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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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Draco’s heart slammed in his chest and the breath was knocked from his lungs when he saw Rebecca’s teeth pierce Hermione’s throat. A small trickle of blood ran down her pale skin and he cried out a deep, bellowing cry. He grabbed his wand and raised it to Avada the wolf, but he felt warning pulse in his veins.
“Draco,” Harry called cautiously. “It’s still Rebecca.”
Draco shook his head and tried to ignore the hot tears that gathered in his eyes.
“It’s Hermione!” he yelled. Harry moved to place himself between Draco and the girls.
“She won’t forgive you if you kill a student. You know that. Now help me get John.”
Draco craned his head to see John convulsing under Fera’s teeth. He closed his eyes and let Hermione’s essence swirl around his mind before taking a large step towards the student on the ground. Fera swished her tail quickly and the hair on her back stood up as Draco moved closer to John. Harry came up behind Draco and together, they approached the she-wolf.
“We chose, Fera,” Harry beseeched. “Let him go.”
She began to loosen her bite when Draco felt sharp pain around his neck and turned back to Hermione. Rebecca’s teeth buried further into Hermione and tears were running down her face. The sharp teeth sunk another millimeter and Hermione’s crimson blood steadily streamed onto the mud and twigs below her. Draco couldn’t look away from her; horror and sorrow pounded in his heart. She closed her eyes and he felt the panic subside as her love chased away the dread.
Harry was yelling out for Healers as Fera began to back away from John, and Draco’s world blurred as the tears in his eyes poured out. He sunk to his knees and cried, hoarse and desperate. Movement from the sky drew his eyes upward and he spotted Luna and Neville hurdling towards them on brooms. A bright red jet shot from Neville’s wand and Fera whimpered and slumped into the ground. Another spell blasted Rebecca into the air, away from Hermione. Still paralyzed, Draco stared at the sight unfolding around him.
Ginny ran toward Hermione and dropped to her knees, murmuring incantations as purple streams flowed from her wand onto Hermione’s neck. Luna landed near John and began to mimic Ginny, healing John bit by bit. He looked to the right and saw the Aurors surrounding Fera, sending several more stunning and binding spells at her. As soon as she was subdued, they Apparated away with her in their possession. Draco finally gathered enough sense to move and he crawled over to the steadily increasing group of Healers surrounding Hermione. He found a crack to peak between their legs and immediately wretched on someone’s shoes. Her skin was gray and sallow, and there was a coating of thick blood around her neck and chest. Her lips were pale and blue- and then his vision turned to black as the coppery smell of her blood wafted through his nose.
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Soft, warm lips worked their way down his face, dropping two kisses on his closed eyelids, then one down the bridge of his nose. They landed on his lips next, and he could not, for the life of him, remember what to do. The lips moved away and he felt very alone. Then, like an answer from the gods, he was surrounded by the scent of fresh apples and vanilla as soft hair tickled his chin. A soft, feminine body brushed up against his and a beautiful voice began to whisper in his ear.
“Draco,” it said. “Draco, wake up. Please, Draco. Please.”
It sounded desperate but his eyes wouldn’t open despite his overwhelming urge to obey the sweet voice.
“It’s Hermione, Draco. I’m so worried about you. Please wake up. I don’t know what I’ll do without you, you stubborn git. Your mother is here and she’s staring at me now, so please just wake up.”
“He’s smiling!” the voice yelled out. “Ginny! Come here! He’s smiling!”
The clicking of heels on wooden floor echoed through Draco’s ears and the comforting smell retreated for a moment.
“Hermione, he’s frowning now. Do you think he can sense my presence? He never was a fan of us Weasleys,” another voice piped up.
“Don’t take it personally, dear,” an older voice said. “I blame Lucius for that.”
The fresh scent came back and a soft, delicate finger traced his bottom lip. He really wanted to taste it; would it taste as sweet as it smelled?
“Ah! He licked me! Draco Malfoy, if you don’t wake up this moment, I will never speak to you again!”
