For His Pleasure

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Her Lock Of Hair

Chapter Three

“That’s strange,” Narcissa mumbled as she and Severus approached Draco’s chambers.

“What is?” Her companion asked.

“Penny, she is not here,” she answered Severus who shrugged without care for the house elf.

Both adults took a deep breath, preparing themselves for the hellish screams, as Severus opened the door. Surprisingly enough, the screams did not come. Instead there was something else that made Narcissa’s heart skip a beat.

The room was full of light and there was still a tine smell of food floating around. Penny was approaching the late comers with wide smile and most importantly, Draco was very much awake.

“It’s a miracle, my lady.” Penny beamed. “The young lord, he’s well again.”

Draco was sitting up in his bed with his back propped against the headboard, running his fisted right hand over and over his face. Lucius set in the handsome armchair by his bedside, smiling gently at his shaken wife.

“What is going on in here?” Narcissa’s voice croaked. She felt like her heart was bleeding with happiness. After past three day her son was finally awake…and calm. What had changed since she and Severus left this place to find answers? “Draco?”

Draco pulled his hand from his face long enough to answer. “I’m fine, mother,” and then sniffed at it again. In a flash, his mother was kneeling on his bed; crushing him to her breast then pushing him away so she could take a good look at her son. “Honestly, mother, I feel better than I had ever felt in a long time.” He answered with a warm smile to his mother.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Narcissa sobbed. “I’m so happy to see you awake again,” she then sobered up and did something she hadn’t done in nearly a decade. Narcissa pulled at her son’s ear. “Don’t you dare put me through that again, you little brat,” she admonished.

“Mom,” Draco whined, “I’m the one on my death bed…you should be nicer to me.”

“Draco,” said the smoky voice of the forgotten professor.

“Hello, godfather.” Draco nodded to his dark potion master. “Did you find anything of the value back in Africa?”

“Yes. We have indeed,” Severus answered.

“Well?” Lucius snarled impatiently.

“We found the spike that had struck you, Draco.” Severus began. “It belonged to a creature known as the Southern Veela – a very rare and a magnificent creature.”

“What’s so magnificent about it?” Asked Draco with annoyance. “The bloody bird tried to kill me.”

“As to that, Draco, I must ask, why did the veela attack you?” Severus heard Draco mumble something under his breath but he wasn’t sure what. “Come again?”

“I said it was probably trying to protect its family.” Said Draco. “I’ve never seen such a creature before and was fascinated with it. So I wanted to examine the little buggers in the close proximities.” Taking a deep breath, Draco continued. “It was then that I heard a horrible sound and realized that I have been struck with one of the creature’s spikes.”

“Well, I must consider you the luckiest wizard in the world, Draco, because you’ve been struck by a female veela…had it been a male veela, I am afraid you would have been dead on the spot.” Explained the potion master.

There was a long deafening silence for a moment until Narcissa noticed something. Taking Draco’s right hand in her own, she frowned. “Draco, why do you have a lock of hair wrapped around your fingers?” She asked a bit disturbed. “To who does this lock of hair belongs to?” She asked with a sour face.

Draco brought the lock of hair to his nostrils, inhaled deeply, hungrily and then answered, “Hermione Granger.”

“Herm…how?” She looked at her quite husband.

“About an hour after you have left, Draco regained his consciousness and the episode began again. Once I brought my hand closer to his face, his fighting and pain ceased. However after a while, the scent of that witch probably started to fade and the pain returned. That’s when I sent Penny to retrieve any article that the girl possesses. Something she held dear to her, a book, her robes…anything.” Lucius explained. “Penny returned to us a few minutes later with that.” He sourly pointed at the shiny hair wrapped around Draco’s hand. “The moment Penny apparated back was the moment he became sane again. His eyes cleared, he had his voice back, and he just became his usual self.”

“Penny,” Severus turned to the elf. “What in the world possessed to get the girl’s hair, but what I really want to know is how did you manage to get that lock of hair? That righteous Gryffindor is known for hot temper, hexing anyone who says anything bad about that bush she calls hair, much less dares to touch it, including Draco and the other golden duo.”

“But sir,” Penny whimpered. “I did not see a bush, sir. I only saw the most beautiful, bounciest, shiniest, softest, chocolate curls that I had ever seen.” Draco salivated with each described word. “Plus, I was invisible and Miss did not see me as I snipped her hair from the back. She only felt and heard my spell to make her hair grow back. Miss must think this is some kind of prank played on her.”

“Oh, I assure you, Penny,” said Narcissa. “This is no prank. This is a life or death situation.” She huffed and looked at her son. “If I have to rip every strand of her hair with the roots to keep my son alive, than I will gladly do so.”

