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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: So, here is the latest installment. Now that the holidays are over and I'm working only 40 hours a week (as opposed to the 60-70 hours that I've been working since before Thanksgiving) I hope to have a bit more time for writing. One of my resolutions is to finish this story. Thanks for hanging in there with me. :)

Chapter 16

Hermione sighed contentedly as she slowly returned to awareness. She felt warm and happy, safe and protected in her snug cacoon. She shifted slightly as she became more aware of her surroundings. Scorpius was pressed up against her back, his arms enfolded around her and his leg pressed over hers, trapping her against him. She could feel his morning arousal pressed against cleft of her bottom.

Her cheeks heated as the memory of what they'd done the night before played through her mind. She couldn't deny what the Malfoy's had been telling her had been the truth all along. She was their mate. Her ever logical mind could no longer deny the facts. It didn't make her any less conflicted though. She still loved Ron, even though he was making things more difficult for her. She was sure that he wasn't doing it to be malicious. He was just misguided, he thought that he was helping her by trying to get her away from the Malfoy's. Maybe if she could explain things to him, he would relent; although she doubted that he would. He hated the Malfoy's. And now they'd given him another reason to continue his family's grudge.

She gasped as she felt Scorpius press a wet kiss on her neck, right over the spot that he'd given her his first bite. "Good morning, love," his voice rumbled. Her skin erupted in gooseflesh, pebbling as his warm breath puffed against her skin.

She shifted as he pulled her closer still, burying his face in her wild hair and inhaling deeply. Her insides clenched as he parted her thighs and slipped himself between them. Her arousal grew as he plunged back and forth, rubbing his own arousal against her sensually. She moaned softly as his erection caressed her already dripping folds.

"I could get used to waking up like this," he whispered as he pushed into her welcoming body. She moaned again as he rocked against her gently. Every movement seemed designed for her maximum pleasure. He had her body singing for him in no time. It seemed like it was only moments before she was arching against him and wailing her pleasure for all to hear.

Her face heated in embarassment. She'd never been particularly vocal during her moments of release. This was new development. He kissed her neck once more as she panted beside him. "Don't be embarassed," he whispered softly into her ear. "I love seeing you come undone. You are beautiful."

He nuzzled her throat again and her eyes fell closed as she reveled in his touch. There were no words for her to use that could adequately describe how she was feeling. She was so conflicted as she tried to reconcile her feelings for all the men in her life. She knew that she still loved Ron. But that love was fading into the background rapidly. Scorpius was in the forefront of her mind. Draco was running a close second, lurking in the background. Her children were there too. She missed them dearly. Her hand automatically drifted to her slender stomach as she thought of the new life that was growing there.

"As much as I'd love to stay in bed all day," Scorpius teased as he pulled on one of her tangled curls. "We must get up. It's Christmas and Father is waiting for us downstairs. And you must eat."

Her stomach growled loudly after his pronouncement, embarassing her yet again. He laughed quietly as he rolled out of the bed and walked to her closet across the room. Hermione couldn't help but stare at his beautiful form as he crossed the room without a hint of embarrassment at his nakedness. He was beautiful.

Gorgeous.

Her eyes traveled the length of his body, appreciating the grace he moved with. He reminded her of a black panther, sleek and powerful. She watched as his muscles shifted and bunched beneath his smooth skin, propelling him onwards and into the closet.

Hermione slapped herself mentally as she realized what she had been doing. She was not some crazed hormonal teenager. She had thought herself above such things.

Scorpius was smiling broadly as he exited the closet, as if her knew exactly what her traitorous thoughts had been. Which he might. She was bound to him now. He could feel what she was feeling. His smile widened further, showing off a straight line of pearly, white teeth.

Prat.

He laughed as he held out a dressing gown to her, unashamed at his own nudity. "It's alright to look, love. In fact, I encourage it."

She dressed quickly, coloring as his eyes lingered on her curves. "Aren't you going to get dressed?" she bit out, flustered by the lust swimming in his pale eyes. "Surely you're not going to go to breakfast in the nude?"

He laughed again and turned for the door. "As amusing as it might be to watch you struggle against oogling my awesome new body, I highly doubt that Father would be pleased. Not to mention, it would interfere with his plans. And that is something that I will not do."

She watched as he left the room and crossed the hall to his own. She pulled her robe on and headed to the bathroom. She had to do something with the nest that was her hair. She winced as she pulled the brush through her tangled curls. How she longed to have her wand back. That was a topic that she would address. She needed her magic back.

