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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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It soon became clear that Ron had no real clue about the process of childbirth. After the group rushed to the hospital, they were greeted by Molly. She informed them that Lavender had just gone into labor. Ginny went in to the labor room to say hello, while the others made themselves comfortable in the waiting room.
When Ginny came out from the room an hour later, she stood in the doorway and glared at Hermione, who was resting her head on Draco’s shoulder and reading a book. His head was leaned back against the wall and his eyes were closed.
Ginny began to twirl her wand in her hand with a calculating look. Harry recognized this look immediately as her patented “I am going to make you suffer” face.
“Hermione,” he whispered.
She looked up at him and he nodded his head toward the seething redhead. Hermione patted the seat next to her and placed her book on her lap. Ginny stormed over and plopped down rather violently.
“So you’re dating the Ferret?”
At this, Draco opened one eye and rolled his head to the side to watch the women.
“No,” Hermione responded and his eyes snapped open.
“No?” Ginny furrowed her brow at this.
“Not really, at least. I mean, we haven’t gone on a single date. We’ve been a little busy.”
Ginny narrowed her eyes again.
“Semantics, Hermione. You’re together. You’re with Malfoy, the Death Eater Ferret. And you didn’t tell me!”
“Gin, we’ve had a lot on our plate! I’ve been tending to baby werewolves and researching dangerous magical creatures. Draco and I just kind of… happened. And for the love of Merlin, please stop calling him a ferret!”
Draco opened his mouth to say something, but Harry threw a ball of crumpled hospital pamphlet at him. The two witches were silently staring at each other until Ginny bit her bottom lip and asked, “Is he good to you?”
Hermione nodded and gave her friend a broad smile. Ginny sighed in acceptance and looked over at Draco.
“I’ll kill you if you ever make her cry, you know.”
“You and Neville,” Draco retorted.
“And me and Ron,” Harry piped up.
Ginny got up to sit by her husband, but her teeth stayed sunken in her lip until she nodded to herself and spoke again.
“Is he really a Slytherin Sex God?” she asked Hermione and ignored Harry’s pretend-vomiting.
Hermione turned as red as the signature Weasley hair.
“Ginny!” she scolded.
“I need details! Come on, Hermione. Satisfy my curiosity! I’ll tell you about Harry!”
“I don’t want to know about Harry!” Hermione cried.
“Just tell me this,” Ginny bargained. “Does he leave you satisfied?” She wagged her eyebrows at the word “satisfied.”
Hermione rubbed her temples while Draco’s eyes bounced between Ginny and Hermione like he was watching a tennis match.
“Yes, Gin. Now can we drop this?”
Draco puffed his chest out and smirked.
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By noon, the waiting room was full of Weasleys. There was a tall Weasley with an earring, a buff Weasley with tattoos, and a Weasley Draco remembered from school for his pranks. He decided not to learn their names, instead referring to them by their physical characteristics. Hermione kept smacking him and repeating their names slowly, like she was speaking to a particularly stupid child. Mother Weasley had come up to Draco a little earlier and tried to give him a hug. It ended with Hermione balled over in laughter and tears running down Harry’s face. Draco realized the best course of action was to sit quietly and not draw attention to himself while he watched Hermione chatter away with Father Weasley about Muggle technology. The tattooed one settled into the seat next to him, and after a nodded greeting, they ignored each other. He was quickly becoming Draco’s favorite Weasley.
A solid hour passed of observing inter-Weasley communication when a little blonde girl got off Earring’s lap and headed straight for Draco.
“Hello,” she stuck her hand out for him to shake. It looked ridiculous swallowed up by his much larger hand.
“Hi,” he responded carefully.
“I’m Victoire. My dad says I should call you Uncle Draco.”
The color drained from Draco’s face as the prankster Weasley bellowed in laughter and collected a galleon from Earring.
“How about just Draco?” Hermione intervened. She glared and mouthed “hilarious” at the two across from her and patted Draco’s knee lovingly.
“Alright, Draco. So why are you here? You aren’t in my family.”
“Thank Merlin for that,” Draco mumbled and Hermione tightened her grip on Draco’s knee painfully.
“Draco is with me, Victoire,” she told the girl.
“Is he your husband?”
“No,” Hermione answered.
