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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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(AN 1: As always, the date noted is correct as is the full moon date in the previous chapter ...because I am anal retentive. I also love the idea of Luna and Blaise. He is so quiet, haughty, and vain in the books that it is easy to imbue him with all sorts of endearing qualities to even it out. Same with Luna...she is self-assured enough to not CARE what others believe. She is intelligent enough to be a Ravenclaw but is sweet and airy enough to be just a little bit outre'. I love her.)
Meeting the other three in the library had been a wake-up call. Draco had sat silently, at the beginning of the encounter, his gaze firmly fixed on Hermine, as if he could probe her mind or learn her secrets if he watched her for long enough. As for the witch in question? She was still shaken by their encounter the night before which meant she had a hard time following the conversation or returning Malfoy's penetrating stare.
Of course, Blaise noticed. It was far too obvious for him not to yet he kept silent about the flush that coated the roundness of Hermione's cheeks and the slow breaths that his friend took in whenever the frizzy-haired female shifted in her seat. Instead, he forced himself to give all of his attention to the slight woman who sat across from him, her light blue-gray gaze flitting around the bookshelves before coming to rest, once more, on him.
"Will you write to me over break, Blaise," the ethereal chit asked him, a small smile hovering over her thin lips. "It would be nice to hear from you."
Blaise nodded. "If that is what you want, Luna. Perhaps we can continue to learn about one another through correspondence."
Luna glanced at Hermione. "You know you are welcome to return home with me. I can not imagine you want to stay here alone."
Draco intervened at that point. "She will not be alone for long. I am returning the night of Boxing Day. Mother's idea." Still, he held her gaze with his own as he spoke, a gentle reminder that he was there.
"When did your mother tell you that," Hermione asked quietly.
"She wrote to me last night at the same time she wrote to you. Your friendly barn owl dropped my letter off first before coming to find you."
Blaise hid a smirk. It had been fun teasing Draco and he had been drawn to Hermione, initially. He had enjoyed their talks and getting to know her but as time went on, he had finally admitted to himself that pushing Draco was damaging to their friendship. Once he realized that, he had taken a step back and truly thought about his feelings for the attractive bookworm. It was then that he acknowledged that though they were friends, he felt only slightly more than that. He was sure she felt the same way, probably due to the man who sat beside him. He felt lucky that Luna had caught his attention.
Just then, Harry had interrupted their conversation. "Hermione, I need to talk to you...alone."
"Yes, Harry," her voice rising in inflection even as she rose from her seat and took a step toward the raven-haired young man. She heard a low growl, felt it ghost along her spine, but continued to move forward until she had reached her friend's side. "What's wrong?"
Harry took her hand and tugged her away from the group, practically dragging her behind him until they were surrounded by towering shelves of books. "I wanted to know what you are doing for Christmas."
Hermione huffed and crossed her arms just below her breasts. "Staying here. Why?"
Harry used a hand to tug at a lock of his messy hair. "I don't like the idea of you being here alone where anyone could get to you. Are you sure you won't..."
"Don't. If I have to spend any time with Ronald, I might very well lose my mind. I'll be fine. There aren't many who will be here over the holiday and quite frankly I could use the quiet."
The young man nodded and glanced down at his hands. "I hate that we aren't close, not like usual, Hermione. I hate that we aren't talking and that all we seem to do is argue. I hate that I feel stuck in the middle of you and Ron's arguments and that Ron is too stupid to just admit he cares about you."
Hermione snorted in disbelief. "Harry, you are still one of my best friends. Nothing will ever change that, no matter how much you anger me. I know you get stuck in the middle a lot and I hate that but I never try to make you choose; Ron does! As for his caring about me? I used to want that, so much. I don't anymore. More things are happening than I can tell you. Secrets that are not mine to tell but never doubt that you are my brother. Now stop worrying okay? After tomorrow, you get a whole eleven days to enjoy your freedom! I expect you to make the most of it."
Harry reached out to enfold her in a quick embrace before he reluctantly released her. "Okay. I will let you return to your study partners."
She found it odd that he didn't make a bigger deal out of the fact that she had been with Draco and Blaise as well as Luna but she decided to just let it go. Maybe he was tired of her denials? Maybe he trusted her? She couldn't tell. With a quick grin, she pressed a kiss to his cheek and then scurried away, back to the table that held her friends...and a very irate Draco who glared at her until she had resumed her seat across from him.
