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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

Chapter List
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(AN1: There is just a taste of citrus sprinkled throughout this chapter. I didn't really think it was as important as finally finishing their bond...and Draco wanted fast and rough. Thanks for your patience with me. My laptop had taken a crap and I had to redo a lot of this...)
He sounded...feral, a demand that she answered with movement, trembling fingers finding the elastic at her waist and tugging green lace down before she stepped out of the delicate fabric. The blond male quickly gripped her shoulders and turned them around, until their forms were centered in a mirror near his dresser. His words were soft then, sweet whispers.
"Do you see how we still fit? Even our scars match. Gold and light, bright and dark, cool and warm. Do you see? This is why," Here his hands traced delicate lines from her shoulders to the rise of her rear. "You could never forget me. I would never forget you. This...this right here. It's everything." He leaned down so that his breath caressed her ear lobe. "Will you regret this?"
She shook her head no.
"Will you fight this?"
Again, a short head shake.
"Will you love me?"
She nodded.
"Say it."
"I will love you," she exhaled on a sigh.
He smiled then, so bright. "Then let me love you."
One would think, given the seriousness of the situation, that time would be given to it. One would believe that the seduction would be slow, touches would be long, more words and promises would be whispered against flesh before things became visceral. However, those thoughts and beliefs would be wrong.
Draco had no more patience.
Instead, before Hermione could think, he picked her up and strode with her to his bed, allowing her to tumble gracelessly down into the soft expanse. He spoke quietly yet with a commanding air and demanded that she "Flip over, hands and knees, Hermione."
So she did.
She felt his hand upon her hip as the other caressed the warmth between spread thighs, long finger breaching her entrance with but a few thrusts before it withdrew from her depths and coasted upward to circle the hardened nubbin hidden at the top of her cleft. She shuddered, whimpered, and then stopped breathing as she felt the head of his length prod between her nether lips, once. Again. Then he slammed home and she screeched.
Somehow, one large hand ended up in her curls, twined through the heavy tresses, and tugged her head up until she acquired the proper position. The other hand wrapped around her throat, palm and fingers a hard pressure that tightened and relaxed with each and every thrust, until she felt light-headed from being unable to take a proper breath.
Then there were words, words like "Mine." and "How could you go away for so long?" and "You will not leave me again, will you?" and "No, not again." and "Yours." and "I'm sorry, so sorry..." The bed moved under the onslaught until tears were released as well as throaty moans. Somehow, the pace quickened, the thrusts grew harder, deeper, and just at the top of the arc, when both trembled on the edge of release? Teeth found the back of a supple shoulder and buried themselves there. Hermione released a long, low cry and trembled.
Then everything faded to gray...and then black.
He awakened first, his weary gaze opening against his own desires. He was soon greeted by the sight of her small form, draped over him, her head pillowed on the washboard of his stomach, her small hands blessing each of his hip bones with heat. He had NO idea how she had ended up that far down. Hell, he had no idea how they'd managed to get under a single sheet, much less in what could have been passed off as properly positioned.
With a sigh, he tugged the curly-haired minx toward the top of the bed and placed her on some pillows. His hands arranged her slim form into comfortability and paused once she smiled and gave a little yawn as her body relaxed, once more. Draco rolled from the bed at that point and moved soundlessly through the dark toward a much-needed shower. His mind whirled with the encounter he had instigated and he finally allowed himself to worry. He'd been so rough! When they were in school on the nights after the full moon, he had been able to maintain some semblance of gentility, of gentleness. What had been so different? The fact of the mark? The length of time? Her avoidance?
He didn't know and that bothered him.
Once Draco left the room, Hermione's eyes shot open and she shifted. Her body ached, hell her womb felt as if it was on fire. Actually engaging in intercourse ONCE did not mean that she'd been ready for what he'd done. True, she had been pleased before it ended but the sheer ruggedness had been unexpected. What she wanted to do was soak in a hot bath for hours....but he was in the en suite.
With no thought, she whispered, "Tot?"
"Miss?"
"Can you give me some light in here and get me something to drink, possibly a snack. I am sure your Master would like something too."