“Why not? Doesn’t he love you? He looks at you like he loves you.”
Hermione glanced at George, who shook his head and shrugged, not taking credit for this one.
“And how do you know what that looks like?” Hermione asked.
“You’re so silly Aunt Hermione. It’s the way Daddy looks at Mamá, and the way Grandpa Arthur looks at Grandma Molly, and Uncle Harry looks at Auntie Ginny. But they’re all married. If you’re in love, you have to get married. So Unc-, I mean Draco, why aren’t you married to Aunt Hermione?”
“It’s only been a month!” Draco exclaimed, feeling very unnerved by this young child. Victoire continued on, not seeing his panic.
“Grandma Molly says there are two types of love. There’s one that you know right away, and there’s one that sneaks up on you. She says the second one is the best, since that’s the one she has with Grandpa Arthur, but Auntie Ginny says the first one is better. What do you think?”
Luckily for Draco, Ron ran into the waiting room with his fists raised in the air.
“It’s a girl!” he yelled and the entire room erupted in cheers.
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That evening, Hermione laid in Draco’s bed, curled against his side. He was reading and she was lost in her thoughts, absentmindedly drawing little spirals on Draco’s bare chest.
“What would you have told Victoire?” she finally asked.
“Hmm?”
“About the two types of love. What would you have said?”
“Oh,” he said and rested his book on the bedside table next to Hermione’s hairpin. “I don’t really know, to be honest. It’s never really something I’ve thought about. I always assumed my parents would arrange a match with a pureblooded witch from a prominent family. There wasn’t room for love in that scenario. When I left, my mother gave up on finding me a perfect mate. My Father is in Azkaban so there’s no pressure on me to hurry up and marry anymore. What about you?”
Hermione met his gaze thoughtfully.
“As a little girl, I was taught about the first type of love- the kind where you meet a stranger’s eyes from across a room and you just know. But once I stopped believing in fairytales, I sort of chucked that idea away as nonsense.”
Draco nodded and wrapped his arm tightly around her back.
“I think most love is what Molly described,” Hermione continued. “It just pulls you in until one day you realize your life just isn’t as nice without the other person in it. You crave their presence and their mind as much as their touch. That’s when you just know you’re in it deep.”
Draco leaned down and placed a tender kiss on Hermione’s soft lips. She slowly drifted off to sleep and that night, she dreamt of a precocious little girl with curly blonde hair and honey brown eyes.
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Heavy pounding roused Hermione from sleep. She shot up and looked around the room bleary-eyed to find the source of the noise. She half-fell, half-stumbled out of bed into the living room where she concluded the noise was coming from Draco’s front door. Slowly opening the door, Hermione peered out to find a very angry Pansy Parkinson.
Pansy pushed the door open and stomped into Draco’s bedroom. Hermione heard a slew of curses and bangs and she tried not to imagine the awful way Pansy had chosen to wake him up. The bedroom door banged open and Draco ran into the living room, clutching his low-slung pajama bottoms. A purple jet of light flew after him and he jumped over the couch to hide behind it. The spell hit a throw pillow which immediately sprouted wings and tried to fly away. Pansy walked out of the bedroom, wearing an expression of furious determination and sent an orange hex at the coffee table, which exploded into tiny pieces of wood that looked like matchsticks.
“Pansy!” Draco yelled. “Stop it! Damn it!” He lifted his hands in surrender and was immediately hit was an Incarcerous. Thick ropes shot from Pansy’s wand and bound Draco immobile. Pansy finally calmed down enough to say hello to Hermione.
“Sorry about this,” she waved at Draco, who was struggling to get out of the ropes and screaming obscenities. She shot a Silencio at him. “I find that men listen better when they’re unable to talk back. Do you have any tea?”
Hermione nodded in shock and moved to the kitchen to put the kettle on. When she regained the ability to form thoughts, she called out to Pansy.
“You know this isn’t his fault, Pansy. We’ve been working for a month trying to figure out what’s going on. Would you like milk in your tea?”
“Yes, please. And I know that. I know it’s not his fault or your fault except the batty she-wolf who lives in the Forbidden Forest. But sometimes you need to throw a hex or two or you’ll drown in your own misery. Surely you know what that’s like, Hermione. Not even you are perfect.”
Hermione recalled the little birds she set on Ron during her sixth year and found herself agreeing with Pansy.
