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Mate-Bonding	By : fan8225 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 53149 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione cringes against the floor next to her bed.� The pounding is growing louder and more
demanding.� She clutches her wand,
knowing there is nothing on earth that would make her use it against the
intruder.� Suddenly the sound of
shattering glass explodes down the hall.�
'He's come in through the window.' She acknowledges.�

His heavy footfalls sound on the hardwood floor as he
approaches her bedroom.� He is banging
his fists against the door. He doesn't stop or pause to allow her time to respond
or to open it.� He is determined and
relentless in his objective.�

�

The thudding of his fists turns into crashing sounds.� Hermione knows he must be driving his
shoulder into the door.� Knowing he will
break it down eventually, Hermione seizes her courage.� She throws down her wand and runs to open the
door, flinging it open.� In a fraction of
a second, she takes in his startling appearance as he stands before her filling
the frame of the doorway.�

Draco Malfoy is wearing solid black expertly tailored robes and
he has a jagged looking gash on his upper left arm that's oozing dark red
blood.� His knuckles are cut and bleeding
and his bare feet are beginning to bleed over the new wounds he has incurred
from crashing through her plate glass window.�

Hermione pushes down her fear.� She can handle this.� She has prepared herself with every
imaginable literary reference.� As if
bidden, a factoid from her reading swims to the front of her thoughts.�

�Veelas
can track their chosen mate relentlessly over long distances when driven by the
mate-bonding instinct.�

'It�s not supposed to happen like this.' She thinks.� �He's injured himself and may well hurt me
too in the state he is in.�� She curses
whatever incompetent official at the Ministry who was responsible for screwing
up the containment wards that were supposed to secure him.

�

He bursts through the doorway, his eyes finding her petite
form in the semi-darkness of the room.�
He has followed her scent here.� She
is the center of his universe.� The ache
to possess her is throbbing in his blood, clouding his brain.� He knows the time has come.� She must submit to this, to him, now.

�

Before she can think he is on her, driving her backward to
the bed, falling on top of her.� He crushes
his lips to hers and grinds his arousal against her painfully.�

�

The feel of her beneath him is like a drug to him.� The more her lips yield the more he wants her
submission.� He can't taste her enough,
can't touch her enough.� He needs to
claim her so that she and everyone else will know that she belongs to him.

�

Her body stiffens in alarm as his weight presses down on her.� His eyes are glazed and there is no sign of
the man she knows in their depths.� His
eyes shine like mercury, his pupils narrowed to pinpoints; his face is a mask
of determination. She struggles to remain calm as she remembers what she has
read over the past months.��

�Male
veela can react savagely during their initial mating, often an extreme show of
dominance is used to entice the female to accept mating.�

�

She forces herself to relax beneath him, ignoring the vise
like grip he has on her body. She knows she has to ally his fears of
rejection.�

�

Reaching up, she runs her fingers through his tossed silky
blond hair.� She's never seen it look so
wild and ruffled.� She knows that it is
part of the physiologic change, a byproduct of the mating process.�

�

She caresses him tenderly and smoothes his hair back away
from his face.� She is rewarded with what
sounds like a cross between a coo and a growl that originates deep in his chest.� A tiny spurt of relief shoots through her
chest.� She breathes deeply to try to get
her racing heart rate under control.�
Schooling her face into a mask of calm acceptance she lifts her lips to
his.� His muscles leap in response to her
tentative initiation.� His lips bruise
hers and his teeth nip at her lips and tongue, he takes her kiss and
intensifies it, crushing her body to his once again.�

�

His hands tear at her nightshirt.� The thin cotton garment is torn from her
followed in seconds by her lacy knickers.�
She is startled with the speed and precision with which he accomplishes
his objective.� Fear wells up in her once
again causing her to panic inwardly.� She
lies nude beneath him, completely at his mercy.�
The sheer vulnerability of her position is overwhelming.� She can literally feel Draco's uncontrolled excitement
mounting.� Another snippet of her
research flits through her mind.

�

�Mate-bonding veela are placated
by a show of acceptance from their chosen mate.�

�

Not quite sure how much he'll understand she tries to talk
to him.

�

"I am here love."�
She reaches up to stroke his cheek.�
�I know you need me.�� He cocks
his head this way and that like a massive bird.�
He looks at her and rubs his cheek against her palm.� She continues to speak as it seems to be
working to calm him.

�Male veela exhibit strong avian
characteristics during the frenzy of mate-bonding�

�

"I'm your mate, Draco, yours alone, forever."� His eyes widen and his skin flushes with
color, at the same time it seems that the earthy masculine scent of him fills
the air around her like a caress.�

His head lowers to kiss her and this time he is markedly
less aggressive.� Hermione sighs into him
with relief, he slackens his viselike hold on her and her arms are allowed to
snake up around him, holding him to her.

�

She hears his low half cooing, half growling sounds as his
lips leave hers to travel down her neck, across her collar bone, his lips and
tongue finding and latching hard onto the pink peak of her breast.� Hermione arches against him in pleasure and
his low sounds intensify.� His mouth is
like a trail of fire as he scorches his lips across her skin over and over.�

�

He breathes deeply, her scent washing over him.� He sucks and licks her body.� Time stands still.� The heat of her skin activates the pheromones
in his saliva.� He pulls back, kneeling
over her to tear the clothing from his own heated body his only thought is to
lie with her, flesh on flesh.� He returns
to lie atop his mate, now skin to skin, his blood is boiling.�

�

Hermione freezes at the sound of furious pounding on the
front door.� Draco stills above her,
instantly alert.

�

"HERMIONE!� ARE
YOU OK IN THERE?� MALFOY'S BROKEN OUT OF
THE WARDS AND WE CAN�T LOCATE HIM!"�
It was Harry, likely as not he had Ron with him as well.�

�

Draco's hand flat on her chest stops her.� His attention has shifted from her to the
banging at her front door.� With a roar
of fury, as he leaps up, broad shoulders blocking her view of the hallway
beyond her bedroom door.��

�Mate-bonding
veela are intensely jealous and fiercely contentious.� They will fight to the death to protect their
mate if challenged.�

�

�

'Bloody hell!'� Hermione
thinks.� Clutching the sheet to herself
she bellows, �I'M FINE!� HE�S IN HERE WITH
ME.� NOW GET OUT OF HERE!� HE WON'T HURT ME, BUT IF YOU TRY TO INTERFERE
HE WILL FIGHT YOU TO THE DEATH."

�

As she speaks, she raises herself from the bed to stand
before the angry Veela who now looks so tense and coiled with wild aggression,
so fierce that for a moment she wonders despite her words if she is indeed safe.

�

Gathering her courage she steps toward him.� With the slightest hesitation she places the
flats of her palms on his hard chest.�
The muscles beneath his heated skin are tense with his animal
aggression.� She slides her hands down
over the muscled ridges of his taut stomach, and through his thatch of coarse
golden hair to firmly grasp his hard jutting cock between her small soft
hands.� His attention snaps back to her
as she caresses him with firm but gentle strokes.� She is embarrassed, she has never done this
before, but she looks him directly in the eyes.�
His skin flushes again and the indistinct scent of his mating pheromones
fill the air once again.�

�

Ron calls out now, he sounds a bit closer.� She vaguely contends that he is now standing
outside of the broken living room window where Draco crashed thought to gain
entry to her quiet cottage.� The pheromones
that Draco�s pumping into the air around her produce a slight buzzing in her
head.� Ron�s voice sounds like he is far
away, as if she is under water.

"Hermione?� Are
you sure you can handle him.� He can be
dang-"

�

"I said GO!�� She
says loudly over her shoulder, not breaking eye contact with Draco.� �Your being here is agitating him."� She strokes him a bit faster and with more
pressure.� Her actions serve to keep him
distracted and to satisfy the need to touch him that is coursing through her
blood.

�

She vaguely registers a muttered conversation between Harry
and Ron growing fainter as they move away.�
At in the back of her mind she is relieved that they have followed her
command.� The brunt of her focus however
is on the primal needs of the veela in front of her.

�

Sensing that any threat has passed, he pulls her to him fiercely.� His arms encircle her waist and lift her off
of her feet as he carries her to the bed.�
He falls onto her, his need once again clouding any other thought from
his mind.�

He can hear the pounding of his own heart and the sound of
his own heated blood rushing in his ears.�
He can smell the intoxicating perfume that is her skin.� Her soft caressing hands have made him unable
to do anything but act on instinct alone.�
His lips come down on the base of her neck where it joins her shoulder
for brief seconds, and then his teeth flash white as he latches them onto her
creamy fragrant skin.� He bites down hard
and the warm taste of her blood glides over his tongue.� His need doubles as his pheromones mix with
her very life force.

