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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, I’ve been a complete update fail! I’m sorry for those of you that are following this story. I have to wait for inspiration to strike for me to write and if a story gets stuck in my head, I often can’t even think about writing anything else until I’ve gotten it out. I also was writing a one-shot for the Dramione Couple’s Remix over on Livejournal. Which is complete. I will post it here when the fest is over. I’m going to try to concentrate on this story until it’s finished. This chapter is dedicated to Glorioux. She poked and prodded me to get my lazy fingers going. Thanks, I owe you one. So, here it is, I hope you enjoy it.

What A Malfoy Wants

Chapter 6

Hermione was floating on a cloud. She felt so light and weightless. Happy. Consciousness came back to her in slow increments. She could hear low voices talking but she couldn’t make out the words. It was like trying to hear underwater. Everything was garbled and unclear.

She could feel slight pressure on her hand and the soothing sensation of someone playing with her hair. When she was a little girl, she used to love it when her mother played with her hair. She always did it at bedtime. It helped her fall into a deep and peaceful sleep. But she knew it wasn’t her mother playing with her hair. Her mother was dead. After she had hunted her parents down after the Great War in Australia, they had insisted on returning home the muggle way. The plane had gone down off the coast of Africa. There had been no survivors.

Her mind sharpened at the thought of someone unknown playing with her hair. She kept her eyes closed as she assessed her situation. Then it all came rushing back to her at once.

Draco Malfoy.

Scorpius.

Veelas.

Mates.

Ron.

Her children.

Her non-existent marriage.

She kept her position relaxed as she listened-in on their conversation. She had to admit that Draco Malfoy loved his son. That much was apparent as she listened to them banter back and forth. If someone had asked her back in Hogwart’s if she thought Draco Malfoy would be a good father her answer then would have been a resounding no. But now, as she listened to him comfort his son, she couldn’t find it in herself to condemn him. After all, to what lengths would she go to protect her children?

She almost smiled as Scorpius called his father old. He was witty. Then she couldn’t stop her blood from boiling when Draco made his response.

“Good, I’ll let you break the rest of the news to our beautiful mate. You can tell her that she has resigned her post at Hogwart’s.”

Her eyes flashed open and took in the sight of her former nemesis and her student locked in a battle of wills. Neither one had noticed that she was awake.

Good.

It was time to show the both of them just what they were dealing with. She knew that even if she angered Scorpius that neither him nor Draco would harm her. She was their mate.

“What did you just say, Draco Malfoy?” Her voice was low and quiet, deadly.

She watched with great satisfaction as the blood drained out of the elder Malfoy’s face. He was right in what he said to his son. They had no idea what she was capable of. Just wait until she had her wand back. She would show them both.

“Granger!” Draco said surprised. “How are you feeling? Should I get my healer?”

She jerked her hand away from Scorpius and made to sit up. He pushed her back down gently. “Hermione, you need to rest. You’ve been through quite an ordeal.”

“Let me up,” she growled. “I’ve spent enough time in this bloody bed, Mister Malfoy. I’m as fine as a witch whose been abducted can be. And don’t try to change the subject.”

She struggled to the sitting position once more. “What do you mean, ‘I’ve resigned my post at Hogwart’s’? I’ve done no such thing.”

Scorpius’ face was stormy as he regarded her. Draco was pale as he pulled the collar of his robes away from his neck. Good. She hoped that she upset them as much as they’ve upset her.

“There’s no good way to say this,” Draco began. “So I’ll just say it. You can’t continue teaching at Hogwart’s and be bonded to one of your students. Not that anyone believes that you’ll give Scorpius special treatment or anything, but it would cause a lot of speculation. I owled Minerva as soon as I realized you were here and what was going to happen.”

Hermione’s mouth opened in shock. How could he? She almost had no words.

Almost.

“YOU DID WHAT?!” she yelled, clambering out of the soft bed. She slid against the silk sheets, trying to find purchase in the silky nightgown she was wearing. It only served to make her angrier. Her magic was literally sparking as it crackled in her wild curls. How dare they? Wasn’t anything sacred?

