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Delayed Inheritance	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 11952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hi guys, I’m using this to apologise for the long wait on the next chapter of ‘Insatiable’ as it’s grown arms and legs and the characters aren’t really behaving at the moment, but I will try to get it posted this weekend at some point.
Hope you enjoy the next chapter of this one. 😊
Pheromones
31^st July 2003
Draco was walking down the stairs of the house that he shared with Hermione just outside of London when he heard voices in the lounge. He saw that the study door was open and knew that someone had arrived via floo, which was strange for a Thursday morning.
He made his way through the kitchen and popped the kettle on and then stepped into the lounge. At first, he second guessed that he had heard voices when he didn’t see anyone there, but then he heard Hermione moan and saw legs sticking out from the side of the sofa, which was facing away from him—four legs.
His body immediately tensed and he ran forward, throwing himself over the back of the sofa and pushing the man to the floor, falling on top of him in the process. When he realised who it was, he growled angrily, ‘What the fuck are you doing to my wife, Potter?’
The bastard had the gall to look surprised that Draco had stopped his early morning snog with Hermione. Draco was about to tear him to shreds, feeling his talons slowly inching out from his fingers when Hermione’s hand touched his back, caressing his wings softly, which she knew always helped to calm him down. ‘No, Draco. Don’t hurt him. I don’t know how but he’s—he’s a—’
Draco looked back down at Potter on the floor, who looked thoroughly confused. Then he smelled it, pheromones, strong ones. Fuck, really strong ones. And there was only one reason that Potter would be radiating pheromones like that. ‘He’s a Veela.’
Potter’s eyebrows knitted and his deep green eyes widened again and Draco was hit with another blast of that smell and felt himself starting to succumb to it. ‘For fuck's sake, Potter, you need to calm down those pheromones.’ Draco looked up at Hermione, who was also looking at Potter with big, dazed eyes and he knew that they were affecting her as well. ‘Potter, stop!’
He wriggled underneath Draco, trying to get free. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. Lemme go!’
On the last word, Potter had pushed Draco backwards with a strength that seemed to surprise both of them. Draco landed on his back, thankfully cushioned by his wings and pushed himself back up, only to find that Potter had sat up and now had his tongue in Hermione’s mouth and they were both moaning, the sound causing a shiver to run down Draco’s spine.
He got up quickly and snarled at Potter, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him away from Hermione. ‘Stop. Kissing. My. Wife.’ He deposited the raven-haired wizard against the wall by the television and then turned to Hermione. ‘What the fuck is going on?’
Further away from the overpowering smell of the pheromones, Hermione seemed to calm down and focus again and her eyes widened as she looked back up at Draco. ‘He said—he said I smelled good.’
Draco’s eyes flew back to Potter, who was sitting on the floor in front of him. ‘She’s mine, Potter,’ he said angrily.
Harry growled back, ‘Mine.’
Draco took a few deep breaths, which didn’t help. Potter was a new Veela. He didn’t know how to control himself yet. He was just finding his new senses and thought that Hermione smelled good, but obviously couldn’t differentiate between a normal smell and a Mate smell. And he definitely couldn’t control his pheromones.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘Hermione,’ he said, and she looked at him with big, questioning eyes. ‘I think you should remove yourself from this situation. Go to work and see if you can find anything about a Veela gaining their characteristics after their 18^th birthday. Have you seen that at all?’
Hermione shook her head. ‘I haven’t dealt with any Veela since becoming the Minister of the Department, and they’re the only ones with access to the information.’
Draco frowned. ‘Maybe track down Liz and see if she has seen anything like this before?’
Hermione nodded. ‘And what are you going to do with him?’ she asked.
‘I’ll take him to the Manor and do the same. We have quite a few books there. We can have a look and I can try to teach him how to control his pheromones in the process.’
She nodded but looked nervous. ‘You don’t think that I’m—I can’t possibly be—to two, could I?’
Draco shook his head. ‘I don’t think so,’ he said. ‘I think he’s just getting used to his new senses so everything smells good to him.’
Potter growled again, looking at Draco with dark eyes. ‘Mine.’
Draco gave a short breath of irritation, then grabbed Potter’s arm and apparated them to Malfoy Manor.
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Two Years Previous
18^th June 2001
Hermione knocked lightly on the door of her immediate superior, Liz, who was the Minister of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
‘Come in,’ the voice said from inside and Hermione opened the door.
‘Good Morning, Liz,’ she said.
‘Ah, Hermione,’ the woman said. She was probably ten years older than Hermione and had been in charge of the department for the last four. They had become quite close work acquaintances since Hermione had become the Deputy Minister. ‘I actually wanted to speak to you today. Did you enjoy your time off? You don’t usually take unplanned holidays.’
Hermione expected this. She had owled in last Monday morning to say that she was taking last week off, stating that she had some unavoidable issues but couldn’t say what they were at the time. She doubted that ‘Jealous-Beyond-All-Reasoning-Male-Veela’ would go down well, so it was good she had plenty of holidays that needed to be used anyways.
‘I did enjoy the time off,’ Hermione said. ‘And it was also why I came to see you.’
Liz raised an eyebrow and motioned to the seat across from hers at her desk. When Hermione had settled in, Liz asked, ‘What can I help you with?’
