A Werewolf\'s Love

Chapter 11

Hermione and Draco looked up at the same time. Hermione gasped and Draco grinned.

“Hello, Professor Snape,” Draco said, standing up and zipping his pants. “Can I help you with anything?”

“You could inform me about why you and Miss Granger are hiding in a closet together,” Snape commented with a smile.

“The same thing you do when you’re in your office with the Weasley girl,” Draco replied with a smirk, causing Snape to blush.

“Well, get to class now,” Snape said, ushering them away.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that,” Hermione said, adjusting her clothes as they walked.

Draco grinned. “Snape is wonderful to me. I swear, he’s almost like a father to me. Trust me, we’ll never get in trouble with him.”

Hermione matched Draco’s grin and they walked hand in hand to Charms. Draco frowned when Flitwick glared at the entering pair, remembering how much the Charms professor hated him. Hermione gave him an encouraging smile and they moved to sit next to each other, ignoring Pansy’s sobs and Harry and Ron’s incredulous stares.

“What the fuck is going on?” Ron whispered angrily. “Is that who I think it is?”

Harry nodded. “I think it’s Hermione!”

“That low, sneaky little bitch!” Ron exclaimed under his breath. “She’s been sneaking off with Draco all this time! And what the fuck is with her look? Did she decide to embrace her inner skank?”

Harry snickered, but fell silent as Flitwick stood up and paced around the room.

“Well, I’d like to say a few things before we begin this lesson,” Flitwick began, his eyes roaming around the room. “Last week was rather disappointing, I must say. Several of my top students were outperformed when completing the Engorgement Charm. I’m hoping this was just dumb luck. Now, we’re going to begin enlarging bigger objects. Last week you used the charm on your shoes. Today, it will be done on your books. So set those on your desks and begin at once.”

“Damn, I hate this fucking class,” Draco muttered, glaring at Flitwick as he passed. “That fucking bastard hates me so much. It’s fucking ridiculous.” He sighed. “I feel like most of the world is against me.”

Hermione patted his hand. “That’s ridiculous. You’re such a wonderful person. I can’t see why anyone would hate you. Well, except for those narrow-minded asshats who are prejudiced against werewolves,” she added in an undertone. “But I personally think being a werewolf might be a good thing for you.”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

Hermione smirked. “Well, you know what they say about a werewolf’s stamina,” she whispered seductively.

Draco blushed crimson and his eyes focused on the table, willing them not to slide over her delicious body.

“Get to work,” Flitwick snapped, smacking Draco in the back of his head with his wand.

Draco winced and his eyes watered a little, remembering the hundreds of times his father dealt out that particular punishment, only harder. Hermione frowned at Flitwick and was on the verge of hexing him, but Draco grabbed her wrist and shook his head.

“He’s not worth it,” Draco whispered.

Across the room, Harry and Ron were muttering to each other about the scene in front of them.

“I seriously can’t believe Hermione’s hanging out with that lowlife,” Ron whispered angrily. “How could she think he’s better than me? I’m the best damn thing that’s ever happened to that little wench and she knows it.”

Harry sighed. “There’s nothing we can do about it, so we might as well get used to it.” Suddenly, his eyes lit up. “Wait, maybe there is something we can do.”

Ron leaned forward excitedly. “What is it?”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she watched Harry and Ron whispering malevolently.

“What are those two up to?” Hermione asked quietly. Wishing she could eavesdrop, her eyes remained on their faces, trying to make out what words they were saying. After becoming convinced it was about herself and Draco, she scoffed and turned back to Draco.

“Mione, can we ditch next class?” Draco asked. “I’m bored as hell.”

Hermione sighed. “I don’t think we should. We’ve already missed so much this week. It’s going to be very difficult to catch up if we keep missing classes.”

“I know. I just want some more alone time with you,” Draco replied with a grin.

Hermione frowned. “You know, Draco, I’m not sure we should be moving so quickly. It’s just that…I’m not sure I’m ready to have sex just yet. I mean, I’m horny as a motherfucker, but I don’t think that sex should be an option after just a few hours.”

Draco growled under his breath. “Well, I guess I can’t change your mind. How long will I be forced to wait?”

“Just give me a week or so to adjust to my new way of life,” Hermione replied. “I think things will be easier after that.”

Draco nodded. “I guess I can wait. But what do I do about my constant boner?”

Hermione shrugged. “Hey, I said I wouldn’t have sex with you. Blow jobs are another thing…”

Draco smiled. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Hermione grinned. “You do that.”

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Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, and Blaise were eating dinner in the Great Hall, the first three searching for Draco and Hermione. Blaise was too busy scooping out his next conquest, not a care in the world for anything but sex. When Draco and Hermione arrived, the first three’s eyes narrowed and Draco ripped into a steak, startling Hermione.

“Shouldn’t you slow down a little?” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow. She adjusted her skirt and grabbed her fork.

“I’m too hungry,” Draco replied thickly, devouring the entire steak and grabbing the next one.

“Filthy werewolf,” Crabbe growled, cracking his knuckles. “His bloodlust must be strong.”

“What makes you say that?” Pansy asked, willing herself not to cry for the hundredth time that day.

“He’s eating those steaks like there’s no tomorrow,” Goyle replied. “That’s a sign of a bloodthirsty werewolf.”

Pansy looked shocked. “Are you sure?”

Crabbe nodded. “We did the research when we first had our suspicions. Trust us, he’s hungry.”

“But it’s not a full moon yet!” Pansy exclaimed, a tear running down her face.

“He’ll always feel those werewolf traits, no matter what,” Goyle explained. “And I thought you didn’t care about him anymore.”

“I just don’t want him with that Granger ho,” Pansy replied scathingly.

“I can’t blame him, personally,” Blaise cut in, his eyes glittering. “That Granger is a slice of tits, that’s for sure.” His eyes crossed to the Gryffindor table. “And the Weasley girl’s a nice piece of ass.” He took a swig of juice. “I’d tap that.”

Pansy rolled her eyes. “You’re disgusting.”

“No, you’re just a prude,” Blaise shot back.

A few seats away, Draco swallowed his sixth steak and reached for a seventh, but stopped suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked, concerned.

Draco blushed. “Oh, nothing.”

Hermione cocked an eyebrow. “You can tell me the truth, you know.”

“It’s nothing,” Draco insisted.

“So what are we doing tonight?” Hermione asked, swallowing her juice.

“Um, nothing,” Draco answered. “There’s some stuff I might have to take care of.”

“Oh,” Hermione said, looking down.

“I’m sorry, Mione. It’s just one of those things you probably won’t understand just yet,” Draco explained apologetically.

“Will you tell me later?”

Draco paused. “Maybe. But chances are, you won’t find out. After all, what good is it if everything’s out in the open already?”

Hermione nodded. “You’re right.”

“Well, I’m off for the night.”

When Draco stood up, he kissed her softly, caressing her cheek as he did so. Pansy saw this and burst into tears, bawling at the top of her lungs. Draco ignored her and kissed Hermione one more time, promising to eat with her in the morning.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry, Ron, and Ginny were discussing the new turn of events.

“I don’t like this,” Harry said.

“That slut better not even think of coming back to Gryffindor Tower tonight,” Ron growled angrily.

Ginny looked thoughtful. “Don’t you guys worry. I’ve got an idea, one that will make things change dramatically.”

Harry and Ron leaned forward excitedly. “Tell us,” they ordered at the same time.

Ginny smirked.