“How long are you going to leave him like that?” she asked.
Pansy waved off her question and took the teacup from Hermione’s hands. She sat daintily on the couch and sipped her tea. Hermione looked between Pansy and Draco, unsure of what to do. His eyes were glowing silver in rage, but Pansy’s casual manner unsettled Hermione. She decided she could handle Draco’s wrath; she was certainly familiar with it- and if worst came to worst, she would just jump him and snog him silly. Pansy was a loose cannon with a fierce temper- best to let her win this round. With that decision made, Hermione joined Pansy on the couch.
“Tell me about Bryony,” Pansy said.
“Well, she was found by her boyfriend-“
“Boyfriend?” Pansy looked surprised. “Mum made her break up with her last boyfriend. He was some towheaded Ravenclaw Muggleborn.” Hermione cocked an eyebrow at that. “Not that I care about that rubbish anymore, mind you, but you know the older generations. They’re hard to reform.”
Hermione tried not to let her mind wander too far into her and Draco’s potential future and the inevitability of meeting Narcissa, should she and Draco continue down that path.
“So she was found by a boyfriend,” Pansy prompted.
“Yes, and she’s been in a coma ever since. I have a working theory that the bite implores the new werewolves to obey the one who infected them. Of course, this is completely untested, since this is the only time we’ve seen such behavior, but it’s a possibility. I think the magic is getting stronger, too. Rebecca didn’t have that connection to her Alpha, if you will, immediately like Bryony did.”
Draco made a strangled groan and Pansy rolled her eyes and flicked her wand at him. The ropes around his arms and legs unraveled, but he was still silenced. He stretched out and hobbled back to his bedroom before shooting the witches an ominous glare.
Hermione stood up and moved toward the door.
“I should go check on him,” she said and Pansy nodded.
“I’m staying at the Three Broomsticks. Send me a message the second you learn something new. I know I was a right bitch to you in school, but Bryony is a sweet girl. Please help her,” Pansy begged.
“Of course. She could be Voldemort’s little sister and I would still do my damndest to save her.”
“For once I’m grateful for that ridiculous Gryffindor nobility,” Pansy commented and with one more wave of her wand toward the bedroom to remove the silencing charm from Draco, she showed herself out.
Hermione found Draco soaking in a hot bath a few moments later. She stood nervously at the threshold, looking down at her feet.
“Come in or get out, Granger,” he barked. “No one likes a hoverer.”
She summoned every ounce of Gryffindor courage she had and stepped in. Draco looked up at her and opened his mouth to yell at her, but she whipped off her shirt and took another step forward- and Draco forgot why he was supposed to be angry. With another step, she was peeling off her shorts and knickers. By the time she was completely nude, she was standing directly above Draco.
“Can I join you?” she asked and bit her lip in preparation for a verbal lashing that never came. Instead, Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her in the large tub. She fell gracelessly on top of him.
“Draco!” she sputtered and wiped the hair out of her face. He hauled her body to him and perched her on his lap. Hermione splashed him and laughed as his pale hair flattened down on his head. He mock-growled and flipped their positions so he was hovering above her. Draco pinned her hands on either side of her head, flat against the wall of the tub. Hermione’s laughter died in her throat when she saw the look in Draco’s grey eyes. They were swirling molten silver, intense and sensual. Her breath hitched and he lowered his head so his lips were just a hair from hers.
“I should be angry,” he murmured. “You left me tied up on the floor.”
Hermione gulped.
“I’m sorry, but Pansy is not a witch I want on my bad side.”
He narrowed his eyes and she closed the space between them to kiss him gently. Draco immediately intensified the kiss with his wandering hands and domineering tongue. Then just as quickly as it started, he pulled away and climbed out of the tub, leaving a dull ache in Hermione’s core. She allowed her eyes to wander down his taut back and firm arse before following him.
They dried off and dressed in time to visit Bryony before their first classes started. When they entered the hospital wing, they were greeted with a peculiar sight. Rebecca was curled around Bryony, her arms looped loosely around the older girl’s body. Hermione walked closer and saw that Rebecca was sleeping. She nudged the young girl’s shoulder to wake her.
“Rebecca,” she whispered. Rebecca stirred and turned to face Hermione.
