Everything But Mine

Here is the long-awaited update! I hope you like it! It has a little bit of lime in it, so be warned! This is for you, werewolfhime!

Chapter 17

Draco knew that he was in a lot of trouble now. He should’ve not let the veela reign even for a minute. It had been delicious to watch her, but the veela hadn’t been satisfied by only that, and soon he had been frantically kissing her. She was so gorgeously pliant in her passion, and he had almost come undone when she had boldly guided his hand to her overheated sex.

His gorgeous mate had moaned so beautifully, urging him to keep on touching her. How could he say no to her? Sure, she was in a sleepy dream state, but the veela didn’t care because the mate was moaning his name all the time.

Seeing her come undone in pleasure was the greatest gift he’d ever received. His beautiful woman was calling out his name in the throes of her passion. What more could he wish for.

After her mind-shattering orgasm she had immediately fallen asleep, but that was fine with him. He had silently cleaned them and righted her clothes, but he had obviously forgotten that she had shed her knickers in her passion-induced frenzy.

‘My meeting had finished and I went to look for you,’ Draco said in his calmest voice. He let the veela magic reach out to her to calm her. She shouldn’t be embarrassed about being sexual for him. It was right, because no one else would love her like he did.

‘And so I found you asleep here and you looked too gorgeous in your sleep so I couldn’t dare to wake you, so I just crawled and lay next to you. I wanted to be there when you woke.’

Hermione smiled as her mind felt calm and content. There was nothing to worry about. Staring at Draco’s gorgeous eyes she lost all other thought.

‘Are we going to fly today or not?’ he asked, brushing away a wayward strand from her eyes. ‘If you feel too tired to do so I will be happy just to sit with you in silence.’

‘I think we should do something fun. But aren’t you tired from your meeting?’ Hermione asked, slowly moving her hand away from its resting position on Draco’s perfect arse. She hoped he hadn’t noticed her hand’s illicit wanderings. It was a pity that she had to move her hand away from his taut backside. She was too tempted to give him a squeeze before she would put her hand away, but it would be too deviant.

‘I’m not tired from the meeting. Not at all. Just sitting and talking isn’t tiring. And I do need some exercise,’ he mused.

‘But meetings are usually stressful and you are gorgeous already, stop kidding.’

‘Alright, you convinced me,’ he laughed. ‘When should we go?’
Dusk was already colouring the sky, but Draco didn’t mind the time. He could rest there with her all night long, if she so wanted. It felt good to know that she was comfortable with him close, even if she didn’t know what they had done just a couple of hours ago.

‘What about now? I think I’ve had my rest,’ she said and smiled, looking away from him. He looked so sexy with his dishevelled hair and sleepy eyes. The fact that she could feel the heat of his body through the thin formal shirt he was wearing didn’t help. Draco was so unpretentious, yet so incredibly masculine.

It was unpleasant to do so, but she managed to disentangle herself and half-way elegantly land on her feet. He didn’t need a lot of time to stand right next to her. She didn’t protest when he slid an arm around her shoulder. It was a friendly gesture, so she couldn’t shrug him off. Not that she wanted to.

‘I got us a change of clothes for flying. I know you’re not too fond of Quidditch gear so I thought a set of Muggle clothes would make you feel at ease,’ Draco said as he slowly led her away from the pavilion, choosing a path opposite the one where her discard knickers were in the way.

‘Draco, you know that you don’t have t do this? Getting me clothes… I am sure I would’ve found something in the closet…’ Hermione protested, letting her gaze drift to the lush gardens and not the inviting peek of Draco’s collarbone as his shirt had a couple of top buttons open.

‘I like giving you little tokens of my appreciation. And the closet self-expands so you won’t ever run out of space.’ The veela wished to tell the mate how much she was loved and cherished, but he knew he couldn’t do it yet. His gorgeous woman had already changed his life from the dark despair of Azkaban to the never-ending happiness of her presence.

