Malfoy\'s Mate

Some one said this was a rape fic. That\'s where the NC comes from.

Veela are hot, but Draco is a selfish, sick, and twisted individual that would warp anything or anyone that he was in close contact with.

***Chapter 2
***FALL OUT

The two hour train ride had been put to excellent use.

Draco had not realized the consequences of mating with Hermione. Obviously, there was more to being a Veela than he had initially been told. He knew some physical changes would take place, but this one had taken him completely by surprise.

He was stuck. Literally. Inside of Hermione.

After the first time he had collapsed on top of Hermione he had waited for a little while and then he had tried to pull out. She gave a very agonized moan. He then realized that he was becoming hard again. He wasn’t even sure if he had lost any of his girth after he had came. Truthfully, he felt larger, if that was possible.

He wasn’t disturbed because he was stuck. He was just thinking of the discomfort Hermione would experience after being invaded for so long. Thinking of someone other than himself was foreign to Draco, but the Veela part of him insisted that he think of her welfare. Truthfully, as much as he thought he wanted free of her it was… convenient for his constant erection.

He was unable to pull back and thrust in. This caused Hermione too much pain. Soon he found a rhythm. He imagined his dick stationary and his body the piston. He came several more times. His stamina was amazing. He had impressed himself.

He knew they must be nearing the school. As much as he hated to he had to find a way to release them. The last time he came as he was ready to ejaculate he tried pulling out before he came.
No, that didn’t work he was still knotted with her.

He allowed himself to have what was probably his largest orgasm yet. He could see stars and the darkness came rushing at him. Draco collapsed in a deep sleep still attached to Hermione.

Professor Snape was in the car beside of theirs. He had watched them carefully. He was concerned with both of their safeties. He knew that Draco was knotted with Ms. Granger. He had watched as Draco had tried on several occasions to disentangle himself. To no avail.

The train slowed down and Professor Snape realized he had a big, no Huge problem.

Draco was awake and was humping again!

Draco was exhausted. No one, Veela or no, could expend as much energy as he had and not be. Professor Snape was counting on this fact. He little wanted to face the Veela at full strength and in protective mode. Professor Snape wasn’t consciously counting , but that was 8 times since he had started observing. When Draco was at his weakest Professor Snape sent a spell to put him to sleep. Draco obligingly collapsed on Miss Granger.

Professor Snape placed a disengorgment charm on Draco. He tried to levitate him off of Miss Granger, but they were still attached. He cast another disengorgment charm and tried again. This time it was working.

Maybe!

Their bodies were disengaging. He heard Miss Granger cry out. Draco immediately awoke to protect her. Professor Snape hit him with another sleeping/relaxation spell and cast a silenco on Miss Granger. Professor Snape continued to move Draco off of and out of Miss Granger. Finally, with a silent open mouthed cry and an audible POP Miss Granger was free. Blood and cum was running between her cheeks. Enough to make Severus realize understand the damage might be worse than he had thought. Her life might very well be in danger. If Miss Granger died at this point Draco would follow shortly.

Now he just had to figure out how he could get Miss Granger to the infirmary.

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The professor waited until all of the children had been sent to Hogwarts. He had to threaten Potter and the Weasleys to make them get into the carriage. Deducting points before the students even set foot on Hogwarts was a new low for Professor Snape.

Once the door was closed, Severus used a port key to appear in the Headmaster’s office. Madame Pomfrey and Remus Lupin was also in the Headmaster’s office.

Albus took a quick look at his potions master and hid his smile by popping a sour lemon candy into his mouth. He thought he would wait and see how Severus would explain the current situation.

“Sir I have a rather urgent matter to discuss with you. In private.” Albus sagely nodded his head and said, “Is this a problem that a medi-witch or a defense teacher might be able to help with?”

Severus ground his teeth. He was no fool. He knew how the headmaster wanted this played. The only problem was that he had no intentions of playing. Ms. Granger was in danger. The old fool could get his jollies somewhere else.

“Perhaps they can. I have a wild Veela on the Hogwarts Express. He has taken one of your pupils, one of the golden trio no less, and mated with her. They have been joined for almost the entire train ride. I have managed to separate them. However, if a male comes within scenting range he will be awake and be ready to defend her. My one offer of assistance was met with a blast of energy that threw me across the corridor into one of the glass panels which shattered.

Mr. Malfoy managed to do that without his wand.

