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Chapter
11 – Hunts

And
so two months passed with the couple spending their nights in the
shack. It became imperative for Draco to teach Hermione how to
control her temper; first he made sure she discovered exactly when
the changes occurred and what kind of emotions paved the way for
them. With time they discovered that her senses too seemed to enhance
along with her changes.

Before
she learned to avoid her transformation, her senses heightened to the
point where she could feel the warmth of Draco’s body or hear
his heart beating; at times she even heard whispers coming from the
village outside the shack and she could see with striking clarity
inside rooms that Draco claimed were pitching dark. What she feared
the most was that she could sense the scent of people at great
distance, there was one scent in particular that reeked and filled
her with an unfathomable desire to maim and kill; Harry’s.

She
hated those sessions the most. Her hunger for Harry’s blood
made her able to destroy great pieces of furniture in the shack in a
matter of seconds.

Even
though Draco jested about Harry causing such appalling reactions, it
worried him too. It didn’t take him long to figure out what
they had done to her and understand the reasons behind Dumbledore’s
scheme on his task, even though he hated them both for using her like
this.

Her
wandless magic became instinctive during her changes, and she could
conjure all kinds of weapons from muggle to magic, and sometimes even
a mixture of both.

When
Hermione managed to prevent the changes, Draco made sure she spent
the rest of her time learning more about her powers. The Slytherin
Prince would make her look for him in magically darkened rooms, or
recognise the scent of different herbs and poisons, all of it without
starting to glow.

At
first she was sceptical. However, the fact that she had burned Harry
on a couple of occasions when she wasn’t glowing convinced
Draco that her powers were not all related to her glow, but were
different symptoms altogether. He convinced her that she’d have
to learn to control them too if she didn’t want to hurt
scar-face again.

Not
hurting Harry again was a strong motivation. So strong that Hermione
learned how to activate her powers without turning into a “human
candle”; a term Draco had come up with when she accidentally
cheated while she was looking for him during a task.

According
to Draco’s theory, the way that her powers were enhancing she
wouldn’t need to transform for her powers to operate on their
own and she should learn to know them before that happened.

Once
again, it was the thought alone of not being able to touch Harry
without harming him that kept her rooted to the spot for hours trying
to stir up her wandless magic, until she learned to first move and
then conjure things at will.

After
a month they took their work to the battlefield; or more
specifically, the forbidden forest. They went on a hunting mission
that, according to Draco, would make sure she was able to practice
everything she’d learned in an environment that offered real
pressure, that was as close to a real battle scene as possible.

As
part of the element of surprise, Draco conveniently forgot to tell
her one big
detail. To add to the excitement, he was going to be the bait.

Needless
to say she failed miserably.

When
they located a blood sucking creature inside a cave and she saw him
cut his wrist to later run towards the cave throwing his wand back at
her, she couldn’t help her reaction.

Or
her transformation.

She
ran behind him and as she saw the creature take a leap towards Draco,
she willed a hundred knives appear of thin air and throw themselves
towards the creature, stabbing it against the wall and slicing it
into an unrecognizable state.

The
terrible scene was mercifully blocked by Draco’s body, who
hadn’t expected such a vicious reaction from his Kitten.

Nonetheless,
he spent no time in taking her away from the cave before she could
see what she’d done and ordered her to stay put until she
gathered some control over herself. He took this time to recover his
wand and vanish the rests of the creature.

He
would never mention the small cubs he’d found inside or what
he’d done to them.

*

It
took them a month until Hermione learned some control in the field.
And although she’d pleaded with him many times not to repeat a
similar stunt, he never stopped playing the bait during their hunts.

It
did not go unnoticed how her stamina, after entire nights of
practice, didn’t seem to faze her. Unlike Draco; who started to
miss some classes to recover some sleep. This, of course, caused many
fights between the pair but after witnessing Draco doze off
throughout three entire classes, she stopped forcing him to come to
lessons.

On
more than one occasion, she tried to go hunt by herself, discovering
that she was pretty good controlling herself during those moments.
Until Draco appeared out of nowhere, playing the bait again, jumping
of a tree or simply scaring her to death and causing her powers to
activate and hurt him; most of these times he made her frantic with
dread as she heard, smelled and saw his figure approaching the ground
at a frightening speed.

After
those stunts she grew more anxious with everything that concerned
brooms, especially when he was involved in it.

Draco
would relish the fact that she could never get hurt while she’d
be beside herself each time he was injured. It was during one of
these days that Hermione was healing him, that she noticed him
staring at her. He was lying on the bed in their shack, with a
pensive open look on his face that was completely unusual for him.

“Draco
– she asked hesitantly – are you ok?”

“Better
than ever.” he said, wearing the same dazed look that didn’t
appease her at all. He smirked, pulling her to him to kiss her
thoroughly, flinching slightly when he felt the pressure on his
injured chest. Hermione glared at him in return. Which to no one’s
surprise, made him chuckle even more.

“You
are the best thing that happened to me” he stated while
Hermione, still looking at his wound, informed him she didn’t
see how she could be anything close to that. It was as if they were
worlds apart, each in their own cloud.

