After They Bond

Dinner turned out to be a complete fiasco. Draco had pushed through the doors of the Great Hall with his witch on his arm and basked in the curious and sometimes jealous looks that the other students sent their way. However, this feeling evaporated when he began to see other blokes eyeing his mate. Her appeal was now completely undeniable. He immediately began to guard her jealously, sitting at the very end of the Slytherin table and as close as possible to the door. Even sitting down had posed a problem. He didn't want her at the end of the table, open to just anyone who walked by, but he also didn't want her sitting next to anyone but him.

The beast told him to put her in his lap to feed her.

It was an instinct that he fought hard to suppress, but he managed. Instead, Hermione stayed nestled close to him as he sat on the outer side of the table. A level of her own anxiety showed on her face as she picked at her food. After a few eternal minutes, Draco shoved some food from the table into his pockets. Disregarding the new stares coming their way, he helped Hermione off the bench, and they fled to the safety of their room.

Once there, they clung to each other. They moved to the sofa by the fireplace, and Hermione voluntarily climbed into his lap and took him inside of her. They coupled slowly, tasting and kissing each other until neither could take any more.

After, they slept curled together. Then, they dined properly, efficiently devouring the strange blend of foods from Draco's pockets: the end of a roast nine, roast potatoes, bread, and the raw carrots that most students thought were on the table as garnish. When their bellies were full, they began to work on their missed class work, Hermione in Draco's satin sleep shirt, Draco in the coordinating trousers.

When they were compelled they mated, and the cycle began again. Around midnight, a basket of fruits and chocolates appeared on the table in front of their sofa. By morning, they were halfway through it.

Draco lay half awake in bed with Hermione securely in his arms. They had finished another round of slow exploratory sex a while ago, and she was now sleeping. The one window in the bedroom showed the morning light as it came through a shallow section of the lake and bathed them in a cool aquatic glow.

He hoped that they might be able to go out into public today without him turning into raving maniac. Hermione had shown nothing but devotion to him; he had nothing to worry about.

And then he felt it. The tightness in his muscles evaporated, and while he was still holding her, the tension in his arms was gone.

She sighed and smiled and stretched against him.

"Is it time for breakfast then? Do we have to?" Hermione turned on her side and curled up against his body. She nuzzled his chest before dozing a little longer.

The twenty-four hours had passed. It was almost as relieving as emptying his fangs into her this time yesterday. He traced his thumb down her cheek and lifted her chin so he could kiss her lips.

They seemed fuller. Pulling back, he looked at her. They were swollen. He looked her over. Her scabby mark pleased him, as did the numerous hickeys on her neck, chest, and breasts. Her belly was obscured, but he knew her navel, hips, and arse would all have love bites as well. Just looking at them reminded him of how she had moaned each time.

Her hand on his prick brought him back to reality.

"Let's skive off," Hermione whispered as she kissed his chest and began to pump him with her hand.

Then, there was that purring noise in his throat.

Draco swallowed and licked his lips. "No. We must get to breakfast and go to class."

She looked up at him with a little pout on her face even as her thumb spread his pre-cum over the tip of his cock.

Part of him wanted to push her hand away...this was no way to start their first day, especially after the Headmaster had been so generous.

It was a very small part though. Ultimately, Draco just rolled to his back and put his hands behind his head. She'd started it; he wanted to see her finish it.

Hermione looked up at him questioningly.

He curled his lip and smirked at her teasingly, wagging his eyebrows at her.

She narrowed her eyes at his challenge.

Then he realised his mistake. Just like the day before, she had mounted him. Her hair was wild and seeing her body extend up from his as she took her pleasure was mesmerising. Her skin was beginning to shine with sweat.

Draco smiled and began to set the pace himself. It was faster and harder, and she began to bounce on him.

"Come."

Hermione's head dropped so she could look him in the eye.

Draco slid his hands up her thighs, his right hand going to her hip marks.

