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Daylight	By : pepperdoc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“I think that’s about it,” Draco was just finishing saying. He took the final bite of the sandwich Luis had given him.
“So you weren’t unconscious?” Benjamin asked, confusion written across his face.
“No, who told you that?” Draco asked with a half- laugh.
The Lieutenant muttered something which might have been a curse at his partner’s error, but he said it too low for Hermione to hear clearly. “So who was he?” Hermione asked.
Draco shrugged and looked at Benjamin. The Lieutenant answered in his stead, “We don’t know. There’s an identification potion, but it’s only used for comparison. He’s not speaking. We have no leads on who he is or what his relationship is to Rowle.”
“Well, what if we went to question them?” Hermione asked quietly.
“What do you mean?” Draco asked. He sounded disturbed by the notion.
She turned to look at him full in the face, “Remember when Rowle was on the floor in your office? He was still and not too reactive. Then when I walked over to have a closer look at his face, he started screaming and trying to wriggle away. The Auror told me it was strange how responsive he was to my presence.”
“Yeah,” The Lieutenant added, “And ever since he’s been in custody, he’s been nearly comatose. Nothing comes out of his mouth. I wonder if this other guy is the same. It’s not needed though. We have more than enough evidence to lock them up without knowing their reasons for the attacks.”
Draco frowned. “The Lieutenant is right you know. We don’t have to know why they did it.”
Hermione smiled thinly, “But how can you live not knowing the reasons for someone to try to kill us? I can’t.”
Rose cleared her throat. “And there’s something else.” Her voice was thin, and she looked worried when everyone looked at her. “Well, we don’t know that there’s only the two. I mean, Hermione figured out that there was another person Rowle had to be working with, but it was too late. He was already attacking. What if there is someone we don’t know about?”
Draco rubbed his face where there had been a long scratch earlier. “Can we arrange that Benny?”
“I’ll contact my superiors and see what they want to do. Monday the school reopens?”
“Yes. So I need to speak to them today if possible.” Hermione cleared her throat and Draco added with a small smile at her, “And Granger, too I suppose.”
Benjamin stood and bid them a pleasant morning before exiting the cafeteria to contact his bosses. Hermione looked at Draco again and realized there was a part of the story she was missing, “Draco. Where’s Anthony?” She asked worriedly.
Draco scoffed, “Please. He heard I was going to live and shot back upstairs to his stable just because he has a thunderbird in his care,” He rolled his eyes.
Rose looked incredulous, “A thunderbird? For real?”
“That’s what he said. Go ask him if you’re so inclined, milady.” Draco answered, sarcasm dripping from his words.
“Oh, calm down. A thunderbird is a rare creature! There were sightings close to San Antonio just last year! Plus, if you piss one off they are said to shoot lightning from their eyes!” She put her knuckles over her eyes, and wiggled her fingers, demonstrating what it would look like to shoot lightning from her eyes. “How cool is that? I want to see it!” Rose said quickly in her excitement as she was standing.
“Oh, don’t let my near death experience be of any consequence to your intellectual pursuits, Rose.” Draco said dryly.
Rose looked at him angrily and answered in an icy tone, “I won’t, seeing as how you never even lost consciousness. Near death experience, my ass. You’re fine, as I can see from your inner asshole coming out. Have a pleasant day, you prick.” She walked away without a look back.
Draco seemed angry and stiff while he watched her walking away. Luis was watching Draco with some concern creasing his forehead. Luis said, “Draco. Why is her interest bothering you?”
Draco rubbed his face again, looking like he was trying to figure it out for himself. “I’m not sure. I’m not very happy having such a dangerous creature on the premises. Anthony says it’s only going to be here for a few days, just long enough for him to study it briefly. I don’t want anyone getting too close to it.”
“If you’re worried she might get hurt, you might want to show it a little differently. You know how she reacts to anyone challenging her intellect. That’s why she got angry.” Luis answered in a level voice. He was looking at Draco steadily, but Hermione could feel the tension rolling off the dark skinned man in waves. He seemed to be stuck between wanting to attack Draco and wanting to run after his wife to comfort her.
“Ah, fuck. I didn’t even think of that. I better go apologize,” Draco answered gruffly. He stood and asked Hermione, “Do you want to come with me?”
Hermione looked at Luis and touched his elbow from across the table. He gave her a little smile and she told him, “You don’t need any help down here?”
Luis smiled a bit more believably and told her, “No, that’s alright. I’ll be up in a few minutes. Hell, I want to see the bird too.”
She nodded and stood next to Draco. She took his arm again and gave him a grin which he returned. He preceded her up the stairs and she took his arm again at the top.
