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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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(Small mention of hidden hand for obvious reasons and attempted to keep the feel of the Sorting Hat announcements the same. The conversation between Draco and Dumbledore took an odd turn...so, I just went with it. Also, I just wanted to thank Lady Dracona for being my first review! Your words made me smile.)
"Helena Adkins."
McGonagall announced the name of a first-year girl and the Great Hall quieted as the tiny redhead made her way to the stool and the Sorting Hat. Long moments passed before the hat announced "Better be...Ravenclaw!!" Of course, there were many whoops and clapping as the young girl made her way to the long table but the silence descended quickly as yet another name was announced.
"Riley Aegis."
The sorting continued with cries of "Slytherin!" or "Gryffindor!" sometimes "Hufflepuff!" and "Ravenclaw!" Finally, the last new witch was called (Noelle Yelena) and after her house was announced (Hufflepuff!) Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and greeted the throng of young people, his bright blue eyes twinkling merrily even as he kept one hand tucked against his robes.
"Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! I expect, no matter the issues occurring outside of these walls, this year to be filled with light, learning, and laughter. Now, if you would quiet down, Professor McGonagall has a few announcements."
As the tall, stately woman rose to her feet and began the introductions of new professors and warnings, Draco felt the gaze of the Headmaster as it landed upon him. He knew once the feast ended that he'd have to have a conversation that he was, quite frankly, dreading. However, there was no way out of it, no matter how long he thought it over. It was while he was contemplating this that Blaise nudged him gently and leaned in to whisper, "Why is Granger looking at you?"
Draco darted a glance to the Gryffindor table before giving a one-shoulder shrug. "How should I know why that swotty mudblood is staring?"
Blaise gave a quiet laugh before shaking his head. "I can't believe you are still on about that shit. We both know being pureblood means nothing."
Draco glared at the dark-skinned boy. "It doesn't matter what I might think. The fact is that she is too far beneath my notice for me to care." Then he paused as his gaze landed on the frizzy-haired swot once more. "Anyway, after I tell you and T my news, I think you'll agree that she is the least of my worries, alright?"
Blaise gave a quick nod and Draco turned his attention toward the platters of food that appeared as soon as Dumbledore had announced the beginning of the feast. Of course, his mind wasn't only on the food, nor was it just on his upcoming meeting with the Headmaster. Honestly, the balk of his attention was focused on his tasks as well as the idea that something about his mother had been...off.
As soon as he had eaten his fill, Draco rose from his seat A glance at the table where the adults responsible for their education dined showed that Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen. With a quick word to Theo and Blaise, he excused himself and left. A few minutes later, he was at the entrance to the headmaster's office.
"Licorice whip," he muttered. Moments later, the heavy door opened and a roar of warmth beckoned him inside.
"Mister Malfoy, lemon drop?" Dumbledore offered him a small candy dish filled to the brim with bright yellow candies. "They are muggle and quite good." Once the young man shook his head, the man with the bright blue eyes and long white beard motioned for him to take a seat. Silence settled around the pair and remained unbroken for a few minutes.
"So, I am to understand that you were punished for refusal to take the dark mark and that punishment resulted in you being bitten by Greyback?"
The bald statement drew startled gray eyes to twinkling blue even as Draco nodded.
"And I have also been given to understand that you will need a safe place for your transformations."
Draco swallowed and gave out a low "Yes." in response.
"And do you think you will be lucky enough to be mated?"
That question drew a frown to patrician features. "I am not sure that is something I should be worried about this year, sir." There was a sneer hidden in the words. "I have a much more pressing issue."
Dumbledore nodded and looked at the slender wizard from behind his half-moon glasses. "Very true, I suppose, Mister Malfoy. Do you have people you can trust to keep your secret? I don't believe that only having some professors aware of your trouble will be very healthy. Your issues should be shared with someone of your age."
'Issues? As in more than one? What does he know? What did Snape tell him?' None of those thoughts registered in his expression. Instead, his neutral mask became even more blank in the face of those silent questions. "I have two people I plan on telling the truth. Hopefully, if I need guarding during my transformation they will be able to do so."
