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Closer	By : katatonic Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10356 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ginny spoke as soon as the professors entered the infirmary.
“This is Bryony Parkinson, a sixth-year Slytherin. She was found by her boyfriend, a seventh-year Ravenclaw about an hour ago. She has no major wounds, except for the bite. Unfortunately, the nurse here isn’t quite as skilled as Madam Pomfrey was, and she was having trouble closing the wound.”
“Did you say Parkinson?” Malfoy paled considerably.
“Yes, Bryony is Pansy’s sister. Now that I’ve closed wounds, she is technically healed and out of my care.”
“So she’s okay?” Harry asked and walked closer to Bryony.
“No, Harry, she’s not okay. Whoever bit her also placed her under a seriously unstable form of the Imperius curse. I’ve placed her in a magically-induced coma until Padma can break the curse or until one of you can find the person, or thing I suppose, responsible. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a shower. Harry, McGonagall said we have a room here?”
Harry nodded and showed Ginny out.
After a few moments of silent gawking at the patient, Padma emerged from the nurse’s office and walked over to the remaining group.
“Hey, Padma,” Hermione greeted. “What can you tell us about the curse?”
“It’s one of the most complex spells I’ve come across. It has traces of the Imperius curse, but there is more to it. When a person is under an Imperio, they are compelled to do things whether want to or not. But this… Rebecca told me she wanted to obey. When we found Bryony, she was fighting us to return to the forest. She was desperate to get back. I wouldn’t have known she was under the influence of any spells unless I knew ahead of time. Her boyfriend even had to stun her to get her into the castle. I’m working to understand the curse so I can break it, but it would be incredibly helpful if you lot could find the woman responsible. There’s a chance I won’t be able to break it, so we would need the caster to do it. Do you have any leads?”
Ron shook his head.
“Not really. We know what she is and what she wants, but we don’t know how to contact her- if it’s even possible.”
“It has to be possible,” Hermione stated, a determined glint flickering in her eyes. “We’ll find her, Padma. Our best chance is the new moon next week. She waited a full month before seeking out Rebecca, but we may be able to catch her on the move to find her next pack member.”
“I really hate waiting,” Ron grumbled and crossed his arms.
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Hermione liked things tidy; that was no secret. From her bookshelf to her bathroom cabinet, she had a place for everything. The fact that her living room was currently playing host to eight of her former classmates and four bottles of firewhiskey would normally have given her a conniption. However, after the terrible day and the perpetual feeling of uselessness that clung to her friends like a bad odor, Hermione decided everyone needed a place to relax.
Ginny was perched on Harry’s lap on the couch, while Neville and Luna snuggled on her armchair. Dean and Ron sat on the other side of the couch and tried to ignore the couples on either side of them. They occasionally shared a disgusted look and poured each other another shot. Hermione and Draco were sitting cross-legged on the floor as close as they dared without causing a scene. Ginny and Dean still didn’t know about their relationship and Hermione decided it wasn’t the time to spill the beans. Every once and a while, Ginny looked at Draco intensely, as if waiting for him to jump up and cast the Dark Mark over the coffee table.
The third time Draco noticed her staring, he excused himself to get some ice from the kitchen. Hermione offered to help and padded after him.
“The Weaslette is creeping me out,” he said when they were out of sight.
“She’s just not sure what to make of you,” Hermione supplied and grabbed some ice cubes from the freezer.
“I suppose. It’s weird, though. I can feel her beady little Weasel eyes on me.”
Hermione playfully smacked his arm and moved to grab the extra napkins from the top shelf. Standing at 5’4 on a good day, she could barely reach the knob. Draco laughed at her pathetic attempt at lengthening her body then pressed himself up against her back and reached into the cabinet. He tossed the napkins on the counter, but didn’t back away.
“Thanks,” she mumbled.
He moved her long hair to one side of her neck and placed a soft kiss below her ear.
“You’re welcome,” he murmured and continued to kiss down her neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and his hands snaked under the hem of her shirt to touch her bare skin.
