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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: Most dates noted for Quidditch matches, Hogsmeades weekends or full moons have been checked via HP Wikia, Pottermore or my damned books (and a lunar calendar for that year)...if something is off, it's because I couldn't find the information. Bleh. Also, grumpy Draco is grumpy. I think he needs a hug.)
Of course, the boys had decided to come along, both mumbling nonsense about making sure she was safe as if she needed them to maintain her safety. After all, she was going to the usual places first, just like always. She needed some sweets for her long study sessions and her quills were rather worn thanks to taking so many notes. (That damned copy spell played hell on quill nibs!) So Honeyduke's and Scrivenshaft's, the normal routine.
The boys, soon broke from her as she made her way to the quill and stationery store with the odd thought that she should write Malfoy's mother to warn her of his extra disappearances and shoddy appearance. The woman, usually so poised and self-assured, had actually appeared to be worried. It was the first weekend in November and two months had flown by since she'd asked Hermione for help yet the young woman had not sent her a single word.
'Best to fix that oversight as soon as I return to Hogwarts,' she thought.
Minutes later she had six new quills plus a special one made of a peacock feather and charmed to never run out of ink. It had cost her a pretty penny but it had been unusual enough that she'd been drawn to it. From there, she'd gone to Honeyduke's and filled a bag with various types of candy as well as some pieces of fudge. She figured that it would last until the next trip.
Finally, she made her way to The Three Broomsticks.
The place was as crowded and noisy as usual but she had absolutely no problem locating the gorgeous form of Blaise Zabini, especially since he sat with none other than Malfoy and Nott. She decided, almost instantly, to retreat to the booth where Harry and the rest of her friends were located. However, first, she desired a drink. Once she reached the bar and gave her order to Madam Rosemerta, she shrugged out of her coat and other things before carrying all of it to the booth in question.
Or at least she attempted to as she was halted by a warm hand on her arm and a low murmur of, "Where are you going, Granger?"
She paused and turned to face the handsome Slytherin, her eyes immediately glancing at the hand on her upper arm. "You looked busy. I was going to wait until your company had dispersed."
Blaise released her with a slight smile. "Oh no, you will do us all the honor by joining us for a spell. By the way, you look lovely."
A blush heated her cheeks but she shifted and walked toward the booth he had gestured to, her heart beating a rapid tattoo in response. Once she arrived, Blaise took her things and waited for her to slide in so that she was nearest the wall. A feeling of being trapped, surrounded, flooded her with adrenaline but it was Malfoy who spoke.
"Well if it isn't Blaise's favorite mudblood. You worried about the big, bad Slytherins?"
Her whiskey shaded eyes, almost a darkened amber, flashed as she crossed her arms over her chest, inadvertently pushing the small swell of her breasts together, and stared the blond down. "Well, if it isn't Blaise's favorite arse hole. Tell me, do you greet every supposed dirty blooded female that way or am I just special? You do seem to like the look of me these days. Not scared to have my dirty little body this close to you, are you?" Her voice held no inflection, neither did her face betray her emotions but all three young men heard the quiver of unease.
Blaise interrupted before the argument could get started. "Draco, shut it. Hermione, ignore him. I invited you to have a drink with me, just a friendly little chat, I promise. These two," here he jerked a thumb in Malfoy's and Nott's direction. "They weren't supposed to be here until later."
Hermione nodded and allowed her gaze to fall on the dark-skinned male next to her but Nott, dark of hair and bright blue of eye, spoke her name in an attempt to gain her attention. "Granger." The girl in question turned to look at the lanky male across from her. "Why didn't you ask me to deliver the notes to Drake?"
Hermione swallowed her mouthful of butterbeer and then responded, her voice hushed and quiet within the din. "Well, I assumed Blaise would be a safer bet. He and I have worked together in Arithmancy. I know him slightly and assumed that he wouldn't spit mudblood at me every chance he got. I was not so sure that you would afford me the same respect."
Theo nodded and glanced at the grumpy blond beside him. "That is not a word I use in polite company. This is not to say that I think you are the same as me," Blaise gave a low grunt and glared, his features slightly miffed. "However, I would never use such a term around people I do not know."
Hermione could only grimace in response before she turned her frame slightly so that she was focused wholly on Blaise. Her next statement was meant only for him. "So what did you want to see me for?"
