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What A Malfoy Wants	By : christineyoung Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 46198 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hermione sat still in her sitting area as she felt the wards shift on her door. It reminded her of the fact that she really was a prisoner in this house. They could call it whatever they wanted, but the fact of the matter was that she wasn't allowed to come and go as she pleased. She didn't look at Draco as he entered. She kept her eyes trained on the gardens below and the snow that was swirling in the frigid air. She may understand his motives a little better now, but that didn't mean that she was any happier with her situation.

He cleared his throat, trying to gain her attention. She denied him and continued her perusal of the grounds. She will not make this easy on him or his son. Not when they've not considered how she felt about any of this.

"I trust you've had enough time to read through the books I've left you," he remarked. His voice sounded pained, like he had a sore throat.

Stubbornly, she kept her eyes on the frozen pond and the swans as they walked across its hard surface. How she'd love to go ice skating. She used to go with Rose all the time at the castle.

"Yes," she answered shortly. "I've had nothing better to do while I've been locked in this room."

She wouldn't refer to it as her room because it wasn't. Her room was at home with Ron or at Hogwart's. She didn't even consider this room as a guest bedroom, fore she was certainly not a guest.

She tensed as he walked and stood behind her chair. She stiffened when she felt his hands come down on her shoulders. He massaged her stiff muscles but she refused to relax even though her body was melting under his touch.

"I'm sorry about that," he murmured quietly. "Scorpius has not been himself the last few days. I had to take precautions. He is too close to his ascension. I was disturbed by the information that he relayed to me about the time you spent in his room."

Hermione warred with herself as she fought the urge to lean into his hands. It was so unfair she thought as his scent swirled lightly around her. She felt unsettled as his fragrance wrapped around her. It was as comforting as a soft, warm blanket, enveloping her in its tender embrace.

"I was worried that he would overstep his boundaries again," he emphasized when she didn't answer. She leaned back as he swept in front of her chair and took her face in his hands. She kept her eyes trained on the window, afraid of the riotous feelings bubbling in her stomach. She knew her feelings were being chemically induced but that didn't make them feel any less real.

"Look at me," he commanded softly.

She reluctantly brought her eyes to meet his steel colored orbs. "I didn't mean to make you feel like a prisoner. I was merely trying to keep you safe, to keep Scorpius away from you while he is so unbalanced. He is in bed now resting, as his change has begun," he whispered gently.

She kept her eyes trained on his. The colors were swirling, flickering between light and dark. They looked not unlike mercury in its most basic form or perhaps liquid metal. They were compelling and entrancing and she wanted nothing more than to submerge herself in their hidden depths. His aura reached out and caressed her own much like it did when he found her in the hallway a few days ago.

It was enough to break the hold he had over her. She leaned away from him. "Intentional or not, it is how I feel. You know, I learned quite a bit from your books. And according to them, a veela is never happy if their mate isn't happy. I must inform you that I'm extremely unhappy at this point in time."

She ignored the pain that flashed in his grey orbs. She would not ignore her own feelings in order to spare his. He deserved to know how she felt about all this. He really took none of her own thoughts or concerns into account when he set all of this into motion.

"It will get better," he soothed. "Once you've bonded to us, things will change."

"Will they?" she challenged. "I'll have my life back. My children? My job?" She left out her husband. She knew that would only draw out the jealous veela. She didn't want to set him off in some sort of frenzy in which he felt the need to claim what he clearly felt was his.

She drew further away from him when she saw his teeth elongate in his mouth. His body trembled slightly as he fought to control his urges. She gulped as his eyes glowed brightly and pierced into her own. Perhaps he needed to lock himself out of her room.

"I've already explained all of this to you, Hermione," he growled angrily.

Hermione sat, terrified of the monster that Draco was turning into. His hands had grown talons and were gripping the armrests of her chair tightly. His teeth resembled fangs as they peeked over his full pink lips. His eyes were wild as they roved over her body. But she was determined to speak her mind.