“I was only trying to be funny.” Draco said quietly. “Sometimes Rose is very sensitive about her brain. Have you noticed that?”
“Yes. She told me earlier the reasons for it.” Hermione answered in a low voice.
He smiled thinly. “She’s a hard person wrapped in thousands of layers of protections against her past. I don’t think it’s a bad thing, but…” He looked off in the distance as they exited the Mission into the warm sunlight. “Sometimes it’s hard to remember everything that will set her off. Luis is such a great compliment for her.”
“I agree. They are so mad about one another. It’s a beautiful thing,” Hermione said with a smile.
“Why Granger, are you secretly a romantic?”
“I think every girl is at some level,” She answered with a blush.
“A romantic who wants her man to tie her up in the privacy of their bedroom, such a contrasting set of ideals.” He commented sarcastically with a smirk.
She grinned, “Problem with either one?”
He leaned over and kissed her on the top of her head, “Never. They match with my own ideals.”
“Yeah?” She asked, hoping he would elaborate.
He stopped her and pulled her against him as he leaned against the wall of the Mission. His arms were wrapped around her waist and he tucked her head under his chin as he told her, “Indeed. My perfect date is a candlelit dinner, maybe some dancing and wine and soft music in the background.” He roughly grabbed her hair and tilted her head so she had to look up at him, “Then when I get the girl alone in the bedroom, tie her up and use my belt to my heart’s content. I should think she would never stop coming back for more, but alas, she only wants to talk of late. She backs away from my affections. What is a man to do?”
Hermione’s nipples were hard and she knew she was done for already. Why would she have wanted to deny him? Now she had no choice but celibacy for a week. How would she survive his random flare ups? He was waiting for her to respond and his face was still so tense in waiting for her answer. “Draco, it’s not you.”
His eyes hardened and he looked truly angry, “I have the best night of my life with you and you’re willing to throw it away already?”
“What?” She was so confused. What the hell was he talking about? Then it suddenly dawned on her what he must think. He was releasing her hair and was about to push her away from him, ready for her to break up with him. “No, Draco.” She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down to her. She kissed him gently and his tense response confirmed that he believed she was going to tell him she was leaving, regardless of what she had meant. “Draco, listen to me.” She whispered against his lips.
He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away from him. “You want it to be over, just tell me. I can read the signs.” She was shocked to hear his voice crack as he said the last word. When she looked up at him, he had tears welling up in his eyes, but his chin was raised in defiance.
“I do not want it to be over.” She said forcefully. He stopped moving, she thought he looked so still he might have even stopped breathing and merely looked at her, confused. She continued, “I like you a lot. Stop thinking I’m trying to end it- just because of my damn monthly.” She snapped.
He blinked and looked at her steadily. “What?”
“Merlin Draco, who the hell would ever deny you? Seriously, you may be an arrogant, conceited prat, but when it comes to what has happened between us, you have every right to be.” His eyebrow raised and she saw him starting to regain his natural confidence in both his stance and his expression. “I’ve been backing away because of my cycle. That’s it. It would be cruel for me to tease you, isn’t that what you said? So I haven’t been, and here you are thinking I’m going to end it.” She shook her head.
He sighed. “I sound like Rose right now don’t I? Jumping to conclusions.”
“Indeed you do. Weren’t you going to apologize to her?” She answered.
He pulled her back towards him and kissed her chastely with his hands on her shoulders. “You’re right of course. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.”
He pulled her around the corner with more of a bounce in his step. Maybe he had been irritated because he perceived her actions as a precursor to her breaking up with him. He was acting mildly childish in her opinion, but she could understand his reaction. She had been putting a lot of space between them over the last few days, but unintentionally. This was just another step toward understanding each other, she reasoned.
There was a loud clap of thunder and they heard Rose laughing as it rolled over the valley. Hermione met Draco’s silvery eyes and with a grin he started to pull her into a run to get to the entrance to the stable. She found herself laughing as she chased after him and eager to see this creature for herself.
Thunderbirds, she knew, were called by another name in her own country, but for some strange reason had little control over the weather as their American cousins were reported to. But Rocs, the cousin to the thunderbird, had been extinct for a few hundred years, with no reported sightings anywhere in Europe in nearly a century. Even the Wizarding community had nearly forgotten them in the generations since the last sighting.
The only reason Hermione knew anything about them was because of an Artifact Dispute she had mitigated a few years before where the owner of a Roc fossilized egg had demanded a higher price after the deal had been completed. Evidence showed in that case that the Wizard actually had a Thunderbird egg and the sale had been dropped, leaving the Wizard with a worthless egg and her fees for the two days of arguing she had heard.
