Veela For a Day

By: Tammyfait69

I own none of the HP characters. They are the property of JK Rowling. This story is not written for profit, just for fun!

Notes: Wow! I was so excited by the response this got. Many of you requested an epilogue, so here it is. Hope you enjoy. :)

XX Epilogue XX

Hogwarts: January 1999

The next day, Draco entered the dungeons with a spring in his step. He and Granger had spent the entire day and night indulging their lust for one another and he felt better than he had in years really. For the first time since that snake faced freak had come back and wrecked his life, Draco Malfoy felt like himself again. The Slytherin Prince. And it was time to hold court. A few of his faithful subjects needed to be held accountable for their actions.

When he arrived in the common room, he smirked when conversations ceased. He glanced towards a group of third- and fourth-year students that were sitting on the couches by the great fireplace. "Out," he growled.

Their eyes widened at the dark glint in his grey eyes, the younger students whispered hurriedly amongst themselves before they leaped to their feet and hastily fled the room.

Draco chuckled evilly as he watched the younger students scurry away from him. He still had it. He hadn't given the juniors a good scare in years. He had to admit it felt a little good. After the room was cleared of all but his target audience, he returned his gaze to his "friends".

When Pansy attempted to slither away as well, he stopped her with a well aimed finger. "Not you Parkinson. I'll get to you, but not yet. Sit your arse down."

Daphne and Tracey flushed crimson and looked away. Theo cringed and suddenly found his dragon skin boots fascinating. Blaise simply grinned while Pansy broke into a round of apologies.

Draco wasn't having it. "Shut it, Pans,"" he snapped. "Surely you don't believe I'm going to let what you did to me yesterday slide." He sighed. "I thought you knew me a little better than that."

"Draco please—"

He cut the pug faced witch's plea short. "Pansy, I swear to Salazar if you don't keep your tongue behind your teeth, I'll hex it off."

He looked to Blaise for answers. "Did she tell you what she drugged me with?"

Zabini nodded. "Veela pheromones maximized by lust potion, pearl dust and some other shite!" Blaise leaned back, his hands behind his head. "Nasty business, mate."

Draco's eyes widened. "Blimey Pans! You're bloody lucky your potion wore off," he griped. "If you'd turned me into some sort of sodding Veela…" His words trailed off and he shook his head. It did not bear thinking about.

Pansy sank deeper into her chair as if she could disappear into it and Draco turned his attention to Daphne and Tracey. "Since you were both affected by some powerful magic, I'm going to forget the events from yesterday," he said.

They both started to apologize, but Draco stopped them. "Save the apologies and let's just agree never to speak of it again, yeah? You want to apologize, make Pansy there pay for her part in yesterday's debacle and we'll call it even."

Relieved, Daphne and Tracey readily agreed.

Draco turned towards Theo Nott. "You."

Theo raised his head. "Drake…"

Draco shook his head at his longtime friend. "I can forgive you having fantasies of shagging me mate. I'm a fit bloke and I know it, but you threw me under the bus yesterday and nearly had me jumped by a group of barmy girls and Dean fucking Thomas! That is inexcusable, Nott."

Blaise chuckled. "And from what I hear...Thomas is a top not a bottom, Drake."

Malfoy made a face of distaste. "Thanks Zabini for that visual. I could have gone the rest of my years without needing to know that information."

"Just doing my part to help," the dark wizard quipped.

Theo hung his head. "It was the potion, Draco…it made me nutters." He sighed. "I'll accept whatever hex you send my way."

Draco sighed. "Look Theo, I know it was the potion. It's the only reason I'm willing to overlook your error in judgement and not hex your bloody bollocks off."

Knott's expression lightened. "You're not going to curse me then or seek revenge?"

"No," Draco confirmed. Theo got to his feet and looked like he was going to hug Draco. The blond wizard held his hand up. "Uh, no. I said I'll overlook your behavior. Don't expect us to hug it out though."

Out of the corner of his eye Draco saw Blaise Zabini grinning. "Plus, I'm not exactly buggered over where I turned up last night. So, I'm feeling generous."

Blaise's eyebrow cocked. "Oh, and where was that? As if I didn't know," he added under his breath.

A slow, wicked smile spread across Draco's handsome face. "Why between Granger's thighs of course." He winked at Zabini, licking his lips. "Gryffindor's Princess made good use of that bloody potion, mate, and shagged me rather silly."

Blaise chuckled, while Pansy let out a loud gasp.

