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Draco lounged on an uncomfortable waiting room chair, his long legs spread out before him. He watched Hermione as she paced in front of him, occasionally flipping her hair out of her face. She had been ranting for the better part of an hour and he was grateful for silence, however fleeting. Just when she appeared to have gathered her breath for another go, Harry and Ron walked out of the large, black door in front of the couple. Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and glowered at him.
“Well?” she asked, and Draco stifled the amusement that was bubbling up inside of him.
“She’s tough,” Ron admitted and took a seat next to Draco. He briefly made eye contact with Draco who raised an eyebrow in greeting.
“Did she tell you the counter-curse?” Hermione huffed, drawing the men’s attention back to her.
“Fera didn’t say a single word,” Harry said. “But Padma doesn’t think there is a counter-curse. If Fera’s magic is based on necessity, there is a chance the curse can’t be reversed.”
Hermione paled slightly and shrunk into the chair next to Draco.
“Let me talk to her,” she said with a soft and pleading voice. Her eyes bore into Harry’s and his stature softened a bit.
“Hermione, we can’t. You aren’t an Auror. You don’t even work for the Ministry! I know you’re angry about staying out here-” Draco snorted and tried to cover it up with a cough when Hermione glared at him, “-but I really can’t allow you to talk to her.”
“Not mention that she did try to kill you,” Ron said. “Talk about conflict of interest.”
“Then what do we do? If there’s no counter-curse, the curse on Bryony and Rebecca won’t stop until Fera dies.”
Draco perked up at that.
“That could be easy to arrange,” he said as the Golden Trio looked at him with wide eyes.
“Oh come off it,” he grunted. “I’m not suggesting we kill her. But there are plenty of spells and potions that mimic death, even if only for a moment. We could try it. Her momentary deathlike status could break the curse.”
Hermione let out a little squeal and leaned forward to kiss Draco. He hmphed in surprise, but smiled into the kiss when he heard Ron grumble. She pulled back slightly breathless and stood up.
“Harry, where’s Padma?” she asked.
“She’s still monitoring Fera, I think. Padma is keeping Fera human with some kind of Stasis charm. She tried to explain it to us, but…” Harry trailed off with a sheepish look.
“Well, never mind that now,” Hermione said with a wave. “Can you go fill her in? Draco and I will be in the library at Hogwarts.”
She nearly skipped to the lift and jabbed the down button so hard that Draco thought she could’ve broken a finger if it wasn’t for the adrenaline pumping through her. When Hermione looked back at him, he couldn’t do anything but sigh and follow her out.
The disembodied voice announced their arrival at the lobby and Hermione sped over to the long line of fireplaces. Draco walked in her wake, watching everyone’s eyes land on Hermione, then to him, and back to Hermione with poorly hid disgust. There was a reason he hadn’t returned to Wizarding Britain; he may have been cleared of all charges after the war, but he was still a Malfoy. Draco dragged his hand through his hair and tried to ignore the sneers.
Hermione stopped in front of an empty fireplace and grabbed some Floo powder to head back to Hogwarts. She noticed the sickened look on Draco’s face and craned her head around him. Several people were pointing at them and she could hear bits and pieces of their conversations. She furrowed her brow when the Ministry guards went for their wands, carefully watching Draco. Hermione turned to him and grasped one of his shaking hands and looked him deep in the eyes. They were stormy with anger and guilt and she moved forward into his personal space. The ministry atrium was silent as bystanders openly gawked at the couple. With a quick look to the guards, Hermione brought her lips to Draco’s, kissing him softly and sweetly. He ignored the shocked cries from their growing audience and looped his arms around her waist. She moaned quietly when he tightened his hands against her lower back and broke the kiss before it got too heated. With that, she pulled him into the fireplace and shouted “Hogwarts Headmistress’s office!”
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After three hours in the library, Draco and Hermione had two possible solutions. Hermione found the first spell in an old medical textbook. The spell, Mors Tempus, was originally used as a coma-inducing spell, but was found to be too dangerous. Hermione laughed when she read the margin; someone had commented that the spell was also used by old pureblood families to get out of marriage contracts. Draco found the second: a less volatile version of Draught of Living Death. It still put the drinker into a suspended animation, but only for a few minutes. Hermione sent off an owl to Padma to get her opinion on which of the two would be their best option. While waiting to hear back, Hermione went up to the hospital wing to check on Rebecca. Pansy was already there, brushing Bryony’s long hair.
“Hermione,” she greeted and began to plait her sister’s hair.
