Everything But Mine

Here’s another chapter from the veela muse for you, my loves! I hope you will like it and leave a review for the veela to squeal about!

‘Mistress, the Master is having a duel in the entrance hall!’ a nervous house elf’s squeal made Hermione drop a huge blot of ink on the letter she was writing to Viktor and run from the room to the entrance hall.

‘Hermione, get back to safety!’ Draco commanded, still holding his wand at Macnair’s throat.

‘Draco, put the wand down.’

‘I won’t, he’s dangerous, and he’s a Death Eater!’

Knowing that Draco was more likely to hex first and ask later, Hermione disarmed Draco with a nonverbal spell.

‘Walden is not dangerous; he is one of the people I rehabilitated from Azkaban.’ Hermione said in a calm voice, trying to predict Draco’s further reactions.

‘I guess I shall go to the drawing room and wait for you, Hermione,’ Walden spoke up, walking past Draco and Hermione.

As soon as Macnair disappeared, Draco run to her and enveloped Hermione in a hug.

‘All I wanted was to protect you. Please don’t be angry with me,’ he murmured nuzzling her neck.

‘Don’t worry about it. Nothing bad happened.’ Hermione reassured the trembling man in her arms, hugging him tighter. ‘And I wasn’t mad at you.’

‘Promise?’ Draco asked looking at her with the most heat melting puppy-eyes look.

‘Yes, why should I be mad at you? There’s no reason… I know you don’t like Macnair very much and it’s ok, you don’t have to talk to him.’

‘But what if he hurts you?’ Draco asked, still holding her close. His veela self had been so upset in the face of danger. If he hadn’t controlled it, Macnair would be now lying on the floor in a bloody heap. He knew that his mate wouldn’t approve such violent behaviour, so he had to behave but it was so difficult to curb his creature instincts. He had pledged to himself that for her sake, he would remain more human than creature, as he wanted her to love him for what he was as a person and not just take pity in him as he was a veela.

‘He won’t but if you’re still concerned, I have undergone intensive fight training so there’s really nothing to worry about,’ she explained and untangled herself from the hug. Once again there was that odd, tingly feeling when she was close to Draco.
Most likely, it was due to the fact that both of them were magical people so their magical signatures brushed, and that caused a little bit of static as they were so close. Everything had a logical explanation.

‘Okay, I guess I’ll go and look through the accounting reports for the companies, but if you need me, just let an elf know and I’ll be there in a second.’

It hurt Draco that she had broken the embrace,, but he had to cope with it. The veela could want to hold the mate all day long and coo words of love to her, but he knew that his wonderful angel wasn’t yet ready for that. Scaring her away would break his heart.

‘And if you need me, just send a message, alright? I’ll go and see what Walden wants…’ she left the stairs

Maybe it was good that she had someone else to talk to today, as otherwise her thoughts were filled with Draco’s image.

‘I’m sorry I caused such ruckus with my arrival, ‘ Macnair said apologetically.

‘It would’ve been better if you had owled before arriving, as Draco is still very cautious as he’s been let on parole just a few days ago.’

‘The little Malfoy always struck me as the emotional kind, but what can I say, I’m a Hufflepuff at soul.’

Hermione laughed at the comment. Macnair’s rehabilitation was surprising. It turned out that his mother, Irmegarde had been feeding him a potion which acted like liquid Imperio ever since he was twelve, as Walden had shown too many meek tendencies in his younger years. It was that under the potion he committed to Voldemort, as his mother was too cowardly to join herself, so she worked her dark deals through her son.

Without the influence of the mind-altering substance, Walden Macnair, was gentle like a puppy despite his tall and imposing build. During the many counselling sessions with Hermione had revealed how he had felt before the potion and how under the influence of the substance he acted like a thoughtless Inferi.

‘So how’s work going?’ Hermione asked, taking a sip from the tea she had ordered from the house elf.

‘I know I’m starting at the lowest position in the department, but it’s still good. My daily tasks are such as de-gnoming and clearing pixie infestations, but it is a start and so much better than Azkaban.’