‘Draco…’ she wanted to protest again, but he put a finger on her lips gently. ‘You mean so much to me, you can’t even imagine. I know that I am becoming a better person every moment I am with you.’

Hermione didn’t dare to protest to that. In fact, she wished he had kissed her. But Draco wasn’t as dominating and overpowering as Viktor. And that made her attracted to him. The gentle smile, trusting eyes. The way he made her feel special and played all his efforts down to just being nice captivated her.

Worse, she was lusting after him. After his tall, lithe body, the way he felt so good cuddled next to her. She wanted him to kiss her passionately, make her tremble with need and be seduced gently.

Hermione had never been gladder to be back in her room. She had maybe half an hour to quickly change for the flying session. Oddly, she wasn’t afraid of the flying itself, after Harry had assured her that Draco was an excellent flyer and even better instructor. She more feared the fact that she would be close to him again and make herself a fool in front of him.

Would he laugh at her and be the snooty evil boy he was in school? In her heart she knew that this was the new, improved Draco.

There were several shopping bags laid out on her bed. The names emblazoned on the packaging made her gasp as she knew that these were not just any Muggle clothes. The dark blue skinny jeans fit her like a glove, she had to admit, though they seemed to exaggerate the fullness of her hips and bum. Lucky that there was a floating silk top to go with it. It had long bell sleeves, and the asymmetrical print actually made her look good, she thought, happy that the size of her chest was well-concealed.

On the second look, however, she noticed that the fabric was quite see-through. But as the top itself was roomy, that effect was limited. Just to be on the safe side, she threw the long cardigan she also found in the bags over her shoulders. It would keep her warm and comfy.

She was just about to figure what to do about her hair when she heard a knock on her door. She forgot that her hair was still unruly even put into a hairclip, but she needed to see how Draco looked in Muggle clothes.

‘Wow,’ she exclaimed as she saw him. She had never been much awed by male beauty before, but Draco could definitely give all sex symbols a run for their money.

The ripped light blue jeans seemed to be painted on to him, just as the steel grey t shirt seemed to be. All this was relaxed by a black leather bomber jacket, giving him an air of understated ease.

‘Did I wear this right?’ Draco asked with a smirk. He was awd by her beauty as well. He always was, but her appreciation of his looks added to his good mood.

‘More than right! You look gorgeous!’ she said, trying to sound normal. She couldn’t give away too much of her awe. Or else he might find that she want to devour him.

‘You are gorgeous as usual. So my charming lady, do you wish to go fly with me?’

‘Yes!’ Why was Draco so handsome? It was making her job difficult. All the way to the outdoor Quidditch pitch she was keeping herself from touching his arse.

Maybe she needed to go to the Healers and see if she had caught something. She was usually not in lust with a man. Or if she was supposed to be in Lust, she was supposed to be in lust with Viktor. She should want to grab Viktor’s arse. Maybe she should just do it?

‘I have several brooms here. They’re all almost brand new. Would you like to try one?’ Draco offered and stopped her reverie of enjoying the sight of his arse in the tight jeans.

Hermione felt a blush rise in her cheeks and couldn’t muster an answer. Maybe she was slowly developing an arse fetish?

‘All of them have a ten feet safety net around them, so there’s no worry of falling.’

Draco had noticed her glazed over look. His veela senses were purring. His mate was appreciating him in a sexual way. He could feel her desperate hope to conceal her desire. If only she’d know that she was more than welcome to touch him in any way she wanted. She didn’t need Krum for that.

‘Would you like to fly with me then?’ Draco asked, knowing that she was still in her lust-ridden state. He didn’t want it to continue, as he might be too tempted to show her what a veela in heat is really like.

‘Huh?’ She murmured, still gazing somewhere away. Her little pink tongue darted out and she licked her lips. It was too much for the veela. He had been reading her emotions for so long and couldn’t resist anymore.

Without thinking much, he crashed his lips against hers, kissing her roughly and passionately. She was responding in kind, whimpering wonderfully when his tongue danced with hers.

