Claim for Life

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Chapter 8

When Draco woke the next morning, the first thing he noticed was the deep, steady breath tickling his neck. Draco turned over and took a moment to gaze and the soft, relaxed features of his lover. Blaise’s hair was mussed and sticking out at strange angles, his eyelashes were long enough to make any girl jealous, and his lips were full and kissable. Draco lay still for a few minutes, silently counting off the reason’s why Blaise had to have the most perfect lips in the world, before he let his eyes wander back up to examine in detail Blaise’s other exquisite features. He jerked his head back when he realized Blaise’s eyes were open and watching him carefully.

“Master?” Draco started, tentatively.

“Call me by my name, Draco.” Blaise muttered, still eyeing the blonde intently.

Draco smile and purred Blaise’s name sensually before he found his mouth incapable of doing anything else but accept Blaise’s fierce kiss. When he pulled back Draco was eyeing him curiously.

“From now on, Draco, I want you to use my name unless I’m punishing you, understood?” Blaise asked quietly.

Draco nodded, a smile stretching across his aristocratic face, “You sure, Blaise?” he asked hopefully, testing the waters as he did. He was rewarded with another passionate kiss.

Blaise pulled back after a few minutes, and looked at Draco squarely, “I got carried away the last few days,” he said apologetically, “I am going to try a new route with you since strict enforcement doesn’t seem to be doing it’s job,” Draco was beginning to look like a kid at Christmas until Blaise continued, “This does not mean that you won’t be answering to me, nor does it mean that you will not be punished if you do wrong.” He paused to let his words sink in, “it does mean however that we will communicate more, as well as develop our Legilmens, as Veela if we develop our mental skills enough we should be able to communicate directly with each other through our minds. It also means that we are going to work together to finish our seduction of Hermione. We need to acclimatize her to surrendering to the both of us at the same time. Once we have done that we can move forward to marking her.” Blaise licked his lips and Draco’s eyes darted to follow the path of the soft appendage, before leaning in to nip at Blaise’s lips.

“She’ll be ours within the week, especially with the potion,” Draco stated calmly before claimed Blaise’s lips. Draco tried to push Blaise down and position himself on top of him, but he soon found himself pinned under an extremely aroused Italian.

Blaise pulled back and smirked, “Oh Draco, Draco, Draco,” he chuckled, “You haven’t quite earned that privilege yet.” Blaise laughed outright when Draco pouted slightly,

“Not even if I promise to be good?” He queried, innocently.

“Especially if you promise to be good,” Blaise growled back, huskily before claiming Draco’s mouth once again.

After twenty minutes of heated snogging and fondling Blaise pulled away again, but this time he got up off the bed and started grabbing his clothes. It was only then did Draco realize that they were still in the Room of Requirement and not in his private bedroom. He climbed out of bed slowly, his back and ass still sore from the previous day. Blaise had removed the butt plug immediately after returning from the tryst with Hermione, and had proceeded to fuck Draco without restraint; the overall result had been more pain than pleasure. He took a few moments to stretch his abused muscles before retrieving his clothes and getting dressed. He and Blaise quickly slipped back down to the dungeons to change and prepare for the day, and most especially the night.

***

Hermione woke up that morning still feeling drained and unrested. She turned over to look at the clock on her bedside table; seeing it was 5:30 am she groaned and rolled over, trying to get back to sleep for another hour at least but found the attempts futile so she threw back her sheets, climbed out of bed, grabbed her book bag and went to go read in the Common Room. She sat down on her bed and opened her bag, looking through the pile of books for something she hadn’t already memorized, her eyes rested on the red cover of the book on Veelas she had discovered the previous morning, she pulled it out and settled into reading. As she read her eyebrows made a slow trip to her hairline as what she was reading set into her mind. She was particularly shocked when she read the Chapter 7: Mates and Mating. Everything that had been happening to her the last few days was described there! She was dumbfounded! Was Blaise a Veela? She had heard some rumors in the past but had never given them a second thought, but now… Wait, weren’t Veela suppose to be pale skinned with blonde hair? And what was the second scent, because it definitely hadn’t been Blaise in the corridor the night before. Did that mean there were two Veela after her? Was that even possible? What about Malfoy? He was in the dreams too, was he the one to accosted her the night before? Hermione returned to her book to seek answers for all the questions that were increasing exponentially.

