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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: Point spread noted during the quidditch match was verified with usual suspects as noted last chapter. Same with the party after the match, though I assume Saturday for everything unless specifically stated...I have not made note of this before but in the books, the Owlery is located within the confines of the school, NOT outside on the grounds nor housed separately. That is the layout I choose to work with. Also~ hello to Jacat and Anon-DramioneLover. Thank you for your reviews--and I always say ignoring the epilogue simply because it pissed me off so badly that I kinda read it once and never again.)
The following weekend was the first Quidditch match of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Draco, for some odd reason, was not playing; instead, a dark-skinned snake by the name of Harper took his position for the game. Though Hermione had no idea what was going on, especially once Luna began her nonsensical commenting, the game itself was exciting (though more brutal than usual) with Gryffindor beating Slytherin by a 250 point margin.
Everyone was in high spirits and the party that night in the common room was loud and boisterous. Hermione had even begun to enjoy herself when she noticed Lavender Brown attached to Ron like a limpet, their lips seemingly locked in battle. Though she had long given up on Ron paying her ANY attention (not that she'd actually required it for the past year or two), the sight of it hurt her feelings way down deep where she couldn't deny it to herself anymore so she made plans to escape.
Ginny noticed her expression and had moved toward her but Hermione had gone from the room quickly and headed for the owlery to send off a quick note to Narcissa (he'd been attending classes again, didn't look so scruffy) before hitting the library. With a sniff and a sigh, the bushy-haired female retreated to her usual corner and pulled out some of her owed work, an essay for Transfiguration. If she was going to be miserable, she felt that she might as well get to work. Unbeknownst to her, a certain blond was also in the library, seated in an even darker corner with his eyes firmly fixed on her.
He'd sensed her almost as soon as she entered, the sweet scent of vanilla and sandalwood a balm to his aching head and battered soul. There was no way he would ever admit it out loud but he had found himself moving closer to her in their shared classes just so he could catch her scent whenever she shifted in her seat or tossed her bushy mane of curls away from her face. Part of that was to be near but the other reason was his friend, Blaise. That particular male was making it damned difficult for Draco to ignore the girl as the dark-skinned wizard was always talking about the swot; drawing attention to her eyes, her skin, her fucking mouth.
He despised it.
Just as the library was due to close, one of the school's owls swooped in and dropped off a small envelope. He watched as she opened it, read the contents with a downturned mouth and pulled something both small and silver from the envelope before she stuffed the papers into her satchel. With nary a pause, slim fingers removed the necklace she always wore to add yet another charm. At this point, Draco stood up and stalked toward's Hermione's table, only pausing when the girl glanced up. It was then that he saw the necklace nestled against the hollow of her throat and his question cracked out. "How did you get that?"
Hermione paused, her hand going to her throat and covering the thin chain nestled there. "This? It was a gift."
"From who? It's a Malfoy piece or at least the necklace is as I can feel the woven protection spells. It was my mother's so how did YOU get it?"
Hermione swallowed and decided that the truth would serve her better than a lie. "Your mother sent it to me after I owled her as she asked me to, way back in September. She was worried for you and wanted me to keep an eye out for any erratic behavior and the like, to let her know if you were suffering. I kept my word, just as she wanted, and she sent me this in return."
As she spoke, she noted the stormy gray eyes growing darker so she quieted herself and waited for an explosion that did not come. Instead, she watched him with a wary gaze as he leaned over the table and drew her fingers away from the slender chain. His long digit traversed the silken skin where it rested before he finally murmured; "A wolf's head and a book? Why do you think you received the first one, Granger? The second is self-explanatory but what about the first one?"
"Wolves are loyal to their pack, their family and their mate. I assumed she sent it along because of the loyalty I've shown to both you and her after the last note I sent," was Hermione's softly stated reply. "She just sent me the wolf tonight."
Draco nodded before his hand slid from the front of her neck to the back, his grip on her nape harsh but not bruising. "Are you the reason I received an owl with a letter that reamed me out for not taking proper care of myself physically and for not attending classes as I should?"