"How could you?" The witch who started the whole debacle cried. "She's a mud—"

His grin faded instantly, and his face hardened. "Don't say it, Pans," Draco growled, wagging a finger at her. "You didn't have the fucking Dark Lord as a houseguest like I did, but you were here for the battle. You know what a fucking lunatic you-know-who was. How you could even think like that after the shite we all went through thanks to that barmy fuckwit!" He rolled his eyes. "It boggles the mind. Truly."

"So, you don't give a toss that she's a muggle born?" Parkinson asked.

"No," Draco replied. "I don't hold for that pureblood tripe any longer and you shouldn't either. Granger is the smartest witch of our age. I could care less about her sodding blood."

Pansy wrapped her arms around herself, her pug face pinched in misery.

"Sucks when a dastardly plan goes all to pot don't it?" Draco taunted.

Perhaps he should empathize since he actually knew what Pansy felt. Potter had given him a good dose of that rotten tasting medicine for years. Although, he had to admit, it felt better to be on the other side of a plan gone pear shaped. He was not feeling generous enough to forgive Pansy just yet and he couldn't let her get away with trying to take advantage of him the way she had. That would never do. She'd gone and lost the plot trying to drug him like that. She had to pay for it.

He leveled his silver gaze on Parkinson and made his way over to where the witch was curled up in one of the wing backed chairs near the huge lake view windows. "You crossed a line trying to use magic to get me back in your bed, Pans." He put his hands behind his back and paced in front of her. He made a tssking sound. "Veela pheromones. Really? Doesn't even give a bloke a fighting chance to say no to you."

"Draco, I'm sorry. I am, but I love you. I just…wanted you back."

He laughed softly. "You do not love me, Pansy. You may lust after me but love…? No." He squatted down so they were eye to eye. "Dosing a bloke with a lust potion does not scream love, you barmy bint." He sighed as he returned to his full height. "However, since, as I stated, my day ended rather brilliant, I think I'll leave it to my fellow Slytherins to punish you for me." He gave the three housemates in question a wink. "If you make it something especially cunning, I'll accept all your apologies and forget how you lot tried to drag me off and have your wicked way with me like a horde of grasping Grindylows!"

Daphne, Tracey and Theo all nodded eagerly, but Draco was not through and gave them a little added incentive to wish revenge on Pansy. "You know, Pans, in your attempt to fuck me, you really fucked your housemates instead. Let's face it, they made right fools of themselves yesterday. Theo threw himself from the closet—publicly I might add, because of your potion. Daph and Tracey got into an actual pugilist contest with some Gryffindors and Ravenclaws in their efforts to shag yours truly. Those humiliations are sure to smart for a while."

"That's right," Daphne said. "This whole thing is your fault Pansy!"

"Yeah," Tracey agreed following Greengrass as usual. "You didn't make a total fool out of yourself yesterday."

Theo glared at Pansy. "Drake's right. Nice work, Pans," he muttered sourly.

Draco sighed, pleased with himself. "Well, my work here is done. I'll leave you all to it," he said. "I have a date with a certain witch…" He turned to leave but stopped and turned to face them again. "There's one more thing…" He snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah. Blaise, while they," he indicated Theo, Daph and Tracey, "have a right to be brassed off, you may owe Pansy a word of gratitude, yeah?"

Zabini frowned. "And why would I owe her thanks? Are you forgetting I was the one forced to deal with her after I carried her away from you yesterday?"

Draco shook his head. "No, I'm not. But isn't it because of Pansy that you won the bet?"

Blaise's eyes widened just a fraction and for a split second a look of surprise appeared on his face before his calm expression returned. "Bet? What bet would that be, Drake?"

Draco snorted. "The bet regarding Granger and myself you tosser!" When the group of them (sans Pansy) wouldn't meet his gaze, he began to laugh. "Did you lot seriously think I didn't know you were wagering on whether I'd shag Granger?" He shook his head at his housemates. "I may not live in the dungeons anymore, but I'm still Slytherin you twits."

Blaise leaned back in his chair and started to laugh. "You sodding git! When did you figure it out?"

"I've known from the beginning," Draco replied. "I'm assuming by the way you've been harping at me to explore my…" He air quoted, "feelings for Granger that you had January?"

Zabini nodded. "I did."

"Then that makes you the winner." He smirked towards Theo, Daphne and Tracey. "If I was you, I'd make Pansy pay Blaise. After all it's her fault Granger and I got the push we needed to admit we kind of fancy each other."