It was 7:30 before Hermione’s concentration left the book again. She was jerked out of her reading when Ginny came crashing through the portrait whole and making a beeline for Hermione.

“Hey, ‘Mione, can I talk to you in your room for a second?” She asked, sweetly.

Hermione eyed the redhead curiously for a moment before nodding and grabbing her book bag, “Yeah Gin, I need to talk to you too.”

When they entered Hermione’s room Ginny locked and warded the entrance and then put up a silencing charm before turning to Hermione who was sitting on her bed, Ginny walked over and sat down beside her.

“Me first.” She started, “Wait! Where did you get that hickey?” She asked curiously. Hermione blushed and covered it with her hand.

“I’ll tell you after, as you said, you first.” She avoided.

Ginny eyed her with a smirk before shrugging, ”I heard some rumors yesterday,” she held up her hand to keep Hermione’s tirade about listening to the rumor mill silent, “And then I spoke to a few people who were able to confirm what I heard.” She paused for dramatic effect.

“And?” Hermione asked, irritably.

“Well it seems that our illustrious Head Boy’s got a wager on taking your virginity. 100 galleons, I think is the total.” Ginny said simply, watching Hermione, whose face had hardened, a disgusted glint in her eyes.

“So Malfoy was right,” she muttered.

“What does Malfoy have to do with this?” Ginny asked.

“Yesterday in Runes, after Malfoy make the mudblood comment he accused of Anthony of only being interested me for that reason.” Hermione explained.

“This can’t be a coincidence!” Ginny exclaimed.

Hermione looked at her confused, “What coincidence?”

“Malfoy was the one who first told me that rumor!” Ginny squealed, she calmed a bit when Hermione gave her a questioning look, “After he said it I went and asked Luna, you know that girl seems to absorb all of the gossip of the school. Anyway she confirmed it, supposedly others have started taking smaller bets on which day he’ll succeed.”

Hermione was pissed, “That disgusting little prick, if he thinks he’s getting anywhere near me he’d better think again!” she vowed, Ginny fervently seconding it.

“So, what was it that you wanted to tell me?” Ginny asked, eyeing the hickey again, “Did you have another encounter with the infamously sexy Blaise Zabini?” She grinned when Hermione blushed.

“Well, actually there are two things I need to tell you.” Hermione stuttered, “No, it wasn’t Blaise who gave me this, I don’t know who it was.”

Ginny’s jaw dropped, “You were attacked? When? Where? How are you going to find this creep and teach him a lesson?” she screeched.

“Calm down Ginny, there’s more,” she pulled out the red book and handed it to Ginny, who looked at it questioningly before returning her gaze to the Head Girl, still confused.

“What do Veela have anything to do with this?” Ginny asked.

Hermione took a deep breath before launching into her story, “I found this book in my bag yesterday morning, but I don’t remember ever taking it out of the library, in fact before then I had never seen the book. I brushed it off thinking it was mixed in with the potions and spells on lust. Then this morning I woke up early and couldn’t sleep so I decided to go down to the common room and read. I chose that book.”

“Is this story coming to a point any time soon?” Ginny asked, she always felt that Hermione took too much time explaining all the background of a situation instead of just getting to the point and filling in the details later.

“I chose that book, and every single sensation and emotion I have been experiencing is described in that book!” Hermione exclaimed.

Ginny looked at the girl suspiciously, “You’re showing signs of being a Veela?” she asked, confused.

Hermione shook her head, “No, a mate,” she stated quietly.

Ginny’s eyes expanded to the size of saucers, “Hermione that’s amazing!” she cried.

Hermione smiled and blushed, “Well from what I read it certainly seems beneficial.”

Ginny burst out laughing, before the next question caught up with her in her mind, “Who is it? Is it Blaise? Or this mystery man from last night?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t finish reading the book, I kind of get the feeling that both of them are Veela, but why would they both be after me?”

“Maybe it was Blaise last night, but he disguised himself?” Ginny suggested.