“Are you scolding your unconscious boyfriend, Hermione?” a deeper, masculine voice asked with laughter.
“Ron, you shut up,” his favorite voice responded. “He’s responding to me! I know he can hear me.”
A small hand wrapped around his and he yearned for more.
“He squeezed my hand!” Then a just a second later, those warm lips brushed against his ear. “Draco, if you wake up, I will fuck you senseless every day for the foreseeable future.”
His eyes snapped open and he took in the woman hovering above him. Her chocolate eyes and strawberry lips made him hungry and Draco leaned up to plant a long kiss on her mouth. His tongue tickled her lips and she opened her mouth while clutching tightly at his hospital gown. He freed his hands from the blanket and clutched her waist, pulling her closer to his body. She moaned softly and it vibrated against his tongue.
“Oh my,” the older voice said.
“Yeah, they do that,” the man joked and began to pull gently at the woman entwined in Draco’s arms. “Come on, Hermione. His mum is right here.”
That seemed to shake her aware enough to pull back and look down affectionately at the man below her.
“Hermione,” he whispered. “You’re okay.”
“I am,” she said with a smile. “Thanks to you.”
Draco furrowed his brow as Padma walked over to him.
“The hairpin saved her,” she said and adjusted the wand in her pocket. “When she was bit, it began to channel your life force to sustain her. All the blood she lost was magically replenished with your own. Fascinating process, really, but unfortunately it left you a bit worse for wear.”
He sat up and took in the scene around him. His mother was perched delicately on a chair, while two of the Weasleys were watching him. Hermione was sitting on the side of his bed and his hand was still grasping her securely. Neville was asleep on the hospital bed next to him, limbs tangled with Luna’s, who was wearing a beautiful new ring on her left hand. Draco gave a faint smile and his mother raised a single eyebrow at him. With a slight shrug he looked back to Hermione. Her skin was back to its peachy glow and there were only a few scars on each side of her throat. He longed to kiss each one, but thought twice when his mother cleared her throat.
“Now that I see you are well and in capable hands,” she began, “I will take my leave. Draco, please come to dinner as soon as you are well enough.” She paused for a moment. “And bring Hermione.”
With a swish of her cloak, she left the group. Ron also excused himself to search for Harry.
“So what’s my prognosis, Healer Potter?” Draco asked Ginny with a smirk.
“Your body is well enough, Mister Malfoy,” Ginny replied. “But you need to restore your life force.”
“My life force? And how would I do that?”
“Well, there are several ways, but I’ll leave you with the most successful method.” Ginny stopped with a dramatic pause. “Sex.”
“Sex?” Hermione echoed.
“Indeed. Sex is magic, is it not? When two people come together and share their magic in such a powerful way, life force flows from one to the other. This exchange of magical energy balances the soul. I suggest you do it as soon as possible, lest more of Malfoy’s energy slip away.”
Ginny raised her eyebrows meaningfully at Hermione and gently woke Neville and Luna.
“Draco!” Luna exclaimed when she saw him awake. “It’s so good to see you up.”
With a sharp nod of Ginny’s head, the couple scurried out of the room. Padma and Ginny followed them, and before closing the door, Ginny popped her head back in.
“I’ll ward it,” she said. “And silence it.”
With a final wink at her friend, Ginny’s red head disappeared from sight.
“Well,” Draco said and pulled off his hospital gown. “You heard the good Healer.”
Hermione laughed and unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. She stood before Draco in only white, lacy knickers and his mouth went dry. Hermione climbed on top of him, straddling him on the hospital bed.
“Indeed, Mister Malfoy,” she purred and leaned in to kiss him. He grabbed the back of her head and held her close to him. His other hand skimmed down her body to rub gently at her center and she grinded down against his hand. Their mouths battled for dominance, tongues twining and lips pulling. Draco surrendered to work his way down to her chest, leaving nipping kisses as he went. Hermione moaned deeply with his mouth closed around her nipple, while his hand continued to rub at her pussy. Her wetness began to seep through the fabric of her knickers so she muttered a Vanishing spell and they disappeared. Draco immediately pushed two fingers inside of her and she keened in pleasure. The combination of his mouth on her breast and his fingers inside of her was making her dizzy and she pushed him down by the shoulders.
