Meeting the Headmaster

Hermione stopped short when they were granted entry to the Headmaster's office. Looking over her shoulder, Draco saw why. Instead of the usual chairs opposite the Headmaster's desk, there was a love seat. He rolled his eyes, begrudgingly grateful that he wouldn't have to separate from Hermione by sitting in separate chairs. She smiled and pulled him by the hand to sit.

"Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger, may I offer you some tea, or a congratulatory biscuit?" Dumbledore leaned back into his chair, a gentle smile turning his lips up.

Draco hated the smug look on Dumbledore's face. Hermione thanked him and grabbed a couple of biscuits, passing one to Draco. In a daze, Draco bit into it. He wasn't quite sure what was happening here...he hadn't known what to expect from the Headmaster, but tea and biscuits hadn't been it. Draco had figured this meeting would include being chastised for missing class, a stern warning to be good to Hermione, and clearly, the need for discretion.

He watched the headmaster take a long, slow swallow from his tea cup and set it on his desk. "I won't keep you long, I know that these first twenty-four hours are integral to your bonding, and you have much more important things to be attending to. To begin...because this year's Head Boy is from Hufflepuff, and the Head Girl is from Gryffindor, you both have been moved into the Head's suite in Slytherin. Your things are there now."

In the corner of his eye, Draco could see Hermione nodding, but Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You're letting us stay together?"

"Of course. It has been the policy of Hogwart's to try to accommodate half-breeds whenever possible." Dumbledore turned his gaze directly towards Draco.

Ah, there was the stern rebuke Draco had been waiting for. Perhaps he should have been better to Professors Hagrid and Lupin, but he'd had no idea that he would become a half-breed at the time, and his father had taught him to be an arrogant prat. Still, Draco dropped his chin, shamefully looking away.

Hermione pulled his arm closer and rested her head on his shoulder. The smell of her eased his heart somewhat, and Draco finished his biscuit.

"Secondly, I have your assignments from the classes that you missed today. Be sure to be in class tomorrow, as well as breakfast. The students will know of these arrangements by dinner, I'm sure, and I must impress upon you that unseemly behaviour around the campus will be frowned upon."

"Does this mean I'm not longer allowed to go to the Gryffindor common room?" Hermione asked, her voice staying very even, perhaps too even.

Dumbledore smiled. "Of course not. In fact you are both free to come and go as you please between the houses. I am excited to see what this marriage of houses will bring forth."

Hermione smiled and sat up a little bit. Draco turned to follow her scent as she leaned just barely away from him. Breathing deeply, he felt his heart accelerate. His nose drifted to her collar, and the shiver his breath on her neck caused made him reach to loosen her tie.

The Headmaster cleared his throat loudly, chuckling softly as the two students jerked apart.

"And most fortunately I think, my final point is upon us. My deepest heartfelt congratulations to both of you. If you'd like, you may use my fireplace to Floo to your rooms, just this once." The headmaster stood and gestured toward the roaring fire.

Being summarily dismissed, Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and led her to the fireplace, and once through, out into a sitting room. He didn't really take time to look around though, instead pulling her body against his and smelling her shirt over where her mark was.

"End the spell," he commanded softly. He was sure that if he'd been listening hard enough he could have heard her obey him, but his mind was fogged with lust. Draco knew the instant the Impervius Charm was lifted from her by the way her body pressed into his. It had been, at the most, an hour since he'd had her last, but he had to have her this instant. Claws extended, his hands ruthlessly shredded her clothes while he smelled her again and again.

She was rubbing her breasts against his chest, whimpering when the rough wool of his school robes chafed, and yet she didn't stop. He could smell her getting wetter, and once the tatters of her shirt fell from her shoulders, he sealed his lips over her mark, biting into her once again.

She screamed and the tenor of it tormented him. She was in pain again, as his fangs punctured the muscles just below her flesh, but he couldn't loosen the hold of his jaw.

He frantically undid his trousers, and when he was free, he guided her to lie on her back. She wasn't even settled when he felt himself buried deep inside of her. Now her tone was less pained, and as he continued to pound into her, his teeth embedded into her, he could hear her orgasm building. The harder he pounded into her, the louder she moaned. Draco couldn't stop himself; as much as he wanted to soothe her body, his own was out of his control.

Then he felt her walls fluttering around him, and her whole body tensed under him as she arched in crescendo. The frequency of her moans sent him spiralling out of control. He emptied into her, his jaw tightening still into her neck, but he was deaf to her screams. A second round of venom was pouring from his hollowed teeth into her, the venom from his claws wasted on the carpet where his hands supported his weight.

Once he was completely emptied, he bent his knees and pulled his torso down her body, his cheek pillowed against her breast. He closed his eyes, barely aware of the low purr emanating from his chest as he fell asleep.

