Everything But Mine

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Maybe getting drunk wasn’t such a bad idea, Hermione thought as her drunken mind gave her the best lucid dream. It felt so realistic… gorgeous, half-naked Draco on top of her, kissing her…

The dream was too good to stay inactive, so she actively kissed back. It was just a dream, there was no harm in doing this.

The kiss was the most perfect one she’d ever had. Her dream-man’s lips were so soft, she wanted to taste more of him, so she boldly licked his lips with her tongue. A loud sigh escaped him, and she took the chance to slide her tongue into his mouth. He tasted like some kind of expensive drink, but it made him more delicious.

Moaning a little she decided to take more control over her interactive dream and rolled them both over so she was on top. Her dream man was perfect, because in real life she couldn’t have Draco, but in her dream she could kiss him as she pleased.

She loves his soft, pale skin. Hugging him simply wasn’t enough for Hermione these days, as her mind had more and more become filled with lustful ideas.

She kissed down the column of his neck, and then gently littered butterfly kisses over his shoulders. He was so gorgeous to her. But this was the closest she’d ever get to him. In dreams only she could kiss him like this and feel his rapid heartbeat.

Draco couldn’t believe his luck still. She was kissing him, enjoying his closeness. Her lips were trailing lower and lower on his stomach, till she reached the waistband of his boxers.

Her little hand gently touched his heated sex, and he moaned loudly. It was too good to be true.

She smiled wickedly and said,’This is such a good dream. I could never do this to the real Draco.’

‘Why?’ he asked, his slightly drunk mind still confused.

‘Because this is a dream, not real. No matter how nice you feel to my touch, it is all in my mind.’

The veela was devastated. The mate didn’t realise all was really happening. Ever so gently, he took her hand away from his aching spot.

‘We need to sleep,’ he said soothingly.

‘Why?’ she pouted, trying to reach back to further her explorations.

‘Because that is the best for us,’ he murmured, pulling her close to his chest.

‘But I thought you were my dream man.’

‘I am, I always will be,’ he whispered and stroked her back gently. Soon she was asleep, her breathing low as she cuddled against him.

Most other veela breeds would’ve jumped at the opportunity to mate. But Draco didn’t because he was a special kind of veela. A Golden Heart veela. He needed her affection and love, then smut. It would be perfect when they both would be ready. Then she’d be very welcome to do anything she’d like to him. with that thought, Draco drifted off to sleep, his arms wrapped tightly around his mate.

Hermione awoke without feeling any kind of hangover. It was strange, as she had drunk more than she’d ever had before. She notices that Draco was cuddled close, partly on top of her with her hands resting on his bum. He did have a very nice one. But it was improper to touch him there, so she slid her hands over his back and rested them on his shoulders. His skin was smooth, the only odd thing she could feel were two bumps, one on each shoulder blade.

It was odd that she didn’t feel so comfortable with Viktor. Viktor seemed to be so overpowering, but Draco was just right. She loved the feel of his skin, the light, clean scent of his shiny hair… and once she looked into his eyes she was captivated every time.

‘Good morning,’ he murmured as he woke. Draco was very happy that he was still next to her and that she didn’t seem to mind his closeness.

‘Morning,’ she said but didn’t dare to look directly into his eyes. She felt like a pervert. He had given her his trust, and what had she done with it yesterday? She had touched him improperly.

‘I’m so sorry for what I did yesterday,’ she said, not daring to look again. He was so gorgeous, like an innocent angel.

‘You didn’t do anything bad,’ he assured her, making sure he gazed at her directly.

‘No buts,’ he said with a smile.’I am sorry I hurt you.’

‘What? You didn’t hurt me at all, I was the one who was the improper one I…’

She didn’t get to stop her sentence as he put a finger on her lips and traced their outline. It was such an innocent thing, but it seemed so… hot to ther , as his body was nearby and the smile he was wearing made her melt.

‘We don’t need to talk about this. I need you, Hermione. I can’t sleep at niht without you. Will you deny me your help?’

‘Draco, please…’ she murmured, all rational thought gone from her mind. Could she tell him that she enjoyed his closeness the way a guardian shouldn’t? That she enjoyed every time she touched him, wishing that she could do more?

‘We should go to get some breakfast,’ she said, finally gaining some momentum. ‘We can’t stay in bed all day.’

Draco obediently moved away from her, letting her get up. He wanted to stay in bed longer, but he didn’t want to dare to ask her. He ached for a kiss, but knew it was too soon. In moments like this he wished that he’d been the other kind of veela, the one who seduces the mate right away. But the veela couldn’t bear the thought of having mindless hormone and pheromone induced sex.

Covertly staring, if he was even covert, he watched her get out of bed, stretch her limbs in a nice, fluid motion, reminding him of a cat, and putting on a fluffy robe.

His dirty mind wished that she’d rather undress here, but it was just wishful thinking. Once she entered her bathroom, he went back to his rooms to get ready for the day. He would not look pathetic. Krum was just a muscle packed oaf. Draco knew that his mate also wanted intellectual stimulation, and that he could give her, besides all other pleasures.