The stable door was open and she focused on what she would soon see behind it. She heard Rose laugh again and they could smell ozone. Anthony was saying something and then they heard the rich tones of a man’s voice with a heavy accent, which they did not recognize. Luis was coming from the other side of the building and dusting off his hands when the stranger’s voice had escaped the open door. Luis’ head tilted to the side and he looked at Draco, puzzled.
Draco dropped her hand and touched his wand as he peeked around the corner of the door. He looked back at them, seemed about to say something, frowned, and turned back to the scene inside the stable. Then he did the same thing again. On the third time, Hermione decided that she wanted to see for herself, so she rolled her eyes and shoved Draco lightly out of the way.
Stepping into the shaded interior from the outside left her temporarily blinded as her pupils readjusted. Neither Rose nor Anthony said anything to her, and neither did the stranger. They were laughing about something.
Her eyes readjusted and she was met with the image of a tall brown skinned man wearing naught but a feathered headdress attached to a feathered cloak in many colors and a pair of dark brown leather underwear. He was amazingly handsome, so much so that her breath caught in her throat. He was holding Rose’s hand in his own and stroking along the inner line of her forearm, in a similar manner to how Draco had when they were pretending to have a discussion to avoid looking at Rowle in his Anthony suit. He was whispering something to her through his full lips and looking down at her blushing face with adoration written all over his face. He had not noticed Hermione, nor Luis and Draco’s entrance to the stable.
Luis’ face darkened in rage and he growled out, “Primrose,” While his fists clenched.
Rose looked over at him and her eyes seemed to clear as she looked at him. “Hi, Honey,” She said, sounding like she had never uttered the words before. She sounded like she was half-asleep to Hermione.
The tall man squared his shoulders defensively and clutched Rose’s arm closer to him, Hermione could see the indentations of his fingers in her soft flesh. “Has this man some claim on my woman?” He asked in his strangely accented baritone.
“Your woman?” Luis asked, prickling in anger.
Rose tried to remove her hand from the man to go speak to her husband, but the tall man refused to release her. When she looked at him again, she seemed to come back under his spell and relaxed next to him. When she looked mildly over at Luis, she re-tensed and tried to get away from him.
Anthony answered, “She’s come under his spell, Luis. This is the Thunderbird, in his human form, Cow-ah-cha-ini.” He pronounced each syllable carefully. “He is not going to hurt her,” He said, attempting to soothe the shorter man. “Are you Cow-ah-cha-ini?” Hermione had absolutely no idea what the name meant, only that it was amazing to hear. She wondered about how it would sound coming out of her mouth, in the ecstasy of orgasm.
His voice, she realized as he answered Anthony, was as amazing to hear as his name, “Never will I harm such a creature. She is made of ice and fire and belongs with me in the heavens above this land.”
“But, Cow-ah-cha-ini, she is married already to this man,” Anthony continued, still sounding amused.
The Thunderbird looked between Rose and Luis, and suddenly released Rose’s arm. “I have not come to take what is yours, my brother.” Suddenly, Hermione felt herself regarding the Thunderbird as a specimen, rather than a hunky guy who was barely clad in front of her. “We have ways to make women make families with us. It has been too long since I have had sons and daughters to laugh with,” He finished, puffing his chest out as he finished. “I shall pray you know that joy soon with your exotic bride.”
“When they have your sons and daughters, are they Thunderbirds as well?” Hermione asked.
The man regarded her for a moment, his eyes piercing and unblinking. She was reminded of an owl as he looked at her face and then her body. He examined her slowly and a smile started to form on his face as he did so. She felt as though the clothing she was wearing was too much and wanted to remove them so he might examine her better. With that thought, the room seemed to heat up and she felt like she might be blushing.
He blinked his large storm-grey eyes and there was a clap of thunder, she found herself half-fainted in the stranger’s arms and laughing, happier than she had ever been in her life. This stranger, she knew, would give her many strong children and care for her for the rest of her life. The primal part of her being started taking over, and she left her Hermione mask behind as she explored being a woman, and a woman only.
He was holding her easily in one arm and gently brushing back her air with the other, caressing her with his voice, “Woman who is made of the moon’s love and honey dropped from the god’s own pot. Your voice is like the coolest water upon my heated brow. Shall I take you away from these people and love you for all time? I care not if you are on your moon’s blood, when her time comes to smile on you again, you shall not have to accept her blessings. For mine shall be deep within you and a son growing in this smooth belly.”
Draco cleared his throat when the bird paused for breath again, “Cow-ah-cha-ini, she is my woman.” He said in a patient voice.
The bird nuzzled to her neck and smelled at the area where Draco had recently been resting his lips. He stood her back up and steadied her while his magic was removing itself from around her. “I have not come to take what is yours, my friend.”
