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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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As her wand vibrated on Monday morning, Hermione groaned and rolled over. Mornings seemed to come too soon on Mondays, she thought as she swung her legs off the bed. She half-walked, half-tripped into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Scorching hot water ran down her back while Hermione rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She liked her showers hot enough to feel clean and new- and she found that nearly burning the skin off her body tended to do that. After shampooing her hair, she stretched out her long locks with deep conditioner. It seemed to be the only product, magic or otherwise, that tamed her wild curls. They still curled in whatever which way, but they no longer looked like a bird’s nest atop her head.
Hermione’s shower lasted longer than necessary, so she magically dried her hair and grabbed the first outfit she found in her closet. It was one of the many fashion-related gifts Ginny had bought her in the past eight years- a soft, silky blouse in an icy green that “made her eyes pop” and a form-fitting tweed pencil skirt. She quickly wrapped her hair into a chignon with her new birthday hairpin, grabbed a set of pearl earrings and looked in the mirror. With her warm chocolate eyes, lightly tanned skin and deep brown hair, the green shirt really did look fabulous. Hermione made a mental note to thank Ginny. After lining her eyes with eyeliner, a generous coat of mascara, a swipe of blush and a touch of rose tinted lip gloss, she was pleased with her reflection. For the last piece of her outfit, Hermione opened her wardrobe again to look at her ever-growing collection of shoes. Shoes were her babies, her one stereotypically feminine weakness. They were the only item that showed underneath her professor’s robes and they were the one thing that brought Hermione an unprecedented swagger in her step. For today’s look, she decided on a pair of emerald green peep toe pumps.
Hermione’s wand vibrated again, signaling the beginning of breakfast. She grabbed her robes and flew out the door- straight into Draco Malfoy.
“Sorry!” she exclaimed, as she grabbed hold of his arms to steady herself. They felt nice- masculine and sturdy. She let go and noticed his hands still wrapped around her waist. His face held a look of shock- and did she detect a hint of embarrassment?
After untangling, they walked to the Great Hall in awkward silence. Upon arriving at the large double doors, Malfoy looked down at Hermione.
“Good talk, Granger,” he said, while holding the door open for her.
He was gone with a swish of his robes before she could respond to his comment. The idea of Malfoy making a joke was too foreign to process, she mused as she walked up to the professor’s table at the front of the room.
After greeting her colleagues, Hermione sat down and began to pour herself a cup of tea. To her right, Luna and Neville were discussing the many uses of mandrake leaves. The seat directly to her left was empty, which Hermione found odd. Headmistress McGonagall was never late for breakfast. Just as she reached for a piece of toast, a silver wisp bound into the Great Hall. Its form, a small tabby cat, perched directly in front of Hermione.
“Professor Granger,” it began in McGonagall’s voice. “Please come to the hospital wing immediately. Bring Professors Lovegood and Malfoy with you.”
Her voice sounded strained and breathy, almost like she was running.
Luna was already on her feet when Hermione scanned the Great Hall, looking for a tuft of platinum amongst the students. Her eyes settled on Malfoy- he was talking to one of the older Slytherin students. His face was set in a grimace and his jaw was locked firmly. Even from several meters away, Hermione could see the muscles in his neck jumping. Just as her eyes traveled back to his face, he turned and made eye contact with her.
Hermione beckoned him to follow Luna and herself out the Great Hall. He obeyed wordlessly.
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“Dear Merlin,” Hermione breathed upon arriving in the hospital wing. “Is that a student?”
The bed farthest from the wall was occupied by a bloody mess. The nurse and the headmistress were scrambling around the bed, murmuring incantations.
“Professors!” McGonagall summoned them over. “Tell me what you see.”
In the bed lay a girl, no older than twelve. Her uniform was torn and muddy, as bright red blood seeped through her white shirt. The smell of grass and blood hit Hermione’s nose and she tried not to gag. On the girl’s side, right above her rib cage, there was a large wound. The skin around the wound was tinged gray.
“It’s a bite,” Luna answered. “But I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s rotting her flesh.”
As the Care of Magical Creatures professor, Luna had plenty of experience with creature-caused mishaps. The fact that she didn’t have an answer caused Hermione’s head to reel.
“Headmistress, where was she found?” Malfoy asked, his voice shaking.
“This is Rebecca Stanley, a first year Gryffindor. She was found this morning in the Forbidden Forest by Hagrid, who was collecting samples for Professor Longbottom. She was unconscious, like she is now.”
Hermione leaned in closer to inspect the wound. The edges were ragged and slightly raised. Rebecca had other wounds- defensive wounds by the looks of it. There were scratches along her forearms and a deep laceration along her right leg. She stepped back into Malfoy, who had come up behind her to take a look as well.
His hands were at her waist again, she noticed. Hermione stepped to the side so Malfoy and Luna could get a good look.
“Headmistress McGonagall…” Luna nearly whispered. “There appears to be claw marks across her neck- and I would wager her back as well. Whatever did this chased Miss Stanley and hunted her down.”
The professors studied the injured young woman silently for several minutes before Malfoy cleared his throat and spoke.
“Yesterday was a full moon.”
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