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Lupine Dreams	By : Wolfling1972 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11118 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, that belongs solely to JK Rowling, neither am I making money from this story. I just enjoy playing in her world

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(AN1: Shout out to chloe~ thank you for the kind words. Okay, this is a chapter that completely ignores canon but I believe the reason behind doing so is solid and fits the confines of the story. Also, angry Hermione is LIFE. That is all.)
School resumed on the 6th of January, with students returning on the fourth (the first Saturday of the month). Ron had still not spoken with Hermione, though Harry had gotten over her friendship with the two Slytherin men and had returned to being her confidante with all that entailed. In point of fact, it was Harry who drew attention to the cuff Hermione sported on her right wrist, his emerald gaze noting it one Monday morning during DADA.
"Where'd you get that?"
Hermione glanced down at her wrist before she glanced to her left at the young man beside her. "It was a gift from Draco."
"Malfoy? Why?" Harry stared at her, his voice a bit louder than usual.
Hermione hushed him with a glare and a whispered injunction. "I will tell you after class. Now can we please pay attention?"
Of course, Harry immediately turned to Ron and began whispering, only to halt the conversation when Snape stopped before their shared table. "Mister Potter, am I boring you?"
"No, professor. I was just," Harry offered.
"Just ignoring the lesson. Twenty points from Gryffindor," he all but growled, his deep voice practically vibrating. The room was torn between loud groans (Gryffindors) and snickers (Slytherins) before silence resumed. Snape then turned his back to the trio and resumed his place at the front of the class. "Now then, please turn to page 147...."
The rest of the lesson was taken up with the practical uses of wandless magic and the best way to focus on one's ability. Oddly enough, it was Draco and Harry who were the first to show some proficiency at it with Hermione coming in at third. (Of course, she expected that, as she had only received an EE on her O.W.L.S. while Harry had gotten an O. She was unsure of Draco's score but she assumed all of his training at home had honed his innate talents.)
Just before lunch, Harry caught up with Hermione in the vast confines of the library at her usual table which seemed to be completely covered with books and parchment. She informed him that she and Draco were dating and had started their relationship during Christmas break. There were many questions and interjections and Harry found it horrifying but decided that it was her choice to make, even if he didn't understand it. All had been fine until Ron made his way to them.
"I just wanted to say sorry, Hermione," he began, his voice low. "I feel awful for the way I've treated you and I want to know if you will be joining us on the next Hogsmeade weekend."
Hermione nodded before saying, " Okay, Ron. I know I've been a right bitch since you and Lavender started dating. I apologize. As for Hogsmeade, I will definitely meet up with you but I am going with Luna, Blaise, and Draco."
"Draco? He's Draco now," Ron whisper-yelled, his face puce.
"Yes. He has been since before Christmas...."
"What does that mean," Ron asked, his voice tight with rage.
"He and I are dating. The necklace and charms are from his mother. The cuff," she pulled up her sleeve to show him, "Is from Draco. We started dating during Christmas break."
"What the hell, 'Mione! Are you stupid," the words a hiss of sound.
"No, Ronald. I am not! For that matter, I could ask you the same but I haven't nor will I! Your choice in relationships is not my business and my relationship has nothing to do with you! Draco is good to me and he treats me with kindness. I had hoped that you would understand and be happy for me but I guess that is too much to ask." Hermione snapped in return, though a thread of sadness underlined every syllable.
"It is too much to ask. I can't believe you." With that, he stalked off and Harry rose to follow.
"I am sure he will calm down eventually, Hermione. Just give him time as it was in his mind to end things with Lavender once we returned to school. You should have seen what she bought him for Christmas! By the way, what's up with all the wolf things?"
"Well...um...I like them, Harry. They represent loyalty."
"And where do your loyalties lie now," he asked her, an odd intonation to his words.
"With you, as always, but now I am also loyal to Draco. I know you believe him to be a Death Eater but I can tell you for a fact that he is not. He was asked, just before school started this year, but he turned it down and was severely punished for his refusal," she stated, her tone filled with conviction. "I've been watching him since the beginning of the school year and I know he still hasn't accepted a mark."
Harry tilted his head as his emerald gaze traveled over her features. "I trust you. Maybe I won't watch the map as much...."
"Good. See you in the Great Hall for lunch."
Once her best friend departed, Hermione pulled out some parchment and penned a hurried note to Narcissa, informing Draco's mother about her conversation with Harry and Ron and asking for the woman's opinion. She also admitted that it had been some of her friends who had kept an eye out for Draco's doings but underlined the belief that she had gotten them to back off. Once she finished, the young woman packed up her things and made ready to go to lunch before sending the note off. Draco found her just before she entered the Great Hall.