When Draco woke up, he was completely dumbfounded as to where he was. He was underneath the soft blanket his mother had sent him for his birthday last year. He was laying face down, and when he smoothed his cheek against his pillow, he realised that it wasn't a pillow, but the soft flesh of Hermione's belly. He jerked into full consciousness, kneeling between Hermione's legs to find her holding a book, her head propped on a pillow on the floor, and looking at him curiously.

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead she just smiled at him, blushing softly.

Slowly, it all came back to him. He'd taken her brutally the moment they'd stepped out of the fireplace. He glanced behind him. He was just a short distance away from the hearth. A lead ball seemed to drop into his gut. He looked back at her, she was sitting up now, and he could see the dried blood on her neck. Draco felt sick at the sight of it, but also proud. That pride sickened him further.

He opened his mouth to beg forgiveness, but Hermione found her voice first.

"You'll continue to claim me until twenty-four hours have passed from the first time you...," Hermione explained, blushing as she trailed off.

"The first time I what?"

Hermione blushed deeper, averting her eyes. "The first time you... sunk your teeth into me."

Gods, when she put it like that, like it was her sexy little secret, Draco felt himself stirring again. He took a deep breath through his nose, picking up the smells of sex and blood and once again, their joint arousal.

Her head jerked up, like a deer sensing a predator, and she smiled. The next thing he knew, Draco was chasing her as she scampered into the bedroom. He caught her up in his arms as she slowed to climb into the bed. They tumbled together onto the large soft mattress, rolling until Draco was over her on his hands and knees, and she was wriggling beneath him.

Returning her smile, he whispered, "How do you know all this?"

"I read books." Hermione rolled her eyes as if this was the most absurd question she'd ever heard.

"What books? There aren't any detailed books on Veelas in the library."

Looking up at him, Draco noticed the smug look in her eye. "I ordered some."

"Sounds awfully expensive." Draco frowned. He was missing something, some important clue. He sat on her hips, his hands mindlessly tracing up her curves on the sides, and down over her breasts and tummy. Then they went up the opposite way, pressing up, over her nipples and down her sides.

"You gave me almost two hundred galleons at the first Hogsmeade trip. Really now, who carries around that much money?" Hermione arched into his hands.

Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. She'd used the money he'd given her to find books on Veelas. Then, knowing what would happen to her, she had still persisted. It didn't make any sense.

"We are magically bound, fated mates, Draco." Hermione took up his hands, pulling him down to her.

He shook one of his hands free, and caressed her face, smiling softly when she leaned into his touch. Then, his hand slid down her jaw to her neck and to her unmarked shoulder.

"I've mutilated you." He gently squeezed her muscles and tried to keep from sighing.

Hermione shook her head softly, trying to think of what to say next. It was very hard when he was astride her, rubbing her so sweetly.

Freeing his other hand, he gingerly touched the new scabs on Hermione's neck. Draco's belly roiled while the beast inside purred. He had to work to keep his throat from mimicking the sound.

"It will heal, and then we'll just be together," Hermione whimpered, the skin of her breasts tightening as blood rushed into her nipples and down to her core.

"Together," Draco agreed. Then he moved back onto his hands and knees, his mouth moving over to her nipple. He sucked it between his lips and Hermione mewled in pleasure. "I'll make it good for you this time." Draco switched sides, his mouth going over her breast as he sucked her nipple in. Feeling the texture of her nipple against his tongue made his blood race, and he moved to kneel between her thighs.

"Last time was... good!" Hermione arched up when Draco's teeth scraped her nipples, her breast falling heavily from his mouth.

"Seriously?" Draco palmed her breasts, kneeling back so he could look at her, his disbelief evident on his face.

Hermione blushed and squeezed her eyes shut. "Like you were... consuming me."

Draco wasn't buying it. "Is that so?" he asked.

She nodded. Her mouth was open, her lips flushed with the hot blood coursing through her veins.

He sighed and felt his pheromones escape from him. Hermione's body stilled beneath him and she looked up at him with that horrible glazed look in her eye. "Tell the truth. Explain why you liked it."

"Most blokes think of me as one of the blokes," she said softly. "Or worse, not a bloke, but not a girl either. No one looked twice at me before this year. Before you."

Draco frowned.

Hermione's voice grew more normal as she continued, "What did you call me last year?"

His brow creased while he tried to remember a singular time he'd said something unpleasant to her during their fifth year. He couldn't think of a single thing. Oh, wait. "Was it something about an encyclopaedia in a wig shop?"

She smirked. "Not one of your more clever remarks, but still." Hermione turned her neck to expose the scabbed-over bite mark. "Now you can't resist me. You're mine."

