My Mate

My Mate
Chapter 9: Knock Down Drag Out Fights

November 20
5:08 pm


Ginny Apparated to Malfoy Manor with a loud “pop”
and found herself in the middle of the foyer face to face with a
very startled Narcissa. She was swathed in green that matched her
eyes and she dropped the glass she was holding and it fell to the floor,
shattering across the tile.

A horrified look ced hed her beautiful pale face and she
lunged forward, latching onto Ginny’s arm dragging her down the
hallway at a fast clip. Ginny started struggling.

“What are you doing?”

“Shhh!” Narcissa snapped. “Don’t say a word.”
For being so frail, the older woman didn’t have much trouble hussling
Ginny along. A door squeaked open behind them and Narcissa froze.
Measured footsteps reached their ears and Draco’s mother shoved
Ginny into an alcove under the stairs. It was only seconds before she heard,

“Narcissa.” The voice was silky and struck a note of
terror in Ginny’s chest. No one ever suspected how much Lucius Malfoy
still haunted her. She felt the familiar clawing of panic at her throat
as she fought to keep her breathing slow and quiet.

She could hear the rustle of the other woman’s expensive
green robes as she turned to her husband.

“Lucius.” Ginny picked up the barest hint of a waver in
Narcissa’s voice. “Is there something you need?”

“I’m going out to a meeting.” He paused and Ginny
quivered imagining that he’d found her hiding spot. Thankfully a
few seconds later, he continued though his voice was a bit more
dangerous than before.

“Be here when I get back.” Neither witch moved until
he was out of sight. Ginny still had her eyes closed when Narcissa
yanked her out into the hallway and shoved her through a door to
their left, slamming ihindhind Ginny.

She was in a large room tastefully, but elaborately
decorated in black, silver and green. It took her a moment to
notice she wasn’t alone.

Draco looked up from where he was standing beside a
large ornate bed, surprise written all over his face.

It took her another moment to realize that he was half naked.

Despite having attended Hogwarts with the man for six years, she
had never seen him without a shirt. She wished to Merlin, she still hadn’t.

His flaxen hair was still damp and dripping, little rivulets
running down his perfectly sculpted chest, drawing her attention.

Down. Down. Down.


His pants weren’t zipped.


The breath rushed from her lungs with a “whoosh” as
the bulge that resided there grew before her eyes. A strange tingling
feeling spread throughout her and the core of her body began a pulse
that felt both primitive and earthy. The desire to feel him press against
her unfurled inside her but was quickly crushed by his sharp words.

“What the hell are you doing here Weasley?” It came
out as a snarl, instantly breaking the lustful spell Ginny was under.
Her temper rose to the fore and she charged forward, stabbing her
finger into his bare chest.

“What am I doing here! Let’s just start with you shall we?”
Draco backed up until he collided with the wall.

“How dare you!” She was hissing and sputtering, trying
to get her words to work together all at the same time.

“How daou pou put a Lover’s Loyalty spell on me!
You arrogant, conceited, pompous rat! Bastard! I am not now,
nor will I ever be your property! I will do what I want, with whomever
I want and you have no say…!”

Ginny screeched as she was flipped onto the mammoth bed
and pinned to the lush down surface. During her tirade, she hadn’t
noticed the rage mounting in his eyes, but now she felt it in the brutal
way he locked down her body with his, and the bruising fingers grng ng
her wrist. His usually lazy lips were pinched and tight and he was
literally snarling.

It was as if the beast inside him had been loosed,
but it was the look in his eyes that sent shivers racing down her body.
She’d expected flames but got ice. The silver color had turned cold
as ice chips and his eyes looked completely frozen over.

“Who did you let touch you Weaslette?” When she
didn’t answer, he shook her hard and bared his straight white teeth.
“Who!” Draco roared.

A small sob broke through the barrier she’d constructed
even as it horrified her. “That’s none of your business Malfoy! I…”

“Who was it, you little whore?”

Complete and utter fury was roaring through his
veins like a freight train, his vision colored red and it was as if he
were watching someone else move his body. It wasn’t him
that had thrown her on the bed. It wasn’t him crushing her small wrists.

It was him however that got kneed in the groin
and shoved off the bed. It was him who latched onto her ankle
and took her down with him. Excruciating pain shook off the
haze and brought him fully back to reality.

“Ginny!” She was attempting to crawl away from him,
but by this time there was no escaping an enraged veela in full
“hunt and mate” mode. He flipped her over and pulled her under him.

It was him who sank a fist in her hair and it was damn
well him who bit her neck righere ere her pulse was pounding.
A scream burst from her lips and somewhere in the back of his
mind, he was glad he always had a soundproofing spell placed
on his rooms. A buzzing sounded in his head as a rush of warmth
raced through him like a shot of tequila.

He frantically tried to shove the animal back into the
cage and slam the door before he gave into the fierce urge to
move her clothing, release himself and plunge into her waiting body.
Draco had smelled the hint of her arousal as she stood there
devouring him with her eyes and it had nearly done him in.

Draco wrestled and wrestled, all the while keeping his mouth and
teeth firmly locked on her neck. She was whimpering and he could
feel the life beating through her. It was when he sensed it falter that
he finally managed to crowd it back.

Slowly, but steadily, his grip loosened, and his body relaxed.
His hands stopped bruising and started caressing. His teeth unlocked
and his tongue began lightly licking at her wound, as he nuzzled her
neck softly.

She was still struggling to draw air into her lungs and barely
registered that the pain had ceased, leaving behind a small ache
in her neck. When his teeth had sunk into her neck, it felt as though
her mind had exploded. His arousal was hot and hard against her
thigh wrecking havoc on her body responses.

The shaking started deep in his bones and spread outward
and he didn’t notice her own trembling until he lifted his head from
where it was buried in her . F. Fear rose from her body and drifted
to his nostrils.