"I want you to sit with me today," he stated, his eyes fixed to her face.
"Won't that cause an issue? Have you gained permission from the Headmaster?"
"I asked, he agreed. Also, we have a meeting after lunch."
She paused, her thoughts at a standstill. Finally, she queried in a soft voice, "Why? Is it about what we've discussed?"
"You'll find out after lunch. Come on."
Eating at the Slytherin table was uncomfortable, to say the least. Pansy spent the entirety glaring at the frazzled young woman while others whispered and stared. Neither Draco nor Blaise paid any attention, instead, they carried on a conversation as if the others were not even there. Theo Nott soon scooted over to join them.
"Granger, I see that you decided to give another snake a chance," he intoned, his voice serious.
Hermione dropped her head. "Well, Draco decided I didn't really have a choice," she stated quietly which caused the three young men to break into raucous laughter. She soon glared at them, her dark amber gaze squinted in anger. "Don't laugh. I may have to hex you!"
At that point, Pansy strolled over, flanked by Bulstrode and the eldest Greengrass. "Draco, why are you allowing this mudblood to sit at our table? I can smell the stench from miles away!"
Draco opened his mouth to speak but Hermione cut him off with a glare before she turned to stare at the girl. "Parkinson, I am sure what you smell is your overuse of perfume. It's pretty rancid." She paused. "Oh, excuse me. Maybe it's the pug you so resemble. I hear bitch and perfume don't mix well."
Someone choked back a laugh as Pansy grew even more irate, her face scrunched and reddened. "Mind your words, mudblood."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Can't you think of a different put-down or aren't you intelligent enough? For instance, I could call you pug-faced Parkinson, point out your lack of intelligence, belabor the issue of your jealousy. Hell, I could go on and on about your need to overdress so that others don't notice your dismal personality. I'm arrogant, not as pretty as some pureblood princesses, my hair is awful even with help and I tend to snap without thinking...but at least my putdowns have meaning. Can you say the same or is your only fall back the issue with my blood?" Here, Hermione stopped and gave the girl a slow up and down glare. "Face it, you're just pissed that I have something to offer beyond tight clothes and open legs. Though given the right opportunity, I am sure Draco could talk me into the second option."
Pansy whipped out her wand and pointed it at the young woman who sat easily between Draco and Blaise. Hermione didn't even bother to pull out her own wand, just shrugged and turned away with a light laugh. "Violence? On your best day, you could never beat me, neither physically nor intellectually. Face it, Parkinson, you are a waste of time and energy. Now, off with you. I have things to do."
The young woman in question began to shake, her body shivering in reaction. It was at that point that Professor Snape approached. "What, pray tell, are you doing Pansy?"
"Granger won't leave the table. I was just letting her know she is unwanted."
"Ah, but Draco received permission for Miss Granger to eat with him. I would really dislike taking points from my own house. Go sit down," he snapped, his bad mood evident in the bite of his words.
"You'll pay for this, mudblood," the dark-haired girl threatened, her voice a hiss.
"I'm terrified as I'm sure you can tell," Hermione snarked in return before she shifted to face the young man before her. "Theo, could you please pass me the butter?"
Soon after, lunch ended and Draco rose to his feet before helping Hermione from her seat, his hand a warm pressure against her own. "Come on. We have something to do before our next class."
Hermione frowned slightly but followed behind the tall blond as her mind whirled with questions. She absolutely loathed not knowing what was going on. However, Draco answered not a single question, only drew her along, her hand clasped tightly within his own and once the pair reached the gargoyle who guarded the entrance to the Headmaster's office, he dropped her hand and spoke the password, "Chocolate Frog Legs." The door soon opened.
"Ah, Mister Malfoy and Miss Granger, how may I help you?"
Draco spoke first. "Hermione is unaware of why I requested this meeting. I brought her along so that I wouldn't have to repeat it later."
Dumbledore nodded. "May I offer you a jelly bean?"
The duo shook their heads and a momentary silence soon descended. It was Draco who spoke first.
"Professor Snape told me that he works with you against The Dark Lord as I had questioned him after a particular conversation concerning Hermione. She is in danger and I am afraid for her, worried about them capturing her when I am unable to provide protection. I also want to make you aware of my tasks."
Dumbledore stopped him with a raised hand. "I know what they are though I am surprised that you have yet to try and kill me."
"I never planned to do so, Headmaster, though I believe that task has been given to another."