I really think that time is of the essence here. I think that a 2 hour make out session with an insatiable Veela would probably be a little much for a Knockturn Alley Whore let alone Miss Granger.”

Madame Pomfrey and Remus must not have known why they were waiting as they gasped in all of the appropriate places. Albus gave Severus a considering look. “What do you propose?”

Severus said, “I think that Madame Pomfrey could secure Hermione and port key her back to the infirmary. While Lupin and I deal with the angry Veela.” He looked at Remus.

Remus calmly stared back at him. “It could work, but please talk to him first. From one beast to another I can understand putting a mates well being first.”

Remus turned to Madame Pomfrey. “Hermione will need prompt medical attention and no man would be allowed to touch her.” The medi-witch had never seen such a case but knew, at least in theory, what they would be facing.

The three grown witches and wizards returned to the train. They approached the door quietly. No noise could be heard. A soft click was all that was heard as Remus unlocked the door.

Draco knew they were coming. He could smell them. He knew they were coming for his mate. He was ready.

Severus threw a stunning spell into the compartment, but not before Draco had hit Remus with a block of energy. The werewolf went flying through the air with as much ,if not more, force than Severus had been subjected to earlier. Somewhere in his mind Severus applauded the show of strength.

Madame Pomfrey quickly shot a stream of ice cold water out of her wand. When it connected with Malfoy’s skin some of the glow seemed to diminish. It was suppose to quiet the sexual tension inherent in a Veela and allow them to appeal to the man.

The medi-witch approached carefully. Mr. Malfoy was dangerous even without being a Veela protecting his mate. Her voice was as soothing as she could make it.

“Hermione needs medical attention. You must let me take her to the infirmary.” A growl deep in his throat froze her to the spot. Severus directed the Veela’s attention to him. “Mr. Malfoy you will be allowed to go with Ms. Granger to the infirmary. I or no other man will come close to your mate.” The growl just grew worse when Draco recognized Professor Snape.

Professor Snape thought he would give it one last try and then he’d do it any way he had to.

The professors quiet voice was trying to get through to him. “Mr. Malfoy listen to her heartbeat. She’s exhausted. You didn’t give her time to recover from the venom and now she is very weak. Either let us help or you will lose your mate and your life.”

Draco laid a hand on Hermione and could feel her weakened heartbeat.

The professor finally seemed to have gotten through to him. With a wave of his hand he dressed Hermione in a full veil. Her eyes could barely be seen.

The pain that she was still experiencing could he heard in her labored breathing and the small moans that she was making. Draco realized that she really did need medical attention, but he could not turn lose of her. He stood with her in his arms. The three adults were treated to a view of his overly large and angry looking penis. The glimpse was brief.

Immediately, he was clothed. He told the medi-witch he would meet her in the infirmary. The men backed away as he walked out of the train carrying Hermione.

Wings sprouted from his shoulders as soon as he stepped off of the train. He rose effortlessly into the air cuddling Hermione in his arms. He flew to one of the windows in the infirmary and opened it.

Malfoy chose a bed in the back away from prying eyes. He carefully laid her down and then he lay beside of her. She was continuing to cry out softly. He had just removed her veil when the witch walked in. Hermione was bleeding profusely.

The medi-witch went to her and cast a diagnosis. She was torn internally and would need mending. Madame Pomfrey tried not to show her shock that Miss Granger had been sodomized. She apparently had not hidden her shock well because Mr. Malfoy said softly. “I was warned over and over not to take her virginity until the final marking. I had an uncontrollable urge to be inside of her. To have her surround me. I felt like I would die if I didn‘t”

Madame Pomfrey didn’t know what to say. She prepared what she would need to mend Miss Granger.

Professor Dumbledore stood in the door way well out of reach. Yet when he spoke Mr. Malfoy jumped in front of Miss Granger. The wings were open and his face was glowing golden.


“You are right. You were dying. From the moment she marked you and both bloods mingled you had to posses her. The sexual binding you performed will only be temporary. We will set up everything that is needed to complete the binding by sundown.”

Draco heard him but could not quit growling.

“I will come no further. Narcissa will be here shortly to help you and Miss Granger. Please allow Madame Pomfrey to do what is necessary and I will not have to interfere.” Mr. Malfoy was truly the Veela as he stood sentinel over his mate. Professor Dumbledore hoped that Lucius could locate her quickly.

The headmaster noticed that Mr. Malfoy was devoting all of his attention towards him and ignoring Madame Pomfrey. Which was good. Hermione let out a whimper as the Medi-witches wand was slowly slipped inside of her.

