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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 was the night of the full moon and a team of professors, Aurors and Healers gathered in a meeting. Harry stood at the front of the room, with Padma to his right.
“We only have one task tonight,” Harry boomed. He stood tall and his presence calmed Hermione’s racing heartbeat. “There is a wolf out there who is making a pack. She can transform into a woman and Merlin knows what else. We know she can manipulate time and your perception. Her magic is unbridled and we don’t know if she even needs a wand to perform. Don’t give her a reason to harm you- we need her alive and willing to talk to us. If you need help, shoot up a Periculum. It will send red sparks into the sky and one of the Aurors will come get you. There will be twenty of us on brooms, monitoring the situation from above. Thirty Aurors, fifteen professors and ten Healers will be on the ground. Miss Patil will stay with me; if you need her, send me your Patronus. Is that understood?”
The room murmured in assent and Harry dismissed them. Hermione opted for Muggle clothing that night, in case she needed a quick getaway. Her jeans were tucked into hiking boots and her black leather jacket fit snugly against her. She pulled at her sleeves and searched the crowd for a familiar, blond head.
“Looking for someone?” he drawled from behind her.
“Yes, actually. Tall, blond, sarcastic, likes to sneak up behind people?” Hermione answered and turned around. “Ready for tonight?”
Draco shrugged and tightened the wand holster on his forearm.
“I can’t say I’m fond of wandering into the Forbidden Forest after nightfall. I don’t have the Gryffindor-running-into-a-burning-building urge that you idiots do,” he said with a playful smirk.
They walked out to the tree line and with one last look back at the castle, they trudged into to darkness. The forest was damp and chilly, and Hermione was infinitely grateful for her warm leather jacket. The dead branches crunched underneath her boots as she hiked deeper into the woods, carefully avoiding boulders and what she was pretty sure was Mimbulus mimbletonia. Eventually she and Draco reached the ravine where they first encountered the she-wolf and they continued walking in careful silence.
After several more minutes, they came upon the shack that Harry showed them earlier that month. Hermione walked up to the window, despite Draco grabbing at her arm to stop her. She blew gently on the dirty windows and wiped a spot clear with the sleeve of her jacket. She peered inside and found it exactly the same as before, with a few blankets strewn about and a fire pit in the center of the room.
“Hermione,” Draco whispered, with a slight strain in his voice. “Don’t be a bloody fool. You’re just asking for trou-”
Before he could finish his sentence, a deep and ferocious growl sounded from inside the shack. Hermione took a quick step back, tripping on a branch and falling backwards on her rear. As Draco took a step forward to help her up, a large black figure leaped through the window, shattering the glass around Hermione. Standing in between the two was a large, black wolf with glowing amber eyes. It bared its teeth at Draco, who tried to take another step towards Hermione. She had swung herself around to face him and was attempting to stand up without cutting herself on the glass shards surrounding her. The moment Draco raised his wand to blast the wolf, the air around them shifted and swirled. Wind and leaves whipped around the wolf, hiding it from their sight. When it stopped, a woman stood between them.
She was odd-looking, with long black hair and the same amber eyes. Her skin was white and unblemished, and she had a long, pointed nose and pale, bloodless lips. She had a black tunic wrapped around her body and no shoes on her feet. The woman turned and gave Hermione a smile that chilled her to the bone.
“Hermione Granger,” she said in a strange, disembodied voice. “The forest speaks fondly of you.”
Hermione blinked in response and the woman walked towards her. Draco tried to step in between them, but with a small wave of her hand, the woman pushed him back. He tried to walk forward again, but was stopped like there was an invisible wall between him and the women.
“We just want to talk to you,” Hermione said, slowly standing to her full height.
“Maybe you do,” the woman responded. “But this one has other things on his mind.” She waved again at Draco and he doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach. Hermione felt his anger and momentarily cursed the pin she wore tucked in her braid. She took a calming breath and began.
“Do you have a name?”
“The centaurs call me Fera,” the pale woman responded with a slight narrowing of her eyes.
“Fera, we’re professors at the school outside of the forest and we’re having a bit of a problem. Could you help us?” Hermione said in her most diplomatic voice. Draco tried to move again, but Fera shot a threatening look over her shoulder. He groaned and fell to his knees and Draco’s pain started to pulse in Hermione’s body. She fought the urge to cry out and continued her speech. She opted for innocence, remembering the old Muggle adage about flies and honey.
“There are two girls in the school who have bitten by a werewolf. One of them, a sixteen-year-old named Bryony, is experiencing disturbing side effects, and we want to help her. Her family is worried for her, as you can imagine, and we thought one of the inhabitants of the forest could help.”
“Side effects?”
“Yes,” Hermione acknowledged with a nod. “But it is my colleague, Professor Malfoy, who knows about them. Perhaps if you released your spell from him, he would explain everything to you.”
Draco was on his hands and knees on the forest floor, with sweat beaded across his forehead and his breath gasped and pained. With one final appraising look towards Hermione, Fera waved her hand at him. Relief thrummed in Hermione, but she wasn’t sure if it was Draco’s or her own.
