Hermione’s POV
It had been two days since my weird episode in the room of requirement. I had half a mind to go and see Madam Pomfrey, certain that I was starting to lose my mind or I was on the verge of a mental break down. The other half of me though was reluctant, hence why I had yet to go despite Harry, Ron and Ginny pleading with me.
They had found me in the room of requirement asleep, and oddly content, after my mass crying outburst. I woke twelve hours later to a worried Ginny demanding an explanation that I couldn’t give. It had also been the last time I had slept. I was exhausted but I couldn’t sleep, not even for a moment. I had tried every sleeping draught or muggle remedy I could get my hands on but nothing. My mind just wouldn’t shut off about what had happened in the room of requirement.
“You feeling okay today Mione?” Harry asked as I all but collapse into my normal seat across from him.
“Just tired Harry.” I brush off his doubtful look but I’m grateful when he says nothing.
“We have potions with Slytherin first up.” Harry speaks and I nod in agreement as I eat my breakfast silently.
“Malfoy’s still acting weird. Did you see the way he ran out of class the other day? And what about Zabini and Nott?” Ron speaks up with a mouthful of food and I screw my nose up in disgust.
“He probably just felt sick.” I defended with a roll of my eyes.
“I don’t buy it. Somethings up with him and I’m going to find out what.” Harry speaks up and I shake my head with a sigh. Boys.
Draco’s POV
It was two days later before I eventually gave into the thought of Granger again. I had ‘scented’ so many girls in that time frame it had my already restless Veela even more so and angry. Though I was slowly growing stronger with each passing day I was really struggling to control it. Which had led me to here. Snape’s room after an intervention from Theo, Blaise and Pansy.
“You need to scent her Draco. While you are growing stronger you have angered your Veela and it won’t tolerate much more. You are pushing it too far. If you lose control all hell will break loose and you could end up doing something worse than just scenting the girl. Are you listening to me?” Snape demanded as I sat slumped in the lounge chair.
“Yes.” I muttered feeling incredibly stupid for putting myself into this situation.
“Listen to your body Draco, what’s it telling you? Learn to read the signs.” Snape asked as he paced the length of the floor in front of me.
“My mate, she’s close. I can feel her.” I mumbled tiredly.
“You can do better than that, try again.” Sighing I tilted my head back and closed my eyes trying to focus on the weak link between my mate and I.
“She’s confused. Maybe even a little sad, I don’t know.” I huffed frustrated.
“Concentrate Draco. Think solely about Miss Granger for a moment.”
“Fine.” I snap before closing my eyes again.
“Thinking?” He asks and I nod.
“What do you feel?” I hesitate as I feel a longing pull as I picture Granger in my head.
“I feel a pull.” I mumble as I open my eyes.
“Scent her. Tonight. You both have rounds.”
“What happens to me if she is… my mate.”
“Your Veela will be very happy and want to immediately mark her but you mustn’t. You must control yourself. Perhaps have Mr Nott and Mr Zabini accompany you from afar.”
“And if she is my mate and she rejects me?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” He says in a tight voice.
Three hours later
I leant back against the cold stone wall as I wait impatiently for Granger to show up for our rounds. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Theo and Blaise just a few meters away hidden behind a tapestry. They were only all too pleased when I had returned from Snape’s room this afternoon with a mere grunt of ‘tonight’.
I rub my face tiredly as I sigh, tilting my head back against the hard bricks. I’m exhausted, or maybe my mate is, I’m not entirely sure but I suspect it’s a little of both. I haven’t slept in two days, then again maybe she is the one who hasn’t been sleeping. I have no idea who is feeling what anymore.
Involuntarily I close my eyes and feel a ripple of pleasure shoot through me. I hold back my growl as I clench my fists, my knuckles turning white as I struggle with my Veela. A scent fills the air and I moan in want.
“Drake?” A quiet voice whispers and I wave off Theo.
“She’s near.”
“You can feel her?”
“I can smell her. You can’t let me…” I struggle out.
“We got you.”
