What A Malfoy Wants

A/N: I must apologize for the length of time that has elapsed since my last update. I don’t have any excuse except for the total lack of inspiration. I take great pride in my writing and I don’t like to force what is just not there. I would like to assure you that despite the long stretches between updates, I am committed to finishing this story as well as Haunted. Just please be patient. I know it sucks when you love a story and it takes forever for the writer to give you a new chapter.


Chapter 9


Veela n. A race of semi-human, semi-magical hominids reminiscent of the sirens from Greek mythology. Although predominantly female, a few rare males are born. Possessive and controlling creatures, a veela’s sole purpose in life is to find their mate and continue their race. Since the ratio of male to female is vastly different, most veela’s seek out a witch or wizard for their other half. The veela’s mate is truly their other half. They are the perfect match for the veela in every way, from looks, to temperment, to the ability to produce a healthy offspring. A veela’s mate is uniquely suited to fit into their life perfectly. They must also be healthy enough and strong enough to survive the transformation.

‘Transformation’, she thought desperately. ‘What transformation?’ She continued to read.

A veela, once they’ve found their mate, will move the stars to procur their mate. Their very life is tied to that of their mate. If the veela is rejected or their mate dies, they will die; wasting away until they slip into a coma, never to wake again.

Likewise, once mated, a veela’s happiness is tied to the happiness of their mate. They will do everything to ensure the health and happiness of their mate. As mentioned above, veela’s are very possessive and controlling. They will rule their mate with an iron fist to ensure that they do not put themselves in unnecessary danger. This is especially evident with a male veela. They are very jealous creatures and even the most innocent gesture may be construed as an attempt to separate them from their mate. This instinct is particularly strong for the first year after the mating. It is best advised to stay in seclusion during this time period. A veela is very dangerous when provoked.

Hermione sat back a little in her chair. She hadn’t really learned anything new so far. She knew that veela’s were possessive and domineering over their mates. She felt green around the gills at the thought of Draco Malfoy trying to dictate her life. She almost couldn’t wrap her brain around the fact that she had little to no control over her life any more. She massaged her temples and picked up her book once more.

At the age of thirteen, a veela has their mate dream. It is exactly as it sounds. The veela enters a deep sleep and their mate is revealed to them. Sometimes it is just a voice and sometimes it is a full-blown vision. It varies according to the amount of veela blood present in the child. Upon awakening, the still immature veela commits everything to memory and begins their search for their mate, for it could be a complete stranger.

At seventeen, a veela goes through their full transformation or ascension. The need to find and mark their mate becomes their driving force. Everything else is deemed inconsequential until they’ve marked their mate. Depending on the proximity of their prospective mate decides how fast they deteriorate. It is possible for a veela to exist for many years without marking their mate, but it is a cursed existence, a half-life in which the veela pines terribly for their mate. Ill-advised to the veela reading this, it is always better to be with your mate. Ignoring the mating instinct is likened to the pain of being dipped in acid every time you see your prospective mate. The longer the urge is over-looked, the worse it gets, especially if you see your mate with another.

Hermione was thoughtful as she contemplated the words in the text. She almost felt sorry for Draco Malfoy. No wonder he was hardly ever seen in public. It must have been agony for him to see her with Ron. It softened her ire against him just a bit. She respected the fact that he was going to just let her go. He had said that he saw that she was happy. She could also respect the fact that he wanted what was best for his son, that he didn’t want his son to suffer as he had. That didn’t mean that she was happy with the recent turn of events. She read on.

There are three marks placed during the mating. The first is placed on the slope where the neck and shoulder meet. The second is placed on the juncture where the thigh meets the abdomen. And the third is placed right above the heart. This is to ensure that enough venom is injected into the bloodstream to initiate the transformation. This is especially important if the mate is a female. Her body must change in order to bear a child of veela descent.

There must also be an exchange of blood. This ritual serves a dual purpose. Firstly, it unites the veela and their mate into one entity. The veela and their mate will be closer than any normal couple. They will be able to sense moods, emotions, and in the case of a very strong veela and an equally as strong partner, thoughts.

Secondly, in the case that the mate is a female, it readies her womb for fertilization. The mating ritual almost always results in a pregnancy.

Hermione sat back, stunned.

Pregnant.

The word reverberated in her mind, making things all together real in her mind. Draco planned to force the bond, no matter her thoughts, the day after Scorpius’ birthday. She’d never planned on having any more children. Hugo and Rose were her pride and joy. She was content to have just the two. Not only was thought of having another baby making her squirm, it was thought of carrying the baby of a young man almost half her age. It squiked her out to be honest. Even though seventeen was the age of majority in the wizarding world, it still didn’t make her feel any more comfortable.

She flushed as she thought about the marking. They expected her to submit herself to them, to be intimate with them. She still didn’t know exactly what they expected. Would they expect her to be with them both at once? She’d only ever been with Ron. She was rather terrified at the thought of being intimate with two men at once. She wasn’t sure how this would work.

Then there was the consideration that she still loved her husband. Malfoy may have annulled her marriage but he couldn’t cancel the love that she still held for Ron. Her eyes filled with tears as she thought of him and the kids. Surely Ron had been given the news of her plight by now. She wondered how he was doing. This was going to be just as hard on him and her children as it was on her.