Good. She needs to be afraid. The savage thought was
unbidden, but he relished it.

The ebb and flow of his blood left him drained and exhausted,
but all it took was the thought of her “lover” to regenerate a healthy dose
of indignation and anger. A bloody inquisition wouldn’t be able rag rag a
name from her, so Draco settled for a more subtle route.

“The little bastard is only using you for ybodybody.
He probably has a nice rich betrothal lined up, but he’s keeping
you for a little fun on the side.”

Draco could literally feel the outrage welling up as her
chest expanded. Merlin, did she have nice breasts! She was
well-endowed, but not overly so and their softness almost pushed
him over the edge again.

“Bradley is not using me for my body and how dare
you call him a bastard!” Her voice ended shrilly and she shoved
him off her.

“You insipid, chauvinistic, prick! You’re the bastard!”
Ginny jumped to her feet, hands on her hips and glared at the
veela sitting on the floor.

Draco sneered viciously and slowly rose to his full height,
a good foot above the small witch. His light hair was tousled and
Ginny could see the restrained savagery reflected in his icy eyes.

“So…” He drawled. “…Bradley is it?” His voice was
mocking and Ginny’s mouth fell open as she realized her slip.

“Bugger!” Her eyes narrowed. “You did that on
purpose didn’t you?”

Draco grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the wall,
rubbing his hardened arousal against her like a large panther.

“I warned you before that I don’t share.” He moved
toward her lips but she jerked away; not deterred however, he
nipped the tender skin by her ear.

“I meant it.” Leaning, back Draco took her jaw in
one large hand and forced her eyes to his. “Now I’m going to
explain a few things, and if you have any sense in that insolent
little head of yours, you’ll listen and take heed.” She pursed her
lips in a frown, which only drew his attention.

They were soft and pink and full. Tantalizingly full.

Bloody hell was she beautiful. Not in the traditional sense
of the word, but he couldn’t seem to get enough looking at her.
He’d never really liked red-heads before but she was just so alive!
Right now she was positively vibrating with energy. Like one of those
Muggle electrical wires.

“First, I am going to remind you that keeping yourself
for me is not just a whim. It is true that I don’t share…” His lips
curled, baring his teeth. “…but unless you want a raving mad veela
breaking down your door, you’ll behave yourself.”

He felt her take a deep breath, but cut her off before she
could begin her tirade.

“Second, I only have so long I can give you before I
claim you as my mate.” Her eyes widened at the blatant statement.
“Third…” Draco bent his head down until their foreheads were touching
and he continued in a deadly tone.

“…if you ever, ever come to Malfoy Manor again without
myself expressly bringing you here, I will devise a punishment so severe,
that it will have you begging to please me again.”

A small whimper escaped her lips and he realized
that his grip must be painful. Draco loosened his hold, and dove
for her lips. The kiss was bruising, demanding, and dominating.
Breathing became secondary as they were lost in a maelstrom of
sensations. Ginny wriggled in his embrace, until she finally gave up
and allowed him to nip and suck her lush mouth.

Draco cut it off before he lost his grip on the leash that
kept the beast reined, but not before one last thrust of his hips to
remind her just what was coming.

Before she could catch her breath, he threw on a shirt,
grabbed his cloak, and Apparated them to Hogsmeade. He then
proceeded to drag her all the way to Hogwarts, never once letting
go of her arm. Ginny was still shaking from the trauma and didn’t
even consider trying to extricate herself.

The wizard didn’t stop until he had her in the Headmaster’s
office, facing Dumbledore, and McGonagall like a recalcitrant student.
They were both solemn, their faces inscrutable.

“Virginia is not to be allowed anywhere alone, especially
outside of Hogwarts.” Steeced ced his words, his face as still and cold
as marble. “She is restricted from anywhere except Hogwarts and
Hogsmeade, until further notice.”

Ginny stared at him in horror. He surely couldn’t make
such demands, could he? Draco continued in an even voice.

“Extra wards need to be placed around her chamber, and
if possible I would like it to be moved next to Snape in the dungeons.”

“But…”

“Silence!” Draco snapped and Ginny fell silent, berating
herself for her cowardice, yet at some level realizing that antagonizing
him further could reap consequences she wasn’t ready to accept yet.

Her future mate turned back to the professors.
“I even want someone watching her classes.” Draco turned
and stared into her eyes.

“I will come for her in three days.”


Gathering his cloak about him like a dark cloud,
Draco turned to leave, then hesitated. Leaning close to her
ear, he said.

“Oh, and Virginia dear…” His breath was hot and
tickled. “If I catch you anywhere near Bradley again, I won’t
stop with just a burn.”


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Whew! For some reason that chapter took me a long time and
was it ever hard to write! Hopefully they’ll come more quickly now,
but we’ll just have to see.

Draco just couldn’t be all nice and sweet. Not yet
at least. He’ll always be a little bit of a bastard, and Ginny
hasn’t had a chance to work her magic on him yet. I hope this
chapter turned out ok for y’all.

I would appreciate suggestions for this chapter.
I’m not sure if I like how the physical scenes turned out.
Any input or questions would be great.
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Anyway, I don’t know what comes next, but it should
be interesting. More Narcissa for sure. We’ll have to see what
Ginny’s reaction is and how she spends the three days. A new
character will be introduced soon and another little twist.

The more reviews, the faster I write and the more inspired I get.
Everyone’s been wonderful with the reviews. I have a couple people
who e-mail me questions or ideas and they have been extremely helpful.
It makes me think about what I need to cover in the forthcoming chapters.

I think the first chapter for “The Lion and the Veela” will
be done by this weekend, so look for it as well.

That’s all that I can think of, but have a wonderful day to all of you great readers!

Pegasus7