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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 woke up the next morning wrapped in green sheets and Draco’s limbs. She untangled herself and leaned over the blonde head sleeping next to her. She placed a sweet kiss on his forehead and hobbled to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and sighed. Her hair looked like she was electrocuted and there were several love bites down her neck and chest. She turned on the shower and stepped in.
Draco’s shower was exactly what she expected: Spartan. He had soap and shampoo, but that was it. Hermione turned the dial to the hottest setting and stepped in. She scrubbed her sore body with his soap, content with smelling like a man- her man- for the day. She was not content with Draco’s choice of shampoo, however. It was clear that good hair ran in his genes, because this stuff could turn anyone else’s hair to straw. She made a mental note to get him something nicer.
Hermione stepped out of the water stream and her back hit something warm and solid behind her. She smiled and rested her head against Draco’s chest.
“You have abysmal toiletries,” she greeted.
His laughter rumbled in his chest.
“You like hot showers.”
She nodded and turned to face him. His hair was sticking up every which way and his eyes were half-lidded with sleep. He had toothpaste on his cheek so she reached up to wipe it away. Draco nuzzled his cheek into her hand and kissed her palm. It was meant to be loving, but instead it set Hermione on fire. She pulled him in for a kiss which he happily reciprocated. She traced his teeth and the roof of his mouth with her tongue while his fingers teased her breasts. Hermione clutched at his biceps and backed herself against the wall of the shower. She hooked her leg around his waist and felt his growing erection press into her center.
“Are you sore?” Draco muttered against the skin of her neck.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to stop?” He looked at her seriously.
Hermione trailed her fingers down her breasts, pausing briefly to circle her nipples, then down her stomach. She massaged her clit then dipped her finger into her pussy. She broke eye contact with Draco when her eyes fell closed in pleasure. He growled and pulled her hand to his mouth. He gently sucked and lapped the flavor of her from her fingers. Hermione whimpered as his eyes burned into her. Draco slid two fingers into her and used his thumb to circle her nub. Hermione moaned and let her head fall back against the wall. He took advantage of her exposed skin and bit her throat, then lapped the mark with his tongue.
“I’m ready,” she panted.
Draco grabbed her other thigh to wrap around his hips. He held her tightly and pinned her completely against the wall. Hermione grasped his cock and pumped him a few times before bringing it to her entrance. With a snap of his hips, Draco was buried completely in her silken heat. Hermione rocked her hips in time with his thrusts. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him in for a kiss.
“Hermione,” he gasped. “I don’t know how much longer-”
She silenced him with a sweep of her tongue against his bottom lip. She brought one of her hands down to rub her clit in quick circles.
“Draco,” she moaned. “Fuck, Draco. I’m so close.”
He gathered his strength and gave her a few more brutal thrusts before losing himself in her. As he spiraled toward his orgasm, she invaded all his senses. Her soft touches drove him crazy, her moans burrowed themselves into his skull, and the taste of her sweet mouth left him craving more. The sight of her spread out against his shower, head thrown back in bliss made him quiver, and the smell of her clean skin surrounded him. Draco’s orgasm barreled through him and he unraveled against his lover.
His hot come rippled through Hermione and she cried out her pleasure. Her pussy pulsed against his cock as fireworks exploded behind her eyelids.
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Hermione pulled on one of Draco’s t-shirts and her Scourgified knickers and padded out to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. She reached up to grab the kettle from the shelf when the sound of a throat clearing rang through the empty flat. She whipped around and was greeted with the sight of Harry Potter sitting in Draco’s armchair, fidgeting with his wand.
At that moment, Draco walked out his bedroom, clad only in a pair of boxer shorts. His eyes widened a fraction at the two friends staring at each other then he nodded in Harry’s direction.
“Potter,” he greeted. “Did you find the kettle, Hermione?”
He walked over to her and took the kettle from her hands. He set filled it with water and set it on the stove.