�

Hermione is surprised by his attack on her sensitive flesh.� Pain sears through her as he holds her fast,
using his weight to secure her.� Her body
responds to the attack instinctively.�
She pushes at his chest and flails her legs at him ineffectually.� Her struggles only help to facilitate his
position as he secures himself more fully between her flailing legs.�

�

She freezes as a compelling heat surges through her body,
emanating from the throbbing wound on her neck.�
Her senses are instantly magnified and sensitized ten fold.� She feels the hardness of his sex as it rests
against her tender folds.� In an instant
she is on fire.�

Pain and fear give way to an overwhelming urge to be
possessed by him, to have him inside her.�
Her need is almost painful.� She
strokes desperately at the parts of his skin she can reach with her arms still pinned
against his chest.�

Her mouth waters at the scent of his skin against her
nostrils.� She feels out of control,
driven by the carnal craving consuming her.�
Her mouth opens and her tongue slides out to lave the pale smooth skin
at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.�
The taste of his warm skin is a balm to her reeling senses.� The impulse to taste more of him takes root
in her mind and blooms into an all consuming need.� Her teeth sink into the flesh of his neck and
he spasms in anguished pleasure-pain.�
The coppery taste of his blood fills her mouth and her eyes roll back in
her head with the ecstasy of it.

�

He flinches as her teeth sink into him.� His mouth is still latched onto her and instinct
compels him with an undeniable drive to finish the mate-bonding.�

His hips bunch and his back arches as if of there own
volition, blindly seeking her entrance.�
The wet heat of her soft folds kisses the tip of his sex, moistening him
with her passion.� With his teeth still
latched to her mating mark he thrusts violently into her, sinking deep into her
tight channel.

�

She releases his mating mark to cry out at the pain that
flashes through her as he breeches her.�
The growling coo of his mating call echoes from deep in his chest.� It fills her ears as his bulk plunges
powerfully into her.� With a second
thrust he is buried to the hilt in the virgin depth of her sex.�

�

Draco is near insane with the need to fill her.� Again and again he drives into her.� His nose is filled with the scent of her lust
as it issues from her every pore. His strokes push all the way in before
withdrawing completely and then filling her again and again.

�

The pain wars with the pleasure he is creating with his
driving thrusts.� The pleasure soon
eclipses all else and Hermione's focus is narrowed to the feeling building
within her.�

His teeth are clamped, as if cemented on her neck and the
piston action of his hips is originating pleasure that radiates up her body
from the apex of her thighs.� She is
thrashing her head back and forth, moaning his name deliriously, and curling
her fingers into his chest.

�

Everything else ceases to exist.� There is no day or night, no up or down.� There is only her and the white hot heat of
her sheathing him.� He feels that he will
die if he has to separate from her.� He
wants his possession of her flesh to go on forever.� And yet.�
He is being beaconed to the edge of a precipice.� He is climbing ever nearer to a summit as his
body works feverishly into hers.

�

She is sliding up the mattress higher and higher with each
rapid thrust.� There bodies are moist
with sweat.� The world is spinning faster
and faster.� Hermione is clutching him
like a life line.� Her world is suddenly
strung out into a fine thin strand of silk as his hips rock her body.� She holds her breath, as the silken thread
becomes taut.� She wants it to last
forever.� The pleasure is so intense, it
is almost painful.� The strand of silk
spins out thinner and thinner, tighter and tighter as he drives into her.�� Just when it becomes too much, the
intensity, the pleasure, the power of him, the silk thread snaps and she is in
freefall.

Wave upon wave of pleasure crash through her body.� "Draco!"� She exclaims as the muscles of her back,
stomach, buttocks and thighs convulse in rhythm with the muscles lining her core.� Her world dims in comparison to the rapture
as the convulsions become spasms and the spasms become tremors.�

�

He pumps into her faster, his skin slick with sweat, tingling
where they touch.� His loins are bursting
with inexplicable need.� He is near the
summit.� His tongue dances on her skin
within the steadfast cage of his teeth.�
His mouth is filled with the taste of the arousal in her veins.� She suddenly stiffens under him, calling out
his name.� Her body clamps down on him;
her channel tightening until it is making it hard to pump in and out.� She is convulsing and bucking under him.� He feels her core contract hard around him again
and he crests the peak.� He moans into
her shoulder, his tongue making wild looping circles on her skin as his teeth
continue to hold her fast.� He drives
into her one hard and final time and is paralyzed by ecstasy as the liquid heat
of her channel milks his essence from him, squeezing all he has to give.�� His pleasure lasts for moments that feel
like forever.� His world stops.� Utter contentment fills him as his limbs move
from paralysis to bonelessness.