"Why do I smell Potter on your clothes," he growled with a sneer plastered across his pointed features. "Did your other boyfriend want to spend a quiet moment before he left tomorrow afternoon?"
"Why, Malfoy? Are you jealous? Do you want me to hug you, too," Hermione flippantly replied with a smirk.
Both Blaise and Luna snorted quiet laughs but Draco was too busy glaring holes through her skull to notice. "Don't be a smart ass, mu..." He paused, swallowed, apologized. "Sorry. I told you it's a habit. Being angry makes it easier to slip into that mode of expression." He looked away, his eyes gleaming. "Also yes, I want a hug, too." His words were a murmur.
Hermione blushed and dropped her gaze to her entwined hands. "Well if you weren't such a wanker, I'd give you one."
He released a startled laugh and the tremulous peace was restored. Soon enough, the conversation began to flow and before long, the foursome realized that dinner would soon be upon them. Blaise spoke first, his handsome features screwed up in a pouting grimace.
"Damnit! I didn't think we'd been this long!"
Draco nodded even as Luna stood up with a small groan and gave a long stretch. "Good conversation makes time fly by...and we haven't any billywigs to blame it on! Hermione, will you be alright?"
The young woman in question gave a small shrug. "Sure, Luna. What can happen to me between leaving the library and reaching the Great Hall?"
"Oh, okay," the lithe blonde said happily. "Blaise, will you walk with me?"
The dark-skinned man gave a bright smile and stood up, reaching for the pale hand of the girl who had begun to entrance him. "Why surely, Miss Lovegood, it would be my pleasure." He then tugged her away from the table.
Hermione shoved some books and parchment into her bag before she also stood and made ready to escape but Draco reached out a hand to stop her, his eyes fastened on her features as if he were drinking her in. Finally, he spoke. "I do want that hug, Granger..."
"Hermione," she interrupted. "If you want a hug then, when we are alone or with people you trust, you must call me by my given name."
He gave her a slow smile. "Hermione. That is a mouthful but much nicer than mudblood or Granger. I will endeavor to remember. So, about that hug, Hermione. I'd appreciate it if you'd get rid of the smell of Potter before you bless me with your embrace. Maybe later, before curfew, by the alcove where you were crying?"
She blushed, a bright crimson wash of color that stained her golden-hued cheeks. "Is it only a hug you'll be wanting, Draco?"
"I will take what I can get." With that, he walked off, leaving her alone to ponder his words.
Dinner was noisy as the students allowed their excitement over leaving the next morning to roll through them. No one was thinking about classes and for once, Hermione wasn't either. Instead, she was debating the intelligence of going to meet with the blond young man who had spent just over five years making her life a living hell. At least, she was debating it before Ron opened his mouth.
"So, Slytherin slag, meeting with them in the library now where anyone can see?"
Hermione quirked an eyebrow in his direction and allowed a smirk to grace her full lips. "So, Bilius, are your lips getting chapped from all the snogging you and the whore of Gryffindor engage in? Tell me, are you jealous that I am not staring after you like a puppy? Are you that lonely for intelligent conversation?"
Harry spoke up. "Hermione! I am right here!"
"Sorry Harry," she grinned in reply. "I know YOU are smart, usually." This statement alluded to his use of the old potion's book. "But I assumed you don't mind your intelligence dropping while watching the walking, talking shit show that stars Ronald and Lavendar. I guess I could be wrong, though."
The silence which engulfed the table was broken by Ginny's ringing laughter. "Walking talking shit show? The Whore of Gryffindor? Godric, Hermine, how'd you get so mean!"
The bushy-haired witch jerked a thumb at the redheaded girl's brother. "Hey, he started it." She took a final bite of her food and gathered up her satchel. "I want to go get a shower while the tower is still empty. I'll see you later." With that, she rose from the bench and wandered off, completely missing the way a narrowed gray gaze followed her exit.
Later that night, just after nine, Hermione found herself seated in the darkened alcove Malfoy had mentioned. She had dressed comfortably in her favorite flannel pajamas and fluffy bunny slippers before she had shrugged on a warm cloak to cover her attire. Somehow, she had managed to get out of the tower without anyone asking a single question and for that, she counted herself lucky.