"What about the cabinet, have you finished with it?"
"No, sir. I have until the spring holiday otherwise both myself and my mother..." Here, Hermione gasped, her shock evident. Draco turned slightly to glance at her before resuming the conversation. "As I was saying, both my mother and myself will be severely punished, possibly killed, if it takes longer than that."
Dumbledore frowned as his bright blue eyes closed for a brief moment. "I was unaware of your troubles as that had not been given to me to know. Your professor only told me of the tasks, not the consequences."
Draco nodded. "I tell you of these things to offer my services to you if you can promise to remove my mother from danger."
Hermione looked at the blond, at his stone expression, the seriousness of his visage. Meanwhile, Dumbledore looked from one to the other, his eyes seeming to bore into them. Finally, he spoke. "Miss Granger, have you sent off your letter to Missus Malfoy, yet?"
"No, sir. I was going to before Charms. Why?" She asked the question but in her mind, she was seriously wondering how he knew about her correspondence.
"I would like it if you allowed me to add a postscript. I know that you make use of Samson and I feel that he would be the best owl for this task as well."
Hermione started to nod but paused to look at the blond next to her. She pitched her question to him. "Do you mind or could this cause an issue for your mum? I would hate for her to be punished."
Draco grimaced but shook his head. "No to both. That particular owl knows not to deliver your missives until my mother is alone."
Hermione breathed out a sigh of relief. "Good." Then she turned her attention to the bearded man before her. "Okay, headmaster, if Draco believes it will not cause further harm." With that, she pulled out her note and handed it over.
Dumbledore added a few sentences before tying the letter closed and handing it back. "Do not open it, Miss Granger."
"Yes, sir."
"Now then, if there is nothing else?" He trailed off, a white eyebrow lifted in query.
Draco spoke once more. "Hermione and I have been meeting in the room of requirement but I dislike doing so for reasons I am sure you understand. Is there another room that is safe for our use?"
The headmaster twinkled at them, his bright blue eyes squinting in a friendly smile. "Well Mister Malfoy, there is a set of rooms on the fourth floor behind the portrait of Bonnie Blue, and across the hall from the library entrance. It is password protected and was used ages ago for...married couples as marriages occurred much younger than now." He paused. "I see that Miss Granger is bound. Are you?"
A touch of color bloomed on Draco's cheeks but he nodded anyway. "Yes, otherwise we would not be having this conversation."
"Good. Good. As long as your grades do not suffer, I see no reason for either of you to avoid spending time together. It is almost like you are married, after all."
Hermione gave a blushing smile but ducked her head in embarrassment. "Feels like it sometimes, too."
Dumbledore returned her smile with one of his own. "By the way, have you told Harry and Ron?"
"Yes sir," she shrugged lightly. "Harry agreed to the idea of it. Ron? Not so much."
The headmaster then caught Draco's gaze with his own. "And you, Mister Malfoy?"
"My mother is aware as are Theo and Blaise. Well, I guess all of Slytherin house knows now....possibly the entire school." The blond glanced at the diminutive young woman beside him. "Does that bother you, Hermione?"
She shook her head. "People will talk. Tell me I am stupid, that you are playing with my emotions or whatever but I know differently. That is all that matters."
Finally, the pair rose, almost in tandem. "Excuse us, Headmaster," Draco murmured. "I think we should send Hermione's note off before we head to Charms."
"Very well. Enjoy the rest of your day!" With that, he waved them off and soon the pair were on their way.
The next few weeks were spent in class or together. There had been a vast outpouring of vitriolic behavior, the most serious aimed Hermione's way from her own house (not counting Neville and Harry) but the pair continued with the relationship. Eventually, by the third weekend in January (Hogsmead weekend), Hermione was spending nights in the hidden rooms (which were comprised of a sitting room, bedroom, and bathroom) and had soon gained permission to keep her things there as well. She hadn't told Draco about it, choosing to allow him to believe that everything was fine but she knew he'd find out eventually.
She just didn't want to deal with the argument that would ensue.
Maybe she should have said something, not that it mattered. Once Ron started arguing with her in The Three Broomsticks on Saturday during their trip by pointing out the fact that she never came to the tower, never spent nights there, avoided her friends like they had the plague, she had snapped.
"Fuck you, Ronald Weasley! Why should I be forced to listen to everyone's snide comments? Why should I feel bad about my relationship when it has nothing to do with anyone else? What gives you, or anyone else, the right to disrespect and disregard me? No one defends me, no one says anything beyond trying to make me feel terrible. And for what? Do you honestly believe that your words, anyone's thoughts, will stop me from doing what I want? You are beyond stupid if that's what you think, This is my life," she all but screamed, her face red with exertion and emotion.
