Malfoy\'s Mate

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Chapter 3

Preparations

Fred, George, and Katie Bell had all been called into Dumbledore’s office. He hinted at some type of emergency and told the three that they must keep all of the children locked in their towers tonight. He also sternly warned Fred, George, and Katie against letting anyone peer out the windows themselves. Dumbledore saw the look between the boys and decided he was going to place an impenetrable spell on all of the windows of Hogwarts. His effort to convince them that something terrible was happening, had failed. He had only peaked their interest. On the first night back. What had he let himself in for?

Fred and George being the two upstanding Gryffindors that they were agreed. Dumbledore knew they would find a way around their promise. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to figure out what they were going to do.

When they left they started plotting. Their sources seemed to think that it had something to do with Hermione and Draco. Sounds reasonable. They were the only ones missing from the feast.

Some students aka unreliable 2nd years had saw a golden bird carrying someone or something wrapped in a black veil. They had landed on the infirmary window seal.

One way to decide. Their little sister was better at ferreting out information than even their mum was. That was saying something.

They headed immediately to the Gryffindor common room. Little brother, Harry, but no Ginny or Hermione. Well subtle they weren’t.

“Hey Ron, Harry, have you seen Ginny ?” Ron looked at his brothers. They were up to something.

Then again they were always up to something. Can’t be anything interesting. They haven’t had time to get into anything yet.

“Ginny had to go to Snapes.” Fred and George grinned hugely. Fred said, “Detention the first day. “ “We are so proud.” ended George.

Ron said. “It wasn’t her fault. Hermione and Malfoy…” Harry hit him. Hard.

“What’d you do that for?” muttered Ron. Harry silently reminded him of the reason Snape had silenced them.

Fred and George thought they had all the answers. They just needed to waylay little sis to make sure.

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“Come in Miss Weasley.”

Ginny reluctantly walked into the potions classroom. She wasn’t sure why she was here.

Professor Snape invited Ginny to sit. Then he offered her a cup of tea and some biscuits. When she had politely imbibed some tea, niceties out of the way, he pounced.

“I have noticed over the years that you seem to know things that even a precocious child such as yourself should not know.” He waited and she started to fidget. “I don’t believe you were ever tested to determine how much of a ….residue that Tom Riddle might have left behind. Am I correct?”

Ginny had started to squirm. She knew what was coming next. She was not stupid. A small voice in the back of her head told her to stop him.

Professor was finally attuned to all nuances and had realized that Ginny was about to deny, run and hide.

Leglimens was whispered softly. The veriserum laced tea would prevent any prevarication on her part.
He started his questioning.

“Do you retain some of Tom Riddle’s memories?”
“Yes.”
“Do you retain his knowledge including those of the dark arts?”
“Yes.”
“Are you capable of performing some of those same spells?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve always been too afraid to try more than a few.”
“Which spells have you actually tried?”

“Leglimens and Avada. ”

“Leglimens is not a dark art. What did you perform Avada on? A snake that bit me in the field behind our house.”

“Show me the memory.”

Severus saw himself on a beautiful summer day. A picnic basket was to his side. He had a doll? In his arms. They were laying on the blanket making animals out of clouds. He reached into the basket and a sharp sting occurred. He cried out and watched as an adder climbed down from the basket. The adder was talking to him. “KILL, KILL. My nest.. My nest.” Ginny pointed not her wand put her finger at the snake and uttered the curse. The snake stopped and moved no more.

Ginny took her finger that was already swelling and placed it in the palm of her other hand. Severus heard her say an ancient and complicated spell. It was very difficult to heal yourself, but Ginny aged about 13 had just managed it.

Severus drifted out of her memories. She retained more of Riddle than anyone had thought. She was a parsel tongue. She knew archaic spells and she could use the Avada. What other knowledge did the girl hold?

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It was an easy manner to bump into their sis and ask her why she had been given detention. However, they barely listened to the reason why.

“Do you believe that about Draco and Hermione of all people?” Fred was sure to put just that bit of superiority into his voice. George continued with the I know something you don’t theme. “Tonight is the night, I want a front row seat.”

Ginny laughed and said, “Yea, me to. I’m going to have to see the bonding take place before I’ll believe it. No one has witnessed a male Veela bonding in over a century. I think we will be able to see it perfectly from the Astronomy Tower. They will have to be close to the trees of course.”

“Of course.” coursed both brothers.

“I just hope that the headmaster doesn’t do something to prevent us from watching. I mean maybe the first and second years, but not us.” She looked considering at her brothers. The head boys. “Can you do something to make sure we can watch without being seen?”

They looked at each other and grinned. “I think something can be arranged.”

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Poppy had escaped from the infirmary as soon as Narcissa had healed Miss Granger. She was truly disturbed by what she had seen.

Poppy hurried along. She decided to walk instead of just to floo to the potion master. She needed some supplies and she really needed the walk.

The dungeons were so damp and cool that Poppy wondered how Severus and the rest of Slytherin managed not to be deathly ill during the school year. Truthfully, she had never treated Severus for anything.