It was over within moments, but it was beautiful! Her back arched as her mouth opened, her chin pointing to the ceiling and her hair swinging behind her back.

Catching his breath, Draco watched her slide off of him and out of bed. "Where're you off to then?"

"The loo!" Hermione spun and stuck her tongue out at him before staggering through the door.

Feeling especially elated, Draco stretched. It was truly a glorious morning.

Soon enough, though, Draco found himself climbing out of bed as well, vanishing all signs of their mess when his feet were on the floor. He walked to the sitting room to look at the clock...they still had about an hour before breakfast even started. Maybe it wasn't as late as he had thought.

The sound of water running in the bathroom pulled Draco back into the room, and then he watched as Hermione carefully came out. She was walking very gingerly.

He was by her side in three long strides. "Are you all right?"

"Just a little sore; it's nothing."

He watched her hobble over to the bed and glowered when she sighed her relief at lying down again. Luckily, Draco had several balms and potions for sore muscles, bruising, and shallow cuts...Quidditch could be a very harrowing experience. He retrieved everything he thought he would need from the bathroom and set up a small table beside the bed.

He began with a potion for cuts and scrapes, pouring liberal amounts on a flannel before gingerly dabbing her neck. It bubbled up foamy and pink, but Hermione sighed in relief. As he wiped away the foam with a clean cloth he smiled at the new silvery scar on her neck. It was smaller than he would have thought based on the scab and how many times he'd dug his teeth into her over the previous twenty-four hours. It was a little bigger than a whole almond in its shell and there were four larger spots, presumably from his fangs. He touched it gently, spellbound.

"Draco!" Hermione whined and squirmed beside him.

Her scent perfumed the air. He smirked at her. Then her hands began to press over his body. It was quite distracting. When he finally got a hold of them, he put her hands on her belly. Leaning over her Draco whispered, "I have to tend to your body, or you'll never make it through the day."

"Then tend to my body!" Hermione pulled her arms away from her chest and teased him with her bosom. She smiled broadly when his eyes darkened with lust.

"You naughty little..." Draco whispered as he kissed her. When her arms moved around his shoulders, he caught them and pushed them above her head. "You'll keep still, or I'll keep you still, darling."

"But Draco..."

"Hermione."

They stared at each other; it was a battle of wills. Draco was the underdog by far. Hermione was delectable, and he wanted to go again as much as she did. However the more he looked at her, the more he could see she needed care. They had to be at breakfast and in class and he couldn't just...

"Fine!" Hermione relented pouting a little, but she stopped moving beneath him.

Draco smiled; he was victorious! That didn't happen very often when it came down to him and Hermione. He picked up the sore muscle salve and put some in his hands. He began with her thighs, rubbing it all in very firmly and massaging her muscles before moving to her arse, back, everywhere. Luckily he remembered to cast Impervius on her hip marks before his hand pressed over them. He chuckled softly when Hermione huffed about losing the sensitivity there, but she remained still and quiet otherwise. Only her heavy breathing and the occasional grunt as he worked out any stubborn knots gave her away.

When he was done, she had practically melted into the bed. This was a salve that he normally only used at night before he went to sleep, but it was the best he had so he risked using it before her long day. Draco was glad that Hermione was so relaxed; it would make removing her numerous love bites that much easier. Picking up another flannel, he folded it and dipped it in the bruise cream. Then he proceeded to dab it all over her body. It took every ounce of control to ignore the way her body responded to him, but they were done soon enough.

As he was cleaning up all of his supplies Hermione asked "What about you? Surely, you must be sore too."

Draco stopped and thought about how he felt. All he could think of was 'never better'. There wasn't a sore muscle in his body. He shrugged and smiled answering back, "I'm fine. Wonderful, actually."

She pulled a face and maybe mumbled something about the inequalities of this arrangement, but he missed it as he took himself into the bathroom for a shower. He turned it on nice and cold, trying to get himself ready for the cold reality of being a student again. Dipping his head back into the spray, he turned. Through the shower door, he could see Hermione leaning in the doorway and looking at him. Draco turned the heat up just a few degrees before opening the door and extending his hand to her.