“Harry Potter, what on earth are you doing here?” Hermione demanded, having finally found her voice.
“I could ask you the same thing, Hermione. Why are you in Draco’s apartment wearing a t-shirt that says ’Slytherins do it better’? I mean, I think I know, but I’d like to hear it from you in case my mind is playing dirty tricks on me.”
The door to Draco’s flat swung open and Ron walked in.
“Oy, Harry! Breakfast is ready! Did you figure out where Hermione was yet?”
“Yes, I believe I did,” Harry answered his friend.
“Good morning, Ron,” Hermione sighed. “I guess I’ll go and find some pants.”
Draco laughed at the shades of red that splashed across Weasley’s face. She emerged from his room a few minutes later, still wearing that ridiculous shirt Pansy bought him and a pair of his sweat pants. A primal urge slithered through Draco when he saw her dressed head to toe in his clothing, with her skin still pink from their shower. He wondered how long the dastardly duo would be in his flat. He had plans to fuck Hermione against every surface in the room, including the couch that Potter was perched on. Draco felt a familiar tingle below the belt and tried to clear his mind. It probably wouldn’t make a spectacular impression to sport a raging erection at the moment… not that he cared what Potter and Weasley would think, but Hermione would and that’s what mattered.
Just when Draco had managed to clear most of the sinful thoughts from his mind, Hermione passed in front of him and he caught a whiff of her. She had clearly used his soap this morning, because in addition to her usual fresh scent, he caught undertones of him. Draco groaned and everyone turned their attention to him.
“So, Potter, Weasley, may I ask what you’re doing in my living room?” he broke the ice.
“Yes,” Potter began slowly. “I suppose that’s fair. You have a missing student so Minerva called the Aurors in to investigate. She mentioned that Hermione might have some vital information so I performed a tracking spell which led me here, to your flat. I’ve been on your couch since the middle of the night. I tried to wake you, but your door was warded- heavily warded, might I point out. If Minerva hadn’t sworn up and down that you were a changed man, I might be suspicious.”
Harry narrowed his eyes, making it clear that the Headmistress’s assurance only went so far.
“You should be grateful for my wards, Potter, or you might have seen more of Hermione than you ever wanted to,” Draco replied, his voice dangerously low.
Harry’s face paled and he opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione interrupted.
“Honestly, you two. What I do in my free time is hardly important right now. Who is missing, Harry?”
“Rebecca Stanley, first year Gryffindor,” Ron piped up from his corner by the door.
“No,” Hermione murmured. “No.”
Tears welled in her eyes and she sank onto ground.
Ron moved to comfort Hermione, but before he could make his way to her, Draco was on his knees in front of her.
“We were supposed to protect her,” she whispered. “I let myself get distracted. I let her down. Draco, we have to find her,” she choked out.
He cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed the single tear that slid down her face.
“What the bloody hell is going on?” Ron barked.
He had taken a seat next to Harry, who was rubbing his forehead and muttering something that sounded an awful lot like “ferret.”
Draco turned to answer him.
“Rebecca got bit by some kind of werewolf. We’ve been helping her with the transitions and trying to find the person- or thing- responsible.”
“I don’t care about the sodding wolf-child!” Ron bellowed and his face turned a particularly sickening shade of puce. “Why is Hermione here? Why is she letting you touch her? And why the fuck is she wearing that shirt?”
“Hermione can speak for herself, thank you!” she shrieked. Draco hadn’t seen her eyes take on such a menacing glint since their time as students. “Ronald, you are here to find that ‘sodding wolf-child’ so don’t you dare speak about her like that! As for why I’m here, I should think it would be obvious considering Lavender is nearly eight months pregnant! I don’t think I need to explain the mechanics, now do I?”
Ron looked down and fiddled with the edge of his Auror’s robe.
“Hermione,” Draco started, taking advantage of the momentary silence. “Didn’t you have some kind of revelation last night?”
“For the love of Godric, Malfoy. Do we really have to talk about what you do behind closed doors?” Harry blanched.