“You
should know that I always kept my wand ready to cushion the fall.”
he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, while she
grew infuriated with him.

“How
was I supposed to know that? I don’t even see you before I feel
you. You don’t know what it’s like to suddenly sense you
like that, Draco!” she yelled at him while he answered in that
ever peaceful tone that unnerved her to no end.

“The
funny thing is, I don’t think I ever needed one.” he
smiled at her, stating his most recent discovery, the one that
apparently had him grinning like a bob cat in front of dessert.

“What?!
Are you out of your mind?! Draco, PLEASE don’t say that! I’m
not that fast, what if I wasn’t- what if I didn’t- Gosh!
I can’t even say it... Don’t
you dare, Malfoy!”

“I
wish I could give you that- that security. It’s... amazing to
have someone like you.”

“Draco,
are you listening to me?” Hermione said almost frantic.

“To
feel loved, I guess. Yeah, that’s it. I think I know now. I
mean I knew before but now I can feel
it; it’s exhilarating. Don’t look so crestfallen,
Kitten,” he said as he tried to hug her close, “I wish I
could show you how it feels...”

“I
wish I could make you just as certain.” he said as he kissed
her thoroughly, “I missed you so much, Kitten” he said as
he switched positions on the bed.

“Draco,
wait, you can’t do this. Please, promise me you won’t
ever jump without your wand. It’s worse than going back to
stage one, I- I don’t think I could handle that. Please Draco,
promise...” she pleaded, making sure he looked at her this time
and trying to convey everything she felt to him on that look.

“But-
...you- ...I- Fine, Kitten. I won’t ever jump without a wand”
he complied, not really doubting his recent discovery. He just wanted
to appease her and both knew that was the sole reason.

He
kissed her again, this time searching her mouth in a way he could
entice her. He wanted her to stop fretting about their conversation,
wanted to have her. If only he could at least show her this way just
how much he cared...

“Draco,
no, wait- I don’t think we’re ready. I don’t want
to hurt you...”

“You
would never hurt me.” Draco answered between love bites.

“Draco,
I’m about to change. I’m not
ready.”

“We’re
not in a session, Kitten. You don’t have to stop yourself
here.” he said as he nibbled her earlobe.

“But
I-” Hermione’s protests were cut short by his two hands
cradling her face and two deep gray eyes looking at her.

“Hermione,
please, don’t hold yourself back with me. You have to control
yourself outside. Please don’t ever do it here, not when you
are with me.”

*

And
so, by mid February, both found themselves laid in their room in the
Shrieking Shack after another heated session of passionate love.

“I
miss the nights we had in your dorm.” Hermione confided in him.

“Oh
no, no you won’t! How or why you decided to sneak into my room
all those nights is still a mystery to me. Have you any idea what
would’ve happened to you if someone caught you?”

“Well
you wouldn’t have me any other way. And as I recall it, you
even complained the times I didn’t come to you. Or when I was
late...”

“Don’t
remind me...” he grumbled. “And you’re missing the
entire point.”

She
giggled and started to plant small kisses along his jaw.

“Anyway,
I do miss it. Honestly, Draco, what happened to your sense of
adventure? Wasn’t it thrilling to do it just a few feet away
from sleeping eyes?”

He
switched them around, getting on top and far away from her
distracting hands, “Promise me you won’t try to get in
there again.”

“Don’t
you think you are being a bit paranoid, Draco? Ok, so let’s
imagine they caught me, what could they do? You’d probably take
their memories away, knowing how over protective you are. I don’t
think your possessive ass would be able to handle anyone else seeing
me bare.”

Draco
looked aggrieved. Keeping a firm hold on her wrists above her head,
he lowered his head to her forehead,

“You’re
so naive, sometimes Hermione. I was never worried of them getting a
sight of you nude, because, as you quote it, my possessive ass would
never let it happen. And I wouldn’t need a memory charm for
that, Kitten.” his smirk disappeared then, “It’s
the fact that a Slytherin mind doesn’t work like yours. They
wouldn’t just walk away concealed to wet their dreams with the
memory of you; they’d use the information to their advantage.
They already know too much about you Hermione; they’re just
biding their time.” he stopped to gather his wits, “I
need your word that you won’t do something as stupid as give
them the chance to get the upper hand.”

She
listened intently throughout all his speech from the irate growl to
his worried phrases and nodded, not because she believed the
Slytherins to be a real threatening force, but because she’d
accept to live on water alone if it took that haunted look from his
eyes.

“Ok”
she whispered, and Draco let out a heavy sigh, proceeding to let her
hands delve in his hair while he held her close and burrowed his head
in the crook of her shoulder, taking in deep breaths of her scent to
calm down.

Hermione
started to plant small kisses on his skin, trying to see if she could
arise any pleasant emotion in him. The Slytherin smirked on her
shoulder, chuckling at her. “Quit it Kitten, you’re not
pulling it off this time!”

“Says
who?”

“Says
the bloke with the wand you want to stick up – outch!”

“Gosh,
Draco, you can be so rude sometimes!”

“...Since
when does that means you can bite me?”