Hermione took it, sauntering naked into the shower stall with a smug glint in her eye. This only made her shriek funnier when cool water hit her. Every hair on her body stood up, and her nipples were hard in the blink of an eye. She was smacking his chest and cursing him for the frosty shower she'd wandered into.

Despite the attack, Draco was able to get to the taps and make the water warmer before tossing a flannel her way and ducking out to dry off.

He dressed quickly and was barely able to contain his mirth when Hermione came out of the shower scowling at him. She dressed; Draco noticed that she put on as much as was reasonable for a June day and gathered her things without looking at him. Still, she lingered in the doorway to the sitting room, waiting for him. Her jaw was set stubbornly, and she was very keen on examining her shoes.

Finally, Draco met her by the door and relieved her of her school bag. He nuzzled her bare neck, delighting in her scent and how she'd automatically put her hair in a high ponytail for him.

"Saturday, we will do as you please," he whispered in her ear, and she shivered has his breath moved over her.

Still she didn't look at him, and he could see that she was trying very hard to stick to her guns.

"You don't really want to miss another day's classes, do you? Not when it's Potions, and Runes, and Arithmancy." Draco stroked her cheek with the backs of his knuckles. He watched her eyes flutter before she looked up at him.

"That's my stubborn, little swot." Draco smiled.

Hermione huffed, her hair flying as she turned her head and moved to cross the threshold, but he caught her hand and pulled her back. His arms wrapped around her waist so he was holding her back against his chest. His lips moved to the bare side of her neck; he didn't want to tempt either of them by getting near his mark. "Brains of the Golden Trio." Nip. Kiss. "Future Head Girl." Lick. Suck. "Top in her class." Kiss. Lick. "Brightest witch in a generation." Gods she was rutting against him, and he was so ready for her. "Fucking hell, Granger, you're going to make me come in my pants."

And then he had her pressed into the wall, their school bags falling to the floor. His prick rubbed her arse through their complete uniforms.

"Just do it, Malfoy." Hermione pushed back into him, and that alone was very arousing. However, what set him off was not her lovely arse, but the tone of her voice. It was as if they'd been trading insults in the halls. This was one of his secret fantasies he'd had since third year: Granger, against a wall and desperate for his cock. Her voice was raspy and thick, and it sent him over.

He was leaning on her, panting, and he was embarrassed at the quick end but also ready for more. After a moment, he stepped away and cleaned himself up using a couple of spells every wizard past puberty knew. Then he leaned over her. On her neck was a new love bite, and he was thrilled.

"Draco-o!" Hermione whined, and he could smell her need.

"I think that will be your burden for tempting me all morning long." She turned, sucking in a deep breath so she could begin her rant, but he put a finger to her lips and said, "Imagine how wet your knickers will be by the end of the day, darling."

Hermione swallowed and blushed.

Draco knew it was the idea of walking around school all day with sopping knickers and the knowledge that he her wanted her ready all day long such a naughty idea that had her so embarrassed. "Do you think it's the venom that makes you so... amenable to such an idea?" He picked up her hand and kissed her fingertips.

She frowned thoughtfully and shrugged. "I don't know."

"Is any part of you bothered by it? Any tiny part?"

Hermione closed her eyes to consider it. Ultimately, she shook her head softly although she still looked very pensive.

Draco nodded. "I want you to tell me if you have even the slightest hesitation or revulsion at any point, Hermione."

Her big brown eyes opened, and she nodded. They were both aware of the seriousness of this moment.

"I could make you do anything, Hermione; you have no idea. I don't want to do anything that you don't want; we both have to be very careful. I will make it my life's work to keep your will yours."

A shy smile spread across her lips, and she nodded.

Finally, Draco stepped back and held her hand with their fingers interlaced. They managed to finally leave their rooms and make it to the Great Hall for breakfast.