Malfoy\'s Mate

None of the Harry Potter characters belong to me. Not one!

This is an Adult Fan Fic. Please don\'t read if you have problems with sex or bad grammar.

***Chapter One

*** THE TRAIN


Hermione couldn’t wait to get on the train. She wanted to return to Hogwarts. It was now more of a home than the house she had grown up in. It was so safe perhaps because it was magical and she could well remember the fairy tales her dad use to read her where everything magical had a happy ending. She was still searching for hers. Happy Ending that is!

She had her trunks stored long before she saw the red heads of the Weasleys and the one dark haired one. She sighed. She wondered if this year would be just as difficult as the past 5.

Harry, Ron, and Ginny were looking around. She could tell they were looking for her. She jumped off the train and ran over to them. She hit Harry hard in the chest and almost bowled him over. Ron reached around and steadied them both.

There they were. Just where she wanted to be. She was in Harry’s arms, and they were in Rons. She laughed up into their faces. She was positively glowing. The boys laughed just to look at her. She was bubbling over. She was so full of life.

Fred and George Weasley came up and one grabbed Ron and the other Harry, and stretched their arms around the three. Hermione was almost giddy with laughter. Life was good. Again.

The whistle blew and all of the Weasley’s and Harry and Hermione broke apart. It was Fred and George’s first real look at Hermione. She had definitely blossomed this summer. The two looked at each other and then at their younger brother. He had not noticed yet. The two gave each other a look that declared louder than words that their baby brother was just that.

With one last wave at their mum they boarded the train. Hermione was trying to talk and walk at the same time. It was very difficult because she kept bumping into classmates trunks that had not been put away and the occasional pet. Fred and then George was always there to give her a helping hand.

They quickly found a car and got comfy. A silence suddenly fell. It was Fred and George who broke it.

George said, “Hermione how have you been doing ” and Fred finished, “ since you know…your parents was killed.” Hermione looked down at her hands.

“Thanks guys. All of you coming to the funeral meant so much to me. I would have loved to have come for the summer, but my Aunt insisted that I attend a special school.”

After a few minutes of ribbing about Hermione being FORCED to go to school. Ginny asked, “What kind of a school was it?” Hermione blushed and said, “You’ve probably never heard of it.”

They all agreed that it was probably so, but Ginny wanted to know. Hermione reluctantly said, “It is really just a very small summer school for ladies.” When she realized she couldn’t get out of giving the name without causing a scene she said as nonchalantly as possible. It’s called Belladonna’s Prep Academy.”

Fred, George, and Ginny all froze and looked at Hermione with eyes wide and their mouth hanging open. Ron was a little slower in placing the name, but when he did he burst out “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. That school is the most exclusive Prep school in the wizarding world. You have to be on the list since you were born to even get in. It must cost a million galleons. How did you manage it?”

Hermione flushed a bright red. She didn’t know how much they knew about the school and hoped they didn’t know much more than that it was truly exclusive and expensive.

Fred and George were exchanging significant glances, between each other and Hermione. She started to squirm in her seat. They couldn’t possibly know. Could they?

“An…acquaintance of my aunts is on the board and said it was just what I needed to take my mind off of my loss. I was almost the youngest student there.”

Fred reached over and whispered in George’s ear. George leaned forward to Hermione and whispered Concubinology. Hermione completely stilled.

The boys were very excited, but they were trying to keep a lid on it. :”Please tell us about Belladonna.”

Hermione immediately appeared to be her normal self.

Ginny had watched the entire exchange. As a girl of her age she shouldn’t have known about Belladonna Prep, but as a receptacle for Tom Riddle’s memories she had a vast array of information at her fingertips.

The boys were asking, “Hermione, who got you into the school. I know that it is very exclusive. It is one place your grades would not have helped you. However, (big smirk) your willingness to learn would be an asssset.”

Ginny interrupted and said, “Dumbledore must know that you attended this summer.”

Harry and Ron were giving Ginny funny looks. Her voice had sounded hard, and their friend was very uncomfortable.