Hermione nodded, her voice caught in her chest at the look on his face. She noticed for the first time that he appeared to be gaining weight and that the dark circles beneath his eyes had paled considerably. When the silence had become almost oppressive, the blond male released her and took a step back. A smirk graced his handsome (HANDSOME??) features and his eyes had lightened to their normal hue of glistening almost silver.
"So, you've watched me far more than I thought, Granger. Were you worried over my dissolution," he purred, a seductive sound.
"N-no, I just did as I was asked. Your appearance was not up to your usual standards, Malfoy. If I noticed it, surely others did as well. Whatever else you are up to, appearances must be kept." Hermione spoke primly, even as she readied herself to leave the quiet confines of the library.
He gave a low chuckle and turned on his heel but as he strode away, he called out a final statement, his voice filled with an emotion she could not name. "If you were truly loyal, Granger, you would leave my friend alone as I have asked you to, repeatedly." Then he was gone.
Hermione shook her head and finished gathering her things. She didn't understand what he was on about but her hand rose to trace the necklace once more and she wondered, for just a mere moment, why Narcissa had sent the wolf charm. With a shake of her head, she banished the thought and swept from the library under the piercing stare of Madame Pince. She would worry about it later.
Of course, by the time she had returned from her travels, she was met by the disgusting sight of Lavender and Ron, in the hallway, kissing as if their very lives depended upon it. The sight made her feel physically ill and without thought, she whipped out her wand and sent a flock of birds after the redhead. Then she stomped her way into the common room and up the stairs. "I will not be abused by the sight of Ron and his newest bint. If he didn't remember I existed, I am sure he does now!' Those thoughts did nothing to fix her stupid pride or the shattered remains of any dreams she had once harbored. So, after silencing her bed, the young woman gave into a bout of tears and thanked Merlin that she had discovered males long before she'd turned her thoughts toward one of her best friends.
At least she had an inkling of what she was about.
~Ever Onward~
The next month was filled with homework, quiet talks with Blaise in the library or out by the lake and being ignored by both Harry and Ron. At least that was the case until the night of Slughorn's party. Hermione had opted for a floaty white dress with a delicate scooped neckline, an empire waist and a scalloped hem which fell to the middle of her calves. Small heels in a neutral shade of taupe elongated her legs so that she looked a smidge taller and her hair had been tossed up into a neat ballerina bun, a few tendrils left loose to surround her face.
As soon as she'd walked downstairs, Ron had started.
"Where are you going all dressed up?"
"I have a date to Slughorn's party."
"Yeah," he sneered, "who would be asinine enough to take you? I mean you can dress up but you're still a bitch. I can't imagine anyone would bother."
Just then Cormac McLaggen entered the common room, his dark green eyes fastening to the diminutive figure of Hermione. He walked toward her and once in reach, grasped her hand to brush a soft kiss upon her knuckles. "I would have taken you, Granger, if you would have asked. So, who are you going with?"
Hermione smiled sweetly and answered, "Blaise Zabini. Now, if you will excuse me?"
A moment later she was gone, leaving behind a fuming Ron and a gobsmacked Cormac. As for Hermione? She was pleased to note that Blaise was on time and looking dapper in a well-cut€ suit and robe tailored to fit his lithely built frame. She shrugged her robe on, after giving him a chance to take in her appearance and then placed her small hand on his forearm, her smile bright and friendly. Had she looked at Blaise's face, she would have seen the same expression lingering there.
The party was dull, dull, dull. In fact, it wasn't until after dinner ended that she began to have any fun. Blaise, as usual, made funny yet snide comments about everyone and everything. She spent a goodly portion of the evening giggling hysterically and avoiding Harry's glares. At one point Luna had wandered over to give her a hug and to be properly introduced to her date. Blaise, being the smooth Slytherin that he inherently was, started flirting which also caused Hermione to smirk with glee.
And then, everything kind of went to shit.
Malfoy had tried to sneak in and had been caught by none other than Filch. He had claimed a need to speak to Blaise but no one believed him, least of all Blaise. In fact, the dark-skinned male had leaned close and whispered to Hermione that Draco had probably come to stare at her some more. This caused a rush of heat and color to her cheeks and that was made worse by Draco's gleaming gaze zeroing on her with an intensity that stole her breath.
