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A Veela Dream	By : Aneira Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3550 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Obviously I didn't write Harry Potter Series. Nothing belongs to me except for a few new characters and the plot. Everything else belongs to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. I am not making money or gaining any profit from this story.

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Cecily Ravn was probably having the worst journey on her way to Hogwarts. After the war, at Headmistress McGonagall’s request, she was going back to Hogwarts to finish her education. Although she had a family business waiting for her to head, she wanted to take her NEWTs and also spend a silent, normal and innocuous year at school. This was what she needed after the war, to relax for at least a year.

Until her fourth year, school was quite eventless for her. But with the rise of Voldemort, her life began to fall apart piece by piece. Her father and uncle had been death eaters since before the First War and they gladly followed their master for the second one. By the time she was a sixth year student, the rumour was heard that Draco Malfoy was accepted to the inner circle. This caused a thunderstorm in the Ravn Manor. As Cecily was the same age as Draco Malfoy, it was decided she prove herself worthy of such honour. This was the last drop. Cecily, a girl raised by two death eaters, had never had any intentions of joining the Dark Side and setting muggles on fire while dancing and shouting “Hail Dark Lord”. She was very much fed up with this blood supremacy rubbish and she only wanted to be as far away from it as possible. But as long as she was a part of the Ravn family, she had no choice but to submit to the Dark Lord.

So she decided she had to act before the hurricane swallowed her, and she asked the famous golden boy Harry Potter to help her. Their paths had never crossed before and even though Harry was suspicious of her sudden request, he agreed to help her by finding her a hiding place. With the approval of Mad-Eye Moody, she was settled in the Grimmauld Place, on the condition that she was to fight for the light when the time came. Of course, such condition was never needed as she had every intention of being an active member of the light side.

And now the war was over, her uncle was imprisoned for life and his only son was dead. Cecily’s father was far too sick that he didn’t even take part in the Battle. Therefore, Cecily was once again regarded as family by the Ravns. They needed someone to represent the family in public and as most of their customers were either in Azkaban or dead. They needed a new approach in the business. And what better approach than showing the remaining of society they had no problems with the light side anymore? So Cecily was the key for the family to find a new market for the company, thereby, taken back. And she only went back to her family to make a fresh start with the family name. With her uncle gone and her father sick, she would have more control over the issues. From now on, the Ravn name would rise amongst the supporters of the light.

But what made her journey worst ever had nothing to do with the war. There, she was eating her lunch in absolute silence and peace, watching the never-ending fields slide by her eyes, then a rather raving Draco Malfoy barged in her compartment. Normally, she would never be afraid of the one and only amazing bouncing ferret. But at that moment, Malfoy could only be identified with one word: Terrifying. He was breathless as if he had been running and his face was somehow paler. His nails were sharp, long and black, looking as if he had claws instead of nails. He was shaking uncontrollably and murmuring to himself. All Cecily could make out was something like “mate” or “mine”.

He was standing by the compartment door, steadying himself with one hand hanging on the thin wall. His normally perfectly combed hair was a mess and he looked like he was going to be sick. But what gave Cecily the impression that she should have been scared was his now black eyes. She never knew Malfoy in person but she was sure his eyes were never black, and never looked at her with such madness. Although he was in a trance like state, she tried her chance by calling for him.

“Malfoy?”

There was no answer, not even a reaction. She hesitantly got up from her seat, careful not to move too fast, and then took a step back to the window, as far from the likely assailant as possible. But Malfoy didn’t even budge. He was watching her every move while sniffing the air as if he was trailing something. As Cecily attempted to reach her wand, Malfoys eyes once again followed her. Understanding she was about to use her wand to block him, he raced up to Cecily and grabbed both her hands and steadied them on both sides of her body. Then a roar like voice filled the compartment.

“You will not run away from me!”

She let out a whimper at the harsh treatment she was getting and as she decided her wand was of no use she started to scream for help. But before her cries could reach someone she felt Malfoy put her up in the air and the next thing she knew she was being thrown out of the window.

She covered her eyes with her arms as she screamed her lungs out. The first thing she thought was that she was going to die. She was falling down from above a bridge, for Merlin’s sakes! She had no chance of survival! And she still had so much to do with her life. It couldn’t end like this!

