Around Hogwarts

Draco had never felt better in his whole life. He was sweaty and out of breath, the adrenaline from flying high and fast coursing through his body, not to mention it was his birthday. This was a tradition that he'd started his second year at Hogwarts; he would wake before dawn and spend the first part of the day on his broom. He was relieved that at least something was the same as last year.

However, the end of school and promise of summer hols also buoyed his spirit. Not to mention the long looks he'd been sharing with her for the last few weeks. After their... agreement outside Hogsmeade, Draco had been able to think about the opportunities afforded to him in being rich, intelligent, and bonded to the brightest witch at Hogwarts. He still maintained his distance, but there seemed to be a level of knowing delight that radiated from her. It pleased Draco greatly, and he was really looking forward to this birthday as he got in the shower.

Draco had just finished when he heard the first few Ravenclaws straggle in. They were cramming in a few last practices before they had the final match of the year against Gryffindor. Draco was on the opposite side of the locker room quietly getting dressed when the usual shower room talk drifted into his ears.

"--I don't believe you. She's not interested," the first one challenged, his voice tinged with scepticism.

"That's because you don't see us in the hallways, or my room. Trust me, that tongue is as good with kissing as it is answering questions. If she were a Ravenclaw, which she should be, she'd be in my bed every night."

Draco shook his head. Whoever this girl was, her reputation was in the wrong hands.

"How would you know what the know-it-all is like in class? You aren't even in her year," the first countered.

Draco's ears perked up as he heard the muffled retort. The second voice sounded oddly familiar. Where had he heard it?

"She's the same when we study. How do you think she's so good at sixth year stuff. She sucks the knowledge right out of me." Both boys chuckled.

Draco gathered his shoes, his clothes haphazardly done up. His locker slammed shut, as Draco failed to keep his temper under control. Storming out of the locker rooms, Draco turned to look at the two boys who were only half dressed. There stood the seventh year who had been scenting Hermione out all year. Draco stopped his tracks, trying to make his decision.

Hermione had promised him she'd stay pure. He knew he could trust her, but he still felt the vicious territorialism rising in his blood. Deciding it was too close to the end of the year to risk Azkaban, Draco sneered at the two boys and stormed off to catch Hermione before she entered the Great Hall for breakfast.

Hermione had been taking her time getting ready for Draco this morning; she knew it was his birthday and had a gift for him. She was up at dawn, enjoying the bliss that was radiating from his mark on her hip as she soaked in a bath. She was only half done when the delight turned to irritation. Always one to worry and always quick to act, Hermione didn't wait for Harry and Ron to walk her to breakfast. She finished her preparations in a rush and made her way to the Great Hall.

Alarms were still clanging in Draco's head as he felt her approach. Once he could see her, he noticed the look of utter worry and fear on Hermione's face. He wasn't sure if this was a look of guilt or not, so he tossed his head toward the Room of Requirement. Hermione nodded and they both made their way down separate corridors to the magical room.

Before Hermione could even close the door, Draco had her tight in his grasp and pressed up against the wall. He was smelling her thoroughly, holding her wrists with one hand as he bent over her, getting closer and closer to her increasingly wet quim.

Finally, when he smelled no stench of another on her, he loosened his grip.

Hermione watched as he shook his head, becoming simultaneously more relaxed as he clearly chastised himself.

"Draco?" Hermione tried gently.

"I'm sorry, I never should have..." Draco scowled at the floor.

"What?" She kept turning to try to catch his eye.

"I heard that Ravenclaw saying things about you, and I knew, I knew, I swear I knew, but I just couldn't stand the thought...," Draco visibly drew into himself. How could he doubt his mate?

Hermione clutched at his robe, taking in his dishevelled appearance. She smiled softly at him and pulled him close. "You thought I was sleeping with a Ravenclaw? When I have such a handsome, intelligent, perfect mate?" Hermione pressed her body against Draco. She pulled his hands around her, her breathing deepening all the while. Slowly she spun herself around in his arms until she was facing him again.

