Mates
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She knew something wasn't right, could feel it in the pit of her stomach as she continued down the familiar path that would lead her to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. She was only a few blocks away when she noticed that her instincts were right. A shove landed her against the rough wall of a building. Before she could reach for her wand, a larger body was pressed against her, pinning her body in place.
"Look what we have here boys. Potter's little Mud Blood out wandering the streets all by her lonesome," his breath smelt rotten, making Hermione's stomach roll as it invaded her nostrils. Every muscle in her body tensed was she felt the larger body press harder against her. She could feel the rough brick of the wall scratching against the skin of her cheek.
"Did the Savior let his little Pet off her leash? Finally run out of use didn't you?" A rough hand reached up, gripping her chin tightly and jerking her body to turn, facing Fenrir Greyback and two other wizards Hermione didn't recognize. She knew he was looking for fear, wanted to see panic, and Hermione refused to show him just how terrified she truly was of the monster standing in front of her.
"Greyback, hurry this along. We can't be caught out here," one of the wizards stated, tone bored as he glanced away from the scene that was unfolding before his eyes.
"Sorry Pet, I won't get to have my fun with you just yet. But soon, you'll be begging for me," his words were hissed in her ear before he lowered his head to the junction of her shoulder and throat.
Hermione knew what was coming, had anticipated it since she saw who it was that had shoved her against the wall of the building. She didn't cry out, she didn't fight the werewolf. She refused to allow the monster that small victory. He pulled away from her slowly, savoring the feel of her soft body pressed against his before she sought him out. Hermione allowed herself to sink to the cold ground, her legs no longer working as the werewolf and his two keepers left her. She could feel the blood seeping from the bite on her shoulder, soaking the cloth of her shirt. Hermione couldn't find her strength to push to her feet, couldn't force her body to move at all, no matter how hard she tried. Slowly, she leaned her head back against the wall, closing her whiskey colored eyes and silently praying to whatever deity that was listening to end the pain that was coursing through her veins at that particular moment. A sound to her left drew her attention for a moment, yet she refused to open her eyes, refused to see if Greyback had returned for the fun he had been denied.
"Oh! Remus! Remus, hurry!" a familiar voice shouted, and with those words, Hermione knew she was safe once again. She allowed the pain to consume her, forcing her into unconsciousness.
When she awoke once again, she was on a comfortable bed with a cold wash cloth on her head. Hermione moved stiffly as she forced her body into an upright position, pulling the cloth from her forehead and glancing around the room she was staying in. Slowly she began to recognize the furnishings as those that decorated the room she stayed in at Grimmauld Place. Closing her eyes, Hermione drew her knees to her chest and waited for the fear to settle on her shoulders.
"He fucking bit her, Remus! How can you expect us to just sit here and do nothing knowing that monster took a chunk out of 'Mione," she recognized Ronald's voice, heated and full of panic.
"And do what Ronald? You can't possibly surprise a werewolf. Surely you learned that from your brother," Remus stated, his tone calm and even as he waited, obviously expecting Harry to lose his temper with him as well.
"Remus is right Ron. We need to stay calm for 'Mione's stake," Harry's voice was calm, his temper tightly reigned in. Slowly, Hermione opened her eyes when she heard her bedroom door open, a familiar head of inky black strands sticking up in every direction, drew her attention to the open door.
"You're awake," Harry stated, a note of happiness clearly evident in his voice at the sight of his best friend finally awake.
"I'm sorry I worried you guys," Hermione murmured as Harry stepped further into her room, shutting the door behind him and picking his way to her bed, sitting on the edge.
"You're going to be alright 'Mione. Remus said you won't go through the full transformation. But Greyback… He infected you because in about a week you'll go into this phase. Remus called it Heat. You'll want to seek out the strongest male, and Greyback wants you to seek him out so he can… He wants to breed with you 'Mione," Harry said the word as if it were a curse. Hermione shivered in disgust at the thought, she knew she wasn't at all alright.
"Harry, what does this phase entail?" she questioned, watching as her closest friend frowned a bit, obviously thinking his words over before he said anything.
"I think Remus might be able to answer that question better than I ever could 'Mione," he finally answered, pushing to his feet and striding over to her bedroom door and pulling it open. Remus was leaning against the wall opposite of her bedroom door.
"Remus?" Hermione questioned from her bed, watching as her former professor entered the room. He offered her a shaky smile, running his hand through his greying sandy colored hair.
"How are you feeling 'Mione?" he questioned softly, watching as the young witch sat up straighter, her eyes appearing sharp in the dim light.
"Like I was attacked by a werewolf. Don't, Remus. Just tell me what changes I'm going to go through," Hermione snapped, clearly tired of the others tip toing around her. Remus exhaled a sigh, his shoulders sagging as he thought over his words carefully.