"Oh, yes, Miss. Not a problem."
A few moments later, four small hurricane lamps were lit, enhancing the room with flickers of brightness, something to chase away the shadows. Hermione sat up with a small frown and glanced around before her gaze returned to the small elf who waited, patiently. "Thank you, Tot."
"I will return shortly." He nodded, gave her a small grin, and popped away.
By the time Draco returned from his shower, Hermione was curled up on his love seat, a tray of fresh fruit and a pot of tea placed just so on the coffee table. He paused and then smiled as he noticed just what she was wearing~ his quidditch jersey which looked even more worn than the last time he'd seen it. Without thought, he moved to her side and dropped a kiss to the top of her head.
"Are you alright," he murmured, concern plainly heard in those dulcet tones.
She nodded. "Pretty sore. Having sex ONE time didn't mean I was ready for that, you know. Gods, I really want to soak in a tub; my stomach is in knots."
Draco grimaced. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I just...it's been years of wanting you and I didn't keep control very well. Hold on and I'll go start some water, add a few herbs for relaxation and healing."
She noted his look of discomfiture and placed one small hand on his knee. "I'll be fine, Draco. Though, I do hope you'll take it a little easier on me next time. I don't think I am quite up to that level of ravishment just yet."
The pair snickered and eventually- after Hermione had her soak and he had indulged his appetite and thirst- they returned to bed. With no conversation, they curled into each other, big spoon/little spoon, and moments later, they were both asleep. No dreams were had that night.
Sunlight breached the room, touched Hermione's eyes with brightness so it was with a slight groan that she moved to sit up. The motion was halted by the male who wrapped his muscular arm around her and tugged until she was back in position.
"Where you goin'?" The words were a husky grumble, sentence structure not fully there, sleepy drawl evident in every syllable.
Hermione shrugged lightly and squirmed until she could face him. Her small hand immediately found the curve of his cheek and her blunt fingernails traced his sharp cheekbone. She allowed her gaze to take him in: the lambency of his lidded gaze, the scruff on his cheeks and pointed chin, the tousled messiness of his hair. She finally smiled and answered his question. "Well, I need to use the loo."
A half grin touched his features, crinkled the corners of his eyes, and brought a dimple to his cheek. "Ah, the early morning bathroom break." He tilted slightly, his mouth brushed over hers in a teasingly chaste kiss. "Well, go on then." She had just rolled away when she heard his grumbled curse, a whisper of, "Shit!"
"What," she queried, her eyes wide.
"Two things, you've bled on the bed and we didn't cast the contraception charm," his words were gruff.
"Oh, Merlin! I am so sorry about the first thing but I take a contraceptive potion every month. We were protected." Heightened spots of color touched her rounded cheeks even as her gaze darted away from his.
"I don't care about the bleeding. Just makes me feel...fuck Hermione, I bruised you!"
She glanced down at herself and found bruises on both hips: small, like fingertip prints, however, that wasn't where his eyes were trained. "I'm fine Draco..."
"No, your throat. Looks like I tried to choke you to death and you've bite marks...." The words were dragged from him, a hint of despair easily heard.
Hermione promptly climbed back into bed, her need for the bathroom forgotten. With a sigh, she reached for him and drew him down so that his head rested on her breast. Words were breathed into his ear.
"Hey, stop it. You did nothing wrong. You didn't rape me or hurt me during...well you know. We were rough but I never told you to stop. You would have done immediately if I had, right?"
She felt him nod. "Okay then. I bruise easily, that's all, but I can guarantee most of them will be gone before the end of the day and the ones that aren't I'll conceal before work tomorrow. Anyway, I think you were still half-wolf last night. The moon was still full, you know. Just because you only shift one day out of the three doesn't change the fact that the moon lasts for all three nights." She paused. "Anyway, you were rougher than usual on those days back at Hogwarts too. The difference was we never had actual intercourse. I think the better we connect, the less feral you'll be, given time. Right now, you still have it in your mind that I might leave again, right?"