“We’re getting close,” Hermione said and Pansy’s schooled facial expression teetered on excitement for a moment.
“How close?”
“Close,” Draco supplied, taking a seat in between the girls’ beds.
“And what will happen when they wake up? Will they remember anything?” Pansy questioned.
“I hope not,” Hermione sighed and sat on Rebecca’s bed. “I don’t want her to remember that night.”
After a few minutes of silence, Hermione turned towards Pansy again.
“Narcissa wants to have me over for dinner and I’m terrified.”
Pansy’s calm façade broke entirely and she let out a loud, barking laugh. Her mirth sent off a chain reaction, and eventually even Draco was clutching at his sides in laughter. When they finally calmed down, Pansy spoke.
“Well, it’s about damn time. She mentioned something after tea, but I didn’t think she’d go through with it!”
“But tea was a complete disaster!” Hermione exclaimed.
“On the contrary,” Pansy said with a smirk. “Narcissa is a brilliant woman. She wanted to test you, to see if you had enough spice for Draco.”
Draco reared his head back.
“Don’t be dense, Draco,” Pansy scoffed. “Your mother knows you better than anyone. Every woman she ever suggested to you was immediately dismissed for being too boring. She caught on, and after seeing Hermione fawn over you on your sickbed, I think she accepted that Hermione is a good match for you. I expect this get-together will be much more pleasant for you, Hermione.”
Before Hermione could react, a small owl flitted in and dropped a small letter on Hermione’s lap. She quickly read Padma’s neat script before handing it to Draco. He nodded and turned to Pansy.
“Tonight,” he said and left the room.
“Well that was cryptic,” Pansy said with a dramatic roll of her eyes.
“Tonight, Padma is going to perform a spell on Fera that will render her temporarily dead. It should release the curse on your sister so we can wake her up.”
“Who will wake her up?”
“I will,” Ginny said as she strode into the room. “I’ll release the coma spell when I get word from Harry.” She held up a little heart pendant. “Protean Charm.”
Hermione nodded with a smile.
“And what if this doesn’t stop Fera’s curse?” Pansy asked, her voice tinged with worry. When neither Hermione nor Ginny responded, she sighed. “Okay, let’s hope it works.”
After a few more minutes with Ginny, Hermione left to find Draco. His odd departure left her on edge and he wasn’t in his flat. She walked over to hers to find it empty as well. Hermione picked up her hairpin and focused on Draco. His emotions were a jumbled mess of fear, guilt and insecurity. She called out to him, but only felt silence in return. Defeated, she slumped onto her couch and took out her wand. With him planted firmly in her mind, she performed a tracking spell. When Hermione saw his location, she frowned and walked quickly out the door.
She climbed up the many flights of stairs and finally arrived at the small door that let out to the deck of the Astronomy Tower. Draco was sitting on the ground, staring out at the Black Lake. A shiver went through her body so she performed a silent warming spell and sat down next to Draco. His arms were resting on the tops of his bent knees, with his feet flat on the ground. He was rubbing the faded Dark Mark, his face creased in thought.
“Draco,” Hermione said, breaking the eerie quiet. He looked at her, eyes shining with unshed tears. Hermione swallowed her words and instead rested her head on his shoulder.
“I’ve got a lot of baggage, Hermione,” he whispered and his voice was rough with emotion.
“Do you?” she asked.
“Today at the Ministry- that’s going to happen all the time. People will never forgive my family. I know my father doesn’t deserve forgiveness, but my mother and I did what we had to do to survive. Most people won’t understand that.”
She picked her head up and followed his gaze to the stars.
“Everyone says Gryffindors are brave,” she began. “And we are, to an extent. But don’t mistake our bravery for the absence of fear. We just chose to move past them and not let our fear prevent us from action. I’m scared of plenty of things: failure, loneliness. But I’ve never been scared of what other people think of me. Sure, I crave approval like everyone else… but I don’t let someone else’s notions prevent me from going after something I want.”
Draco lowered his gaze to meet hers.
“And, Draco, I want you.”
Hermione stood up and brushed her skirt. She was nearly to the door when she was flung back into the wall of the Tower. Draco’s mouth was on hers before she could say anything and his tongue began to do dizzying things to hers. He hiked her legs up to wrap around his waist and ground his impressive erection into her. Hermione let her head fall back against the wall with a moan and Draco moved down to her neck. His hands pulled at the top of her cotton tank top until the neckline sat below her breasts. With another tug, he moved the cups of her bra down so her breasts were freed. When his teeth tugged at her nipple, Hermione rolled her hips to rut against him. The angle caused her covered center to rub against the zipper of his pants, sending delicious shockwaves of friction through her body.