Soon enough, she heard the soft shuffling of someone coming and rose to her feet, her left hand coming up to run slightly trembling fingers through her uncontained, still damp, curling mop of hair. She had time for a few calming breaths and then he was there before her, his silvered gaze taking in her features, slowly.
"How long have you been waiting," he asked as he leaned forward to catch her scent. "Not long, I hope."
Hermione shook her head and stared at a spot just over his left shoulder, far too embarrassed to meet his gaze. This whole thing was strange, coming together and circling one another, all the time. It felt like forever but had only been a month and a half, maybe a bit longer, since he'd kissed her and thrown everything she'd ever thought out the window.
"Not long, Draco." She shivered slightly. "I am slightly chilly though."
"Well, come on. We are going to the Room of Requirement.."
Warm, whiskey-colored orbs met his silvered gaze. "Why? I can give you a perfectly good hug right here."
He smirked in answer and turned away, beckoning her forward with one imperious lift of a single eyebrow. Minutes later, he was pacing back and forth before the blank wall which would grant entrance to the room. He did not state his wishes out loud so when the plain wooden door appeared, Hermione gave a harsh exhale.
He turned to her and, with his patented smirk firmly in place, taunted, "Scared, Granger?"
She promptly stuck her nose in the air and pushed past him, opening the door quickly and then pausing just inside as she saw just what the room had conjured up. It was decorated in soothing neutral tones of taupe, brown, tan and white and held within its vast confines two wingback chairs, a roaring fireplace, a long, low couch, and various bookshelves. A large bed was braced against the left wall, just beyond the homey seating area and the duvet had been pulled back invitingly.
She turned to face him, her mouth slightly open in shock. "Why the bed, Draco?"
He closed the door and then placed one hand on her nape before propelling her toward the couch. Once they reached it, he promptly settled himself and tugged her down so that she was on his lap. His arms immediately enfolded her so that she couldn't escape. "I didn't ask for a bed, just a safe place for us to talk, however, if you would like to make use of it I have no objections."
She turned her head slightly so that she could study his face. "I thought you merely wanted a hug."
"Oh, I do. But first I want you to lose the cloak," he retorted with a sly smile.
She glared at him and then wiggled before giving it up as a lost cause. "I can't do that if you don't let go, you know."
He promptly did so and she scooted off of his lap, away from his warmth and released the closure so that the heavy winter weight piece of fabric could be removed. She felt his eyes on her as she turned to lay her cloak over one of the nearby chairs and then she turned to face him, her face flushed.
"Dressed for bed, I see. Very cute. I always imagined you in one of those long flannel nightgowns with a cap on your head. I am glad to see I was wrong." He pushed himself up and then stepped closer, his slender arms reaching out to tug her near. "I am also glad that you rid yourself of Potter's stench. Smelling it on you made me very unhappy," Those strong arms enfolded her, drew her closer until they were perfectly aligned,
She closed her eyes and hugged him back, giving a little mew of pleasure when she felt his chin rest upon the top of her head. She breathed him in, took in his scent of bergamot and myrrh with something wild beneath the smells that clung to his clothing. She had just begun to relax into his embrace when he shifted slightly and one hand came up to tilt her face toward his own.
The kiss he gave her was slow and sweet, gentle and searching, and drew a low moan into the silence. She felt him jerk against her, his grip tightening almost to the point of pain before he nipped at her bottom lip, a slight hint of sharpness. It was then that he released her, took a step back, settled himself once more upon the soft expanse of the couch and beckoned her with one long finger. To say she was wary would have been an understatement. She was terrified by the rush of longing, of heat, but he looked so playful...
She curled against him, her bum nestled into his lap as one slim hand rose to twist into the white-blond of his hair. No words were spoken at first, not by her, not by him. Instead, there was only the crackle of the fire and the pounding of her heart. She could feel him studying her face, knew that he was trying to read her, place her. Finally, he broke the silence.
"You know that things will happen that can not be avoided. There is a war coming and you and I happen to be on opposite sides of it." He sounded contemplative, voice a low rumble.
Hermione nodded because she did know that. This thing between them changed nothing.