Draco looked up at her with a surprised look on his handsome face. She leaned forward to kiss him again, but he deftly switched their positions so he was hovering above her body. Hermione smiled and hooked a leg around his waist. Draco groaned when her slick pussy rubbed against his cock and he began to trace her clit lightly with the tip.
“Draco,” she moaned. “Please.”
With a slight arch of her back, she rubbed her hard nipples against his chest and he let out a long, deep growl.
“Please what, Hermione?” he asked in a strangled, raspy voice.
She groaned and hauled his hips closer to her own, so they were pressed firmly together.
“Fuck me,” she whimpered. “Please, Draco. Now.”
With a jolt of his hips, Draco slammed into Hermione. She mewled and writhed under him, adjusting to the sudden intrusion. She bit her bottom lip when he repeated the action, surrounding himself in her wet heat again. Her tongue danced around his ear and down his neck and he groaned again, thrusting into her rhythmically. Hermione gave a great, sobbing breath and dragged her sharp fingernails down his back. The pleasure-pain caused Draco to grunt and he pumped harder into her.
He moved her leg from his waist to his shoulder and supported himself on his knees as he pounded into her. Draco kissed the inside of her foot and licked a long stroke across her ankle. With his free hand, he rubbed gently at her swollen clit and Hermione gasped. She tilted her hips up, meeting Draco’s thrusts, and felt the wire in her core begin to coil tightly.
“Oh god,” she cried, egging Draco on. She repeated his name like a breathy mantra and with one final flick of her swollen bud, the wire snapped. She screamed out, digging her nails into Draco’s forearms. Her back arched off the bed, giving Draco a perfect vision of her breasts before he succumbed to the clenching, throbbing pleasure of her pussy around his cock. They drowned in their combustion, riding the waves of their ecstasy until Draco fell forward against Hermione.
“Do you think you’ve got all your life force back?” she murmured, still slightly drunk from pleasure.
Draco grunted in response and she raked her nails through his sweaty hair.
“Personally, I don’t think you do. I know I’m no expert, but perhaps another go with really solidify our magical energy,” Hermione lectured in her best professor’s voice.
Draco laughed against the crook of her neck where his face was buried.
“I think you’re right,” he agreed and sucked at her pulse point, feeling her heart beat rapidly beneath his tongue.
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Ron bounced the happy, giggling baby Adelaide in his lap and waiting for Hermione to return to her flat. He, Lavender, Harry, Ginny, Neville and Luna were all sitting around her dining table taking bets on how long the couple would be occupied in the hospital wing before returning to the apartment. They came through the door after an hour and a half (Luna won) and Hermione greeted all her friends. Draco gave a curt nod to Ron and Harry, but gave Neville a solid pat on the back and a placed a polite kiss on Luna’s cheek.
They all settled around the table and discussed the Longbottom-Lovegood wedding. Luna wanted to get married in a garden, surrounded by blooming flowers. Her only wish was for her wedding party to wear radish crowns to keep away the Nargles. Everyone laughed and agreed, while Neville remained mum. When Draco got up to get a drink, Neville followed him into the kitchen.
“Longbottom, is there a reason you’re stalking me?” Draco asked and narrowed his eyes.
Neville cleared his throat nervously.
“I was wondering if you would be one of my groomsmen, maybe? I know we don’t know each other that well but I do consider you a friend, and surely Luna will want you there, and I know Hermione will be a bridesmaid and I think it would just be nice…” he trailed off and took a deep breath.
Draco mulled over the idea. He was unsure when he became a member of this little group, but as long as he got to have Hermione, he didn’t really care either way.
“Sure, Longbottom. I’d be honored,” Draco said with a small nod.
