A Werewolf\'s Love
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
6,242
Reviews:
11
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
Chapter 4
That night at dinner, Draco was very distracted. His mind kept wandering back to the Charms classroom, where he worked with Ron and Hermione. He loathed Ron, but couldn’t help notice that Hermione was rather kind to him. And he thought she started looking good, which was a plus. He was so distracted that he didn’t notice Pansy trying to talk to him.
“Dray, why won’t you listen to me?” Pansy whined. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past ten minutes!”
“Sorry, Pans, I’m just very distracted right now,” Draco admitted.
“You looked like you were looking at the Gryffindor table,” Pansy said in an accusatory voice.
“What? No!” Draco lied quickly. “Why would I want to look at those losers?”
Pansy sighed happily. “Good.” She checked her watch. “It’s almost nightfall.” She looked a little nervous.
“What’s wrong?” Draco asked.
“Tonight’s the first full moon of the school year,” Pansy replied. “That means the werewolf will come out tonight.”
Draco gulped. He had entirely forgotten that tonight was the full moon. He had no idea how he was going to keep from hurting anyone without exposing his secret. He figured he could go hide out in the Forbidden Forest, but he had no idea how to get down there without anyone noticing. He stood up.
“I gotta go,” Draco said.
“Why? What’s wrong?” Pansy asked, startled.
“Um, detention,” Draco lied. “For Flitwick. I might not get in til late because I don’t know what he’s going to make me do.”
“Alright,” Pansy said. She closed her eyes and readied her lips for a kiss, but it never came. When she opened her eyes, Draco was gone. “What about my goodbye kiss?” she asked herself grumpily.
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Hermione was sitting in her dormitory room, head leaning against the window. She was up doing her homework, eager to get away from Harry and Ron’s elaborate discussion on how best to destroy Malfoy for doing better than them in Charms. It was a few moments before she noticed that Malfoy was outside, walking towards the Forbidden Forest.
“What the hell is he doing?” she asked herself.
He looked around hurriedly, not wanting to be seen. She saw him run towards the trees, stopping when he heard the front doors open. He flattened himself on the ground and looked around, but sighed with relief when he saw it was just Filch going back into the castle. He got up, brushed the grass off his front, and continued into the forest.
“He’s up to something,” Hermione said. “I wonder why he’s going in there. But I don’t have time to follow him now without Harry and Ron finding out.”
She sighed and fell back against the wall, her mind racing to figure out exactly why Malfoy would sneak out of the school to go into a forest he was scared of. She closed her books and put her homework up, her mind still full of him to concentrate.
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The next morning, Hermione walked down to breakfast and noticed that a certain blonde Slytherin was missing from his table. She felt a little worried, wondering if he was safe from his trip into the forest. A few minutes later, she saw him slump into his seat, his eyes darkened from lack of sleep, his usually sleek blonde hair messed up. She thought he looked good like that, even if he looked a little messy.
“What the hell’s up with Malfoy?” Ron asked, shoveling food into his mouth.
“No clue,” Harry replied dismissively. “Maybe he’s finally realized the world doesn’t revolve around him and he’s losing sleep over it.”
“That’s not very nice!” Hermione snapped. Harry and Ron gaped at her, so she cleared her throat and tried again. “I mean, you don’t know about other people’s problems, so you shouldn’t make fun of them for them.”
“Whatever,” Harry said.
“How can you say that Hermione?” Ron asked, not too eager to let the conversation drop. “He calls you a Mudblood on a daily basis!”
“Not lately,” Hermione shot back. “We hardly have any contact anymore, and in case you didn’t notice, he didn’t say a single rude thing to me yesterday.”
Ron shut his mouth at the truthfulness in that statement. Hermione stood up and swung her bag around her shoulder.
“I’m going to Transfiguration,” Hermione said shortly, glaring at Ron. “Don’t follow me.”
She stalked off. Ron stared at her incredulously.
“We have to go to class too!” Ron exclaimed.
“She means right now,” Harry said.
“She’s PMSing right now, for real,” Ron said.
The boys returned to their lunch, not knowing that a certain blonde Slytherin had his silver eyes narrowed at them, angry for upsetting Hermione. They would never find out about that incident, though, because a few minutes later they headed off to Transfiguration as well, not intending to talk to Hermione for the rest of the day.
