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The Selkie	By : LalendaFenvarrow Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Five: Revelations

Draco kicked the stone wall and instantly regretted it. Pain shot through his foot.

“Son of a..” Draco shut his mouth as a group of first years walked past.

His talk with Blaise had not gone well. He couldn’t properly explain the situation without exposing Hermione’s secret or creating inconsistencies. It had ended in an argument and Draco storming out. He had to find Hermione; they needed to sort out the details on what they were going to tell everyone.

Draco turned the corner and almost ran into her. Her hair was different. Shells and ribbons had been weaved into her hair. It made her look exotic, more like a Selkie as he had imagined.

“Ah, hi.”

“Hi,” she said shyly.

“Look I need to talk to you,” Draco looked at her hopefully.

“As do I, but not here,” Hermione walked away towards the Head dormitory.

Draco followed silently. As soon as the portrait door closed Hermione sat down of the lounge near the fireplace.

“We’re going to have to tell people. To my closest friends I will be revealing my secret. To everyone else I think we should use the excuse of a potent love potion. We were slipped it at dinner as a prank and due to your marriage contract we are unable to reverse the situation,” Hermione stated, looking into the fire.

“Sounds reasonable,” Draco mumbled.

“I plan on telling Harry and Ron tonight while I still have the courage. I would like you to be there, to explain the marriage contract,” Hermione looked up at Draco hoping he would agree.

“Ok but can we talk first? About what I said in Dumbledore’s office..”

“It’s ok, really I get it. I shouldn’t have expected you to change your views all because of a spell. I don’t expect you to love me, let alone like me but I at least hope for the sake of pup that we can be civil..”

Draco sat next to her and took her face in his hands. He leaned over and kissed her mid-sentence. “You talk too much. Now let me speak. I apologize for what I said, old habits die hard and by the time.. pup.. is born I expect to be rid of them. I know we will be faced with many obstacles because of our situation and I figure I shouldn’t make it worse by being one of them.”

“Thank you. What are we going to do about your parents? I know your father will be furious but what about your mother? I don’t know what she’s like with the whole purebloods for the win mentality,” Hermione saw Draco look at her oddly. “For the win is a muggle term.”

“You guys have some strange customs,” Draco commented.

“Not that strange,” Hermione mumbled.

“Well what do you call that dance you did last night? And that underwear! No pureblooded woman would ever do or wear that!”

It was Hermione’s turn to look at him strangely. “The dance was a strip tease and my underwear is called a g-string. I would have thought the pureblooded community had some sort of sexy lingerie.”

“Nope. In pureblooded society sex on a regular basis is for making children. Sex for pleasure is reserved for anniversaries or special occasions and even then it’s not for the pleasure of the woman,” Draco blushed slightly.

“Oh.. That explains so much,” Hermione scoffed.

Draco poked her arm, “Not funny.”

Hermione looked at Draco to see a slight smile on his face. He seemed to realize what he was doing and transformed it into a smirk. Hermione let her eyes fall.

“My mother isn’t as.. outgoing, in her pureblood beliefs as father. I think she will be angry and upset about the situation. I know how much she’s wanted another child but father won’t allow it. He doesn’t want to take the chance that it will be a girl, born to sully the Malfoy line. I think the fact that she will soon be a grandmother will make her push her prejudices aside. Father however will need some time to adjust,” Draco explained.

“So you fathers not just a racist but a sexist too,” Hermione mumbled.

“He grew up in a different time,” Draco retorted.

Hermione sat there in silence, not wanting to start an argument.

“I’ll go owl the boys. It shouldn’t be long before they are here.” Hermione disappeared into her room.

Draco ran a hand through his hair. The residual magic he still felt was making this situation harder than he thought. While his mind screamed at him to insult her, told him she was not worthy, his whole body would simply not listen. The spell was clouding his mind to his upbringing. When he had gone to call her a Mudblood the spell made him feel guilty. When the hurt had flashed across her face he had felt a pain in his chest and found he didn’t want to cause her pain. He wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and run his fingers through her hair. With her out of the room Draco’s mind was starting to clear. He scowled, she had caught him smiling. A Malfoy never smiled.

Hermione came down from her room to wait with him, her small trunk in hand. Draco shook his head as the fog started to creep back in. Hermione ignored his twitching and they sat in silence until a knock at the portrait sounded. Draco grabbed Hermione’s hand, suddenly wary of what was about to happen.

“It’ll be ok, if we stick together for the sake of pup we can get through this,” Hermione patted his hand before going to answer the door.

“Harry, Ron, please come in,” Hermione said joyfully.

“Hermione! Thanks for inviting us over. I thought we were going to meet up at Gryffindor tower so we didn’t have to,” Ron said as he walked in. He spotted Draco’s head poking over the top of the lounge, “deal with him.”

“Ron please,” Hermione scowled. Ron looked at her surprised.

“What? Do you really expect me to be nice to the slimy git?”

Hermione closed her eyes. “Please, just sit, both of you.”

Harry and Ron looked at each other, puzzlement on their faces.

