AU: So, I'm attempting to get a few stories out this summer before I'm back off to University. This story is set Post-Hogwarts, after the war is fought. I'm tired of hearing about the "final battle" that could never live up to Rowling's. This story will be a Draco and Hermione pairing, and if you don't like it, don't read it. Also, there will be dark themes, including abuse. I've yet to decide the lengths of it. But again, if you don't like it, don't read it. I hope you enjoy it! And yes, the prologue is very short. I often enjoy the tease of a tiny prologue. I promise more chapters will come quickly.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters involved within the series.
He had not expected this. Remus Lupin was scared.
It was now two years after the final battle, and he could honestly say he hadn't felt fear like this since those days. He now worked within the ministry, working on acts for the equal treatment of werewolves. His office often corresponded with the office in charge of the welfare of magical creatures, yet never face-to-face.
He was well aware that Hermione Granger had risen among the ranks within the office, campaigning for the welfare of house elves. Today, he'd been restless, and decided to go up the floors to her office directly and deliver his message. When he arrived, it was the smell of her that first shot fear through him.
She smelled… weak. Hermione, weak? The thought was preposterous. Without her research into the horcruxes and her constant moral support throughout the dark times, the war never would've been won. Hermione was anything but weak. So why, why did her scent reek of weakness?
He stood in the doorway, staring at the back of her head, trying to decipher all that he could before he announced his presence. Shaking his head, he stepped forward and placed a hand on the shoulder of his friend. She jumped and spun her chair around, her eyes wide with shock.
Remus felt his mind reel once more as a wave of her scent washed over him. She was afraid. Her scent of weakness was now laced with fear. Hermione Granger not only feared very little, but of all the things to fear, why was it him?
He had not expected this. Remus Lupin was scared.
Scared for her.