What A Malfoy Wants

What A Malfoy Wants

Chapter 5


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A/N: See, so the wait wasn’t terribly long this time. Not as quick as I would like either. Oh well, here’s the next installment. Enjoy!


Draco Malfoy stared down at the unconscious form of his mate with concern. There wasn’t anything wrong with her per say, it was just the shock of finding out everything the way that she had. It wasn’t the way that he had planned springing all this on her. His hormonal veela teen-age son had forced his hand when he brought the witch home for the holiday.


He looked over at his son who was gripping her hand and stroking her hair lovingly. He was so very angry at his son at first. He had to move swiftly to keep Weasley from pressing any charges. Of course the dolt had no idea that his wife was at Malfoy Manor but he would soon find out. Draco had gone straight to the ministry and made his petition for his claim on Hermione. He had given testimony as well as pensieve evidence of both his mate dream and Scorpius’.


It was all over in a matter of minutes. It was only his good fortune that Granger had lobbied after the war for more rights for endangered magical beings. They annulled her marriage to Weasley and placed her under his guardianship. It was true what he had told her. She belonged to him and Scorpius now. Nothing she did could change that fact.


It was also something that was unheard of. The experts wanted to do a study to find out the implications if a veela reproduced with someone other than their mate, to see if it always resulted in the veela offspring having the same mate as their parent. Draco had balked. He was not some bloody science experiment and neither was his son. He was doing all this for his son. He would not let him suffer the way that he suffered over the years.


He liked Pansy. He really did. But she was not his mate. He had watched from afar as Hermione had lived her life. It hurt him unbearably to think that she was happy with another but it was the cold, hard truth. He became somewhat of a recluse so that he could avoid seeing her in public, afraid that he couldn’t control his instincts if he saw the Weasel touch her. It wouldn’t endear him to her if he killed her husband even if it was his legal right.


That was another question the experts wanted to examine. How would both Himself and Scorpius coexist being Hermione’s mate? Veela’s were highly jealous and possessive creatures. In every other case in the past in which there was a double-claim, the veela’s had fought until the death over their mate. Draco felt no compulsion to hurt his son. In fact, he was going to allow his only son to claim the witch first. It was necessary. There was a sizeable age gap between Miss Granger and his son. It really wasn’t much when you consider that a veela and their mate often live over two hundred years but it was still noticeable.


When Scorpius initiates the bond, he will inject his venom into the witch altering her DNA. This chemical cocktail will slow down her aging so that it becomes negligible until Scorpius catches up to her. Once they are the same age, she will begin to age once more. Once Draco placed his mark on her, he would ingest some of her blood in the ritual and he would stop aging as well until his son caught up to him.


It really was quite remarkable the way it worked. It had happened often enough that it was well documented. He had pulled his books from the family library on veela’s and placed them beside Hermione’s bed. He knew she would want to research everything. It was what she did. Hopefully, once she saw that there was no way out, she would be more accepting of him and his son.


He could seduce her with his pheromones. Scorpius would be able to do the same after his birthday next week and he reached his full maturity. But he didn’t want that. He wanted her willing. Call him sentimental but it would mean more if she accepted him for who he was instead of being compelled to do so. Don’t get him wrong though, when it came down to it, he would do whatever had to be done. He’d suffered long enough. Once she was bonded to the two of them, there was no turning back.


He sighed again and turned back toward the sleeping witch. She really was beautiful. Of course, she had always been beautiful to him. Even back at school when he had teased her and been so cruel to her. It was his back-handed way of protecting her. By seeking her out and proclaiming that she was his to torment, he had kept the rest of the snakes from his house from pouncing on her.


He had flown into a rage when his Father proclaimed that he would not act on his claim to the gorgeous Gryffindor. If he hadn’t been such a bloody coward back then he would have defied his Father. But that really wasn’t a choice. They were in the midst of war. He was a Death Eater and Voldemort had taken up residence at his house. No, it wasn’t safe for him or her.


By the time it was all over, she was engaged to the Weasel and she was happy. He had confided in Pansy and she had agreed to their union with the stipulation that he would provide her a pureblood heir but at any time he could dissolve their marriage. She would be well cared for and would be given her favorite house in Italy. It was good for all of them.


Draco suffered in silence for years. He knew he wasn’t what he used to be. Sometimes he didn’t seem to have any energy. He felt far older than his thirty years suggested. Then Scorpius had the dream and it changed everything. He read everything he could get his hands on and consulted every other veela he knew. Their unique situation was entirely unheard of. It was the first time that a father and a son had the same mate.


Draco was willing to stand back and allow Scorpius to claim the witch. Even though she was his first, Scorpius was his only son and he loved him dearly. Sometimes, Scorpius was the only thing that kept him going. Even though it meant that Draco would die young, he would make that sacrifice for Scorpius.


It had been Scorpius’ idea to form the triad. So Draco went back to his books to research some more. Veela triads were almost unheard of. The only instances they had occurred was when brothers claimed a single mate. There was no example of a father and son. They decided in the end that it would seem strange if they were intimate with each other. Draco certainly held no attraction in that manner for his son. It gave him the shivers thinking about it. If they were intimate with the witch at the same time, it would merely be for her pleasure. They also decided that any children would be fathered by Scorpius. It would be strange if Hermione gave birth to Scorpius’ brother.


Draco eyed the witch warily. She had a wicked temper and she would not be happy when she awoke. He couldn’t fathom how Scorpius had handled her thus far. It could be the fact that he had confiscated her wand. That was probably a good thing. She was a devious little thing if any of the stories he had heard were true. He would have to warn his son to watch his back at all times. Especially once she had her wand back.


“Father,” his son’s voice broke through his musings.


“Yes,” he answered.


“Is she,” he watched as the young man’s throat constricted as he swallowed. “Is she going to be alright?”


He smiled warmly at his son. “She’ll be fine Scor. She had a shock. Her mind is merely taking time to process.”


He nodded and turned back toward Hermione. “You don’t think we need the Healer? She hit her head when I stunned her. She complained about it earlier,” he murmured softly. “I gave her a pain potion laced with a sleeping draught but I didn’t know how to heal her head.”


“Relax, Scor.” Draco placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I healed her head after she fainted. She will be fine. I can feel it.”


“How come you can feel her better than I can?” he asked petulantly. “It’s not fair.”


Draco chuckled inwardly. He sounded just like him sometimes and it was uncanny. “You are not yet mature, Scor. After next week, we will be on more equal footing. Of course, I still have the experience and the good looks.”


Scor looked at Draco slyly. “Experience could be construed as age Father. I definitely win in that department.”


“Are you saying that I’m old, Scor? Miss Granger is my age, and I wouldn’t let her hear you calling her old. She is downright fiendish with her retribution. You have no idea what you are getting yourself into,” Draco challenged.


Scor smirked, his father‘s smirk. “That’s where you are wrong, Father. You couldn’t compete with Hermione in the brains department, where as I have those in abundance. Ravenclaw has stood me in good stead.”


Draco smirked back at his son. “Good, I’ll let you break the rest of the news to our beautiful mate. You can tell her that she has resigned her post at Hogwart’s.”


“What did you just say, Draco Malfoy?”


The voice was quiet, deadly, and downright terrifying to the Malfoy patriarch and his son. It would seem that their mate was awake and she was angry.

End Note: So, what did you think? Not much action but I wanted to clear up a few details and explain how it was all going to work. I also wanted to elaborate on what Draco was feeling. Tell me what you think. I love to hear your comments. What did you think of the end? Hermione isn’t going to take all this lying down. Next chapter, the showdown. Who do you think will win?