For His Pleasure

A Duet (Part I)

After a surprisingly homey breakfast of eggs, hash browns, buttered toast and a cold glass of vanilla soymilk, the veela made her eat, Narcissa and Draco gave Hermione a mini tour of the Malfoy Manor. “I must say, the manor does not look what I expected it to look,” Hermione couldn’t help but admit to the two Malfoys. Looking around the beautifully furnished drawing room, she smiled warmly, “I expected more of a gothic look.”

“And why is that, dear?” Narcissa asked with a warm smile.

“I guess it is because of the way you Malfoys dress and act. All black. All the time.”

“We do not.” Draco said defensively. He pointedly looked at his mother who was wearing a lavender colored silk house robe and then down at his own attire. He was still wearing his house slacks, a simple white shirt and comfy house slippers.

Hermione rolled her eyes and explained, “I meant the way you portray yourselves outside your home.”

“Yes,” Narcissa agreed. “You must understand however, my dear, we Malfoys can’t afford to show anyone but our immediate family and friends our true nature. Pretences must be kept at all times.”

“I guess I understand,” Hermione answered as she walk to the white piano, slowly opened the lid and played a few notes as she pondered. In the past hour Hermione couldn’t help but enjoy herself in the company of Draco and his mother. They acted completely different from what she remembered of them. She remembered Narcissa at the Quidditch World Cup, as she looked down her pointy nose at her and her friends. In the past hour however, Hermione came to realize that Narcissa Malfoy wasn’t as frigid and nasty, as the Weasleys always painted her to be, but as a warm, sweet woman and a loving mother to her son.

And Draco, she thought as she looked at him from the corner of her eyes. This was not the same boy who bullied her for the past six years. This new Draco joked and laughed with her with such freedom that made her heart swell with happiness.

Hermione couldn’t believe how out of character the Malfoys were acting. Or maybe this really was in their character and what they showed the outsiders was out of it. Hermione shook her head in confusion. Whatever the case, she liked this side of them better.

Turning to face the Malfoys again, Hermione asked them, “Do you play?”

“Yes,” Narcissa answered. “It is a pureblood tradition to be able to play a classical instrument such as piano or a violin. Like myself, Draco had been taught to play piano. Lucius however, plays the violin.”

“Do you play any instruments, Hermione?” Draco asked hopefully.

“Actually I don’t,” she confessed and then added. “I sing though.”

“Oh, that’s lovely, dear,” Narcissa clapped her hands in delight. “It is such a rarity for a witch or a wizard to have the ability to sing. I must admit that this is one of the few areas where muggles are ahead of us.”

“Maybe we could do a duet sometimes,” Draco proposed.

“I don’t know about that,” Hermione said nervously.

“Oh yes. Tonight after dinner.” Narcissa said excitedly.

“Oh, Mrs. Malfoy, I could never…”

“I don’t want to hear it, young lady.” Narcissa stated stubbornly. “You two have a nice morning now, while I go and send some dinner invitations.” She said dismissively and walked out of the drawing room.

“Well, you’ve done it now.”

“Done what?” She asked him confused.

“You opened a can of warms and the only way to close it is to pacify my mother.” After another bewildered look from his mate, Draco explained. “My parents have a soft spot for anything musical. There is no way of going around it now so we might as well perform a piece together and get it over with.”

“But I don’t want to,” she whispered and began to back away from the piano.

“Scared Granger?” Draco suddenly whispered arrogantly into her ear as he stood behind her. He smiled in triumph when he realized that that did the trick when Hermione sharply turned to face him, her eyes blazing afire.

“You wish, Malfoy,” she whispered back hotly and then stomped out of the room. She heard Draco growl behind her and wasn’t sure whether it was due to his frustration with her or something else.

Draco’s desire increased ten folds for her. He loved it when she stood her ground. He prayed to whatever force was out there to never break her spirit. Taking a deep breath, Draco quickly caught up to her. “Come on, I’ll show you the library.”

***

About two hours had passed when Hermione finally admitted defeat when she fell asleep in one of the leather armchairs in the massive and rare library with a thick veela titled book on her lap. Hermione was so tired; she never felt as Draco’s strong arms lifted her as though she was nothing more than a toddler and then carried her upstairs to his chambers.

