Lunar Magick

A/N: Hi. This is a re-post cuz i couldn\'t find it on the new server, also i\'ve added updates finally, after like a year or so. all the fans of this story probably
gave up on me by now :( hopefully not. i\'ve got loads of free time at this point, and plan to update regularly! i also managed to get rid of writer\'s block.

oh and one more thing: i don\'t own anything pertaining to harry potter. i believe the rights belong to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. I don\'t make any profit
from this stuff except FUN!


Lunar Magick

Chapter 1

The Library Annex was packed full of students sorting through books that would possibly make their theses easier to write. Hermione Granger had already been through most of the books, done her research, and moved on to the paper; so, she calmly sat at one of the Annex worktables and began writing her essay. She paused for a few moments, attempting to come up with something truly brilliant and original, because she had always wanted to stand out from the crowd, especially when it came to academic achievements. Hermione glared upward, as though the solution to her dilemma were about to rain down from the heavens. Apparently, the solution did fall from the sky, because she began writing again fervently. Suddenly, she heard footsteps stop near her desk, but ignored them thinking it was Ginny Weasley about to ask her for advice on boys. Then, a voice addressed her, but it was certainly not Ginny’s.

“Miss Granger.” It was the voice of a professor…Professor Snape. She sat bolt upright and looked at him attentively. He looked mildly amused by her reaction, then said, “Just out of curiosity, where are all the books you used for research?”. His tone of voice suggested that either he was interested in reading them, or he was accusing her of skipping the research process. Unlike most of your idiot Slytherin students, I do my work she thought. Hermione snapped out of her inner monologue and answered him at once with, “Well, Professor, I’ve already read them and dropped them off in the Return Bin”. Snape’s face now wore an expression of utter astonishment. “Miss Granger, I knew you had been studious in your first five years, but I didn’t expect it to last into your sixth…actually, most students lose their will to do anything after their first year”. He looked especially jilted and sorrowful when he said this. “I’m not like most students, Professor Snape” she remarked with some reserve, as if half proud and half ashamed.

Severus Snape had always been talented when it came to reading emotions, and picked up on her subtle insecurity about being different. He was fairly sure it stemmed from Draco Malfoy’s crude insults, as well as a lack of attention from peers and friends. Through his insight, he assumed she was struggling against her strong desire to be a social butterfly, because her nature was to rely on her curiosity, studiousness, wit, and memory…not on others.
Before Snape had a chance to respond to Hermione’s remark, Professor Flitwick sidled up beside him and asked him to keep an eye on his students as a favour, while he ran to his office to fetch his forgotten glasses.
Hermione felt sorry for Professor Flitwick; he was so nice and chipper, yet always seemed to get the shaft. He would often fall in front of his new classes, forget his marking books, and get teased for having to stand on his desk to be seen during lectures. Poor little man she thought, then back to work.

At around half past four in the morning, Hermione received a Night Owl, with a note, which read:

Hello, Hermione!

Meet us near the corridor that leads to the Library Annex…we’re gonna go into the Restricted Section to look something up. We need you to help us out (as usual). Please be there soon!

Love,
Harry and Ron
P.S. if you have to hide from any prefects or professors, sneak into the janitor’s closet and we’ll come knocking when it’s safe.


Hermione got out of bed, bemoaning the fact that she’d have to leave her toasty warm room. She left her hair a mess, slipped into fuzzy slippers, and then left the common room, with only her thin, knee-length nightgown for cover. She walked cautiously through the quiet halls, and finally came to the corridor leading up to the Annex. She saw the janitor’s closet, and kept close to it in the event of a prefect. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps became louder and louder, until Hermione was sure that the feet that belonged to them were about to come around corner. Delaying no longer, she jogged over to the closet door, opened it, and backed into the room quickly. Once the door made a clicking noise, Hermione walked backwards in the dark. To her shock, she walked right into someone standing behind her. She gasped and spun around, while the other person demanded, “Lumos!” to shed some light. She stared, mortified, because the lit face was Draco Malfoy’s. He found the light switch and allowed his wand to fade. Draco nearly shouted, “Granger, what the devil are you doing in here???” She looked at him blankly, at a loss for what to say. A grin widened on his face. “Are you just here to spend quality time with me?” He said this while looking her up and down dramatically. Hermione turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

“Stop it, Draco!” she snapped. He snapped back at her and said, “Listen! If you left now, you’d walk right into three prefects! Is that what you want, to lose your precious reputation?” Hermione looked at him, more puzzled than afraid.
“Draco, why should you care about my “precious reputation”?”
“Well…it’s your choice really, but I …well go then if you want, Granger.”
“No…actually I’m glad you pulled me back…thanks.”
A flicker of a smile appeared on the suave, planed face of the Slytherin. Then Hermione said,
“I’m waiting for Harry and Ron. I won’t tell anyone that you’re out and about if you don’t tell anyone about me.” Draco grinned again, and replied,
“Fine…Hermione…” he said her first name like a kid trying out a new toy. “It’s a deal…but first…” She looked confused. “Ah never mind. Go and find Potter.”