Luna took that moment to wonder out loud, "When is the full moon?"
Both Blaise and Hermione gaped at the ethereal blonde but neither one answered her. Instead, they returned their gazes to Draco who was being marched out by a very irate Snape. Luna's innocent query did register, though and Hermione gave thought to it. Tonight was the 20th of December. She counted the days and realized that the full moon would fall on Christmas Eve. Since the last class had been that afternoon (Friday), Draco would have his change at home. Although she knew there would be no cause for worry, after all, he'd dealt with it at home before he came to school, she still felt a small inkling of unease.
Once the party wrapped up, Blaise had escorted her back to the tower and left her with a soft kiss to the back of her hand and a sweet smile. Hermione had felt a faint flutter in the pit of her stomach but it was somewhat lacking when compared to the rise Malfoy could garner. With that thought uppermost, Hermione stepped pensively through the portrait and into the common room.
"I heard Snape arguing with Malfoy. I swear it sounds like he has some sort of plan and Snape is trying to help."
Hermione said nothing and kept her own council but Harry was not happy with that turn of events and tried to draw her into the conversation.
"What do you think Hermione?"
Ron gave a gruff laugh and answered, "Why are you asking the snake lover? Hell, she probably knows all about it!"
Hermione crossed her arms and glared at her redheaded friend before she turned her attention to Harry. "Snape is a professor, Harry, and Dumbledore trusts him! I doubt that he is trying to actively cause harm to the school or anyone in it!"
"Yes but..." Harry tried to plead his case.
"No, Harry! Either you trust in Dumbledore or you don't! You can't have it both ways!" With that, Hermione turned toward the stairs leading to the girl's dorms and left her two friends behind. Of course, Ron had to have the last word and they were as venomous as she'd expected.
"How's it feel to finally be a Slytherin slag? Is it worth losing your friends over?"
Hermione paused in the center of the steps with tears coursing over her cheeks before she turned to look back at the pair. "You know, Ronald, I've forgiven you for a lot. I've tried and tried to be a good friend to you and Harry but what has that gotten me? Nothing. So, if my choice in friends causes me to lose the pair of you, then I guess we were never friends to begin with. You just used me to help you with your work, walking encyclopedia that I seem to be. Have a good night."
She finished the climb to her dorm with shocked silence roiling behind her.
Saturday was filled with avoidance and correspondence. She avoided Blaise and Draco, Ron and Harry, professors and Ginny. The only person she couldn't escape was Luna as the blonde female had found the young woman hiding in the library and spent almost an hour trying to coax a smile to Hermione's full lips with her nonsensical quips.
Eventually, it worked.
Once her mood improved slightly, she turned her attention to writing Narcissa a quick note, thanking her for the newest charm and filling her in on Draco's improved appearance and classroom habits. After a moment's thought, she also asked a question that had bothered her ever since Draco had brought it to her attention. In part, she wrote:
Forgive my impertinence but why did you give me a wolf charm? Once your son brought it to my attention I found myself pondering the same thing. Even though I've not mentioned it in previous reports, the idea of it has been sitting in the back of my mind. I always thought it represented loyalty but by his expression, I have to assume that I was wrong. Could you please tell me what it is supposed to mean?
She wanted to note Harry's continued stalking of Draco but decided that was going too far in her reporting since Harry was her best friend. She did provide a warning of sorts though.
Please tell your son (once he is home) to take better care of his comings and goings. Certain people have noted it and that could cause trouble for him, the kind of trouble he does not need at this time.
As always, she left the missive unsigned and made her way to the owlery. As soon as she stepped into the cold tower, the rustle of restless wings was heard and soft trills and hoots filled the silence. Hermione felt a smile tug her lips upward as she crossed the vast expanse to the barn owl who had delivered her notes before.
"Will you take this to Narcissa Malfoy? Do not deliver it to her hand until she is alone."
The owl hooted his readiness and the young woman handed him the rolled scroll which had been wrapped in green ribbon.
