This Tops it All

A.N. I didn't change much. Just worked on making the story try to flow a little smoother, if possible.

“This tops it all if I do say so myself.” Hermione muttered to her mirror at her family’s home.

She was gazing at her personal calendar that kept track of important items. She flipped back to the section covering her second year at Hogwarts. That was the year she brewed the Polyjuice potion and accidentally placed a cat hair in her cup causing her to have an adverse reaction to the potion, which placed her under the care of Madam Pomfrey’s for three weeks. They said that it might take a few years before all the side effects become noticeable. But this topped it. All the other changes had been minor in each change. Sleeker hair, the ability to land on her feet, slightly pointed ears, all of which would have gone unnoticed if you didn’t know what to watch for. But this past year had a new change in store for her. Her body was slowly changing. Instead of having her period once a month she now got it every three months. And according to her calendar she would be getting her next period the first week of the new school term.

“Reminder to self, get the thicker pads.”

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Draco walked into the family library and went over to the section on the Malfoy family history. He needed the book about how Veelas find their mates. He was getting to the age that he would need his mate or die. Father had told him that this time would come and since father dear was currently out of town Draco had to rely on the family books. You had to give the ancestors credit. Letting the male veelas marry their witches strengthened the blood and lessen the amount of squib births to none as compared to the other pureblood families that didn’t have any veela blood. The male veelas wanted the stability that witches brought to the offspring not to mention the faithfulness of veela/witch mating. Finding the book that he needed he settled into the wing back chair to review the section on ‘Matings and the Bonds that follow.’

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It was a bright sunny day Diagon Alley. Everyone was laughing at the joy of a day without rain. Since it had been raining for the last 3 days over southern England. Hermione came out of the bookstore almost purring at the idea of curling up in front of a fire this winter at Hogwarts, with the new books she had discovered in the back rooms. She was the new Potions Teacher this year. Since no one had really stayed firm in that position since Snape vacated the place back in her sixth year.

Draco, who could be found across the street, turned from the latest racing broom that was displayed in the window of the quiddetch shop. His eyes flashed blue for a moment then faded back to icy sky blue that he was born with. “Finally!” He decided that his best course of action to finding his mate was to head for the one spot in England that all Witches came to sooner or later. Following the fresh breath of spring he could smell on the breeze he tracked down its source. At a little café he paused to look over its current denizens. ‘Too old, too young, hmm at least five possibilities.’ Walking on down the block, he crossed the street making sure that the scent had continued on. Walking back towards the little café, he entered the little gate dividing the café from the sidewalk. Walking slowly around each table he nonchalantly breathed each persons scent.

Hermione settled deeper in her chair located in the corner of the café that Ginny worked at when she wasn’t in school training to be a medi-witch. She knew that Ginny would soon be off her shift as they had prearranged their meeting. Ginny popped out the door to wave over to Hermione and mouthed, “I’ll be just a moment more.”

Hermione smiled, Ginny was slowly coming back to life again. It had taken her awhile to recover from the staggering loss of Harry but she knew that Harry would want her to go on with life. ‘At least Harry was able to take Voldemort with him before he died from the wounds that Voldemort had inflicted.’

Feeling the hairs on the back of her neck rise, Hermione raised her eyes to meet a pair of blue that sparked at the sight of her widening brown.

‘Sparks!’ Hermione was puzzled. ‘I did not just see sparks. Especially, in his eyes, of all people. What is he doing here of all places and why is he walking over here?’

Unable to break visual contact, Hermione straightened in her chair only to be quickly pulled into Draco’s arms.

“Draco! What do you think..ump!” Hermione protest was stifled as Draco laid a deep sensuous kiss on her full lips.

Sliding his mouth from hers, he traced her jaw line with the tip of his tongue. Following it to her ear to bury his nose in her hair. Draco reached up and loosened her hair from its French twist so that no one could see what he did next. As her hair fell over his face he bared his teeth and plunged them into her neck. Marking her. Letting his veela venom enter her body for the first marking. Raising his head from her neck he looked at her. Reached down to grasp her hand and pulled her after him away from the café. Passing a startled Ginny on his way out he paused a moment to tell the young female veela to take Hermione things and keep them safe for her till she came to get them.

Reaching a known apparition spot in Diagon, he took the quiet Hermione into his arms and quickly appartate them to his home.

Hermione stood there, stunned with disbelief that Draco had kissed her, and bit her. She watched him as he released her from his hold when the walls of his ancestral home enclosed them.

“Why me?” She asked Draco.

“You know there has always been something between us, Hermione. There is that fine line between love and hate and we have been treading it since the day we met. I know all about the polyjuice potion and the mishap. Do you really think that I wouldn’t smell Harry and Ron when the potion started to wear off. I knew that you were the only one smart enough to brew such a potion but there had to be a reason why you weren’t there questioning me along with them. So I snuck up to the infirmary one night and even though I didn’t get to see you, I could smell you and the cat smell that laced your scent.” Draco stated. Turning he walked over to a side table with a tray of decanters and snifters. Raising an eyebrow he held a snifter up towards her.

