Complications

"Hermione?"

She looked up to see silver eyes, "Huh? Sorry, I wasn't paying...attention... This is a dream, isn't it? You're not actually Draco."

The veela answered simply, "I am neither the full nor the conscious Draco Malfoy, but I am a strong part of him."

"Indeed, stronger than you're generally supposed to be," Hermione retorted. "Why do I know it's a dream this time?"

"Because I wanted to contact you directly," he flashed some fang.

"Fangs..." Hermione murmured to herself. "They're important, aren't they? Books hardly tell me anything about the actual bonding, but fangs are necessary, right?"

"That's right, my mate," the veela purred. "Fangs are very important."

"Then you're going to bite me." It wasn't a question. "Will it hurt?"

"A bit, but it's necessary. You know I'll never actually hurt you."

"Ah."

The scene shifted and they ended up on the common room sofa, one of his arms around her, her head leaning against his chest. They stayed like that for a few minutes in silence except for the veela's light purring.

"So you're actually going to let me sleep this time?"

The veela nuzzled her affectionately, "This hurried courtship is wearing you thin. You need some good sleep. I really do care about you, Hermione, more than you know. In any case, you need to be well rested for the bonding."

"I'm afraid of it, you know," Hermione confessed.

The veela maneuvered her to lie on the couch with her head in his lap and began stroking her hair, "I know. You're just going to have to trust me. Don't worry," he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "you'll enjoy it."

Hermione sat up suddenly, "But what if I don't enjoy being mated? What if you don't enjoy being mated to me? What is something...happens?"

He pulled her back down and pressed his lips softly against hers. "Trust me. There's a reason fate paired us together. And you shouldn't be worrying about that right now, rest."

He continued stroking her hair and Hermione obeyed with a sigh, relaxing against him and closing her eyes.

A few hours later she 'awoke' to a kiss pressed against her forehead. "I have to go, Draco's going to wake up soon. Try to sleep in. Things are probably going to be hectic today. Trust me. I love you."

Hermione woke up a while later, slowly, peacefully. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, remembering the dream.

He said that he wasn't the complete Draco, but he was the veela side. Draco had all those feelings too, even if they had lain dormant until recently. Hermione thought that she actually fall in love with that side of him.

But... This was all so confusing. She didn't want to bond yet, she wanted to have some more time as a normal girl in school. Who was she kidding, she was already far past 'normal'. She hadn't been normal since the day Draco Malfoy turned seventeen.

But could she really give up? Just give up rebelling against the veela that was out to win her? No. No. She couldn't.

But she'd end up giving in eventually. But that didn't mean that she should just roll over. And Draco was a recovering prat pureblood in addition to being the veela from her dreams, exactly how much could she actually trust him?

Her brain hurt. At least she'd gotten a decent amount of rest for once, even if she was still emotionally wrung out.

She heard a knock on the door. Without giving her time to respond, the door opened and Draco strode in with a plate of french toast and a mug of hot chocolate. With out preamble, he placed the mug in her hands and the plate on her lap. With a flick of his wand, the pillows adjusted themselves to prop her up so as to ease eating. Breakfast in bed. Cute.

"I noticed that you weren't at breakfast. Skipping meals isn't healthy." Lie, he had actually very nearly missed breakfast waiting for her to get up.

Hermione had actually already noted that she was quite hungry, and had been stalling in getting up to do something about it. "Thank you, Draco."

Draco blinked at her, "You're welcome."

He then proceeded to sprawl on the bed next to her and pull her over to lean on his shoulder. He watched her eating in silence for a while, absently breathing in that ginger-and-vanilla scent that he'd grown so dependent on over the last few days. But no matter how close he got to her, how much he took in of that scent, it wasn't enough. It couldn't be.

But she knew that things were hard for both of them and she was feeling a hefty dose of bonding instincts too. So he was just going to...wait for her.

She finished her french toast and set the plate down on her duvet-covered knees, leaning her head back against him.

"Hermione, are you planning on going to class today?"

"Yes. I simply can't keep skipping like this. I'm supposed to be Head Girl of Hogwarts."

"Do me a favor?"

"What is it?"

"Please be careful about letting people touch you? You know that I'm not necessarily going too be able to think about it rationally if I smell someone on you. I mean, the Weaslette and your other female friends are fine, and I guess Potter and Weasley, but... Be careful?" He rubbed his cheek against the side if her head.

Hermione was somewhat surprised. What with...everything...she hadn't given much thought to other people. She'd spent much of her time since arriving at Hogwarts agonizing over Draco or throwing herself at her studies to avoid agonizing over Draco. And anyway, who on earth would she be hanging out with besides...her friends?

"Alright, I'll be careful," she said, pushing it the back of her mind.