That was odd. He had been a teacher for many years and other than a migraine or a mild pain sedative, if he had run out, was all he had ever had the occasion to see her about.

Severus’s door was slightly ajar and with out knocking Poppy simply walked in. Normally, she never would have dreamed of just walking in, but she was distracted.

The scene that met her eyes was so shocking. She fainted on the spot.

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Narcissa was talking to Hermione in a no nonsense voice.

“The Veela bonding is perfect for the mate. Because whether male or female, the Veela is totally dependent upon their mate. Any pain inflicted on the mate will be divided with the Veela. You upset that balance when you agreed to obey. Stupid girl!”

Narcissa’s words reminded her of Professor Snape to the point that she reacted without thinking.

Hermione screeched, “Lies. I have been severely hurt today. Multiple times. He showed the smallest amount of remorse and then raped me again. You just don’t want to say that your little darling is a monster. You…..”

Narcissa stood silent and let Hermione rant. She apparently needed to get everything off her chest so Narcissa let her go on…and on.

Eventually, Hermione started to run down. This is what Narcissa had been waiting for.

“Miss Granger. Hermione. Listen very carefully to what I have to tell you. There is no going back. Your future is as a Malfoy. You will become Draco’s life mate. He will love you and cherish you to the day you die.”

Hermione had interrupted her with more sobbing and she was repeating over and over again , “Lies. All lies.” Narcissa who truly didn’t have much patience placed a silencing spell on Hermione. Her ankle bindings had been released but not the one under her breasts. She was very much trapped. Narcissa took advantage of it.

She grabbed Hermione’s face when she tried to turn it away from her.

“Either you listen to me now and find a place to bargain from or you will forever be his slave. His obedient little slave. Your only job will be to pander to him in any way he sees fit. Let me tell you Draco is twisted. He has been exposed to Lucius for too long.

Today’s events will be nothing compared to what you could eventually experience at his hands.

Veela are insanely jealous and extremely controlling creatures. He will kill any male you come into contact with and he will have the ministry’s blessing. Veelas, especially male Veela, are so rare that an international law protecting them from prosecution, if they kill someone that has provoked them, was passed in 1665 and it is still active in every country.”

Narcissa could tell she had gained Hermione’s attention. “Before he would allow anyone to remove you from the train he put a head to toe veil on you. How would you like to wear that veil for the rest of your life? No Potter or Weasley. No school. No shopping trips. No trips to the library.

Male Veela, while taking an intense pleasure in their children, have been known to become jealous of the attention that a mother will give to their child. Cases have documented that male Veela will separate mother and child giving minimal contact after weaning.

Worse than all of that. You willing agree to whatever he says…when he is around and hate yourself when he is away.”

She could see the true horror of her situation reflected for the first time in Hermione’s eyes. The possibilities were endless. She allowed the bright girl to fill in other scenarios for herself.

Hermione was still unbelieving that Narcissa was truly willing to help her. However, she had no one else. “How do I fight this?”

Narcissa smiled.

“During the final binding tonight you three will be separated. You, Draco, and the Veela.” You will each ask for one gift from the other. They must grant you that gift unless it conflicts with their denial. Their denial is one gift or one area in which they will not favor you. Don’t waste a gift by asking for something that they will not grant. Then you must tell each of them a gift that you will not grant to them. What you will not gift to them cannot be the same thing they have already asked for. ”

She saw the hope brimming in Hermione’s eyes and crushed it mercilessly.

“Death would come to both of you if the marking and binding does not take place soon. Freedom from this situation is not an option you have.

When you agreed to Draco marking you 3 times you sealed your future. You are his. When you said forever that was the time frame. There is no going back.

When you marked Draco by biting through his skin you claimed him as yours. The reason he had to be IN you was because he physically needed contact with you to live. Your body needed his DNA as surely as his needed yours. Your body was changing while you were asleep. The transformation will not be complete until tonight when he takes your virginity. As you mate, more of the Veela Poison will enter your blood stream. Completing the process he started today. The DNA altering venom will allow you to carry a Veela child. You and Draco will stay coupled until you conceive. Fortunately, for you, you are in a fertile cycle.

The Veela’s request usually have something to do with sex. It is their driving force.

Draco’s I would have no clue. He is a controlling little bastard so I would tend to think that he would request something along that line. If you are truly lucky, he will assume that the oath you made today will hold through out the ceremony. It won’t. They get to state what they will not grant you first, but you get to ask for the last gifts. Choose carefully Hermione. You do not get another chance at this.

The gifting ceremonies occur only at final bindings and birth blessing ceremonies. And don’t think that you will just birth a child every year or so and eventually get what you want. The Veela will experience the labor of childbirth with you. This is the reason Male Veela’s are almost extinct. It is very rare for a female Veela to give birth to a male. It is usually the Male Veela’s mate that produces the male Veela.”

Hermione’s eyes were very wide as she was trying to take in what Narcissa had just told her.

“If two request seem to contradict each other then the hands of both parties are held over a flame until one withdraws. The person who withdraws first looses their gift.”