Mr. Malfoy started to turn and the Headmaster made as if to take a step into the infirmary. He immediately had his attention again.

Pomfrey was very good at her job, but she wasn’t called upon to deal with rapes very often. The floating image above Hermione guided her wand. When the wand was too short to reach the damaged areas she stopped in shock. She tried casting the spell anyway and the surrounding area was repaired but she needed about 3 more inches in order to reach where she needed. She was withdrawing her wand just as Narcissa Black Malfoy walked into sight.

Narcissa took in the scene immediately. Where her son should have stood was a grown Veela. A Veela of her blood. She looked at him proudly. He was magnificent.

She looked behind him to see what he was protecting. Ah, the mud blood-er Miss Granger. She seemed to be in a bad way. Pomfrey appeared to be just as incompetent now as she was when they were at school.


Narcissa moved into the room. She walked up to Draco who was sharing his attention between her and Dumbledore. Narcissa offered her wrist to her son. He sniffed it and seemed to calm.

“My magnificent son. You are truly beautiful.” Draco preened at the flattery.

Narcissa whispered in his ear. “I must see to your mate. I see that Pomfrey is as incompetent as she always was.”

She throws a wink over her shoulder. The medi-witch understood that she is trying to placate him and does not take offense. She was actually relieved that Narcissa was there.

“Can you leave us alone so that we can unveil her and tend to her injuries?” A growl sounded in his throat. Apparently no one, not even his mother, could be left alone with his mate.

Narcissa was expecting this. She had the perfect argument.

“The headmaster will not leave until you do. We will not expose your mate to the eyes of another man, but we must take care of her. Surely you will trust your mother to take care of your possessions?”

Draco stared hard at his mother. No one would be allowed to harm her. No one. He smelt no fear or deceit so he nodded. He turned to Hermione. He knelt by her bed and gently kissed her. The one taste of her was enough to make him glow almost twice as much as before. He started to walk to the door when his mother called him back and whispered in his ear. He nodded and walked to the door, and then through it. He leaned against the door. The headmaster, Professor Lupin and Professor Snape were all in the hall waiting on him.

The distance between him and Hermione was enough for him to become human enough to listen to what they were saying.

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Narcissa quickly cast her own diagnosis spell. Unlike Pompey, she was pleased that Hermione’s hymen had not been breached. The medi-witch really didn’t know very much about Veela.

The first thing she did was to cast a silencing spell on the room. Then she pulled back the veil and took a look at her soon to be daughter-in-law. From the blood still seeping out of her anus she had not yet been repaired. She quickly finished stripping Hermione and looked for anything else needing medical attention. She had some scratches on her side that were fairly deep. Narcissa said a quick incantation and healed those. Her breast and buttocks were bruised on the outside. Again a quick spell took care of that.

The diagnosis spell was done. Draco obviously did not know how his new equipment worked.

Narcissa caught the look on Pomfrey‘s face. “I know you think this is horrible, but believe me it could be much, much worse. Now we have to repair the tears. I assume you have tried?”

Pomfrey nodded, “Yes, I had just realized my wand was too short when you walked in.” Narcissa nodded and couldn’t resist a quick look at her wand. It was at least 12 inches. Her son definitely took after his father. Good thing she knew exactly what to do.

“What I am going to do is not in any healing books, but believe me it works.” Narcissa transformed a bedpan into a bellows. She removed a vial of medicine from her cloak. She pulled the medicine into the bellows along with a bucket of water she conjured.

Pomfrey stared on in amazement. What did she think she was doing?

Narcissa saw the look on her face and knew that in a moment that she would either have help or she would have to stun the medi-witch.

“The injuries are too deep to repair with a wand. Trying to repair the tears indirectly is iffy at best.

The best solution is to use the bellows. They are holding the healing medicine and something to deaden the pain. The water is just to make sure it gets to where it needs to go. It’s sort of like a super enigma.” Pomfrey didn’t look happy, but she could obviously see the merits.

“Please hold her checks apart. I need to supply a lubricate so we do not cause any additional injury.” Now just hold her open until I can …Yes…”

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“Mr. Malfoy we are making arrangements for your final marking. The one question we don’t have an answer to is if Hermione is still unconscious can the binding still take place?”

Lucius answered from the end of the hallway. “If my son has done what he was told then yes.” All eyes swiveled back to Draco. Lucius starts walking down the hall and asking Draco questions.