He gave her a slight smirk and leaned close enough to whisper in her ear, after gently moving her vast array of curls. "I wanted to look at you without the robe to hide what you possess. And may I say that what you possess should not be hidden beneath that offending garment. Muggle clothes suit you very well." He then leaned away and grinned at her blush, which was almost immediate.
"Well, I am glad you approve. This is the only time I get to wear them."
The conversation, filled with light banter between the two, soon drifted toward classes and the like. Blaise, unlike Hermione, had only five N.E.W.T level classes while Nott (who had decided to join the conversation) had six, one less than she did. Draco, of course, said nary a word (she knew his classes though so it did not matter), only took shot after shot of firewhiskey (Where in the hell did he get THAT?) and stared at her. Well, he was not really staring. No, he glared, his gray eyes stormy with repressed emotion.
She did not perceive the way the blond's hand tightened on the little shot glass every time Blaise leaned into her nor did she register the deep inhales the young man took whenever her heart rate sped up due to the chocolate hued male's attempts to make her blush or laugh. She was too busy, falling into a flirtatious conversation as the dark male with the Italian lilt seduced her into feeling comfortable in his presence. She did not know that her nearness was pushing the quiet male to his breaking point.
Theo spotted it and made Blaise aware of it as well. Finally, a few minutes later, the tall, dark male stood and gave her a sweet smile. "It seems that I must bid you addio, bella ragazza. Maybe we can meet in the library Sunday for some studying?"
Hermione blushed and chuckled, "What will you be studying, Mister Zabini?"
He flashed a very bright grin in her direction. "Why you, of course."
"Okay then, Sunday it is."
With that, she gathered her things and slipped from the booth. Blaise seemed to take her in, his dark gaze lighting a small fire in the pit of her belly. It was only then that she heard the low rumble of a growl and her attention shifted to the gray gaze of the blond before she glanced into the bright blue eyes of Theodore Nott. "Thank you for allowing me to join you. Enjoy the rest of your day."
Moments later, she was swallowed up in hugs as her friends greeted her and pulled her amongst them. Blaise took that moment to turn to Draco with a sly smirk and ask him, "Are you sure it's her dirty blood that offends you?"
Draco said nothing beyond, "Come on."
Theo nodded and the trio departed.
Draco found himself thinking about his reaction later that night as he struggled with the cabinet and the repetitive motions of the wand, the precise intonations of the spell. He had noted that her classwork notes had continued, even past the full moon and that she was diligent in making sure he did not drop behind in the classes he avoided. He was also sure that she had never spoken of his affliction with anyone else. It was strange to him. It wasn't that he disliked her, not for her blood or anything of the sort, well not NOW anyway. In fact, now she just made him uncomfortable. The girl filled him with her scent and he watched her because he could not look away.
He didn't like it.
He also did not like the way Blaise seemed to garner so much of her attention. Something inside of him went almost feral every single time the pair shared a look or a laugh. Of course, he couldn't mention that to either of his best friends. Theo would snark at him for digging in the mud and Blaise would only increase his flirtatious behavior until Draco snapped. Neither of those responses would end very well for the three friends, so he pushed it down and worked on the cabinet any time he had a few hours to spare.
Meanwhile, Hermione was in Gryffindor's common room, penning a letter to Narcissa.
Mrs. Malfoy.
I apologize for the delay in my reporting. Getting back into the swing of things has taken a toll. I am not sure if you know that I've been made aware of your son's...issue. Since we share the same classes, I've been responsible for making copies of my notes for classes he misses due to said problem.
With that being said, II would like to make it known that he has been missing both breakfast and lunch, sometimes dinner, for the past month. He is losing weight and missing classes, appears rumpled and is getting dark circles under his eyes. I am not sure what is causing that particular set of problems as I am not in his confidence. Maybe Nott or Zabini could be more helpful in that regard? However, I have not allowed him to get behind in the classes he persists in missing (usually early morning classes) as I keep copious notes and write down assignments and chapters for him to read beyond his sick times.
As far as I can tell, he's kept his grades up at least.
Once again, I apologize for the delay.
Feeling as if she had accomplished conveying all of the proper information, Hermione checked the time and decided to head to the owlery to send the short letter off. The sooner his mother was aware of his difficulties, the faster the woman could attempt to take her son in hand. With that thought uppermost, she shrugged into a warm robe and left the Gryffindor tower, headed for the westernmost tower where the Owlery was located.
