To Suffer a Veela

Hermione gasped as she felt her innocence rip away like dried, dead leaves swept away by the winds of a hurricane. The heat seeping into her body from the thick, pulsing, male organ inside her burned like a hot iron, and yet she whimpered when he pulled back slightly as if he meant to pull out. When he rammed himself back in to the hilt, she sighed in relief and gasped in pain. The part of her brain that remembered seven years of taunting and hatred was screaming at her to fight, to push him off. This was not how she was supposed to lose her virginity. The part of her brain that was affected by hormones, pheromones and obedience to the mark on her neck made her arch upwards and bring her knees up, widening the splay of her legs to allow him more access to her wet and bloodied channel.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he growled as he thrust into her. “You belong to ME. My witch, my female, my mate, my love.” As he spoke, he squeezed the flesh caught in his right hand harder as the burning sensation from the elements released from his claws trickled into her body. Instead of feeling raped, the oozing fluid increased the sensation of pleasure and the pheromones made her instinctively submissive to him, no matter how badly her subconscious wanted to fight him. Even though there was a steady burn in her channel from the tears, the copious amount of liquid secreted from her opening allowed him to glide in and out of her in sure, even strokes. Even the burning sensation felt glorious.

His pulsing shaft caressed a spot deep within her and each time it did, her stomach muscles would clench tighter and tighter. She’d had orgasms before, always self-induced, but nothing she had done with her own hand had ever given her this sense of urgency or made her gasp for air the way Draco’s cock did. His lips were alternating between gently worrying her nipples and sucking at various sweet, tender spots on her neck and shoulders. All the while he kept making noises in his throat that were a cross between a growl and a purr. She was quite certain she was going to pass out.

“Say you’re mine. Tell me you’re my witch,” Draco panted as he thrust into her, the roughness of his attack and the wetness released from his pheremones made each stroke inside of her a long, rough, exquisite torture. His body was taut like a bow string, tense from the effort and exertion. He let go of her wrists and she clung to his back and her finger nails left a red trail down his side as she drifted in and out of reality. “Say it!”

“I’m yours. I’mmmmm…….Oh gods!” she couldn’t think because the most intense orgasm of her life was washing over her and she could only scream her pleasure as the walls of her cunt clamped around the massive organ invading her body. Just when she thought it was over, the veela above her climaxed and the feel of his seed splashing against the walls of her uterus for the first time pushed her into another peak, making her vision go white as his manhood plowed through her and she felt her cells change because of his earlier mark and the DNA he was pushing into her with his claws.

“Mine,” he panted as he retracted his claws and she yelped at the pain of them being removed before he collapsed on top of her, his weight welcome. “All mine.” Hermione held onto him and drifted off into a euphoric haze of sleep.


Her body felt like gelatin. There was no way she was going to be able to even lift her arm to move the covers off of her body. Too bad, she was going to end up wetting the bed. Deciding that enough dignity had been lost in the past twenty-four hours, the head girl pushed the light green covers off her body and prepared to move to the edge so that she could find a tree to relieve herself behind. If she’d had her wand, she could’ve conjured a loo and some tissue. As it was, however, she should’ve wished for her wand so that she could move the heavy, sleeping male that had her fixed firmly to the mattress. He was lying so that his upper right portion of his torso was weighing the left part of her body down and his left leg was hooked around her calves whilst his arm curled around her waist and anchored her against his chest. She studied him a moment and felt the tug of an invisible thread that felt like an incredibly short leash. It felt like walking around with someone else’s finger in her ear. Surely the compulsion to stay within his reach didn’t expect her to wake him up to ask for permission to relieve her bladder, right?

Sneakily drawing her knees up towards she wiggled so that only her middle was constricted by his arm curled about her waist. As she wiggled again, it pulled her in closer to him and he gave a short, annoyed growl. Nervously, she tried to reason with him.

“I need to go to the toilet,” she whispered. “I promise I’ll just find a tree to go behind and…and I’ll come right back.” She couldn’t believe herself. She was asking permission to go to the toilet and she was practically an adult.

He half moaned, half growled and rolled over. If she wasn’t so scared of his reaction, she would have laughed at the picture in front of her. Draco Malfoy laying in front of her with his hair stuck up in all directions, one eye open and slight drool from his previously deep, restful sleep drying on the corner of his mouth was a hilarious sight, indeed. “A tree?” he asked. “Why would you need to find a tree? Just go to the loo on the other side of the door,” he imperiously commanded.

