What A Malfoy Wants

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A/N: I can never apologize enough for the long wait. I was concentrating on my novel for a contest over at TWCS, which I didn’t win, and then I took a little break from writing. I also work at Wal-Mart and I managed to work almost eighty hours last week. I’m pooped but I really wanted to update this. I know exactly what is going to happen, so I want to hurry up before I lose my train of thought. Hopefully I have not lost all of my readers. This chapter is all about Draco and Hermione. I hope you enjoy it.


Chapter 4


His grey eyes pierced into her own brown ones intensely. She straightened herself up and immediately decided that running into Malfoy wasn’t a bad thing. Once she told him what his son had done, he could get everything sorted. He wouldn’t want his only heir to be cavorting around with the likes of her.


“Malfoy,” she stated evenly. “It’s Weasley now as I’m sure you’ll remember. And no, I have not fallen off the beaten path as you so eloquently put it. I was abducted and brought here. I’ll give you three guesses as to who it was.”


He studied her quietly as she spoke. She noticed that his eyes seemed to linger on her neck. She shifted nervously under his intense stare. It was unnerving. Scorpius looked so much like him, it was almost as if she was standing in his presence. When he didn’t say anything, she continued on hoping that he would accept what she was about to offer. She just wanted to go home.


“I don’t want to press any charges. I think that Scorpius has some issues that he needs help dealing with and I don’t think that punishing him is the way to go about helping him. I just want to go home and you can deal with him as you see fit,” she said. His eyes hardened at her pronouncement so she tacked on another stipulation. “I will take a vow of secrecy if you are worried that I would say anything. I’m good for my word.”


He stepped toward her so she countered by taking a step backward. He fairly radiated with power. She could feel it caressing her aura and she didn’t like it. She could never remember him being this imposing during school. It didn’t help the she was wandless. It left her feeling off-balance and she didn’t like it.


His eyes flashed briefly, just as his son’s had before. Why did they do that? She remembered reading something at one time about what it meant when someone’s eyes flashed silver. But she couldn’t remember. Maybe she really did hit her head harder than she thought. She watched warily as Malfoy withdrew his wand. She should run. Maybe he was going to hex her. Or even worse. He was a death eater during the war, even if he switched sides at the last moment.


She trembled as he raised it slowly, flinching when he aimed it at her head. She was confused by the sadness that was swimming in his pale eyes. She closed her eyes when he muttered the incantation.


“Siccus.”


Heat flowed over her, drying her hair into soft and shiny curls. Hermione opened her eyes in surprise. Did Draco Malfoy just do something nice for her? She felt like she was lost in some weird, twisted alternate universe.


He sighed heavily as he pocketed his wand. “Why don’t we go to my study, Granger? You look a little peaky. You look like you could do with a spot of tea. Then we can discuss our little problem.”


Hermione eyed him warily. This was not the boy that she had grown up with. This was man. A man that strongly resembled his father. A father that taught him that people like her had no business even existing. But what was she going to do? She had been wandering around the manor for quite some time and was no closer to finding the way out than she was when she was trapped in Scorpius’ room. Finally she relented.


“Lead the way.”


She followed behind Malfoy as he made his way to their destination. She looked around constantly for things that could help her mark her path later if she had a reason to flee. She hadn’t survived the Great War for no reason. She was nothing if not always prepared.


She followed him through a doorway and stopped short as she recognized the room. It was the drawing room. The same room where the evil Bellatrix Lestrange had tortured her. The furniture was different but the rugs and the walls were the same.


“It’s just a room, Granger. No use in getting worked up over nothing,” he drawled arrogantly. “Have a seat.” It wasn’t an offer, it was a command. She wanted to remain standing out of spite but she realized that he was the best chance she had at getting out of here at the moment. It would do her no good to fight with him.


She sat down in a chair across form his massive mahogany desk. He nodded his head and then called for his elf. “Tink!”


The little elf popped in next to his elbow and bowed. “What can I’s be doing for the master?”


“I need a pot of tea for our guest. Maybe also some biscuits, please.”


Hermione was shocked by the courtesy that he showed the small creature. He was so different from how he had been in school. Her hope soared that maybe he would just let her go home. If he was this nice to his elves, then surely things were looking up for her.


The little elf beamed before bowing low again. “I’s being pleased to get what master requests.”


She popped away leaving them alone in the room again. Malfoy crossed the room gracefully to the sideboard and poured himself a glass of firewhiskey. Then he sat in his chair behind his desk. He sipped his drink as he regarded her carefully. Again she could feel his gaze linger on her neck, where she knew that Scorpius had left bruises from his attentions earlier.


She cleared her throat, uncomfortable with his close scrutiny. Finally, she couldn’t take the silence any longer. “Why do you still call me Granger? It’s not my name any longer.”


He smirked that infamous smirk, the same expression that he had worn often during school. “You’ve always been Granger to me. I never recognized you as a Weasley.”


Her curiosity was peaked but she was interrupted in her questioning by the return of the elf. She placed the tea service next to Malfoy. “That will be all. Thank you, Tink.”


The elf bowed again. “I’s happy to serve the master and the new mistress.” She left again with a loud crack.


Wait. What did that mean? New mistress? “What did she mean, Malfoy?” she demanded.


Malfoy looked unruffled as he prepared her tea for her. She watched incredulously as he added the milk and sugar just how she liked it. What the hell was going on here?


“I knew this was going to happen,” he said, talking more to himself than her. “I tried to tell him all those years ago that he was just prolonging the inevitable but he wouldn’t listen.” He slid the cup over to her as she watched him closely. He was as mad as his son.