The scent gets stronger and I take a deep breath, my Veela purring in pleasure as it recognizes it’s mate. Mint, parchment and a sweet vanilla scent. My mouth waters and I flinch as my fangs ache.
“Malfoy.” A sweet voice sounds behind me and I can’t help but Scent her while my back is turned. Almost immediately I moan in pleasure, my fangs lengthening as I make a low purr sound in my chest.
Mine.
My mate.
Mine.
Mark.
I shuddered in pleasure as I suddenly felt lighter. All of me suddenly extremely happy and content. It almost felt like an invisible string snapping as our connection suddenly became stronger. I could only see and feel her. Everything revolved around her.
“Granger.” I answer huskily as I fight back the overwhelming sensation to attack and claim her as mine.
“Are you alright Malfoy? You sound…weird.” She asks a little breathless herself as I hear myself and my Veela hum in union.
“Fine.” I rasp out as I turn to look at her and she gasps as she meets my eyes. I have no doubt they’re turning black because I know I’m just a few short seconds away from completely losing my fight for control.
Mine.
My mate.
Mine.
Mark.
“Malfoy- Oh.” She lets out a squeak of surprise as I take a few steps forward.
“Hermione don’t move.”
“Blaise? What… I don’t understand?” She stuttered as she backed up. I growled annoyed as I closed the distance again only for her to retreat once more.
“Don’t move Granger.” Theo stressed before I quickly descended upon her. I purred lowly as I pushed her back into the wall, caging her in with my body as I sought out the curve where her neck meets shoulder.
“Mine.” I growled possessively as I ran my nose along her exposed neck, inhaling deeply as I go.
“Mal- Draco.” She gasps in surprise as I lick her pulse point, her body instinctively arching into mine and I moan with want as I feel how excited she’s becoming.
“Okay, Drake why don’t we take a step back from Hermione and let her breathe.” A hand clamps down on my shoulder and I growl warningly. Suddenly two more hands are on me and then all I feel is pain. A feral snarl rips through the air and then everything goes black.
Hermione’s POV
It had been two days since my weird episode in the room of requirement. I had half a mind to go and see Madam Pomfrey, certain that I was starting to lose my mind or I was on the verge of a mental break down. The other half of me though was reluctant, hence why I had yet to go despite Harry, Ron and Ginny pleading with me.
They had found me in the room of requirement asleep, and oddly content, after my mass crying outburst. I woke twelve hours later to a worried Ginny demanding an explanation that I couldn’t give. It had also been the last time I had slept. I was exhausted but I couldn’t sleep, not even for a moment. I had tried every sleeping draught or muggle remedy I could get my hands on but nothing. My mind just wouldn’t shut off about what had happened in the room of requirement.
“You feeling okay today Mione?” Harry asked as I all but collapse into my normal seat across from him.
“Just tired Harry.” I brush off his doubtful look but I’m grateful when he says nothing.
“We have potions with Slytherin first up.” Harry speaks and I nod in agreement as I eat my breakfast silently.
“Malfoy’s still acting weird. Did you see the way he ran out of class the other day? And what about Zabini and Nott?” Ron speaks up with a mouthful of food and I screw my nose up in disgust.
“He probably just felt sick.” I defended with a roll of my eyes.
“I don’t buy it. Somethings up with him and I’m going to find out what.” Harry speaks up and I shake my head with a sigh. Boys.
Draco’s POV
It was two days later before I eventually gave into the thought of Granger again. I had ‘scented’ so many girls in that time frame it had my already restless Veela even more so and angry. Though I was slowly growing stronger with each passing day I was really struggling to control it. Which had led me to here. Snape’s room after an intervention from Theo, Blaise and Pansy.
“You need to scent her Draco. While you are growing stronger you have angered your Veela and it won’t tolerate much more. You are pushing it too far. If you lose control all hell will break loose and you could end up doing something worse than just scenting the girl. Are you listening to me?” Snape demanded as I sat slumped in the lounge chair.
“Yes.” I muttered feeling incredibly stupid for putting myself into this situation.