Hermione shook her head, “No, it was the other smell.” She Ginny shot her another confused look she explained, “Ever since the first day of class I have been constantly smelling two distinct smells, one I know comes from Blaise, the other one I’m not to sure of, but its usually around Blaise too. I’m starting to think that it might be coming from Malfoy.”

“Well I know there hasn’t been an active Veela in the Malfoy line for at least 4 generations, but there have always been rumors that Blaise was part Southern Veela.” Ginny mused.

“There are Southern Veela?” Hermione asked, intrigued.

Ginny nodded, “Yep, they usually have darker skin and hair than their northern brethren, but they have all the same abilities, though they are generally more dominant that the northern variety.” Hermione wasn’t sure why, but she found that last tidbit of information extremely arousing.

“So you think it’s Blaise then?”

“That would be my best guess, unless...” Ginny stopped talked, baiting Hermione intentionally.

“Unless what, Ginny?” Hermione warned.

“Well there is always the possibility of a triad.” She said with a smile.

Hermione went white as a sheet, “A t..tr…triad?” she stuttered. She was shocked, how could she be destined for a triad? She was still a virgin! But as she thought about it the dreams about Malfoy and Zabini came flooding back to her, and that not familiar ache started again between her thighs. She had no choice to admit the truth. She turned back to Ginny who was watching her closely, a knowing grin on her face.

“It seems pretty far fetched,” she began, but sighed as Ginny rolled her eyes, “but it really does seem like the only probable explanation.” Then something dawned on her and she looked straight at Ginny, “But what about the war? We’re on different sides, how could it possibly work?”

“Veelas are completely dependent on their mates, play your cards right and I’m sure they’ll be Order members before the bonding process is over. Triads are really powerful too,” Ginny gushed, “the power of three times three and all that jazz. It would give the Light side a great advantage to have a Veela triad fighting with us. The Zabini’s have been neutral in this war from the beginning, so if you can convinced Blaise to join the order, Malfoy won’t have a choice in switching sides unless it wants to resign himself to the madness of living without a mate. And not to mention, those boys are fine! Hermione, if you bond with these two perfects specimens of the male gender I will personally beat some sense into you!” Ginny punched her fist into her other hand to emphasize her last point.

Hermione laughed, and raised her hands in defeat, “Alright, Ginny, I get the point. You better be careful about who hears you saying things like that though, I don’t think your boyfriend would approve. Oh Gods! What am I going to tell Harry and Ron?” Her eyes widened slightly in fear.

“The truth, Harry will still accept you, even if isn’t happy about your choice of life mates, even if it really isn’t your choice but he won’t abandon you. It’s Ron we have to worry about. My idiot brother still has it in his head that the two of you are going to get back together and have lots of children,” Ginny scowled, “My recommendation, tell them after the bonding, or at least wait until you’ve spoken to Dumbledore, if anyone can keep those two in line it will be him.”

Hermione nodded, I was planning on requesting a meeting with Dumbledore today, he probably already knows all about this. I also want to go back to the library,” she ignored Ginny’s rolling eyes, “I don’t want to walk into this situations without a few trump cards of my own, these are Slytherin’s we’re talking about.” Hermione stood up and started collected some fresh clothes for the day, “I’m going to jump in the shower Gin; you can wait here or meet me down in the Great Hall for breakfast if you like.”

Ginny had already settled herself on Hermione’s bed though and had opened the book on Veela, “Take your time, ‘Mione. I want to brush up on all the things you’re going to get to deal with,” she laughed as she held up the book, “I think this is the only situation where I am going to have to fight to get all the minute details out of you.” Hermione snorted and shook her head before turning and walking into her bathroom and finishing preparing for the day. And for the first time since the first day of class, she was looking forward to the revelations of the day.

***
Anthony sat in the Head Common room waiting for Hermione and Ginny to come out of the Head Girl’s room. He had come out just as they had retreated into the privacy of her room, so he decided to wait for them to exit and offer to escort them to breakfast. He really wished that the Weasley girl hadn’t shown up, but if he could win her over she could help him in his quest to bed the brunette. He sat there for an hour, glancing over at Hermione’s door every few seconds, and he was starting to get annoyed. What were they talking about up there and why weren’t they heading down to breakfast. He was about to go up and knock on the door, deciding to play up the part of the concerned roommate who doesn’t want the other to be late for a meal. A bit of chivalry and she will be all over him, he thought to himself, but his opportunity was cut short when the door opened and Hermione and Ginny walked out laughing. The laughter died when they saw Anthony, Hermione gave him a neutral greeting and Ginny glared at the dishonorable Head Boy.

