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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: Sorry again for the long wait. I wanted to clarify the note at the end of the last chapter. I was overwhelmed by the outpouring of support from all of my readers. I don't plan on abandoning this story. I will finish it. I was just feeling intensely discouraged. But you guys really showed me how many people are liking this story, no matter how controversial. I hope this chapter is enough to show my gratitude.

Draco pulled them from the grounds via side-along. He was afraid if he stayed there with Hermione much longer that he would have pulled her clothes from her body despite the cold. He couldn't afford for the little witch to get sick. Especially in her condition.

His body thrummed with need as he popped them into his private chambers. It was a place that was all his own, a place that not even Pansy had ever been. He thought that it would be the perfect spot for him to finally claim his mate. After all these years, after all the potions, after all the longing and heart ache, she was here.

In his arms.

His teeth lengthened in his mouth as he kissed along the smooth column of her neck. He steered clear of the still healing wound on the other side of her neck; the proof of his son's claim and kept his kisses to the right. She would bear both of their marks by evening.

His mouth watered hungrily as he sucked harder on the honeyed flesh presented to him. His groin tightened and pulsed as she moaned in pleasure. He wanted to go slow, to show her exactly how much she meant to him, how much he'd loved her ever since they were children but she was unknowingly making the task next to impossible. Her soft sighs and the brush of her chest against his as she fought to catch her breath was driving him mad with need.

He hadn't realized just how much he'd want the witch in front of him. He'd loved Pansy but what he felt for her paled in comparison to what he was feeling for the woman before him now. It didn't help that he'd suppressed his instincts for years with the dampening potion. Now that it was fully out of his system, he was having a hard time controlling himself. He was out of practice.

He walked her across the room and gently lowered her to the satin covers on his bed. His hands seemed to be everywhere as he covered her trembling form with his body. His fingers whispered across her collarbone as he wandlessly vanished her jumper and her jeans, leaving her in her underwear. He vanished his own clothes as well, the need to feel his skin against hers was all consuming.

His body jolted as his skin touched hers for the first time. Her arms embraced him as he pushed his face against her neck. His mouth ached. It was time. His teeth pierced her skin and he overwhelmed by the taste of her essence. Bright colored lights flashed behind his shuttered eyelids as he finished the first mark.

His hands stroked her through her panties as she wailed in ecstasy beneath him. Already he could feel their bond, the tie that he had created between them. Curiously he could feel his son as well. He would have to think on that later. Now was all about her.

He soothed the bite with his tongue and then trailed his hands over her breasts, lightly thumbing her nipples through the fabric of her bra. They hardened beneath the light touch and he smiled as he saw how she reacted to him. It was more than he could have ever hoped or dared to dream. Truthfully, he'd been afraid. He just knew that she would reject them, that she would force his hand and that he and Scorpius would have to resort to using their veela powers on her. They might have been bound after that but it wasn't something that she would ever forgive them for. It would have poisoned their relationship from the start.

It wasn't as if he'd ever given her a reason to think of him in a positive light. He'd been an arrogant and misguided boy. Later, he knew better but didn't want to go against his Father. After that, during the war, he'd had no choice in the matter. There was no doubt that the witch beneath him had suffered at the hands of his family. He was more than thankful for this second chance. And he would make the most of it.

He moved slowly down her succulant body, tasting her skin as he went. He couldn't get enough. He would never get enough of her. He purred as her fingers threaded into his hair and scratched against his scalp. Even the smallest gestures seemed intensely erotic. He knew that he wouldn't last long at all this first time. It was all he could do to keep from losing it now just from her taste and smell.

His eyes rolled back in his head as he breathed in the heady fragrance of her arousal. She smelled so bloody good. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her close to his mouth. He looked up and caught her eyes as his swept his tongue once over her still covered sex.

She panted lightly as her hips bucked up to meet his lips once more. A bit of wandless magic later and she was bared to his eyes for the first time. His breath caught in his throat as her fragrance become even more pungent, saturating the air. He growled low in his throat as his nails lengthened into sharp talons.

He took a few deep breaths as he waged for control of the beast lurking within him. He knew that the creature was an extension of himself, that it was part of who he was, but he also didn't want to hurt or frighten his mate with his animalistic tendencies. He was better than that. If his son could manage it as a newly fledged veela, then so could he.

"Draco."

Her soft voice calmed him. He opened his eyes and looked into the warm golden eyes staring back at him. She smiled reassuringly and caressed his hair. To his shock, it had grown. It had lengthened at least three inches.

"It's okay," she said softly. "Please, Draco. I'm not afraid. I know that you won't hurt me."

He shivered as her voice washed against him. It was a soothing balm against his tortured psyche. She accepted him, even though he was in no way deserving of such a thing. He was not good enough for her, he would never be good enough for her. He felt his nails retract slowly as his veela retreated ever so slightly, content with the fact that it knew that she would not try to run from him.