"Oh. I have a safe place for you to sleep through your transformations. Just as Professor Lupin did in your third year, you will go to the Shrieking Shack. Of course, you are more than welcome to tell your friends but it will not be necessary for them to guard you. One thing I will tell you is that I would like to make one other person aware of your...problem." He paused, his pink lips pursed in a small frown. "And before you protest, I have reasons for this, one of which is the fact that this person shares your schedule. It will be easy for them to take notes for any of your unexplained absences. Your professors have all been made aware of your special circumstances thus negating the need for you to come up with excuse after excuse."
Draco frowned and asked. "Who?"
Dumbledore twinkled at him, the bloody bastard, and quipped; "Why Miss Granger, of course!"
"No. Merlin no! It's bad enough my professors and you are aware but her? No. I refuse to allow that! If you think for one minute that I will stay in this school with that mudblood being aware of my secret, you are sadly mistaken." Draco was livid. "I can ask Theo or Blaise for help on those days!"
"Mister Malfoy, I was not asking your permission; I was simply informing you of my plans. Though I do not doubt that your friends would help, you and Miss Granger share every class. This is simply the most expedient answer." The older wizard paused before his facial expression and tone of voice softened. "Honestly, do you believe that leaving the safety of Hogwarts to return to whatever chaos your home life has become is worth it, simply because of who I choose to help you in your academic endeavors?"
Draco snapped his mouth shut on yet another rant and thought carefully about what it was he had to accomplish this year. Finally, "Would she be sworn to secrecy, a wizard's vow, so that she is unable to discuss my issue with her friends without my express permission?" He spat the word 'friends' with every ounce of disdain he had trapped inside.
"Of course, I would not place you in harm's way. One would hope you would choose to remove yourself from such things that might later cause your harm but the year has just begun and many things can change from now until the end of June, can they not?" He paused. "Well, that's all. I do hope you enjoy the rest of your year. Good night, Mister Malfoy."
Draco blinked and stood up, the knowledge of his dismissal a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach. There was something inside that screamed at him to tell the Headmaster of his tasks but he ignored it. No, telling the man would change nothing. It would only hasten his demise and that thought was not to be born, not yet. Just as the blond wizard reached the door, Dumbledore spoke again.
"If you think of anything that I can do, any help that I can give, you need only ask. Help is always available for those who request it..."
Draco paused, head tilted so that his eyes found the tips of his shoes but eventually, he nodded and exited the large yet oddly stuffy room. Had he turned around he would have noticed a look of sheer sorrow and pain on the older wizard's face but he didn't, only opened the heavy door and left.
Of course, once he reached the Slytherin common room, it was but the work of a moment to gather his closest confidantes and inform them of the change his fortune had taken. Theo had not looked shocked by the revelation. Instead, he had shaken his head in sorrow and admitted that his father had told him but that he hadn't believed it. Blaise, on the other hand, yelled for five minutes straight before finally coming to a halt. The question he asked underlined the solidity of their friendship.
"So, what do you need us to do?"
For the first time, Draco allowed himself to hope, a small hope, but it was there. "There's more. Because I refused the mark, I was given two heinous tasks. Find a way to get Death Eaters into the school and kill Dumbledore. I've already decided that I will NOT be attempting to kill the headmaster but the other thing? I have no choice and already have a head start."
Theo shuddered. "Fuck mate. He isn't asking the impossible of you at all is he?"
"Well he doesn't think so but that doesn't matter. I have to try."
Time Flies
The next few weeks were a hectic time as young witches and wizards settled into the routines of returning to school. Draco had noted that Dumbledore was quite correct in his statements, Granger was in all of his classes and he found it slightly odd that he hadn't noticed just how many things they'd shared before. It annoyed him.
He was unsure how or even IF Dumbledore had broached the subject of his curse with the girl. She never looked at him, chose to ignore his sneered insults and acted as if he didn't even exist during their daily routines. Since she avoided him, he found himself studying her more often than not. She, of course, ignored that as well. For the first time, he found himself treated to a girl's lack of attention.
Harry did notice the long looks and barely hidden sneers but it was the 23rd of September before he finally made mention of it to Hermione, bright and early Monday morning during DADA.
"Hermione, why does Malfoy spend so much time studying you? It's near-constant, at least in the classes that I have with you. "
"Shut it, Harry. It's odd, though. Malfoy and I share the same schedule~ well barring one class," she murmured. "I still don't know why that is. We can't have THAT much in common!" She shrugged and shook her head, slowly. "However, he might not be looking at me, only in my general direction."