By the time she had tamed her hair (somewhat) and brushed her teeth, Scorpius was dressed and waiting for her on her bed. He stood and offered her his arm. She took it and followed him from the room and down the winding staircase.

She looked about with interest. She'd never been to this part of the house. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to find her way around. She might need a map. Or an altered version of the 'four point spell' that she'd taught to Harry in the fourth year. It seemed silly to think that this house was so big that she would have to resort to such measures just to keep from getting lost.

She nearly gasped aloud as Scorpius steered her into a room to their left. It was a beautiful room, full of light from the long widows on the right. A crackling fire lit in the grate warmed the room and the small couches looked cozy and inviting. Her surprise came from the huge Christmas tree that dominated the majority of the space. Easily twelve feet tall, it had to be nearly eight feet in diameter. She looked on in wonder as the fairy lights twinkled and moved around in a perfectly coreographed dance. It made the tree look as if it was alive and breathing.

She started as Draco spoke from behind her. She hadn't hear him enter the room. "Do you like it?" he asked quietly.

She turned from the spectacle before her and eyed her one-time nemesis. "It's beautiful," she commented.

She took in Draco's appearance. He looked tired and exhausted. Haggard. She felt a pang of regret. He'd suffered for so long. Her heart clenched at thought of what he'd given up, what he'd endured for her. If that wasn't love, she didn't know what was.

She left Scorpius' side and enveloped Draco in a hug. She couldn't explain why she felt the need to go to him, to touch him, and to comfort him, but she did. She held him against her and tried to communicate what she was feeling without words. She wanted him to know that he wasn't alone, that she was here and she wasn't running.

Not any more.

His arms circled around her as he pulled her close. She felt his tears on her neck as she melted into the embrace. She felt his arms tighten and squeeze her slightly as his whispered, "Thank you," entered her ears.

She pulled away slightly and searched his face. His eyes were wet, the dark gold of his lashes sticking together from the moisture. "For what?" she asked.

"For giving us a chance," he explained gently. "For saving my son from a fate worse than death. It's something that I will never be able to repay you for."

"There's nothing to repay," she insisted as she pulled away from him. She paced away toward the fire and looked into it for a moment. She didn't want him thinking that he owed her some type of debt. That would make her feel cheap, like a two-bit whore. She didn't allow Scorpius to bond with her just to save his life. She had her own reasons as well. That, and she could feel what they were telling her was true. She could feel it in her mind and in her soul.

"Hermione," Draco started.

"Don't," she commanded as she spun to face the veela duo. "There's nothing to say. You don't owe me anything. I didn't agree to this bond just to save your life or that of your son. I only did it because I could feel that it was right. Please, don't cheapen that."

"I didn't mean it like that," Draco remarked as he crossed the room and took her into his arms once more. "I only meant that I could never tell you how much that this means to me. I'm not good with words or expressing feelings. I can only show you."

She didn't resist as his lips slanted over her own and he stole a toe-curling kiss from her. She could smell his scent swirling around them, making the air heady and intoxicating. Her heart thrummed as she felt the pull between them increasing. His hands smoothed over her rear and she stifled a gasp as a small tingle shivered its way up her spine. He took advantage of her parted lips and swept his tongue into her mouth. It was as if he wanted to devour her whole.

She would have let him if it hadn't been for Scorpius clearing his throat across the room. "As much as I hate to ruin your fun, Father, don't you think it's time for presents?" Scorpius asked innocently.

Hermione was mortified as she extricated herself from Draco's grip. She couldn't believe the way that she was acting. What was it about them that made her lose all sense of propriety? She was not some bimbo or a harlot. This veela thing was making her look like some kind of slut. She glanced at Scorpius and noticed the mischievous twinkle in his eye. He loved the fact that he was witness to their impromptu snogfest. And he didn't look bummed out over the idea that he got to break them up either.

Prat.

She turned her attention once more to the tree and noticed the presents underneath for the first time. She noticed that there were a few from her family and then some from Draco and Scorpius. Guilt flooded her when she realized that she hadn't gotten them a thing. But then, she hadn't really had the time to shop, had she? She only managed to get a few things for her children and her nieces and nephews.

She allowed Draco to pull her away from the fire and onto the small couch to the side of the tree. She sat next to him as she watched Scorpius pull boxes from under the tree. He passed one to his Father who in turn handed it to her.