And her children. She couldn’t very well expect Ron to give them up, too. She didn’t want to deprive them of their father but she didn’t want to never see them either. She supposed that they would have to come to some sort of arrangement. She didn’t know how feasible that would be. And would they be safe around the Malfoy’s? They were living, breathing proof of her sexual activities with another man. She didn’t know if they would trigger their aggression and their need to show their possession. That was something that she wanted neither of her children to witness.

But she was used to seeing them every day. It was one of the main reasons she had applied to be the Potion’s Mistress at Hogwart’s in the first place. She had missed them terribly after they started school. So after a few years of them being gone and Ron always gone with the team, she sought out Minerva and put in her application.

She hadn’t looked back. She felt very fulfilled from teaching. She loved the fact that she could finally share her vast knowledge of things and get the chance to help mold the future of her world. Now she didn’t have that any more either.

She had nothing except for the so-called love of two stubborn veela. She wasn’t even sure it could be construed as love. It sounded more like some misplaced biological need to seek out the first compatible female and sow the next generation of monsters. According to the veela, the mate didn’t even have to be available for courting. He could swoop in and pluck whatever witch he wanted from whichever family he wanted.

She thought it rather ironic that the supposed pinnacle of pureblood society, the Malfoys, would end up with a muggleborn for a mate. The only thing that would be worse was a muggle she mused to herself. She wondered if Draco would be so keen to force the bond in that case.

She was sure that he would. It sounded like it was rather hard work denying their instincts. She ceased her thoughts on that matter as she continued reading.

Veelas are very sensual and sexual creatures. They are very beautiful and men and women often become enchanted, finding themselves saying and doing the most ridiculous things to gain their attention. That being said, there is a remote chance that the chosen mate will spurn the veela’s advances. This usually happens if the mate is in a current relationship or if the veela and their mate had a falling out before the identity of their mate was revealed.

In this case, the veela may resort to using their pheromones as an aphrodisiac. Contrary to popular belief, these pheromones only work on the mate, so they can not coerce just any regular citizen into having intercourse with them.

Hermione sucked in a deep breath. There was the proof, in plain black and white, that Draco was her mate. She vividly recalled what it felt like when she smelled his unique fragrance. She felt the connection between them, the urge to submit to his whims. She blushed wildly as her arousal soaked her panties as she recalled how nice he had felt pressed against her the last time they argued.

That was a few days ago. They had left her to her own devices, presumably to give her time to calm down and read the books that Draco had left her. The only thing she had seen was the little house elf, Tink, that she was rapidly growing quite fond of. She had referred to her as Mistress until Hermione had finally cajoled her into calling her ‘Missus Hermione’.

She looked out at the frozen gardens wistfully. It hardly felt like Christmastime. She hadn’t been shopping. She hadn’t been out of this damn room! She’d really like the opportunity to get some gifts for her loved ones but somehow she just knew that Malfoy wouldn’t be letting her out of this house anytime soon. She felt like a prisoner, awaiting her execution. Only she wasn’t looking forward to death, she was looking forward to being tied to two incredibly selfish creatures. Their only thoughts were focused on their wants and needs.

They would face an uphill battle. She would never stop loving Ron. She would always, always love her children that she had, had with him. She would always love Harry and Ginny, Molly and Arthur. She wasn’t sure if she could ever love someone who took away her freedom.

She was torn in her heart. She knew that if she didn’t mate with Scorpius and Draco that it would inevitably lead to their deaths. Even during the Great War, she’d never purposefully caused anyone’s deaths. Even that despicable Dolohov, the one who had almost killed her in the Department of Mysteries, she’d had her chance to end him and she didn’t. She didn’t want another person’s blood on he hands.

She watched the snow as it drifted to the ground. Winter was her favorite season. There was something enchanting in the air. She loved the shock of the cold air on her skin, the warmth of a mug of chocolate or butterbeer in her hands, and the smell of fresh fallen snow.

She loved when the sun came out after a good snow. It literally looks as if the ground is covered in thousands of sparkling diamonds. She wanted to go outside now and sit in the snow, to feel the cold against her skin. She loved to see the trees covered in a fine layer of eyes, looking as if they were spun from the finest glass. She remembered spending hours outdoors while she was still a student, reveling in the beauty of the season. She remembered taking her children outside and teaching them the fine art of snowman making. She remembered Rose’s carefree laugh when she’d charmed a small army of snow people to attack Harry, Ron, and George one evening with snowballs. She remembered making snow angels at the Burrow and Molly’s gentle reprimands on the kids for treading snow through the house.

She shook herself back to the present and closed her book when she heard footsteps in the hall. It was time to face the music once more. She just hoped that she could keep pace with the two hormonal veela. She would not lose herself. She would not let them take over her entire life.

End Note: So, thoughts? What would you like to see happen next? I feel like this story is lagging a bit. I feel like I need to address a few more things before they bond. I.E. custody of the children, should I have Ron file something to prevent them from visiting Hermione at the manor? I didn’t want him to be a villain but I’d like to think of this as attempt to at least make Malfoy allow Hermione away to see her children. He can’t keep a mother from her children, not if he wants her to be happy. On that note, Happy Mother’s Day and here’s to hoping that it won’t be so long until the next update.