“I can’t believe you!” she shrieked, as her feet connected with the floor. She didn’t even care how short the skimpy gown was. She didn’t even notice the darkening eyes of the veela duo that stood before her in shock as she faced the two of them. She didn’t give a damn how she was making them feel. They sure didn’t give a damn when they totally upended her life. She didn’t even know when she was going to see her children again.

She advanced on the older of the two, fury etched on her every feature. She couldn’t condone committing violence against a minor but Draco was her age. She’d thumped him before and she wasn’t afraid to do it again.

“How could you?” she seethed. “It’s not enough that your son abducted me and brought me here against my will. It’s not enough that I’ve been pawed and manhandled by a randy sixth year student. My student. It’s not enough that you’ve annulled my marriage to the man that I’ve been happy with for sixteen years. It’s not enough that I supposedly have to submit to a bond between you and your son. Now, you inform me that I quit my job as well. Are you just going to bloody take from me until there is nothing left to take?”

Each statement was punctuated by her finger digging sharply into his chest as she poked him, pushing him across the room. Scorpius stood rooted to the spot. This was a side of her that she was sure he had never seen. She was normally a passive person. But they had just pushed too far. She wouldn’t be scared any more. From her limited knowledge of veelas, they couldn’t physically harm their mate.

What she didn’t know was how dominant and possessive they could be, that Scorpius behavior was a byproduct of his veela traits shining through. Of course, he hadn’t gone through the transformation yet. But Draco had.

At the end of her tirade, she reached up to slap him, just as she had in the third year, but he caught her hand. He held it in a bruising grasp and spun her so that she was pressed between him and the wall. She didn’t see as Scorpius silently let himself out of the room, leaving his father to deal with their enraged mate.

“You got away with that in the third year, Princess. I won’t let you get away with it now,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. She shuddered as he pressed himself closer to her, pinning her fully against the wall. She was truly and completely caught. “Now, to answer your questions. You asked how could I. I told you already. You can’t teach your bonded. That’s a Hogwart’s rule, not my own. I don’t have a problem with it nor does Scorpius. But you can imagine the outcry if the Headmistress were to allow one of her professors to teach what is effectively her husband. It would be the scandal of the century.”

He nuzzled her throat and she turned her face away from him before he continued. “Next, I’m sorry about Scorpius’ behavior. It wasn’t how I intended for any of this to happen. We were going to wait until the end of term, approach you formally and through all the right channels. I guess it’s mostly my fault as I’ve never denied him of anything while was growing up. He didn’t understand. He knew that you were his so he took you. As to his randyness, I won’t apologize for that at all. It is a veela’s nature, as they are very sexual creatures.” He punctuated his statement with a roll of his hips, pressing his prominent arousal against the cradle of her thighs.

Pleasure spiked through her and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block it out. He chuckled and licked the column of her throat. “Now, as to your marriage, I explained that already as well. If my father hadn’t been such a blood-supremacist, I would have claimed you back then. You farce of a marriage to Weasel would have never happened. That’s why your marriage was annulled. It never should have happened.”

One single, solitary tear slipped from beneath her eyelid and slowly trailed down her cheek. He wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. He sighed and pulled her closer still, resting her tear-stained cheek against the curve of his throat. His scent wafted around them, enfolding her in its gentle embrace. She hated to admit that it was comforting. But it was all chemically induced. He could manipulate her all with his scent alone and that bothered her more than anything. His chest vibrated against her as his sensuous voice continued.

“You will submit in the end, Hermione.”

She wanted to fight, to rail against him that she would do no such thing. But she knew when it came down to it, that she would. The thought terrified her. Even now, it was all she could do to keep from throwing herself at him and he wasn’t even really trying. He was only trying to comfort her. Her body trembled as she warred with herself.

“When the time comes, dearest, you won’t be able to help yourself.”

Great Merlin and Morgana help her. She knew he was right. She knew when the time came that there was nothing that she could do to stop it.

And the clock was ticking.

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End Note: Well, what did you think? Not my best chapter and definitely not the longest but it sets up future chapters. I’m not sure how many more chapters this will be. At least three more and an epilogue to be sure. So much for Scorpius handling the angry mate. I think Draco did a good job. Please, leave a review. I love to hear what people think of my writing. I won’t leave you hanging so long this time. Promise!!
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