What Hermione was confronted with was a very aroused Veela, fangs peaking between thin but perfect cupid's bow lips, grey eyes smouldering down at her. Draco glowed softly, and that quiet agreement they'd been building since that day in Hogsmeade shown through as he looked down at her.

"Mate," Draco growled playfully.

Hermione began unbuttoning her shirt, and Draco couldn't help but watch as her breasts became exposed. They were encased in nearly transparent blue mesh, and Hermione knew that her nipples and areolae were visible. In between the two swells of her breasts lay a long chain with a crystal phial on it. "I have a gift for you," Hermione whispered.

Draco traced his finger down the delicate copper chain, swallowing dryly. "Is this...?" Draco exhaled heavily.

"I've already cast the spells to collect my maidenhead when you break it."

The words drew out the creature in Draco, and the skin tightened on his flesh for a moment. His muscles seemed more rippled under his shirt, and his high cheekbones, smooth jaw, and Adam's apple became prominent. Hermione stood on her toes and licked his neck delicately before stepping away. She reached down and pulled the phial and chain over her head before offering it to Draco.

He took it, before closing his eyes, squeezing them shut. A small table and a velvet lined box appeared. Draco reverently placed the phial in the box, which quickly moulded itself to the shape of the phial.

"Are you absolutely sure, Hermione?" Draco asked in a slightly screeching voice. He looked the young aristocrat except for his fangs and claws.

Hermione only nodded and continued undressing for him slowly.

Draco watched as Hermione bared her body for him of her own free will, something he never would have thought could happen. She had sheer blue under-things on beneath her uniform and Draco was struck by her conscientiousness. His favourite colour was deep navy blue, and now she was teasing him with her sweet plump arse shrouded in it as she removed her uniform.

With a shy smile, Hermione removed her bra, opening the front clasp and exposing her breasts to Draco for the first time. She shrugged the garment off her shoulders, her smile growing wider. She dropped her chin, staring at his shoes, one of which was untied in his haste. Hermione waited for him to start the ritual.

Draco's pheromones were surrounding them, swirling around them faster and faster and weaving a bright white magical shell. He stepped forward and placed his fingertips under her chin, lifting it so he could look in her eyes. When their gaze connected, Draco asked the question he'd been dreading all year.

"Hermione Granger, you are my one true mate. Do you give yourself to me so that we may be bonded for all our lives?"

Hermione couldn't even speak at first, joyful tears streamed down her face as she nodded vigourously at him.

With his other hand, he wiped away her tears. He leaned closer, his voice a growl full of promises. "Answer me."

Hermione's eyes clouded over, and she was pushed fully into the magical trance that the ritual demanded. She finally found her voice, speaking the words, "I give myself to you so that we may be bonded for all of our lives."

Once the final word had tumbled from her lips, Draco pushed her head to the side and began licking and sucking her neck. Ignoring Hermione's moans of delight, Draco sunk his teeth into her where her neck and shoulder met. As the first drops of her blood bloomed from bite, Draco began caressing her body, easily disposing of her knickers with two little rips and a tug away from her body.

Hermione moaned, feeling the same rush that she'd felt on the battlement that frozen night. It was a familiar amplification of... everything: Draco's rough, barely calloused fingers on her breasts; his hot breath burning the back of her neck as his mouth caressed the new mark he'd made; his smell.

At her neck, Draco could feel his venom reserves emptying for the first time in a whole year. Gods, it was such a relief. It was like the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders. He moaned loudly. Pulling away from Hermione, he closed his eyes tightly, asking the room for a large pillow, one large enough for the both of them to lay upon. When he opened his eyes he could see a luxurious mattress on the floor covered in fine satin. The dark blue shone in the light beaming in from the windows.

