The Lord and Lady\'s Veelas

Pairings: Brief Draco/Hermione and Hermione/Harry
Warnings: Kissy-kissy, but no lemon.
Summary: Hermione picks up the last of her stuff for Hogwarts and is confronted by Draco. Warm fuzzies with Harry at night.


Control


“Hello Madame Zabriel, is my order ready?” I asked, leaning over the counter slightly. She peeked her head back from her laboratory and winked.

“Just a moment! Kids these days….” She muttered playfully. I smiled and leaned against her worn cherry oak counter. I just felt so good today! ‘Maybe I should make it a point to masturbate more often…’ The thought popped in my mind as soon as it appeared. With a blush I reprimanded myself and let out a sigh.

I jumped as Madame Zabriel dumped my shopping bag onto the counter. Collecting myself, I sent her a dark look as she giggled.

“Take care now, ya hear?” Madame Zabriel reminded me in an over exaggerated southern voice. I rolled my eyes and waved her off as I took my bag and headed out of the door. I stepped out into the much-too-bright sunlight and winced. I squinted in search of a place to eat, and decided to go back to Deutsche Alley for the Eiscafe.

As I walked I became entranced by the hustle and bustle and began my little game. The game was fun, and it worked anywhere there was people. You spotted someone interesting, and then preceded to make a history and host of psychosis’ for them.

The old lady with the jeweled cane was a grandmother with a murderous past. The playboy red head was a narcissist and pathological liar. The little girl was going to grow up a religious fanatic with multiple partners at the same time. The bearded man-

“So, I suppose you got my message?” a baritone intoned from behind me, and I jumped. ‘Damn. Gotta work on the stoicism.’

“What?” I said in my wittiest voice-ever so pleased to hear the tremble to it.

“Come, come now… I know the brightest witch Hogwarts has ever seen isn’t becoming the dullest witch Hogwarts has ever witnessed.” Draco murmured, averting my gaze as we walked through the boisterous crowd. Suddenly feeling stupid, I rolled my eyes and looked the other way.

“Well, no. I just ignored it completely. Silly me.” I retorted and was gifted with his deep chuckle. Suddenly a hurried witch hurtled into me, and the wind was knocked out of me.

“Sorry miss, I need ta’ get to mah appointment!” she called as she stampeded through the crowd, and Draco pulled me up close to him. Centimeters apart, I inhaled deeply and could swear I smelled red wine. A weird feeling began to coil in the pit of my stomach and I pulled away sharply.

“Have you been drinking, Malfoy?” I whispered darkly as we resumed walking.

“No, as a matter of fact, I just finished a lovely cup of coffee.” he shot back indignantly, and I rose a brow. He rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Don’t believe me. I wanted to know if we could go somewhere more private.” He said, and cocked his head toward me. I rose the brow higher, and earnestly resisted the urge to laugh at him incredulously. With an exasperated roll of his eyes he sighed and grabbed my hand. Before I could utter a word of protest, he had apparated us back to the Leaky Cauldron. To be more exact, my room at the Leaky Cauldron.

“Oh, you are so dead Malfoy.” I seethed and pushed at his chest. Caught off guard, he fell back on my bed with a startled grunt. Feeling a bit guilty, I walked over to where he landed. As though his demeanor wasn’t off already, his nostrils flared and his eyes darkened. His hand grasped the unmade bed sheets tightly and I could visibly see his muscles tighten.

“You alright?” I asked carefully, and backed away. Draco’s eyes shot directly to be and he shook his head as he swallowed.

“Yeah, of course. I wanted to discuss Order business with you.” Draco said, his voice grating the slightest bit. Sighing, I took a hesitant step towards him, and then went to sit next to him.

“If they haven’t told you already, I’m not a part of the ever so exclusive Order; I was kicked out.” I said, and patted his knee, which tightened as soon as I did so. Raising a brow, I looked up to see him turn away. ‘Talk about weird….’

“Well, I’m initiating you as my informant.” Draco said, his voice a little more hoarse. Worried, I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, and was surprised as he began to shudder.