"Why couldn't we compromise?" she asked. "Can't Scorpius continue his education here? You could hire a private tutor. I could talk to Minerva. I'm sure that she would let me floo back and forth between the school and here. Why do I have to be the one to give everything up?"

"You know very well why we can't do that," he exclaimed. "We won't be able to let you out of our sight. I'm not even sure if Scorpius will be able to return to school after the holiday. We may have to hire him a tutor and then have him return for his seventh year. I had hoped the books would explain the situation a little better. I can't make you feel the compulsions that we feel as veela. I can only hope for you to read and try to understand. But you're so stuck on how you feel, you aren't even trying to understand how we feel."

Hermione sat looking at him shocked. "How dare you!" she hissed between her teeth. "You have no idea, Draco Malfoy." She pushed him aside and stood trembling in anger before him.

"You have no idea how I feel. Imagine, waking up one day and nothing is as its always been. Up is down, right is left. The sky is deep red instead of a light blue. Now imagine being torn away from everything that you've always loved, being told that you have to give up your life, your home, and your job. Now, imagine being told that you were to be bound to not one, but two insensitive prats. One of which bullied you all through school and made you feel like you were worth less than the dirt that coated the soles of his shoes. The other who stunned you and took you home like you were his pet kneezle. You think that I havn't considered your feelings. Well, you surely havn't considered mine."

She backed away from him as he walked toward her, hurt and anger swimming in his eyes. She stopped abruptly, swaying as the back of her knees hit the bed. She pressed her hands against his chest as he crowded into her personal space and gasped as he pushed her over onto the bed. She squirmed as he lowered himself and hovered over her prone body.

She bit back a moan as he nuzzled the spot below her ear. "I've been very considerate of your feelings, whether you recognize it or not." He punctuated his statement with a roll of his hips. She closed her eyes tightly as heat gathered in her abdomen. His scent wrapped around her, cloaking her in its intoxicating haze. "I could have taken you away from your so-called life years ago. I could have come to your home and killed your pathetic husband. I could have held you down and marked you in front of your children."

Each sentence was punctuated by a thrust of his pelvis or a nip from his sharp teeth. Hermione gasped as his lower body pressed against her sweet spot. "I did none of those things," he whispered darkly in her ear. " I did nothing because I only thought of your feelings. I forsake my own happiness because you were happy. I was dying, Hermione. Dying slowly. And I did it all for you. And look where it's gotten me?"

He mashed his lips against her own and she gasped at the suddenness of his attack. He wasted no time and swept his tongue into her open mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head as his rich bouquet settled over her body. She became limp in his grasp, no longer fighting his advances. She was lost in his chemical seduction.

He pulled away slowly and her eyes fluttered open. "You see," he asked. "You were made for me. And now for Scorpius. Once we've bonded, you will see."

She watched, her mind a little hazy as he pushed himself away from her and straightened his robes. "I've brought one more book. I had to wait for it to come from my cousins in France. It explains more on a veela triad."

He pulled a tiny book from the pocket of his robe and placed it on the bed side table after he returned it to its normal size. "And you've received a letter from the ministry. Don't look at me like that. I didn't open it." He placed the scroll on top of the book. After giving her one last heated look, he hurried from the room.

Hermione lay boneless against the soft bed as she felt the wards shift back into place, securely locking her away once more. Despite what he'd said, she was very much a prisoner. At least for the next year. Hermione groaned and sat up, curious as to what the Ministry wanted with her. She unrolled the parchment and her hands shook as she read the first line.

Miss Granger,

I regret to inform you that your ex-husband, Ronald Bilius Weasley, has petitioned for and been granted sole custody of your two minor children, Hugo and Rose Weasley. You may contact the Ministry to set up supervised visitation. It is his contention that the children will not be safe around a newly formed veela triad. You may appeal this decision if you so desire within the next 60 days. Have a happy Christmas.

Cuthbert Mockridge
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