Draco looked her over, seeing that twinkle in her eye that was always present when she performed a spell in class well before anyone else. His eyes moved down her delicate neck and his mark, her collar and her breasts with nipples swollen from his attentions. "So you're saying you like it when I'm an utter beast?" He moved his fingers down her body, making them circle around her hip marks without touching them.

Hermione hesitated, worrying her lip as she started to writhe under his touch. The conflict was written across her face. The moments drew together, seemingly endless.

Finally, Draco put his cards on the table. He leaned over her and put his mouth to her left ear, hoping his breath would flow past her mark. "I think I shall have you in all of the most primitive positions before our bonding period is over. Roll. Over."

And then she was on her belly, moaning as her nipples brushed against the sheets. Draco stared at her back side: her meaty thighs, her slightly rounded arse, hips that tapered in at a perfect angle. He pressed his hands up the backs of her thighs, squeezing firmly and revelling in her moans. He opened her thighs and began squeezing her arse, pulling her cheeks apart.

"Yes, I could fuck this pretty cunt all night. Arse up, love."

And she did it perfectly, shoulders down on the mattress with her arse up high. Draco stuck his thumb inside of her quim and pumped it slowly. Her hips rolled back, and she worked to pump herself on his digit, her moans muffled by the bed.

"So needy. So ready to be fucked." And then he pulled his hand away, putting his thumb in his mouth as he moved his other hand to the back of her hip bone. Once he'd sucked all her juices from his hand, he moved it to her waist, and pushed himself deep inside of her. "Still so tight." Draco began pumping slowly. "I can really fuck you from this angle, pet." He buried himself inside of her slowly and moved back and forth several times before stopping completely inside of her.

"Your arse is...," Draco pulled his hands down her sides, over her hips to her arse.,"delicious." He pumped into her again, mindful of how his fingers were grazing over the marks on her hip. She shuddered, practically screaming with pleasure. Just as she was about to come, he slid his hands back up to her waist. "So tiny." His thrusts quickened and while the magic receded from her nerves back into her blood, the way he rolled his pelvis made her arch her back, moving to push herself up onto her hands and knees.

Draco took the opportunity to grab her breasts, having to stretch his arms almost straight to feel those hard nipples in his palms. "These tits, Granger."

This made her moans turn to a hard grunt. Hermione thrust her hips back into his, wanting to take faster than Draco was giving her.

"Granger?" he asked. He moved his hands away from her and watched as she worked herself against him. She was rolling her hips faster and faster, working to making him lose control, but he wouldn't yet. Draco put his hands back on her hips and stopped her, making sure his cock was buried deep inside. "Hermione?"

"So close," she cried, panting.

Draco relented. He had wanted to see what dirty thoughts lived inside her mind, but it was hard to tease and lure them out of her when she was so adamant about being fucked. So instead, he sat back on his heels and pulled her into his lap, her knees outside his thighs, spreading her wide. Then he pulled her back against his chest as she started to bounce on his prick, his hands gripping and squeezing her breasts. When she threw her head back against his shoulder and shouted her release, Draco took over and did all of the thrusting himself.

He fucked her for what seemed like forever, her body loose and pliable, bouncing in his hands. Finally, feeling his finish approaching he lifted her arms to fall behind her head, delighting when she loosely gripped his hair. Draco pressed his hands down her belly to her core, watching her tits bounce as he increased his pace. Then he spread her labia and found her swollen clit. "Come with me," he said as he began strumming her clit with his thumb. Within moments, he heard them both screaming. He wrapped his arms around her and clung to her well after they'd both finished.

Hermione sat up on his lap before moving her knees next to his so she would slide off of him. "Nap time," she muttered dreamily.

"Mmm. Sadly, no. Time for you to meet your new neighbours." Draco ran his nose up her neck and kissed her ear. He felt himself slide out of her, and then gently tugged her off the bed.

Hermione stumbled but managed to follow behind him, rubbing her eyes. After a couple steps, she felt something trickle down her thighs.

Draco turned back to look at her and noticed. She looked beautiful and debauched, and he almost hated that they had to get cleaned up. However, he wouldn't stand of any more trouble like there had been at lunch, so he wanted to make an announcement in the common room before dinner. "Bath or shower?"

The bathroom was large, and Draco let go of her hand to pluck some towels from the cupboard. Hermione leaned against the wall and looked around in a daze. "If you want me up? Shower."

The shower was stand-alone and large for one person but... cosy for two. Draco helped Hermione in and set about gently washing her again. When she reached for the soap, his hand instantly wrapped around her wrist.

She turned to look at him. "What?"

"I don't know. I just... want to wash you myself." Draco looked confused, but didn't let go of her until her hand moved away from the soap.

"Chalk that one up to the beast?" Hermione asked, turning to rest her head against the cool tiles.

Draco began working condition into her hair. "Yes."

"And the pheromones?"