"So, you do fancy her then?" Blaise asked.

"Of course, I do," Draco admitted freely. After spending the night (and morning) with Hermione, Draco had no doubts he fancied the woman. He turned to go. "If I didn't, Pansy there would be making an appointment with Madame Pomfrey to have her girly bits checked for Looney Lovegood's nasty little Nargles!" he called back over his shoulder as he left the room.

Draco was nearly to the exit of the dungeons when he heard his name being called from behind him. He turned back from where he'd just come and spotted Daphne following him. He groaned internally. Fuck! He hoped she didn't want to rehash the shit storm that was yesterday again.

He paused, waiting for her to catch up. "Daph, what is it? I thought we agreed never to speak of it again, except if it's you telling me you've turned Pansy into a kneazle or something equally horrid."

Daphne chuckled softly as she came to stop next to him. "I'll make sure to do that," she said. "But first, I wanted to say thank you."

His brow shot up. "For what?"

She clasped her hands together. "You could have taken advantage of all of us…"

He rubbed the back of his neck. He hated awkward mushy scenes. "You don't have to thank me, Daph. You were as much a victim of Pansy's potion as I was." He smirked suddenly. "Plus, you kept those Gryffindor girls off me. That fucking Vane bint scares the shite out of me!"

"I did back her off, didn't I?"

"You were a tad savage," he told her with a wink.

"Speaking of savage," Daphne returned, eyes wide. "Merlin, Granger is scary when she's cheesed off."

He chuckled. "You lot were breaking the rules. Granger is serious about the rules," he said with an eye roll.

"You really fancy her then." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah, I do." He scratched his head. "It's shocking isn't it? If anyone had told me I'd fancy Hermione Granger…" He shook his head, still a bit amazed at the turn of events.

Daphne giggled. "You'd have sent off to Janus Thickey."

"Promptly," he agreed.

They stood there for a moment before Daphne motioned behind her. "Well, I better get back."

Draco nodded. "You don't have a reason to feel bad, Daph. I mean it, yeah?"

"Thanks Drake." She grinned at him. "I'll make sure Pansy suffers."

Draco gave her a genuine smile. "I'd expect no less from a proper Slytherin. I also expect details, Daph," he told her with a wink. "Lots of details. Perhaps even pictures." He chuckled softly as he left. It was good to be the Prince again.

XXOOXX

Draco was in a good mood on his way back to the head dorm. That in and of itself felt strange since Draco didn't usually do good moods. He was reserved or haughty, yes, sarcastic and arrogant definitely, but chipper? Never. And yet, he found himself actually smiling as he walked the halls of Hogwarts, that is until he spotted Lovegood heading his way. After yesterday, the looney Ravenclaw gave him the willies.

She smiled at him in that far off manner of hers. "I see you've solved your Nargle problem, Draco."

"Apparently so, Lovegood," he said warily.

"Is Hermione still upset with us?"

Draco shrugged. "She's more upset with Vane and Patil than you I think."

"Oh good," Luna said. "Well, see ya," she said with a bright smile.

"Yeah, see ya around," Draco said and went to walk past her, but before he made a safe exit, he felt Looney grab and pinch his bum.

He yelped and spun around to face his attacker, his hand on his injured body part. "Bloody hell, Lovegood! What was that for?"

Luna gave him a wicked little grin. "Oops, there was one Nargle left. But I got 'em. Frisky little bugger. Your welcome," she said, her spacey little smile firmly on her pretty face.

His jaw dropped. "You expect me to thank you for pinching my arse?"

"No. I expect your thanks for freeing you of Nargles," she replied.

Draco sighed. "Fine," he said, if it got him out of this awkward situation any faster. "Thank you, Lovegood for freeing me of all Nargles. Satisfied?"

"Definitely," she told him. "Now you can return to your dorm and shag Hermione without bringing back any nasty creatures attached to your bum."

Draco's eyes widened. How she knew about he and Hermione, he hadn't a clue. He simply nodded to her and made haste to escape her presence. The only "creature" that had attacked him bum had been Looney. He glanced over his shoulder and she was just standing there smiling at him. He walked faster. Yes. Luna Lovegood definitely creeped him out.

XXOOXX

A week later:

Draco and Hermione were laying on the couch in their common room snogging out when an incessant yapping noise interrupted them.

They ignored it at first, lost in their own pleasurable world, however, after several minutes of yap-yap-yap. Hermione's patience ran out and she pushed him off her. "What is that obnoxious noise?"