“Hermione, I was just about to go up and make sure you weren’t asleep, breakfast should be in full swing right now, shall I accompany you lovely ladies to the Great Hall,” he asked suavely.

Ginny snorted and walked past him, pulling Hermione along, “Sorry Goldstein, we have some girl talk to continue, and unless you hiding something we don’t know about, then it’s no place for you,” she said glibly as they disappeared out the portrait, their laughter audible as they moved away from the Dorm.

Anthony’s face was red with repressed rage. That little bitch, he said to himself, no one gets away with saying shit like that to him! She was going to pay, he didn’t know how, but he was going to ruin that bitch. And what the hell did Hermione think she was doing laughing at that stupid comment. He growled, no more Mr. Nice Guy, he was going to have her and she was going to beg, it may start as begging for him to stop but when he was done with her she’d be begging for more. The thought calmed him, and caused a demented grin to mar his features. Oh yes, revenge was sweet. With the grin still plastered across his face he grabbed his bag and headed out the portrait hole and down to the Great Hall.

***
By the time they reached the Great Hall, Ginny had managed to convince a reluctant Hermione to let her come to the meeting with Dumbledore, “I’m your best friend Hermione, you better not think you are going to get through this little adventure without me being there backing you up every step of the way.”

“Ok, Gin, when I know when the meeting is I’ll let you know, ok?”

“Well why don’t you go request the meeting now? I’ll go with you?” Ginny asked, motioning to the Head Table where Dumbledore sat munching on some toast and reading a copy of The Daily Prophet. Ginny grabbed Hermione’s arm and pulled her up towards the front of the hall, taking a moment to glance at the Slytherin table, smirking when she realized both Blaise and Draco were watching them intently, or more specifically watching Hermione intently. Hermione shot Ginny a questioning look at the wicked grin on her face as they approached the table, before turning to the Headmaster.

“Professor Dumbledore, I was wondering, sir, if I could schedule a meeting with you in the near future, I have a few things I would like to discuss with you.” She added, “And Ginny would like to be part of these discussions as well,” when Ginny elbowed her in the side.

Dumbledore smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes, “Of course, Miss Granger, when would you rather meet at lunch or after classes today?”

“The sooner, the better I suppose,” Hermione shrugged, “Your office at lunch then, sir?

“Very well, Miss Granger, Miss Weasley, I shall speak to you then. The password is ‘Vomit Flavored Bean.’ Now I recommend the two of you get some breakfast into you and then head to class. Have a good morning.”

“Thank you sir,” Hermione said, before she and Ginny turned and headed over to the Gryffindor table where Ron and Harry were throwing them questioning looks. They greeted the girls as usual as they sat down, Hermione beside Ron, her back to the Slytherin table, and Ginny beside her boyfriend on the other side of the table. Harry leaned in and kissed Ginny’s temple in greeting, Ron scowled.

“Harry, I know you are dating my sister, but could you please not slobber all over her in front of me,” he spat bitterly.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Ginny retorted, causing Ron to scowl, “Honestly, Ron, what has been your problem lately?”

Ron ignored the question, sulking, and continued to shovel food into his mouth. When it became clear that Ron wasn’t going to answer the question Harry turned to Ginny and Hermione, “So what did you need to talk to the Headmaster for?” he queried.

“Just wanted to set up a meeting with him to discuss some things pertaining to the Order,” Hermione explained vaguely, buttering a piece of toast. When she looked back up both Harry and Ron were watching her avidly, waiting for her to explain further, “Ginny and I have a few theories that, if we are correct, could give us a real advantage in the war.”

There was silence for about a minute as Harry and Ron waited for her to start explaining the theories. When Hermione didn’t say anything, Ron prompted her, “Well?”