"This does not mean that I want you caught up in it, not like I am," he continued. "You have more of a choice than I do."
Hermione shot him a look, her warm brown gaze finding his cool gray. "No. I have no choice, Draco. I am muggle-born, deemed unfit to wield magic, an enemy to all self-righteous purebloods everywhere. My choices boil down to fight or die. That is all there is."
Draco paused, tilted his head as if he were giving her that particular point. Meanwhile, his hands had begun to stroke her back, her upper thigh, her stomach. It wasn't sexual, not really. More an act of sensuality, of comfort. "Do you know why my mother wants me to come back after Christmas?"
"No, I would have assumed that she would want you near, especially now," she rejoined carefully.
"Two reasons. There is a thing I have to accomplish which can only be done here, well two things but the second one will not be done by me. If I could avoid the first one, I would skip out on that as well, but I can't." He gazed into her eyes. "Don't ask. I won't tell." He heaved a quiet sigh. "The second reason is you. My mother knows as much about my affliction as I do and she thinks that you and I are somehow bound. She used to tease me, when I was younger, about the swotty mudblood that constantly angered me and caused me to lose my temper."
She smiled, not at the words but the meaning. "Tease you how?"
"She'd say," here his voice took on a sing-song cadence. "If you complain that much, she must have your attention, Draco, and if she has your attention then she does more than annoy you. Once you get older, you'll understand." He snorted a laugh. "She knew that you were muggle-born and she knew that I would never approach you but she teased me anyway. Of course, I would argue but during our third year, I understood. Didn't matter, until this..." he sighed. "Until this punishment, no matter what I thought about you in deepest recesses of my brain, I would have carried on with the swotty mudbloods and the know-it-all bitches because it's easier to denigrate what you are not allowed to have, you see?"
Hermione nodded, slowly. "I understand but won't befriending me now make any tasks you have more difficult?"
Draco shook his head. "Not at all. Certain people have twisted it to make it seem as if I am using you, for research, for information. Even my mother has played a role in downplaying whatever this is. It isn't like I am just a pureblood, not anymore, so it should not matter where my affections lie."
Hermione's mouth gaped at the idea of Draco even having some sort of affection for her and it must have shown on her face because he laughed at her expression. His words, when he spoke them, were gentle. "You can't figure it out, can you? What this is? I have tormented you for five and a half years. Do you think other muggle-borns arouse such ire? I don't even know who most of them are! They don't matter, they never did but you, with your bushy hair and big brown eyes and the way you crinkle your nose or bite your lip, you have always mattered in some way, shape or form. My mother knew it, even if she didn't approve. However, she loves me enough to let me choose. Until this, I might have wanted you but I would not have allowed myself to because that isn't what I was taught."
"And now," she asked softly. "Now, that you feel dirty, I am acceptable?"
He frowned and shook his head, a fierce expression overriding his usually neutral mask. "I am dirty but you are not. You are just not a pureblood. This punishment, and Blaise, opened my eyes to my own stupidity. As you've read, it has opened my mother's as well." He dropped his head. "They hurt her because I am taking too long, I think. They punish her because I am not there. My father," he spat that word, a curse. "He won't protect her, he didn't protect me, he's weak." He gave an all-over shudder.
She trailed her hands over one broad shoulder before she allowed her hand to slip back to up, into the corn silk of his hair. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
He looked at her, wide-eyed. "No. I would not ask it of you even if you could. I would not have you sully yourself. It is mine to do, only mine, no one else's."
She nodded. "Whatever it is, you must be smart Draco. If I notice the pain and loss of appetite then others have as well. If I know that you are out after curfew then others do too. You must be careful because when it comes down to it, if you do wrong, I can't protect you from the consequences." Her voice was strident and she poked him with one small finger to make her point.
He sighed. "You should not try to protect me. It isn't your job."
She turned her head so that their gazes meshed and she queried, quite succinctly, "Isn't it?"
(AN2: I tried to keep it IC for both DM and HG but it did not happen simply because of the position I've put them in together. Since I don't consider HG virginal, her reactions are based solely on this attraction to HIM. Also the information about NM and her issue. If you soften Draco, it would make sense that his actions would be for, and about, HIS family. He feels that he has NO choice which is fairly obvious by the end of HBP and thus not too far away from canon.)
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