Harry snickered. "He's looking at you. Maybe he has a crush?"
"Fuck you, Harry."
This little conversation caused Hermione to pay more attention to the looks cast her way. She felt the heat, every single time his smoldering gaze found her. Harry's prodding had forced her to admit to herself that, yes, she had noted the staring but she'd ignored it. Now, she no longer could because if Harry had noticed, other people probably had, as well. This was proven later in Charms when Ron started in on her.
"What the fuck 'Mione? Do you owe Malfoy money or something? He's spent half the class glaring at you."
Hermione took that moment to glance over her shoulder and, just as Ron had stated, Malfoy was staring at her. She noticed that he looked sick, his marble skin now even paler with hectic spots of color on his sharp cheekbones. His robe, usually well pressed and immaculate all day, looked rumpled. Then it hit her. There were only a few nights before the full moon. No wonder he looked so grumpy and ill-kempt. With that thought uppermost, she returned to her note-taking.
She would have to take notes for his use in Transfiguration and Ancient Runes classes on Friday, probably Thursday in Herbology and DADA as well. Luckily for her, and him, she had a charm that would copy each word written on to a separate sheet of parchment thus negating the need for handwritten copies or handing over her own. Maybe she could gather everything up and give it to Blaise Zabini? After all, he was Malfoy's friend and was more apt to see him after a shift than she was.
Just before class ended, the moment Snape's back was turned (How the hell did he end up the new DADA teacher??) she wafted a torn bit of parchment to Blaise Zabini who happened to be two tables to her right.
Zabini~
Would you be willing to meet me in the library after class?
It will only take a few minutes of your time, I promise.
Just write your answer on the bottom of this page.
I'll see it.
HG
The handsome, milk chocolate male glanced down at the paper before his dark eyes darted in her direction. After a moment's thought, she saw him pick up his quill. She looked down at her torn piece of parchment and soon enough, his perfectly rounded script filled her page.
If you wait for me when class ends, we can talk then.
The only reason the library isn't agreeable is that I am
headed in the opposite direction for my next class.
BZ
Hermione waited until he glanced at her once more before she gave a small nod and shoved her piece of parchment in her bag. Of course, she wasn't paying attention to the others around her. Had she done so, she would have noticed Ron's frown, Harry's surprised expression and Malfoy leaning forward to whisper in his friend's ear.
Blaise noticed it all and when the waft of warm air touched his ear, he allowed a wicked grin to grace his features. A low growl from Malfoy was the only introduction before heated words were released. "What the fuck Blaise, are you making plans with the enemy?"
The usually composed male gave a small chuckle and glanced back at one of his best friends. With a shrug, he responded coolly. "Enemy? Granger wants to meet up after class. I agreed. I mean, look at her. These days she is looking fine...that flawless skin, those eyes? Yeah, if she wants to bask in my gloriousness, who am I to deny her??"
Five minutes later, the class had ended and along with chapter-ending notes, Snape had informed them that an essay would be due in which they would discuss the need for adequacy in casting non-verbal jinxes, hexes and spells the following Monday (24 inches). He also reminded them that Thursday would be a practical day, essentially dueling using non-verbals. The idea was exceedingly exciting for Hermione as she and Harry had worked on that last year during the DA meetings (and for once she had been slightly better at it than him...)
"Miss Granger, if you would allow your big brain to function properly, the class has been dismissed..."
Hermione glanced at the sallow, stooped form of Professor Snape and then bent to gather her things. Moments later, she had stepped from the room and allowed her gaze to flit over the various students that had spilled out into the cold hallway.
"Granger," a mellow baritone purred just by her right ear.
"Oh, Zabini," the girl breathed out on a sigh before her whiskey-colored orbs met his darker gaze. "Walk with me?"
The two slowly advanced with Hermione glancing at the male every few seconds. Finally, she stopped and tugged him into a darkened alcove. "I am not sure if you know about...well I assume you do since you are his best friend. Anyway, I've been tasked with making sure he has notes for the classes we share on days when he is ill. I just wanted to know if I could give them to you after Runes on Friday. I would feel odd approaching anyone else as neither Nott nor Malfoy speaks to me."
Blaise looked at the small young woman before him, taking in the way her robes fit and the wildness of her dark brown curls. A slow smile soon slipped into place as he raised one hand to tug on one of those aforementioned locks. "What do I get out of this Granger?"
