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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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Hermione’s eyes widened to comic proportions while Malfoy and Rebecca stared curiously at her.
“Alright there?” Malfoy asked.
She nodded dumbly and straightened herself. His hand was still on her back, his thumb rubbing in little circles. Hermione assumed he was trying to be comforting, but instead it reminded her of some very delicious moments in her dream. She felt a tingle up her spine and gave a slight shiver.
Malfoy saw a faint glimmer in her dark hair and he studied the long pin stuck haphazardly in her locks. It could pass as a normal accessory, but it seemed to pulse with a golden glow.
“What’s that in your hair, Professor Granger?”
She reached up to touch it.
“Just a birthday gift from Luna. Why? Thinking of getting one for yourself? I’m not sure gold is your color.” Hermione tried to shake off her reverie.
“Every color is my color, Granger.”
Instead of finding his pompous teasing annoying, she laughed as she walked over to Luna.
“Luna,” Hermione began. “Professor Malfoy seems to be very interested in my birthday gift. Perhaps you could tell him where you bought it so he can acquire one of his own?”
Luna raised her eyebrows at Malfoy while he rolled his eyes at Hermione.
“I do not want a hairpin. It just looked funny for a moment.”
Luna tilted her head to the side. “Well, the shop owner told me that each pin is charmed to lead you to your heart’s desire. He said the runes along the sides can glow if the wearer’s mind is- how shall I say this- preoccupied.”
“What were you thinking about, Granger?” Malfoy’s curiosity piqued even more.
Hermione blushed and looked intensely at Luna, refusing to meet his eyes.
“Nothing interesting. Let’s eat, shall we?”
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Two weeks came and went without incident from either Rebecca or the hairpin. The night of the full moon was upon them and Hermione and Neville had plans to search the forest for any signs of activity while Malfoy and Luna stayed the night with Rebecca.
Armed with their wands and Fang, Hagrid’s boarhound, Hermione and Neville set out into the Forbidden Forest. Their plan was to trail the area where Rebecca was found and hope that whatever bit her would show up. It was a weak plan, Hermione admitted, but it was all they had.
After a thorough sweep of the area, the two perched on a log and waited.
“I hope Malfoy’s being nice to Luna,” Hermione mused aloud.
Neville look at her.
“I’m sure he is. Malfoy’s changed since we knew him at Hogwarts. Surely you’ve noticed that, Hermione.”
“Yes, I’ve noticed. I just can’t shake the feeling that he’s still a git, hiding underneath it all.”
Her companion turned to straddle the log. She followed his lead and sat cross-legged in front of him.
“The first day of school, he came to see me, you know,” Neville confessed. “He apologized for how he treated me in school. Told me that his time on the road forced him to look inward. I mean, he’s still Malfoy- but he’s a more tolerable version now. Less…”
“…biting.”
He nodded.
They both drifted in their own thoughts as a comfortable silence surrounded them.
Hermione was studying the shadows on the surface of the moon when she heard it: a howl.
She looked to Neville, who was standing to face her, wand raised.
Leaves crunched behind her and she spun around. In the distance, she could make out two glowing, amber eyes. Hermione’s pulse raced and sweat gathered along her brow.
A low-pitched growl rumbled and touched her very core.
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Malfoy was perched on Hermione’s couch, with Luna napping to his right and Rebecca coiled at his feet. Her head shot up and she sniffed the air. Malfoy felt it too; something was wrong. His heart began to slam in his chest. He felt like he was running, unable to catch his breath.
Rebecca growled and looked directly into his eyes, grey meeting grey.
He stumbled over her and ran to the window. He flung it open and listened.
A howl echoed through the room.
Malfoy looked over at Rebecca, who was standing, the fur on her back sticking straight up and her teeth bared. Luna was standing next to her, awoken from her nap by the commotion.
“Luna,” he rasped. “What do you feel?”
She shook her head, her eyes narrowing. “Nothing. Do you feel something?”
“Panic. Fear. I think Hermione and Neville are in trouble.”
As soon as she murmured “Go” he was out the door, Rebecca hot on his trail.
By the time they reached the edge of the forest, her nose was on the ground. He hoped she was able to track Hermione. A million thoughts raced through his mind at once. He hadn’t apologized yet. He hadn’t told her about the old witch in New Orleans who reminded him of her in so many ways. He hadn’t told her how the fire in her eyes made his breath hitch.
Rebecca led them deeper and deeper into the forest. Malfoy was struggling to keep up with the young wolf, who leaped with ease over the many obstacles on the dark forest floor. His lungs burned with effort, but every moment he felt like giving up, he pictured her face- sometimes it was the look of utter determination, like the face she made right before she slapped him in third year, or the sight of her laughing with her friends at her birthday party, cheeks tinted cherry with drink. Each time he conjured her face in his mind, it was enough to push his endurance to the limit.
Rebecca stopped at the top of a ravine and let out a fierce cry. He clambered to the edge and looked down. Malfoy’s heart pounded against his ribcage and the air flew from his lungs.