“Speak,” Fera commanded. After a few more heavy breaths, he obeyed.
“Bryony has been afflicted with some kind of compulsion spell. She feels the need to return to the forest.”
“Why don’t you let her, then?” Fera asked.
“Because she’s just a girl,” Hermione said. “She has a life, a family and friends who love her. She’s a witch, and she belongs in the wizarding world.”
At this, Fera looked fiercely at Hermione and her hair began to crackle with static.
“A world consumed by war and death? Where people and creatures are deemed less important by the ever-changing whims of the powers-that-be? To me, it sounds as though Bryony and Rebecca were given a gift. They were given power, and love, and a place to thrive- not that wizarding school where children are tortured and murdered.”
“We didn’t mention Rebecca,” Draco rasped. “Let’s cut the bullshit. We know you’re the one biting the students and you need to stop. Release them from the spells and we can all go on our merry way.”
Hermione cringed as Fera flung Draco into the air. He hit a tree with a sickening thunk and slid down, unconscious. Sharp pain shot up Hermione’s back and she closed her eyes to focus her mind at the task at hand.
“Fera, the war is over. Our world isn’t like that anymore,” she implored. “I know you think you’re saving them, but the girls need to be in our world. Please, let them go.”
Before Fera could respond, a silver eagle burst from Draco’s wand and flew up into the sky. Fera swung herself around, shoved her hand forward and reeled it back as the air from Draco’s lungs was forced out. Black spots danced in Hermione’s vision as she fell down, gasping and choking as her own lungs struggled to gain air. Moments before her consciousness left her, she saw Draco crawl a few feet towards her, then slump onto the ground in a heap.
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Soft, soothing music tinkled in her ears as bright sunlight shone through her eyelids. The air was warm and comforting, and the smell of tea and biscuits floated into her nose. Hermione’s eyes fluttered open to see a pair of bright emerald eyes staring back at her.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Harry said with a smile. She heard faint grumbling and swearing from her right and immediately turned to see Draco struggling with his sheets, trying to get out of bed. He fell with a thud on the hard, wood floor and Hermione tried to stifle her laughter.
“He’s been awake for a few hours now,” Harry supplied with a long sigh. “Right pain in the arse, he is. Kept bugging Ginny and me to give you an Invigoration Draught. Neville finally came in and told him that your body needed rest and that his nagging wasn’t going to wake you any sooner. It settled him down a bit, but then you started to move around in your sleep and he kept trying to leap out of bed to get to you. Bloody git.”
“Shut up, Potter,” Draco growled and sat on the edge of Hermione’s bed.
“Your Patronus isn’t a ferret,” she said then laid back to snuggle into the warm bed. He raised an eyebrow at her.
“No… it’s a Crowned Eagle. Regal, powerful, intelligent,” he began when Harry cut in.
“Aggressive, obnoxiously loud…”
Hermione shushed Harry with a look and turned back to Draco.
“How’s your back?”
“Fine, thanks to the Weaslette. I had a few broken vertebrae, but she fixed me right up. I have to admit, she’s pretty useful.”
She rolled her eyes and noticed the glittering hairpin on the table near her bed.
“I felt your pain, you know,” she said off-handedly, but both Draco and Harry’s eyes bored into her. “When Fera cursed you, I felt it. Not just your emotions, but the physical pain as well.”
“That explains the sleep,” Harry muttered. “Padma will want to hear about that.”
Hermione nodded and reached to the cup of tea Harry has holding.
After a long, deep drink, she asked, “Did you catch her?”
Harry shook his head. “She was gone when I got to you.”
“She thinks she’s saving them.”
“Malfoy told us. I have an idea, but perhaps you should rest before I fill you in.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
“Harry, you tell me your plan right now.”
“Told you,” Draco said and hopped off the bed. “I’m going back to safety.” He walked back to his bed.
“We’re going to set a trap.”
“With an Auror?” she asked.
Harry’s long silence and Draco’s too-innocent whistling caused Hermione’s mind to whirl.
“Harry James Potter, tell me you’re going to use an Auror.”
“Look, Hermione. We had a volunteer. It’s not like we’re going to force anyone to do this. And he’s of age, so legally, this is okay.”
“Legally! What about morally? A student isn’t bait, Harry!” She looked over at Draco. “Did you tell him this was a terrible idea?”
“I told him you would hate it,” he replied slowly. “But I think he’s right.”
Hermione’s jaw dropped.
“And what does the Headmistress say?”
“She agrees with us. Hermione, it’s the only way. Fera will be cautious and suspicious. An Auror is too obvious,” Harry tried to convince his stubborn friend.
Hermione shook her head and rolled onto her side, facing away from the two men in her life who were going to drive her to an early grave. Harry sighed and left her to stew, but as soon as he left the room, Draco moved back to her bed. He stretched out against her backside and breathed in her scent. Draco kissed her neck and Hermione harrumphed.
“How long are you going to be cross with me?”
“Forever.”
“I admire your commitment,” he laughed and kissed her again and again, moving from the nape of her neck to the hollow spot behind her ear. When he gave her a little nip, she turned around to face him.