Hermione took the time to finally inspect her surroundings. She was obviously in a Hogwarts bedroom, but instead of being decorated in purple, green, red or yellow it was slate grey and midnight blue. She was in the Head Boy’s bedroom. Ignoring the fact that she had no memory of how she came to be there, or the fact that she had painful rug burn on her knees that she couldn’t recall from the night before, she scurried into the loo and finished her morning ablutions, including brushing her teeth. She was just rinsing her mouth out when she felt the insistent pull of him calling her on the mark on her neck.

“Did you really need that much time?” he asked as she ran back into the room and flung herself into his waiting arms. “It’s four a.m. You didn’t need to brush your teeth yet.”

Draco pulled at her body and trapped her under him. Without the use of his veela pheromones, Hermione could think much more clearly. His body was undeniably beautiful, but again, she felt no emotional pull towards him. Yes, he was fit, yes he had made her come, but she still thought he was a sneaky little ferret. A ferret that could control her at will because of the unfair situation she was in, unfortunately.

“Are you really that needy? I didn’t get to brush my teeth before bed last night, so they felt filthy. I wasn’t gone for more than four minutes,” she groused. Even though she was perturbed, it still felt good to be cuddled against him. Actually, she was trapped under him and he was nuzzling the side of her face and neck, but for some odd reason it was like taking a mild sedative. She felt relaxed and euphoric.

That’s three minutes too long,” he said against her neck and grunted when she moved her right leg out from under him because he was cutting off the circulation with his own heavy, muscular leg. His forehead had furrowed when she began her wiggling, but when it landed him with his groin against her center, he smiled and purred with satisfaction. Pressing her further into the mattress, he ground out, “That’s more like it. Don’t! Don’t try to get away from me!”

“I’m not trying to get away from you! I’m trying to get your sodding body off mine so that I can breathe. It’s like being trapped under a brick wall!” When Draco’s body had pressed down on hers, her already restricted lung movement was stopped completely. How could she have ever felt relaxed under him? He was going to smother the life out of her both figuratively and literally.

She thought he was going to press harder down on her, but instead he put his arms under her and rolled onto his back, bringing her up against his chest as he leaned against the padded head board. In this position she could feel his cock as it lengthened and hardened against her sore, tender sex. The position they were in was relaxed, but Hermione felt very uncomfortable. She wasn’t ready for anything more and it was quite obvious that he was. Her breasts were pressed up against his chest and his hands clasped themselves around her waist, forearms resting on her hips. Her head rested naturally at the crook of his neck, the top of it level with his angular jaw line. She held herself steady on his arms as she worried her bottom lip with her teeth, thinking.

Why was she suddenly and instantly attracted to him at times? She knew it was something hormonal, but she couldn’t figure out what. Also, what had he injected into her body last night? Obviously it had something to do with their mating, but why did there need to be two markings instead of just one? What was the difference between the venom in his fangs and the venom in his claws? She hadn’t looked at his hands that closely this morning, but they seemed no different than they’d always been. Were the claws retractable at will or did he have to have a high emotion coursing through him in order to bring them out? Did his whole hand change or just the finger tips? Would she be able to do the same thing? Did she have the same abilities to control him as he did her? Her mind was frantic with questions, but she didn’t want to ask him. Maybe if he fell asleep again she could go to her room and unpack her books and look in “The Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Encyclopedia”. It would give a much more detailed account of Veelas and their habits. Next she would have to go to Spellbinding Books in Hogsmeade and order some texts on what it entailed in being a mate.

“Stop it,” the man under her commanded without evening opening his eyes. It was clear from his tone that he not only expected her to know what he was talking about, but he also expected her to be quick to comply. As if!

“Stop what?” she asked, testily. She was more than slightly annoyed of his presumptiveness that he was somehow in charge of her.

“You’re thinking, over-analyzing again, and I don’t want to deal with it this early in the morning. The sooner you accept our situation, the easier it will be for both of us.” Draco’s hands were now running themselves appreciatively over her pale skin, molding themselves around her curves and pressing his long, graceful fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and sides.

