Sorry this has taken me so long to write... I was all prepared and ready and then exams started and Drama took over all priorities and then it was music and now I've finally found the time after the English, French and Science's I had to do! Hazzah!
So anyway, here's the second part!
To say Draco was surprised would have been an understatement. His eyes widened and he completely stiffened, back and other places. He could smell her, and she smelt wonderful, as corny as that sounded. He liked it.
But this wasn't right. He pulled away and looked her in the eye, "Hermione," he whispered, "What are you doing?"
"Just go with it Draco," she whispered, pulling his face closer to hers. She planted a delicate kiss on his bottom lip, "We've done it before..."
That was true. It was a night he couldn't forget. The war had just ended. Ron had run to the arms of Lavender Brown and Hermione had run into Draco in the corridor. They'd started arguing before they'd ended hidden in the cavern together, him taking her virginity and she taking his. It had been one of the best nights of his life, taking Hermione against the wall, but he'd never admitted that. The moment had created the start of their friendship.
So he went with it. He pulled her face to his and kissed her full on the mouth, rolling them both over so he lay above her. Hermione smiled up at him when they separated and nibbled on her bottom lip. Draco growled and leant forwards, pulling her lip from her teeth and nibbling on it himself. Hermione sighed happily into his mouth and slid her hands down towards his hips, grabbing hold of his shirt and tugging upwards. Draco shifted slightly and pulled the shirt over his head. Hermione marvelled at the muscles in his chest that rippled as he moved and ran her hands down his chest.
Draco's hands skilfully unfastened each button that led down Hermione's chest and pulled the two sides open and leaning his head down to catch one nipple between his teeth. Hermione arched her back, pushing herself closer to him. Draco took advantage of the moment and caught her hips in his hands, pulling her trousers down her hips quickly, yanking her underwear with them.
He could smell her arousal instantly. In fact, he could smell her and only her. His brain was fuzzy; he was ignoring all of the issues with what was happening at the moment because he wanted – no, needed – her so bad.
Hermione felt her teeth—fangs—lengthen and bit into her own lip, drawing blood. She could feel his skin as it moved against hers, burning like fire as she hastily licked the blood from her lip, her saliva healing the wound slowly.
She tugged at Draco's trousers, "Off, now." She commanded. He instantly leant back and pulled them from his body, leaving the both of them completely naked on the bed.
Hermione stared at his crotch, her eyes wide. She hadn't seen him last time; they'd been so quick. Now, it felt real. This time it was happening and she wasn't ready to stop it.
Draco seemed to be thinking the same thing as he flew across the distance to pull her mouth to his. He snaked one hand down between her legs but she stopped him.
"No," she whispered, nibbling on his ear, "I need you... now."
Draco growled and stroked her once, revelling in her soft whimper before he plunged in.
Whatever he'd been expecting, it certainly was not this. Maybe he was hoping that she wouldn't be his mate, and that she would feel the same to him as all the other girls did, so he played down the expectations.
But as soon as they joined together, it felt like fireworks. There was a flash of white and Draco had to stop any movement to keep himself from coming too quickly. Hermione seemed to have felt it too as she came almost instantly, a sure sign of the physical unison between a Veela and their mate if the books Hermione had read were anything to go by.
"Draco?" she whispered, breathlessly. She wanted him to move, but she wanted to know if she was right too. But he just looked deep into her eyes and stared at her for just a few moments before he pushed further into her and closed the gap between their lips. He pushed her deeper into the bed and started up a steady rhythm.
Hermione whimpered in his arms and cried out with every thrust, meeting him halfway. Her head fell back, baring her neck to Draco who lowered his mouth to hers, sucking lightly on the skin there. Hermione groaned and moved one hand to his hair, holding him to her. Draco hissed quietly, nipping at her neck as he sped his thrusts, smirking at the breathless moans Hermione whimpered in his ear.
"Fuck, Draco," she hissed, arching her back, "Do that again."
