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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: I am sorry about the lateness of this update. Due to a death in the family and then the loss of an internet connection, I haven't been around. Sorry! This contains some stuff I was unprepared for. Hopefully, it worked, As always the full moon date is correct by lunar calendar for the year. Also, avoidance is the soul of discretion.)
Hermione had ignored his edict that day and immediately changed her store hours, opening earlier so that she could close earlier. She started owling certain customers whenever she had something of interest so that they could set a time to peruse whatever she had on offer, usually traveling to their homes for their comfort. These things shifted the nature of her business and before long, she was able to hire a clerk for the times that she would be unavailable. With all of these fluctuations, she managed to avoid the blond who drove her to drink for another month and a half.
He found her on October 14th, the day after the full moon.
She had just left Theo and Ginny's estate (Theo had been searching for a treatise on Runic translation written in the early 14th century) and was on her way to the Selwyn property when she felt someone's gaze practically assaulting her person. Her right hand shook just a bit and her wand dropped from her sleeve holster into those grasping fingers, even before she thought it through. There was no way for her to make the journey any faster; the two properties were only divided by a small stretch of land and apparating would be useless. So, she sped up....and was grasped just before she stepped foot onto the long drive that led to Selwyn Lodge.
With no conscious thought, she whipped to her left with her wand aimed directly before her, tip pointed between the first and second ribs of her capturer. A low growling chuckle greeted her maneuver and it was only then that she realized that she'd been found by Draco.
"What do you want," she spat out, her voice cold.
"I've told you not to run. You did exactly the opposite. So I did what was necessary," he voiced his smooth reply, words like satin.
"It was needful to scare me?"
"No, but you ran. Whose fault is that? It took almost a month to figure out just how you had changed your business model and then another few weeks to find an appropriate venue for discourse. Theo was kind enough to allow me to wait outside his property line, once I found out (from Blaise, no less!) that you were meeting with him, today. Alas, the Selwyn's aren't at home right now. An emergency, don't you know." He smirked at her but his eyes never broke from her face nor did his hand release her wrist. "Since you've nothing to do, right now, I think it's time we finished our conversation."
Hermione rolled her eyes and dropped her wand. "I don't care what you think, Malfoy. You can't just hound me into doing whatever you want. The days of me agreeing to listen before you explain the reasons why ended a long time ago...."
He shook his head, a slow left to right. "No. They didn't. You just chose to ignore what we had and ran off like a child. You didn't want to hear me when I tried to explain. However, I am tired of waiting for you to get your head out of your ass so we ARE doing this, today."
Hermione huffed a sigh and stomped one small foot. "I don't understand what the issue is, Malfoy! It's over. You moved on quickly enough, why won't you allow me to do the same?"
He frowned, his thin mobile lips drawn down in consternation. "I did not move on. Fucking isn't the same as loving and you know it. Wolves mate for life, Hermione, or did you forget that? Do you honestly believe that this tie is one-sided? That you are free to move on with someone else as long as I still draw breath? There IS no one else, not for you and not for me unless..." He jerked her closer, wrapped his arm around her waist which placed her wand down at her side and then he Apparated them away.
The couple appeared just outside the gates of Malfoy Manor.
"Come on, mother would like to see you." His words were low, husky. "After, you and I are going to talk."
Hermione drew in a shaky breath, her gaze flitting over the slightly different shape of the large manor home before her. "I've not been here since that night. Your mum and I meet at my apartment or the book shop when we get together..."
Draco nodded. "I know but as I am sure you've noticed, the Manor has been torn down and rebuilt in some places. We destroyed that wing, had the keystones and other bits cleansed and then put it back together in a different fashion. The manor is no longer the same. Stop making excuses and come on."
Long minutes later, Hermione was seated across from the woman who had slowly come to take up a corner of her heart marked as "Mother".
"Hermione, I am sorry that Draco acted in such a rash way. He is usually too tired the day after a full moon to be so impetuous," the elegant blonde exclaimed. "I don't know why he has been so...Slytherin lately."
The €razzled young woman grinned and shrugged. "Probably because I won't talk to him?"
