CHAPTER ELEVEN
Summary: Hermione Granger, one of the brightest minds of her generation, makes a decision that will ultimately change her future plans. At twenty-three, she finds herself moving to a strange town that's a hell-mouth for supernatural beings, pregnant, and in way over her head. And the father of her unborn child? The tall, dark and handsome werewolf, Derek Hale. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: I do not own canon events and characters, they belong to J.K Rowling and the creators of Teen Wolf and MTV. This is purely for entertainment purposes and I am not making a profit from the posting of this. This is set after Season 3, and everything from season 4 onwards doesn't happen; so no deadpool, Beast, Dread Doctors, Wild Hunt or Hunters. Allison still died, Liam will still be appearing, and there is no Kira or Malia. Derek is 22 and Hermione is 23. I'm fudging the time line a bit, too.
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"Are you happy now?" Derek asked Hermione, being grateful that they were nearing Beacon Hills and they should be arriving within the next twenty minutes.
"Very," she nodded, sipping at her milkshake.
After they'd both gotten ready and packed up their belongings, they left the motel to find a place for an early dinner, and an hour later they were on the road and making their way back home, but halfway through the journey Hermione really had to pee, so he had to stop. Not long after that, Hermione had forced him to stop at a diner –and at actual wand point, too, which both amused and frightened him- so she could get a milkshake, and after fifteen minutes of sitting inside, they left with Hermione ordering a second one to go, which she was now sipping at.
"I'm not sure if all this chocolate and ice-cream is good the baby," Derek commented.
"I don't care, it's the baby that wants it, not me," she replied. He snorted at her. "Don't forget we have to pick up Magic," she reminded him as the sign welcoming them to Beacon Hills came into view.
He rolled his eyes but he did make sure to take the turning that lead to Scott's house, rather than the turning that took them to the road by the woods. As soon as they pulled up and Hermione climbed out of the car, a still half full milkshake in her hand, she heard barking coming from the house and moments later, the door opened and her puppy came bounding out the house and over to her, almost tripping in his excitement.
He jumped up at her excitedly and she laughed and crouched down on the ground, Magic jumping to lick at her face with his tail wagging happily.
"I missed you, too," she laughed, scratching at his head and she stood up when Scott appeared with the back pack she'd given him.
"Hey," she smiled, standing up after she'd gathered Magic in her arms and being careful not to drop her milkshake. "Thank you for looking after him, I know he's a handful."
Scott smiled. "He's energetic, but I wouldn't say he's a handful. Saying that, he had me up at five o'clock this morning wanting to go for a run."
"And you gave in?"
He shrugged and smiled. "I needed the fresh air."
"At five in the morning, yes, I'm sure you did," she replied.
He snorted at her. "You're lucky you actually got him back, my mom wanted to keep him. She would've hid him from you if she hadn't had a shift at the hospital."
"Why do you make everyone fall in love with you?" She asked her puppy, looking down at him. He barked and licked her face in response. She shook her head and looked back up to Scott. "Well, I suppose we better go, I've got to check on Crookshanks and Snowball."
Hermione put Magic down on the ground so she could pull the envelope of cash out of her pocket and give it to Scott, but before she could, Magic darted to the car and jumped inside onto the seat before Hermione could even stop him. She waited for Derek's anger at him ruining the seats but he just chuckled as her puppy forced himself onto his lap, despite his size and he licked Derek's face.
Hermione shook her head and turned back to Scott. "Right, he's your payment, thank you again."
"Like I said, he was no bother, I'm actually going to miss him and if you need me to watch him again, I'll happily do so."
"Thanks, I'll probably see you around at some point," she said, before she climbed into the car, shut the door and fastened her seatbelt and called Magic until he climbed onto her lap. Hermione waved at Scott and Derek gave him a nod, before they pulled away.
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"Wait a minute," Hermione said, stopping Derek from stepping into the cottage after she'd opened the door.
"Why?" He asked her and watching as Magic bounded inside to terrorise Crookshanks.
"Give me your finger," she instructed.
He raised an eyebrow but did as asked and he blinked when she touched her wand to the pad of his index finger, making a small incision.
"What are you doing?" He asked, but she ignored him.
She guided him forward and squeezed a blood droplet from the cut and then pressed his finger to the wall of the cottage, whilst she waved her wand with the other hand and muttered under breath until the entire cottage and the ground below it seemed to glow a blue-hued colour, and then it disappeared. By the time she pulled his finger back, it had already healed.
"Alright, what was that and why was your house glowing?" He asked her.
"I've added you to the wards," she replied.
"And that means?" He prompted.
