Chapter 35: Intoxicated and uncontrollable
"If you are already dating, then is the next step getting engaged to marry? Or is it directly to the honeymoon for you two? The pace of your relationship is faster than normal ones after all." Ginny blurted out her thoughts on the matter with a playful gaze and a false, serious expression.
Hermione blushed deeply when these words reached her ears. She slapped Ginny's shoulder mercilessly without speaking a word.
"OW!" Ginny scowled as she rubbed the sore spot where she was hit.
"Stop spouting rubbish. It could be something else...-"
"Like what?" Ginny cut her in-between as she wondered out loud, "Living together? You already are. Meeting the parents? That is very important."
Ginny sweated when she was subjected to Hermione's furious glower. Deciding she had had enough laughs at her friend's expense, she wisely shut her mouth and accompanied Hermione to their first class of the day- charms.
_______________________________________________
Draco was physically present in his transfiguration classroom, mentally, however he was thinking of his mate. His mate's cold shoulder behavior has been troubling him since morning, and he just couldn't fathom the reason of her change.
Along with his questions and worries, an uncomfortable queasiness and a painful knot in his stomach were troubling him as well. The pain wasn't similar to anything he has experienced before.
Lucky for him, Headmistress McGonagall was unaware of his lack of attention, otherwise the punishment awaiting him would surely have been worse than becoming a ferret.
After what felt like eons, the bell finally rang. Draco impatiently waited for the strict transfiguration Professor to dismiss the class. He knew better than to barge out rudely while she was still inside.
Blaise who was hurrying up to his level best panted as he rushed after his friend.
"Draco! Slow down, will you?"
"Blaise, I am not going to the next class, so handle it for me." Draco commanded him to complete his request, leaving him stupefied without actually using the spell.
When Blaise came to he saw Draco turn a corner, "But where are you heading off to?" He hollered after his friend.
Alas, he didn't receive an answer. Either he was too late in speaking up or Draco simply ignored him. He grudgingly commenced to his next class- History of Magic by Professor Binns.
Draco hastily moved towards his dorm he shared with his mate. He knew Hermione had a free period and the only two places he could think of her being in were their dorm or Gryffindor common room.
He hoped with his fingers crossed it was the former.
"Prior Incantato," He muttered, and the wall slid open to show the door that lay behind.
When Draco entered the sitting room, he saw the top of Hermione's head as she was sitting in the armchair before the fireplace. He breathed out a sigh of relief.
He moved forward, circling the armchair, and discovered that his precious little mate was dozing off in an uncomfortable-looking position. With intentions to transfer her to her bedroom, he neared her. Carefully, he took her in his arms and picked her up gently to not disturb her slumber. Hermione fidgeted a little, but luckily she did not wake up.
Walking towards her room, Draco relished the feel of her in his arms, a satisfied purr rumbling in his chest. Her sweet intoxicating scent entered his nostrils, and he detected a hint of some other scent as well. Or more precisely the increased intensity of that other mellow scent overlapping with her sweet one making it even more irresistible.
Controlling his thoughts from getting carried away, he continued his journey to her bedroom with his sprinting heartbeat hammering against his chest. He felt warm all over and blood rushing to the tips of his ears painting them red.
Arriving in the dark room, only faint sunlight seeping through the fabric of the curtains covering the entire window lit the place.
Draco walked towards her bed and climbed it with one knee folded on it and softly placed his mate down on the mattress. He gazed at her adoringly and tenderly caressed her smooth cheeks. He remembered the tale of sleeping beauty that she once shared as one of her favorite childhood stories. That's exactly how he would describe her at this moment with her long, brown tresses scattered on the pillow in an orderly fashion. Her long eyelashes kissing her cheeks as her eyes lay closed and her creamy-looking lush fuchsia lips that looked so kissable at that very moment.
Without Draco knowing, his thoughts began getting cloudy and his rational preparing to take a dive down the window. In the silent, dimly lit room he could clearly hear the accelerated throb of his heart. For some reason, his mouth felt dry and his body continued to heat up.
Suddenly Hermione groaned, twisted and turned to be on her side, facing Draco. He felt his fangs pierce through his skin as they elongated at the sight of his mate's pale, creamy long neck. As if a roaring monster awakened inside of him, Draco found himself to not be in control of his actions.
With hazy eyes, he lowered himself and closed in on Hermione's sleeping form. As he was a hair's breadth away from the bottom juncture of her neck, near her collarbone, he heard a breathy whisper which startled him.
"Draco, what are you doing?"
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
star_dreamer
star_dreamer MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
I was not satisfied with previous versions of this chapter and hence redid the entire thing.
I hope it's worth your while.
Please don't forget to Vote, comment and leave reviews!
Thank you!
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone