For His Pleasure

The Morning After…

The morning sun was filtering the room when Draco stretched himself awake. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and then brought his fist to his nose. Hermione’s hair was still wrapped around it. Groaning, he brought his free hand to his surprisingly aroused member. Frowning, he took one long lingering breath of vanilla around him. His nostrils flared and his member pulsed painfully. It seemed that Hermione’s fragrance was all around him, not just in the palm of his hand. Where did that smell come from? Carefully he set up in his bed, one knee drawn to his chest, as he slowly looked around his room. There was nothing out of order, however.

Ever so slowly, Draco placed the lock of hair on his nightstand and his feet on the cool flooring and carefully stood up. Looking down at his tented green boxers, Draco winced as he tried to push the stubborn organ down, only to have it bounce back against his stomach. He couldn’t remember the last time he had such a hard on.

Deciding that he needed a cold shower, Draco slowly walked to the door of his private bathroom. He walked carefully since he hadn’t been on his own feet since this whole nightmare started a few days ago. Draco wondered what had changed. Taking another deep breath of air, Draco would later swear that he felt his body vibrate as he inhaled the pleasant vanilla smell.

Well what ever it was giving his body the newfound energy; he hoped it would never end.

After a long satisfying shower, Draco put on his house slacks, a simple white shirt and comfy house slippers. His stomach was growling, demanding to be fed. Draco had no objections to that. Opening his bedroom door, Draco was startled to find an even more startled Penny looking back at him.

“Oh master,” Penny began as her oval eyes watered. “You are well. What joy it is to see you up and about, master.”

“Thank you, Penny.” Draco smiled at the creature. Despite of what everyone believed of him, Draco Malfoy always cherished what belonged to him, including house elves. “It’s good to be well.” He then gently patted her on her head, silently thanking her for all that she had done. “Where are mother and father?” It was too early for his father to go to the ministry.

“They have just begun to eat their breakfast. Would you like to join them?” She asked hopefully.

“Yes, I would,” he answered and followed Penny through the hallway and down the stairs until they finally reach the grand dining room. As the tall doors opened for him, Draco couldn’t help but smile at his startled parents and the potion master. “Good morning, all.”
“Oh honey,” Narcissa embraced her son when he reached the table. “I am so glad that you are alright.”

“We all are, son.” Added Lucius as he too stood up and patted his son on the back.

“Yes, well, I honestly have no clue as to why I all of a sudden feel better than I ever had before,” he stated happily. Draco set down next to his mother. He looked at Snape, who was sitting next to his father and asked, “Did you stay here the whole night, Professor?” Draco loaded his plate with pancakes as he waited for the answer.

“Yes,” Snape replied silkily and sipped his coffee. “Your parents were more than gracious, offering me a spare room. I wanted to be near by in case…”

“I understand and thank you for all that you’ve done for me.” Draco was really moved by the warm look in his professor’s eyes. After eating his fill, Draco set back and asked, “Well, what have you exactly found out?”

“I wrote a letter to Fredric Delacour, Fleur’s father last night. She was one of the champions at the tri-wizard tournament three years ago, if you recall.” Lucius took out the letter out of his pocket and handed to Draco. “This came in late last night, which really surprised me.”

“Lucius, darling,” his wife said in a soothing voice. “There is nothing to be surprised about. If you would remember, France is a day ahead of us.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “Anyway, I mentioned what happened to you and this is what he had to say.” He gestured for Draco to read aloud.

Draco complied,

“Dear Lord Malfoy,

Although many believe that being attacked by a creature that is one hundred percent veela is a curse, I do not. My great grandfather became a veela the same way your son was. When your son had been pricked by the Veela’s spike, he became much more than a wizard. His blood is going through a change. It usually takes three days to see if the victim will survive or die.

The only way the victim can survive is by finding his or her ‘soul mate’ sort-of-speak. Founding the one might be as easy as sniffing the fragrance their respected half carries. I assume if Draco will come out of this state soon, he had found the one who would forever belong to him.

It is very crucial that he should find his mate and mark her as soon as humanly possible because knowing whom it is simply won’t be enough. I wouldn’t know how Draco would mark his chosen since every veela has their own way. Once the mark is made, the veela in Draco would never allow his mate to be too far away from him, so the marriage might be in order.

If for any reason Draco’s mate should refuse before the marking, or die for any reason after, he will too fallow. Veela cannot survive without his mate. Our mates to us are as important as the air and water for you when it comes to surviving. Unfortunately, my younger brother was one of the few veela that had been rejected. He died soon after when his mate chose someone else over him. She had paid for it though; because ancient wizarding law states that no matter what relationship the Veela’s mate is in, whether engaged or married with children, the mate has to become the mate in every sense of the word.

My brother’s mate resides in Château De’vill, the most guarded wizarding prison in France for the past thirty years and will do so until the day she dies. Refusing to bond with the veela is as the same as performing the Avada Kadavra curse.

I have enclosed some of the old veela and law books concerning veela. If Draco’s mate is as bullheaded as my brother’s mate was than these books should really come in handy. I doubt that anyone wants to live his or her entire life in Azkaban.

On a positive side, once the bonding is completed, your son and his mate are insured an extra two hundred years of life if there is nothing to interrupt it. Just look at my great grandfather, two hundred and fifty years old but doesn’t look a day older than sixty and still gets it on with my nana. He has about one hundred and fifty more years to go.

If you have anymore questions about this topic please don’t hesitate to contact me again. I hope that there will be an owl at my window with a wedding invitation for me in the near future.

With all my respect,
Lord Fredric Delacour”

The first thing Draco said after folding the letter and handing it back to his father was, “I’m doomed.”

“Now, now, Draco,” drawled Severus. “You have no reason to panic.”

“No reason to panic?” Draco asked, his temper rising. “Did you not understand whom exactly my mate was last night? It’s the know-it-all Hermione Granger – one third of the Golden Trio. The one and only witch in school that can’t stand the sight of me.”

“I am perfectly aware whom you are referring to,” Severus growled. “If you would remember she is, like yourself, one of my pupils in my class so cut the attitude, boy.”

Not paying any attention to his professor, Draco continued to rant. “This is the worst thing that could ever happen. Why for Salezar’s sake did it have to be her of all the witches in the world, for my mate? Fate is really having a ball at my expense, isn’t she? I’ll probably die before she lets me to come close to her not to mention give me the time of day to explain my situation.” Looking at his parents, Draco said in defeated, “Mother, father, you might as well make the funeral arrangements right now; invite the media, order the coffin, I prefer mine in platinum by the way.”

“You stop talking rubbish this instance, young man.” Narcissa snapped. “We did not go through last night for nothing. I will not have you worry yourself to death.”

“What happened last night?” Draco asked bewildered, sipping his fresh orange juice.

“We visited the Grangers, last night.” Lucius answered. Draco’s eyes widened. “Hermione’s parents were not what I would have expected for the muggles to be, I must say.”

“And?” Draco probed, still shocked that his parents willingly entered the home of muggles.

“We told them our delicate situation,” Narcissa answered and then added. “You know darling, I believe that if Hermione hadn’t flatly refused, George Granger would have been on our side.”

“Yes,” agreed Lucius. “I thought along the same lines.”

“So that’s it?” Draco asked confused. “She refused, which is no surprise to me, and you came back?” To what he knew of his father, Draco couldn’t believe that he came up empty handed. Lucius Malfoy never did anything in vain. Draco collected himself and asked, “What did you do when they refused?”

“What did you think I did, son?” Lucius asked exasperation.

“You mean,” eyes wide, heart thundering, Draco swallowed. “She is here…in the manor…right this minute?” Both parents gave him toothy grins. “I…I have to see her,” he stammered as he stood up unsteadily. “Where?”

“She is sitting in one of your mother’s gardens, pondering over her new found responsibility and enjoying the view, I presume.”

“What do I do? What do I say?” He looked too nervous for his parent’s liking.

“You first calm down,” ordered Lucius. “Then, you calmly approach her and turn on that Malfoy charm you’ve been writing to me about.” Nodding Draco started for the gardens.

“Draco,” Severus stopped him. “Although, Ms. Granger knows the consequences for resisting the veela bond, she is a stubborn girl. If you don’t approach her the right way, she won’t hesitate to sent you to your death and herself to a lifetime in Azkaban.”
Nodding in understanding, Draco continued to the rose garden.

Draco Malfoy was not ready to die and so would do everything in his power to win over the stubborn Gryffindor.

TBC…

A/N: I know that I promised you a Draco/Hermione scene. Sorry about that. The next chapter is almost done. I promise you a great interaction, including a lemon, hehe. Anyway, PLEASE review this chapter and I will have the last one by the end of the weekend. Yes, one more chapter to go. I want to finish One In A Million after this story is completed.

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