Narcissa nodded. "Likely but the question then becomes why. Why won't you?"
Hermione dropped her gaze, as her slender fingers skittered over the soft folds of her dress robes. "Because I don't want him to change my mind, Cissa."
Narcissa sighed in return. "You and I both know that this isn't going to go away. He doesn't want anyone else. Do you think I haven't tried to turn his head? I understand that you want space, that you need to get back to an even keel but he...he only knows that he needs you. He knew it long before Pansy wormed her way into this house. He knows it now." She paused. Blinked. Took a sip of tea. "Tell me, do you still have dreams about him?"
A slender hand rose to tug on a loose curl as Hermione pondered her answer. Finally, "Yes. At least once a month for the past three years, usually on a night of the full moon. His wolf is always so sad...."
The stately blonde nodded. "He has dreamt of you since you and your friends went on the run. Just because you never allowed the mate mark to be given doesn't change the fact that you are still bonded, both of you. The acceptance of the binding jewelry only proved it."
"Yes," Hermione shuddered lightly, "But the cuff was removed before I left. It should be over. He slept with other people. I've done the same...well not other PEOPLE but you know what I mean. If that bond was true neither of us would have been able to do so....and he did it far more than I." She shrugged. "That just proves the bond isn't there, at least to me."
Narcissa only stared at the young woman for long unblinking moments. "Engaging in sexual intercourse elsewhere does not lessen a bond. In fact, it usually works in reverse if the mark has not been accepted. Each person touched, who is not the mate, only causes more stress to those who should be bound. I believed that you would understand that. Besides, Draco hasn't been with another woman since last August."
Draco chose that moment to saunter into the small parlor, the pallor of his skin the only sign of his discomfort. "Thank you, mother. I think you've covered everything I would have, very concisely." He turned to gaze at the woman he'd chosen almost four years ago. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like for us to continue this conversation outside."
Hermione pushed herself up from the comfort of her chair and bent to give Narcissa a quick embrace before she turned her attention to the tall male who waited just beside the door. "Fine, Malfoy. Let's go."
With a smile, he motioned her forward and then fell into step behind. She turned to the right, toward the main entrance, but his hand on her shoulder caused her to pause. "No. I just meant away from my mother. Come on..." That long-fingered hand then drifted to her nape even as he turned her around so that she was facing the foot of the large staircase which led up to the second floor. "We will be going to my wing. I have an office suite there...."
She didn't argue, what would have been the point?
Ten minutes later, she was seated in a comfortable wingback chair and he had settled upon a love seat nearby. "Look," he began, "What mother said is true, to a point. Being with other women did not change my attachment to you. Once I figured it out, I researched the impact of the bond and how to permanently break it. After all, it hasn't been sealed." A low sigh as he raked silken platinum tendrils away from his face. "I don't want to. No part of me wants to but if that is what you desire then I will abide by your decision."
Silence, deep and penetrating.
Hermione shifted, her stomach in knots. "You'll let me go?"
"If that is what you decide. It would probably make it easier...and I could fulfill my duty to the Malfoy line, at least. You know, pureblood heir, blah blah blah."
Warm amber closed against a stabbing pain. "Is that what you wish?"
She heard him shift, felt his warmth by her knee, his hand on her upper thigh. "No, but this, this panting after you, needing you, wanting you...it isn't working. I can't maintain a broken bond and I am quite certain that you will not allow me to finish it properly...so what else is there? If I ever loved you, I should be willing to give you what you say you want, right?"
She nodded and hitched in a breath. "And if I say I don't wish to end the bond? Then what?"
Long fingers tipped her chin upward so that cool gray met dark amber. "Then we settle the bond tonight. No more waiting. No arguing. One way or the other, it ends now."
A nod, a shift, a sob. "Give me a few minutes to think please."
Draco stood up and glanced down at her. "Stay here. Think. Once you've come to a decision, call for Tot. He'll come to get me."
He then turned and stalked away.
Thinking about it was difficult. Reminiscing on their shared history, on the things they'd survived together, the depths of their shared pain and emotional connection, the way she'd felt the past two years. It ached, soul-deep, a sticking sort of pain like a dagger through the ribs. Was that because of a bond that hadn't been allowed to deepen, to finish? Had she caused this by being so....hard headed? She didn't want to believe it.