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�

The fog, the misty haze of the mating frenzy that he has
been entrapped in begins to lift.� His
awareness begins to return.� He is back
on earth.� His body is spent and
complete.� His mate is beneath him.� His eyes snap open in horror.� He instantly releases the flesh of her neck
that has been trapped by his teeth.� He
lifts his head to look at the angry red mark.�
Dashes of broken skin surround the red oval where his teeth have penetrated
her tender flesh, marking her for life.

�

"Cerise, Hermione," He whispers.� "I'm so sorry."� He moves to withdraw from her, his face a
mask of remorse and concern.� She wraps
her legs tight around his hips to stop his withdrawal.

�

"Don't.� Please
don't go."

He dips his head down uncertainly.� His lips touch hers in a reverent kiss.� Her lips are swollen and bruised, but she
responds readily.� His slow kisses are filled
with tenderness and apology.

When the kiss ends he attempts to withdraw from her
again.� This time Hermione lets him,
shuddering slightly at the chill of loosing the warmth of his intimate contact.

�

Stilling his movements, he props himself up on his elbows to
frown down at her.� His eyes have
returned to their normal clear silvery hue.�
The anguished regret in his eyes speaks volumes without him uttering a
word.� She smiles up at him reassuringly,
cupping his cheek in her hand.�

�

He smiles a sad gentle smile back at her in return.� "I broke through the wards?" �He asks, already knowing the answer.� It�s all a hazy, jumbled memory to him.� The only thing he remembers distinctly is
smelling Hermione.� The overwhelming need
to find his to mate had overtaken him.�

She nods at him in silent confirmation, hating the look she
is reading in his eyes.

'During
initial mating, Veela undergo extreme instinctive impulses, these impulses will
override the veela's normal personality traits until the initial coupling is
accomplished

He had no idea what he did to get to her, or how he had done
so.� What he does remember clearly is
everything that occurred from the time she flung open her bedroom door to admit
him, but nothing before.�

Draco closes his eyes against the memory of how brutal he�d
been with her.� It had been her first
time and it had been far from gentle.

�I hurt you.�� It is a
statement.� Self loathing is blooming in
his eyes.

�You only did what is natural to a Veela.�� She reassured him.� Her chocolate eyes hold his gaze, reflecting
love and understanding.

He shakes his head with regret.�

�We were supposed to have the healer specialist supervise
the mating, to be sure that I didn�t become too violent.� At least they could have hexed me to protect
you.� I never wanted you to be in
danger.�

�I wasn�t in any danger Draco.� I was, I am, with you.� Your love for me wouldn�t let you harm me,
ever, no matter what the circumstance.�

�Actually, I am rather glad it happened this way.�� She gave him a shy grin.� �I can�t say I was thrilled about the idea of
our first time together being in a hospital observation room, while being spied
on by a third party.�

�It was meant to keep me from hurting you, Hermione.�� His thumb caressed the soft skin of her
jaw.� �It would have been too easy for me
to injure you unintentionally.

�That is exactly why I am glad it happened this way.�� She says, reaching up to rub her fingers
through his silky hair.� �I mean, we
couldn�t have planned it better if we tried.�
We�re mate-bonded and I don�t have to worry about the whole supervised
mating thing.� I mean, healer or not, no
matter how many mate-bindings� she�s supervised; it�s creepy to think of someone
lurking behind a door waiting to attack my fianc� with a tranquillizer hex if
the sex gets to rough.�

Draco smiled down at her despite himself.� He grabbed her left hand to kiss her palm,
smiling proudly to see his great-grandmothers platinum and diamond ring on her
fourth finger where he had placed it only a few weeks ago when he�d asked her
to marry him.

�I love you, Hermione.�

�I love you too, Draco�

His lips descended on hers in a kiss that conveyed
everything in his heart.� At length, the
kiss became more demanding, his body skimming against hers tantalizingly.�

Hermione was a bit surprised to hear the growling coo coming
from deep in his chest.� When he lifted
his head to look down at her she was reassured to see the clear silver blue
gaze of the man she would marry in two months.�

A warm need flowed through her body from her mating mark and
Hermione�s nipples tightened instantly into hard stiff peaks.� She grasped his back, squeezing him to her,
arching against him.� �Draco.�� She breathed, her need already overwhelming
her senses.

�Shhh.�� He whispered against her ear, dropping moist
kisses on her neck as he eased lower.� �We�ll
go slowly this time, love.�

Remembering a last significant quote from her research,
Hermione trembled with anticipation.

�After the initial mate-bonding
frenzy, the new couple will typically remain sequestered to mate repeatedly for
up to 48 hours.'
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