“Come on, guys. You should both know I don’t explain my plans until I know for sure what is fact and what is fiction. After I have spoken to Dumbledore and done some more research I will let you in on all the details. Alright?” She looked at the boys imploringly.

“Ok Hermione,” Harry started, “That doesn’t mean we can’t try to get the information out of Ginny, does it?” He asked with a mischievous look in his eyes. Ginny’s attention, which had been on the Slytherin table, on the Slytherin Princes in particular, snapped back to the people sitting around her.

“Hey mister! My lips are sealed until Hermione decides to let the cat out of the bag.” She bit back.

“Your lips are sealed?” Harry asked, amused, “I think I can change that!”

“Harry!” Ron exclaimed, causing the other three to burst out laughing and Ron to scowl again.

“How about after classes today, I come up and hang out in the common room? We haven’t hung out in ages, and if I know the two of you, you’ll be needing help with your homework, am I right?” Hermione asked, eyeing Harry and Ron.

“That would be great, ‘Mione,” Harry exclaimed, “Actually if you hadn’t just offered I would have insisted! We’ve missed having you around.”

“Thanks Harry,” Hermione smiled warmly before turning her eyes to Ron, who was openly staring at her, looking like a hopeful, but still lost puppy. Hermione turned, not wanting to deal with Ron’s hopeless infatuation. She didn’t understand why he couldn’t just move on and get over her. Harry and Ginny eyed the two, exasperated, they were as fed up with Ron as Hermione was, he just refused to let go, and they couldn’t figure out how to help him get over it.

***
Draco and Blaise watched Hermione and Ginny from the moment they entered the Great Hall, and they didn’t miss the look Ginny gave them on the way to talk to the Headmaster, or any of the other looks she kept shooting throughout the rest of breakfast. It wouldn’t have shocked them if the look had been one of contempt or suspicion, but whenever Ginny looked at them she had a smug, knowing look that made them squirm.

“Do you think they know?” Draco asked Blaise nervously.

“Probably,” Blaise stated simply, “But judging by that look it isn’t necessarily a bad thing. If she goes to talk to Dumbledore he can prepare her for our next move. If she hears if from the old coot she’ll probably be less likely to reject it. I just hope he doesn’t tell her with have withdrawn her from his precious order, I intend to do that myself.”

“You’re a braver man than I’ll ever be,” Draco muttered, eyeing the still damp hair cascading down Hermione’s back.

Blaise chuckled, “Don’t worry love, I’ll make sure she’s listening.”

***
The rest of the morning went by rather uneventfully, except when Anthony appeared in front of Hermione after she, Ron and Harry finished their first period class, demanding to let him escort Hermione to her next class. Ron had stepped in front of him and not so nicely told him that Hermione was perfectly fine being escorted to her next class by her friends, before latching onto Hermione’s arm and pulling her down the hall, Harry right behind them. As soon as they had got out of sight Hermione had pulled her arm from Ron’s grasp and had demanded to know what he thought he was doing. Ron’s ears turned red as she scolded him, but it was Harry who explained the reaction.

“Ginny told all the Gryffindor’s about Goldstein’s bet last night, and we all agreed we were going to keep him as far from you as possible. Didn’t Ginny tell you? He asked.

“She told me about the bet, but she failed to mention the fact that our entire house knows.” Hermione stated.

“Yeah, well we plan on teaching that little creep what happens when you mess with a Gryffindor!” Ron declared.

“You know, I think it might be better if I don’t know the details of this plan. I don’t want to feel obligated to take points off my own house.” Hermione explained.

“Don’t worry ‘Mione,” Harry assured her, “We aren’t going to do anything until he actually tries anything with you, so if anything happens you had better tell us asap, ok?”

“My word as a Gryffindor.” Hermione placed her left hand over her heart as she assured them, “That does depend though on what’s left of him when I get though with him if he tries anything.” Both boys laughed knowingly.

“He wouldn’t even know what hit him, and I doubt the Healers would either!” Harry joked, causing the three to burst out into laughter again as they entered the Astronomy classroom moments before the bell rang. They grabbed the closest open seats and tried to suppress their amusement as Professor Sinistra began the lesson on Advanced Astronomical Theories.

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