Animal Magnetism

Disclaimer: I, sadly, own nothing of the Harry Potter 'Verse. I just like to play with them time to time. Especially Severus.

Chapter 11

Once she got to the edge of town she apparated to the gates of the castle then stormed through. Seeing Ron outside the kitchens' entrance she stopped, breathing heavily. "Where's Harry?" She needed to relieve some major tension. "On the Quidditch pitch flying, why?" "Nothing big. Needed him… his help with something. Later!" Hermione hurried back around to the giant field. He was there. Thankfully. Stomach clenching, she watched him swoop and dive, clinging to the broom and leaning in like he was part of it. It was a heady sensation. But just watching wasn't going to ease her pains. Sp she flagged him down. Her entire body hummed with need as she watched him rise higher and higher to become a silhouette, then descend in a series of slow, almost lazy circles as if he were riding the currents. Streamers of gold tracked his every movement, a wondrous light show in the black velvety sky.

He pulled up with less than a meter to spare between them and the unyielding earth, the wind off his landing hitting her with a wave of spice. After he hopped off with a grin and started towards her, she was struck with a rush of pheromones, eyes mesmerizing. "Here," the witch hybrid murmured. Just one word before she pounced, wrapping her arms around him as if starved for his taste. It was true enough, but it'd been Snape that kindled it. Knowing Harry was safely ensnared in her spell, she pressed her mouth to the angle of his jaw, licking and biting as they seemed to float back to her quarters. Against her belly he was hard and deliciously tempting. She wanted to palm the heavy length but had to satisfy herself with nipping kisses along his neck for the moment. His body was taut and straining by the time they reached the bed and she banished their clothes with a flick of her hand.

Then his hands closed over her breasts from behind, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin of her neck. A cry of pleasure was torn from her and with just a squeeze her body was slick with welcome. Harry's body was a furnace that burned her from the inside out and he held her in place as he continued the torment. "Your mouth," Hermione demanded. "I need your mouth." And just like that his tongue was thrusting against hers the way he planned to thrust into her wet sheath. "Every inch. I want your mouth on every inch of me." His low growl had her blood boiling and she moaned as he knelt in front of her and fastened his mouth to the side of her breast, sucking and biting before claiming the nipples one at a time. The sheer pleasure made her knees buckle and she would've fallen if he hadn't caught her, steadying her thighs at the same moment he was easing them apart.

He released her breast and stared at her in a way that made her sizzle. Then he raked a finger across the damp curls and she moaned encouragingly. Then he lowered his head and put his tongue on her clitoris and she went insane, helpless to do anything but stand there, bucking against his mouth until he drove three fingers into her with long hard strokes as well. She screamed and shattered as he flicked his tongue rapidly as he fingered her, plunging in and out until the tension was almost unbearably high. And he licked around her swollen clit, then fastened onto it with his lips and sucked hard until her whole body went stiff. She cried out again, shaking in her release to his mouth, her creamy wetness practically dripping from his fingers, and he moaned his delight in her- which was almost as erotic as the act itself.

"Tell me what you want now mistress," he rasped. "You," Hermione whispered, overcome. "All of you." Harry centered his turgid member over her slick opening, slamming into her to the hilt and really giving it to her. "Yes," he hissed, giving into the furious pressure to fuck her harder and faster and harder still. She bit his neck, drawing his life into her, and the fierce tsunami of passion and power swept them away once more until he collapsed on top of her and the world faded around them. And she was thankful for the moment her ache eased and she was too tired to think of Snape.

The next day her concentration on the Quidditch pitch was so intense that she didn't hear someone behind her until they spoke, even with her enhanced senses. "Quite a conundrum you face young Hermione." A voice of age and power. Slowly she turned to meet the gaze of the other, eyebrow raised coolly. "I expect all this is still relatively frightening and new to you. But your two minds, two personas, have been warring against each other and you must find a way to unite them." The amber-eyed witch narrowed her gaze. "What do you mean Headmaster? What am I missing?" Those crystalline eyes twinkled back at her. "Why, love of course. Someone to share your life with."

Confusion clouded her gaze. How was such a silly thing like that supposed to help her? He looked as if trying to choose his words carefully. "Am I right in guessing the exchange of blood and energy hasn't been enough?" Hermione hesitated a long while before nodding quietly. "There lies your answer. The vampire and werewolf in you require a mate. Your second half." His bright, annoyingly cheerful voice was almost enough to make her want to snap in her current mood. But she swallowed back the impulse. She didn't really have anyone else really able to help her and she'd been so focused on… other pursuits she hadn't been able to even attempt to help herself. But she grew frustrated. "I've tried. Several times. Harry, Ron, half a dozen others. Nothing has worked for long. How am I supposed to find this elusive one?"

The old wizard chuckled softly. "Same as anyone. You have to listen to your heart. You alone know what truly draws you. Power and strength only gets you so far, my dear." She ducked her head, considering what he said. "And once you find it you mustn't be afraid to go after it with everything you have." She would've scoffed at the idea of being afraid, but the truth of it and the sudden seriousness on his face startled it out of her. "It's a lonely existence that meets those who go without this love. Some even go mad or die before knowing the force of it. And we can't afford to lose you- as a person or as a fighter." They exchanged a lingering look and then he was gone, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

She saw no one in sight yet was haunted by the scents of sandalwood, saffron and firewhiskey. "Meddlesome old fool," she sighed, exasperated. "You'd think he were in Slytherin." His tactics and gentle manipulations certainly were. Yet she touched the sigil above her heart with a fond smile lifting the corners of her lips. She'd received it the night she… went feral and attacked Malfoy. The sign for protection that actually did a pretty good job in protecting her from herself. But was it doing more harm than good? Could he be right about uniting the two sides of her? Rubbish. He meant well, but the result could be disastrous, right? 'Or could do you a lot of good' the voice in the back of her mind interjected. It was a risky move. Especially if it led to Snape. She left it where it was and left the field.

A/N: Short chapter, I know. But there's more coming soon. I realize a vampire/werewolf hybrid may sound a bit weird but they did it in Underworld and it suited my purposes [vampires in some fics drawing on blood and others energy, and wolves with their enhanced senses, mating, and full moon crazies], so i went with it. Enjoy!

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But suddenly the splendor and power of the music blasted through his mental shield and maybe hers too, because he looked into her eyes and saw the depths of her soul. A perfect reflection of his. Shuddering, he felt himself falling into her, or her into him, and his eyes closed against the brightness shining back. "I love you."