For His Pleasure

A/N: Hey all. Sorry for the long wait. I just gave birth a few months ago and my baby (girl) just started to sleep a few hours at a time, giving me time to write Anyway, this is the second to the last chapter so enjoy and please give me feedback on what you liked, didn't like, or just want to suggest something.

Thank you again!

Chapter 8

Bonding

Part I

For the third time, Draco skillfully hit the right keys on his grand piano as Hermione’s angelic voice finally began to sing. The Malfoys and their guests were sitting in the drawing room, waiting to be entertained by Draco and his mate.

Draco and Hermione practiced this piece earlier in the day but now that it was time to actually perform it she felt a little nerve-wracking. Each time, it was her queue to sing, Hermione faltered. Of-course being under watchful eyes of the Malfoys, Prof. Snape and a wizard who called himself Healer Davis, did nothing to steady her nerves. However, after a reassuring smile and a nod from Draco, she collected herself, closed her eyes and sang, stunning the lot of them with her soprano voice.

The sun is sleeping quietly
Once upon a century
Wistful oceans calm and red
Ardent caresses laid to rest

For my dreams I hold my life
For wishes I behold my night
The truth at the end of time
Losing faith makes a crime

I wish for this night-time
to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you

Sorrow has a human heart
From my god it will depart
I'd sail before a thousand moons
Never finding where to go

Two hundred twenty-two days of light
Will be desired by a night
A moment for the poet's play
Until there's nothing left to say

I wish for this night-time...
to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you

(Sings in soprano)

I wish for this nighttime...

To last for a lifetime
the darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
with you
(A/N: Please visit youtube to listen to this wonderful song. Sleeping Sun By Nightwish)

After finishing the last verse, Hermione took a deep breath and opened her eyes to the silent room. All eyes were on her. Hermione felt so uncomfortable that she started to retreat back only to collide with something solid. Turning her head, she looked into the silver eyes of the veela who turned her world upside-down just because he had required her.

“That was beautiful, Hermione.” Mrs. Malfoy stood up and clapped. “Wasn’t that beautiful?” She asked the rest of the occupants. And one by one everyone stood up to give Hermione Granger a standing ovation.

“Thank you,” Hermione made a little curtsy.

“No. Thank you, Ms. Granger,” Lucius walked to her, raised her hand, bowing, he kissed the back of it. “Your voice is a real rarity in our world that I appreciate a lot and will be waiting eagerly until the two of you can present us with another duet.”

“Yes, Ms. Granger,” Severus said soothingly. “I must say that that indeed was a pleasant surprise. Never thought you had that in you.”

“There are a lot of things you do not know about me, Professor.” She declared a bit defensively.

“Perhaps,” he agreed as he took out his pocket watch. “But since it is the late hour of the night, I will have to wait until next time to see your other charms.” Severus turned his hosts and nodded. “Lucius, Narcissa, it is time for me to take my leave. Thank you for the lovely dinner.”

“I, too think to take my leave.” Stated Healer Davis. He walked to Hermione, clasped her hand and smiled gently. “It was a pleasure to meet you, my lady.”

“Oh, please, call me Hermione.”

“I could never allow my self to call the future lady of the manor by her given name.” Turning away from a startled Hermione, he addressed Lucius and Narcissa, “Lord and Lady Malfoy, always a pleasure.”

Lucius nodded and turned to Draco. “We will walk them out. If you wish, you may retire for the night.” With that said, the four adults left the drawing room.

After a minute of silence, Draco turned Hermione so she was facing him. “You were magnificent tonight,” he praised.

“I had a great partner,” she returned.

“Why don’t we go upstairs?” He suggested. “You look a little tiered.”

“If you don’t mind, I would like to have a hot bath before I finally turn in for the night.”

“Of course I do not mind. Penny!” Draco called for the elf.

Penny appeared with a pop. “Yes, my lord?”

“Prepare a hot bath for the lady.”

“Right away, my lord.” Another pop and the elf was gone.