He glanced at her, gray eyes widened with shock. "I was rough with you back then, too? I never thought..." He paused. "You are probably right about your assumptions, though. I feel like I can't let you leave my sight, yet."
"I used to wake up with bruises all the time, both the day before and the day after you shifted." She smiled, her expression- soft. "I know. It's okay. So, are you going to work today? I can stay with your mum...Narcissa and I haven't had time together in the past few weeks."
He shook his head. "Not going in. Tomorrow, after you leave." A short hesitation. "What time do you have to be gone by ?"
She pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "I go in really early on Tuesdays, usually before seven, though my doors don't open until eight-thirty. Paperwork and ledger balances need to be sorted from today...."
He sighed and rolled off of her. "Okay. Go use the loo. I am going to get the sheets changed." A slight sniff. "We will be taking a shower as soon as you're done. I can still smell us...on (in?) you. It's driving me barmy."
She blushed, cherry red, and scooted off the bed before practically running to the en suite. A muffled laugh reached her ears before she ever closed the door. 'Fucker.'
The rest of the day followed that same rhythm. There were teasing and laughter, long looks and whispered words. Narcissa watched the pair, entranced by their ease with one another, and delighted when they included her in their little spats and random reminiscing. In fact, for the very first time since the war, all three felt like something had finally settled and the joy that was shared caused emotional resonances that lasted even after the couple took their leave once the evening meal was finished.
That night, when the light of the moon ghosted over the darkened room, there were only low moans, small chuckles, and murmured I love you's. Long before midnight, the pair curled together like puppies, matching smiles curving their lips upward. There was bliss and blessings...and silence.
Hermione spent every night at the Manor for the next week, only stopping by her apartment to gather clothes or make floo calls to her friends. Of course, everyone knew about her reunion with Draco and, except for Ron's random comments (more habitual than meant), everything was fine. Well, except for the fact that she was once again feeling...watched.
She mentioned it to Harry during the group's Sunday dinner, this one held at Theo and Ginny's.
"Harry? Something odd has been going on. I haven't told Draco yet because I don't want him to worry but..."
Harry's emerald gaze flew to her face. "What?"
"Well, you remember when I first came back and told you about being followed? I thought it was Draco (and it was) so I was never REALLY worried." She took in a sharp breath and huffed it out. "Well, for the past week, I've felt it again only the intention behind it is...different? Scarier? I don't know how to describe it except to compare it to the way we felt when we were on the run."
Her best friend tilted his head and studied her features. "Is that why you've been staying at the Manor?"
Hermione shook her head. "No. I feel like Draco is still waiting for me to run off and I am trying to reassure us both that I have no intention of doing so...but being with him makes me feel safer as I know no one is watching me while I am."
Harry sighed. "Well, I'll be sure to mention it at work tomorrow, start a file just in case, pull up any known dark wizards that were never captured. I do think that you should tell Draco, though. You remember how he was in school when he found out about the way Gryffindor House treated you and your life wasn't actually in any danger at that time."
She thought back to their shared sixth year, recalled his words and his irritation at being kept from her troubles. "Yeah, you're probably right. I'll tell him when we get back to the Manor. If I tell him now, he'll be too upset to handle dinner. He'll be edgy."
"Fine. Just make sure you DO tell him. No putting it off, okay?"
Hermione nodded and the pair soon joined the others for a fine meal and much gossip. However, in keeping with her promise, as soon as she returned with Draco to his wing of the Manor, she tugged him into his office and promptly spilled everything she'd been holding back, much to his displeasure and consternation.
"I thought we talked about this, years ago! I can't do my job if you won't let me!" He paced back and forth, his long stride fluid yet fast. "I don't like it that you've been feeling this way for so long and I am just now hearing about this. What if something happened to you? I'd be lost. Hell, I'd be thinking you ran away again." He paused and glared at her. "You can't DO that to me, Hermione."
She dipped her head, a small frown tugging her mouth. "I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to worry if there was no reason."
He stopped and pulled her close, enfolding her in his tight embrace. "You fought a war and managed to stay ahead of everyone for almost a year because of your instincts. I am sure being bitten by Greyback only made those instincts better. If you feel danger, it's because there IS danger." She felt his chin as it rested on top of her head. "I want you to stay here for a while and allow me to hire someone to watch over you when you are not."