"The cottage will only allow me access due to the magical barriers surrounding it and the property, but you can enter when you're with me. But now I've made it so you can access the cottage without my presence. Now, if we're both out and you get back before I do, you can get in, whereas before you'd have to wait for me."
She waved her wand and a set of keys appeared, floating in front of her. She reached up and plucked them out of the air before handing them to his surprised form.
"The cottage recognises you as its resident and should you ever be in danger, all you have to do is come here and the land wands of the property will protect you. No one but you or I can get past. I needed your blood so I could set the wards to recognise your genetic makeup, and don't tell anyone either, blood magic's highly illegal as it's associated with dark magic. I'd definitely be arrested if someone found out."
"Wait, that's why you had me pick out the different scents in the blood, isn't it?"
"Yes, using his blood I was able to track him and get a firm lock on his location. Blood magic's illegal because it's archaic and dangerous. If the wrong person uses it, it can be used to kill someone. A lot of old Pureblood properties contain blood wards that keep out anyone that isn't of the same blood of the family, and they protect the mistresses and masters of the land, too. Over the centuries and decades it's grown so powerful the magic can't be removed, no matter how hard someone tries to dismantle it," she explained, before she walked into the cottage, immediately being greeted by a meowing Crookshanks as he darted through her legs and rubbed up against her ankles.
"I missed you, too, Crooks," she said, walking over to the kitchen so she could refill his food and water bowl, and she did the same for Snowball.
He hooted and flapped his wings when he saw her and she laughed and held her hand out. He hopped onto it and she sat him on her shoulder as he rubbed his head against her cheek.
"Not too much longer and you'll be able to fly again, you'll be free," she told him, reaching up to gently stroke the feathers of his face and he pecked at her finger affectionately.
Hermione turned around to see Derek sat on the couch and Magic was sprawled across his lap and when she looked to him, he was watching her with a small smile on his face.
"What?" She asked him.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing, I've just realised you're a Dr. Doolittle."
"He could speak to animals and was an actual doctor," she pointed out.
"But you do attract animals," he replied.
"I see your point," she nodded. "I mean, what are the chances that a guy I happen to meet in a bar is a werewolf? Only I could do that," she spoke rolling her eyes at herself, before she turned and headed to the library.
"Where are you going?" He called, looking at her over the back of the couch.
"To the library, and no, you can't come, I'm working on a project and I'm barricading myself in."
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By the time Hermione left the library it had grown dark outside, it was well after ten o'clock and her eyes were hurting from her research. She rubbed her hands over her face before calling it a night, returning her books back to their rightful places and she collected Snowball from where he was perched on a book shelf.
He hopped onto her hand and after returning him to his cage, she headed to her room to change into her pyjamas, opting for a pair of pink cotton shorts and a white spaghetti strap top, seeing as it was so warm in the cottage that night.
Feeling peckish she left her room with the goal of making herself a snack before heading to bed, only her plan was derailed when Derek stepped out the bathroom and into her path. Before she could stop herself she barrelled into him and she reached out to grip at his arms to steady herself, while his did the same.
She shook her head and slowly lifted her eyes from the ground, immediately locking on the sight of Derek's naked torso glistening with water droplets. He had a towel wrapped around his hips and his hair was damp, obviously he'd just had a shower.
Heat flooded her cheeks, a zing of heat shot through her at his nakedness and his scent swarming her and invading her nose, and she swallowed, slowly lifting her eyes to meet his. He looked down at her with dark eyes and an arched eyebrow.
"You alright?"
"Fine," she squeaked. Her cheeks darkened and she cleared her throat when a smirk pulled at his mouth. "Fine," she repeated, calmly pulling herself away from him and walking around him to the kitchen.
She pulled out the fixings for a sandwich, calmly and quietly making her snack while being completely aware of the fact Derek had followed after her and he was watching her, his gaze sending fire through her and she took a deep, calming breath. She heard his chuckle and she gripped the knife in her hand tightly until her knuckles went white, when his chest pressed up against her back, pushing her into the counter.
"Don't," she breathed out, shaking her head.
"Don't what?" He asked innocently, his hands coming up to grip at her hips and he pulled her back slightly until her arse hit his groin.
"You know what,"
"I think I do," he muttered, lowering his nose to nuzzle at her neck and he smirked when she titled her head to the side to give him better access. "Let me guess, your hormones."
"Yes, and if you don't stop that I'll..." She trailed off with a sigh, tipping her head further yet again, when he gently nipped at her neck with his teeth.
"You'll?" He prompted.
"I'll bite you," she muttered.
"Is that a promise?" He spoke her words back to her from the night before and her breath hitched.