“Did she agree 3 times to take you as her mate?” Draco nodded.
“Did she agree to stay with you forever?” Draco nodded.
“Did you get a vow of obedience?” Draco hissed, “Yes.”

Lucius let the satisfaction in his voice show as he praised his son.

Remus on the other hand was appalled. “You got HERMIONE to agree to OBEY YOU?”

Draco turned his golden eyed gaze on the man. He could smell the werewolf lurking under the surface. He smelt concern, anger, but no desire. He was not a threat.

“Yes.” Draco was connected to Hermione. He could feel the pain he had inflicted. He felt the pain the healer caused and the fullness that followed. In a few minutes he felt her slip into peaceful oblivion. He knew she was healed.

Lucius walked closer to his son. Draco sniffed him and growled. Lucius never one to be intimidated took another step.

It was Remus that halted Lucius. “Draco feels threatened by you. If you go any closer he may attack.”

Lucius scoffed, “My son would not attack me. I’m his father.” He shook off the werewolf’s hand and took another step. Draco hit him with a blast so strong he landed against the wall at the end of the hallway over 12 feet away.

“Not my fa...” was all Draco said before Severus hit him with an unknown spell that fell the boy immediately.

The headmaster turned a rather stunned face to Severus. “You know I can use a wand when necessary!”

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Hermione was starting to wake. She didn’t hurt, but she didn’t feel right. She knew she was different but she didn’t know how. She looked around and realized that she was in the infirmary. She gingerly tested all movable parts and they responded. She sat up. She felt a little pressure…there. It was an odd situation. What would cause pressure there?

She tried to piece together what had happened. She remembered being in the compartment with Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George. No Fred and George had left and Malfoy had came in. He had his usual superior look on his face and then he had said….No…that couldn’t be.

Her next memory was of gorgeous eyes asking her questions. The voice was so sexy. The feel of his hands on her hair, neck, and breasts was incredible. Breasts?

Other memories slowly started to form. She distinctly remembered Malfoy pulling her to his side. Close to his side. He was gentle and protective of her. Malfoy protective? He asked her to BE HIS MATE? And she had said…NO!

“Yes. You said yes. Not once but 3 times and now you are his.” Her head spun around so quickly she almost made herself sick. The woman speaking looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite place her. She made no move to come closer to her. She just watched with a smirk on her face. A very distinctive smirk. She had to be ..

“Correct. I am Narcissa Malfoy.” The woman seemed to be enjoying a private joke. One Hermione knew that had to be at her expense.

“But you can call me mom in a couple of hours.” Hermione pinched herself hard. She just knew she had to be having a nightmare.

Narcissa laughed. It was amazing how it transformed her face. She looked young and beautiful. Not so coldly perfect.

Hermione accioed her wand. Narcissa snatched it out of midair as it flew past.

“I was the Ravenclaw seeker for 3 years. Slytherin was the only competition we had and they easily won when Lucius forbade me to play, after our engagement was announced. ” She looked hard at the girl. Pomfrey had insisted on putting her in a gown. Narcissa had transformed one of the dreary things into something a little more appealing. Green definitely suited her. Good thing too.

She heard her son approaching. Her time was almost over.

“Draco is on his way here now. Once he enters the room you will forget everything but how wonderful he is.

You very foolishly agreed to obey him. Only a Gryffindor would give another such cart blanche over their life without thinking it through. You must find a way to even things or he will be your master. That is NOT the way a Veela relationship was designed. The Veela is dependent upon their mate for everything. You have leveled the playing field. Try to get back your control.” The last was said in a hiss as the door was thrown open and a very different looking Draco walked in.

He didn’t even glance at his mother, but came directly to Hermione. He knelt beside of the bed. “Will you forgive me for hurting you?”

Immediately, images of what had been done to her body came to her. She saw him pressing her breast together and spraying cum all over her face. She heard him telling her to breathe through her nose and relax her throat muscles. She felt the pain of the first thrust and the agony of the interim between that and when he started to thrust in earnest. She remember what felt like spikes attach themselves to her insides after he came. Vaguely she recalled the first time and the pain when he had tried to move. She relieved each moan and scream. She was overwhelmed and closed her eyes?

Draco seeing this, knowing the images and sensations that were flowing back into her mind said, “I order you to forgive me.” Hermione’s eyes glazed briefly and she said, “I forgive you.”