“Draco,” she warned.
“I haven’t touched you in ages,” he whined softly and flicked his tongue against her earlobe.
“We nearly shagged up against the castle last night!”
“Like I said, it’s been absolutely ages.”
Hermione laughed and turned to face him. His lips were on hers before she could mock him for acting spoiled.
Draco’s kisses always left her breathless, but the combination of the firewhiskey and the very real chance that Ginny could walk in at any moment caused hot desire to course through her body. He was coaxing and tempting her with the soft movements of his tongue against hers and his splayed hands rubbed circles on her skin. Before she was fully aware of his movement, Draco had placed her on the countertop and opened her knees with his hips. His hands traveled from her back down to the outside of her thighs, drifting up her skirt. Hermione buried her hands under his shirt to feel his lean muscles and the light dusting of hair that trailed into his pants. She sighed softly into his mouth when his fingers ghosted over the wet spot that had gathered in her knickers.
She was dragging her finger up and down the zipper of his pants when the fridge door opened and closed.
“Sorry,” Neville muttered, red-faced and slightly sweaty. Draco jumped away from Hermione and she slammed her knees shut. “I was just getting a drink- I didn’t mean to interrupt you. Ginny was heading in here to check on you, make sure you weren’t torturing Hermione and what not, so I volunteered myself instead. Didn’t think you’d be…” he trailed off.
“I’ll go placate Ginny,” Hermione sighed and hopped off the counter. When she rounded the corner, Neville turned to Draco.
“Hermione is like an annoying older sister who is better at you in everything, but who would murder a mountain troll if it so much as slobbered on you.” He played with the buttons on his shirt and took a deep breath. “I like you, Malfoy, don’t get me wrong. But I like Hermione more and you should know that there are a fifty wizards who would gladly castrate you should you hurt her.”
Draco stood in stunned silence. He expected this little chat from Potter, or possibly Weasley, but not Longbottom. It seemed he underestimated Longbottom’s compassion and bravery, like so many people before him.
“Yes sir,” Draco replied and gave a mock salute. Neville seemed to turn a bit redder with that, so Draco softened. “I’m glad Hermione’s got people like you around, Longbottom.” He gave him a clap on the back and returned to the living room.
Neville took a large drink of his butterbeer and followed Draco.
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Two hours had passed and only Neville, Luna and Draco were still in Hermione’s flat. She and Draco had migrated to the couch and she was nestled comfortably in between his legs, with her back resting on his chest. He was twirling one of her curls around his finger while she laughed at something Luna said about wrackspurts or bibble-dee-bops, or some other ridiculous (and probably imaginary) creature.
“The radish crowns are for Nargles, Hermione, not for Blibbering Humdingers,” Luna corrected and Neville beamed at her.
“I think it’s about time we leave, Luna,” he said and she climbed off his lap.
“Oh yes, I’m so sorry Hermione! You must be exhausted. See you tomorrow?”
Hermione nodded and the couple showed their way out. She relaxed her head against Draco’s shoulder and listened to the steady sound of his breathing. After a few moments of quiet contentment, he started kissing down a familiar path along her neck.
“We’re alone,” he rumbled against her skin and she hummed in assent. “No Weasleys… No Longbottom… No Nargles….” He punctuated each word with a kiss to her shoulder. Hermione giggled and flipped herself around to straddle Draco.
“That’s true. Whatever will we do with ourselves?” she asked and ran her hands up his arms to loop around his neck. “We can research some more,” she suggested.
His eyebrows knitted in mock disgust and she leaned in to kiss his jawline. Hermione placed a series of chaste kisses across his jaw, then down the long length of his throat. When she got to the points of his collarbone, she used her tongue to outline the dips and rises of his bones. Draco rolled his head back onto the couch cushions as she began to slowly unbutton his shit, kissing every new inch of exposed flesh. By the time Hermione reached his navel, Draco’s skin was flushed and he was panting slightly.