Busted. He hadn't thought about what he was doing when he couldn't believe that she would want to be fucked like an animal; he'd just acted. Was that the beast? Wouldn't the creature inside know that's what she wanted? So, no. Apparently, that was his weak, spoiled humanity taking what it wanted by hook or by crook.

"Sorry."

Hermione turned to smile at him, but winced when the spray hit her fresh wound.

"I won't do it again," Draco insisted. He'd twisted up her hair to be out of the way while it conditioned, and was beginning the trickiest part of the wash...her sweet arse and quim, which he had just fucked so thoroughly. She was swollen and tender and whimpered delightfully when he pressed the flannel between her legs.

Hermione swallowed, and said, "Yes, you will."

"No," Draco said sternly. "I won't."

"Yes, Draco, you will."

"No, Hermione, I won't."

"Fine. You won't. And I won't be a bossy nag anymore."

She was smiling at him.

Oh.

Draco shook his head before smiling back at her.

"How did you get so...?"

"Mature? Insightful? Brilliant?" Hermione turned around completely and pulled the flannel away from him. She smoothed it over his chest and down his belly before circling it around his prick and rubbing it between his legs. When she was done, he was perfectly clean.

Draco gasped. Holy mother of Merlin. He closed his eyes slowly and took a deep breath. Then heard the flannel fall to the floor of the shower. When he opened his eyes again, Hermione was rinsing out her hair, water was streaming down her body and off her breasts like waterfalls. Her eyes were closed softly and her mouth open. She was stretching her neck and craning to keep the water out of her eyes.

He had her up against the tile wall in an instant. The next found her lifted up and impaled on his prick with her legs around his hips. Draco heard her whining moans as he thrust into her, and realised she wasn't actually ready for this. He'd just spent time making sure she was clean, not ready.

"Sorry. Creature," he managed to grunt before pressing his lips over her mark, licking it until the blood flowed again. Then he felt her get wet for him, and the difference was astonishing. This was followed by her raspy grunts reverberating off the shower walls. Leveraging her against the wall, his hand fell to her hip, and he worked her into a frenzy almost instantly.

Draco's own orgasm was brief but intense, and left barely a trace behind. Panting, he moved to lean back, carefully moving Hermione back to the floor.

Her hand raised up, and the spray of water turned icy cold. She took a final rinse for as long as she could stand the bitter temperatures, and then slipped out of the stall. Draco followed suit. Towelling off, he moved back to the bedroom. Hermione sat on the bed, naked except for the towel, brushing out her hair before pulling it up like they'd done for lunch. A massive yawn bubbled up from inside her.

"We'll be quick. We'll just go to dinner and come right back."

She nodded sleepily, moving toward the wardrobe. Hermione pulled out a uniform, socks, and some underclothes. After setting them on the bed, she summoned her wand from the other room, and cast the spells on her marks. She was too sleepy to hide the grimace that the lack of sensation caused, but moved to pull her knickers on anyway.

Draco cleared his throat, his hands holding his bunched-up towel. He'd stopped in his tracks to watch her. She looked at him curiously. He smirked, directed his gaze to her knickers, and then shook his head.

Her eyes widened.

He smiled at her, and it was full of all sorts of lascivious promises.

Shrugging her shoulders, she dropped the knickers back on the bed and moved to put on the rest of her clothes. Draco could tell that she knew he was watching her now. She had a little smile on her face, and put her things on in seemingly the opposite order. Knee-high socks were pulled up while standing with her back to him, accentuating the curve of her calves, thighs, and arse. Then came her bra, another one with a front clasp, which she did up with rather more stroking than usual. Then her shirt, buttoned from the bottom up. Next came the tie as she stood there, her shirt teasingly hiding her quim, skimming along her hips. Finally, her skirt was pulled, ruthlessly slow, up her legs. She went back to her wardrobe and pulled out another set of school robes, one that had the Gryffindor emblem on them and a pair of shoes.

Draco decided this would be a good time to get his own clothes on. He was dressed in less than a minute, still looking perfectly pressed.

He turned around to see Hermione pulling on the school robe, and smiled. "Not yet."

She looked at him and shrugged out of them. "Any special reason?"

Draco nodded, and turned to pull out one of his robes with the Slytherin crest on it. "We have to stop in the common room and make a point first."

Simple enough, if a little vague. Draco watched Hermione gather her cloak up and drape it over her arm. Then, he followed her into the sitting room, eventually putting his hand on the small of her back and guiding her to a door beside the tapestry of Salazar Slytherin. He opened it for her and she stepped through, finding a bustling common room full of students who were ready for the term to end already. Draco let the door slam shut behind him.

Every head in the room turned towards them. Draco pulled off his cloak, and shook it out gently. Then he put in Hermione's shoulders, pointing his wand at it until it became short enough for her to walk in. With a final look around the room, Draco wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her out of the common room to dinner.