"She may choose to reply. Wait a few moments before leaving, just in case." She reached into her coat pocket and fed him a treat before watching him launch himself into the star-filled sky.
Once the feathered courier was gone, she retraced her steps and ended up sitting alone in a small alcove, just off the Hall of Hexes. Sadness weighed on her as she allowed herself to ponder the idea that she would not be traveling to the Burrow for Christmas this time nor could she go home as her parents had a convention they wanted to attend during the holiday. Though she had told no one else, the quiet young woman had added her name to Professor McGonagall's list of students who would be staying at Hogwarts for Christmas.
Tears welled up and slid down, her eyes darkening into a milk chocolate hue with every silent sob. Almost half an hour later, she attempted to pull herself together. Slender hands scrubbed at her tear-stained face, and she found herself oddly thankful that she did not wear make-up as she was sure she would have ended up looking quite raccoon-like.
Just as she had risen with a low groan caused by numb legs and a sore behind, she heard footsteps approaching. Before she could step into the light, a warm body collided with hers. Long, supple fingers grasped her waist tightly as a taller, lean form pressed her back against the wall, that body blocking her from being able to see the hall behind him. With a quiet sigh, she opened her eyes and looked into the gray orbs of Draco Malfoy.
"What?"
"I've been looking for you. So has Blaise. Why have you hidden yourself away today," the blond queried. "Have you finally decided that you are better off listening to my request?"
Hermione shook her head. "No. I just wasn't in the mood for conversation or company. I'm still not. What do you want Dra...Malfoy?"
He leaned closer, bent his head so that his voice could find her ear as he whispered, "I don't know, Granger but I do know what Blaise wants." He paused. "He wanted you to arrange for him to talk to Looney Lovegood."
Hermione smiled slightly. Though Blaise still gave her a small case of the butterflies it was nothing like what Draco caused with one piercing look. That boy gave her chills and had ever since the kiss. Hell, he made her weak-kneed with but a glance of a certain kind, much like the way he was looking at her now: Hungry. Wanting. Waiting.
"Tell Blaise to meet us in the library tomorrow, just after lunch. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to the tower before curfew."
"No," he responded. "I like you right here. In fact, I would prefer it if, after the break, you would give me my assignments, personally."
Hermione jerked against him, her frame shivering lightly at his tone. "Are you sure about that? Your friends, well besides Blaise, would make your life hellish and I doubt you'd be willing to stomach that for a mudblood."
Draco took a step back, though his hands remained on her waist. "Do you honestly think that my supposed friends would still BE my friends if they knew I was tainted, a half-breed? I can tell you flat out that even Pansy would be disgusted." With a touch of hesitation, a hint of sorrow, he continued on. "I call you mudblood because that is how I've always spoken to you. It's become a habit. However, it is difficult to see you as less than when I am far from pure."
Hermione took a deep breath unmindful of the way his gray eyes darkened slightly at the rise and fall of her small breasts. "I can give your missed work to you if that is what you prefer. That will not interrupt my friendship with Blaise, though."
He nodded. "I didn't expect that it would as I find the idea less disturbing since his ardor seems to be directed elsewhere." He gave a crooked grin which quite stopped her breath. "Tell me, did you ever ask my mother about the wolf charm?"
"Not until tonight. She may even tell me if she has a chance to write back." Hermione glanced down, eyes focused on the tips of her shoes. "I will be here all break anyway, so whenever she has a moment to write me back, I will be easy enough to find."
"You are not leaving?" He quirked an eyebrow at her as his mobile mouth formed a small frown. "I assumed you'd be going with Weaslbee and his lot or maybe your parents."
"The first used to be an option but not anymore and the second one is also not an option as my parents have work-related duties that will take them from London." She sighed and finally noticed that his hands had slipped from her waist to stroke her back in small circles. It was then that the owl flew into a spot beside her and dropped another envelope by her side before flying off.
"Your mother has replied," she whispered. "Maybe you should step back so that I can see what she has to say?"