Hermione felt underdressed when Draco entered the breakfast parlour. He was wearing tailored black slacks and a sky blue button up shirt, it was casual, but to her, he looked like he’d just stepped out of a model directory. She looked down at her colourful muumuu, which she has only accessorised with an old belt. Her hair was put up in a messy bun as the drying charm hadn’t worked too well in the hurry to clear her thoughts. But compared to Draco’s perfect hairstyle she seemed like a hag. The fact that the seating was just around a small table where both their chairs were next to each other didn’t help.

Every time they reached for something, their hands would brush against each other. When he’d lean in to grab something from the table, she’d be overwhelmed by the enticing scent of his cologne. She wished to bury her nose in his shoulder and breathe him in, but oh how improper it would be!

‘We should spend time together today. As we mostly communicate in meals and in Severus’ classes, maybe we could do something different,’ she rambled.

‘What would you like to do?’ Draco asked, his brilliant smile melting her gain. She was glad she was seated or else she might’ve gotten weak knees.

‘Well, you could show me the gardens… or we could go flying. Harry said you’re a good Quidditch player so I wondering…’
‘You want to go flying with me?’ Draco’s voice didn’t hide his elation. Would she really want to go flying with him? He was good at it, that he knew. Unlike most people had thought, he actually got into his House’s Quidditch team via fair try-outs. His father had been so elated that the team was treated to new brooms. It had been his talent, not the money which had gotten him there. Maybe he could finally prove it to his mate.

The morning had been so good, and it was going to be a brilliant day. She was so perfect, sitting here in her huge dress and messy locks, but ever so beautiful. And now he might be able to be closer to her and show her his good side.

‘Yes, I’d like to try at least. Even though I am such a chicken about flying. But a witch should be able to use a broom so maybe you’d have patience with me?’ she smiled coyly.

‘Anything you’d want me to do, I’ll do for you, Hermione. And teaching you to fly would be an honour!’

She didn’t get to reply as a regal owl swooped into the room and held out a missive to Draco. He tore through the expensive parchment envelope and quickly read the content.

‘Circe’s pigs!’ Draco cursed, his annoyance apparent.

‘What happened?’ Hermione asked wondering if the letter contained some bad news.

‘I always screw up,’ he slumped in his seat,’ you wanted to spend the day with me but now I must go and attend an urgent meeting as it has to do with millions of Galleons…’

‘It’s not your fault,’ she patted his shoulders gently,’ you are a smart wizard who has a lot of companies to supervise. I can understand that urgent meetings come up.’

She was actually glad he had to leave. Otherwise she might’ve doe the unthinkable and kissed him. It would’ve been a full blown disaster, so she was glad it was avoided.

‘I bet you’re mad at me because I ruined your plan for the day,’ he said sadly, trying not to sound too sulky.

‘You didn’t ruin anything,’ she answered, taking her hand away from his shoulder,’it is important to me that you re-integrate into working life as then it’d be eas for you to adjust to non-parole freedom.’

He wanted to scream that all what mattered to him was his mate, not the companies. He didn’t care what happened to them if his mate was disappointed.

‘I’ll go to the meeting then,’ he whispered, getting up from the seat,’ but I will be back as soon as I can. I’ll make it up to you!’

‘You don’t have to.’
‘But I need to.’ He gave her a last smile before leaving the room. Hermione let out a breath she’d been holding for so long. Draco was so sweet. She could really imagine herself living with him.

Now that was a silly thought, Hermione chastised herself. She only had to spend a year here. It was easy to get used to the splendour and lazy life at the Manor. Wearing thousand Galleon dresses and seeing a handsome man every day when waking up was a dream-world.

Real life was way different. Her job was often frustrating with few successes. Most inmates were angry, unchangeable and terrible to work with. Walden and Draco had been the only exceptions.

Hermione didn’t feel hungry anymore so she decided to take a stroll in the gardens. Surely , it would’ve been better if Draco had been there and shown her around the gardens and explaining her the history of the sculptures along the path ways.

As she had gotten tired from the long walk she decided to rest for a moment in a pavilion with a in inviting hammock. Just a few moments, to help her put her mind at ease.

The very moment she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with illicit images of Draco. She imagined herself kissing him, gently, teasingly then passionately. He moaned under her touch and let her hands wander to his heated spot…

The meeting had been exhausting for Draco, so the first thing he did was go and find his mate. His magic led him to her; he didn’t even need to find a house elf for directions.

When he saw her napping in the hammock he stopped in his tracks. His heart sped up and his breathing hitched as he saw her there. She was asleep, but moaning his name. She had hiked up her dress and her hand had slipped into her frilly knickers.

The veela growled in delight. He had read that the mates were affected by the veela’s presence, especially sexually. Seeing his pure, innocent Angel give herself pleasure was his undoing. He run closer to her and kneeled at the hammock, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal.

It took hold of all his senses; he was lost in an euphoric feeling of the heady drug of being close to mating. His actions were all foggy, he didn’t know what was happening, but he didn’t care as he was focused on his mate.

‘Draco, what are you doing here?’ Hermione asked as she awoke from her erotic dream. Draco was smuggled close to her and she didn’t know how this had happened.

Why were her knickers on the pavilion floor?

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