And then she realized she wasn’t falling at all. She was only floating in the air. She could feel the cold Scottish wind caressing her body with gentle strokes. But why wasn’t she falling? Hesitantly she uncovered her eyes and as she did so she faced one of the scariest yet most magnificent sights she had ever seen. Malfoy was cradling her in his arms, his black orbs looking straight ahead, with two pompous wings hanging on his back, fluttering. What the hell happened to him? Was this even Malfoy? Where was he taking her? Merlin, what was he going to do to her?

She was too scared to do anything as she stared at his firm expression. Whatever he was going to do, he was determined to do it. She didn’t know if he could understand her but still she had to try to make him snap back to himself. If, this was Malfoy himself, that is.

“Malfoy? Where are we going?”

Again, he didn’t seem to be hearing her. She tried again with a less shaky voice. “Malfoy? Please… Where are you taking me?” Still, no reaction. “For Merlin’s sakes, Malfoy! Do you hear me? Where. Are. We. Going!?” With her last attempt gaining no answer, she decided to try something else. She was going to get his attention one way or another. Maybe she could convince him to go back? They couldn’t be that far from the train so they could still go back. She freed her arm from under his grasp and reached up to touch his face. When her fingers collided with his chin, he turned to look down at her with a sharp movement. His expression was slightly softer this time, his eyes searching for something on her face. With the encouragement of their new contact, she spoke again, now with an even more confident tone.

“Please, stop. We need to go back.”

His wings slowed down their fluttering and Cecily felt the wind flow in a softer manner on her face. Malfoy’s hold tightened around her as he lowered his face, getting closer to her neckline. He buried his nose in her neck and took one deep breath. A voice that could almost be described as a purr left his throat. Whatever the hell he was doing, he was clearly enjoying it. Cecily, on the other hand, was not. She was scared out of her mind. She couldn’t read his motives and this new assault was even more alarming than being thrown out from a window of a moving train on a bridge. All she did was starting to shake even more and ignoring reality by closing her eyes once again. Unfortunately, a set of sharp teeth contacting her skin was too much to ignore. She let out a scream and tried to wiggle out of his hold, forgetting they were still in the air. And with that foolish act, she found herself sinking further and further towards the ground with a great speed. And this time she was actually, falling, no Malfoy to do whatever it was he was doing.

Once again, at the moment she was convinced that death was unavoidable, solid arms embraced her. She unconsciously wrapped her arms around Malfoy’s neck, burying her face in his chest. They hung in the air, holding each other until Malfoy’s harsh voice reached her ears.

“Are you fucking out of your mind? What the fuck was that? Do you have a goddamn death wish?”

This brought her senses back. For a moment, she had forgotten this situation was entirely his fault and hung on to him as a lifeline. Now that she was aware of the fact, and as he seemed more conscious, she was furious beyond reason. She started to push him as away from her body as she can manage without dealing with a life-death situation once more and started to yell.

“Am I out of my mind, Malfoy? Am I? At this point, I might have gone bonkers! You idiot! Get me back on solid ground this instant or I swear to Merlin I will jump back!”

A smirk sprout from his face as he murmured something like “As if I would let you again”. He started to lower and at last they were back on the ground. But, he didn’t seem like he had any intention of putting her on her feet. They shared a moment of awkward glance and she raised her hands in the air. “Well? Put me down!”

Malfoy shook his head. “No. You will run away.” He said with a solid expression. She looked around at the nothingness that surrounded them. “Run where?” she asked, extremely annoyed by him by now. But at least he wasn’t in a lethal trance anymore and she could get him to do something. Malfoy glanced around like she did and decided she had nowhere to run. He gently put her on the green grass and held her for a few moments so she could gain her balance. Once he was sure she could stand on her own, he removed his arms from around her reluctantly.

To be honest, he didn’t know what just happened more than she did. One moment he was on the train looking for Blaise, the second he was tracing a scent like a mad dog. His mother had warned him of his Veela instincts on his eighteenth birthday in summer when she explained him that he was a veela and he would be going through some changes. But this was not something he thought he would experience. He knew he would have a mate and he would have to find and claim her before his nineteenth birthday. He also knew that her scent would affect him immensely. But, come on! He had actually attacked her! How could he convince her to be his mate now? She looked like she was about to skin him alive. But hell, didn’t she look edible with those fierce eyes! And this sexy little creature was his mate. His only, for the rest of their lives. Of course, if she agrees to be.

