Fated To Be Tied

Fated To Be Tied Chapter Two
“And So It Begins”
By: KatieVixen


“I am not calm!” she shouted. Ginny shrugged after her little outburst,
pausing for breath. “Its just that, well, I was sort of expecting it…in a way.”
Hermione Granger looked aghast at her friend. Her best female friend.
“Expecting it? How could you be expecting it?!” Her dark eyes were
riveted to Ginny, waiting for an answer.

Taking a deep breath, the youngest Weasley began her explanation.
“Do you remember when you met my aunt Theodora last summer?”
Hermione nodded. “And her husband Mordred? Remember how protective
he was? How possessive? He’s part veela too, like Zambini and Malfoy.
She told me things, about their relationship, how it all started. And how…it
felt to her.”

“And?” Hermione was somewhat excited now. Maybe Ginny knew a way
out of this mess. Although truth be told, Hermione didn’t think that Ginny
seemed all to keen on getting out of ‘this mess’.
“She said that looking back that there were signs that she could now see
were all leading up to her being Mordred’s mate.”
“What signs?” It was a breathy request, almost desperate. **Poor Hermione**
Ginny thought, **She’s really not going to like this.** It was at this time that
Ginny’s face began to resemble the same lovely shade of scarlet as her hair.
“Oh, you know, physical things.”
“No, I don’t know.” Ginny winced, **Time for that infamous Granger temper
to show up** another sigh. “Her…fantasies. Physical ideas of what she fancied.
You know, who she found sexy.”
“I do NOT FIND MALFOY SEXY! I find him repulsive! an an inbred son of a …”
“Hermione! Its not about his personality -- its about chemistry! His
chemistry is the exact perfect match for yours! Everything you ever
dreamed of having in a lover, Malfoy is for you, just like Blaise is for me!
There is no way around it! None! They would kill anything and everything
to have us, keep us! Do you understand? You are now one of the most
powerful people in Malfoy’s life, Mione! Think of it – he would do anything
to keep you happAnytAnything. Do you understand?”

Possibilities began swirl in Hermione’s mind. Still, one thought kept on
coming up to the surface. She had to know. “That doesn’t explain the
expecting part. Please (sarcasm now) tell me how you expected it.”
Tartly, “snarkiness will get you nowhere.”
Hermione sighed. “I’m sorry Gin, really. Please, do go on.” She batted
her lashes comically, and both girls laughed, the tension broken. Ginny
began again. “Aside, from Victor, Herm, who have you dated? I know for
a fact that you’re a virgin. Have you ever really wanted anyone? And what
about Victor, hmm? He had blonde hair and blue eyes, too. You’re shaking
your head. I know it sounds far-fetched but hear me out. They have
Dumbledore’s blessing. Its…a sure thing.”

Hermione spoke, her tone wrathful. “What I want to know is how they
knew it was us. How? We weren’t here. How could they come up this
stunning conclusion that the intended soul mates of two Slytherins who
could, possibly, win the “I Hate Gryffindor The Most Of All” award know
that their, erm, mates were us. Two Gryffindors, one might I add, that
has been teased unmercifully for years by the aforementioned Slytherins
for her heritage? Well?! How did they manage that?”

“I don’t know.” Ginny admitted. “But if Dumbledore…”
“Dumbledore be damned!” Hermione exploded. “He’s been wrong
before, remember Quirrel? The triwizard tournament? He could be
wrong again.” Ginny just shook her head. Hermione looked close
to tears now. After a pregnant silence, the brunette witch spoke once
more. “Ginny, I just have to know for sure. This is all so much. You
know me; I can’t just take it on someone’s word that is the right thing.
Up until a few hours ago I would have said that without a doubt Malfoy
hated me. Would gladly have seen me dead. And now you and everyone
else is telling me that I am the person he most desires in the world, that
he can’t live without me. I can’t accept that yet, Ginny. I can’t. I need
more time, more proof. I just can’t…”

**Don’t worry, Hermione. I’m sure Malfoy get working on “proving” this to
you soon enough. That is, if aunt Theodora was telling the truth about the
heat rising between mates…**
Hermione visibly squared her shoulders and straightened her spine. She was
going to the library. She needed time to think, alone. There had to be some
literature on this subject, obscure as it seemed. Ginny looked nearly numb to
her, **probably in shock** she thought sympathetically. Sympathetic as she
was, though, Hermione needed action. “I’m going to the library. Will you be
okay?” Ginny nodded in the affirmative. **Deep breaths, Hermione**
she counseled herself. **Deep breaths** Alright then. I’ll see you later.”
And just like that, Hermione Granger picked up her book bag and left
Ginny alone.


