Everything But Mine

So my loves, here is the new chappie! *drums* And the ones who guessed the contender for Hermione’s heart right are Guard Geek and Pyro Angel and Mrs.Malfoy! You, my darlings, can make a wish which the veela muse will try to fulfill. Leave it in a review or PM me.


Hermione was very happy to see Viktor. They had been pen pals ever since the Tri-wizard Tournament, exchanging letters very frequently. She loved to receive messages from him; he was always so polite and sweet, and that kept her crush on him stronger.

‘I’m so happy to see you, Viktor!’ Hermione exclaimed, hugging him tighter. After all, he was the kind of man she trusted and imagined a possibility of being with in future.

‘It is good that you are happy to see me. I was about to owl you and ask you out for dinner.’ Krum’s English was much better than before, though he still had a heavy accent on some words.

‘You’re so sweet, Viktor! I’m sorry that I didn’t manage to write to you sooner…’

‘Do not worry about it. You are my favourite girl,’ Krum flushed slightly,’ maybe we could have lunch and I could tell you everything?’

‘We were about to have lunch, ‘Hermione responded happily, stepping away from Viktor and pointing at Draco.

‘I’m working with Draco,’ Hermione explained when she saw Viktor’s questioning look.

‘I thought they didn’t let those people out so easily. They can be too dangerous for a girl to handle,’ Viktor said gruffly, his dark eyes never leaving Draco’s gaze.

‘Malfoy is not an inmate, I am supervising his parole right now and so far he’s been excellent.

Hermione’s words made Draco’s nerves calm just a bit. Otherwise he was ready to beat that Quidditch playing oaf into a bloody pulp, or better yet, kill him and get over with it. It was all acceptable under laws regarding veelas, but Draco knew that it would not make a good impression on his mate, so he followed them to the posh but garish Phoenix Feather, a place which had always been popular with Quidditch players and their fans, but a Malfoy was rarely seen there, unless it a meeting regarding their shares in several Quidditch clubs across Britain and Europe.

The maitre d’ was annoying subservient and led the three to the best table in house.
Draco was starting to feel sick when he realised that Hermione’s attention was solely focused on Krum. She soaked up every word that idiot was saying, gasping in awe about Krum’s stories of travels in foreign countries and adventures of his schooldays.

‘It’s wonderful that you’re going to live in England now! I’ll be seeing more of you I guess then?’ Hermione asked, rather happy that there would be a good opportunity to see if Viktor was boyfriend material in real life. In his letters, he had been perfect.

‘I do hope you would like to see me frequently. I have bought a house in Kensington, the magical part and I was wondering if you would like to help me decorate? I am no good at decorating and it would be good to have a woman’s opinion about it.’

Viktor had kept in touch with Hermione for years because he had a firm plan in his mind. It wasn’t that he didn’t have a vast selection of women flogging to be with him, no, he wanted to be with someone who is smart, powerful and famous on her own already. She would make the perfect wife for him. Now he only had to slowly guide Hermione into accepting it and turn her mind from doing nonsense work with dangerous scum like that Malfoy brat, to something more acceptable for a star’s wife, like charity work.

‘Of course I will try to help you; I just don’t know how good I am at this…’ Hermione mumbled, secretly checking out Viktor’s features. He was not a pretty boy like Draco, Viktor’s features were harsher and more masculine, his physique bulky but well formed. In all, a perfect male specimen, and she was not afraid of him as she had known him for years. Not to mention that Viktor was an excellent catch for any witch…

Every word said slowly turned into a blur for Draco, it hurt to see his mate smiling and chatting amicable to another man. It wasn’t that Draco was jealous of Krum’s fortune. Five million Galleons were nothing but peanuts for Draco, who had about five times more readily available in his expenses account. However, the way Hermione gasped about the oaf’s bragging that five million was the highest yearly salary ever paid to a Quidditch player made Draco’s blood boil with jealousy. Of course, it was natural for a man to try to impress a woman, but Hermione was his woman and no one else had the right to attempt to impress her. His veela part demanded he do something about the situation as he could feel that Krum was very intent on swaying her his way.

Draco’s every muscle ached with the need to attack the competitor for the mate’s heart. But he firmly decided that he had to maintain some of his human dignity, so he held himself in check as possible, using all of his will power to prevent the veela wings, the majestic manifestation of a veela’s power, from showing.

His concentration was focused on keeping his composure that he didn’t notice that the water glass he had been holding slipped from his grasp and shattered on the floor.

‘Draco, are you okay?’ Hermione asked, her attention finally moving to her protégé.

‘I feel slightly off,’ Draco tried to make the reply as nonchalant as possible, but he had to choke down the veela’s insistent demand to say out right loud that she ought to pay attention to him.

‘You look paler than normal and your voice sounds raspy. Gods, how could I forget that you were just recovering from a cold?’ She reached out and touched his trembling hand. ‘I think your fever might return from the stress of being back in crowded place.’

Her eyes were full of concern and that made the veela’s fury calm down a little. At least she was not ditching him right now.

‘Viktor, I’m so sorry, but I think it would be best if I and Draco returned to the Manor.’ Hermione said and gathered her purse, ’thank you for the wonderful lunch.’

‘You are very welcome, Hermione. You are too kind to everyone.’ Viktor was rather unhappy about her sudden need to leave. If it wasn’t for that weakling Malfoy in her care he would have her halfway wooed.