“Oh! Yes!” Hermione clapped her hands together and ran into his bedroom to grab a piece of parchment, smacking Harry on the back of his head on her way.
“Hey!” Harry rubbed the back of his head.
She returned and took a seat beside the coffee table, tucking her legs underneath so she could write on the hard surface. She started writing furiously, and when Ron leaned in to sneak a peak, he reared his head back.
“Hermione, what language is that?”
“Japanese,” she muttered and ended to note with a flourish of her quill.
“And where exactly did you learn Japanese?” Harry asked in a high-pitched voice.
“Honestly, you two. I wasn’t called ‘The Brightest Witch of Her Age’ for nothing. What do you think I do in my spare time? Play Exploding Snap?” she scoffed.
“No, apparently you learn complicated Asian languages for fun,” Harry mumbled under his breath.
Draco’s chest swelled with pride; Hermione was beautiful and brilliant- and all his.
“Ron, be a dear and go run this to the Owlery for me?”
Ron grumbled but got up to obey Hermione. One of her outbursts was enough for one day.
“Now what?” Draco asked her.
“Now we wait.”
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After three cups of tea and awkward silence, there was a tap tap on Draco’s kitchen window.
Hermione jumped up to let the owl in and tore open the letter attached to its leg.
“Yes!” she exclaimed then turned to Draco. “Can you send a patronus to Luna? I can catch these two up while we wait.”
He stepped outside to send the message.
“I wonder what his patronus is,” Ron wondered. “I bet it’s a ferret.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and began the long chore of catching the Aurors up to date.
“So you and Neville were attacked? By something with a wand?” Harry asked a few moments later and ruffled his messy black hair. “Wouldn’t it have to be a human if it could use a wand? So what’s the great mystery?”
“Yes, Harry, exactly!” Hermione bobbed up and down on her toes. “Why would a random wizard attack us in the forest? It had to be related to Rebecca.”
“So you don’t actually know?” Ron’s exasperated voice pleaded.
Draco came back into the room with Luna and Neville behind him. After quick hellos, Hermione continued.
“I do know! I had to be sure, but now I’m nearly certain. Have you ever heard of a kitsune?”
Silence.
“In Japanese mythology, a kitsune is fox spirit that can take the shape of a human. They’re fiercely intelligent and known to be quite the little tricksters.”
“But Rebecca is a wolf, Hermione,” Harry reminded her.
She felt her patience dwindling to a dangerous level so she took a clearing breath.
“Yes. I know. That’s why I sent this letter.” She held up the parchment scribbled with Japanese. “I lived with a Japanese witch at university. According to her,” she began to read from the letter, “’kitsune are very real. Their magic is ancient and powerful.’ They are basically reverse Animagi. These foxes learn how to transform themselves into humans. It’s simply amazing.”
The majority of her companions stared blankly at her.
“Is it possible?” Draco asked her. “Luna did say that a runt went missing. Hermione, you’re absolutely brilliant.” His words ran together with excitement.
Ron grunted. “If someone doesn’t tell me what the bloody hell these two are rambling about, I’m going to-”
“Ron, don’t you see? Animals can learn to take the shape of humans. It’s rare, because the animals must be extremely intelligent. But the product of two werewolves is a wolf with near human intelligence. That, coupled with the magic it may have inherited from its parents…” Hermione trailed off.
Luna gasped and finished Hermione’s train of thought.
“It’s a like a kitsune- a magical animal with the ability to become human. Its werewolf genes gave it the intelligence and desire to bite, while its parentage gave it magical ability. When these qualities combine, it’s totally plausible that the wolf could learn to change like the kitsune.”
Luna, Hermione and Draco’s minds whirled while the others caught up.
“So you’re telling me,” Harry clarified, “that a hyper-intelligent werewolf that can shift into a human has kidnapped Rebecca, the girl it bit and infected?”
The other three nodded.
“Shit,” Ron breathed.
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