A Werewolf\'s Love

Chapter 8

The following morning was one of the happiest Draco could remember in a while. For at least another month, his transformations were done. Last night’s had been the most painful by far, but he managed to endure it. However, he ended up scratching himself up terribly and now had foot long scratches on each arm and a six-inch one on his torso. He wasn’t exactly sure how to explain them to Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise if they asked about it. Ordinarily, he would’ve blamed his scars on his father, but not this time. They were still fresh, a sign that it was quite impossible for his father to beat him, considering he was at Hogwarts. So when he dressed that morning, he made sure to wear long sleeved shirts to cover his arms. It was only when he was about to leave that he noticed his leather jacket was missing.

“Now where the hell did I put that thing?” he muttered to himself. “That’s a $10,000 jacket. I can’t believe I lost it.” He sighed. “Oh well. I’ll just grab my other one.” He went into his closet and pulled out his other, more expensive leather jacket, slipped it on, and walked down to the Great Hall.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry and Ron were eyeing Hermione apprehensively. She was half asleep on her cereal bowl and had dark circles under her eyes. Earlier that morning, they had been informed by Ginny that Hermione was once again missing from her bed. Adding that to the fact that Hermione ditched all of her lessons from the previous day, Harry and Ron suspected that something was wrong.

“Maybe she’s sick,” Ron suggested in an undertone.

“Doubtful,” Harry replied, raising his eyebrows. “Do you honestly think a sick Hermione would miss her lessons?”

“Yes,” Ron answered firmly. “Trust me, I know Hermione. She’s just sick, that’s all.”

At the Slytherin table, Pansy was gazing at Draco in some concern. Once again, Crabbe and Goyle were whispering their suspicions to each other. Blaise was looking around the Great Hall for his next piece of ass, inconspicuous to the conversations around him.

“Draco, baby, are you sick?” Pansy asked, running her fingers through his hair.

“No, Pans, I’m fine,” Draco mumbled, turning his face over to the other side.

“You don’t seem fine,” Pansy commented sadly. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No,” Draco mumbled. “Just leave me alone right now.”

“Oh. Ok,” Pansy said, looking hurt.

“Psst. Pansy!” Crabbe whispered. “We think we know what’s wrong with Draco. We think he’s the-”

“Don’t even say it!” Pansy snapped. “There’s no way in hell that my precious Draco could ever be transformed into such a rotten, filthy beast.”

Draco’s insides turned to ice as he heard her words. He had been hoping that Pansy, at least, would stand by him if she ever found out about his condition. Now he knew otherwise. She thought he was a rotten, filthy beast. A single tear slid down his cheek, but he hastily wiped it away and his eyes rested on another sleeping figure at another table: Hermione.

He remembered their encounter yesterday and had to hold back his smile. She had been so close to him, he could almost taste her breath. What he wouldn’t give to taste that mouth…those full, sexy lips…Wait a minute! He shook his head. No, he couldn’t think of Hermione like that. No, she was a Gryffindor, a sworn rival. He couldn’t fall for the enemy. No, it wasn’t possible…even with her long, golden locks, honey-colored eyes, and extremely busty chest…No! He shook his head again. He needed to get those thoughts out of his head. They were making him need to head off to a private place immediately.

At the Gryffindor table, Hermione was gazing at Draco, thinking of their encounter yesterday and the leather jacket that she was now wearing under her regular clothes. Even though he was a Slytherin, a sworn rival, she couldn’t help but be attracted to him. Despite the fact that he was a werewolf, she was still extremely drawn to him. He had such a badass, sexy attitude and appearance. His chiseled abs left nothing more to be desired and she found herself fantasizing about ripping his clothes off and ravishing him. Even though his condition left him paler than usual, she couldn’t help but find him the most beautiful guy she’d ever seen. As these thoughts invaded her mind, she glanced over at the Slytherin table. Honey met stormy blue and she blushed, realizing that he was staring at her.