She glanced up at him through thick, lashes. "I will agree to the first but not the second. I don't think it's needed yet."
"Fine, we'll table this discussion for a week but I expect you to find out if there are Voldemort sympathizers who were never captured."
She nodded. "Okay. Harry will tell me." She paused. "Now, can we get ready for bed? I need love."
~Moving On~
Life eventually calmed to a somewhat normal pace and Hermione returned to her own apartment. This change relegated any time spent at the Manor to weekends only, which was utterly loathed by the tall blond male. Of course, Draco had been adamant that she would have to allow someone to watch her back, no ifs ands or buts about it so she'd been forced to give in with ill grace, simply because he wouldn't allow her to be less than protected from whatever harm, especially if it could be avoided.
This went on for the rest of the year...
She had gained the names from Harry, the few Death Eaters- and their sympathizers- who hadn't been imprisoned or weren't dead. Most of the names meant little to her. She'd never met them, not in a battle that she could recall nor in her day to day before the war. Only one name stood out~ Greyback: Ill-tempered monster who had attempted to ravage the countryside and turn everyone into his image.
She HOPED it wasn't him.
As Christmas faded into the background for yet another year, the frizzy-haired female debated the need for a "minder". Draco called Belsen Brickart a bodyguard but she thought differently. He wasn't just guarding her body, no he was checking her schedule or chivvying her from place to place when it became too crowded. Basically, the retired Hit Wizard was up her butt whenever she was out in public.
It was annoying.
So, even though she KNEW that it was stupid, she plotted her escape. She just could not tolerate the lack of freedom anymore and face it, what good was it to be The Brightest Witch of Her Age (gag) if she didn't make use of the brains she'd been blessed with? Hell, she hadn't felt a stirring of unease since the second week of December. Whoever had been watching her had to be long gone, right? This useless charade wasn't helping anything. In fact, it was only making her more temperamental than usual. Draco just didn't want to admit that all of this extra expense was a waste of time and money. He was allowing his need to protect overwhelm her desire for autonomy and she hated it.
Stupid. She was just so damned stupid.
~In Corpach, The Scottish Highlands~
"When are we going to move on her," a low question touched with a hint of mirth. "Or do you need more time to plan her...vacation?"
The sound of an abrupt laugh met the query even as large fingers gripped the hips of the female beneath him, the pressure of the broad man's grasp bruising gentle swells. The pair shifted until the dark-haired young woman sat astride the tall, broad form of the blue-eyed blond. His grip never loosened even as she began a slow up and down motion that drew quiet whimpers from between parted pink lips.
"S-so?" The woman stuttered out even as he encouraged her to pick up the pace.
"I will take her when the word is given and not a moment before, wench." A groan ended his statement as he began to thrust up into her heated core, bouncing her upon his length.
It was that which drew a halt to the conversation as the woman and man found tandem release, especially with the swipe of one large thumb against her heated slit. Long minutes later, he had pushed the brunette away and rolled easily to his feet, his short blond hair barely mussed, his blue eyes a cold gleam.
"Don't worry about when. Just do your job. The better we are at tracking her movements, the easier it will be to take her. My assumption is that you don't want us caught, yes? You want her gone, do you not?" At her nod, he continued as he pulled on his trousers. "Then do your job."
The pouting woman rolled her eyes at his words and moved to sit up, her pale breasts swaying gently. "Fine but Merlin, couldn't you find a better place for our purposes? It's freezing here!"
"This is an Unplottable location and hidden from Muggle eyes. There was no place better, especially given the fact that I own the place and its location was never handed over to the Ministry. Now shut it and put on some clothes," he snarled and turned away to grasp his shirt. "I'll get Nin to get us some dinner."
(AN2: Yeah I know. The course of true love never runs straight...at least not for our dynamic duo. It took me a while to figure out the main roadblocks which caused the story to meander uncontrollably. First was their youth, then Hermione being a coward. Now comes the final hurdle and we will see how it all shakes out.)
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