A Werewolf\'s Love

Chapter 6

Hermione, still covered by the cloak, was backing into a tree, her heart rapidly pounding in her chest. She couldn’t believe that Draco was a werewolf. But that’s not what terrified her. What was so terrifying was that it was possible he could smell her. The cloak didn’t conceal her scent and she was sure his new nose would help him sniff her out. She wasn’t really worried about being attacked, either. She was a skilled witch that knew how to defend herself properly. What scared her was the fact that, when Draco changed back into a human, he would know that she had been spying on him. That was something she wasn’t too keen on him knowing just yet.

She had, during her third year, been this close to a werewolf before, in the form of Professor Lupin. She hadn’t been attacked, however, and let the matter pass her mind. But this was different. She was…well, she wouldn’t say attracted because it wasn’t just an attraction…it was more like…she liked Draco? Was it possible for Hermione Granger to like Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin hottie? Well, it was very possible for this, considering he was the most desired boy in Hogwarts, Blaise Zabini coming it at a rather poor second. But would Draco like her as well? The only guy that she knew to like her was Ron, but he wasn’t exactly what she would consider boyfriend material. He cared more about his stomach than anything else and was prone to fits of jealous rage and violence. That wasn’t something she wanted in a man. Draco, however, wasn’t anything like that. In fact, if the rumors were true, he was the victim of rage and violence, something that tore at Hermione’s heart. She only hoped that such acts wouldn’t damage his personality too much. She liked him the way he was.

Hermione suddenly gasped. Draco was crouched on the ground, sniffing eagerly. It appeared that he noticed someone nearby, though it seemed he didn’t know who or where it was. She slowly backed away out of the forest, her mind intent on getting back to her room before Draco realized she was there.

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Draco’s transformed nose picked up a rather familiar scent, though he wasn’t entirely sure whose it was. But as he moved closer, that scent seemed to move further away. After several minutes of stealthy pursuit, the scent vanished. Disappointed, Draco slunk into the shadows of the trees and began scratching and biting at the trees, praying for it to all end. He knew he couldn’t keep attacking himself. Pansy would notice the new cuts and scratches and now that he was at Hogwarts, he couldn’t pass it off as the usual abuse from his father. He only hoped that his friends wouldn’t figure out what was going on and desert him. He really needed them during his time of need.

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Hermione managed to get back into the common room without much difficulty, but her heart still beat frantically. She was so worried that Draco might’ve noticed her that she had failed to notice a rather large cut across her arm, probably from one of the many trees she rushed past.

“It must’ve happened when the cloak fell off,” Hermione said to herself, praying no one would notice her new cut.

She hurried up the stairs and tossed Harry’s cloak back in his trunk, making sure to do so as quietly as possible as to not wake up anyone in the room. She noticed that Ginny was no longer up there with Seamus, who was asleep. On a sudden whim of thought, she stole the cloak back, just in case she would need it again. Smiling to herself, she snuck back out and went into her own room. She had hardly taken two steps when she heard something a little out of the ordinary. Walking forward cautiously, she saw the outline of two people having very crazy sex. The bed seemed on the point of breaking with how much it was shaking and creaking. A closer look revealed it to be Ginny and Dennis Creevey, Colin’s younger brother. Ginny was riding him so hard and so fast Hermione was surprised that the bed hadn’t collapsed yet.

“Hey, Gin, weren’t you with his brother a few nights ago?” Hermione asked quietly.

“Yeah, so?” Ginny replied between moans, licking her lips.

“How long have you two been at it?” Hermione asked, beginning to undress for bed.

“At least an hour,” Ginny answered, wiping a trickle of sweat that had formed on her face. “I came in here after I finished with Seamus.”

Hermione laughed quietly and slipped into bed, her thoughts on Draco, blocking out the lustful sounds of Ginny and Dennis. She wondered how Draco was doing in the forest and if he was in as much pain as he appeared. She slowly drifted off into an uneasy sleep, worried about him.

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The next morning, when Hermione went down to the Great Hall for breakfast, her eyes flicked instantly to the Slytherin table. Draco was sitting there, his face on the table, looking exhausted. Hermione’s eyes narrowed when Pansy sat down next to him, pecking him on the top of his head. She sat down between Harry and Ron, feeling quite irritated.

“What’s up with you?” Ron asked, his mouth full.

Hermione rolled her eyes, noticing that he was thinking of his stomach again. “Nothing,” she replied coldly.

“You look pissed,” Harry commented.

“I didn’t sleep very well,” Hermione replied shortly.

“How come?” Ron asked, stuffing his fork into his mouth greedily.

“Oh, nothing much. Just a little of the usual,” Hermione said.

“Who was Ginny fucking this time?” Harry asked curiously. “When I went to bed last night, she was finishing with Seamus.”

“Dennis Creevey,” Hermione replied.

Ron laughed. “Damn. She did both brothers? That’s hilarious.”

“Yeah,” Hermione said carelessly, her eyes back on Draco.

At the Slytherin table, Draco was on the verge of throwing up. He had bitten nothing but tree bark all night and felt as if some of it was still in his stomach. Pansy kept trying to feed him bits of food, but he kept his lips tight together.

“Draco, baby, what’s wrong?” Pansy asked. “You’re not eating again. Are you feeling sick?”

“A little,” Draco replied weakly, his eyes suddenly on Hermione, who he noticed was staring back. His stomach did back flips. “Hey, Pans, could you do me a favor?”

“Anything,” Pansy replied instantly.

“Could you tell the Professors I’m sick today? I don’t think I’m going to class,” Draco said. “I’m just not feeling up to it.”

“Of course I will,” Pansy answered, casting him a loving look. When he stood up, she pushed her lips out, ready for a kiss, but once again, it didn’t come. “Draco, why won’t you kiss me anymore?” she asked, but he was already gone.

At the Gryffindor table, Hermione suddenly jumped up. Harry and Ron stared at her.

“I’ve just remembered something. I’ve got…something to look up in the library,” Hermione lied quickly, her eyes on Draco’s back. “Don’t worry, I’ll meet up with you two later.”

She hurried off after him and threw the cloak on, making sure to mask her footsteps when she got closer. The crowds were rather thin, since everyone was going off to their lessons. As Draco began to slow down, Hermione noticed where they were. Draco looked around quickly before slipping into the Room of Requirement. As he shut the door, she slipped in after him. Unfortunately for her, the cloak got caught in the door and slipped off. However, she didn’t notice. Her eyes were still on Draco, who was heading towards newly formed bed. Her eyes then took in the appearance of the room.

Draco had made it entirely green, as if to resemble Slytherin. The bed was covered in silk sheets and was a double king-size. The carpet was plush and soft, the walls covered in pictures of beautiful witches and wizards in intimate settings. A couch was placed near a corner, as were a table and assortment of chairs. Hermione realized that this wasn’t the first time Draco had thought of this room. It was definitely well thought out and something he was comfortable with.

Draco slid off his leather boots and jacket and flopped onto the bed. He rolled onto his back and sighed, his eyes closed. Hermione noticed several bruises and cuts running up the length of his arms. Her eyes narrowed when she realized that a werewolf didn’t make several of them. She moved a little closer to the bed, feeling a sadness for him. She was a few feet away from the foot of the bed when Draco’s eyes slowly opened, then widened.

“Hermione? What are you doing here?”