"We'd like you to open this one first," he said as he passed her the long slender package.

She looked at them both quizically before she slid her finger under the shiny, red wrapping paper. It didn't escape her notice that the object was wrapped in her house colors, red paper with a golden bow. She tore the paper off carefully, revealing a long slender, white box. She panicked inwardly. She hoped that it wasn't jewelry. It was too soon for something like that.

It turned out that her concern was unfounded as she pulled the top from the box. There, nestled in green velvet was her wand. She trembled as she picked it up and felt her magic hum under her fingertips. Tears flooded her eyes as she looked up at the two of them.

"We figured that it was time for you to have this back," Scorpius explained as he sat on the other side of her. "Just..." he trailed off and gulped as he eyed the unassuming piece of wood in her hand. "Don't punish me too much for being so brash, yeah?"

She sniffled and wiped at the tears on her cheek. "Thank you," she whispered as her throat clogged with emotion. "And I won't make any promises." She laughed at the look of worry that crossed his perfect features. Just what had Draco told him?

She rounded on the man in question and he gave her an innocent look that said he hadn't said a thing. She knew otherwise.

"Here," he said, deflecting her round of questioning. "This one is from me."

It was a small box wrapped in silver paper with a green bow. She wondered who had wrapped these gifts. She had a hard time imaging Draco doing it. And Scorpius had been so sick for the last week that she was sure that it hadn't been him. It was probably Tink, the only house elf that she'd seen around the place.

She opened it carefully and gasped as the contents were revealed to her. It was beautiful set of hairpins. They were miniature lions made up of what looked like diamonds with emeralds for the eyes.

"They..." she stopped and cleared her throat, the lump that was rising there was threatening to choke her. "They are beautiful and they look like they cost a fortune."

She slid her eyes up to meet the grey eyes of the man next to her. "Worth every knut I assure you. I had these made after my first dream," he explained. "I've had these in my vault since 1993. I've wanted to give them to you for years. They were originally intended for you to have when we were eighteen and I could court you properly. My father's interference put a stop to all that and I didn't think it was proper to give them to you after you and Weasley tied the knot. I just, I held onto them because they were yours, even if I never gave them to you."

The lump came back with a vegeance and her eyes flooded with tears once more. He sounded so sad as he explained the history behind the pins. And it was. It was sad. She couldn't imagine how he had felt over the years. She wasn't a veela, so she could never fully grasp the full extent to which he had suffered.

She reached out and squeezed his hand, showing him that she was there and that she cared. He squeezed her hand back and smiled at her. Scorpius again interupted their moment by reminding him that he was in the room. "You all are dead dull," he remarked as he passed out more gifts. "This is too much mushy for me to stand. It's Christmas. It's meant to happy and cheerful and you lot are depressing me."

Hermione could tell that he was teasing, by both the tone of his voice and the emotion she felt through the bond. It was easy to forget though, that he was still a kid, only being seventeen. It stood to reason that he would still be really excited about Christmas.

"Right, Scorpius," Draco remarked as he tore into one of his own gifts."Sorry to be such a downer. I wouldn't want to spoil your fun and all. Let's get this show on the road. I, for one, am starving and I can't wait to eat what Tink has cooked us up for Christmas brunch."

Hermione turned to her own small pile of gifts. The first one was from Molly. She had made her another of her famous Christmas jumpers. She was surprised by the gift. She'd figured that the woman would have alienated her after the Malfoy's had annulled her marriage to Ron. The image she knitted on the front was rather telling though. It was a lion that looked to be killing two snakes. She almost laughed aloud when she saw it. She hastily folded it up and opened her next one.

It was from Harry. She smiled as she looked at the cover of the book, Self Defence for the Modern Witch. She opened the cover and looked at Harry's messy scrawl on the inside.

Hermione-

I want you to know that Ron and I are trying to find a way out of this. I have to be blunt though. I've explored every avenue and looked up every obscure law that I could find. Their case looks airtight. I even went to the Minister's office and blew it up in a fit of rage when he explained that there wasn't anything that could be done. I can't help but feel as if I've failed you. Ron has been beside himself. I hope that this package finds you well and I want you to know that I'll always be here for you, no matter what. Even if you are forever tied to those stuck-up, pureblood prats. Use this book, Hermione. If they overstep their boundaries, which I know they will, don't hesitate to protect yourself. The only thing that has stopped me from storming their manor and taking you from them by force is the fact that it would be in their legal rights to kill me on the spot. This veela thing is highly over-rated.