Her thought processes stopped as Draco turned her head to the side and covered her lips with his own. The kiss was brief and soft and sweet, and reminded her most acutely of the veela Draco from her dream. A gentle veela kiss.

"You'd better get dressed then, twenty minutes till first classes. I..." he began to get up, but stopped midway through and slumped against her, "...Don't want to let you go." He re-buried his nose in her hair and wrapped his arms around her.

"Ah, Draco? You need to let go of me. I need to get ready for class, you said so yourself."

His arms tightened, "But I really, really don't want to."

Even so, he pulled back with a resigned sigh, grabbed her empty plate, and strode moodily out of her room, closing the door behind him.

And Hermione had to catch herself from grabbing on to him to keep him from leaving.

The entire thing made her wary. They were nearing the breaking point and she was terrified, but damn she wanted it. Didn't she? Was it just the hormones?

No time to continue thinking in circles, she had to get ready for class!

But questions about Draco continued to plague her throughout the day. She welcomed any distraction, happily filling Ginny in on what had been going on in the Head dorm, and listening eagerly to what was happening in Gryffindor Tower. Ginny also helped her convince Harry and Ron that nothing was wrong besides a simple twenty-four hour cold the previous day.

At lunch she actually found herself avoiding Draco. After all, the fact that they didn't hate each other was still a secret from the rest of the students. Putting up that facade would have been difficult at that point.

And then came Potions. She was dreading it, she'd considered skipping. But no, she was already somewhat behind in classes from all the skipping before. She had to go. She'd just ignore him and hope that he did the same.

For once he'd arrived at Potions before she did. When she entered the room she saw him stooped over their desk with pen, parchment and ink. He was--and she had to look twice to believe it--doodling.

She took her seat on his left and turned away from him, pulling out her text, pen, and parchment. She arranged them on her side of the desk the way she usually did and waited for Snape to start the class.

"Hermione?"

She turned so fast that her hand caught her pen, sending it flying to the floor. A dark-haired boy in a Slytherin uniform had addressed her. She vaguely remembered that his name was Blaise Zabini and he sat in the next desk over. She was surprised that he had called her by her given name.

She stooped in her seat to grab her pen, to find that he had done the same. His fingers brushed over hers.

Then Draco's warning came flooding back. She retrieved her pen and set it on her desk, hoping that the white-haired veela hadn't noticed.

"Yes, Zabini?" Hermione answered, trying to keep her tone clipped and polite.

"Are you feeling well? You've missed several classes lately and I've noticed that you've been looking pale." The Italian actually reached over and pressed his hand to her forehead to check for fever.

Hermione pulled back sharply, half because of Draco's warning, half out of natural impulse. That touch felt wrong.

"I'm quite well, thank you." Hermione turned back to her desk, hoping he'd get the hint.

That wrong touch slid across her cheek, making her shudder in revulsion. "So pale... Such starkness doesn't suit you, you deserve more warmth--"

"Mine!"

Draco stood with a clatter of chairs, pulling Hermione up and behind him, one arm firmly around her waist. His eyes flared in fury and his fangs were at full extension. His hair nearly crackled with pure veela protective energy.

There were gasps throughout the room and Blaise Zabini backed away. "What the hell?!"

But Hermione was focused only on the enraged veela. "Draco! Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco..." she tried to garner his attention.

And so Professor Snape entered. "What on earth-- Miss Granger, please escort Mr. Malfoy to the infirmary. Apparently he isn't feeling well."

"...I'm right here and I'm not hurt, see? Draco, I love you..."

That got a response, both from Draco and the rest of the class. He turned to her and crushed her lips in a desperate kiss.

She kissed back fervently and began trying to lead him out of the room. He threw a growl over his shoulder at Zabini, but allowed himself to be led. As soon as they were out, Snape shut the door behind them and started his lesson, even though no one was attending,

Draco scooped Hermione up in his arms and began carrying her to the Head Dorm. Hermione just relaxed against him.

He muttered the password and entered the common room. He deposited Hermione on the couch and began pacing.

"Hermione, I... I can't control myself. Why did you let him touch you?? Thanks for not letting me actually injure him, I wanted to so badly...hell, I still want to. Gods, I need you so much, Hermione. I just...I..."

Hermione was shaking, "But it's...it's too soon! I'm scared..."

"Stop denying me, Hermione!"

For a moment time seemed to stop. To deny him...couldn't... He was...her...mate.

Then it all overflowed.

She threw herself at his chest with a sob. He barely caught her, but it wouldn't have much mattered with the way she was clinging. "Take me, Draco. Just...take me. I need you."

"Yes..."

The moment she had given her acquiescence, he shifted. His fangs lengthened, his eyes glowed, and a deep purr started in his throat. Hermione could tell immediately that he was laced with the pure veela.