“Hermione, are you sure you’re ok?” Ron asked for the hundredth time.

“Yes, Ron,” Hermione replied exasperatedly. She glanced up and saw Draco walking away. “Look, I’ve got some things to do, but I’ll meet you in Herbology!” And with that, she jumped up and took off after Draco.

Just like before, she quietly followed him down the hall, slipping on the Invisibility Cloak when no one else was around. She noticed that he wasn’t heading towards the Room of Requirement, something that disappointed her. However, that disappointment disappeared when she saw that he was heading towards the bathroom instead. She felt herself get excited at the thought of him dropping his pants in front of her, never knowing that she was there.

When they finally arrived in the bathroom, Hermione was pleased to see it was deserted. Draco walked up to the mirror and pulled off his leather jacket, rolling up his sleeves in the process. He ran his finger carefully up the length of his scratches, shuddering from the pain. Hermione looked at those scratches, pain in her eyes. She wished there was something she could do to help him, but she couldn’t think of anything. As she contemplated this, Draco pulled out his cell and dialed a number.

“Hey mom, it’s Draco,” he said.

“Hey Draco, how are you feeling?” his mom, Narcissa, asked.

“I’ve been better,” he admitted. He took a deep breath. “I was just calling to make sure everything was ok at home, you know, with you.”

“Oh, everything’s been normal,” she replied, a sadness in her tone. “You called just in time. Your dad’s about to leave for work.” At this, Draco could hear her swallowing and knew she was trying not to cry.

“Look mom, don’t cry,” Draco said. “I’m fine and you will be too.” He cursed his father in his head, pissed because he knew his mom was about to be locked in the basement for the afternoon.

“I’ll be fine,” Narcissa repeated slowly. “Yes, I think you’re right. Well, I’m gonna let you go. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Draco said quietly, closing his phone.

Hermione’s eyes stung and she blinked a few times to hold her tears back. Draco sounded so concerned and sincere over the phone. She knew he was a badboy, but didn’t know he had a sweet side too. She felt a sudden hatred towards Lucius, knowing that it was somehow his fault that Draco and Narcissa were suffering. While she pondered this, Draco rolled his sleeves back down and sighed.

“Damn it, Draco,” he said to himself. “You need to get a hold of yourself. Mom is going to be fine and so will you. Well…in a few minutes, that is.”

He turned towards the stall and walked in, shutting the door behind him. Hermione was disappointed, but she decided to try to see anyway and stuck her invisible head under the door, sliding on her back into the stall, careful not to hit Draco. He dropped his leather pants with a sigh, revealing black silk boxers. Hermione tried to inch forward some more, but couldn’t fit. She sighed with disappointment, knowing she was so close to seeing him naked but still unable to. She heard him begin peeing and her imagination worked a little to imagine the picture. He stopped, but his pants didn’t go back up. In fact, he didn’t even flush. From her positioning, she suddenly noticed his hand moving back and forth rather quickly, something that made her face heat up. Then something more exciting happened.

“Ohh…Mione…” Draco muttered, tilting his head back a little.

Hemione thought her insides were going to explode in excitement. Draco Malfoy was fantasizing about her while he touched himself. Did this mean what she thought it meant?

“Oh god…yeah…mmm…MIONE!” Draco shouted, unable to control himself as his release came and squirted onto the wall.

He stood there for several minutes, taking deep breaths, while Hermione’s breathing had stopped. He had just orgasmed from thinking of her. There was nothing more she could ask for, except to be the one to give him that orgasm. He finally pulled his pants up and walked out the bathroom, Hermione still lying there in complete shock. Right as she got up, however, she noticed that he left his leather jacket on the bathroom floor. Smiling, she picked it up and slid it on over her clothes.

“Well, this has been a rather interesting morning,” she said to herself. With that, she headed back towards the Gryffindor common room, completely forgetting about her classes for that day.