‘I’m sure that you soon will be promoted if you continue to work well’

‘I cannot thank you enough, Hermione, without you I’d be rotting in Azkaban. I have been looking around for cats similar to the familiar you had, but so far I haven’t found one, but as soon as I’ll find one you’ll have it.’

‘Aw, you don’t need to do it for me. I know I miss Crooks, but…’

‘It’s the least I can do to express my gratitude.’

All the time during Hermione’s and Macnair’s conversation, Draco was watching and listening to them through the one way mirror which was located over the drawing room’s fireplace.

He wished that Hermione would pay so much attention to him, and not some of her ex-convicts. Gods, he was so jealous of anyone who would get his mates attention. Yes, it was all due to the veela’s hormones as he needed to feel her close and convince her to mate with him, but being in her proximity helped to fight the veela madness. If only she’d realise that they were destined for each other…

Maybe he would be able to show her that he was worthy of her attentions with the help of Severus. But where the hell was Severus?

Just as Draco was considering flooing Severus to check the time of his impending visit, the drawing room’s door was opened and Severus Snape strode in confidently. Macnair visibly blanched at the sight of his former death eater colleague.

‘Snape? What you’re doing here?’ Macnair asked, controlling his voice so the stammering would be disguised.

‘I have come to visit Draco and Miss Granger, I believe they had been expecting me already,’ Snape said in a tone which didn’t allow any further comments.

‘I shall be going, then. I will owl you, Hermione,’ Macnair excused himself and retreated from the drawing room. He had never liked Snape, so he was avoiding spending any extra second in the company of the dour man.


‘I excuse myself for the late arrival, but the potion I was brewing had a complication so I had to stay longer,’ Snape explained casually, trying to asses the young woman’s thoughts by observing her reactions.

‘It’s not a problem, sir. It will be good for Draco to talk to someone he trusts.’

‘I’m here to talk to you both, actually,’ Severus replied, taking a seat in the chair previously occupied by Macnair.

‘Sorry that I didn’t greet you at the door, Godfather,’ Draco apologised as he entered the room and decided to sit on the settee next to Hermione.

Of course, Draco trusted Severus, but… Severus was still a man and thus, could eventually take a liking to his mate. After all, Draco knew that his mate was exquisite. Smart and pretty. Maybe she just hadn’t realised yet just how gorgeous she was, but that wouldn’t stop some one else from noticing her.

To calm down his jealous veela, he put an arm around her shoulders cautiously, wondering whether she’d allow such a possessive gesture from him. When she didn’t reprimand him or shrug his arm away, Draco’s veela side was in seventh heaven again.

‘I’m not here to waste time or exchange pointless pleasantries,’ Snape said sternly, ’I’ve become bored of running my own lab so I have decided to try something new and take on an apprentice, however the world is filled with dunderheads…’

‘Do you have any candidates, Professor?’ Hermione asked excitedly. No matter his shortcomings, Severus Snape was one of the most acclaimed Potions Masters in Europe and thus far he hadn’t taken any apprentices, so the one who got the exclusive position would certainly get to know a vast amount of knowledge.

‘In fact, I do. I have decided on two people as both show a lot of talent,’ Snape declared dramatically.

‘And who is it?’ Draco asked, playing along with Snape’s Slytherin tactic. Of course, the Apprentice thing was slap-bang obvious, but the covert reasoning behind it was just brilliant. The apprenticeship would make Hermione spend a lot of time at the lab and thus she’d have less time to schmooze with the oaf Krum.

‘It’s you, Draco and Miss Granger, if you’re both willing, that is?’

‘I would be delighted to be your apprentice, sir!’ Hermione exclaimed, not expecting to receive such an offer.

‘And what about you, Draco?’

‘I would be just as delighted as Hermione to accept your offer, Severus,’ Draco replied lazily.