Yet...
She had missed him. Missed him the moment she left him behind, missed him while she was on the run, missed him all the fucking time to the point of pain. She understood, almost implicitly, that he shared the same sort of pain but he had dealt with it in his own way; through drink or women or work...in excess. Draco had been young, younger than her, and at the first bump in their love story, she'd turned tail. He hadn't...she had.
Illogical.
Did she fear her choice being taken away? Yes. She did. She had contemplated testing the boundaries, though she had never told anyone. She wanted to see if what she felt would still remain if she slept with someone else, first. She hadn't acted on that wish but that didn't mean she had remained emotionally available to him, not at all. In fact, looked at in that light, she'd begun their separation long before Parkinson ever stepped in and she didn't even have the excuse of drink to fall back on. If she would have gotten as far in her planning, she would have done it methodically, just to see the results. The pain wouldn't have hit her until much, much later.
What to do?
Well, she'd spent almost three years running, both before and after the war. She'd gone as far as she could go and had finally given in to her body's urges....to the detriment of herself and her chosen partner. (No man ever wants to sleep with a woman who then devolves into a puddle of tears...Charlie was no different.) Still, nothing had changed. She knew it, had comprehended her own stupidity on her first day back in England. These months spent running meant nothing.
She was a coward.
So, "Tot?"
"Yes, Miss," an immediate answer from her left.
"Could you please get Draco for me?"
The small being nodded and poofed away.
Draco had joined his mother in the conservatory, his mind finally calm for the first time in months, no years. No matter what the small woman upstairs decided, he would finally get some peace. He acknowledged that her wanting the bond to be completely severed would hurt but he also knew that it would only ache for a little while. Narcissa watched him carefully, noted the easing of the lines around his mouth and eyes but said not a word.
"Master Draco. The Miss asked for you...." The words were hushed even as large eyes met his gaze.
Draco nodded and turned his gaze toward his mother. "I will see you for dinner, either alone or with her."
She allowed a tender smile to grace her features. "Which would you prefer?"
He sighed, rose from his seat and turned away. "That's easy, mother. Whatever she decides."
Meanwhile, Hermione had risen from her seat and was pacing the length of his office and the small seating area beyond it. Was she scared? Yes, she was terrified. However, her mind was set. She would tell him the truth about everything, her reluctance...and then she would allow him to finish the mate mark. She loved him, even now, probably a deeper sort of love than when they were in school and being without him...hurt. So, she'd fess up and give him a chance to do...whatever.
The large door opened and he...stepped in and closed it behind him with a small thump.
"Well?"
She paused. "Um, I want to finish the bond...as it was just as much my fault as it was yours that we didn't do it two years ago. I used your mistake as a way to avoid you. Hell, I had even contemplated cheating myself, just to see if the bond would remain the same! You at least had the excuse of drinking and the loss of control, I wouldn't have. I would have done it with a clear conscience, to see the result. You just beat me to it, I guess. It hurt my pride." She glared at the rug between her small feet.
He made not a sound, did not move to close the space between them, nothing. Finally, she glanced up and caught his expression, a cold, blank mask.
"So..." she drew out the syllable, making it a question but he still didn't shift toward her. Hermione swallowed against the rising panic. Had she caused him more pain by being honest?
"Who was it," he growled quietly. "Who would you have chosen? Who did you choose?"
"I-I didn't plan that far. I never made mention of it to anyone. I just...shut you out instead. As for the question I think you are trying to ask...it happened while I was in Romania with Charlie...um Charlie Weasley."
He took a step forward...and then another one, his long legs eating up the distance between them. "Did it help, did it make you feel any different?"
She shook her head. "No, but I am sure you know that, don't you?"
He halted just before her, his stormy gaze mirrored in his no longer blank expression. "Have you eaten?"
"No. Haven't had time."
"Well, you'll join mother and me, then you will need to get some clothes. You won't be leaving tonight. You can go to work from here..." None of this needed a response, these were statements, not questions.