“Malfoy, you didn’t have to do that. I am more than capable drawing the bath for my self.” Hermione was annoyed. She hated when elves were treated as slaves.

“I know you are.” Draco tried to pacify her. He opened the door for her and gestured for her to come out of the drawing room. “I just don’t want you to be bothered with such insignificant tasks. As the future Lady of this manor, you shouldn’t have to do anything of the sort.”

“The future lady?” She asked bewildered. “Malfoy, I know I agreed to let your veela to bond with me but I have never agreed beyond anything else.” She walked ahead of him up the stairs to the second floor, leaving him to stare after her.

Draco caught up with her just as she reached her guest room. He gently grabbed her upper arm and pulled her to him. The moment she faced him, Draco connected his lips to hers in a searing, possessive kiss. He didn’t really understand why he was suddenly kissing her, only that there was a sudden need for it. To reassure himself that she was really there in a way.

His mouth was hot, open, and thoroughly arousing. It was such a lustful, passionate kiss Hermione couldn’t help but respond. Her arms slowly slipped around his neck for leverage. After a few seconds he pulled away and looked at her dazed expression. “Go on and have your bath, witch. I will do the same and see you soon enough.” With that growl, Draco turned and walked farther down the hall and entered his own room.

She stood there, heart thundering, until she heard him close his door and only then did she walk into her room. Puzzled by his declaration, Hermione unzipped the dress Narcissa let her wear for the evening and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and then walked to the washroom.

As predicted, the tub was filled with hot water as the steam gently escaped it. There were a few dozens of rose petals floating in the tub, adding a luxurious feeling in the atmosphere.

Hermione took a long time soaking. Her hair had been washed the night before so she didn’t have that chore to do. She tied the curls on top of her head, using a strip of ribbon to anchor them in place. Yet most of the strands had fallen back to her shoulders before her bath was finished.

God’s truth, she didn’t feel the least bit calmer after her bath. Her mind was consumed with worry. She heard Draco enter her rooms just as she was stepping out of the tub. Her hands shook as she reached for the robe that was left for her.

The footsteps stopped. Draco was right outside the door. Hermione reacted with a fresh spur of fear, walked to the corner of the bathroom, far away from the door and stood there, trembling. She frantically knotted the belt of her robe even as she reasoned that Draco couldn’t see her through the wood.

“Hermione, open the door.” Draco stated mildly.

“I am not done with my bath yet,” she replied, somewhat nervously.

“Yes, you are.” She heard him mumble and the then another mumble, “Alahomora!” making the door open.

Draco was wearing a black tank top and matching trousers. He fully intended to drag Hermione to his chambers, yet when he saw how nervous she seemed to be, his heart softened.

He didn’t want her frightened.

Draco deliberately sighed and then casually leaned against the doorway. He smiled at Hermione, waiting for her to regain control.

“You could have knocked, Malfoy.”

The change in her happened so swiftly. She wasn’t nervous in the corner now but standing there frowning at him. She did seem as though she was ready to push him out of bathroom.

He tried not to laugh. Her pride was important to both of them. Damn, he didn’t like her cowering away from him. “And would you have opened the door for me, witch?” He asked, his tone soft, coaxing.

She was a lovely sight to behold. Her hair fell below her shoulders. The candles around them cast a deep red glow to her curls. Her hands were back on her hips, her back as straight as a lance, and the opening to her robe gapped almost to her waist, giving him an ample view of the cleft between her full breasts.

He wondered how long it would be before Hermione realizes her vulnerable position. The oversized robe was slowly working its way loose. He knew she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her knees peeked out at him.

The grin slowly faded from Draco’s face. His eyes darkened as well. His concentration was strained, and all he could think about was touching her.

Whatever was the matter with him? Hermione wondered. His expression had turned as black as his tank top, and heavens, she did wish he didn’t look so handsome with his silver eyes and damp blonde hair.