Hermione sighed, at least some of the truth had to come out. “It’s true. When my aunt became my guardian she was contacted by a family solicitor that had some interest in me. It was never explained to me how or why. Merely that it was so and the solicitor offered to pay for me to attend this exclusive all girls school . Dumbledore, after talking to the solicitor, agreed. To my aunt it was the best of a bad situation. She was fulfilling her obligation and getting me out of her hair at the same time.”

Ron always slow to catch on said, “Bloody Hell! Belladonna Prep. Wow! Hermione you will have to tell us exactly what you learned…”

A knock sounded on the door and there were several 1st year prefects lining the corridor. Fred and George immediately stood up. “After you Head boy. “ “No, I insist after you head boy.” The twins were having fun.

Dumbledore had asked the boys to come back to finish their final year. He had even offered to make them both Head boys. The reasoning behind the offer was the rebellion they had led against Umbridge. It showed their leadership skills, …and of course the now legendary piece of magic that was The Swamp.

Both boys had been ready to move on. Molly had given them Hell for quitting. When Dumbledore wanted to make them both Headboys, she FORCED them to go back. “That’s 4 head boys for the family.” She was often caught bragging to her friends. Apparently emotional black mail would work on Fred and George.

Fred and George Weasley as head boys. This was going to be a year to remember.

Shortly after Fred and George left, the door opened and Malfoy stood there. He was tall. He was taller than Ron. Maybe even taller than Fred and George, but his face still had the petulant look of a child.

“Potty and the Weasel.” was his initial greeting and it was almost cordial until he saw Hermione. His nose curled like he smelt something.

“What are you doing. Come here!“ Hermione immediately jumped up. She then hesitated. Malfoy reached out and grabbed her. He pulled her tightly to his chest with one arm and had his wand firmly gripped in the other.

Harry and Ron were on their feet immediately, but Ginny just looked considering. Malfoy had never wanted to have close contact with any of them before. Especially not Hermione. He always acted like Mud Blood was a disease that he could catch.

Hermione had never voluntarily got within touching distance of Malfoy unless she was going to punch him or hex him.

Ron reached out and took Hermione’s arm and tried to pull her away from Malfoy.

Draco just turned his gaze on Ron and he started to scream. The heat was too much it felt like he was dying. Hermione made a move to go to him and Draco stopped her.

Harry didn’t know which friend to help. Ginny was bending over Ron saying an incantation that seemed to be soothing him.

Harry had his wand trained on Malfoy when a black clad arm came into the car and forcibly stopped him.

Green eyes met black. Both were determined.

“Potter you will stop. You have my word that Miss Granger will not be harmed as long as you do not attempt to touch her or Mr. Malfoy do you understand?”

Harry turned away from Professor Snape. He was not backing down from Malfoy. Not now. NOT EVER!

*************

Professor Snape did the safest thing for everyone. He stunned Harry and floated him out of the car. As Harry floated past Hermione, Malfoy stepped in front of her so she couldn’t even see Harry. Hermione’s head was bent. Draco gently moved her face up to look at him.

Following Professor Snape’s instructions, Ginny helped Ron to move to the car across the aisle. As she passed Malfoy and Hermione she had an almost overwhelming desire to throw herself at Malfoy and kiss him. By the time the thought was completed she was in the corridor and decided that it was too bad you couldn’t do cleansing spells on your mind to get rid of unbidden and unwanted images.

Snape sorted them into the new car tossing out the first years that had been in the car. He locked the door before he enervated Harry and while Harry was trying to sort himself out he tended to the burns on Ron’s face. If they scarred Molly would have his head.

Ginny was looking across the corridor. She could see into the car they had just left.