“Are you sure you want me?” he asked into her neck.
“What?” Hermione breathed, trying to focus her thoughts. “Yes.”
“Even after this is over?”
“When what is over?” she asked, confused and now frustrated that he stopped sucking her pulse point.
“This werewolf thing,” he said and accented the words with three bites to her neck. “What will we have when the mystery is solved and everything goes back to normal?”
“Draco,” she half-moaned, half-scoffed. “We’ll have us.”
He looked up at her, his eyes burning into hers. With a sigh of relief, his mouth crashed back down to hers with a kiss that was full of hope. Hermione quickly unzipped his pants and grasped his length in her hand, guiding it towards her pussy, now wet and ready for him. He pulled aside her knickers and pushed into her. Hermione melted into him, completely incapacitated by the jolts of pleasure that overtook her. She clenched her muscles around his cock and he cried out.
“Fuck, Hermione,” he grunted. “You feel amazing…so hot and tight.”
“Keep talking,” she groaned and closed her eyes.
“I fit inside you so perfectly. It’s like you were made just for my cock.”
Hermione gasped and shuddered when he slammed harder into her.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he continued. “I can feel you dripping all over me. Touch yourself, Hermione. I want to feel you come around me.”
With a moan, she moved her hand from his shoulder to play with her clit. Draco timed his thrusts with the movement of her fingers and she was starting to reach the edge, ready to topple over at any moment.
“Just like that,” he growled into her ear. “I want to see your face when you come for me. No one else gets to see that face- isn’t that right?”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming. His words were pushing her closer to her breaking point.
“Come,” he commanded with a deep thrust and she obeyed, falling over the edge. Her pussy began to spasm, sending ripples of bliss from her center outwards. Hermione cried out, gripping Draco’s shoulder tightly. She felt him shudder against her and he dropped his head to rest on her shoulder.
“Draco,” she murmured into his hair. “It’s nearly time.”
He slid of out her and kissed her gently before righting their clothing.
“Let’s go,” he said and grabbed a hold of her hand.
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Hermione, Draco, Ginny and Pansy stood around the girls’ beds. Harry had just sent a message through Ginny’s pendant saying that Padma was preparing to place the spell on Fera. Hermione fiddled with the hem of her shirt, while Draco stood as still as a statue next to her. Ginny made a small noise and looked at the heart in her hand.
“Let’s do it,” she said and walked over to Rebecca first. She placed the tip of her wand on Rebecca’s forehead and murmured a long incantation. Rebecca’s fingers began to twitch and the muscles in her neck flexed. When Ginny removed her wand, Rebecca sat straight up, her eyes wide open and her mouth open in a growl. Her canines were pointed and her eyes were glowing bright blue.
‘Rebecca,” Hermione said gently and walked over to the girl. “Can you hear me?”
Rebecca’s head snapped towards Hermione. The color in her eyes dulled and her teeth shrunk back to human teeth. She let out a long, heart-wrenching sob and clutched Hermione tightly.
“I’m so sorry,” Rebecca cried into Hermione’s chest. “I’m so, so sorry.”
Hermione rubbed the girl’s back soothingly and calmed her down.
“It’s not your fault, Rebecca,” she answered. “It wasn’t you.”
“As touching as this is,” Pansy’s bored voice echoed through the room. “Can we move on to Bryony now?”
Ginny narrowed her eyes and moved to the other girl. She repeated the same incantation and Bryony began to move slightly.
“Bry,” Pansy whispered. “Wake up.”
Bryony’s eyes popped open and she screamed a long, loud, blood-curdling screech. Draco threw a Silencio at her, and while her mouth remained open in a shriek, no noise came from her mouth.
“What the bloody fuck was that all about?” Draco shot at Ginny.
“She’s been in a coma for nearly a month! Give her a moment!”
Sure enough, Bryony closed her mouth and looked around at the adults surrounding her. She looked absolutely terrified until Pansy pushed forward and enveloped her in a hug. Draco removed the silencing spell, only to have the room filled with sounds of crying.
“I’ll send a message back to Harry,” Ginny muttered to herself.
When Bryony and Rebecca’s tears waned, they got out of bed to embrace each other.
“It seems they still have their bond,” Hermione said to Draco, who nodded in acknowledgement.
“Uh, guys,” Ginny’s nervous voice whispered. “They can’t wake up Fera.”
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