“Professor Granger,” she said in a sleepy voice.
“Why are you here?” Draco asked from his place behind Hermione.
“I missed her.”
“Did you even know Bryony, Rebecca?” Hermione questioned.
“Not really, but now, it’s like I feel her in my heart. I couldn’t sleep knowing she was down here, all alone. Do you have any sisters, Professor Granger?”
“No, I don’t.”
“I didn’t. Now I do,” Rebecca told her and moved to collect her things.
When she left the infirmary, Hermione stuck her head in the office to find Padma sitting at the desk taking notes.
“I assume you heard that?” Hermione asked.
“Unusual, isn’t it? We’ve never seen that with other werewolves.”
Draco stepped behind Hermione and placed his hands on her hips.
“Padma, is it possible for this pseudo-Imperius to also include some kind of bonding aspect? It could explain the girls’ desires to please and obey their maker, as well as Rebecca’s need to be near Bryony.”
“That’s a good thought, Professor Malfoy,” Padma responded. “It’s becoming pretty clear to me that we need to find this woman.”
Hermione sighed and Draco smoothed her curls away to press a sweet kiss against her temple. Padma smiled and cocked her head at Hermione, but didn’t comment. In that moment, Hermione felt her affection for the Patil sister double.
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Hermione had a study hall period for the last class of the day. Seventh year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws sat silently studying and finishing up homework while she sat at her desk reading a book on the Unforiveables and their uses throughout wizarding history. As she started a chapter on the Imperius, a slight shiver went down her spine. Unfazed, she continued reading. A moment later, Hermione felt a gentle wave of arousal wash over her. Confused and red-faced, she looked up. Nothing was out of the ordinary, so she went back to her book. Her arousal grew as she read, until her skin was hot and a small pool of moisture collected in her knickers.
Hermione closed her book and searched around the room once more. Aside from a few boys tossing paper balls at each other, her students were studious and focused. She blinked several times to clear her mind, but when she closed her eyes, she saw Draco in her mind’s eye. Suddenly remembering she was wearing her hairpin, she chuckled quietly to herself. So he was in the mood to play, she thought and let her eyes fall shut again.
Images of her laying back on the edge of a bed, her legs spread wide danced into her consciousness. Draco appeared before her, sitting on his knees on the floor, with one leg tossed over his shoulder. His mouth was making its way up her inner thigh, with kisses, licks and small nips.
Hermione opened her eyes again to make sure all was well. It was, so she rested her head on her arms on the desk and let Draco have his way with her imagination.
His warm mouth reached her center, but instead of going where she wanted him to, he switched over to her other thigh. He placed tantalizing kisses on her sensitive skin and she squirmed under his touch. His fingernails raked down her sides and dug in slightly at her hip bones. By the time he reached her center again, she was dripping onto the bed beneath her. He blew gently against her slit and a shiver of anticipation shot through her body. Draco kissed her swollen lips then snaked his tongue out to give a quick lick at her clit. She moaned and arched her back off the bed, running her fingers through his hair. He opened her up with his mouth and gave her clit another lick, this time long and slow. He circled it with his tongue pointed, then gave a sweeping lick across the middle. When he slid a long digit into her, Hermione cried out and tightened her grip on his head. After a few pumps, he added a second finger, then a third. With a slight arch in his hand, his fingers brushed against a sensitive spot in her and she clenched down on him.
“Oh my God, Draco,” she panted and he sucked gently at her engorged nub.
“Faster, please,” she begged and he obliged. His fingers worked inside of her, rubbing her in exactly the right spot, while his delicious mouth teased her clit. Hermione began to shake as her muscles tensed, her climax looming over her. Draco continued to work her body and Hermione gasped and her eyes dropped closed when he hummed at her clit, sending vibrations through her. He bit down gently on her and with one final thrust of his hand, she came apart above him, moaning and panting while stars burst beneath her eyelids.
She opened her eyes to find everything in order so Hermione dismissed her students for the day. She collected her things when her classroom door opened. She turned to see Draco leaning against the doorframe, with the signature Malfoy smirk.
“Good class?” he asked innocently.
“Great,” she corrected and walked toward him. Hermione placed her hand gently on his chest and kissed her cheek.
“Consider it a preview,” he said into her ear and they walked to dinner smiling, hand in hand.
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