That night at dinner, Draco was very distracted. His mind kept wandering back to the Charms classroom, where he worked with Ron and Hermione. He loathed Ron, but couldn’t help notice that Hermione was rather kind to him. And he thought she started looking good, which was a plus. He was so distracted that he didn’t notice Pansy trying to talk to him.
“Dray, why won’t you listen to me?” Pansy whined. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past ten minutes!”
“Sorry, Pans, I’m just very distracted right now,” Draco admitted.
“You looked like you were looking at the Gryffindor table,” Pansy said in an accusatory voice.
“What? No!” Draco lied quickly. “Why would I want to look at those losers?”
Pansy sighed happily. “Good.” She checked her watch. “It’s almost nightfall.” She looked a little nervous.
“What’s wrong?” Draco asked.
“Tonight’s the first full moon of the school year,” Pansy replied. “That means the werewolf will come out tonight.”
Draco gulped. He had entirely forgotten that tonight was the full moon. He had no idea how he was going to keep from hurting anyone without exposing his secret. He figured he could go hide out in the Forbidden Forest, but he had no idea how to get down there without anyone noticing. He stood up.
“I gotta go,” Draco said.
“Why? What’s wrong?” Pansy asked, startled.
“Um, detention,” Draco lied. “For Flitwick. I might not get in til late because I don’t know what he’s going to make me do.”
“Alright,” Pansy said. She closed her eyes and readied her lips for a kiss, but it never came. When she opened her eyes, Draco was gone. “What about my goodbye kiss?” she asked herself grumpily.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
Hermione was sitting in her dormitory room, head leaning against the window. She was up doing her homework, eager to get away from Harry and Ron’s elaborate discussion on how best to destroy Malfoy for doing better than them in Charms. It was a few moments before she noticed that Malfoy was outside, walking towards the Forbidden Forest.
“What the hell is he doing?” she asked herself.
He looked around hurriedly, not wanting to be seen. She saw him run towards the trees, stopping when he heard the front doors open. He flattened himself on the ground and looked around, but sighed with relief when he saw it was just Filch going back into the castle. He got up, brushed the grass off his front, and continued into the forest.
“He’s up to something,” Hermione said. “I wonder why he’s going in there. But I don’t have time to follow him now without Harry and Ron finding out.”
She sighed and fell back against the wall, her mind racing to figure out exactly why Malfoy would sneak out of the school to go into a forest he was scared of. She closed her books and put her homework up, her mind still full of him to concentrate.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
The next morning, Hermione walked down to breakfast and noticed that a certain blonde Slytherin was missing from his table. She felt a little worried, wondering if he was safe from his trip into the forest. A few minutes later, she saw him slump into his seat, his eyes darkened from lack of sleep, his usually sleek blonde hair messed up. She thought he looked good like that, even if he looked a little messy.
“What the hell’s up with Malfoy?” Ron asked, shoveling food into his mouth.
“No clue,” Harry replied dismissively. “Maybe he’s finally realized the world doesn’t revolve around him and he’s losing sleep over it.”
“That’s not very nice!” Hermione snapped. Harry and Ron gaped at her, so she cleared her throat and tried again. “I mean, you don’t know about other people’s problems, so you shouldn’t make fun of them for them.”
“Whatever,” Harry said.
“How can you say that Hermione?” Ron asked, not too eager to let the conversation drop. “He calls you a Mudblood on a daily basis!”
“Not lately,” Hermione shot back. “We hardly have any contact anymore, and in case you didn’t notice, he didn’t say a single rude thing to me yesterday.”
Ron shut his mouth at the truthfulness in that statement. Hermione stood up and swung her bag around her shoulder.
“I’m going to Transfiguration,” Hermione said shortly, glaring at Ron. “Don’t follow me.”
She stalked off. Ron stared at her incredulously.
“We have to go to class too!” Ron exclaimed.
“She means right now,” Harry said.
“She’s PMSing right now, for real,” Ron said.
The boys returned to their lunch, not knowing that a certain blonde Slytherin had his silver eyes narrowed at them, angry for upsetting Hermione. They would never find out about that incident, though, because a few minutes later they headed off to Transfiguration as well, not intending to talk to Hermione for the rest of the day.