However, within the dungeons of Hogwarts castle…


Draco Malfoy lay sprawled along the stylish yet uncomfortable couch that
sat in front of the Slytherin common room fireplace. A smirk graced his
deceptively angelic features, making him seem a fallen angel in the firelight.
Relaxed his body may be, but his mind was anything but. Within that
fevered psyche thoughts swirled and collided, all centering upon one being:
Hermione Granger. She was finally in his grasp. Partially. Almost. Well,
at least she was in the same castle with him, he thought with a frown. Still,
this was better than when he had first found out it was her. Her. It had
begun with a dream. Of course, all male veelas received the knowledge
of their mate’s identity through dreams; but he hadn’t known they would
be so potent. So very potent, that first dream….


He was running through a forest. It was dark, and the
world smelled fresh and damp; recent rain.
His heart sped up, pounded through his veins and
through his ears – she was here. Running from
him, trying to avoid fate. He could smell her.
Musky, feminine, fearful, and excited. She was
enjoying this, enjoying the chase. She was going to
loose though, he always got what he wanted,
and she was no exception. Faster now, closer. Perhaps
she could sense it, her breaths were more
erratic now, heart pounding furiously. There.
Just ten feet ahead. So close. Her body was lithe,
strong for a female – but he was stronger, faster,
and more determined. For him there was no
choice; he had to have her. It was instinct, need,
and something else he wasn’t ready to put a name
to. Inches away now, he could see the tiny droplets
of moisture making their way down her pale neck.
He growled, a low throaty sound that visibly startled
her, and then he sprung: Wrapping both arms
around her he forced her to the ground, rolling their
bodies so that she wouldn’t feel the sting of
impact. The rain had started again, a light drizzle
that peppered their bodies with dizzying pinpricks
of coolness; a sharp contrast to the heat rising
between their bodies. She struggled, bucking and
wriggling, which only fueled his desires, increased
his will to dominate his mate. Grabbing both her
wrists, he pinned them above her head, easily holding
them captive with only one hand of his own. The
other hand snuck down her face and jaw line, holding
her head captive so that he could finally look his
fill. Soft pale skin and dark eyes, the color of wet earth.
Her hair was wild from her exertions,
and he supposed it was naturally curly if not for the rain.
Her chest was heaving, and he thought
that she must have beautiful breasts; with a wicked
smile he realized he would be seeing them soon.
His mate. The thought was sweet on his mind. He
could taste her breath, found it as enticing as her
scent. She was gasping, and he took advantage,
lowering his head too swiftly for her to turn her head,
and then taking her lips possessively, without a whit
of pause or remorse. She froze, a moment of defiance,
and then sweet submission coursed through her veins.
Moaning she returned the kiss, biting his lips
back, twining her tongue around his, and opening her
legs to his thigh, so that he could rest within the
natural cradle of her body. While he still held her
wrists pinned, his other hand made its way down
her body, pausing to mold, tease, and pinch her
breasts. She whimpered, and he grinned against her
mouth. So hot, so passionate. His vision was
turning red, and he couldn’t stop. She was bucking
against him, unawares, her body hungry for touch.
His hand moved lower, slipping beneath her skirt,
and he raked his nails against her naked thigh,
making her arch and scream into his mouth. Her hips
were frantic now, seeking fulfillment. His fingers
traveled upwards, almost there, his hips thrusting back
against hers, in slow, practiced movements designed
to enflame and tease. She was writhing now,
and just as his fingers reached her core….he had woken up.