They sat across from Draco, who was rubbing his temple and tilting his head in an effort to clear his mind. Draco nodded to the two boys and Harry gave a curt nod back, Ron just glared.

Hermione plunked down next to Draco and stared at her two best friends. “I have something very important to tell you both and it will not be easy for me to explain but..”

“Your hair looks nice,” Ron cut in.

“But I want you both to let me finish talking before you interrupt,” Hermione glowered at Ron.

“Why does he have to be here for this?” Ron jerked his chin in Draco’s direction.

“Because this involves him Ronald now please just shut up and let me explain,” Hermione raised her voice at him.

Ron opened his mouth to retort but Harry put a hand on Ron’s shoulder. “Let her talk Ron.”

Ron sank back into the lounge and crossed his arms, sending death glares at Draco.

“Since you’ve known me you have believed me to be a muggle-born witch. This however is not the case. While my father may be muggle my mother is not. I could not reveal this to you both before as it was not just my secret to bear but also my mothers. I cannot stress how much this secret needs to be protected and I am telling you both because I trust you. There is however an aspect of this situation that I know neither of you will like and so I need you both to do something for me before I proceed,” Hermione pulled out her wand and waved it. Two goblets appeared each with a blue liquid in them. “This potion is for keeping secrets. The drinker is not allowed to tell the secret without permission. Although I trust you both completely, I do not know what you will say or do in anger,” she looked pointedly at Ron,” and so to ease both my nerves and my mother’s nerves I need you both to drink the potion.”

Everyone sat in silence as Harry drank the potion. He looked over at Ron who still had his eyes on Draco. Harry elbowed Ron and gestured at the goblet. Ron grabbed the cup and drank its contents without even breaking eye contact.

“Go on Hermione,” Harry encouraged.

“Thank you. My mother is not a muggle but a magical creature called a Selkie. My father carry’s the magical gene and so I was gifted with the ability to do magic. Due to this I am not entirely sure what that makes my blood status but I am certainly no muggle-born,” Hermione poked Draco in the arm. She went on to explain her situation as a Selkie and the consequences of having her seal skin discovered by another man. “Yesterday I wasn’t feeling well because my seal skin had been taken.” Hermione nudged Draco.

Draco broke eye contact with Ron. “I was intrigued by Hermione’s comings and goings and wanted to know her secret. I thought that if I could figure out what it was I could use it against her. I broke into her room and found her chest. After numerous tries to get it open I finally succeeded. When I saw her seal skin I was instantly entranced. When I touched it the magic took over and I had an uncontrollable urge to hide it from her. I now realize that while it was my original plan to hide it the spell magnified this. When she came back she confronted me about the theft. During this confrontation she touched me and the spell took a hold over her and we were both entranced. Last night we had no control over our actions. As per the spells conditions we married but used one of my family’s marriage certificates. They are magically and legally binding. There is nothing we can do to break it and Dumbledore concurs. We still have hope that something may be discovered that will allow us to get the marriage annulled but it is so slim we shouldn’t get our hopes up. Hermione and I have a hope that you will eventually come to terms with this and will be there to support her. We understand if you need time to adjust and know you may need space.”

Hermione looked at Draco, startled at the use of her first name. A heavy silence filled the room. Minutes ticked by and still the boys just sat and stared.

Hermione let a tear escape but quickly brushed it away, “Please say something.”

Harry licked his lips, preparing what he was about to say.

“This is ridiculous! There is no way Hermione can be a fucking Sellie or whatever!” Ron burst out.

“I’m a Selkie Ron,” Hermione said quietly.

“You are not. You are a muggle-born. Malfoy has you under some kind of spell. You are delusional and we are taking you to the hospital wing now to get this reversed, aren’t we Harry?”

“Ron, think about what you are saying. This is Hermione. She wouldn’t lie to us unless she had a good reason. I believe what she says is true,” Harry tried reasoning.

Ron turned on him, “You’re mad if you believe any of that! The potion has to be Malfoy’s idea of keeping us from revealing his plan.”

“Ronald Bilius Weasley! Stop this nonsense this instant. How can you not believe me? I am one of your closest friends. I can assure you I am completely clear headed and what I tell you is the truth,” Hermione urged.

“I’ve had enough of this, come on Hermione,” Ron grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the portrait door.

Draco felt the fog over his mind twinge. He needed to protect Hermione.

“Let her go Weasley,” Draco sneered, stepping between them forcing Ron to let go of Hermione.

“Or what Malfoy? Curse me like you have Hermione?” Ron got right up in Draco face.

‘I have to stop this,’ Hermione thought. She suddenly had an idea that Ron couldn’t deny. None of the boys paid any attention to Hermione as she went over to the chest and unlocked it, pulling out her seal skin.

“Ron please calm down. I know you like Hermione more than a friend but please don’t let that blind you,” Harry stood behind Ron and tried to turn him away from Draco. “Come on mate, think reasonably here. They’ve seen Dumbledore. You’re only going to make things worse.”

“I am not going to let Hermione continue to be married to this pureblood bastard,” Ron stared up at Draco. Unfortunately Draco was a few inches taller than Ron. “She’s mine ferret; you are not going to take her away from me!”

