A/N: Hey! So I've decided to try myself at a mult-chapter fic this time. It's my first HP one, so I hope you all will be gentle on me. Plus I don't have a beta for this fic. So if any of you would like to offer, just message me or something. I'm already half-way done with it, so all that's left is the updates.

This story is slightly AU. It is compliant to the books and movies in some ways, but I managed to tweak a few things on my own. I'm rating it M for future chapters. There's some Minor experiences - but the lemons don't begin till Hermione is sixteen, almost seventeen. So just keep that in mind. This is not a happy fic. If you expect butterflies and rainbows, I urge you to leave now. Plus, anyone who doesn't like Ron bashing or Tonks bashing, this is not the fic for you.

DISCLAIMOR: I don't own anything, just the plot. The rest belongs to the legendary, JKR.

Hermione couldn't breath. An intense pain had stabbed her in the heart, and she almost thought it was literally at first. But before she had enough sense to hold herself back, she threw herself at his body.

She didn't care that they were staring - that was the least from her mind, at this time in her life. He was dead, gone, deceased from the world, never allowed to hold her in his arms again. Never allowed to make love to her, or kiss her lips, or run his fingers through her hair. Hermione would miss that most of all. The way they would linger and tangle in her curls…

She clung to his chest, not daring to let go, as tears ran down her cheeks and soaked through his ratty clothes. Everything about him, what she remembered, what she thought, what she loved ran through her mind like a speeding train. A hint of guilt passed along, when she parted her eyelids to see his wife laying beside him. She choked, and tears filled the spaces that she could see and everything was a blur once again.

"Hermione…" She heard her name called behind her, but didn't dare look to see who it was. She couldn't stand letting him go. Letting his body leave hers, knowing they would never touch each other again. Hermione thought about this, and did something she never thought she would never do; lifting her head, and peering at his scarred, weary face, she pressed her lips to his, and cried harder than ever.

His lips were cold and dry, but she had to feel him again. She parted, not getting his usual, passionate response that she was so used to.

"Hermione, we have to go," It was Harry, and he knelt beside her, grabbing her shoulders, trying to lift her up.

She swatted him away. "I can't! Please!" She was begging not to be moved. Hermione laid there sobbing, clutching his shirt. Harry's arms had wrapped themselves around her, trying to pull her up - "Hermione, you're going to get yourself killed, now move!"

Hermione was finding herself being pulled from his body, and into Harry's arms, and she replaced her grip on the ragged old clothes, to Harry's sleeve, still weeping, still holding her breath. Her screaming and pleading had stopped; now she held still, silently letting the tears stream down her cheeks. She had to get revenge. She had to do this for him, and for herself.

"Where's Greyback?" she said coldly to Harry.

"He went into the Forest with the - Hermione!"

But he was cut off, as Hermione ran from the Great Hall and out onto the grounds, heading straight into the forest, with Harry running right behind her. He wasn't very far behind to hear her cries and her pain.

She had gotten deep into the woods, not listening to Harry calling back at her. And there, standing in front of her as if teasingly, was Fenrir Greyback. Her mind snapped at his delicious smirk.

"You bastard! You foul creature!" Hermione was running towards him, screaming, tears still on her damp face.

"What did you expect, dearie?" Greyback cackled at her, but was cut off as a stunning spell hit him straight in the heart. He howled in pain, as the deathly, lethal look in Hermione set him on fire. There was pure anger and agony in her eyes; a mixture Harry had never seen before in Hermione. She wanted him to suffer the consequences.

"Crucio!" Hermione screamed, and Greyback was on the ground, writhing and twitching beneath her. She was torturing him, the feelings inside her being displayed before her eyes. Hermione felt powerful, she felt revengeful… like something inside of her had shattered all goodness inside her soul.

Harry ran in front of her, and snapped her wand out of her hand. "Expelliarmus!"

"Move, Harry!" She yelled, running to pick up her wand. Harry was quick though and grabbed it before she could. "Harry, he killed Remus! He killed him!" There was pain and agony in her words, and Harry felt her loss.

But she couldn't do this. He couldn't let her turn like this, dark and dangerous. Harry felt this way when Bellatrix killed Sirius, and he would do anything to help these feelings surpass Hermione.

He gave her wand back and whispered into her ear.

"Together."

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