Hermione shook her head no. “But I have a cat. Of course the smell would be around me.”

“You did not have a cat till our third year.” Draco leaned back against the back of a lounge as he waited. He knew that soon the venom would take effect and that she would turn to him to finish forming the bonds. ‘She isn’t going to be happy when she realized what I have done.’ Draco thought to himself.

Hermione could feel herself growing warm. She looked around the room to see how close to the fire she was and realized that the fireplace was cold. The wood was laid but it hadn’t been lit, as it was too early in the day. Drawing her eyebrows together she tried to think clearly about what had just happen this past half-hour. She reached up to rub below her ear. Her mind jumped from detail to detail, trying to connect the dots.

Sparking eyes.

Unexpected kiss.

Sniffing of person.

Biting my neck.

“Biting my neck? Draco what did you do to me? You are not a vampire because you would not have been able to walk in the sun, unshielded. Why am I so warm?” Speaking the last part to herself she raised her hand, lifting her hair off the back of her neck. Tugging on the collar of her shirt she raised her eyes to meet his. The answer came to her. She remembers reading a rare book on different ancestors of the wizarding community and how some witches and wizards were closer to their roots than others.

“You’re a Veela.” She stated. She knew that the Weasleys were decedents of veelas but she didn’t think that two veela families would be found in such close proximity of each other. Veelas in the wild were very territorial when it came to their nesting grounds. It had to be the ‘wizarding’ blood tempering nature’s instinct. But it would explain their animosity that appeared between the Malfoys and Weasleys when ever the males of the family met each other.

“Yes my dear and soon you will be mine.” Draco held out his hand towards Hermione. “Come to me my dear and we shall meet our fate together.” He crooned.

Hermione knew that there was no denying him. And deep down inside she found that she didn’t want to turn from him. She laid her hand in the grasp of his large palm.

Draco smiled. “Do not fear, I will take care of you.”

Draco pulled her to him and placing his other palm alongside her face he stared deep into her eyes. His eyes sparked. Listening to his instincts he took her lips. Sliding his hand deep into her hair he grasped the back of her head, pulling firmly, he bared her neck to his burning lips. Nipping down the length of her neck only to be blocked by the collar of her shirt. Growling, he quickly apparated the clothing from their heated bodies.

Knowing their first time together he had to be sure of his dominance over her in order to please his inner veela. He knew that he would need to rush things along for her so that she would be with him in the end. At least the venom will help, since she was his mate, to prepare her for their joining.

Dragging her behind him, pulling her down with him onto the rug before the fireplace. Raising his head he first looked to the closed doors and warded them from interruption and then glanced at the wood in the hearth. The fire flared to life.

Turning his attention back to the woman beside him he proceeded to ravish her. While one hand grasped her head, the other roamed the newly discovered territory that was her body. Tracing the curvature of her waist, he growled, “Touch yourself, feel my hands and all that I’m doing to you. Feel my mark burning. The tingling that lies here between your legs, at your breasts, in your core. I will have you give your all to me.”

Saying this his hand lifted from her body to take by each wrist, one at a time, and laid them on her breasts. Showing them how to present the soft mounds for him to suckle and nip. Leaving light marks all over their creamy skin. As he paid homage to each bountiful offering, his hand traveled down to dip into her navel teasing it. Drawing an invisible line from her breasts downward. Sparks flew at the teasing touch. Continuing the journey south he firmly delved his hand into womanhood. Raising his head he watched her writhe in pleasure. Laying her back to sink into the softness that was the rug, he spread her legs so that he could kneel between them. Taking a leg in each hand he raised them and bent them toward her shoulders. Presenting her fully to his hungry view.

Bending down he took her clit firmly, suckling it deeply. Then baring his teeth he scraped his fangs down each side to her core. Making love to her, with his mouth.

Raising his head back up he met her gaze and licked the shine from his lips. He watched her pinch her nipples in response. Draco lifted his hand and softly probed the glistening opening that was on display before him. Smiling he knew that it was time.

Sitting back he lifted her and turned her onto her knees. Receiving a startled look over her shoulder. He grasped a hip in his hand, nudged her knees just a hair farther apart and lined himself up. Bending over her back he reached down to firmly grasp a breast. Then he kissed the back of her neck. Tonguing it for just the right spot.

Hermione screamed at the pleasure/pain as his hips surged forcing himself into her untouched core. His fangs sank deeply into her nape and suckled in rhythm of each hard thrust. Plucking that line from her breasts to her core. Thrusting harder as she felt him grow inside her. Locking deep within her. She screamed as her arms gave out causing her to collapse to the floor. Her hips riding his lap, under the control of his strong hand. Orgasming she turned to look over into his glowing eyes. Feeling each hot spurt deep inside. Not shrinking until his inner veela sensed the sowing of her fertile womb. Closing her eyes she could feel him smirking as he laughed at her thought.

‘Guess I won’t need those pads after all just yet.’

The End