Hermione cleared her throat and asked nervously. ‘What do you know about Veela?’
Liz knitted her eyebrows. ‘They are usually very beautiful and they give off pheromones that can lure in and attract others around them. But they can also be dangerous, especially when provoked or in the case of male Veela, when their mate or family are in danger.’
Hermione nodded. ‘Do you know anything else about male Veela?’
Liz tilted her head. ‘Unlike female Veela, they don’t usually gain their characteristics until their 18^th birthday. They are monogamous and have a pre-destined mate that they will find by scent and then bond with, with procreation being their focus thereafter.’
Hermione nodded again. ‘Do we keep a register of non-mated Male Veela?’ she asked.
Liz frowned. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘But only myself and the Minister of the DMLE have access to that information.’
‘And if one has become recently bonded?’ Hermione asked.
Liz let out a breath of exasperation at the seemingly endless questions, ‘Then their mate would need to register the bond with myself.’
Hermione smiled. ‘Alright,’ she said.
Liz shook her head in frustration. ‘Alright what?’
‘Can I please register my bond with a Male Veela?’
Liz’s mouth dropped open. ‘Sorry?’ she asked.
‘Can I please register—’ Hermione started but Liz interrupted her.
‘I heard what you said, Hermione, I just can’t believe it. Are you sure?’ she asked and when Hermione nodded, Liz conjured up three folders. ‘These are the only Non-Mated Male Veela we have on record, so which one is yours then?’ she asked, as if Hermione was telling a prank.
Hermione coughed and looked down, blushing. ‘Erm, it’s Draco Malfoy.’
Liz looked up at her, again with shock on her face. She looked through the three folders and pulled one out, dismissing the other two with a flick of her wrist. She set the folder down on the desk and opened it up.
Looking at it upside down, Hermione could see a small moving photo of Draco with some information, including his birthday and also his date of inheritance, which was his 18^th birthday and part of his family tree. ‘Neither of his parents are Veela,’ Liz said. ‘But he inherited recessive traits from both sides, which is why he’s showing the characteristics.’
Hermione nodded. He had told her this much already.
‘I’ll just need a drop of your blood then,’ Liz said. Hermione held out a finger to her and Liz touched the end of her wand to it to pull a drop out, letting it fall onto the blank parchment on the opposite side of Draco’s.
Suddenly, Hermione’s information started appearing on the page. Her birthday, full name, parents’ names and that they were both Muggles. And then two other dates.
Bonding commenced: 10^th June 2001 00:36
Bonding completed: 17^th June 2001 09:42
Liz looked up at her. ‘You spent a week with a Mid-Bond Male Veela?’ she asked.
Hermione nodded, flushing at the thought.
‘Why did it take you so long to complete it?’ she asked, then went serious. ‘He didn’t use his pheromones to initiate the bond, did he?’
Hermione shook her head and cleared her throat. ‘No, he definitely used his own inherent abilities for that,’ she said and Liz grinned. ‘But Draco and I haven’t had the best history, and the mate can only complete the bond when they fully accept spending their life with the Veela.’ Liz nodded in understanding. ‘It wasn’t until yesterday morning that I felt that.’
‘He must have been unbearable though,’ she said and Hermione snorted.
‘He wouldn’t even let me near his parents,’ she said. ‘He said if I even had the hint of smelling like anyone besides the two of us once he had bonded with me, it would make him go off into a jealous rage.’
‘That’s normal,’ Liz said. ‘Until the bond is complete.’
Hermione nodded. ‘So, is there anything else you need from me?’
Liz’s eyes widened. ‘Hermione,’ she said. ‘You’re the mate of a Veela, you’re the luckiest witch I’ve ever known.’ She dropped her voice. ‘How was the er, bonding you know?’ she asked with a wink.
Hermione laughed at her friend’s antics. ‘Let’s just say he felt very compelled to prove to me how virile he is,’ she said, blushing a bit.
Both of the women were so wrapped up in their conversation that neither of them noticed the red lettering forming under the bonding dates on the folder on the desk.
*Warning: As bonding was completed more than three years after the inheritance of the Veela, the bond may not—
Liz shut the folder over and dismissed it with a flick of her wrist.
‘You’re no fun, Hermione,’ she said. ‘I’ll get more details out of you later.’ Hermione smiled, but then Liz’s eyebrows shot up again and she gasped lightly.
‘What is it?’ Hermione asked.
She looked down at Hermione’s stomach. ‘Do you think you’re—you know?’
Hermione gave a laugh and put her hand over her tummy. ‘It’s too early to tell,’ she said with a smile. ‘But you’ll keep this all a secret, yeah? He doesn’t want anyone else knowing he’s a Veela.’
‘Of course,’ Liz said. ‘I actually physically can’t say anything to anyone about it as it’s part of my magical contract to keep them safe. Veela don’t like it to be common knowledge as they can be hurt or persuaded to use their strengths by threat to their mates and their families, so it’s very carefully guarded information.’
Hermione nodded. ‘Thank you, Liz.’ Then she gave a heavy sigh. ‘Now I just have to tell Harry that I’m in a relationship with Malfoy.’
Liz laughed out loud. ‘Good luck with that.’
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