‘If there’s any way I could thank you?’ Hermione trailed off, looking away from Draco and concentrating her gaze on Viktor.

‘There is one little thing you could do to make me very happy, today, but I do not dare to ask.’ Viktor knew that she was a complex person and outright requests would just make her shy away, so a covert tactic where she would be the instigator of things he desired was in place.

‘Don’t be so shy, Viktor. If it is something I could possibly do….’

‘I would love nothing more than to give you a kiss, my beautiful lady.’

A flush crept up her cheeks but she tilted her head up expectantly. Viktor’s kiss was soft and tender on her lips and lasted maybe a few seconds, but it did feel right to her, as he was a free and available man and thus she had all rights to like him more than a friend.

Draco was positively torn at the sight of his mate kissing another man. It might have been just a peck by all means of society standards, but to a veela, it was much more than an innocent gesture.

He was in a haze of hurt when she led him away from the restaurant to the Apparition spot. Her sweet words of concern whether he’d be capable to Apparate didn’t matter. He had seen the sight of which his last night’s nightmare was made of.

He had tried to be a considerate human and not a desperate creature in love but it was backfiring on him now like a dozen of Jelly-leg jinxes cast at the same time when he tried to run.

‘Maybe you need a healer?’ Hermione asked as she felt him sag in her arms when they had Apparated into the Manor’s entrance hall.

‘No, I’m fine,’ he rasped, torn between the need to drag her to his room and keep her in his arms until she didn’t want to be near any other man, or letting her go and come to him freely.

Creature or not, a Malfoy still had to retain his pride, so Draco got out of her embrace and stumbled towards the stairs.

‘Draco, wait,’ she called out desperately, but he didn’t stop, intent on preserving his dignity and not falling on his knees and begging her to pay attention to him,like the veela demanded.

‘You are burning up,’ she said as she put her palm on his forehead,’ are you sure you will be fine?’

Her concern seemed so true, so warm and comforting like a feather duvet and he stopped for a moment, letting the veela revel in the warm delusion that the mate cared for him.

‘I just need to get some rest,’ he protested weakly, reaching for the barrister to retain balance.

‘Yes, yes, that’s what you need,’ her voce was full of concern and he felt that he couldn’t resist her when she placed his arm around her shoulders to support him when walking up the stairs.

In moments like this he hated to have the veela vulnerability. Yes, he had read that a veela’s reaction to a mate’s actions can be dramatic in a physical aspect, but it didn’t mean that he expected, or much less liked, to be like this all the time. But her closeness was like a balm to his whirled emotions. She was there for him right now, and that was all that mattered to his distraught veela part.

‘You change into your pyjamas and I’ll go and get the potions, ok?’ I’ll be just a second.’ He hardly registered her words, but felt instantly lonely at the loss of her closeness. Bracing himself, Draco got to his closet and quickly changed into his pyjamas and slipped into bed, awaiting her arrival. The veela was ecstatic to comply with any demand from the mate, and Draco now knew that sometimes it was better to comply with it as then life was calmer, saner and better.


Hermione rushed to her room to retrieve some basic healing potions, her mind reeling and feelings of guilt flooding her. How could she have forgotten that Draco was still recovering from his stint in prison? He was trying to put on a brave front, but a cold was something that brought down even the strongest wizards.

When she returned to his room and saw him huddled in bed obediently, her heart skipped a beat. He looked so adorable with his big, confused eyes and the mussed blond hair.

‘Here, take this first,’ she sat down on his bed next to him and opened a vial. ‘And maybe this one, too,’ she handed him another vial with a fever reducing draught.

‘You know you’re an angel because you’re taking care of someone like me?’ he asked groggily.

‘I’m just doing what anyone would…’

‘That’s not true;’ she tried to protest.’

‘Everyone else would’ve wanted to leave me to die, to them I’m nothing but a dirty criminal,’ he said with a dose of self loathing.

‘You have done enough to repent what you did. With the right guidance, you will become a good and sweet man,’ she tried to reassure him, trying to make the compliment sound true and not just said out of courtesy.

‘So if you think I’m so sweet you’re going to like this,’ he whispered and leaned to capture her lips with his. Draco had let the veela take over for once, as she was so close, so caring, wonderful…

Draco’s kiss was definitely unexpected, but done with such a longing tenderness that she just couldn’t push him away. His lips moved tenderly teasing over hers, in slow, perfect motions, whilst his hands found their way into her tangled hair to pull her closer. When his tongue begged for entrance, she parted her lips in welcome. She knew that it was wrong, but it felt so good to be kissed like this.

After what seemed like forever, he pulled away from the kiss and pulled her close.

‘Please stay with me, angel?’ he begged.

Hermione knew that he needed her, he was so weak and vulnerable right now and declining her support would be just plain cruel, so she swished her wand and transfigured her clothes into a modest pyjama and slid under the covers, where Draco enclosed her in his arms immediately.

Didn’t they say that th best medicine is body warmth?

But that was her last problem to ponder about. The day had been eventful, too eventful for her taste. The taste of the forbidden, namely draco, was so much sweeter than the taste of the good and safe, Viktor.

Who was the better one?

So who’s the better man for our dear girl? Our dear veela is going to get an unexpected helper! Who will it be? The ones who’ll guess it will get a veela muse wish fulfilled!