With love always,

Harry

Hermione wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. She was touched by his concern. She couldn't imagine what Harry had gone through after they heard the news. She had a hard time picturing him blowing up Kingsley's office. That sounded more like Ron. She knew that Harry probably had his hands full with Ron. She knew that he likely hadn't taken it well. She wouldn't have taken it well had their situation been reversed. She knew that he would be alright in the end. Ron was strong. And he was still young.

She was brought back to the present by two pairs of expectant grey eyes staring at her. "What?" she asked a little self consciously.

"We have one more thing to give you," Draco said after a pause.

She looked at them as they stared back at her. "I feel a little guilty," she admitted. "I didn't get you guys a thing."

"You've given more than enough," Scorpius said. "Besides, we didn't spend anything on your presents. The wand was yours. Father didn't spend anything on the combs, as he's had them for the last decade. And this last one didn't cost anything either."

She looked at them both expectantly. What could they have gotten her that didn't cost any money?

Draco slid off the couch and knelt in front of her. He grasped one of her hands and held it gently. "I know that you've been missing your children," he said quietly. "I've talked with Molly Weasley and arranged a floo call so that you could speak to your kids. I know that it's not a visit, but with the paper work Weasley filed the other day, I had to rearrange things. No mother should not get to at least talk to her kids at Christmas."

Her eyes flooded with tears yet again. She couldn't believe that he would do something so nice for her. Something that he had absolutely nothing to gain from. Moreover, she couldn't believe that Molly would allow it. She knew that she didn't like the Malfoy's. She figured that she would be included in the grudge fest as well, since she was technically a Malfoy from her bond with Scorpius. She knew that Molly loved the kids dearly. Maybe she was just acting in their best interests. They were, after all, the innocent victims in all of this upheaval.

As if on cue, Draco and Scorpius rose from the couch. "They will be calling in the next few minutes," Draco explained as they both moved toward the doorway. "We'll be down the hall in the breakfast room when you're ready to join us."

She watched as something passed silently between the two of them and then with one last heated look aimed at her, they left the parlor. Hermione's hands trembled as she thought of her kids. The truth was that she was terrified. She didn't know how much they had been told and she was afraid of what they would think of her. Would they hate her because they saw her as the reason that she and Ron were no longer together?

They were both old enough to hear the truth. She just didn't know how they would react. Sure, this wasn't her fault but they may lash out at her anyway. They had had a happy family. And now it was all torn asunder.

She started from her thoughts as the fireplace emitted dull roar and started spitting green sparks.

"Mum?" her daughter called. "Are you there?"

She jumped from her seat and rushed over to the fireplace. "I'm here, sweetheart," she assured.

Hugo's face appeared beside his sister's. "Mum!" he cried

"Hey, sweetie," she replied.

"Mum?" Rose asked. "What's going on? No one will tell us what happened. Dad is hardly speaking to anyone and all Grandma will say is that you and Dad aren't together any more. Is that true?"

Hermione sighed and searched her children's eyes. "It's true," she admitted quietly.

"Do you?" Hugo asked uncertainly. "Do you not love Dad any more?"

"No," she said urgently. "It's nothing like that. I will always love your Father. I will always love you. This is something that is out of our control. It was completely unexpected."

"So...," her daughter prompted.

Hermione smiled at her girl. She was so much like her sometimes that it was scary. "What do you know about veela?" she hedged.

"Just what we learned in class," Rose answered. "They have mates and at a certain age they court and claim their mate. They live longer, are better looking, and have stronger magic than the average witch or wizard. Why?"

"Well," she answered. "There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to come out with it. Veelas are a protected creature because they are so rare. They are afforded certain rights when it comes to claiming their mates. They are allowed certain liberties, even if the witch or wizard that they have deemed to be their mate is in another relationship. After presenting evidence, which must be undeniable proof that the person in question is their mate, the veela is allowed to dissolve their relationship, even a marriage, in order to claim their mate."

"Oh Mum!" Rose cried. "Is that what happened? They made you leave Dad to be claimed by a veela?"

"Two actually," she corrected.

Hugo looked scandalized. Rose was pale. Hermione was waiting for them to blow up. She didn't know how she would have acted if she were in their shoes. It was a lot to take in.

"Who?" Rose finally asked.