She could see Hermione and Malfoy. Malfoy was touching Hermione. Her hair, her neck,…. her breasts. Ginny was joined by her brother and Harry. They watched Malfoy move his hands to her shirt. He carefully pulled her shirt open until her collar bone was fully exposed. He sprouted fangs and bit Hermione. They could see her body jump and they heard her yell of pain from across the corridor. Malfoy placed his wrist inside her mouth so she bit down on his arm in her pain. Soon blood was dripping from Malfoys wrist. Malfoy’s body was undulating as if he was having sex. They saw Hermione lapping at Malfoys blood. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They were still fully clothed but both were exhibiting signs of sexual gratification.

The friends were shocked.

Harry, Ron, and Ginny were still trying to get to Hermione. By all appearances Malfoy was a vampire and he was feeding from Hermione. But why had Hermione bit Malfoy? And why was he moving his pelvis as if he were having sex. Why did she look like she was enjoying it.

Professor Snape losing what little patience he had, cast them all in a body bind and silenco. They all fell into the glass wall that looked into the car that Hermione and Malfoy were in.

His silky voice demanded their attention. “Despite appearances Mr. Malfoy is not harming Miss Granger. What you are witnessing is the first step in the Veela mating process. His fangs will only appear during certain times. He is injecting a powerful venom/sedative into her body. The venom will not harm her, because she is chosen, but it would kill any of us. She will go into a deep sleep and sleep for a few hours. Mr. Malfoy will be very protective of Miss Granger until the effects of the venom wears off and she is fully recovered. I would suggest that you stay far away from Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger for the rest of the evening.

Mr. Malfoy has known since third year that Hermione was his mate. He found out when apparently he could not retaliate to Miss Grangers physical attack because he was flooded by love and the need to protect her even from himself. Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley I believe you were both present as well as Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle.”

They couldn’t nod or make any noise.

Professor Snape said, “Ah yes. Well. Mr. Malfoy had to threaten Mr. Goyle not to harm Miss Granger. Mr. Crabbe revealed that he had developed a… tendre for Miss Granger. Mr. Malfoy swore that if he ever looked at Miss Granger that he would rip his eyes out.” A short pause and a cough could be heard, “Apparently, Mr. Crabbe seems to have taken those words to heart and he never looks directly at Miss Granger.” Snape’s voice almost sounded amused.

After several moments of watching Mr. Malfoy hump, kiss, and fondle Miss Granger both bodies went still and a cry of release could be heard. Probably throughout all the train. Hermione’s body went limp just as Professor Snape had said. Snape looked on as Mr. Malfoy sat and pulled her onto his lap. He continued to nuzzle her neck and lips even though she was incapable of giving a response. Shortly he placed her on the seat and started unbuttoning her shirt.

Snape realized that he was being a voyeur and forcing the children to do like wise. He put a locking spell on the car that Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger were in. The car could only be opened from the inside and an impenetrable spell so the students wouldn’t start their education on the Hogwarts Express.on the car that Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger were in.

He rearranged his robes and then he removed the body bind but not the silencing spell from the three students in his compartment.

“Mr. Malfoy was not to initiate Miss Granger so soon. He was going to wait until her birthday. He must have been threatened by you Mr. Weasley and you Mr. Potter. I suggest if you wish to keep your friendship with Miss Granger intact that you allow no sexual thoughts of Miss Granger. I would also suggest that no physical contact occur between you three for your own safety.

Veela are very powerful and very territorial. If Mr. Malfoy sees you as a threat he will eliminate you. If you have done anything to provoke the attack he will not be punished. See the Veela Mate Protection Act of 1665.

Miss Granger will be a bit confused by all that has occurred. You three will no doubt remember more than she will after she awakens. Please know that she had to give consent for the first marking to take place. Consent must be given not once but three times. The Veela cannot force his mate to receive the first marking, and she has marked him as her own as well.”

He removed the silencing spell and they all had questions.

Harry said, “What about the other, uh markings! Can he force her to receive those?”
Ron Said, “Maybe she was under a spell.”

Professor Snape held up his hand. “I have to inform the headmaster that we are …a little ahead of schedule.”

Ginny asked quickly before he could leave. “Is that the reason she went to Belladonna Prep?”