“I’m really not one for clubs-Draco, why are you shaking?” I asked, and he shot up and began pacing, then just turned away from me.

“Too bad. You will be. I will also send information on the Order of the Serpents. I need to go.” He muttered hoarsely, and again, before I could protest he had apparated away. ‘Damn. This has been a crazy day….’


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I awoke from my book-induced trance by a tap on the shoulder. Looking up, I took off my headphones and smiled at Harry. He held out a hot chocolate and I moved over to give him room.

“Looks like we’re the only ones still awake.” Harry whispered, and with a girlish giggle, I leaned over and whispered,

“So, why are we whispering?” He jerked away, as if burned. Swallowing, he too the spot offered and I shrugged it off.

“What were you listening to?” Harry asked, and I smiled as I took the first sip of my hot chocolate. Rich chocolate laced with caramel; exactly how I loved it.

“The wonderfully depressed lyrics of Evanescence.” I replied, and blushed as I realized he had seen my savoring of my hot chocolate. He smiled, and I shrunk against the couch. I picked up my book and resumed reading, but Harry would have none of that.

“Whatcha readin’?” Harry asked childishly, and I put the book down with a smile.

“I’m not tellin’.” I said teasingly, and his eyes darkened as a smirk graced his lips. He began to lean over and I swallowed. My heart began to hammer and I backed away in protest, yet he followed. He leaned over me, and for a moment thought I had spilled my drink because of the wave of caramel laced chocolate wafted to my nostrils. Momentarily distracted, Harry took his chance and took my book.

“Self Guide to an Asexual Lifestyle. Hermione?” Harry asked in bewilderment as he read the title. My heart rate had calmed and I began to feel a little more comfortable as he moved to his respective end of the couch.

“I’m not looking for a relationship any time soon.” I said in defense and he gave me an exasperated sigh. I felt my hackles rise immediately.

“What? I don’t have to have a significant other to be considered happy, ya’ know.” I argued, and he waved me closer with a sigh. I crossed my arms in protest. Practically growling, he gabbed me and with a squeal I landed on his lap. My heart began pumping wildly and fear flooded my body as I began to squirm in his hold.

“Let me go!” I chanted, and he let out an oomph as I writhed against him.

“Settle down, Hermione, please! I won’t hurt you!” Harry barked hoarsely. I didn’t care, but was eventually subdued when he captured both my wrists with one hand, settled my legs by overlapping them with his, and stilled my hips with a muscular arm. Panting, he whispered,

“Please, just relax. I WON’T hurt you.” Trying to take deep breaths, I nodded, and his grip loosened. Taking the opportunity, I darted-slowly-out of his arms, only to be reined back in.

“Sit.”

“Why?”

“Because you have an issue with it, and you shouldn’t.”

“Why not? I don’t like to be touched.” I ground out, and kept tense in his steel-banded arms. I caught another whiff of the caramel-laced chocolate and relaxed a little as I searched for my drink. It was right were I left it; on the table.

“And generally, girls don’t turn into hell cats over it.” He admonished, and shifted into a more comfortable position. Confused, I sniffed the air and found the scent still present. ‘Must be a REALLY strong brand’.

“I’d rather not talk about it.” I whispered, snapping back to Harry. He sighed, and his grip loosened. I took a deep breath and told myself not to run.

“Then push the phobia away for a while. Test your limits. If it helps, I can give you a massage to help you relax. Shit. Sorry. I just-” Harry tried to cover, but I sighed wistfully.

“A massage would be nice. My back is killing me.” I whispered, and scolded myself. ‘You just have to be a sucker for massages….’

“You sure?” Harry asked, his voice grating a little. Blushing brightly, I nodded my head. His calloused hands settled on my tank top-covered shoulders and then he asked,

“Uh, I’m not coming on to you… but it works better without me having to massage with your tank in the way.” Harry said, and I tensed.

“You want me to take off my top!?” I almost screeched, and his explanation was immediate.

“No! I meant, if I could work under your top-only on your back and shoulders-it would be better.” Harry gushed, and I relaxed a little. After a moment of silence, I nodded in agreement.