Draco complied, nipping and nibbling down her neck to her collar bone and back up, before he pulled away to kiss her, running his tongue across her bottom lip. Hermione's lips parted almost instantly and Draco groaned into her mouth. Hermione pulled away from him and bit hard on her lip, trying to hold in the scream that was threatening to escape, gasping as they cut through again, her blood hastily dribbling down her chin.
In a way, that was a relief for her; it meant she couldn't smell Draco's blood, didn't have the urge to taste it as much as she'd been trying to hold back before.
She looked up at him and him down at her, their moans and whimpers echoing off of the walls as he licked the blood from her chin. Hermione smacked at his head, "Draco!" she gasped as he thrust into her again, "You—you can't—do... tha—" she moaned and fisted her hands into his hair and tugged him to her, sucking lightly on his earlobe, "It's not—safe... not—for—you."
"Don't care," he growled, "Want you."
"Have me." She howled, nodding rapidly, "Take me."
Draco understood her double meaning. He knew that she knew from the first 'Draco?'
Hesitantly, he burrowed his face into her neck, running his tongue over her pulse and that familiar crescent scar before he sunk his teeth into her.
Hermione gasped, groaned, whimpered and writhed under him as his venom made its way into her body, marking her as his.
"Draco!" she cried, arching her back further, pressing her chest to his. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came, hard and fast. Draco was close too; she could tell by his more jerky movements. So she did the instinctual thing at that moment and sunk her own teeth into his neck.
They were both joined, mouth to pulse, mouth to pulse. Hermione moaned as his blood filled her mouth and trickled down her throat as Draco came inside her. As he did, he withdrew his teeth from her throat and Hermione did the same, gasping quickly as he filled her from the inside.
When he was spent, he fell beside her, not wanting to squash her, and just panted, staring up at the ceiling in surprise and shock; he'd found his mate. He'd confirmed his suspicions.
Hermione lay beside him, eyes wide with fear. He hadn't looked at her once since, and she was worried she'd overstepped the line, drinking from him without his permission. She could still taste the metallic of his blood on her tongue, running the tip of it along her teeth and retracting her fangs again. She was watching him cautiously, blood dripping from his throat, slowly onto the bed sheet, but she wasn't fazed by that; even the small amount of blood she'd ingested seemed to be enough to sustain her for a while.
After a few minutes, she'd made her mind up. She hastily crawled out of the bed and ran from the room, still naked. She grabbed her dressing gown on the way out of the dorms and just ran.
Running was something she'd taken a liking to recently. Running meant she was alone. Free and personal time. She didn't have to worry about what people thought of her.
She ran quickly, back to where it first began; if she was going to die from starvation or the rejection from her Blood Partner then she'd rather do it where it had all started, where she had wished for death the first time.
She stood in the small clearing, sobs shaking her frame as she stumbled to the tree trunk she had been attacked on. She curled up into a ball on it and let the tears streak down her face, relishing the slight scent of Draco on her skin and the tiny taste of his blood that sat on her tongue.
She wasn't sure how long she lay there; she couldn't feel the cold. She heard footsteps from behind her and she sucked in a breath, falling silent. Someone was here to finish her off. This was it.
But they didn't; they sat behind her and ran a hand up her arm in a soothing gesture.
"I'm not mad," his voice drifted to her ears, "I was surprised, sure, but happy too." He chuckled lightly as he leant forwards to plant a kiss on her cheek, "I wanted us to be united in both ways, I just never thought my wish would come true."
She turned her head to look up at him and he smiled down at her.
"I love you," he whispered, "Have for a while now. This Veela thing and the pull that accompanied it just proved it for me. I was ecstatic that you'd drink from me, and even happier that you didn't instantly vomit like you had with some of the others." He kissed her again, this time on her lips and she responded almost instantly, pulling him to lie beside her and hold her in his arms. "I really do love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," she breathed.
Draco slowly leant forwards to catch his lips with hers and the couple shared a long kiss under the moon as the snow began to fall around them.
Thoughts? It's late and I'm tired, but I've promised a load of people this would be up, so here it is!
Anyway, let me know what you think, improvements, positives w/e :D
Thank you for reading!