His grip on her tightened and he pulled her flush against him, allowing his tongue to dart out and flick at her skin, a growl rumbling in his chest at the way she trembled against him and she dropped the knife onto the counter, her hand moving to grip at his on her hips when a zing of heat shot south and she gasped, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
He inhaled deeply and another growl left him, this one louder and more animalistic, more primal that she felt herself reacting to the sound, that she felt herself wanting to give him all of her.
"I can smell you, you know?" His deep voice rumbled into her neck. "You might've been hiding it from me before, but now I know. You can't hide from me anymore, Little Witch. I know you want me."
Hermione let out a whimpering sound when he placed butterfly kisses to her throat and dragged his teeth across her shoulder, biting down gently. Hermione's knees buckled and she almost collapsed and she would've done if he didn't have such a tight grip on her.
"I don't know why you're so smug, I can feel you want me, too," she breathed out, bringing notice to the fact his hardened member was pressed against her arse.
"I'm not denying that," he replied. "How can I not want you? You're a teasing temptress with the way you smell, with how responsive you are to my touch," he said as his hand moved to slip under her top and smooth over the bare skin of her stomach, while he nibbled at her earlobe and his facial hair scratched her skin deliciously. A moan fell from her lips.
"Got ya," he whispered.
Hermione let out a groan and gave in. She spun around in his hold, reached up and dragged his mouth down to hers with a hand on the back of his neck. He emitted a growl when her mouth crashed against his and her tongue darted out to seek entrance to his mouth. He granted her it, and lifted her up, settling her on the counter and her legs wrapped around his hips as his hands began wondering her body and hers did the same, one latching onto his damp strands and tugging.
She kissed him until she was breathless and then pulled back to trail a path of kisses and nips down his cheek, across his jaw, down his throat and over his neck and shoulder. When she reached the junction of his neck and shoulder, she bit down hard enough that he felt it and a growl sounded from him and his hips bucked forward.
"Got ya," she whispered back.
He brought his mouth back to hers and she squeaked when he lifted her off the counter and moved through the room, down the corridor and into her bedroom. Her back hit the soft mattress of her bed and he lowered himself onto her, grinding his hips against her.
"These bloody hormones are driving me crazy, I don't think I can wait much longer," she breathed out when she pulled her mouth from his so she could look at him.
"You're such a charmer," he teased her, lowering his mouth to nip at her lip.
She scowled at him before she lifted her hand from his shoulder and reached out for her wand that she'd left on the bedside table.
"What are you doing?" He asked her with a raised eyebrow.
Her response was to mutter, "Divesto," and he blinked when he was suddenly free of his towel and all her clothing disappeared, leaving them both naked.
"Well, that'll come in handy," he told her, before he took her wand from her, dropped it back onto the bedside table and then took her mouth in a consuming, breath stealing kiss.
She shuffled beneath him and he chuckled at her, his hand smoothing across her soft skin and slipping between them, two fingers quickly filling her and his thumb working at her little bundle of nerves like a pro. She tore her mouth from his and threw her head back, a keening whine falling from her lips and her eyes shut tightly as her hands gripped at his shoulder and hair tighter.
His dark eyes watched her greedily, his ears rung from the sounds he pulled from her, his nose was invaded by the scent of her, of her arousal and it was dizzying to him. He shook his head when he felt her walls fluttering around his fingers.
'That was quick,' he thought to himself. Her hormones really were doing a number on her, he realised. He'd read about pregnant woman being more sensitive but he didn't think it was to that extent. God, she was on the verge of orgasm after only a few minutes!
He twisted his fingers inside her and she gasped loudly, her body jerked and she clamped down onto him, a mumbled cry of his name falling from her mouth as she buried her face into his neck. He guided her through the wave until she slumped into the mattress and he removed his hand to shuffle above her.
"Better?" He asked, his dark eyes burning with heat and fire.
She breathed heavily and his eyes fell briefly to her breasts as they rose and fell with every breath she took, before he returned his gaze to her face.
"Surprisingly not," she replied. He raised an eyebrow and slowly began to move down her body, his intentions clear but she stopped him and dragged him back up to her. "No," she shook her head.
"But you smell so good," he all but pouted and he breathed in deeply, a growl rumbling in his throat as if to prove a point.
"That's your wolf," she told him. "Not only is he aware that I smell like you, he knows I'm carrying your child, too."
"But.."
"No, next time," she promised him.
Before he could argue she pulled him down to her and snogged him silly, until she found herself being pulled tightly against him, he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. His hands smoothed over the soft skin of her back before one came up to her hair, untied the bobble and her curls spilled down her back and over her shoulders and his hands buried themselves in the mass of wild curls.
