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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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Chapter 11

Scorpius slumped against the wall after he left his father to deal with their irate mate. He hadn't been feeling so well lately. And it was getting harder and harder to control himself around her. Whenever he saw her, all he wanted to do was throw her down and shag her silly. He wanted to put his mark on her and rub his scent all over her.

He could feel his teeth elongating in his mouth at just the thought of claiming her. He pushed away from the wall and crossed the hall to his own room. He went into the bathroom and breathed heavily. It still smelled of her.

He turned on the tap and splashed his face with cold water, trying to cool his heated body. He felt terrible for wanting her so badly when she was obviously so upset about their claim. He'd seen a side of her just now that he'd never seen. Of course, he'd always known of her fiery disposition. He'd seen her in action plenty of times against his Godfather at school. She was possibly the only one, other than his father, that he'd seen stand up to the man and not wither under his scowl.

But he had to face the facts, Severus Snape could be pretty terrifying when he wanted to. He didn't have the guts to challenge the man. Not yet anyhow. Maybe in a few years. But his mate, Hermione, didn't seem to be fazed by the dark looks that he cast at her at times. Why, he'd even seen her embrace the man, much to his great displeasure. He had wanted to remove the surely Dark Arts Professor's head when she touched him.

That had been last year. And his feelings of possessiveness and violent urges had only gotten worse since then. It took all the control he possessed when school started back up and she'd reeked of her husband to keep from taking her right there on her desk.

He could still remember how he felt when he saw her at the start of term. She'd evidently spent a good deal of time outdoors during the break. Her hair, which she'd left loose for once, had streaks of blond highlighting the lush curls. Likewise, her skin had a dewy sun-kissed sheen to it. She had glowed in the dim lighting of the dungeon.

She had taken his breath away. She smelled so bloody good, her mouth watering aroma of honeysuckles and vanilla and sunshine had caused him to harden painfully in his pants. Thank Merlin for loose fitting robes. The only thing that had bothered him was the smell of her husband.

He hadn't smelled it right away. But the closer he got to her, the more he smelled it. An undertone, dirtying her beautiful natural scent, like the locker room after a Quidditch match. It was like old dirty socks and sweaty arm pits.

He hated it. He wanted to rub himself all over her to eradicate the putrid perfume that was clinging ever so subtly to her. He took his seat at the front of the classroom, just as he had for the previous five years, and she'd greeted him and asked him how his summer was. He'd answered politely, the whole time trying to discreetly adjust himself in his seat. His arousal was painful as it pressed against his trousers.

Her voice was quiet and sweet, more beautiful to his ears than any music he'd ever heard. And her eyes. Her eyes were like golden pools of amber. They held warmth and acceptance. She'd never treated him unfairly because of who his family was. He'd encountered quite a bit of prejudice over the years thanks to his grandfather's and his father's activities during the war. She'd even been tortured by a member of his extended family and she'd never held it against him.

She was perfect.

And she was his.

Even if she didn't know it at the time.

Scorpius brought himself back to the present as his groin throbbed. He'd been in a state of constant arousal since he'd come home on break. Denying his urges had been a lot harder than he'd anticipated. It didn't help that she was literally just across the hall.

He glanced down and decided that he would have to take matters into his own hands once more. But he wouldn't have to do that much longer. His birthday was next week and he would bond with Hermione once his transformation was complete.

His eyes slid shut as he palmed his erection. In his mind he saw her small shapely hand. In his mind, he imagined the night that they would finally come together. He pulled his turgid length out of his pants. He was so aroused, so hard that he was already dripping with need.

He gripped the countertop with his free hand as he swiped his hand over the head, using his precum as lubricant. In his mind, it was her. It was her touching him, her hand gripping him just right. Her mouth as she swallowed his cock. His teeth elongated once more as his movements quickened. He pictured laying her on his sheets and tasting her sweet blood. His blood boiled in his veins, his orgasm erupting through him like lava as his seed burst from his body in great spurts making a mess all over his pristine, marble countertop.

He sagged as he tucked his flaccid member back into his slacks. He really did feel bad. Maybe he needed a little lie in. His father had told him that his body would start its change sometime this week and that it would start as a fever. He laid down, content in the knowledge that when this was all over she would finally be his. He shut his eyes and drifted into dreamland, a land where Hermione accepted the truth and embraced their future, a land in which they were all equal partners, a land in which she returned his affections.

He awoke some time later, feeling a lot worse than when he first lay down. He was confused and disoriented. He looked blearily at the small elf tugging on his arm.

"Young Master Scorpius needses to return to his room. Come young Master. Yous not well," the elf poked and prodded him as she tried to get him up.

"Tink," he asked the stubborn creature, wincing as his throat exploded in pain. "What are you doing?"

He groaned as the small creature tugged again on his arm. "Master can'ts be stayings on the floors. Is dirty and not comfortsable."

Scorpius blinked and took in his surroundings. He was not in his room on his most comfortable bed. He was curled into a ball in the floor outside of Hermione's room. How in Rownea's name had he gotten out here?

He gained his feet rather unsteadily. He couldn't remember getting up and coming out here. Just then, his father rounded the corner with a book and a roll of parchment in his hands.

"Scorpius!" he said as he came closer. "You're awake."

"Yes, I am," he muttered irritably. "I just laid down to have a little kip and woke up out here."

"Nap?" his father questioned. "Scorpius, you've been asleep for two days. You woke up out here?"

"Two days?" he asked. "Merlin, I feel awful. Yes, father, I awoke to Tink trying to get me off the floor."

"It's begun," his father stated as he looked at him carefully. "Your scent is already changing. We need to get you back to bed, son. The second part of the change is painful."

"Tink," he addressed the small elf. "Fetch a potion for Scorpius. It is in my medicine cabinet and is a dark purple."

She popped away as his father helped him back into his room. His legs didn't want to hold his weight. His body felt weak and he shivered with cold.

"Can't I stay with Hermione, Father? I feel much better when she's around," he asked as he flopped ungracefully onto his bed.

He watched as his father performed a cleansing charm, freshening his linens. "I'm afraid not, Scor. After the second stage is the third and most violent stage. The beast within you awakens. You wouldn't want to accidentally hurt her."

Scorpius was horrified at the thought. "No, of course not," he assured him. "I just miss her, you know."

"I know, Scor. I know better than you will ever have to know."

Tink appeared in his room and handed a small bottle to his father. He drank it down, surprised by the minty taste. Immediately, his body felt a little looser and not so achy. But he also felt a surge of drowsiness.

"Sleep, son. Take comfort in the knowledge that when this is all over, she will become ours." Scorpius was asleep before the end of his father's statement. He didn't see as his father took the nightgown Hermione had been wearing and laid it on his chest. He didn't feel it as his father smoothed his sweaty hair away from his forehead. And he didn't feel it as his father warded his door, locking him inside. Unconsciously, he snuggled against the silky nightgown and sighed in contentment.

Soon.
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