She moved to unbutton his pants, but he wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her back to his face. Their lips met in a languid, exploratory kiss as they memorized the feel of each other’s lips. With the gentle rocking of Hermione’s hips, their kisses grew more heated and desperate. Draco pulled Hermione’s blouse off without undoing the buttons and she quickly dragged his pants down his legs. He leaned down to kiss the pillowy tops of her breasts before unclasping her bra and sliding it down her arms. He enveloped one of her pink nipples in his mouth and she gasped as darts of pleasure shot through her body and settled in her core.
Hermione could feel the ridges of Draco’s erection through their undergarments and she rolled her hips to rub against it. His moan vibrated through her breast where his lips were still firmly attached. He slid his hands down her torso and then lifted his hips to pull down his shorts. His cock rubbed deliciously against the wet spot on her silky knickers. After a few moments, Hermione took them off, ridding them of the last barrier between their bodies. She brought his mouth to hers once again and continued to rock against the underside of his cock, coating him in the slick arousal that dripped down onto his sac.
Draco grabbed her waist and lifted her up slightly to align their bodies. He plunged into her heat and his nails dug at the sensitive skin of her hips. When he was completely engulfed in her, Hermione dropped her forehead against his, unable to do anything but adjust to his cock buried deep within her.
“Hermione,” he gasped. “Move… please...”
She let out a raspy moan as he twitched inside of her. With his grip guiding her, she began to ride him with long and lazy glides of her hips. The angle was perfect, and with every down stroke, her clit rubbed exquisitely against his pubic bone. As Hermione became more frantic, she sped up until she was grinding forcefully against Draco. Their breathing was rough and needy as they sucked in as much air into their lungs as possible. Draco moved his hands from her hips to her arse, gripping her desperately and leaving behind finger-shaped bruises.
“Shit,” he breathed out slowly and looked down to watch his cock slide in and out of her tight cunt. His bollocks tightened at the sight and he felt his release coming.
Hermione tightened her grip on his shoulders and shuddered as her walls began to tighten around Draco.
“Draco,” she whimpered. “I’m going to-”
“Me too,” he groaned, feeling her contracting muscles grip his cock fiercely.
Hermione cried her release and her body pulsed and shattered against him. With one final thrust, he followed her and he murmured naughty endearments in a deep, gasping voice.
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The Headmistress set up a separate table in the Great Hall for the growing number of visitors as the professor’s table could only sit so many. Hermione sat in between Luna and Draco, facing Ginny while she drank her steaming cup of tea and twirled the pin in her hair. Harry, Ginny, Draco and Dean were discussing the chances of England’s Quidditch team reaching the world cup when the owl post arrived. A small, fire red envelope dropped in front of Draco and the entire table hushed.
“Oh fuck,” he grumbled and tapped it with his wand.
“DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY,” Pansy’s voice screeched through the large room. “THERE WAS A MAD WEREWOLF RUNNING THROUGH THE FORBIDDEN FOREST AND ALL YOU DID WAS TALK ABOUT HERMIONE’S STUPID HAIRPIN?! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU! YOU HAD BETTER FIND THIS WOMAN LEST I TAKE REVENGE FOR MY SISTER ON YOUR BOLLOCKS! I MIGHT AS WELL APOLOGIZE TO HERMIONE AHEAD OF TIME AND URGE HER TO FIND A NEW MAN, BECAUSE WHEN I AM THROUGH WITH YOU, THERE WON’T BE ANY ‘MAN’ LEFT!”
The envelope shredded itself into a smoking pile of red confetti. After several minutes of awkward silence, Hermione turned to Draco.
“How did she-?” She was cut off by a strangled cry from Ginny, who practically had steam coming from her ears.
“Hermione!” she yelled. “What in Merlin’s left testicle was that?”
Before Hermione could answer, a silver terrier shot through the air and landed in the midst of the breakfast food on their table.
“Lavender’s in labor! Come to St. Mungo’s!”
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