As quietly as possible, Draco placed her body in the center of the bed while setting himself right next to her. He propped himself on his elbow and watched her take deep, steady breaths, the swell of her breasts gently rising and falling. Draco couldn’t help it when he had a sudden urge to hold her, so he did just that. He gently, yet possessively enveloped his arms around her body and pulled her closer to his. Dipping his face in the cradle of her neck and shoulder, he sniffed the wonderful fragrance of her skin and hair and too fell asleep.

***


Hermione woke up a few hours later with a start when something soft and wet lazily glided along the side of her neck. “Draco,” she moaned when she finally remembered the events that led her to what she presumed were the Slytherin’s chambers. “What are you doing?”

“Having my way with you,” he mumbled along the side of her neck.

“I would actually appreciate if you would keep you distance, Malfoy.” Hermione requested as she pushed him away from her.

Draco thought her request was worst than a bucket of ice going into his trousers. He grimaced his features and rolled to his side of the bed. “I thought it was okay now…that things were different between us…”

“Draco…” Hermione said in frustration as she got of his bed and looked down at him. “This is all too soon, you know. I mean I just had all the choices of any possible future that I would want for myself taken away from me over night…you cannot expect that I would just cooperate and sit with my hands placed over my lap without even trying to gain some control back into my life.”

“No one is asking you to do that…” Draco flared in his own defense. “I gave you a choice…”

“Oh yes…” Hermione pretended to wonder. “Be mine or meet the actions of your consequence in Azkaban.”

“That’s not true and you know it!” Draco was frustrated now. “I was not who invented this law…I would never want to see you unhappy.”

Hearing that, Hermione calmed a bit because she knew he was right. Draco was stuck in the situation just as badly as she was. “Look, Draco, all that I am saying is that I need some time to…”

“I don’t have that privilege, Granger.” Draco sighed in defeat as he got off the bed. “I know that this is going too fast and that we both need more time to get to know each other. If this was a normal situation I would probably have no problem with us taking some time to our selves, but this is not a normal situation, Hermione.”

“I know,” she sighed as well. “I am just afraid of the unknown, you know, such as what exactly is required for us do when it is time to bond.” She couldn’t help but blush at the direction her mind was taking her.

Draco nodded in agreement. “From what I understand the bond requires a mark of some sort, which a veela is suppose to initiate on his mate. I honestly don’t know anything else. It is different for every veela.”

“How long do we have?” She asked quietly, her eyes shimmered with the unshed tears. Draco’s heart contracted at the sight of her. He fished out the letter that was sent by Fredrick Delacour for her to read.

Hermione slowly opened the written mass and read it. She knew for a fact that the Delacours were in fact caring veela blood, or so that was the word on the street. Reading a letter from someone who actually experienced being a veela was a whole different story. She took in a couple of deep breaths as she read the part about the mark taking place as soon as possible and the wedding that had to follow soon after.

Honest to Gods, as strong as she thought she was, Hermione felt like fainting at that moment. Letting Draco mark her to save him from perishing was one thing but getting married? She needed to sit down and think logically about this.

Sitting next to her on his bed, Draco gently took one of her hands and pressed it to his lips. He was satisfied by the way she gently shuddered at his simple gesture. “We are going to get through this, you know.” He stated in a matter of fact. She nodded and he smiled in return. At least she was cooperating. “Hey,” he tilted her chin so she was looking at him. “Why don’t we go back down stairs and practice a duet together? We can continue this subject for later tonight.”

She actually smiled gently at that idea. Anything to deter the inevitable; “I always did find my self more relaxed when I was singing.”

Nodding, Draco stood up once again and pulled her up as well. Possessively placing his hand on her lower back, Draco guided her from his room. Tonight couldn’t come fast enough for Draco because he knew that no matter how long and hard she struggled, she was going to be his tonight. He would make sure of it…or at least his veela side will.


TBC…

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Her mind became hazy with pleasure that she didn’t feel her thighs being parted.
He lunged forward burying his fangs deeply into the cradle between her neck and shoulder claiming her as his. Pumping his venom into her bloodstream