Draco saw her breast that were barely covered by the sexy nightgown. He bent and took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked deeply. “Tonight we mate and in a few months our child will nurse at this same breast. ”

He breathed deeply. “You are fertile today. Your scent is like a drug to me. Before the night is over you will have my seed growing in your body. We will be together forever.”

Hermione could only moan at the sensations that he was causing.

He looked up at his mother, “Prepare her. The ceremony is in an hour. I will wait no longer.”

His head dipped and instead of stopping at her breast he continued to the apex of her thighs. She was sitting cross legged. He disentangled her thighs and pushed her back on the bed. His hand ran up her thigh raising the silky night gown as he moved.

His fingers gently dipped inside of her body. When he felt her barrier he glowed. His hand came out. Quickly, he picked both feet up with one hand. His finger probed her anus. A moan issued from her lips but it was not in pain. He smiled.

“You will enjoy the small pain that comes from having me inside of you.”

“Yes.” She moaned.

He thrust again and glowed brighter.

His hands turned into claws and he ripped the nightdress. He had to have her now.

His mother saw this. She knew there would be no stopping him. So she did what she must. She helped.

Hermione was still laying on her back and her feet were still in his hands. Draco was pulling himself out with one hand and was holding Hermione with the other. If he entered her again they would probably be knotted for the rest of the night. He didn’t care, he had to have her. NOW!

His mothers voice tried to penetrate his hormonal coma. “Draco use Hermione’s mouth. Let her use her tongue to caress you as you come in her throat.” Draco didn’t appear to be listening. Narcissa tried again, “If you get stuck the binding cannot be completed tonight.”

Draco growled, “NO.” Narcissa tried one last time. “You can’t control the Veela. He is waiting to knot with his mate. If you enter her you will be stuck.”

The Veela looked at Draco’s mother. “I must be buried inside her body. NOW.”

Narcissa knew there was no getting out of this. She quickly conjured stirrups which hung from the ceiling. She placed one of Hermione’s ankles in each. A restraint came up and curled under Hermione’s breast and locked tight. The ankle restraints spread her thighs wide and pulled them up until she was folded. They attached on either side of the bed.

Hermione was fully exposed to the Veela. Narcissa placed a numbing and lubricating charm on Hermione. She dared not to leave the two. The final mark and the binding must take place tonight. Neither would survive otherwise. She decided she would help. Otherwise, they could be stuck for days. She stepped back where she had a good view of the proceedings, but was out of sight.

Draco was pumping himself as he looked at Hermione. He continued to grow. Well past the length and girth of a normal man.

Hermione was looking at him in adoration and fear.

Draco told her “Push as if you were having a bowel movement. Like you did this morning.” As soon as she relaxed he plunged completely inside of her. She screamed out. He didn’t acknowledge her cries. She was his. She would get used to it. Just once he asked her. “Do you enjoy me taking you like this?”

Hermione had to respond in the affirmative. He had commanded her to enjoy it.

Before he knew it he was tensing up ready to come. He knew he needed to withdraw. The animal had not quite taken over. He thought one more thrust and then he would pull out.

His mother seeing how close he was and not trusting him, pushed him off of Hermione just as he shot his wad. The pleasure was too much to care that his mother had just tackled him.

His mother immediately left her son who was still in the throes of passion. She started checking Hermione for damage. Now that he was away from her Hermione realized what had happened to her …again. She softly started to sob.

Narcissa was softly saying. “It’s not all that bad. After the last marking tonight you and Draco will each be able to enjoy each other without fear of consequences.” Narcissa quickly cleaned her up and performed a diagnosis spell. Nothing had been torn this time. Just a little bruising. She was talking soothingly to Hermione as her wand was gently pushed into her rectum. Hermione gasped. Draco was immediately beside of them watching as his mother healed his lover. With Draco in close proximity again the feelings of abuse, depravity, and helplessness faded. Instead was a sense of general well being.

Draco soothed Hermione as his mother finished healing her. He even walked over to give it a kiss to make it all better. “In less than an hour we will be together the way we were meant to be.”

Hermione was satisfied with the attention.

Draco said, “Hermione, mother is going to prepare you for the final bonding. You must obey her while she prepares you. Some things will not be comfortable but it needs to be done. Do you understand?” Hermione nodded and with a last kiss of her lips and pat to her stomach Draco turns and voluntarily leaves to take care of his own preparations. An hour wasn’t much time.