Hermione stepped towards him, her eyes gleaming. He pushed her backward playfully, enjoying her delicate 'oomph' when she fell onto the smooth blue satin.

"It's time." Draco began pulling off his clothes. His hands worked slowly, seeming to be drawing out his disrobing, turning it more into a striptease.

Hermione slid back on the impromptu bed, making room for him. Her feet were spread casually, and she was sitting up with her hands propping her up so she was not quite sitting. She was staring at him as his body came into view.

Normally such scrutiny might have given Draco pause, but he could smell her increasing arousal. She was leering at his broad shoulders, his flat chest and how it tapered smoothly into his trousers. Pushing his hands through his hair, he smiled at her. Her eyes were travelling up and down his body greedily.

Finally, his hands began working the buttons of his trousers. As they dropped to the floor, Hermione whimpered. Draco was aroused physically, magically, and emotionally. Already his cock was dripping for her, and seeing her staring at his prick with blatant lust only turned him on more.

He moved to crawl onto the bed. Hermione's legs spread for him, and the beast inside purred with delight. She was on her back, and he hadn't even had to ask. Draco smiled. He hadn't realised how much he'd missed the curve of her calf or her thighs for all these months. As his eyes moved up her body, he saw her back arch up as her small hands massaged her breasts. Draco almost lost himself at the sight.

After climbing over her body and bracing his hands just above her shoulders, Draco looked down at Hermione's face. She was flushed, her lips glistening. She looked up at him expectantly. Slowly, he lowered his lips to hers, pressing them together and building the kiss from timid and chaste to burning probing with his tongue as slowly as he could stand.

When he felt her hands on his shoulders, Draco pulled back. Balancing on his left hand, he pulled his right hand down her cheek to her neck, shoulder, and breast, then to the curve of her waist and down her hip until he tickled his marks. Feeling her body shiver below him, he pressed his fingertips into those points, his claws grazing her flesh. Draco watched with delight as her body arched, her hips leaving the blue satin beneath her and pressing her core over his prick.

"Beautiful."

Hermione flushed, before whinging, "Draco, please, please finish. I want to feel you."

Her heels moved against Draco's thighs, and he couldn't ignore his own need any more. Positioning himself at her entrance, he teased her hip marks, hoping to have her distracted enough with pleasure that she wouldn't mind the pain he was about to cause. Then he sealed his mouth onto her neck over her new mark and sucked until she screamed. Her body shook under him as she scratched at his arms. She cried his name as he teased her first orgasm from her using only the marks on her neck and hip.

After her hoarse cries stopped, he pulled back. Draco could feel her body relax underneath him. Her body melted into the mattress, loose and pliable after her orgasm. He held himself over her, listening and watching and waiting, until her hands smoothed over his shoulders and into his hair.

He pressed his lips to hers for a moment, then gazed into her eyes. Draco's hand began tickling her hip marks again, and he delighted in the immediate joy and arousal playing on her face. Smiling, he moved his mouth back to the mark on her neck and pressed his cock deep into her slowly. He felt her body stretch to take him, her spine stiffening at the painful intrusion even as she bared her neck for him, begging for more. He didn't pause when he felt her barrier. He simply pushed through it, slow and smooth.

She screamed, although it was low and guttural, almost like a moan. Draco kept teasing her marks, and soon he felt her walls flutter around him. Her body spasmed gently below him and she exhaled a shuttering breath. He hesitated to move, he wasn't even all the way in her, and he could feel her body resisting, but he wanted to look in her eyes.

Turning his head away from her neck, he saw a tear escaping from the corner of her eyes. He kissed her temple before sliding out of her, his tongue gliding up to catch her tear. When he was over her again, he saw that there were tears on the other side, too. He kissed her faced before giving her a quick lick, removing the tears.

Draco brought his hands up to push through her hair. Her body was still trembling, her eyes flashing desire.

"Are you well?" Draco asked, unable to keep his prick from teasing at her entrance, sliding again and again through her wetness.