“Then don’t deal with it, let me go to my room.” Hermione glared into his steely grey eyes without any evidence of backing down. She thought she had made a point, but his next move was both a shock and dreadfully anticipated. He wrapped his large, rough hands around the backs of her thighs, lifting her pelvis into the air as he spread her legs open and brought her dry, sore center down on the head of his cock, making her choke on the gasp she let out. “Ah! Please stop! It hurts!”

Looking at him through the tears in her eyes, she was surprised to see hurt and confusion in his normally harsh gaze. She wiggled her legs, trying to get away from his invasion, but he held her hips. Using her elbows as support, she pushed her torso up so that she was level with his face. They regarded each other a few moments before he leaned forwards and kissed her, biting at her lips. She was about to pull back when she felt the now familiar sensation of lust roll through her as he did whatever it was that he did that made her want him. As she kissed him back and the hands that once pushed him away now threaded through his hair, she felt him pushing her down further onto his erection.

“Sh, just relax and open up for me,” he commanded quietly and she complied. The wetness between her legs dripped down onto the blonde curls at the base of his cock as he gently, but firmly, guided her hips downward. Moving her hips in light circles, he worked her tight and recently torn sheath down over him, pausing each time they came to a new tear and she hissed in pain, but never ceasing to move towards his goal of impaling her. “Let me in, kitten.”

“I’m still sore,” she protested. It was then that she realized that the fog of lust was gone and she was actually still aroused while being able to think. Even though she was wet and her natural curiosity made her want to explore the situation further, she couldn’t get passed the fact that it was Draco Malfoy inside her body. “This…it just feels uncomfortable having you inside me.”

“It’s natural for us to be joined like this,” he said and gave a small moan as she readjusted herself, leaning forwards against his chest as he held her curvy arse in both hands and kissed her temple. “The reason you’re uncomfortable is because you’re fighting this. It’s not my fault you’re so willful and mulish. I’m only doing what had to be done.”

“What had to be done? What exactly is it that HAD to be done? You HAD to assault me? You HAD to rip my clothes up, forcing me to sneak into Hogwarts like a fugitive so that I wouldn’t indecently expose myself to the entire male population of our school? You HAD to kidnap me, naked, might I add, to drag me to the most dangerous place on school grounds?” She tried to lift herself from him, but he dug his fingers into her waist and his bruising grip held her fast while she thrashed around trying to dislodge herself. Despite her fury at being held against her will, she was aware that her movements were making the already erect penis inside her swell and harden even more and that was subsequently making her heated channel clamp down on it with even more heated strength.

“If I had wanted to, I could have come to the Weasel’s house this summer, beaten him to within an inch of his slimy, worthless life for touching what is mine and then ripped your clothes off and fucked you in the middle of their garden while the entire Weasel clan watched and I would have been perfectly within my rights! I didn’t have to give you the time until school started again, I could have come for you the second you turned seventeen. I don’t even have to let you stay in school. If I wanted to pull us both out of school and spend the next year with you tied to my bed, arse up, I could. I don’t want our children to have uneducated parents, however, so I’m letting you return to school with me. You’re being an ungrateful little chit, however, so I might go ahead and take us both home and hire a ministry official to give me my NEWTS and let you remain with an unfinished education, not letting you qualify for any job other than being the outlet for my lust and the bearer of my children. When I imprinted on you at the Yule Ball in fourth year, I wasn’t ready to have a bossy, know-it-all, self-righteous Gryffindor as my mate, but I accepted it. You should feel lucky that you were meant for me. You’d be wasted on any of those reprobates you knew before.”

She was incensed at his furious, annoyed gaze. “Well, excuse me if I’m not falling all over myself to start playing house with a pompous, arrogant, malevolent, spoiled brat who has no concern whatsoever for anyone but himself in this situation. Maybe you’ve had years of preparation for this, but I haven’t! Up until yesterday, I thought you hated me and the feeling was mutual! In fact, I’m fairly certain that’s still the way it is!”

Draco folded his legs under him and then pushed her onto her back. Their heads were now at the foot of the bed and he was once again on top of her. Slanting his lips over hers, he gave her one sure, deep stroke with his cock and toyed gently with her breasts as she stiffened in toe-curling pleasure under him.

“Does that feel like we hate each other?” he asked with a smirk.

A/N- Sorry it’s taking forever to update, but life is very hectic. I’m still very much a member of this fandom community. Reviews are like candy for my currently stubbornly dieting plot bunny. Cheers! G.C.