As the time was barely nine, she had a good hour and she made the most of it as she scurried along the Hall of Hexes, past the Room of Requirement and ever onward until she reached the entrance to the cold tower which was situated amongst the battlements. As soon as she reached the top, her eyes landed on an intelligent-looking barn owl and she approached him with a smile. Slender fingers reached out to stroke his feathers even as she bent forward to whisper her request into his ear; "I would like you to deliver this to Narcissa Malfoy. Please be sure that she is alone when you do so. You may wait a few minutes to see if she wants to reply but I know it is cold so you do not have to." She reached into her pocket and offered the beautiful bird a treat before giving him the envelope. "Thank you."
Once the bird hooted and flew away, Hermione carefully picked her way between the patches of ice, small bones, and owl droppings to return to her own warm tower. She had just passed where the RoR's door would have been and was close enough to the landing of Gryffindor tower that she allowed her attention to slip from her surroundings and it was then that a slender hand darted out from the shadows and pulled her with agonizing slowness into the dark behind a statue.
Gray eyes glared down into her own wide eyes as that hand was joined by another and kept her pinned to the wall behind her. His voice, low and husky from hours of repeating an incantation he dare not speak anywhere else, came in a furious stream. "What are you playing at, Granger? Why are you suddenly always around? Are you and Blaise dating? Why the fuck do you smell scared? Are you scared? You should be, mudblood."
"Playing at," she whispered in return even as she tried to jerk away from his strong grip. "I have no idea what you are talking about. No, Blaise and I are not dating, we're friends, not that it is any of your business. Also, of course, I'm scared. You pulled me into the dark when I thought I was traversing this hallway alone."
He leaned down so that his face was inches from her own, his eyes agleam with something dangerous. He spoke in a growl, low and fierce. "I don't like you hanging with my friend. Stay away from him!"
"How do you expect me to do that, Malfoy," she snapped in return. "I am responsible for keeping you up to date in the classes you miss though it is only supposed to be for the nights of the full moon. I chose to continue with it since you miss early classes regularly. Blaise is my only contact to get you the things you need. Not only that but I like him. He's sweet to me."
Draco jerked her arms up and pressed them to the wall, his body moving to crowd her so that she could not escape the heavy length of his frame as he leaned in. "You listen to me, Granger, you being around is causing issues for me. You being around HIM is making those issues worse. Stop fucking around and stay away!"
"No! Stop trying to scare me and let me go!" As soon as she made that statement, Hermione began to wriggle against him in a bid to escape his grip. Of course, that did absolutely no good as he was lean and strong. Nevertheless, she persisted until she felt something heavy pressed against her belly. "Malfoy, let me go. I won't allow you to scare me off and anyway, I don't see why you would want to! I am not harming you, neither directly nor indirectly. I avoid you. I don't speak to you. I don't even LOOK at you. What else do you want from me?"
"What do I want," he pondered in a slow drawl. "I'm not sure yet beyond wanting you to leave Blaise be. If I guarantee that I will make sure to attend classes regularly, will you stop meeting with him?"
Hermione shook her head and tried, once again to escape his grip. She gave up once his hands tightened punishingly on her wrists. "Malfoy, let go! You're hurting me!" It was a true statement, for the most part, but wasn't there a touch of something else? Desire? Longing? It didn't matter. He was behaving terribly.
He glanced at his hands and loosened their grip before returning his steady gaze to her face. "I will not, Granger. I don't want to, not until you give me what I want."
"Then I guess we will be here all night, Malfoy." She sneered in return. "I am not going to give in to your little temper tan..."
The words were cut off as he leaned closer and captured her mouth in a biting, sucking, brain exploding kiss. Her mind instantly went blank as heat bloomed in her belly and she found herself whimpering beneath his avid assault. She'd been kissed before, warm, slow and oddly sweet attempts, but they hadn't felt like this. Nothing had ever been like this! It wasn't until she opened her lips in a silent gasp that his marauding tongue swept inside the warm cavern of her mouth. At that moment she realized two things; that her hands were in his hair and that she was kissing him back. Immediately, she pulled back and pushed him far enough away that she could slip back into the hall.
She ran from him.
Like a small child scared by the boogeyman under her bed, she ran as if all the hounds of hell were at her heels. It wasn't until she gained the Gryffindor tower that she registered the fact that he had neither attempted to stop her nor to follow. She found that to be a very good thing as she wasn't sure she could escape him again. Hell, she wasn't even sure that she wanted to!
