Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

The Secret of the Dragon	By : GrangerDanger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am not making any money by writing this story. It is just for fun!

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
After dinner, Hermione groggily stumbled to her room, careful to avoid Malfoy. It had been a hard day, and she was filthy after digging through the rubble of the castle all morning. When she got into her room, she made sure to lock the door this time and slipped into the bathroom for a relaxing bath. She added a fizzies potion as well as some muggle bubble-bath, undressed, and slowly lowered herself into the tub.

She began to recount the day’s events. There was still a particular problem she was running into; the protection spells that were woven into some of the castle’s structures that had been destroyed.

Powerful magic…I will go to the library in the morning to see what I can find out Hermione decided.

She then tried to clear her mind as her hand slid over her stomach to the soft curls below. She had learned about the pleasure of achieving climax in fifth year, when Ron and Harry had begun joking about such things toward her. She began rhythmically rubbing her small nub, and as she did so, a face drifted into her mind. He was a decent height, well-built with lean muscles, dark brown eyes, and short, raven colored hair, just greying at the edges.

Hermione had the brief thought of stopping but was so close to release. The man in her imagination was the one touching her in just the right way, his experienced fingers sending her over the edge. Her body shivered at her strong release.

By the time Hermione dried herself off and curled up in bed with Lesser Known Facts about Dragons she could not force the man’s face from her mind. She supposed it was normal. All witches had fantasized about older wizards at some point; it wasn’t unusual to be attracted to an older man, or a professor.

I don’t even know Professor Leefick Hermione chastised herself I feel so dirty.

Still, his face floated through her mind until she finally drifted into a deep sleep. Hermione’s sleep was peaceful for a few hours, but then the dreams began again, as they did every night.

***Ron looked up at her with tear-filled eyes, badly wounded. She was casting healing spell after healing spell on him, when he said something that sent a chill down her spine. “How could you think of another man, Hermione?” …***

Hermione groggily dragged herself out of bed and looked at her clock. 6:30. She dressed in a cotton t-shirt and jeans, then pulled her robe over top. She made her way into the bathroom and begin brushing her teeth, when a hair-taming potion caught her eye.

Right thought Hermione.

In the past, she had saved such potions for special occasions, choosing to tame her hair the best she could on a day-to-day basis. As little sleep as her dreams left her with, though, made it worthwhile to simply buy the potions for daily use. She quickly spread the potion through her hair until it was left in loose, only slightly frenzied curls. Without so much as giving herself a second look in the mirror, she headed downstairs for breakfast.

The room was nearly empty so far, as she’d hoped. She scooped up a large, blueberry muffin and began to walk out of the Great Hall when McGonagall stepped in front of her.

“A word, Miss Granger?” Hermione silently followed McGonagall into what used to be Dumbledore’s office.

Not much has changed. Hermione paled at that thought. No. Everything has changed.

“Miss Granger, I wanted to inform you that you and Mr. Malfoy will be receiving assistance from the professors in repairing the castle. Professor Snape will be helping Mr. Malfoy, while Professor Leefick will assist you with your duties. Hermione felt her cheeks begin to burn, but knew that she had no reasonable protest. Instead, she simply nodded at McGonagall’s information.

“Now, you will be working by yourself for the next two hours while Professor Leefick is teaching. Then, he will join you.”

Great

“Yes, Headmistress.”

“You are excused.”

Hermione graciously exited and headed towards the library to see what she could find out about the repairs.

After an hour and a half of searching through books, Hermione was frustrated at her lack of understanding. She had diligently searched, yet found very little. She did know that strong magic integrated into structures took a great deal of effort, but without a specific spell, she could not classify the difficulty of the repair. She put her books away, and by the time she reached her section of the castle repairs, it was almost time for the professor. Hermione began scribbling down small repairs with her self-inking quill.

Hmm…let’s see…I will write this down…Then I’ll just…

“Reparo” said Hermione as the stone floor where she was standing rearranged into its rightful place.

“Impressive” said a deep voice from behind her.

Hermione abruptly turned her wand toward the voice, but lowered it when she realized it was just Professor Leefick.

He’s even more handsome up close Hermione thought as she took note of the salt and pepper stubble laying across his strong jawline.

“Thank you” she said, blushing lightly.

“So, Miss Granger, tell me what have you discovered so far?”

“Honestly, not much. Some repairs are going to be very difficult, especially since there is not much information about such things.”

He nodded thoughtfully.

“Well, how about you and I begin by taking inventory of the easier repairs and fix them ourselves?”

“Sounds brilliant,” said Hermione.

She found herself wondering why she felt the need to impress a professor, even though she was no longer a student. She had wanted to be the most impressive, the most knowledgeable for as long as she could remember.

“Professor Leefick, do you have any idea what type of spell would be protectively entwined in the walls?”

“Well…what would you give me if I told you?” he said with a wink.

She felt a small shiver at the suggestion, but ignored it. Leefick had noticed her blush instantly.

She is quite beautiful he thought.

Hermione wondered for a moment if there was any way he could’ve known about her thoughts of him in the bathtub, but decided that was impossible.

For lack of a response, she timidly smiled. The young witch continued her work, not noticing the professors appraising glances over her body for the remainder of their time together.

By the time that evening’s dinner rolled around, the two had repaired at least a quarter of the flooring and walls on her side of the castle. Although she had felt slightly awkward at times, she was grateful that she was not being left alone all day with her thoughts. Professor Leefick was the first to announce that it was time for dinner and gently patted Hermione on the back.

“Good work, Miss Granger. I will see you again tomorrow.”

As he stepped away, he nonchalantly let his hand glide over her waist and left Hermione feeling slightly excited and slightly troubled.

It’s just my imagination she told herself as she slowly walked to dinner why would he make an advance like that?

When she finally entered the Great Hall, she saw a friendly face in the crowd.

“Ginny!” she yelled, abruptly making her way to the fiery-haired girl.

“Hermione! How are you?”

Hermione lowered her voice slightly “You know how I’ve been, Gin. It’s been lonely. I’m so glad you’re here now”

With all that had happened in the war, Ginny hadn’t been able to complete her schooling, so Hogwarts had welcomed her back this year, and, for that, Hermione couldn’t be more grateful.

“I wish you had gotten here yesterday,” said Hermione.

“Me too, but we still had things to take care of at home. We finally finished sorting through Ron’s things. Mum is distraught. Of course, we’ve all had a rough go of it.”

Hermione felt a twinge of pain at the mention of Ron’s name.

“Would you like to see the living quarters for Head Boy and Girl?”

“I would love to.”

With the excitement of seeing Ginny again, Hermione hadn’t noticed the man with moonlight blonde hair sending a searing smile in her direction.
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Secret of the Dragon