“Oh,
I plan to do more than biting” Hermione said attacking his
mouth passionately.

Draco
smiled through the kiss before responding to it. He had
missed that side of her. He wrapped his hands around her waist
feeling the soft skin while she kept her assault on his mouth. She
had her hands on his neck and was pulling him to her forcefully
tangling her hands in his hair.

He
kept his ministrations soft and tender. They seemed to hold some kind
of self control that Hermione wanted to break so she prodded him to
lie on his back with her on top and proceeded to kiss her way down.
First his soft chest, caressing every part of him she could reach,
feeling his muscles clench under her touch, her kisses travelled
south and she felt his erection on her midriff, she let it coat her
skin with his moisture as she kept moving down his body. She felt his
hands trying to stop her and pull her up for a kiss but she stopped
them midway and pulled them to his sides as if commanding them to
stay there.

The
tip of his shaft encountered the skin of her breasts making them both
hiss at the contact. She took her hand down to touch him with one of
her fingers, spreading his precum from the head to the base of his
erection with that sole finger in a slow motion.

She
took a firm hold of him and stroked him up and down once before
prodding his shaft to her breasts again, enjoying how the soft skin
felt caressing the sensitive parts under her breasts and pulling it
around each in circles that grew smaller each time until they brushed
her nipples.

Draco
had his fists tangled on the blankets around him as he watched how
his kitten was playing with him. It took all of his will not to
pounce on her and devour her.

She
pulled her head up from his kisses and started to look at him as she
buried his shaft in the valley between her breasts surrounding him
with them as she went down on his body, pulling his foreskin back.
She felt his tip go from her breasts up to her neck and the base of
her jaw before she lowered even more to engulf him in her mouth.

Every
inch of his body twitched under her actions and he was being loud
about everything he planned to do to her when she finished.

As
she continued her lapping motions trying to take every part of him
in. She travelled her hands over his thighs and pelvis and then
cradled his balls between them, all the while feeling him twitch
under her.

The
liquid between her thighs seemed to increase and she decided her need
for him deep inside her was greater so she lifted herself and located
his shaft between her thighs as she lowered herself down making
circles with her pelvis. When they were finally joined together they
both groaned in pleasure.

Draco
brought her lips to his at a crashing speed, devouring them as he
tasted each crevice in her mouth with full force. His thrusts became
just as erratic making her grow mad with need as she came close to
her breaking point.

It
was no wonder they didn’t last much after that. But when they
both came Draco started lapping at her from head to toe. He kissed
every part of her body as he cradled her, not enticing her more but
just adoring her body in a loving manner. Hermione was too exhausted
to voice how much she returned the feeling. She just moaned her
approval before sleep enveloped her. Draco continued even after that
until he too fell asleep resting on her midriff.

*

Incredibly
it was Draco who woke up first the next morning. He remained looking
at her for a long time after brushing an unruly curl away from her
face. She was already too strong and they were both nearing the end
of her training as he was instructed.

He’d
told her they needed to know of how much she was really capable of
and insisted that to fully control her change she’d need to
evoke the change as well.

They
had already started to practice; it was easy for her to transform but
the more time she stayed glowing, the more her senses would make her
react in a destructive way. Her implacable thirst for Harry would
enhance into an unbearable state and it often took great self control
to go back to her normal state after that.

That
was what worried Draco the most since he knew how the knowledge of
having done to Potter what she did to the blood-sucking bugbear would
destroy her.

They
didn’t talk about it but both understood how important it was
for her to learn to control herself during her transformation.

Draco
hated that the old fool was using her like this, but he knew there
was no other way to help her; he needed to collaborate with him.
Nevertheless he knew where his loyalties lay. And it wasn’t
with their headmaster.

*

After
three weeks of practice, they had both progressed a lot. Hermione had
finally started to separate the glowing from the burning effect and
they no longer needed to intern deep into the forest for Hermione to
start with the sessions; they would do it from the Shrieking Shack
and fall asleep right away. During these sessions unlike the rest of
them, he wouldn’t end up as spent and in most of the cases he’d
be the one to get them ready for classes.

He’d
make sure she had all her books ready, drag her to the showers where
he enjoyed bathing her while she rested on the bathtub and then
walked her slumbered body to Hogwarts grounds with the invisibility
cloak, where he’d leave her. He’d give her a boost in the
way of a passionate kiss or a couple of enticing words. And, usually,
a reminder of her next class and the time would suffice to make her
hurry up towards breakfast too.

One
of these particular mornings when he was about to wake her up he
noticed her already gone; after a short search through the house, a
glowing light under the bathroom doors gave her away. He found her
puking her guts out and retching in pain, soon she was clutching her
stomach and coiling in pain as if she’d been hit with the
cruciatus; her perspiring body reminded him of the time when he had
administered the counter-spell that was supposed to cure her. His
stomach tightened with dread as he saw her puke blood over the sink
and part of her clothes. He closed the distance between them in a
second and was able to catch her fainting body before she hit the
floor.

Her
trembling body was changing back and forth in a matter of seconds
making her look like a blinking shining ball that was draining her
feverish body of any colour.
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