When the two men returned to the table, the ladies were bent over Lavender, who was sketching various dresses. Ron and Harry took turns making faces at Adelaide, trying to keep themselves and the baby occupied. Draco looked over at Hermione, who was busy explaining something about the different shades of white, and sat down to join the men.
After a half an hour of designing and planning, Hermione looked up to find Draco and Adelaide engaged in conversation. She was babbling at him and he responded by telling her the many rules of Quidditch and how Slytherin’s house team was always better than Gryffindor’s. Ron and Harry were drifting off to sleep and Neville was reading, so Draco had free reign of the baby. He bounced her a little too hard describing how a seeker catches the snitch and she spit up all down his crisp, black oxford. Hermione widened her eyes and prepared for the worse, but she heard Draco console Adelaide.
“Well, that’s just how it goes with a baby, now isn’t it?” he mumbled gently and wiped her mouth with his thumb. He conjured a warm, wet rag to clean her then Vanished the mess down his shirt. “Back to new, Addie. Have no fear, for I am a Malfoy and Malfoys are never messy. My mother taught my cleansing spells before I even got my Hogwarts letter. Absolutely batty, she is. I’m sure Hermione will be much more sensible.”
Her eyebrows shot up into her hairline and a giddy smile spread across her mouth. She nudged Ginny and nodded in Draco’s direction. Ginny looked over and rolled her eyes at Hermione’s expression.
“Surely you can’t have baby fever, Hermione,” Ginny said quietly, as thought she didn’t want to interrupt Draco and Adelaide’s very serious conversation.
“No, no of course not,” Hermione replied. “But it’s sweet, isn’t it?”
Ginny nodded and sent a small paper airplane to poke Harry in the face to wake him up. He startled and fell off his chair and the room erupted in laughter. Hermione couldn’t take her eyes of Draco as he glared at the ruckus. He sent up a small silencing spell so the laughter wouldn’t disturb Adelaide, who was now snuggled against his chest in a deep sleep. Hermione stood up and walked over to Draco. He looked up at her and she snuck a quick kiss on his lips. He smiled into the kiss and used his spare hand to pull her back for more. Another paper airplane hit the side of Hermione’s head and she reared to see the annoyed face of Ron Weasley. She cancelled Draco’s silencing spell so she could hear him.
“Oy, you two! Bloody menaces, with your lips always attached. It’s honestly a wonder Hermione isn’t knocked up yet.”
Lavender and Ginny both smacked him on the arms and he shot a bewildered look to Harry.
“Don’t look at me, mate,” Harry said with a chuckle. “You upset the women, and now you must pay.”
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Much later that evening, Draco and Hermione were laying in Hermione’s bed, drinking in each other’s touch and presence.
“What happened to the wolves?” Draco asked.
“Fera is in Ministry custody,” Hermione responded and cuddled up closer to him. “Rebecca is in the hospital wing with Bryony, in a magically-induced coma. Padma was able to force her back into her human body, but we won’t know how to counteract Fera’s spell until she’s interrogated. It could be a while.”
“And John?”
“Fine. He wasn’t badly hurt, after all. I think he’s in the same wing as the girls, but he wasn’t bitten or anything.”
Draco allowed a calm silence to flow between them before asking what he had been dreading since he saw Rebecca’s long canines snap at Hermione’s throat.
“And you’re not… bitten?”
Hermione sat up and looked at him.
“No one told you?”
Draco shook his head and began to sweat as anxiety wracked him.
“We had sex,” Hermione murmured, her face drawn in a frown. “We had sex and you didn’t know if I was a werewolf or not.”
“Right…” Draco breathed slowly.
“Oh!” She laughed at the look of panic on his face. “I’m not! I’m sorry! I was just surprised. You didn’t ask me before we shagged.”
“I would have shagged the life out of you regardless. You were alive; that’s all I cared about. This-” he gestured between the two of them, “would just be infinitely more difficult if you were a werewolf.”
“Harder than a Malfoy and a Muggleborn?”
Draco scoffed at her. “I think we’re doing just fine.”
Hermione smiled and kissed him sweetly.
“I do too.”
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