Professor Snape turned to Ginny and with a cryptic, “Come to the potions classroom tomorrow at 7 pm.” he was gone.

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Hermione had immediately stood up when she heard Malfoy’s voice commanding her to come. Then she stopped. Why was she obeying Malfoy? Automatically obeying a command from Malfoy was an action so against her nature that she was stunned.

Malfoy grabbed her wrist and before she could pull back she was enfolded in his arms. He smelt so good. He smelt like clean laundry, a spring day, and hot from the oven chocolate chip cookies. She was so wrapped up in the smell and the feel of his body that she didn’t even realize what was taking place around her. She didn’t hear the shouting or feel Ron tugging on her arm. She was confused and was trying to gather her thoughts when someone very gently touched her chin. Her face was lifted to gaze into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. She realized that the eyes were looking at her like she was the most precious person in the whole wide world. It gave her a warm feeling. The eyes came closer and his lips briefly touched her lips. She started to close her eyes but the wonderful voice told her to keep her eyes open. She opened her eyes. Her body felt so alive. She was tingling everywhere.

That wonderful voice came to her again. “Do you like this? And this?” As the lips moved from her lips to her throat she was practically shuttering in desire. She moaned , “yes”.

The voice said, “I want you to be mine. Do you want to be mine?” He had opened a few buttons of her shirt and was kissing the tender neck of her skin. His hand brushed across her breast bringing the nipples to very taut attention. “Yes-s.”

Once again the palms of his hands teased her breast. “Will you be my mate?”

He stilled to give her a chance to answer, but he kept her gripped firmly by one arm while the other was caressing her.

“Yes.” moaned Hermione. Only one more.

His other hand pulled her very tight into his groin. He groaned as she instinctively started to grind against him. “Will you be mine forever?” He pushed back with his pelvis while massaging her butt.

“Yes.”

He whispered in her ear, “Say you’ll be with me forever.” Her breathy answer came immediately, “Forever”.

He chuckled.

He started to mark her when his Slytherin brain kicked in. A perfect opportunity like this should not be wasted.

He kissed, licked, caressed, and ground her against his pelvic bone until she was ready to agree to anything? “Will you stay with me forever?“

“Yes.”

“This will be so much easier if you will obey me? Will you obey me Hermione?”

“Yes”

“Do you pledge a wizards oath to what you have said?“

“Yes.” He sighed in relief. He had won. Her friends would not be able to keep her away.


Even though he had never done this before he knew exactly what must be done. He opened his mouth wide, as if in a yawn. He felt the fangs break through the roof of his mouth. It didn’t hurt. He knew what he MUST do. His hands pushed aside the top of her shirt showing her collar bone. He sank his fangs in. As the venom flowed from his fangs the blood was flowing from Hermione. He lapped up all he could.

Draco had been told that the venom burned like acid. A slow release was usually better. The pain would be lengthened, but bearable. It was important that she not pass out until the binding had been completed. That is what he was told, but he had other ideas.

She screamed in pain. A huge gut retching scream.

He quickly placed his wrist inside of her mouth and she bit down.

It wasn’t hard enough. She had to break the skin.

He pushed more venom into her body. The fire that started coursing through her body had her in agony. She bit down harder. Malfoy grabbed a breast and twisted the nipple as hard as he dared.

Yes!

She had broke through his skin. His blood was now in her mouth. Now the blood was flowing from her to him and back. He softly ordered her. “Taste me. My blood is now yours. Yours is mine. Swallow. Good. Good.“

The scent, the taste, the success of having her was too much. He bore down more on her neck and his hips starting to jerk in quicker spasms. It was the first time he realized that he had a monster hard on that was almost…almost ready to explode. With his remaining hand he picked her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around him. The scent and heat of her arousal almost drove him mad. Two more thrusts and he came. Malfoy released her collar bone when she released his wrist. It was the exact moment that their bodies was overcome with pleasure. Hermione passed out with the last shudder.