After that initial dream, the eroticism of his nightly slumberings
had only increased in intensity. That, and of course, the revelation
of his mate’s identity: Hermione Granger. One of his most infamous
childhood nememsises, he had been shocked. Dismayed, even.
She would never accept him, never, and the last mark had to be
taken willingly. In desperation, he had owled his childhood mentor
and head of house, Professor Snape, and had asked for advice.
After three days of agonized plotting and worrying he had received
his answer: Dear Mr. Malfoy, Come to Hogwarts, for I have a solution
to your problem. Sincerely, Professor Severus Snape.

Once he had reached the castle, he was led into the headmaster’s
office by his head of house. Although by no means naïve, Draco
had often thought of Professor Dumbledore as softhearted, a sentimental
old man who although powerful, was not as politically savvy as needed
to make the full use of that power. This meeting proved all his preconceived
notions wrong. A deal was struck: he was to take a wizarding blood oath
of loyalty to Dumbledore himself; forsake his father, spy for the light,
and inevitably, help to bring down the fall of the Dark Lord himself.
He would be apprenticed to and monitored by Snape. He had known
Snape was playing both sides, but this he had never expected. In return,
his mate would be called to Hogwarts to weeks early, and she would be
encouraged to accept him. They would have private time together,
without the interference of her meddling friends or any other troublesome males,
as Draco would be unstable until she had received the full three marks,
signifying to all the world that she was Draco’s, and Draco’s alone.
He agreed, and took the oath. If he broke his word, not only would he die,
but his soul would be doomed to wander the earth forever in torment:
thirsty, but unable to drink; hungry, but never allowed to satiate his hunger.
It was worse than hell for those who broke a blood oath.


Back in the Gryffindor common room…


Virginia Weasley paced restlessly back and forth, reviewing her situation.
She still had to write her parents about the situation, and she was not
looking forward to quiling that owl, thank-you-very-much. She sighed,
still lost in thought. Hermione didn’t understand. How could she?
She and Draco had never gotten along, never had any interaction
beyond house rivalries, pranks, and name-calling. Their past mutual
animosity was explosive, with Harry and Ron always making it worse.
They hated Malfoy even more than Hermione claimed, and that was
truly saying something.

But she and Blaise…it hadn’t always been arguments and house rivalries.
Maybe that’s why she so desperately tried to keep up with her crush on
Harry – she’d subconsciously known that this was going to happen, the
inevitable. She had known that veela blood ran in Zambini House, known
since third year DADA class, and a few of the more prominent Veela/Wizard
houses were mentioned when they had covered the veelan race and all their
heady wiles. Of course, intellectually knowing something and then experiencing
it first hand were two completely different things, as she found out in her fifth year.

She had been patrolling a little-used corridor, part of her prefect’s duties,
and the time had been just a little after ten. All she had to do was finish
checking this wing of the castle, and then she could turn in for the night.
But she had been interrupted by Pierce St. Jameson, a Ravenclaw with
whom she had arithmancy with. When she had deducted points for
being out past curfew he had cornered her, saying perhaps she needed
some ‘persuasion’ to give his house the points back. His touch had
revolted her. He’d tried to kiss her, grope her, even as she pushed,
kicked, and told him to stop. Her wand dropped, and she’d begun to cry.
Though even through her tears, she’d still fought. His hand went to her skirt,
and then she became vicious; aiming with her nails for his eyes.
Still he had persisted, even taunting her by saying that she needed
to ‘learn her lesson’ and that a woman’s place wasn’t ordering him
around, it was on her back. She was furious, humiliated, where the
fuck was her wand!?

Suddenly Pierce was jerked back, and she the sickening sound
of bones being snapped, and a body being tossed against a stone wall.
Wherever Pierce was, she couldn’t see him. Instead, in front of her,
stood Blaise Zambini. A furious Blaise Zambini. His eyes seemed to
glow from rage. All her instincts screamed ‘danger!’ at her, and she
reflexively shrunk back.

For a moment all they did was stare at one another. Then he said,
“I won’t hurt you. Come here.” When she didn’t move he sighed,
then walked to where she stood. At the first touch to her temple
she flinched, and he said, “Relax, I’m just checking for injuries, Red.”
He was still angry, she realized, just not with her. His hands were gentle
as they lightly skimmed down her face, neck, upper torso and waist,
coming to rest on her hips.
Her breath caught.