“What the hell were you thinking jumping of the goddamn train? Are you mad? We could have died! I didn’t survive a war to die because you lost your marbles! What the hell was that? And most importantly, what the hell are you? You… You have wings! And I am almost sure I see a set of fangs there! What.the.hell. You… I fell… We… Explain dammit!” By the time her tantrum was over she was too angry to make meaningful sentences. She was hitting his chest like a mad woman but she was certain the only damage was made to her hands. But Malfoy, on the other side, looked highly amused by her temper. Her fierceness was so inviting. Her face WAS all flushed with anger burning with so much passion that he could not stop himself. “For Merlin’s sake wipe that smug grin off of your face or I’ll do it for-“

Her second round was cut out by a pair of soft lips crushing down on hers. Before she acknowledged what was going on she was pulled towards Malfoy and his arms were once again holding her. She attempted to get away from him but she only ended up even closer. His lips were moving softly on hers. He was sucking on her bottom lip as if he was savouring it. As the kiss grew more passionate and demanding, an irresistible scent hit her. Her stomach felt like fireworks were being set. And suddenly she found herself responding. Something in the air made all her worries disappear, and now she was lost in Malfoy’s touch. He was gently stroking her back with one hand, the other on her neck, holding her face in place. Then his kisses found their way down to her neck and that was when Cecily remembered she needed air.

Somewhere in the back of her mind a little voice was telling her she had something to worry about. Bu she couldn’t remember, and she didn’t care. All she wanted was Malfoy, his touch, his kisses, his body. She wanted all of him. She needed him. She couldn’t keep herself from moaning loudly as his hand went down to her hips, squeezing harshly. His mouth was enjoying the taste of her flesh.

Draco was filled with such joy, he couldn’t think straight. If he could, he would be aware of the fact that his mate was consent only because she was inhaling his bonding scent. This was what made her want him but at this point, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Her scent was so sweet and her touch was so precious he just couldn’t be close enough to her. He was full of such lust for his mate that it urged him to mark her. No man could touch her like this. She was his and his alone. He had to prove that. He had to claim her. So he sank his teeth on her neck, sending her over the edge with pleasure.

Cecily was so aroused by this point, she only wanted release. She didn’t care the slight pain of his bite as she trembled under his touch with euphoria. She held onto him, pushing her body against his as much as possible. Her voice screaming his name echoed in the open fields. That was all that took him to pull her down with himself, laying on the grass. He was on top of her, licking the wound he just caused on her neck. A mark of his fangs was slightly visible and it was the most satisfactory thing that he had ever seen. His mark on his mate. She was hers now.

Under his sudden halt, Cecily was shaking with want. Her hands were on his back now and she was pulling him down. “Malfoy, please… More… Please…” All she could think was having him close. Him touching her, kissing her, taking her. She was out of her mind with desire. And he was more than ready to give her that. He started to kiss her again with even more hunger. His hand cupped her breast over her clothes and suddenly he started to unbutton her shirt. She was in her school robes and there was too much clothing to be ripped off. As he got her out of her robes and shirt, she started to do the same thing for him, their lips never separating.

Once they were naked except for their underwear, he unclasped her bra and started sucking and kissing her breasts. She was moaning his name, begging for more. Her hands travelled on his chest and down to his boxers. She touched his growing length and he let out a whimper, shaking. She was fondling him softly with her hand until she heard him whisper in her ear. “Touch me.” She hadn’t even realised he was touching him. This was the first time she had gone this far with a boy and she had no idea what she was doing. But she was not anxious at all. She knew she gave him the same pleasure he gave her.

As Cecily’s hand reached under his boxers, she started to stroke him gently. He whispered once again. “Hold it firmly,

sweetheart. Oh, yes, just like that…”

While she played with him, she felt his hand slide down her knickers and cupped her slit. She arched her back with pleasure. His hand was moving tenderly on her leaking core, moving in circles around her clit. She just could not take it anymore. She needed him.

“Please, Malfoy. I need you. Please…” As if he had been waiting for her to ask for it, he removed their remaining clothes at once. He positioned himself on her entrance and kissed her once more. When they locked eyes, he saw her eyes burn with desire. “Tell me you’re mine.” He said firmly.