He returned his full attention to the prize before him. Never had he seen something so beautiful. The sight of his mate, spread out before him like the most sumptuous banquet was almost more than he could bear.

He dove in without warning, learning her contours and tasting her properly. He groaned as her fingers pulled his hair and urged him closer still. He would crawl inside her if he could. He feasted on her sweet essence like man dying from starvation. He was quite convinced that he would never again taste anything more decadent in flavor than the nectar flowing from his mate.

He brought her closer and closer to the precipice, knowing that he would have to move quickly to place the second mark just as she reached her high. Seconds later, she spasmed around his fingers, and he sank his long teeth into the flesh between her thigh and abdomen. Tears pricked at his eyes as he felt the binds between them tighten and he could feel the joy she was feeling.

He licked the small wound, groaning aloud as her blood entered his mouth again. She tasted divine. His Father was a bigoted prick for ever believing that her blood was filthy. He loomed over her and gave her no time to recover from the second mark. He thrust himself into her, having vanished the last of his clothes some time ago. He had to feel her, to make sure that this wasn't all some sort of a dream concocted by his mournful veela. The feel of her gripping him tightly was enough to disabuse him of that notion quickly.

He nearly lost it right then as she pulsed around him, the velvet of her walls rippling around him. He buried his face in her neck and wept with the joy of finally joining as one with his true mate. It was a moment that he had believed would never happen. After the war and her sudden marriage to Weasley, he couldn't bring himself to step forward and assert his claim and ruin her happiness. And he had known that she was happy. She had glowed with it anytime he happened to get a glimpse of her. But then Scorpius had the dream. He knew that he couldn't relegate his only son to the half-life that he had lived.

So, he had set the gears in motion, believing that his angel would hate him forever. He would be able to deal with her contempt, as long as she accepted his son. But Scorpius had been impulsive and he had to scramble to fix things. Even though the boy had mucked things up a bit, it seemed as if things would turn out okay. Sure, there were things that they would have to work on, the issue with her children becoming his number one priority. There was also the issue with her job at Hogwarts. He knew that the loss of her teaching position had come as a hard blow. But he had a few ideas and he couldn't wait to discuss them with the beautiful witch that was beneath him.

She held him in her arms as he cried silently against her neck, soothing him with her warm embrace. She didn't speak. She didn't have to. It was more than enough that she was just there. He moved against her slowly, taking what she was offering him. She held him firmly to her, with more than just her body. She held him with her heart. She'd owned his for more than twenty years now.

He pulled away from her slowly, piercing her with an intense gaze. There was nothing in the world now that could take her away from him. Not even death, fore if she died he would follow soon after. He tilted her hips and plunged into her at a faster pace, changing the angle of his penetration. Her eyes fluttered shut as he felt the pleasure consume her. It was an intoxicating feeling knowing that he was the cause of her euphoria.

"Mine," he growled. His voice was something that he didn't even recognize.

Her eyes flew open as she tightened around the hard steel of his length. He wanted to hear her say the words. He needed to hear her say them.

"Y-yours," she stuttered as he increased the power behind his thrusts. "I'm yours and Scorpius'."

She barely got the last words out before he struck, burying his teeth into the flesh above her right breast and completing the third mark. Their bond cemented, becoming crystal clear in his mind. He could feel the individual strings that belonged to her, his son, and the new life that grew within her. The overwhelming joy he felt, and her wet walls gripping him in its snug vice sent him flying into the most intense orgasm he'd ever felt. He felt like he was being destroyed and reborn at the same time. Nothing his Father had ever taught him could have prepared him for the way that he felt. He cursed the man for the millionth time for depriving him of this so long ago. He had no right.

He cradled his tired witch in his arms. She was utterly exhausted, and rightfully so. The mating magic was draining and she'd done it twice in the last twenty-four hours. He was tired as well. His body was shifting and changing. Due to their unique circumstances, he and Hermione would stop aging for the next decade or so. Their genetic make up would be altered, hers more than his own as she now had to change slightly in order to accommodate the pregnancy. Not just any witch could be the mother to a part-veela. It was part of the reason that a veela had a certain mate. The creature takes over and finds the most genetically suitable female for reproduction. It cares not for looks or money. Only that the witch in question is strong and genetically able to bear young. It was the most primal of instincts.

And it was something that his Father for some reason never understood. Not that the bastard ever tried. His prejudice was far too ingrained.

Draco pulled the sleeping witch closer and placed a soft kiss against her temple. He would make this work. He would spend his every moment trying to make the beautiful woman beside him happy. He would give her the world because she was his world. She deserved no less and so much more.

End Note: So? I did this one in Draco's POV. Did you like this one better or the one with Scorpius? I'm torn between the two. I think I'm half in love with the both of them. Either way, what should happen next? I believe that Rose is going to cause some trouble for her father. ;)
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