Irritated to have their "alone" time halted, Draco scowled at the door to their dorm. "How would I know?"

She rolled her eyes at him as she got up and went to investigate. A few moments later she came back carrying a small little pug dog. "Aw, look what I found outside the portrait," she cooed.

Draco made a face. "That is the ugliest mutt. Why the bloody hell did you bring it inside?"

The dog started to squirm in Hermione's grasp, and when the witch wouldn't let it down, the dog turned, let out a little growl and then snapped at Hermione, nipping the witch on her finger.

"Ow!" she gasped and dropped the dog. "It bit me!"

Draco shook his head at her. "Nasty little bugger. Why again did you bring it inside?"

Just then the dog leaped onto Draco's lap. It put its paws on Malfoy's chest and started to lick his face. "Ugh!" the blond wizard groaned, grimacing with disgust as he turned his head away from the rapidly flicking pink tongue trying to give his face a bath. "Get it off me."

Hermione frowned, a tad jealous that the dog seemed to care for Draco and not her. "Well, she likes you apparently."

"How do you know it's a she?" He asked, picking up the dog and holding it at arm's length. "Enough of that you," he snapped, setting the little tan and black pooch onto the floor.

Hermione laughed. "Do you really need me to explain the difference between little boy doggies and little girl doggies, Malfoy?"

"Ha-ha- funny Granger," he said. The dog again hopped into his lap and he scowled at the little mutt as it settled in, as if it was going to park itself in his lap. "You just won't take no for an answer will you, you little pug-faced—" He froze, eyes widening as a ridiculously wonderful thought occurred to him. "No, it can't be." He took hold of the dog's face with both hands and stared deeply into the brown eyes of the dog. "Pansy?" he whispered. The little dog gave a yap. "Is that really you?" Pansy bobbed her head and yapped again.

Draco started to chuckle. "Oh, this is rich!" he chortled.

"What is it?" Hermione asked from their kitchenette where she was making a cup of tea.

There was no way Draco was telling Granger about Pansy. Her sense of moral outrage might make her go and seek out the three Slytherins he was certain had transfigured the brunette witch and try to force them to change her back right away. Draco would rather Pansy suffer as a pug a while longer.

"Oh, nothing," he said, taking Hermione's hand and pulling her down beside him when she returned. He took her tea and set it down on the table.

"What are you doing?" she asked. His huge smile was setting off red flags for Hermione. "Why do you look so chuffed all of the sudden?"

Draco wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her to him. "I was just remembering what we were doing before that…" he glanced towards Pansy, smirking when she growled and barked at him, "interrupted us."

Hermione gave a breathless little laugh as he laid back on the couch, pulling her with him; he proceeded to lay a rather amazing snog on her, making her toes curl with pleasure. That is until the little dog started yapping as if the dorm was on fire.

"Ignore her," Draco said, fighting to keep his grin at bay. "She's probably jealous."

"Jealous?!" Hermione exclaimed. "That's a little strange wouldn't you say?"

"Well, you said it yourself, she seems to like me," Draco said by way of excuse. He leaned forward and captured Hermione's lips with his.

"Mmm," Hermione moaned softly. Pansy barked again, and Hermione sighed, breaking off the kiss to look at the dog. "She's watching us. And…" The brown-eyed witch's brows drew down in a puzzled frown. "Merlin, I swear that dog is glaring at me!"

Draco gave a short bark of laughter. He had no doubts Pansy was glaring at Granger.

"Enough talking, Granger. I can think of several things you could be doing with your tongue that is far more pleasant than discussing that mutt."

Pansy gave a little growl and Draco gave the little beast a surreptitious two finger salute in return as he rolled Hermione over and settled himself between his witch's thighs; when he began to snog her silly again, the little pug whined and ran for a corner to hide.

Several minutes later, when clothes started getting removed, Draco debated moving upstairs. The slightly twisted side of his personality wanted to stay where he was and shag Granger senseless right in front of the little pug, but he knew Granger would get her knickers all in a twist if she found out he had done such a thing; he was rather attached to his bollocks and did not want them hexed off, thank you very fucking much! In the end, Draco opted to err on the side of caution. He scooped up a half-naked Granger and carried her upstairs, on the way, he glanced over to where Pansy lay cowering in the corner, he laughed wickedly when he saw the pug with her paws over her eyes.

Oh yeah, his Slytherin housemates had outdone themselves. He was really rather proud of them.

It was the perfect revenge…

The End

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Okay, that's it. The End for real this time! ;)