Draco scooped her body up and held it on his lap. He couldn’t believe this wonderful creature was finally his. He continued to plant small kisses on her face and neck. He rubbed her breasts through her shirt.

Suddenly, it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

He laid her on the seat and started unbuttoning her shirt. Before he could remove the 8 tiny buttons he lost all patience and tore the buttons off. She was lying there helpless. No not helpless. She was his. She had said so. Three times. She was truly his.

Draco had her unclothed in a matter of a few hurried moments. He gazed on her body. It was perfection itself. As he removed her underwear he could smell her arousal. He brought the underwear to his face and sniffed. AH Heaven!

Space was rather cramped so he enlarged the compartment and turned the seat into a bed. Hermione was lying on his bed. He had begun to fantasize about her being in his bed last year. He was instantly hard. He needed her, but he knew he couldn’t take her virginity while she recovered.

Quickly, his clothes joined hers. His hands freely roamed her body. Her breasts were exquisite. They were aurora less. Not uncommon for someone who had red or red streaked hair. He pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked. The nipple became hard and he quickly grabbed the other and gave it the same attention. It seemed that he was insatiable. He HAD to come again.

He climbed on top of Hermione and squeezed her breast together. A little lubricant, in the form of her cum, was quickly applied and he was easily slipping in and out of her breasts. This was truly the best sex he had ever had. In less than 5 minutes he knew he was coming. He squirted all over her breasts and face. She had some on her lips. Draco bent down and gently licked his cum from her lips. He darted his tongue into her mouth. He wished she was not so out of it. He wanted her to return the kiss.

“Hermione kiss me.” Hermione did just as he commanded. Draco was shocked, but laughed out loud. He was once again getting hard and this time he knew the best way to relieve it.

Draco picked up her hips and brought her very essence to his mouth. One lick and the unconscious Hermione was squirming. That was all of the encouragement he needed. His tongue went to work. Hermione started to buck. Her body was enjoying the attention even if her mind was elsewhere. In just a few minutes he was so aroused he was rubbing against Hermione’s leg. He had to have some type of friction. Realizing that he could make himself cum without trying out his theory had him slowing down just long enough to position himself over her mouth.

“Open your mouth Hermione. Wider. Yes. Wider. Good girl. Now I’m going to put something very precious in your mouth. Don’t bite, that‘s an order. Pull you lips over your teeth. You need to lick and suck on it. It won’t hurt you. If you feel like you are gagging breathe through your nose. Remember I won’t hurt you. You must do what I say.”

Malfoy pushed himself several inches into her mouth. When he felt the back of her throat he stopped. “Gently close you mouth and suck.” She obeyed his every command. That felt so good. He tried to enjoy the sensation without thrusting. It was difficult the urge was becoming harder. “Now circle the head a few times with your tongue.” Another involuntary groan escaped Malfoy. He was not going to last long.

He bit gently on her clit and she wrapped her legs around his head as he milked her. He had started to thrust with her first moan. His dick was in her mouth. His tongue on her clit, he had a finger in her pussy and his other finger…finally ..was in her crack.

She started to try to buck him off when his finger was first inserted into her ass. It was an instinctual response. With each jerk of her hips he was getting deeper. She moaned and trembled as he pumped faster and faster into her mouth. When he came she struggled not to choke. He was still lapping at her juices. He commanded her. “Swallow. Learn to love the taste. We will enjoy each others body many times over our life time.”

He was spent but he was still in her mouth. “Clean me. Gently.” As she worked on cleaning him he was still playing with her. He was moving some of the cum back to her ass. He had stretched her quite a bit. He wasn’t sure if it was enough or not, but he had an urge to come inside her that he couldn’t deny. He understood dimly that it was part of the mating ritual, but he had not been tutored on this part. The one fact that had been hammered into him was that he could not take her virginity until the final mark was given.

The plan had been to get her to agree to taking the first mark. Along with the mark he must make her sexually aroused enough to have an orgasm. He had done that and went a step further by making her give him a mark. Step 2. (sorta)

That must be the difference. When she marked him back he had a basic desire to make her his. Mark his territory so to speak. He started to harden again. Just the thought was turning him on.