She was there, back to back with Neville, looking like a battle-forged warrior. Her face was set, her eyes ablaze and her hair in a wild halo around her. He could scarcely make out the glowing hairpin tucked into the back pocket of her jeans. It was this image he should have pictured, Malfoy thought to himself as he scrambled down the embankment. This was Hermione in her element: strong and powerful, wielding her magic with grace and determination.
He landed down near her with a heavy thud. She turned and aimed her wand directly at him, then dropped it quickly.
“Draco!” she started the yell over the sounds of Neville’s curses.
Instead of responding, he joined Neville in the fight against the shining eyes in the dark.
“What is it?” he shouted.
“A werewolf, we think, but…” Neville answered, pausing to shoot a well-timed jinx into the trees.
“But it has a wand,” Hermione finished. “It’s large… larger than Remus. The three of us can take it down with a stunning spell, but we have to do it together!”
“On the count of three?” Malfoy asked.
“One! Two! Three!” Neville counted.
“Stupefy!” the three voices screamed in unison.
Deafening silence fell throughout the forest.
The sound of their deep breaths started to fill Malfoy’s ears as he turned around to face Hermione. She took a few steps forward so they were nose-to-nose. He was close enough to see the swirls of caramel in her chocolate-colored eyes and to feel puffs of air against his lips as she struggled to catch her breath.
“Uh, Hermione,” Neville’s soft voice interrupted the moment. “Your bum is shining.”
She turned her head to side to look at Neville, but didn’t draw her face back. Malfoy’s nose brushed against her cheek.
“I’m sorry?” She reached down to feel her back pockets and her fingers wrapped around the thick end of her hairpin. The moment her fingers made contact, a tremble went through her body. Hermione lowered her head slightly.
“What is it?” Malfoy asked, lips brushing her earlobe.
He watched with fascination as goose bumps erupted over her neck.
“Just my hairpin. It seems to be holding a lot of interest with the men in my life these days,” Hermione muttered.
“It glows,” Malfoy responded, as if that explained everything. He reached around and pulled it out of her back pocket. “Can I borrow it? I want to translate the runes.”
She shrugged. “Have at it.”
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Malfoy tossed the hairpin from hand to hand as he sat in bed. He rubbed at the runes with his thumb, mesmerized by the way they seemed to dance under his touch. He had only translated a few; the others were too rare to find in his basic textbooks. So far, Luna’s story was correct. There were several runes for love and attraction. The most confusing symbols were for safety. This alone didn’t confuse him, as protection charms were common in wizard jewelry. It was the grouping of runes that confused him. They were paired with a rune that meant “link” or perhaps “bond.”
Malfoy allowed his mind to drift to earlier in the night. Something had passed between Hermione and him, he was sure of it. If he closed his eyes, he could still taste her breath on his. When he concentrated, he could almost smell her. She smelled like apples and vanilla.
Hermione reminded him of the springtime, when the ice thawed and the flowers began to bloom. Their presence was heralded and cherished by most, but trod on by some. He used to be one of them, unaware of her beauty and light. He was unsure when exactly she changed in his mind.
Sleep was not going to grace him with its presence in a timely manner tonight, he thought. He tossed the pin on the bed next to him and moved over to his desk. He pulled out a fresh sheet of parchment and a quill.
Dear Pansy, he began. Let’s meet this weekend. I’ve got news- as well as a hair accessory that may interest you. He signed it “D.M.” and tucked the note into his robe pocket to send off in the morning. If there was one witch he could count on for information on attraction charms, it was Pansy.
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Her mouth presses gently, almost timidly into his. Her fingers thread through the hair on the nape of his neck. He can smell her, taste her, sweet all around him. Her tongue sweeps along his bottom lip and he opens his mouth to her. She sighs into him and pushes further against his body. She is soft where he is hard and he aches to touch her.
Her lips lower to his neck and then around to his Adam’s apple. She traces it with her teeth, then her tongue, and he moans. She’s kissing down his chest, drawing little patterns on his skin with the tip of her tongue. Her hands move down from his neck and she scrapes her fingernails down his chest. They pass over his nipples and he gives a low rumble.
She’s at his belly button now and she looks up at him. Her eyes are burning him like hot coffee and he can almost feel the heat rising from her. He reaches down to grasp her neck and traces her swollen bottom lip with his thumb.
“Is this what you want?”
He grunts out an affirmation, his voice too filled with need to say any more.
She lowers the waistband of his pants and he sighs when his cock is freed. Her hand wraps around him and she traces the thick veins on the underside of him with the point of her tongue.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
She rubs her nose down his shaft as she lowers her head to kiss his sack. When he can feel her tongue flutter along the seam of it, he groans so loudly that it echoes around the room.
She smiles seductively and he looks in her eyes once again. Before he can gather his wits from the sight in front of him, her mouth closes around the head of his cock. She’s hot and wet… and perfect.
He drops his head back and runs his fingers through her hair. She draws back and asks again, “Is this what you want?”
This time he responds.
“Yes, Hermione. Fuck, yes.”
Her mouth drops around the base and she begins to pump with earnest. He can’t hold it for long, and she can feel it too. Her eyes focus on his and he cries out her name. His warm seed shoots across her tongue and blackness takes over his vision.
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