“Did he hurt you?” his voice was low and rough, whether with
anger or something else she was not sure. She shook her head negatively.
Her breath was starting to come in pants now. She could feel the heat from
his hands come through the material of her robe and school uniform,
warming more than just her skin. His head bent down close to hers,
so that they were now looking eye to eye. He asked again, “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Her answer was exhaled. What was wrong with her? She nearly felt dizzy.
“Good.” He growled the word as he swooped down to take her lips with his.
He pressed his mouth firmly against hers, nipping lightly at her lower lip
and then running his tongue along the pleasurable hurt. Her mouth
opened, and her tongue met his halfway, his low noise of satisfaction
making the sensation even more pleasurable. She was still pressed
against the wall, and he leaned into her, hands coming from around
her hips to grip at her backside, pressing her intimately against him.
She whimpered and reflexively wrapped one slender leg around
his left hip. He growled, holding her place, kissing her fiercely.
Slow, circular undulations of his hips into hers made her back
arch and her soft pants turn into fevered gasps.

All the while, his other hand began to slide up the backside
of her body, until was cupping her neck. His mouth moved
from hers inorder to kiss first her forehead, then cheek,
and finally moving down her neck, where it came to rest
in the sensitive hollow of her collarbone. There he nipped
and suckled, and her gasps became moans. He bit, a pleasing
pain that seemed to go straight through to her core, making
her cry out. Then he stopped his mouth’s ministrations, looking
to her eyes. “Watch” he said hypnotically, and then trailed his
hand lightly from her neck down her right arm, drawing her
hand up to his mouth. His hips were still thrusting gently into hers.

He turned her hand so that the palm faced skyward, then
bent it back towards her arm, so that her right wrist was left
exposed and vulnerable. He kissed that tender junction, a
slight brushing of lips. Then he bit her, hard. Pain. At first
that was all their was. It shouldn’t have hurt like that; an
excrutiating fire that ran through her veins, making her
body twist. But it did. And then the fire changed. Morphed
into something else. Heat. Her heart fluttered, her head fell
back, and her whole body arched in ecstasy. She screamed,
breathy and passionate. Too much, so much. Her vision went
red, and then black, and suddenly she knew no more.

When she woke up, she found she was still pressed against the wall,
Blaise’s body keeping her up. Both her legs had found their way
around his waist, gripping him to her. His breath was heavy in her
ear. She was excited, a little scared, yes, but not of him. The
situation frightened her, not him. Looking down at her wrist, she
noticed that where he had bit a small mark had formed, like a scar.
She was aghast. She did not heal that quickly, there was no way a
scar could have formed, she hadn’t been out that long. After a few
moments he seemed to catch his breath.

He said, “You do me in, Red. I seem to loose all control around you.
You’re still too young. One year, Red. One more year to as you please,
and then you’ll be mine.” He lowered her feet gently to the ground
and steadied her until she was capable of standing on her own.
Then turned sideways, he was looking at Pierce’s crumpled body.
At her questioning look, he practically snarled, “He’s alive,
although next time, he won’t be.” Turning to face her fully,
he kissed her again, mouth so fierce that it surely bruised.
“One year, Red. And do me a favor…stay away from Ravenclaws.”


‘RAP RAP RAP’ Ginny’s musings on the previous year’s
events were brought to a halt as she heard the frantic
rapping of an owl on one of the common room windows.
She went over to open the window, and the owl waited
patiently, leg held out, the message apparently for her.
“Persistent little guy, aren’t you?” she asked. She gave
it a cracker, and then opened the note. It was very simple:
\"Hello Red, Do you fancy a game of chess? I’ll meet you at the Astronomy
Tower in one hour. Don’t be late.
P.S. How’s your wrist?\"

********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************Well, what do you think? I’m trying to give this story the proper set-up, so the first two chapters are basically setting the mood. In the next chapter both the prophecy and the marks will be explained. Thanks for reading!