‘Wonderfu. Let’s not waste time then. Have you looked at the Manor’s potion’s lab yet, Draco?’ Severus knew that his plan would benefit Draco’s attempts at wooing his mate. It seemed that the Granger girl was right for Draco not only on the baser creature level. She was smart, pretty and was always striving for the best in everything. She was just what Draco needed to become the wizard he could be. However, Severus was not attracted to her in that way, it wasn’t because he fearted the veela’s rage. No, Severus Snape was in a relationship with acertain green-eyed young man, not that he would divulge that information voluntarily,but if Draco ever got hostile towards him, it certainly would help.

‘No, I haven’t but I think we all should go and have a look at the state the laboratory wing is in.’

With that they all went to the lab, Hermione’s twittering filling the hallways as they moved to the wing. Draco was very happy now, as she was happy as well, it filled his heart with joy he had not known before.

The potion Severus had them brew was an advanced invigorating one, but Draco and Hermione worked very well as a pair so there were no problems and Severus was truly surprised by the good result they both were showing.


‘I guess I’ll go and have a shower now, I feel a bit hot after all the brewing, ‘ Hermione said as they had finished tidying up the lab after their session.

‘Would you like to go for a swim? There’s an indoor and outdoor pool here so have your pick?’ Draco offered, hopeful that she’d like to spend some more time with him.

‘I’d like a swim in the outdoor pool then… it seems like a rather hot day outside. Can you pick me up in my room after about fifteen minutes?’ Hermione asked, happy that Draco’s socialising skills were improving. It was nice to be around the ‘new’ Draco.

He smiled in response to her and tried to hide his giddiness. His mate wanted to spend time with him! Willingly at that! Things were really looking up for courting her.

Draco was still self conscious when he inspected himself in the floor-length mirror. His body had not yet recovered fully, he was still pale and skinny. Well, at least his hip bones weren’t jutting out, he consoled himself. And his hair looked better too, not to mention his face did look a bit healthier as before.

His heart almost stopped when he saw her in the black bikini she was wearing. She was just perfect, he wanted to kiss her, touch her peachy skin, make love to her… but he couldn’t do that now, so gathering his bravery, he led her to the pool area.

With every new spot she discovered in the Manor, Hermione was more and more in love with the spacious walls of his ancestral home. The outdoor pool was set in a shady garden area, the pool’s azure water glittering like a gem in the rays of the rarely hot British sun.

She had studied Draco’s form stealthily. Yes, he was a tad skinny, but he would soon get back to his stronger form, which surely would be gorgeous.

‘Maybe you should apply a bit of sun block?’ Draco’s question took her out of her contemplation and she took the bottle he offered her.
The sun block was something like a gooey oil and she seemed to create more of a mess with it then actually apply it.

‘May I apply it for you?’ Draco asked, letting his veela do what it wanted for once.

‘Yes please,’ Hermione answered, lying back on the lounge chair on her stomach to allow Draco access to her back.

‘This is a kind I’ve been always using. Its consistence is a bit tricky, but once you get the trick, it works wonderful, ‘he explained whilst slowly gliding his hands over her back, massaging in the oily substance. Yes, this was veela heaven here.

‘You’re really good with your hands,’ Hermione hummed appreciatively, as his massage skills were really amazing.

‘Thank you,’ Draco blushed and shut up to keep himself from blurting something stupid.

His self-control had remained perfectly gentlemanly all the time when they were at the pool. They were talking and laughing and it seemed that she was becoming more and more at ease with him. And her lingering gaze on his body sparked hope that she wasn’t totally abhorred by his looks. Maybe in near future they would do more than just laugh and talk…maybe he would be allowed to untie that knot of the halter of her top and bare her gorgeous forms… both of them entwined in a primal dance of passion…

Having her so close yet out of reach was sweet torture. On the one hand, hwe wanted to spend time with her and get to know her as a personality, but his veela urges were demanding he take what he deserved and longed for.

That was the reason why he had been standing in her bedroom and watching her sleep for hours. She was so beautiful when sleeping, a true angel from above, and he could no longer keep himself away from her.

Maybe, she wouldn’t be angry about what he was going to do now, he thought as he took the final step to get close to her bed.

A/N: What oh what is Draco going to do now? I’m looking forward to your ideas…can be as wild as you want!