Stepping closer to him, Hermione asked, “What is it, Draco? What did you want?” There was no reply. He moved in and kissed her on the lips. To much surprise, Hermione felt an electric, tingling sensation the minute he touched his smooth lips to hers. She was excited. He slipped his tongue quickly into her mouth like a serpent. Hermione’s hands slid over his lean arms and around his neck, and Draco was very pleased with her reaction. He pushed her against the wall of the closet, and she moaned, running her fingers through his straight blonde hair. The two of them paused to catch deep breaths, and when they looked at each other, they realized what they were doing. Hermione was a little regretful because she was being intimate with the person who had hurt her with such cruel words, and Draco was in total shock. He currently wasn’t doing a very good job of living up to his pureblood standards; however, he couldn’t deny that he was attracted to Hermione.

He was quite aroused, and just in case she couldn’t tell, he made her fully aware by pushing himself against her. She got all the more excited, and flushed. She started saying to him, “You’re so…” when he cut her off by pressing harder against her, exactly where she longed for him to be. Looking at her pale face, bright pout, and nearly translucent nightgown, he realized just how beautiful she was. Hermione decided that she had basically always been physically attracted to Draco, and would forget his harsh words for the moment.

“Closer” she demanded modestly, and he did so, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her against him hard. The two of them decided to get down on the floor, so Draco held her close and swooped her to a lying position. Draco kissed all over her neck, and began unlacing her gown. The collar was left gaping, revealing her silky flesh for his eyes and hands to come upon. He slid his tongue along her lips and into her mouth again. His hand lifted up her gown and he touched her in such a gentle way; she would have guessed before that he wasn’t capable of such sensitivity. He grinned after he discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties. Hermione could feel him breathing on her neck, planting soft kisses. Draco’s hands were very warm and soft. He continued his caresses and she could feel all her blood rushing to her cheeks and to between her legs.

Draco encouraged Hermione to touch him by taking her hand and putting it first on his chest, then sliding down to the zipper of his pants. He told her to do anything she wanted, but before she had the chance, there was a subtle knock on the door to their temporary hovel. She gasped, trying to tie the laces on her gown and push her hair back before they answered it, but Draco impatiently opened it wide, to find Harry and Ron staring in at the two of them, as if petrified.

“Hermione??” they asked in unison, then Ron said, “a-are-you--alright?” She was flushed, and replied a little testily, “Yes I’m fine…now let’s just go to the Library and find what you need.” Harry and Ron looked at each other, looking confused about what to do; they were trying to decide whether to laugh, be horrified, or pretend they never saw them in the closet together. Instead of trying to explain her actions to her friends, Hermione barely said anything at all. Draco, on the other hand, thought that he would make their intentions quite clear, and addressed her before she left, “I’ll see you later, Hermione”, and raised his eyebrows. Ron was disgusted, and thought, how could she…he’s an absolute asshead. Harry didn’t know what he thought yet, so the trio just walked off and didn’t look back. They shared the invisibility cloak and made their way through the Annex and into the Library.

Hermione asked Harry to fill her in on what they wanted to find, and if they really needed her. It was clear to him that she thought she had better things to do. He told her about a suspicious potion he and Ron had made during their detention with Professor Snape. Harry said,

“I think it’s some kind of dark magic he had us brew up, and then he’s gonna frame us for whatever he’s going to do with it.”
Hermione replied, “Harry. Do you honestly believe that nonsense? Professor Snape is one of the best professors at Hogwarts, and can’t you see he’s never given enough credit? The students are always afraid of him, and the other teachers can’t stand him because he’s antisocial. He’s a nice man who has just been through a lot of shit and become bitter! Really, guys, he would never do anything like that.”
Ron looked at her, then at Harry, and asked her, “Just because you’re teacher’s pet doesn’t mean he likes any of the other students…you’re special to him.” He emphasized the word “special” so that he could slip some innuendos into the insult. Her face contorted and she spoke to Ron as if she were his mother.
“Ron! I don’t know what you think you’re implying, and I don’t want to know! Don’t get pissy with me because you can’t get good marks.” Harry had to stop the verbal assaults at once…they were giving him a massive headache.
“Would you two quit fighting? What has gotten into both of you?” Ron felt obliged to get one last stab in,
“Well, I think we both know what’s gotten into Hermione!”
Hermione had a look of betrayal on her face, as she hastily got out of the invisibility cloak. She sped to the door without saying anything, and slammed it behind her.
“Ron…” Harry looked disappointed in him, “we’d better apologize to her either now, or first thing in the morning…this is ridiculous.”

Hermione Granger walked the cold, empty corridors feeling like her chest and throat were imploding. The tears stayed cosy in the wombs of her eyes, but she felt like she was going to breakdown and bawl on the floor. Back in her dorm, she threw herself into bed. She was upset, but now over the weepy mood. She was right pissed with Ron…and Harry, a little. She thought of how she felt in Draco’s arms, excited, comfortable, respected; then she thought of how her best friends had done nothing but insult her. It seemed the world she knew was turned upside down.