nerdy bookworm." Hermione was way more than obviously drunk at this point. "Even my own husband -giggle- thinks I'm a waste of oxygen." "Well, your husband doesn't know what's right in front of him. Perhaps we could show you how you should be treated?" The man to her right was offering lewd suggestions as his arms wrapped around Hermione's waist. "I don't think -giggle- my husband would -giggle- appreciate that offer." "Let him watch and he can take notes. We could please you." "That won't be necessary, gentlemen. I know damn well how to get my wife screaming my name without your dirty help." Draco interjected, grabbing Hermione's arm and practically dragging her up to the room. "What the hell do you think you're doing!" "I was -hiccup- talking! That's all."
Another heart-stopping scream and turned in time to lock eyes with his terrified wife. The three guys from earlier were surrounding her, two holding her down while the other was tonguing an exposed nipple. Draco didn't have time to be excited by the thought of his wife laying in nothing but her underwear on a bed. He had enough time to yell, "Just who wife do you think you're raping?" The men looked up and Hermione felt her terror shift to relief then to panic and on to nausea all within a split second making her head a little whoozy. Draco was quick to react though, pulling out his wand. The three men stopped everything and stared dumbly. "A polished stick? Really?" Draco rolled his eyes; Muggles. "Immobulus." Immediately the men could not moved and Draco went to release his wife from the frozen men's grasps. "Where are your clothes?" Hermione, too shaken to speak, pointed to a pile of shredded, unusable clothing. Draco looked his wife over for any visible bruises or cuts before removing his black sweater and handing it to her. The sweater fell to her mid-thighs and Draco gave a disgruntled sigh. "It'll have to work until we get back to our room." Hermione nodded and Draco grabbed her torn cltohes. "I'll try to salvage these when we get back." He turned to the three men, still frozen in their place. "You three would be wise to never so much as glance in my wife's direction again. Next time you won't be so lucky." Just as they were heading out of the room, Draco placed a memory charm to wipe the magic from their memory and unfroze them before leaving with Hermione right beside him. XXX "Hermione..." "Don't." She cut him off, sitting on her bed with her knees pulled up to her chin and her back turned on him. "Just don't." Her voice cracked a little, giving away the tears that were threatening to spill over her eyes. Draco was quiet for a good five minutes, watching her back, before he decided to sit behind her and lift his sweater over her head. "Did they hurt you anywhere?" SHe could feel his eyes scanning her back as the fingertip of his right index finger ran slowly down her spine. She shook her head lightly. "No. How did you know?" Draco smirked. "No affairs are allowed. I was pulled to you through Apparition." He leaned forward and placed a kiss to her shoulder blade. "I'm glad, too. Those arsewipes can't touch you like that and get away with it." "What do you care about me?" There was an ironic laugh in her question. "You're my wife aren't you? I may not love you, but that doesn't mean anyone else can have you. You're a Malfoy now, and that means you can only be touched by me." "Aren't you mad?" "Furious." His lips found a place where her neck meets her shoulders and she shivered making Draco smirk. "I'm in trouble then?" "You have no idea..." Draco let his teeth nip her roughly over the spot, a sultry moan escaping her lips. "I don't particularly like seeing my wife in bed with other men." "DOes this mean you're stepping up then?" "I might have to before long; if it means keeping other men away from you." Draco smirked again as his finger tip grazed
All she felt was a slight tingle down her spine, perfectly controllable and easy to ignore. 'Yes, this is much better.' She said. "Hermione?" Viktor said with a smile, holding his arms out to her. "Oh, Viktor! How good it is to see you!" She said sincerely, walking up to him and hugging him, happy to see her old friend after so long. They had planned to visit each other but that had fallen through and they just continued their correspondence. Suddenly, Draco flew across the room, too fast for anyone to even pull out their wands. He knocked the older boy to the floor, away from Hermione. His eyes were a bloody red, all traces of the blue and silver gone. He was snarling, his extended fangs out and long, black talons grasped tightly around Viktor's neck. Harry and Ron ran to Draco's side, going to pull him off when they were shot back by an invisible
Katharina saw all this, thinking that it might be easier just to let Draco destroy the man and have a clear way to Hermione. There would be one denying the fact that she truly was the chosen one, to elicit that type of reaction could lead only to that conclusion. She grabbed Hermione's arm, almost dragging the girl closer to Draco. She placed both hands on Draco's shoulder, struggling to twist Draco's upper body towards Hermione. The girl in question stood there, petrified to move an inch when she saw Draco's face, a vision of pure hate and darkness that left her blood running cold. "Look at her, Draco. She is safe and still untouched. They were just greeting each other as friends often do after long absences. Let the boy go before you scare her off." Katharina said into his eyes in Russian to make sure their conversation would remain private for now. Through a foggy gaze, Draco heard the words as if they were far, but clearly saw the look of fear in Hermione's eyes and he was horrified to know that he was the one that caused it. He slowly let go of Krum, rising to his feet, his teeth and eyes returning to normal. "We need to talk." Dumbledore said, knowing that they had come close, too close, to someone to have gotten seriously hurt. He needed to deal with this development as soon as possible, before the rest of the Order came.
A few minutes later, Hermione had pulled out about five books and had settled herself on the sofa closest to the large mahogany desk, working through the two large stacks of parchment and portfolios. Every few minutes, Draco snuck peaks out of the corners of his eyes at Hermione, smiling to himself at how natural her being there, with her shoes off and feet on the couch. It was surprising how perfect the whole scene was: her reading and lounging on a chaise while he worked to keep them at the top of wizarding society. The only thing missing were a couple of kids making noise and her belly swollen with the next one. He smiled at the thought, knowing he would have her with child as soon as possible and that she would be a perfect mother. Hermione's chosen subject was, of course, vampires. She would occasionally look over at Draco, smiling as she saw him working, sometimes biting on at the end of his sugar quill, or fiddling with the small stud in his ear. She liked to watch him, especially when he thought that she wasn't looking. He made cute little expressions,
"I just don't know how to go about winning her." He replied, taking a sip of his warm tea. "You can start by not referring to her as if she's some little trophy to 'win'. You're a charming boy, love, surely you can figure out how to charm her. I don't expect it to be that hard, I've seen the looks that she gives you. And dear, all the denying in the world will not be able to ignore the destined connection to you." "Well, how do we speed up the process? We're in the middle of a war here, it's not something I want her directly involved in and for that to happen, I need her pregnant with my heir for her not to willingly put herself in danger." "Then with that frame of mind, I don't believe you'll have that much success, darling." XXX Hermione left Harry quickly. A million thoughts running through her head but the most frequent was of the look that Draco had given her, just before she closed her eyes for the final time last night. What Harry had said had made her really think.