His hands went under the tank as he began to rub my backside. As he reached my shoulder blades I sighed in relaxation. He shifted slightly, and then began erasing the knots in my shoulders. Unable to restrain myself, I moaned. I hadn’t had a massage in over a year, and my body had been in desperate need of it.

I closed my eyes as he gently massaged my neck. I had been sleepy when he had found me earlier, but I could feel myself drifting and I couldn’t help it. With a breathy moan, I succumbed to the comfortable darkness offered.


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I groaned but dared not move from my position. Hermione had fallen asleep during the unexpected massage session, and her body had slumped back against mine. As comfortable as she was, little Harry was insisting he come out and play.

Leaning forward a little more, he caught better whiffage of her scent and groaned aloud. French vanilla and cinnamon. ‘Who knew?’

“Harry, I suggest you carry her up to her rooms before she awakes a little more than embarrassed.” Remus dictated softly. My head whipped towards Remus and my hand unconsciously clenched Hermione’s hip possessively. I visibly relaxed as I saw Remus and nodded.

“I don’t want to wake her though.” I whispered.

“Well, I suggest you be careful then.” Remus whispered and disappeared up the stairs. I rolled my eyes and expelled a breath of exasperation. Moving slowly, I cradled her in my arms and slowly, but surly brought her to her room. Thankfully, it was unlocked so I walked in but tripped over a thick leather bound book.

Luck had blessed me in the respect that I landed on the bed with Hermione in a way that didn’t disrupt her sleep, yet it left me trapped under her warm body. I swallowed, but that only worsened the situation, as I could then just about taste her on my palate. Carefully, I flipped her underneath me.

Her moan broke my concentration. As I had flipped her over, I ended up thrusting against her warm mound. Biting my lip, I tried not to look down at her face but failed miserably. Her face was a little flushed, and her lips were parted in a moan.

Shakily, I began to disentangle myself from her, but her hand grasped mine and I froze. She cupped it onto her aching bosom and squeezed his hand-and therefore her breast wantonly. I groaned, and pulled away instantly. ‘Control, control, control…’ I chanted silently.

Once I was calm enough, I eased her into the covers and left the room to mine for a very, very cold shower. And a good wank. Yes, a good wank-I hadn’t had one of those in a long time.


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A/N: Uh… Sorry? *cowers* My hard drive crashed on the second of May and due to my computer illiteracy, my Aunt had to buy and then replace the new one (with my money). She works seven days on, seven days off. Therefore, I had to start all over on the five chapters I had saved. Grr. Once again, my apologies.

Aside from that, no one picked up on the allusion to Shakespeare in Chapter 7. If you do, then you get a little self-insertion into the story. Also, I didn’t fully like the whole knot-idea, so I changed some parameters in chapter 7.

Miki-Thanks. I felt like I should give the history instead of explaining the majority as I went. I could also use it for helpful plot bunnies. ^.^

Whogirl-I have a feeling Hogwarts will be in chapter 9. I’m anxious on how to broach arrival with the conflicts I have planned.

Eddie the Black Maru- *blushes* Thank you. By the way, who are the great nine?

Robin777- *wags finger at robin* Not so fast. They don’t know they have the same mate… yet.

Sevati- *giggles* I like you! Well, if the mate was a lesbian-then I guess she’d become bi. The veela’s mates are meant to be-like the missing puzzle piece. They fit together. The DA members and the boys will get what’s coming to them, don’t worry. Hermione does have a bit of a phobia, and is one of the many obstacles for the boys to overcome. By the way, you threw oatmeal cookies at me. I hate oatmeal. Gimmie chocolate chip, please.

Cherrycolachick-Yeah… I was think about retracting the entire kink, but I knew it played into further needed conflict. I’m glad you’re picking up on the scent bit, as it’s part of the whole tracking down of the mate act. Sorry about your trig; I loathe math personally.

1701-Yes, I know… I regret the kink now, but I know it’s needed for future conflicts. Sorry about the lateness of my chapter.