Hermione blushed and stammered out, "W-well, what d-do you want?"
"Easy. Our first Hogsmeade trip, you make time to share a drink with me," was his instantly purred response.
"You mean my lack of purity..." On the last word, she added the distinctive sign for air quotes, "Won't embarrass you? If you can stomach it, so can I. It's not like you are awful to look at." Here she flashed a small grin, a dimple popping momentarily into view.
"Oh, I can stomach it, Hermione. I'll meet you in the library Friday evening after our last class." With those purred statements, the tall darker-skinned male took himself off after throwing her yet one more devastating grin.
"Well, fuck me...."
As for Draco? He noted the hurried conversation and paused just beyond their sight. He heard every word, including the invitation from his friend to the swotty little bint. Something inside of him took serious exception to this but he pushed it away and allowed only the anger at her meddlesome nature to truly surface. However, he said not a word to either of them. Instead, he planned on approaching Blaise after dinner, once they were in their common room.
The rest of the day flew by.
By the end of the week, Draco had missed quite a few early morning classes as well as breakfast and lunch. The reason for this was two-fold. The first was simply because of his late nights dealing with the cabinet. The second was sheer contrariness. He felt out of sorts and more agitated than normal, especially when he saw the bushy-haired bint. Even seeing Blaise speak to her set him off so he avoided it. Blaise, being the sort who watched everything and everyone but said nothing, kept his own counsel even as he wondered just how much he'd be able to annoy his friend.
As September morphed into October, Hermione noticed Draco's absences in the morning classes she shared with the blond young man. So, she began keeping notes for those classes as well as jotting down pages to be read and homework due. She delivered everything to Blaise who took it upon himself to flirt with her at every opportunity. It was also at this point that she noticed Harry's book which was old, ragged and seemed to have different instructions than the newer Potions books everyone else had. What this meant is that for the first time, Harry brewed perfect potions and was number one in the class, a feat that Professor Slughorn praised at every opportunity.
It pissed her off.
The first Hogsmeade weekend of the year was due to fall just after Samhain and though she was nervous, Hermione decided that meeting with Blasie would be her priority after she completed her shopping. Besides, it wasn't like Ron would care as he'd been busy with Quidditch try-outs all while attempting to talk to any good looking girl he could find (oh and making snide comments about her "friendship" with Zabini). Even worse, Harry had been busy watching the Marauder's Map and noted every time Draco disappeared from view. This meant that neither of her best friends was being very friendly, right now.
So, she had dressed with care: a warm, soft, brown and beige sweater, a pair of well-cut jeans which showed her bum to good effect and soft leather boots which matched the brown of her sweater. Her hair had been semi-controlled with an entire bottle of sleek-eazy's hair potion and various charms until it hung over her shoulders in a glorious profusion of deep brown curls. Earmuffs (because November was ridiculously cold though they hadn't had their first snowfall yet) a warm parka and gloves completed her attempt at looking semi-respectable. Of course, the one time she didn't want either Harry or Ron to pay attention, both young men were in the common room.
"All dressed up for your date with a snake," Ron asked snidely, his voice gruff.
"Blaise and I are not going on a date. He simply asked me to meet him for a drink. That's all." Hermione responded, quickly. "I don't see why it matters to you, anyway."
"Blaise. You call him by his first name," Harry interjected. "And yet you don't see a problem with this?"
"Well, you work from a potions book that does not follow course requirements. You are learning spells with no idea as to what they will do. You don't see a problem with that," Hermione responded with a sneer.
Ron spoke up, "You are just mad that Harry is doing better than you. Merlin, you are such a bitch."
"And you are an arse, Ronald. Now if you will excuse me, I have someone to meet. Maybe I will see you in the Three Broomsticks." With that final statement, she swept out of the room, the painting closing behind her with a small bang.
(AN 2: The arguing between the Trio is canon though not for the many reasons I devised. Also, as noted in the previous chapter, there was an overlap between Narcissa asking HG to report on DM and Dumbledore asking her to help him. We do not know the Headmaster's mind...so I don't know WHAT that was about. Blaise's neutrality is my thing, not sure if it's canon *shrugs* and I chose him to be HG's contact for that reason only...plus he's HOT though my rendition of his character is fairly OOC and not based on canon lore)
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