Narcissa suddenly found herself on her back on Draco’s soft bed with Draco’s hand wrapped tightly around her slender neck. She then felt his hot breath on her flushed cheeks. “If you ever threaten Hermione again, I will not look at you as a mother any longer, but as the enemy.” Draco declared even though knowing his mother made that statement for his own benefit, his nostrils flared, he breathed heavily and his eyes turned blood red. He seemed almost inhuman.

“Draco, you leave your mother alone!” Lucius commanded, standing up from his chair. “What has gotten into you?”

Shaking his head as he snapped out of his daze. Helping his mother into a sitting position, Draco was silent, not knowing how to excuse his reaction to his mother’s words.

Severus quickly walked to the bed where son and mother looked at each other in shock and tilted Draco’s face to examine it. The red sclera was turning white again and his breathing more mild. “Just as I suspected.” Severus said as he stepped back.

“Suspected what, Severus?” Lucius inquired. “Why my son nearly strangled my wife to death? Please share this theory with me because I sure as hell want to know!”

“What you witnessed just now was a typical reaction of a Southern Veela to his mate.” Severus declared. “His veins carry the blood of the Southern Veela as well as his own now and soon the veela blood will predominate him.”

“Meaning what?” Narcissa questioned, still holding her hand over her bruising neck. She did not want to be strangled by her son again.

“You see, many years of research suggest that all veela have a mate; a special someone just for them. They can’t choose their mate, because that mate has already been chosen, by whom, I know not.” Severus continued. “As of right now, Draco should claim his mate and bond with her before this whole fiasco kills him.”

“Are you comparing my son to some insignificant creature?” Lucius was furious as he hissed his displeasure. “And my son already has someone that was chosen for him, by me. He has Pansy Parkinson. It had been arranged for many years now.”

Draco visibly shuddered.

“I assure you, Lucius, that if you force this union, Draco will retaliate…or the veela in him will, unless Miss. Parkinson is his mate, which I highly doubt.” Since no one interrupted him, Severus continued. “The mate of a veela has to be compatible with him intellectually and sexually.”

“And where do you suppose Draco will find such a treasure?” Lucius asked sarcastically. He saw the way Severus looked at Draco’s hand…the one with Hermione’s lock of hair. His eyes widened of their own accord. “No! No! I will not allow it!” He shouted. “I will not allow some filthy mudblood to do anything with my son.”

It was a good thing that Lucius was out of his son’s reach, otherwise he would have experienced what his wife did just moments before. Severus caught Draco’s torso just before the young wizard tried to lunge his seeker body at his father. Severus was sure that the only reason he was able to hold Draco back was because he was still weak.

“Don’t you dare use that word on her,” Draco growled, his nostrils flaring once again as his eyes saw red.

Composing himself quickly, Lucius calmly replied, “Alright, son.”

Severus did not trust Draco to keep his temper at bay, so he stood as close to the wizard as he dared. He began explaining again, “Hermione Granger is the only young witch that I know off who can keep Draco on his toes. If fact, she is the only one in Hogwarts who can give as good as she gets. The girl is a little spitfire and doesn’t take shit from anyone…including me.” Severus smirked, thinking of all the time he tried to stump her in his class with difficult questions but failed miserably at least most of the time. “Sexually…she never interested me and I never heard the rumors about her with anyone, so I don’t know what to tell you about that.”

“Thank Merlin, that boy finished off the Dark Lord when he did…otherwise we could all be in grave danger.” Lucius mumbled referring to Harry Potter. Lucius secretly switched side a few months before the final battle nearly two months ago. Not too many wizards knew that. Harry Potter was one of the few who knew and he had no doubt that Hermione knew of this as well by now.

“Draco is still in grave danger,” Severus announced. “Do you think Ms. Granger’s scented hair will keep him sated forever? Sooner or later he’d have no choice but to mark her.”

“How would he mark her, or better yet how would we get her close to him?” Narcissa asked. “Their relationship is no secret. Everyone knows how much the two hate each other.”

“And this is, Narcissa, where your oath comes into play.”

“What oath?” Her husband asked.

“The oath I took promising to do anything if it means keeping my son alive.” She looked at her son who was barely keeping his eyes open. He looked so exhausted. “We have to bring Ms. Granger to Draco’s side anyway we can.” She whispered as she patted him gently on his head, lolling him to sleep. Sniffing at the hair once again, Draco finally slept.

“Penny, dim the lights.” Lucius ordered quietly. A second later only one candle was floating, illuminating the newly dim room. They all stood up and followed the candle out the door.

“I think he’ll be okay for the time being, but not for long.” Said Severus.

“Lucius, we need her…” Narcissa began.

“I know, darling.” Lucius kissed her hand gently. “Leave everything to me.”

The three adults went downstairs to advise a plan. They were going to keep Draco alive and there was no one, not even Hermione Granger herself that would stop them.


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