“I can’t believe you agree with Harry,” she lamented.
“I know. The world is coming to an end.” He kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose. Draco moved down to hover above her lips and ran his hand down her face, moving to gently hold her by the chin. He pulled her in and gave her a soft, pillowy kiss.
“I’m still mad at you,” Hermione whispered when Draco released her lips.
“I know,” he said and leaned in again. He pulled her body firmly against his by her hips and reached down to grab at her bum. Hermione giggled into his mouth and wrapped her leg around him, so their pelvises touched. She pushed her hands up against his stomach and chest to loop around his neck, then flipped them over so she was on top of his long body. Draco’s hands burned at her skin underneath her hospital gown as he rubbed her thighs and she pulled him up to take off his cotton shirt. A voice broke them out of their lust-induced haze.
“Not that I’m not curious to see if you’ll actually shag in the hospital wing, but I really need to check Hermione,” Ginny said with a slight laugh in her voice. Hermione sat up, still straddling Draco and smiled at her friend. “Plus, Malfoy really should be resting his back.”
“I’m fine, Gin. I swear. Can you wait like fifteen minutes?”
“Fifteen?” Ginny asked with an unimpressed look at Draco.
“Maybe thirty,” he amended.
She was about to leave them be when Padma bustled into the room with a large stack of books hovering behind her.
“Tough luck, Malfoy,” Ginny teased and walked over to the couple. Padma looked up and blushed.
“Harry sent me!” she exclaimed and looked down at the ground.
With a slight groan from Draco, Hermione rolled off him and sat up against the pillows.
“It’s fine, Padma. What do you need?”
“Harry said you were uneasy about the trap, but I wanted to tell you about some of the protection spells I’ve been working on. He won’t get hurt, I promise you,” she said.
“Who is it?” Hermione asked.
“Bryony’s boyfriend, the Muggleborn kid she isn’t actually allowed to date,” Draco answered with a slight shrug. “Maybe he’s hoping to win over the Parkinson matriarch.”
“That’s a terrible reason to do this, Draco!” she cried and got off the bed. He sighed and rested his head, with one arm flung over his eyes.
“Hermione,” Padma said in a slow, soothing voice. “They’ve already decided. I could really use your help with this last step, but I understand if you’d rather not…”
Draco gave a slight smirk at Padma’s cunning. Appealing to both Hermione’s need to be involved and also her scholastic spirit was brilliant.
“Fine,” Hermione sighed and plopped herself down cross-legged on the foot of the bed. “What can I do to help you?”
“I actually want to use that hairpin,” Padma said with a point of her finger towards to runic accessory. “I think I can copy the protection runes onto John’s skin and give my spells an extra boost. Would you mind?”
Hermione shrugged and Accioed the pin over to Padma.
“Just keep it safe,” she said. “I’ve grown rather fond of it.”
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A few hours later, Draco and Hermione were in a similar position, but in Hermione’s bed instead of the hospital bed. Draco’s hands grasped her hips firmly as their tongues tangled in a deep kiss. Hermione began to slither down his body, kissing down his firm chest. She veered to the right and kissed his nipple, gently pulling at it with her teeth. He shuddered under her and she repeated her action on the other side. Hermione headed downward again, placing wet, warm kissed down his stomach. When she reached his belly button, she dipped her tongue in it, while her hands quickly undid his pants.
Draco let out a soft hiss when the cool air hit his cock. He did it again when Hermione trailed her warm tongue up his shaft and flicked gently at the slit where a small bead of pre-cum gathered. She engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked gently, while her small hand wrapped around him and began to pump. Her other hand softly rolled his sac and he dropped his head back and groaned. Hermione’s mouth followed her hand as she sunk down Draco’s cock, and when she reached as far down as she could, she hollowed her cheeks and looked up at him. He made another strangled groan and his eyes swirled darkly with lust.
“Hermione,” he growled in a raspy voice, trying to stop her before he reached the point of no return. Instead of slowing down, she hummed and sent vibrations through his cock. He tangled his hands in her thick hair and she sped her pace.
Draco watched as her red, swollen lips pumped up and down, saliva gathered at the corners of her mouth. She dragged her fingernails down his taut abdominal muscles and then softly down the insides of his thighs. His breath was coming out ragged, as his heady lust thrummed through his body. When she lowered herself down again, she swallowed, causing her soft throat to constrict on the swollen tip of his cock. After a few more pumps, he was slowly unraveling, his hand gripped tightly in her hair and his hips thrusting into her mouth.
“I’m close,” he grunted out.
Hermione flattened her tongue against the underside of his shaft and sucked a little harder. He cried out and his warm seed shot in bursts into her mouth. She swallowed once more, and gave one final suck as she lifted her mouth off his flushed cock. Hermione kissed back up his stomach and he pulled her in for a long, sensual kiss. When they broke away, his eyes were heavy-lidded with exhaustion. Draco tried to move down her body to return the favor, but she dragged him back up.
“Ginny said to rest your back.”
“But-”
Hermione silenced him with another kiss, and then curled into his body for a long, dreamless night’s sleep.
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