Harry tried to interject. "Hermione, everyone is worried."
She stopped him with a glare and a hiss. "Worried? Calling me a traitor is them being worried? Bullshit Harry and you know it. I am sick of having my feelings hurt, tired of being disrespected. If I had my way, I would beg to be re-sorted! Then all of you could try and pass without me there to check your homework!" She continued, completely missing the fact that the noise level had dropped to complete silence. "I am human, Harry! Fucking human and I am so tired of people sticking their noses where they don't belong! So I don't stay in the tower? Who cares! So I am not there for you and everyone else to slander? Who fucking cares!" She started to cry. "I am done with this. Find someone else to hurt."
With that, she turned away, her eyes blinded by tears.
She should have stayed inside because as soon as she stepped out into the snow-covered village, someone had grabbed her arm and spun her around. She was met by the furious expression of one Draco Malfoy. "What the fuck, Hermione! Why didn't you tell me?"
She sniffled and dropped his gaze, her eyes darting to the left. "I didn't want you to worry. I've been staying in our rooms."
Blaise and Theo soon came to join them. "Your rooms?" Blaise questioned. "Draco if you two have a place to stay, why haven't you stayed with her?"
"Because she didn't tell me," he snapped. "That changes when we go back. After all, Snape knows."
Theo interrupted. "So your house has been giving you a hard time? Draco received a howler from dear old Lucius for his intent to dirty the line and a few of our classmates have attempted to be assholes but for the most part, Slytherins protect their own. I didn't know Gryffindors lacked that sort of loyalty."
Hermione shrugged a shoulder and whispered, "Neither did I."
The quartet spent the rest of the day together and was soon joined by Luna and (oddly enough) Ginny Weasley. Eventually, once the sun had dipped below the horizon, the six young people had returned to Hogwarts and split up, with Theo and Ginny agreeing to meet in the library the next day while Luna and Blaise wandered into the courtyard. As for Draco and Hermione? He had dropped her off at the library before he'd gone to speak to both the Headmaster and his head of house.
She knew he was on his way to share her problems with the older men and she understood that he would retrieve his things in order to stay with her. She didn't have a choice. He wouldn't allow her to stay alone. She knew that he was angry, more than angry, he was livid. Still, the idea of them sleeping together, every night, was terrifying. What if he wanted more than she could provide?
It was nearing curfew and she had just entered their rooms when one of the elves popped in, levitating his trunk behind her. "I am Noni and here to help with Master Draco's things. Excuse me."
Hermione shuddered lightly and found herself staring into the fire, her eyes focused on the flicker. As soon as the elf popped away, she heard a picture move and the door opened to show one very irritated blond male. He strode over to her, his expression grim and settled himself before he tugged her closer with one large hand.
"You should have told me, Hermione. I could have been with you instead of missing your presence at night," he stated.
Hermione only looked at him askance, her eyes wide. Finally, she swallowed and spoke. "I-I didn't want you to worry, Draco. Your temper is already tetchy." She mumbled the next statement. "Plus I was scared. We would have to share a bed and that would be odd."
"How so," he asked, his voice a low growl. "We've slept together before. You know I would never hurt you or pressure you. When that happens, you will want it, you will ask for it. Only then will I give in to what I want, okay?"
The small young woman nodded and moved to curl up on his lap. "I apologize that I've been handling it alone. I knew it would piss you off and you've enough on your shoulders without the addition of my problems. "
Draco growled his response. "You are mine. Mine to care for and protect. Don't undermine my position or my need for you to be safe. I don't like it." Strong arms enfolded her. "One day you will be marked by me when you are ready. When things have calmed, when we are safe. Until then, let me help, let me hold you, let me protect you as well as I am able."
Hermione nodded. "Okay. I'll try."
With that, he pulled her closer and then rose to his feet, carrying her as a groom would handle his bride. "We need to rest. I am taking you to bed."
What could she say? It was true.
(See so non-canon. As for the Gryffindor House response? I do believe it would be fairly accurate. Almost every time anyone has stepped outside of what The House believes, that person has been ostracized. Cases in Point: Harry as the Heir of Slytherin, Hermione's loneliness in her first year before the troll incident, Harry supposedly cheating to get into the Triwizard tournament...on and on. I also think that DM as a werewolf would be more protective of his mate, his "pack", his family. It would anger him to have harm come to any of them...)
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