“Listen to your body Draco, what’s it telling you? Learn to read the signs.” Snape asked as he paced the length of the floor in front of me.
“My mate, she’s close. I can feel her.” I mumbled tiredly.
“You can do better than that, try again.” Sighing I tilted my head back and closed my eyes trying to focus on the weak link between my mate and I.
“She’s confused. Maybe even a little sad, I don’t know.” I huffed frustrated.
“Concentrate Draco. Think solely about Miss Granger for a moment.”
“Fine.” I snap before closing my eyes again.
“Thinking?” He asks and I nod.
“What do you feel?” I hesitate as I feel a longing pull as I picture Granger in my head.
“I feel a pull.” I mumble as I open my eyes.
“Scent her. Tonight. You both have rounds.”
“What happens to me if she is… my mate.”
“Your Veela will be very happy and want to immediately mark her but you mustn’t. You must control yourself. Perhaps have Mr Nott and Mr Zabini accompany you from afar.”
“And if she is my mate and she rejects me?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” He says in a tight voice.
Three hours later
I leant back against the cold stone wall as I wait impatiently for Granger to show up for our rounds. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Theo and Blaise just a few meters away hidden behind a tapestry. They were only all too pleased when I had returned from Snape’s room this afternoon with a mere grunt of ‘tonight’.
I rub my face tiredly as I sigh, tilting my head back against the hard bricks. I’m exhausted, or maybe my mate is, I’m not entirely sure but I suspect it’s a little of both. I haven’t slept in two days, then again maybe she is the one who hasn’t been sleeping. I have no idea who is feeling what anymore.
Involuntarily I close my eyes and feel a ripple of pleasure shoot through me. I hold back my growl as I clench my fists, my knuckles turning white as I struggle with my Veela. A scent fills the air and I moan in want.
“Drake?” A quiet voice whispers and I wave off Theo.
“She’s near.”
“You can feel her?”
“I can smell her. You can’t let me…” I struggle out.
“We got you.”
The scent gets stronger and I take a deep breath, my Veela purring in pleasure as it recognizes it’s mate. Mint, parchment and a sweet vanilla scent. My mouth waters and I flinch as my fangs ache.
“Malfoy.” A sweet voice sounds behind me and I can’t help but Scent her while my back is turned. Almost immediately I moan in pleasure, my fangs lengthening as I make a low purr sound in my chest.
Mine.
My mate.
Mine.
Mark.
I shuddered in pleasure as I suddenly felt lighter. All of me suddenly extremely happy and content. It almost felt like an invisible string snapping as our connection suddenly became stronger. I could only see and feel her. Everything revolved around her.
“Granger.” I answer huskily as I fight back the overwhelming sensation to attack and claim her as mine.
“Are you alright Malfoy? You sound…weird.” She asks a little breathless herself as I hear myself and my Veela hum in union.
“Fine.” I rasp out as I turn to look at her and she gasps as she meets my eyes. I have no doubt they’re turning black because I know I’m just a few short seconds away from completely losing my fight for control.
Mine.
My mate.
Mine.
Mark.
“Malfoy- Oh.” She lets out a squeak of surprise as I take a few steps forward.
“Hermione don’t move.”
“Blaise? What… I don’t understand?” She stuttered as she backed up. I growled annoyed as I closed the distance again only for her to retreat once more.
“Don’t move Granger.” Theo stressed before I quickly descended upon her. I purred lowly as I pushed her back into the wall, caging her in with my body as I sought out the curve where her neck meets shoulder.
“Mine.” I growled possessively as I ran my nose along her exposed neck, inhaling deeply as I go.
“Mal- Draco.” She gasps in surprise as I lick her pulse point, her body instinctively arching into mine and I moan with want as I feel how excited she’s becoming.
“Okay, Drake why don’t we take a step back from Hermione and let her breathe.” A hand clamps down on my shoulder and I growl warningly. Suddenly two more hands are on me and then all I feel is pain. A feral snarl rips through the air and then everything goes black.