“Of course I wouldn’t have opened the door, Malfoy, but you should have knocked all the same.” She blurted out that ridiculous statement, feeling like a full. If only he would quit looking at her as though he wanted to…

“Do you always speak what’s on your mind?” Draco asked when he saw something akin to fear return to her eyes.

His question caught her off guard, as was his intention. Draco slowly straightened and walked into the bathroom.

“I have always said what was on my mind, no matter how painful,” Hermione answered. “And you know that well enough by now.” She gave him a disgruntled look and began to walk toward him so he would hear her next rebuke clearly. Hermione was determined to give Draco a piece of her mind, and she certainly would have done just that if she hadn’t forgotten the robe was too long. She tripped over her hem and would have pitched forward into the water in Draco hadn’t grabbed her in time.

He took hold of Hermione’s waist to stable her. Once she was stable, she realized that his arm was around her waist. “Let go of me,” she demanded.

“Do I carry you like a sack of potatoes to my room or will you walk beside me like a good mate should?” he asked.

When she still didn’t look at him, his thumb was slowly stroking the curve of her chin. How could such an insignificant little touch have such a devastating effect on her? “You trying to bewitch me,” Hermione whispered, yet she didn’t pull away when his thumb moved to stroke her sensitive lower lip.

“It is you who bewitched,” Draco admitted. His voice had gone horsed. Hermione’s heart started pounding. She could barely catch her breath. Her tongue touched the tip of his thumb. Suddenly she felt weak in the knees and desperately wished for him to kiss her like he had done before they parted ways to take their respective baths. Just one kiss, she told herself, and then she would demand him to leave.

“I would like to kiss you good night, Draco and that is all I am willing to allow.”

Not wanting to waste even a second, Draco gave her what she asked for and more. Their lips touched and Hermione sighed, content.

Draco growled, impatient.

He wouldn’t give her his tongue until she demanded it, using her own to push him into responding. Then he took control, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.

Hermione didn’t want to stop. When she realized that, she pulled away from him.

Draco’s hands rested on her hips. He let her pull back; waiting what she’ll do next. She was unpredictable.

Hermione couldn’t quite look at him. A true blush covered her cheeks. She was obviously embarrassed.

Draco suddenly picked Hermione in his arms, smiling over the way she grabbed the edge of her robe that parted at the knees. He carried her out of the bathroom and out of her room, down the hallway and into his room.

“I need to get my pajamas so I can-,”

“You won’t need anything,” Draco interrupted her.

“I will,” Hermione muttered.

Draco didn’t answer her. Hermione knew she lost the argument when the door to his bedroom slammed shut.

He placed her on his bed and moved back a few feet. He slowly folded his arms across his chest and smiled at her.

Her mind was rambling. Why was he just standing there, staring at her? She felt like a little mouse cornered by a big bad wolf.

“Are you deliberately trying to frighten me?” Naturally Hermione wasn’t scared of Draco. However, since he had a veela inside of him now, she didn’t know what to expect.

Draco shook his head. “I don’t want you frightened.” He started walking toward her. “I’d prefer you unafraid, though I can understand the first time would be frightening for a virgin.”

“First time?” She gasped. “Malfoy, you’re not going to bed me now.”

“I am,” he answered arrogantly.

Draco removed his tank top and moved to the other side of the bed. Hermione’s back faced him. He placed his cool hand on her feverish shoulder and gently pulled her backwards.

Inhaling a deep breath, Hermione let herself relax against his chest. Draco’s hands wound themselves around her waist and gently tugged on the belt of her robe. Her robe easily parted the rest of the way.

“I don’t know what to do,” she desperately admitted.

“I know,” he whispered in her ear and then turned her to face him. Their chest touching. “I will guide you,” he promised. He felt her shiver involuntarily and said, “I want you, Hermione, but I want you willingly. I’ll have you begging, even if it takes all night.

“I’ll never beg.”

“You will,” Draco declared and kissed her for all that he was worth…

TBC…

A/N: Thank you all for reading. The next and last chapter is half way done. Please please please review and give me your feedback.

See you next time.