However, she thought to inform him of a slight change. "I no longer work Mondays...well not at the store. It's usually my day off unless I have to meet with a collector."
"Then get three outfits. You'll need something appropriate for dinner tomorrow night as you won't be leaving then, either."
She could only nod, even as he moved to the rather ornate desk on the opposite side of the large room. With a whisper, a small drawer popped open and a box was revealed. "Come here," he snapped.
She knew what it was even as she joined him. She knew what he wanted but she didn't allow that to stop her. Instead, when he pulled out her wrist cuff she extended her arm silently and waited for him to put it back in place. The cuff slipped on, shrank down and remained. He glanced at her then, his gray eyes a smoldering silver.
"I will never remove this again so do not ask...."
She nodded and whispered, "I know."
Dinner that night was...tense. Narcissa tried to set the young woman at ease but there was no comfort to be enjoyed, especially when Hermione chanced a glance at the man seated across from her. He studied her, watched her as if she were prey, made her nervous to the point of bad manners. Finally, even the blonde had had enough.
"Draco! Stop it this instant! You are making this exceedingly uncomfortable!"
The young man blinked, settled back, dropped his gaze. "I apologize mother. I just...can't seem to help it."
She sighed, placed one slender hand on top of his clenched fist. "She's here, Draco. Obviously, that is what she chose. Let's just enjoy this time. You will be alone soon enough."
By eight PM dinner was cleared and Hermione was ready to bolt. She thought that he would allow her to go home and return on her own but that was not to be the case. Instead, he gripped her hand and drew her back toward his wing. "Call for Maudie and tell her what you need. I find that I don't want you out of my sight and I am too keyed up to leave right now."
So, that is what she did...and almost as soon as the little elf had come and gone from the suite which made up his private rooms, Draco had turned his attention to her. His words were rough, harsh. "Undress, now."
Hermione blinked at him. "Just like that?"
He nodded, stiffly. "Yes. I need to see you and I don't trust myself not to rip your things..."
"Okay, Draco."
It took her almost no time at all (at least in her estimation) and soon she stood before him in nothing beyond a pair of lace boy shorts in emerald green which proved a gentle contrast to the golden hue of her skin. She did not meet his gaze though. Instead, she stared at her toes and tried to calm her racing heart.
Draco, however, could not stop his eyes from drinking her in. She was more toned than she had been in school, her stomach taut and lightly muscled, her arms and legs the same. Her hips curved outward just a little bit more. Her breasts sat high on her chest with nipples drawn into tight little buds. The scars were slightly faded but he could still see the word, the bites, the claw marks and those things only enhanced what she presented. He rose from his seat and sauntered closer, his hands immediately rising to grip her hips.
She glanced up and was caught in his gaze.
"You are still so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with some unspoken emotion. "I had thought I'd forgotten or gave you attributes you never really had." He paused and stepped back. "Take out your hair."
Hermione's hands rose to the pull out the many bobby pins that held her hair in place, the whole of it soon falling toward her waist in a mess of curls as soon as the last pin was gone. Slender fingers combed through it, getting stuck in places as she tried to control the bedraggled mass. She heard his laughter but never opened her eyes, instead, she chose to concentrate on feeling...semi-normal.
He stopped her motion with a kiss. Firm. Decidedly hungry. Hot. And she felt herself relax into him, melted into his heat like candle wax under a flame. She could feel his hands in her hair, the grip of one as it twined through her curls and drew her closer, ever closer, tilting her head back as his tongue made short work of her inhibitions. He stopped when she grew dizzy and it was only then that she noticed he was fully nude, his heavy jut of flesh weeping pearls of clear fluid from the tip.
The hand at the top of her butt swept down, long fingers tugging at the lace, words the merest sound. "Either you take them off or I will."
Her gaze flew to those stormy gray orbs.
(AN 2: See what I mean? I had no intention for the mate bond to be broken...but Draco screwed me over with his damned research. Oddly enough, I thought it would have been Hermione who found the information but she was too busy trying to avoid the whole damned thing. I will be cleaning up the next chapter tomorrow, I think. Leave me a review please?)
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