“What are you talking about?” she questioned. She was as baffled by his words as she was by his actions.


He took a large gulp of his whiskey and sighed a long suffering sigh. He pinched the bridge of his nose before diving in. “Tell me, Granger. What do you know about veela?”


“It’s Weasley,” she reminded him. “I only know what they taught us in school. They are very secretive creatures.”


“Well, Granger,” he retorted, emphasizing her last name. “I know a great deal more. It’s the Malfoy legacy. Passed from generation to generation. Father to son for thousands of years.”


She was even more confused. “Aren’t all veelas females?” she questioned.


He shrugged his shoulders. “A myth, while rare male veelas do exist. The proof is sitting before you.”


That didn’t clear up anything. So he was a veela. That didn’t explain what he was rambling on about a minute ago.


“I don’t understand,” she confessed, which was extremely difficult given who it was she was talking to. “What does that have to do with anything?”


He raised his eyes to hers, paralyzing her with his burning stare. “It has everything to do with this. I’m a veela and you were my mate. The mate that I never claimed because my father forbid it. The mate that I’ve had to watch marry another man and bear his children. The mate that I’ve had to watch from afar and content myself with the knowledge that she was happy. It’s what has kept me going for this long. The mate that is now the mate of my only son. You asked why I call you Granger? It’s because in my mind and heart you never became a Weasley. You belonged to me and my family and you will be Granger until you become a Malfoy.”


Hermione was shocked into silence. Malfoy was a veela, which made absolute sense. The pale hair and eyes and the unnatural beauty were all characteristics of veela. She also remembered the effect that Malfoy had on the female population back in school. Scorpius has the same problem that his father had.


But she couldn’t be his mate much less the mate of his teen-age son. “What did you just say?” she replied, her voice laced with real fear. Veelas were very possessive and jealous creatures. If she was Malfoy’s mate she was in real trouble. She was married to another man. One that he loathed in the best of circumstances. She had bore his children. She knew that he had to be exercising extreme restraint against his baser instincts at the moment.


“You are my mate, Granger. And Scorpius’. My Father’s interference in my claiming of you has caused a big problem. I knew it the moment that Scorpius turned thirteen and he had his mate dream. He is approaching his maturity. His birthday is next week on Christmas Eve. At midnight, he will go through the change. He will become a fully fledged veela.”


Hermione rose from her chair in a panic. She had to get out of here. She couldn’t stay another minute. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? Of course he was! He said the she belonged to him and his family. Over her dead body! She was happily married! How on earth did he expect her…. What did he expect? He said that she was his mate and Scorpius’. Did he expect her to be with the both of them?


She shuddered at the thought. No, she wouldn’t do this. She turned to flee and ran into a very large, warm body. How had he moved so fast? He was in the chair when she turned for the door. He wrapped his arms around her struggling form and pressed his nose into her hair. He moaned in pleasure as he inhaled deeply.


“I’ve waited so long for this, Granger. You smell so good. Like honeysuckles and vanilla. It makes my mouth water,” he rasped huskily.


She pushed against him franticly as his arousal pressed into her stomach. This was not happening, it couldn’t be happening. “Please,” she pleaded. “I’m married. You’re married. Perhaps Scorpius is mistaken. I could just go home. We could forget that any of this has happened.”


He pulled on her silky tresses forcing her to look him in the eyes. She shivered from the heat that was in his gaze as his eyes flashed dangerously. “As of this moment, your marriage no longer exists. I’ve already contacted the ministry. It is well within a veela’s rights to claim their mate even if she is married. The law, your law that you lobbied for, protects the rights of endangered magical beings. Your marriage has been dissolved, it’s as if its never existed.”


She reeled from his words. She wasn’t Hermione Weasley any more? “I’ll press charges,” she threatened weakly as he nipped at her tender neck. Why did they always seem to pay more attention to her neck? Her knees buckled as he licked a particularly sensitive spot.


He chuckled darkly against her flesh. “That was also within a veela’s rights, love. I could hold you down a and fuck you right in front of that Weasel and they couldn’t do anything about it. Once a veela makes it’s claim there is nothing you can do to break it. The law is on the veela’s side. I was slowly wasting away because of my bigoted father. But you were happy and I saw no need to disrupt all of our lives. Then Scorpius had the dream. I will not allow him to suffer as I’ve suffered. He will claim you as his after his birthday.”


She struggled against him as he suckled on her neck like it was the made of spun sugar. She couldn’t let this happen. She didn’t want to be bound to the Malfoy family. She was content with her life. She breathed deeply and felt her resolve weaken as she inhaled his powerful scent. He smelled of mint and freshly mown grass. Pheromones. She sagged against him as she resisted the urge to throw herself at him.


“Why?” she asked as her eyes glazed with unshed tears. “You hate me and all that I stand for. What about Pansy?”


He wiped at her tears with the pad of his thumb. “Pansy has known since the beginning. It doesn’t bother her. She got the prestige of the Malfoy name and the pureblood heir that her father was after. We’ve agreed to part ways after the holidays. She will get the house in Italy and enough money to see to her comfort for the rest of her life.”


Her mind reeled from the implications in his statement. He was leaving Pansy. He expected her to bond with both him and his son. In a triad. Her knees gave out and he caught her before she hit the floor. The last thing she saw were the piercing silver eyes of a concerned veela before she slipped into unconsciousness.

End Note: Soooo…. What did you think? Did you like the twist? I don’t know how many more chapters will be in this fic. Maybe two or three more. I need some advice, too. Would you rather see a happily ever after or a dark ending? Tell me in a review and I will do my best to accommodate. Hopefully the wait won’t be as long this time.