Hermione breathed in deeply. This would be the hard part. "Draco and Scorpius Malfoy," she answered finally.

Hugo's eyes widened and Rose blushed a deep crimson. "The Malfoy's!" she exclaimed. "As in father and son? Mum, Scorpius is my age. How did this happen?"

"I don't know, Rose," Hermione answered as she wrung her hands fretfully. "Draco has theorized that since I was his mate and his Father wouldn't allow him to act on his claim all those years ago that now I'm Scorpius' mate. That I was born to bear the heirs of the Malfoy family and now that Scorpius is the heir, I'm to be his mate to fulfill that destiny."

"It's weird!" Hugo blurted. "You are twice his age! Doesn't that bother him."

"No," she answered slowly. She wasn't going to tell them about the aging thing just yet but since he brought it up, she might as well get it all out in the open. "After the claiming, my aging will stop until he catches up to me."

"You mean," Rose concluded. "That until he reaches his thirties, you will remain the same. That someday, we'll be the same age."

"Exactly."

Rose processed this for a moment. "That's kind of cool," she admitted after a bit. "But when you said that you were destined to bear the Malfoy heirs, does that mean that you are going to have more children?"

That was her daughter. She never missed a thing. "Yes, that is the goal of the veela. To reproduce and keep their species going. That's the goal of any animal, to spread their genes to the next generation.

"So," Hugo asked hopefully. "I might finally get that brother that I've been asking for all this time."

Hermione smiled broadly. It looked like they might actually be okay with this whole thing. She didn't know what she would have done if they had responded negatively. "More than likely, honey," she answered. "I can't imagine the Malfoy's not having a male heir. It is tradition. So, enough with all that. Did you kids have a good Christmas?"

That was all the prompting that her son needed. He expounded on all the gifts that he'd gotten. Her son really was quite the chatterbox once he got going.

"What about you Rose?" she asked.

She didn't answer her query. Instead, she asked a question that took the wind right out of her. "When do we get to see you?" Rose asked quietly. "Grandpa said that you wouldn't be teaching any more. And he said that you wouldn't be able to come to Christmas dinner. What aren't you telling us?"

Hermione swallowed uncomfortably. She didn't want to make Ron into a villain. "Arthur was right. I'm not going to be teaching, at least for a little while. And I can't come to the dinner. And your Father..." she trailed off as she struggled for the right words to say. "Your Father has filed for full custody. The Malfoy's had our marriage annulled on the grounds that it should have never occurred. You Father is afraid that the Malfoy's might try an harm you."

"Seriously?" Rose asked. "He just hates the Malfoy's Mum. Now more than ever."

"I can't fault him for his fears, honey," Hermione said sadly. "I'm going to fight though. You are my kids too. And I'll always love you."

"Screw that!" her daughter exclaimed. "I'll be seventeen next month, legally an adult. Dad can't stop me from seeing you then."

"Rose Weasley!" Hermione scolded. "Language! And that may be all and well good for you. But what about your brother? No, I'll file for an appeal after the holidays. Your Father is just trying to protect you."

Hermione heard Molly calling for them in the background. Her time was over too soon. "I wish I could hug and kiss the both of you," Hermione lamented. "But have a Happy Christmas and don't be too hard on your Dad. I know that he means well."

"Happy Christmas, Mum," Rose said. "And I will see you next month on my birthday."

Hermione smiled tearfully as her daughter melted away from the flames. She waited as Hugo regarded her thoughtfully. "If either one of them hurt you," he said. "Tell them that they are going to hear from me. Happy Christmas, Mum."

His face fell away and the fire returned to its normal reddish-gold. Hermione laughed quietly to herself. Hugo would always be her little man. She got to her feet slowly. She was still a little sore from last night's events. She blushed as she remembered that she still had one Malfoy to bond with. She shook her head and walked quietly out of the room and towards the sound of voices down the hall. She was utterly famished.

End Note: So, a lot going on in this chapter. And we finally got to hear from her kids. Let me hear your thoughts. Next chapter will be brunch and, depending if I can get it to flow properly, Hermione's bonding with Draco. Not sure on that front, that may actually come in Chapter 18. I'm sorry for any errors in this. I bought a new laptop and I really don't like the document creator. It doesn't have auto-correct, a spellchecker, or a built in dictionary and thesaurus. I read through this several times and corrected anything that I found but I am only human and I probably did miss a few things. Happy New Year and I'll see you all next time.
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