She pulled back from him to look down at him. "You've got a thing about my hair, haven't you?" She said.
"What makes you say that?" He questioned.
"The fact that you always seem to pull it out of the bobble and bury your hands in it, and you don't seem to want to let go either." He shrugged his shoulders. "Most men prefer boobs, legs or arses, but not you, you prefer my hair."
"What can I say, I'm different," he said. "But I do like your legs and ass, too," he said.
She snorted at him. "And not my boobs?"
"No, I like them, too," he said.
"Merlin, you're a strange wolf," she sighed, shaking her head lightly.
He shrugged his shoulders and brought his mouth back to hers, and when she shifted slightly above him, he let one hand fall from her hair to move down and grip her hip as her hand slipped between them, a growl fell from his lips and she worked her hand over him and then she positioned him at her entrance.
With her eyes locked on his he thrust into her and a gasp fell from her mouth and her eyes shut briefly, and when they opened it was to see Derek's teeth gritted together and his eyes flashing between his dark brown and the bright blue of his wolf. Hermione was mesmerised by it. He shook his head and when he opened his eyes, they were back to brown and Hermione felt a little disappointed that she couldn't stare into the beautiful orbs that were brighter than any star.
She kissed him lightly on the mouth before she pushed herself up, pressing her hands on either side of his head to keep balance and before she could begin her movements, he spoke.
"I want to see you," he said. She frowned in confusion. "All of you."
Her eyes widened and she shook her head, a retort on her lips but unable to voice it.
"Yes, I want all of you. You're not going to scare me away."
She took a deep breath before steeling herself for rejection, then muttering, 'Finite,' under her breath.
As all of her scars were slowly revealed, his eyes scanned each one carefully, determining the size and age and what the possible cause was, but he didn't recoil in disgust. He lifted his hand from her hip to gently trail the bite scar on her right forearm, before moving up to the circular burn on her shoulder. He trailed his fingers over her throat to follow the line, and then his eyes fell to one of the largest scars he'd ever seen. It started at her right shoulder and went down the valley of her breasts, under her left breast and then down to her left hip.
Anger surged in him. He couldn't even imagine how she'd gotten such a scar, but he made it a point to find out. He took a calming breath to settle the wolf in his chest, and he turned his eyes to the collection of little scars he'd seen the night before, close to her right hip. He lifted his eyes to her, seeing her worrying at her lip and her face steeled as though she were expecting him to reject her, to insult her. How could she think he'd do that?
"You're beautiful," he told her honestly.
She sighed in relief and then bent down to kiss him, finally beginning to move her hips over him and his hand returned to her hip to guide her in her movements, while the other still remained buried in her hair, and she was right, he was determined to have the soft curls tangled around his fingers for as long as he could get away with.
There was just something about her hair; it was soft and thick, and wild and untameable and from what he knew of her so far, he thought it was a perfect representation. He knew from experience that if she wanted to do something, she would. He knew that she was soft and kind, but she was also fierce and determined. She reminded him of a wolf, which was probably one of the reasons why he was so attracted to her. She needed to be free, she needed to run wild and explore and learn and live, which is why he was always removing her hair from its restraint, so it could be free like the rest of her.
Feeling her walls fluttering around him, he planted his feet against the bed and when he found his footing, he thrust up into her until she clamped down on him and she pulled her mouth from his, burying her face in his neck and she pulled him over the edge, too.
She collapsed on top of him and he held her against him tightly, his hand still buried in her hair but massaging at her scalp gently.
"Better?" He spoke a few minutes later.
"So much better," she sighed, nuzzling at his chest with her nose and she placed a soft kiss to the spot, his wolf purring in his chest at the gesture. "I can't believe we wasted all that bloody time tiptoeing around each other."
He snorted. "Right, so from now on, no more secrets. We're honest with each other, agreed?"
"Pinky promise," she said, holding her pinky finger out to him.
He chuckled at her but hooked his own pinky finger around hers. "Pinky promise," he said.
She fell asleep with a smile on her face and he found himself watching her. His eyes cataloguing her beautiful features and committing them to memory, his hands playing with her hair and smoothing over her soft skin, and as he watched her, he couldn't help but marvel that this beautiful woman, this little witch, was the mother of his baby.
She'd given him a family, a pack, something he'd never thought he'd have. She'd given him a second chance at life and she'd brought a spark back into his life.
As he watched her sigh in her sleep and a mumble of his name fell from her lips, his face pulled into a smile and his chest filled with warmth.
He realised that maybe his feelings for her were a lot stronger than he'd previously thought.
He realised, that despite the short time they'd known each, he was actually falling for her, and what is fall it was.