Narcissa conjured a bath tub and carefully helped Hermione into it. The water was almost scalding. Narcissa insisted that it had to be this hot. Eventually, the heat helped to soothe her. Physically and mentally. Narcissa took something that smelled loudly of an astringent and poured it over every inch of her body. It stung to the point that there were tears in her eyes.

However, Hermione had not said a word since Narcissa had finished her little speech.

Narcissa washed her hair and bathed her. She helped Hermione out of the water and was beginning to get concerned at her continued silence. Perhaps the girl was in shock and all would be lost.

Narcissa tried to bring her focus back by talking.

“You must be free from any scent of a male for the ceremony. Draco and the Veela will hurt you if you have the scent of any male on you. They would never mortally wound you, but in similar situations the witch has been torn so badly that she was never able to have children.”

Finally, Hermione was dressed. Narcissa stepped back from her. She looked calm and elegant. Narcissa couldn’t help thinking that her calm was a façade that would crack as soon as she was faced with tonight’s task.


Narcissa carefully arranged the silk sarong that Hermione had on. It was left loose on her back and flirted with her crack. In the front the material was gathered so that it left a gap between her feet and her knees. The style of the sarong was designed to allow easy access. Veela were not patient with fastenings. Now for the last touch.

Narcissa fixed her hair, she had small diamonds glittering in the mass of curls. Hermione’s hair was exquisite.

The sun was just starting to set. It was time.

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Fred and George had wasted no time. Quickly word had spread that there was something worthwhile going on at the Astronomy Tower and for a small fee you could get a ring side seat. 4th years and up of course. Just in case the marking/bonding became a little graphic.

Fred and George had quickly formulated a plan to conceal and seal the students that would be watching from atop the Astronomy Tower. The had listened to Dumbledore and realized that it might be dangerous so they set up a shield that allowed them free range looking out, but would hide them from anyone trying to look in on them. The shield would also protect them against hexes, spells, and debris. They really had no idea what to expect just that this was a perfect money making opportunity, and an opportunity to see something that apparently only happened every 100 years or so.

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Poppy awoke to find herself enfolded in something dark. The darkness was all around her. It was around her body and she couldn’t see anything because she was pressed so tightly into something. She was experiencing some odd sensations. All of her blood was rushing to her head. She felt a tingle in her lower regions and then she could feel herself being invaded by something large and blunt. Poppy gave a sob and the invasion stopped. She gave a sigh of relief and just as she relaxed she was almost split in half by the forced entry into her cunt. The pushing and grinding continued. She felt fuller than she had ever been. Her only experience with physical love had been almost 20 years ago. She was probably more innocent than the majority of the students.

She screamed and grabbed the closest thing to her which was… Severus? It smelt like him and he was always dressed in those dark robes, but why would he be…molesting her. She couldn’t even bring herself to say the word rape.

Severus was reading each of her thoughts and just when she realized it was him and paused; he took advantage and plunged the rest of the way inside of her. She screamed out and tried to struggle. Severus held her firmly. In a few minutes he began to thrust. He set a very rapid pace and his hands were fondling her as his wings were gently holding her secure.

He found her clit and swiftly began to manipulate it. Her cries of fear became murmurs of pleasure. He slowed the pace until he was hitting her spot each time he thrust. He would interrupt the pattern to keep her from having an orgasm. He stroked her cheeks and then pulled them apart. When one long finger was inserted into her anus she screamed and came in the same moment.

Severus continued to stroke in and out of her. The dual sensations of him filling her quickly brought her to the edge again. This time as she came Severus joined her. His dick was crammed up to the balls and two of his fingers up to his knuckles.

He chuckled when he realized that Poppy had passed out from the orgasm. He turned loose of the overhead beam and with his wings outstretched he glided to the floor. Poppy was still clutched in his arms. Actually he was still buried in her. Severus had an overwhelming urge to take her from behind. Just the thought had him swelling. No that had to be latter. For now he needed to go and watch the final marking. The question was should he wake her up and get her to cooperate or lock her up?


Poppy opened her eyes and saw Severus with his dark wings still outstretched behind him. She tried to pull away from him and realized that their lower bodies were still connected. She looked in alarm at Severus.

“Poppy you really shouldn’t just barge in. Watching Mr. Malfoy go at Miss Granger gave me a rather huge erection that needed attention. I was perfectly willing to take care of my..erh..problem by myself. However, I could not turn down the chance to have a good fuck when it presented itself to me.”

Poppy had started to tremble and her body was shaking. It was really all of the stimulus he needed to decide he could spare another ½ hour.

His arms tightened around her as he flew back into the air. When he inverted both of their bodies she squealed. Severus shouted in delight. Who knew Poppy could be this much fun? Or tight?

He latched onto the beam and his wings secured Poppy in place. His hands were then free to roam.

Poppy was making frightened sounds in her throat. Severus was purring in her ear. Her fear had her clenching and struggling.

Severus actually laughed. “Why Poppy, did you think they were joking when they called me the Bat of Dungeons? He thrust as hard as possible and Poppy gasped. “The Big Bat of the Dungeons. It gives a whole new meaning to the words doesn’t it?”

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