Below him, Hermione nodded, her mouth trying to form words but it seemed she was unable to.

Draco leaned down and pressed his lips over hers and blocked her tongue with his when she tried to deepen the kiss. When she groaned in frustration, he pulled back, a teasing look on his face. "Speak your mind, Hermione,"

It was his first suggestion to her since the beginning of the year at the bookshop in Hogsmeade. Draco pulled back a little to watch her reaction.

A broad smile grew across Hermione's face. Then, in a timid voice, as a blush bloomed across her face, she whispered, "Did the enchantments work on the phial?"

It took Draco a moment to realise what she was talking about. Then, he turned around to look at box the room had provided. Even from his angle he could see the once clear, empty phial was now full of her crimson blood. He turned back to her, dropping his mouth to the ear on her unmarked side, and whispered back, "Of course it did."

Then he began kissing her, peppering her neck... her shoulder... her breast. His hand remained on her hip as he pulled away to observe her once again.

"Are you in pain, Hermione?" He leaned down and took her nipple between his lips. He suckled her gently, then switch sides, allowing his still-protruding fangs to just barely scratch across her chest as he went.

She whimpered, and her hands clutched his arms tightly.

Draco smirked--he had a fair idea that she was not, but he couldn't keep himself from teasing her. Pulling slowly away from her breast, he enjoyed the feeling of her nipple as it was drawn away from his tongue, through his teeth, and over his lips. She was arching towards him, trying to preserve the connection.

"Answer me." Draco made his tone firm and breathed deep of her scent.

Hermione opened her eyes fully, and met his gaze. Behind him, the white shell of magic swirled, and his body was shaded and lit beautifully. He had moved to kneel between her thighs again, his prick hard against his belly. His torso was artfully chiselled, partly due to the magic coursing around them, but also due to the hours he spent on his broom. As he looked down at her, concern showing in his face, she sighed and said, "I've never felt better."

Draco smirked. From the goofy grin, he could tell that it was the truth. However, there was a beast inside of him that was clamouring to spill his seed. With his fingers pressing into her marks, he set his other palm flat on her tummy, and whispered, "And here?"

The rolling of her body distracted him a minute, but as they held the other's gaze, she knew that he would not be put off.

"Sore, but I want you," Hermione relented, fearing that he would depart as he had last time, just because she was in a little pain.

However, the thought hadn't even occurred to him. Draco whispered something, and cool magic seeped into her skin, her womb tingling gently. Then he slid his hands up her body to her arms, drawing them up by her ears, and finally, interlacing their fingers.

His prick was pressing into her again, and Hermione worked to encourage it back into her, shivering when her actions brought that delightful purr from his throat.

"I can't promise to be gentle, but I will make it up to you, I swear," Draco whispered and pressed his tongue into her mouth, pulling out to nip her lips.

And then he was in her. She was still too tight to take him fully, but he pushed further this time, and the next. He wanted deeper and deeper still. He revelled in every pant and whimper, every moan that became a scream. He worked her harder and harder. As her voice rasped, he squeezed her hands in his, but he never stopped having her.

She was under him. She was taking him in. She was screaming for him. She was his. His name was falling brokenly from her flushed lips. Gods, he could do this all day. Her body was so perfectly tight, quivering under him. When her nipples brushed his chest, she would get tighter and slicker around him.

And then he shattered. Against his will, Draco felt his body give up, and he drove into her one final time before spilling inside of her. He felt light-headed, and nearly lost his balance.

Catching himself, he rolled away from her, but was able to keep her body flush against his. He wasn't ready for the moment to end yet.

Hermione burrowed into his arms, mindless of the sweat pooling between them. She knew she would be sore soon, very sore indeed, but he'd given in, finally, and she wanted to bask in the afterglow as much as possible.

Above them, a sheet appeared and fell down over them. Both were asleep within moments.