Draco, on the other hand, was kicking himself mentally for the way the entire thing had devolved. He had only wanted to question her and let her know that she should stay away. Instead, she had started in with her smart mouth and wiggling all about, pressing her soft flesh against him and he had just lost it! Why the fuck did she smell so good? Why couldn't she just agree to leave Blaise alone? He had tried to tell her that the whole thing was making him uncomfortable but her smart mouth had gotten on his last nerve and then, well he had kissed her.
Gods, why did he do that? Now he could taste her as well as smell her! It was overwhelming and something deep within was struggling to the surface. Dammit, he didn't have TIME for this now! As he faced the wall that would allow him into the Slytherin's common room, he attempted to pull himself together and replace his furious expression with one of calm collectedness. If he couldn't get Granger to agree to leave Blasie alone, he'd just have to talk it out with the man himself.
However, it was not to be that easy as the young man in question was deep in conversation with Pansy. Eventually, the pair paused and looked around though it was Blaise that invited him into their little tete a tete. "Drake, I was asking Pansy's opinion on Granger. You know old Sluggy is having a Christmas dinner before the break and I want to ask the chit if she'd go with me."
Pansy spoke up, swinging her blunt cut, shoulder-length bob over her shoulder. "I, of course, told him he'd be stupid to go with the mud-"
"Pansy, what did I say about that word," Blaise snapped. "I dislike it intensely and I will not have you saying it while I am around."
Pansy glanced at Draco before turning her attention to the man who sat beside her. "As I said, taking Granger will just make others look at you askance. Not only that, but her friends will try to involve themselves. It's plain madness, Blaise!"
Blaise shrugged, an expression of supreme confidence lighting his features. "I don't give a toss about the others. My circle includes you, Theo and Drake. The rest of them be damned. My mother has no dog in this fight and neither do I. My question is simple. Do you think she'd say yes?"
Draco spoke up then, soft and husky. "She'll go if you ask." He hated to admit it but he knew damned well the bint would agree. Hell, she'd argued about him for Salazar's sake! "I think you're mental for wanting to take the swotty bitch but she'll say yes." With that pronouncement spoken, he turned on one heel and headed for his dorm.
He didn't want to think about Granger anymore.
She didn't want to think about him either but her brain refused to shut up. Instead, she kept picturing his eyes, the feral, angry gleam, the way he held her, the heat of his body, the kiss! No! But her brain refused her advice and played it over and over again until she believed she'd go quite spare. It was then that an owl tapped on the window.
She rushed to open it, noticed for the first time that it was the same owl she had sent off, and stretched out her hand for the missive. He promptly dropped it and retreated so that she could close the window against the icy blasts of air that had invaded the room. With nervous fingers, she tore open the sealed envelope (but not before marveling at the Malfoy crest pressed into the creamy paper) and slipped a piece of parchment out.
With no further ado, she hopped into bed, pulled her curtains, cast a silencing spell and read:
Thank you for your note. I will be sending him something to let him know that I am well aware of his lack of self-care. I would also like to thank you for keeping his issue to yourself as I've received nothing to tell me otherwise. It seems to me that you've gone well beyond your entrusted duty and for that, I thank you, even if he will not.
Hopefully, you will write to me before Christmas break but if you can not, please know that I am in your debt for your attempts at keeping my son safe.
Narcissa Malfoy
Hermione nodded to herself and prepared to slip the note back inside the envelope when she felt something within it. With trembling fingers, she flipped the envelope over and watched as a small silver chain slipped from it with a charm attached, a book. She gave a small gasp, cast a few spells to make sure there were no hexes involved and immediately slipped the chain on. It was rather short and sat just at the base of her throat so that it could be easily seen by others but she did not allow that dissuade her from wearing it.
She gave no thought to Malfoy noting its appearance nor did she believe he would recognize it even if he did see it. She was wrong, of course. How could she have known that every Malfoy piece had a magical signature that was easily felt by one of the family?
(An2; Blaise and Hermione are not this story's ultimate pairing...but gods I wish the story allowed me to take it in that direction just because. Also, I love Narcissa, racist, haughty broad that she is...and I tend to make her softer than she is in the books, simply because I believe she would put her son first if given the chance to do so as evidenced by the ending of DH, ignoring the epilogue. I hate Lucius though....)
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