"You'll be experiencing an unbearable rise in temperature. You'll crave physical contact. You'll be… You'll be randy Hermione. It's what Lycanthropes call Heat. It ignites our need to breed, to reproduce. It's rare for a woman to survive the bite. You'll be sought after unless you find a mate, 'Mione. He needs to be strong, otherwise he won't appeal to your wolf. Do you have anyone in mind?"
Hermione sat statue still on her mattress, processing exactly what Remus just told her.
"He bit me in order to breed with me. He bit me to gain an upper hand on the Order?" she practically snarled the words, clearly angry at the thought of being used as a pawn in a game.
"Yes, Hermione," Remus knew better than to upset the witch when she was near ready to explode.
"He's out of luck. I refuse to be used as a pawn!" Hermione growled as she pushed to her feet.
"Do you know any Lycanthropes Hermione? Do you know any that could be seen as an Alpha? Because you are going to search out the strongest male and Fenrir Greyback has ensured that will be him," Remus spoke, his voice tense as he fought for control over his temper. Hermione turned her whiskey colored eyes towards the older wizard, thinking over his words.
"Malfoy. He was bitten by Greyback when he failed to kill Dumbledore. Malfoys are always the best. Maybe…" Hermione trailed off, currently weighing the outcome of her choice if she actually went through with it.
"He would be considered an Alpha. Not only is he a wizard which makes his wolf side stronger, he is also younger. Pack mentality would force the mantle onto him if he were to ever challenge Greyback," Remus continued her thought, his eyes widening at the way she was thinking.
"He would be the prefect candidate. Besides, he's on our side which adds to whatever appeal the boys will need to see that he could help us," Hermione finished, a grin stretching across her lips for the first time since she woke.
"I'll set the boys aside. Why don't you go freshen up and gather yourself? I'm sure you're going to be in for a fight once they hear what we have to say," Remus suggested as he turned on his heel, making his way back to the bedroom door.
"Remus?" Hermione called just before he twisted the handle. The older wizard paused, glancing over his shoulder to meet the young witch's eyes.
"Thank you for supporting me, for understanding and not judging my choice," she whispered. However she knew he would be able to hear her, no matter how quiet she was. Remus merely inclined his head before opening the wooden door and leaving the young woman alone for the first time since she woke. Inhaling a deep breath, Hermione counted down from twenty before pushing herself out of bed. She swayed on her feet for a few moments, her equilibrium not quite right before she picked her way across the room to the adjoining bathroom where she would be able to shower and wash the attack from her skin. She closed the bathroom door behind her, glancing around the pristine white room for a moment before he eyes fell on the large mirror over the sink. Blood stained her forest green shirt, pink skin was already starting to cover the bite wound on her shoulder. Her jeans were torn in serval places and dirt covered her knees as well as her hands. Her usually wild hair was a tangle mass atop her head and she knew it would take her ages to sort it out. With a sigh, Hermione picked her way to the shower stall, turning the knobs to the hottest they would go before she began to pull the clothes over her head. She made a mental note to burn the articles before the night was over to rid herself of any reminder of Greyback and his attack.
Twenty minutes later, Hermione was out of the shower, her skin holding a faint pink glow from the scorching water. She had pulled on a pair of leggings and a loose white button shirt that she was sure belonged to Harry. Her tangled mass of hair was now brushed and fell in smooth ringlets, and her feet remained bare. Inhaling a deep breath, Hermione steeled her nerves for the fight she was certain was to come. She opened her bedroom door and silently padded down the stairs. Voices floated from the kitchen, tempers obviously flaring as Remus attempted to calm Harry, Ron, and Sirius down from the rage they were working themselves into.
"You three aren't listening to me. This is something Hermione has to do unless you would rather she sought out Greyback!" Remus finally snarled. Hermione stood at the entryway of the kitchen, watching as the werewolf's words finally seemed to seep into the thick heads.
"You're saying 'Mione doesn't have a choice? It's either Malfoy or Greyback?" Harry murmured, his emerald green eyes narrowed a fraction at the thought.
"That's exactly what Remus is saying Harry. The obvious choice is Malfoy, considering he's a member of the Order," Hermione stated, finally speaking up from her position against the kitchen entryway.
Remus exhaled a sigh as Sirius, Ron, and Harry turned to face the brunette witch they each respected.
"It's either Malfoy or Greyback, Harry, and I don't know about you, but I would rather not be a brood mare for a Death Eater," Hermione stated, her voice cool. Harry nodded his head, knowing she had a point.
"Alright 'Mione. I trust you. I trust your decisions. If Malfoy is the best choice, then we'll stand behind you," Harry stated, glancing at his god father and his best friend. Hermione nodded, inhaling a steadying breath before focusing all of her attention on the only other werewolf in the room.