“Yes, yes, yours! I’m yours! Please…” She was begging him to give her what she wanted, and he just did that. He slid inside her with one stern thrust. She let out a scream in pain as her hymen broke. He wasn’t moving, only planting soft kisses on her neckline while she sank her fingers on his back. When her muscles adopted his length, he started to move, making her gasp for breath. “Merlin!” His pace quickened and before long they were both panting. She was so lost in ecstasy that she was just babbling meaningless line of words. He, on the other hand, was overwhelmed by his possessive veela. He was licking and kissing her neck again, and the idea of tasting her again was tempting as hell. Without thought, he bit into her neck, once again sending her over the edge. With her walls clamping around him, he came with one last thrust and fell on top of her, gasping for breath.

He kissed her for one last time then rolled off of her but still keeping her in his arms. She was now resting her head on his chest and he was caressing her back with his hand. He was sure that there was no happier man in the world at the moment than himself. He could never imagine claiming his mate would be so easy.

And of course, it wasn’t as easy as it seemed. Cecily was finally coming back to her senses, with the aid of now non-existent pheromones. Oh Dear Merlin, what had she done! She had sex with Draco goddamn Malfoy! She gasped loudly with the realization. She couldn’t talk, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t do anything! Well, she could very well move but she was naked and with a clear head she decided she had no wish to be seen by Malfoy. And she couldn’t talk because what could she say, really? It wasn’t like he forced her. She wanted this. Whatever made her want this was a mystery to her. And what was his intentions if not this when he brought –wait, kidnapped her? Merlin! How could she forget he was some kind of monster? With wings! And fangs! He had bitten her! Oh, Merlin, was she going to turn into some freak?

Draco must have noticed her silence was bad news, he propped himself up on his elbow, moving her with him until she was facing him. Cecily was positive she was red from head to toe from being exposed to his eyes. While she blushed furiously, Draco was studying her face. “What is it? What’s bothering you?” he asked warmheartedly. As if waiting for a send-off, Cecily started to sob uncontrollably. Draco felt his heart break in two. Never in his life had he thought the sight of a crying woman could hurt him so much. And to think it was probably his fault was absolute misery. He held her again against his chest and tried to calm her with soothing words.

“Shh… It’s okay, love. It’s okay. You don’t need to feel bad. I’m here with you. There’s nothing wrong. You’re safe. I promise you nothing can hurt you. I won’t let anything hurt you I swear. Shh…” Just as her sobs were quietening, he said something that transformed her sadness into pure anger. “I love you and I will never leave you. I promi-“

“Love me? Love me, Malfoy? What? You know, this is complete and utter bullshit!” She was furious with him. She was so angry that she forgot her naked state and all her embarrassment flew away in the open fields. “This is the best lie you can make up?”

“It isn’t a lie-“

“BULL-SHIT! What is my name, Malfoy?” How dare he take her for some fool? Did he really think she would believe

him?

“I… I… Okay, look-“

“What the hell is my name?”

“I don’t know! But I d-“

“Exactly! You don’t even know my name! And yet you just went and told me you love me! How stupid do you think I am?”

Draco was quite upset about her behaviour but at the same time he understood why she was acting this way. Fucking pheromones! He didn’t even realise he was emitting them! And now, his mate hated him. His life was over. He would live in constant misery. He had to explain her the situation, but how? Merlin, he actually did not know her name! He didn’t even see her before at Hogwarts.

“Say something!” Why wasn’t he answering? She had to admit he looked devastated right now. But his silence wasn’t working for him. “Well, let me introduce myself, then. Cecily Ravn, Ravenclaw here. The same year as you. Once in our second year you threw a rat at my face which was quite dead. I even came to your house, you idiot! Merlin knows how many times! And you don’t even remember that! I can see you are very much in love with me!”

With that she accioed her clothes from around them and started to get dressed. Malfoy could only find the strength to put on his pants. He was just appalled. She came to his house? When?! He would surely remember her if she did! Merlin how could he not remember her? Cecily Ravn… Ravn? And it came to him in a flash. He remembered that their fathers had a few business contracts. And he remembered seeing her dancing with Blaise at his mother’s Christmas Ball. After a mental note to himself that said “Kill Blaise, preferably slowly and painfully”, he turned back to Cecily, who was now fully dressed and straightening her robes.

“Cecily, I’m sorry. If you let me explain, you will see that I was honest with you.”

She was holding her wand in her hand preparing to use it.

“Save it.”

And with that, she aparated to the first place that came to her mind.

This is my first attempt on writing fan-fiction, so please be gentle with the reviews. Also English is not my native language so if there are any mistakes just inform me and I will change it. It's going to get bette, promise!
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