Draco did so, begrudgingly, and Hermione swiftly bent down to retrieve the missive. With her heart beating a rapid tattoo, the frazzled young woman opened the envelope and withdrew a heavy sheet of stationary. She stepped forward so that the diffuse light of the torches would allow her a chance to read what was written within. A few minutes later, the color had drained from her cheeks before becoming suffused with a blush that heated her skin.
"So, what does she say," Draco asked, his voice a low growl.
"Um..well uh. I-I'll read it to you." She took a deep breath and then continued.
"Thank you for writing to me and telling me of the people interested in my son's doings. I am quite sure you hesitated before divulging such damning information but it seems my trust in you has been well placed though you chose to not provide names. You seem to be quite loyal so I can only assume that some of those people are your friends, since they remained nameless in your missive. All I can say about that is that my son has other worries beyond his change and he can not avoid them without endangering all he holds dear. Do not question him on this as it will only make him angry and cause more questions than answers.
About the wolf's head charm; as you've suspected, it refers to your loyalty but it is also my hope that you are drawn to my son as he is drawn to you, though he does much to deny it. Most of that comes from what he has been taught and I am just as guilty as his father in that teaching. I have since come to understand that those beliefs are detrimental to my health. My wish is that my son gains that same knowledge though I am sure it will be nigh impossible to change his mind due to the things he is now dealing with.
As I am sure you will have nothing else to report until February at the earliest, I will bid you a Happy Yule and Christmas in the hopes that the new year brings about the changes I so desperately crave and that my son so desperately needs.
Until then,
Narcissa Malfoy"
Hermione stopped reading and glanced into the molten gaze of the man the letter had been about. Draco, for his part, merely looked intrigued as the words had been rather telling, thus her embarrassment in reading it out loud.
Finally, the blond spoke up. "I will not ask names, nor will I tell you my worries as my mother calls them. I will only tell you that there is one thing I refuse to do and I expect to be punished quite thoroughly later." He paused. "Are you drawn to me, Granger?"
She returned her gaze to the floor and refused to answer but it seemed he would not accept that as his fingers found her chin and raised her head until he could see her eyes. "Will you not answer? Are you afraid? Have no words?"
Hermione only shook her head and glanced away.
Draco moved slightly until he could capture her gaze once more. "Being drawn to you is...detrimental... and yet I can not deny it," he drawled quietly. "Why do you think Blaise's apparent interest in you pissed me off? There is something there, a certain feeling. I can not quantify it. I do not have the words to do so." He stepped into her, herded her into the darkness until her back met the wall and she had no escape. "So, I will ask again. Are you drawn to me, Granger?" That question was whispered into her ear, his husky tones sending shivers down her spine.
She drew one breath and then another. "I don't know. I am constantly aware of you. I can feel you all the time but if I were to allow myself to be drawn to you? That would be stupid on my behalf, wouldn't it? It's not like I can do anything about it,"
Her admission was met with a dark chuckle, and then she felt his nose as it slipped away from her ear and down to the tender curve of her neck. Warm lips found the rapid pounding of her pulse and came to sip there, instantly tightening her stomach as her hands rose, of their own accord, to twine into his silken tresses. She felt him stiffen slightly before his mouth opened so that his tongue could taste her skin. A shiver, from her, from him? She couldn't tell as heat flared under her skin, melting her bones.
Moments later he had stepped back, his eyes a molten gleam. "I have my answer and if you are as honest with yourself as I am now trying to be, then you have your answer as well. I will be joining you in the library tomorrow." With that, he turned and sped away, leaving her confused and overheated.
(AN2: In the books, Hermione went HOME for a break or that was my take on it since she was not mentioned with Harry until later...I didn't want that and neither did she, therefore we have what we have now. The Slug Club party's date was noted in the HBP and I just genuinely loved the idea of HG and BZ going together as friends, thus ignoring the octopus known as Cormac McLaggen. I did try to include part of the disagreement concerning Malfoy and Snape but it had it's own spin and fall out. This was to keep continuity with the world as is as well as my take. Also, you may note that Hermione is acting OOC concerning the information given to NM but in my defense, I think that Hermione lies best by omission and she would have said NOTHING if she felt it would have put Harry in true harm's way...thus the lack of names or concrete evidence.)
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