"How long do I have before I go into Heat?" she questioned, knowing he was the only one who would be able to answer her questions at this point.
"A few hours at most. I suggest you go see Malfoy now, 'Mione," Remus answered after inhaling her scent slightly. She nodded in agreement, shrugging away from the wall and turning on her heel.
She knew where the Malfoy Heir had been placed by the Order, she was the one who had suggested the safe house. Yet, as she stood in front of the familiar flat, she couldn't help but feel nervous about what she was going to ask him to do.
"Are you going to stand out there all day, or actually knock like a normal human being, Granger?" Malfoy's drawl reached her ears before he wrenched the front door to the flat open. Hermione stared in shock at the sight that greeted her. Before his attack, Malfoy had been gorgeous, almost surreal. However, now he looked even better in her eyes. He stood before her in nothing but a pair of leather trousers. Silver lines decorated his torso, an old bite wound rested on his shoulder. He was all defined muscles and hard lines. His platinum strands hung loose around his face, and Hermione craved to run her fingers through the fine strands. Lycanthropy was good for him, Hermione decided. He moved aside, allowing enough space for her to enter his flat. Hermione made sure to brush against his exposed chest, feeling his muscles tense from the contact.
"How are you Malfoy?" Hermione questioned as she entered the living room, taking a seat on the low leather couch. Her whiskey colored eyes were trained on the Lycanthrope in the room, power rolling off of his body in waves.
"Cut the chit chat Granger. What are you doing here?" Malfoy practically snarled, crossing his arms over his exposed chest and narrowing his mercurial silver eyes at the young witch that was in his domain.
"I… I need your help," Hermione hesitated, watching his eyes narrow further at her words before taking a seat in a leather arm chair across from her.
"And what does the great Hermione Granger need from a lowly half breed such as myself?" he sneered, watching as every muscle in her body began to tense as the nearly full moon rose higher in the night sky.
"I need you to help me relieve an itch," she practically snarled the word before pushing to her feet and moving around the table. It would allow easier access to Malfoy, not that she was going to tell him that of course.
"And what itch would that be Granger?" he questioned, a smirk playing on his lips. Hermione paused her pacing, feeling as if a spring was coiled in her lower stomach, ready to snap.
"Greyback bit me yesterday evening. He wanted me as his mate to breed with me. I'm not particularly fond of having my choices taken from me and so I thought, who better to help me than Malfoy. You're intelligent, cunning, you keep up with me in a verbal spar, and you're attractive. You would be prefect for a mate," Hermione explained, not noticing the look that was slowly taking over Malfoy's features.
"Let me get this right. Greyback bit you in order to force you to become his mate. You would rather have me, someone you despise, claim you than him?" He watched as Hermione slowly nodded her head, walking until she was just in front of him.
"Why is that so hard for you to believe Malfoy?" she questioned, knocking his knees apart to stand between them. His eyes were watching her carefully, noticing the way she was beginning to act the higher the moon rose.
"You hate me Granger. You despise my very being. And here you are asking me to ultimately fuck your brains out because you don't like the other option. Not the most flattering reference," he snorted, watching as she reached for his hands, carefully placing them on her hips before sliding her own hands along his arms to stop at his broad shoulders.
"You've changed since our sixth Malfoy. And a girl would have to be blind to not see just how fit you are. You've had my attention since fourth year. I like who you've become, and I think you would be great together, don't you?" the last part was whispered against his ear, her lips brushing the shell.
"You won't wake up in the morning and regret this Granger. Because once I claim you, that is it for either of us. You will belong to me," he was fighting for control, fighting to restrain the wolf that was scratching just under the surface to escape his tight hold. Inhaling a breath he recognized the heady scent that filled the air, and knew if she didn't walk away now, she would find herself tied to him for the rest of her life. He watched as her lips curved upwards into a smirk that enticed him all the more.
"I came to you Malfoy. I don't think this is going to be a mistake. Now unless you aren't up for the challenge," she trailed off, listening to the growl that ripped from his chest before he shot out of the arm chair and backed her against the far wall.
"Don't challenge your Alpha, Bitch," he snarled before he claimed her mouth in a heated kiss. Hermione knew she made the proper choice the moment his lips clashed against hers. She refused to allow her choices to be taken from her, and Malfoy was going to ensure that never happened to her again. She moaned softly into his mouth as he nipped her bottom lip, tugging sharply on his hair.
"My mate, my 'Mine," he growled against her mouth before his hands slid down her sides, reaching her thighs and hoisting her to allow her to wrap her long legs around his waist. The perfect Mate, she thought hazily before all coherent thought left her mind.
A/N: My first Hermione and Draco oneshot. I hope you enjoyed it, it was interesting trying to write. It came to me from an image of Draco in leather pants. And that could only possibly fit if he was a werewolf. Let me know what you thought.