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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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A/N: Thanks for all the support that you guys continue to show this story. I know it is kind of a tricky matter when we are discussing a mate bond between a father and son and one witch. So far, I've not had too many haters. And for that I'm grateful. I'm surprised that so many of you want this to be just Draco/Hermione and to hell with Scorpius. I guess he hasn't won very many supporters. You just have to remember that he is young and hormonal and above all a teenager. As a mother to a teenage boy, I can vouch that they are very hard to get along with and can be selfish. I hope you guys can give Scorpius a chance to set things right in the end.

Chapter 14

Scorpius tossed and turned restlessly in his bed, his hands automatically and rhythmically clenching and unclenching his sheets in his fists. Never before had he felt such undiluted and unadulterated pain. He kept his teeth firmly clamped together to avoid crying out in agony. His body shook and trembled as he drowned in wave after wave of nausea, his guts bubbling and churning as he felt like he was being torn apart from the inside out.

He felt like his body was on fire. He knew what was happening. He just hadn't grasped just how much pain was going to be involved. Never, in all his wildest imaginings, did he believe that it would hurt as much as it did. His father had tried to prepare him of course and had told him in detail what to expect. He'd said that'd he'd been entirely ignorant of what was happening during his own change, as his own father had done nothing to assuage his fears, and he didn't want his own son to go into it blind.

His father had told him that his body would grow and transform into that of a fully fledged adult veela. The problem was that he would do all this growing and changing during the space of twenty four hours. One whole day, and his body would have to grow into the size he would be for the rest of his life. His muscles would lengthen and his skin would stretch to accommodate the bulk of his new body. Then, there was all the veela attributes that he would gain as part of his new body.

And he hadn't lied about the pain. Pain wasn't even the right word to describe it. Scorpius hadn't really given much thought to his warnings at the time and didn't really expect it to hurt so much. It seemed that he needed a lesson or two when it came to listening to his father. First, the debacle with their mate and now, this. He was only doing what he thought was in his best interests.

He really had thought that his father was over-exaggerating the torment that he was going to experience. In the back of his mind, he thought that maybe his father wasn't as tough as him and that he would be able to breeze through the change. He had thought wrong, that was for sure. The agony he was experiencing shouldn't have surprised him in the least.

He groaned aloud and bit his tongue, drawing blood as his legs lengthened a few inches. He was sure that he would be taller than his father. He was already almost his height as it was. Now he would be taller. He jerked in surprise as he felt the cool hands of his house elf removing his clothing.

"I's sorry, Master Scorpius," she apologized quietly. "Yous clothes no fits no more. And Master Malfoy's be sayings I's to be using no magics in here, it could interfere with the change."

He wanted to thank the small creature but he couldn't bring himself to utter the words. It was a sublime relief to not have the restricting cloth chaffing against his sensitive flesh. He could feel his skin stretching to accommodate the bulk of his new body as his muscles grew and stretched along his new frame. Gods, how much longer would he have to endure this torture?

He cried out as his claws burst from under his fingernails and shredded his linens. He absently noted that he could feel the blood run along his fingertips before it dripped onto the linens below. He knew that the claws would be retractable and that if he got angry that they could appear without warning. He concentrated, trying to will the sharp daggers to disappear back into his hand. He quickly found that it was not possible since his hands were hurting so much. He could feel his heartbeat in the end of each finger, a sharp tattoo throbbing beneath his nails.

He grunted and turned over onto his stomach as he felt something tearing against the skin of his shoulder blades. He tried to prepare himself for the burst of pain he knew would accompany the emergence of his wings. From what his father had said, it would hurt the first few times until his body could accustom itself to the transformation.

He screamed and tears pricked his eyes as his wings tore themselves free and unfolded out of his abused body. He tried to think of his mate, his one and only, as the pain threatened to take over completely. She was his very reason for being. He could get through this for her. And he would have her as soon as this was over.

He opened his eyes and reached out one trembling and bloody hand to touch one of the feathers reverently. He couldn't quite grasp that they belonged to him, that they were a part of him. They looked nothing like his father's wings. His father's wings were long and charcoal grey, almost black really, with silvery tips. His wings were shorter and a shade of silver grey with black tips.

He shuddered as he flapped them slightly, testing the muscles that would be used to control his wings. This would definitely take some getting used to. He just hoped that he wouldn't lose it in public and go all veela on some poor unsuspecting soul. His father said that he would be especially sensitive for the first six months, especially in matters that concerned his mate. Although he said that since he was going to bond with Hermione immediately that it might not be so bad for him. His instincts might not be so volatile since he'll have her to help him stay grounded.

He clutched her nightgown to his chest as a new wave of pain wracked his body. He took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet scent. He couldn't wait until this torture was over. He would go to her immediately. He felt his canines lengthen at the thought of taking her tender, sweet-smelling flesh between his teeth.

He stretched like a cat as his penis filled with blood, hardening at the thought of marking his mate. It throbbed and dripped as his arousal increased. He couldn't wait to sink into her soft and fragrant body. He would stay there forever if he could.

He would have to be careful though. He would be a lot stronger after the process was complete and he didn't want to hurt her. He was afraid that he would scare her as well. It hurt him to think that she got along better with his father than she did with him. He couldn't grasp why she didn't feel like he felt, why she couldn't see how much he loved and cared for her. He would spend the rest of his days showing her if he had to. He would earn a place in her heart. He felt rather badly at behaving so irrationally. He knew that his father had a plan to gain the affections of the witch. But he didn't feel that he could wait. His impulses had been getter stronger through the year and he just knew that after he matured, he wouldn't have been able to stop his veela from doing something stupid. He did the only thing that he could. He brought her home for the holidays. Internally he cursed himself. He hadn't endeared himself to her at all. If anything, he'd managed to drive a sizeable wedge between them. He knew that she probably wouldn't willingly allow him to mark her. He would have to use his veela magic.

The pain started to recede and he sighed in relief as parts of his body became completely free of torment. He wanted to go look in the mirror, to see what he had become, but there would be time for that later. Right now, Hermione was waiting for him, mere steps across the hall. He should probably take the time to bathe, but as with the mirror, that could wait until after he claimed his witch. He brushed his much longer hair out of his eyes and strode to the door with purpose.

He wasn't going to wait any longer.

End Note: So, short chapter but the next chapter is the one everyone has been waiting for: the bonding between Scorpius and Hermione. And it will be much longer, promise. Then we'll get to see the bonding between Draco and Hermione. Not sure when I'll update this again. It probably won't be for at least a couple of weeks. Leave me some love, tell me what you think.
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