Harry saw movement from behind Draco. “Er.. Hermione?” Harry’s eyes widened as he took in the spectacle of her undressing.

“She was never yours to begin with Weasel!” Draco spat.

“Will you both shut up and look at Hermione!” Harry yelled.

Both boys turned to see Hermione there, stark naked.

‘What is she doing?’ Draco grabbed a blanket off the back of the lounge and went to cover Hermione’s body. She pushed his hands away and pulled the seal skin up her thighs and over her hips.

She looked up at Ron with hard eyes. “Tell me I’m lying.” She pulled it up an inch further and instantly the seal skin adhered to her human skin.

Hermione fell onto the lounge as she changed into her Selkie form. The grey brown colour from her skin continued up the sides of her body and down her arms in the form of speckled markings. Her fingers became slightly webbed and her nails became claws. Three long, slightly curved hairs sprouted from both of her eyebrows as the speckles continued down the sides of her face. The speckles covered her breasts and her nipples disappeared. A shimmering occurred as seal fur sprouted in each of the speckles.

“So Ron, what’s your verdict?” Hermione asked showing off her slightly pointed teeth, her canines being more pronounced.

Ron’s eyes were as wide as saucers. He let out a noise as he backed away past Harry and ran out of the dormitory. Hermione breathed in and looked at Harry.

“I never doubted you Mione. Give me time to get used to the idea of you being married to Malfoy here and I’ll be right. You’re not the first person I know to have a secret that involves turning into an animal,” Harry chuckled. “Please forgive Ron. You know how he’s been holding a torch for you. Lately he’s become a bit paranoid, especially with you having to share close quarters with the enemy. Finding out you were now with Malfoy was a bit of a shock to his system I think,” Harry looked at her pleading.

Hermione nodded and looked at the floor. She hadn’t quite realized how obsessed Ron was with her. Draco came over to the lounge, lifted her tail and sat under neither it.

“My guess is that it was too much information for his little brain to compute,” Draco snickered.

Hermione lifted her tail and slapped it down into Draco’s lap. Harry cringed as Draco clutched at his groin.

“I need those,” Draco gasped.

“Not anymore,” She shot back.

“So this morning..” Harry started and looked coyly at Hermione.

Hermione’s cheeks went bright red, “Was the aftermath of the spell.”

Harry nodded, his own cheeks turning red as he remembered the incident. “I should go find Ron,” He went over to Hermione and kissed the top of her head. Harry proceeded to exit but stopped. “Malfoy, a word of advice, try not to provoke her if you still want to have children.”

Draco gave Harry a thumbs up, “Noted.”

When they were alone Hermione let out a sigh “that could have gone better.”

“Mmm,” Draco groaned.

Hermione looked at him, still clutching himself.

“I’m sorry,” the look of pain was making her feel guilty.

Draco leaned towards Hermione and rested his head on her stomach. “It’s ok,” he mumbled. Draco ran his hand over Hermione’s seal tail.

“It’s so soft,” he mused, feeling a tingling in his hand from the magic.

Hermione swatted his head gently. Draco scoffed at her but continued to stroke her seal skin.

“Why did you kiss me before?” Hermione asked.

Draco shrugged, “Despite what I’ve been raised to believe, I do find you attractive.”

“Don’t be silly. The spell is over Draco,” Hermione said and began playing with his hair.

Draco started to lightly kiss her stomach. Hermione giggled.

“Stop! It’s tickles.”

Draco smirked and continued kissing her. He slowly moved up her body, between her breasts, up her neck and to her lips. Hermione gasped and moaned into the kiss. The feelings he stirred in her body were unlike any she’d ever felt. No man she’d been with had been able to cause this reaction from just kissing. She slid her hands down her body to remove her seal skin. Draco stopped her hand as she was about to break the binds.

“Don’t,” He breathed. “My mind is clouded from the spell. When I’m in your presence it gets worse. When.. if.. we do anything intimate I want it to be on our own terms, not the spells. Like I said, I want you to be my equal, not a slave, and that includes the effects from the spell. While my mind is screaming at me to do it I don’t feel right having sex with you because of a spell. I just want to kiss and cuddle you, if you will allow it. From here let’s forget how far we have physically been and just take things at a normal pace. I don’t want to do anything because magic is influencing me or you,” Draco stroked the side of her face. Her silky seal fur was soft under his touch.

“But, I’m..” Hermione started, gesturing towards her tail.

“Shh. I don’t want you to hide who you are,” Draco smiled and enveloped her lips again, “But please note that if we go any further than kissing, I want human Hermione.”

She smiled up at him. Perhaps people can change.

“By the way, can I have my sheet back please?”

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AN: When I started writing this chapter (4 & 5) I wasn’t sure how I should end it. In the end I decided on a nice, sweet scene, especially after Ron’s tizzy fit. Do not fret, there will be more intimate scenes.

Due to my RSI flaring up from all my typing and PC gaming, chapters/updates may become delayed. My apologies but unfortunately I need to limit my computer usage :'(

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