Her hands wandered from messing his hair to slowly roam his back and she finally grabbed his arse and pushed him closer to her. He growled as his jeans-clad erection was brushing against her thigh. The friction was delicious.

However, it seemed that his mate was not satisfied with this alone, ash her deft little hands found the button of his jeans and undid his fly, snaking her hand inside his boxers.

As her little fingers worked their magic over him, Draco was lost in his lust. He couldn’t think of anything but kissing her and being close to her. The veela in him was urging to mate with her now.

Her gentle touches triggered his orgasm and he came all over her hand. The aftermath of the orgasm made Draco realise just what he had done. He collapsed into her arms and whimpered pitifully. It had been so good, and she still was looking at him with a lusty gaze. If only it had been different…

He had used his veela powers to seduce his innocent Hermione. And she had given in. She had touched him with pleasure. But she was under the veela lure. She was not doing her own wish.

Ever so gently, he removed her hand from him, cast cleaning and refreshment charms and used his Veela magic again. To make her forget this moment so she believes that any recollection of it is a dream.

Hermione blinked several times, and then smiled at Draco. Gods, if he had known just what her dirty mind had pictured now! While he was polishing the broom, she had imagined that she was kissing him and touching him most inappropriately. She could still remember it all, as if it had been real. How his tongue was moving against hers, how her hand had cupped his arse and then drifted to his front and touched his hot and hard flesh…

‘Tell me when you’re ready to fly.’ She said trying to stay nonchalant. He needn’t get a hint of her real thoughts.

‘Anytime, just let me know,’ Draco answered, observing her reactions. She was still flustered, but the good thing was that she was imagining it all as a dream.

‘Then there’s no better time than now!’ she said far too cheerfully. She had to get the dirty thoughts out of her mind. Fear of flying would be a good medicine for that.

Hermione watched the broom as Draco let it hover besides her. It should be simple, just mount it and fly. But she was unsure. With trembling hands, she reached for the smooth wood of the broom, trying to ignore the slight vibration of magic on the handle.

‘I want to fly with you, Draco,’ she finally said, deciding that a t least that would be safer. He had been a Quidditch team Captain before, so he knew how to fly.

‘Don’t be afraid,’ Draco said soothingly and put his hands on her shoulders. ‘This broom is very obedient; it does only what the master says. Mount it on the front, I’ll sit in the back.’

Draco’s voice had given her enough assurance, so she dared to mount the broom. Her legs felt like jelly and she was clutching the handle like a madwoman.

She felt Draco’s warmth when he mounted the broom too, and she unconsciously leaned back against his chest.

‘You’ll have a great flying experience today,’ Draco assured her, putting his hands next to hers and gently steering the broom higher.

Hermione’s mind was lost in the feel of leaning against Draco that she forgot her fear. They were reaching more altitude with every second, but it was a smooth climb, so it wasn’t scary at all.

Draco rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered information about flying techniques in her ear. She seemed to be too lost somewhere to notice that they had reached a considerable height now.

The dusk was long gone and the night was creeping on. The stars and moonlight were enough for them to see where they were going. Or not. They had flown for a couple of miles and he saw the lights of a Muggle town underneath them.

‘Would you like to have dinner in town?’ he asked suddenly inspired to show her that he was not averse to Muggle culture.

‘I’d love to, but I didn’t take my purse with me,’ Hermione answered sadly. She would’ve loved to show Draco a little bit of Muggle life.

‘I’ll take care of that.’

Their broom had a built-in Disillusionment charm so Muggles wouldn’t notice their descent. He flew over the town and aimed at a side alley of the busiest street. He landed them gently in the alley and helped her dismount. She had a happy smile on her face and the windswept look made her look even more gorgeous.

‘You’re an excellent flyer,’ she murmured and hugged him.

‘I am glad you liked that,’ he said and shrunk the broom to pocket size. It was too valuable to be just left in a side alley.

‘Will you show me a bit of Muggle life now?’ He asked and offered her his arm.

Draco was her ideal man, Hermione thought as they turned into the busy Muggle high street.


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