He pushed another finger in and she merely grunted. He used the two fingers and tried to stretch her. He knew that he would lose control and take her anyway in a few minutes so he wanted to try to prepare her. His pumping action had her breasts bobbing. He could feel them against his lower stomach. It was such an erotic feeling. He was pounding her so forcefully now that her head was bobbing into his balls. Oh! He groaned out loud. He looked for his wand to cast a lubricating spell. It was across the room. “Accio wand.”
The wand came flying into his hand. He had just performed wandless magic.

He dropped the wand and pointed his finger at her ass. Lubricate.

It worked! That was all he really cared about.

He quickly rolled off of Hermione and pulled her up on her knees and told her to “stay“.

He positioned himself behind her. His dick was in his hand and it had never felt so large. He was impressed with himself. He knew he had to take it as easy as he could. He didn’t want to damage her.

His finger smeared some lubricant on himself. He was poised at the puckered rosette ready to force his way in when it came to him what he needed to do.

“Hermione, I know you can feel my finger.” He gently an barely pushed into her. “Try to push my finger out.” She immediately clamped down on his finger.

“No, don’t push that way. Push like you are trying to have a bowel movement.” She hesitated for just a moment and then he felt the muscles relaxing as she bore down.

“This will sting some. Just keep pushing like that. Do not tighten up you could hurt yourself.” He pushed the tip against her tight ring. “I need you to push back more.” As soon as she loosened a little more he knew that was probably all of the give she had.

He was anxious to get inside of her body. It was an urge unlike any other he had ever felt. It was all he could do not to thrust as hard and go as deep as he could. He pushed until the head popped in. Hermione was unconscious, but she gave a yell of pain followed by some almost inhuman whimpers. Malfoy waited. He waited for the squirming to die down. Unfortunately her struggles to repel him just made him harder. After almost 2 minutes nothing had changed. She was still clinching him and trying to push him out.

He couldn’t wait any longer. “Hermione, bare down like you are constipated.” Hermione obeyed and he slid in. She screamed and thrashed about. She was impaled. She could not get away. She was sobbing. Draco could feel his heart bleeding for her, but his need to claim her would not be denied.

He softly murmured comforting words to her. He stroked her back, her hips, her thighs, but he never loosened his grip. He was going to succeed at claiming her.

After several minutes she was calmed enough for Draco to move back just 2 inches and then push back in. She made the whimpering sound each time he moved. Either forward or backward.

“Stay.” He commanded her. His thumbs came to press on either side of her hole which was filled with him. The additional external pressure seemed to relieve some of the internal. Gradually he started pulling back 4 inches. Then 6. Finally he was bring his length almost all of the way out and then thrusting back in. She was grunting with each thrust but she was no longer crying out or struggling.

His patience was finally at an end. He drew completely out of her and plunged back in quickly and deeply. She whimpered but Draco just set the pace and continued to pound. In and out. Deeper. Quicker. Harder. There was not one iota of pleasure in the act for Hermione’s body. It was sure torture. Draco on the other hand was deriving an immense satisfaction. He pulled and thrust . Each time he left he died a little. Each time he entered he swore he was in his own personal heaven. He didn’t want to quit because this time he knew he would go flaccid and he might not have the opportunity to do this again for a very long time. He continued to pound into her for another half hour. Finally, he couldn’t hold off any longer and he came with a huge burst of light. It filled the compartment and the whole train. The glow could be seen for miles, and it was.

Professor Dumbledore knew what the light meant. He just hoped that Mr. Malfoy had been able to keep his wits about him.

Draco curled up on Hermione’s back. He was still inside of her. He was enjoying the last few moments when the door burst open.

Snape was standing there and he snarled at Draco. “What have you done?”

As tired as Draco was he still managed to throw the professor against the compartment opposite hard enough to shatter the glass. His door slammed and locked. No one would disturb them until he was ready.