He carried her into his room and placed her on the bed, pausing only to tear off his shirt before joining her. He kissed her hungrily, pulling a response from her with lips, tongue and fang.

Releasing her lips, he turned his attention to her neck. With nibbles, licks, and sucks he coaxed a low moan from her.

"Unh,,,Draco, I don't know..."

He put a finger over her lips, "Trust me. I'm the veela here, just relax."

Hermione found that it's hard to relax when a veela was unbuttoning her blouse, his every touch sending warm sparks across her skin. Before she knew it, her shirt and bra had been haphazardly tossed to the floor, leaving her chest open to his inspection. It occurred to her that she should probably be embarrassed, but she was too far gone at that point. Especially when his hot mouth descended on one of her dusky nipples.

He pinned her to the bed, holding her down by her wrists, and just laved. She gasped and arched against his mouth. She'd never felt anything like this before and it was causing reactions inside her that she didn't know were possible.

"Draco, I..."

"Shush," he bid her, slipping a finger under the waistband of her skirt. Shoes, socks, skirt, and panties soon followed the blouse and bra.

Then he began touching. He stroked down her side, memorizing the contours of her waist, the roundness of her hips. He traced down her thigh to her knee, stroking, petting, with a mix of licks and nips.

It felt good, but it wasn't enough. "Draco..."

"What is it, Hermione?" he nibbled her waist lightly, his fangs grazing her sensitized flesh.

"Touch me."

He chuckled, "I am touching you."

"Touch me...there."

He came up to nibble her ear lobe and whisper, "Then spread your legs."

If that's what the veela wanted, then that was what Hermione was going to give him. She spread her legs.

He gave her neck an approving lick and turned to the apex of her thighs. He parted her slick folds and ran his tongue from her opening to her clit. Hermione squeaked.

He began to press a finger inside her and Hermione stiffened at the foreign sensation. "Relax," he ordered and sucked on her pearl. Hermione hips bucked.

He began to pump his finger inside her. She was virginal and tight. He added a finger and she hissed at the stretch, her hips bucking back from his hand.

"Draco, it..."

"Shush." He used one hand to hold her hips still and licked her clit as she became used to the intrusion. Then he began to pump again and Hermione gasped. He just kept doing it.

Hermione's breathing quickened and she threw back her head, savoring each sensation the veela was pulling from her body until...

"Draco, I...it's--"

"Just let it happen." He gave her clit a final lick.

Hermione came with a cry. Waves of pleasure flowed through her, echoing through her body in the aftershocks.

When she was next capable of thought, Draco had removed his pants and was claiming her lips in a soft kiss that grew in intensity. He purred his pleasure at her submission to his ownership.

"Hermione, I need to claim you. I need to be inside you now."

She nodded, the finality of what they were doing striking her again.

He positioned himself at her entrance and began to push inside her. She bit her lip as he stretched her, and he began nuzzling her neck as he sank into her. He reached her hymen and paused. Then, with a smooth motion he pressed on, breaking it and sheathing himself within her.

A cross between a squeak and a whimper came from her. Draco continued to nuzzle her neck to comfort her, but honestly he was just so happy to finally be inside her. It was a weight off his shoulders and he had to refrain from whooping his joy.

He began to move. Hermione gasped and he was afraid that he might have hurt her, until he got a look at her face. "Love you, Hermione," he said before he lost the capability of putting words together. She felt so wonderfully, amazingly perfect.

Her answer was to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. She broke off quickly, gasping as he sped up.

He could soon feel himself getting close. He found a spot on her neck and just as he felt himself near crisis, his bit down, hard. Breaking skin, drawing blood, marking her as his own, and completing the bond.

Hermione screamed as the waves of her climax crashed over her, obliterating all thought besides the love of the veela that was lapping at the mark on her neck. She fell unconscious with a sigh and Draco soon followed her.


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That was actually really hard to write. Do you know that this is the first lemon I've written that isn't tentacles? Second lemon in total. Wow, I'm weird.

But yes, this was very hard to write. I had to restart 'that scene' a couple of times before it stopped being thoroughly bad. Spent hours working on it. Still not satisfied with it. What do you guys think? Should I scrap this version of the scene and start again?

Many of you seem bummed that I'm finishing this story. Do you guys think that I'm going to stop writing now? Bwahahah. Next up, a BZ/DM/HG veela story. This one's gonna be steamier than Complications, the first chapter is half done. I think I'm going to post it in the Draco/Hermione section, since I've seen people do it before and it applies. I think that Blaise/Draco/Hermione should have its own section, but... *shrugs*

So this story will have one more chapter to finish everything up, then that's it, and I'll switch my focus fully to Legalities, the new story.

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