Hermione felt awkward. She would have loved to be a woman with no name, only descriptions of her beauty for the rest of her life. Was it his magic, or was it what she really wanted? She was unsure if she would ever find out which it was. Although, she wondered if it might be the basis of why she depended on her submissive role in order to be satisfied sexually. The thought of losing her Hermione mask for even a little while was comforting. Luis’ voice brought her back to the present and out of her musings before she could explore any further into what attracted her to the Thunderbird’s influence over her.
“Why do you call him ‘friend’ and me ‘brother’?” Luis asked, his brow creased. He was holding Rose tightly around the waist and she was rubbing his shoulder with her arm wrapped around him.
The man-shaped Thunderbird looked at Luis, unblinking for a second and then answered, “For you come of my lands and he does not. Your nose is of my fathers, your ears as well. Your people are descended from the same as I, as surely as the moon is our loving mother.”
Luis looked equally shocked and puzzled by his answer. “Did your father have a wife in Mexico?”
“Many and many over his blessed life.” The Thunderbird seemingly never blinked, and it disturbed Hermione slightly, although she could not say why.
“And are all of his sons and daughters Thunderbirds?” Luis asked, wanting an answer to Hermione’s question as well.
“Not all.” He shifted his cloak of feathers on his shoulders slightly. “I wish to fly.” He pulled the cloak over his shoulders and he seemed to hunch down and look at the ground. Hermione realized that he wasn’t hunching, but rather seemed to have transformed into his bird shape so quickly she had missed the entire thing.
He raised his bird head and the man one under his neck was gone. In its place was a white outline of his brow over his bird chest. He gave a loud shriek and they watched him walk easily out but had to duck through the door of the stables to take flight. The sun, just as suddenly, seemed to go behind a cloud and all five of them raced to see him in flight. They circled around the middle of the cracked earth which was beaten down after many years of horses and students trampling over whatever vegetation might have grown there.
The sky had gone from bright and clear to low grey clouds in the wake of the bird’s flight. A loud clap of thunder sounded again, along with a bolt of lightning. They heard his call again just before he broke from the clouds with his many colored feathers shining bright against the dark grey of the storm he created. The red feathers of his body and parts of his wings seemed aflame and the blues and yellows of the tips of his wings reminded them of the sun and clear sky poking through the shifting clouds. He was beautiful as a bird.
They stayed like that until the clouds cracked open and rain came pouring down on their upturned faces. They ran for shelter in the stable and discussed what had just happened.
Anthony told them, excitedly, “He tried to mate with both of you, why would that be? I wonder if his mating rituals are always like that? Oh I have so much to learn from him!”
Luis answered, “How would you do that? He doesn’t seem all that interested to talk.”
“He does to you, Luis,” Anthony said, seriously.
“No way. He tried to take my wife as his own!”
“And he thinks you’re his brother! He wouldn’t try to take something from his brother!”
“Why did he think you two were related? Is it possible?” Hermione asked.
“Well, I guess it is. My father’s from a pureblooded family. Their ancestry has never been tainted by European blood.” He was looking away, as though embarrassed. Hermione had a good view of his profile and noticed how the bridge of his nose and its’ shape matched the human form of the Thunderbird. It was strange, although she had seen his face for only a few moments, it seemed burned into her brain. Never had she seen someone so attractive, but she pushed his face from her mind roughly. She didn’t need to think about him anymore. At all.
Delicately, Hermione asked, “Does he have a problem with Rose, then?”
Luis’ eyes darkened in anger, “He does, but seeing as I’m the third son, he can disown me without me losing anything.”
“He didn’t!” Hermione gasped.
“He tried. My mother convinced him not to and put it in their divorce settlement that he couldn’t do it as part of their agreement.”
Hermione frowned, “I’ve never heard of something like that in a divorce decree.”
“She had her lawyer put it in, so he can’t go back on it later, something, whatever, why are we talking about me? There’s a thunderbird flying around outside!” He seemed a bit uncomfortable.
“Right,” Draco said, looking at Rose. “I nearly forgot, Rose, I’m sorry that I made you angry earlier, I didn’t mean it the way you took it.”
She looked at him and laughed, “Shit, I had forgotten why I was even mad at you.”
They laughed while Anthony was checking on the horses for a moment. Draco said, “We need to get back to find out about what Benny can do for us about interviewing the two men who attacked the Mission. Shall we?” He offered his arm to Hermione and she took it.
A/N: Ok, a bit short, but I’m so overdue (or early depending on perspective) I want to post it. Such a busy weekend! I hadn’t anticipated having to run all over town this weekend. Sorry! I’m so so sorry!
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