Summary: femslash very gay! Hermione/tonks pairing.
Hermione bitten, turns into a werewolf and hides her transition from her friends, she will eventually find her mate and help Harry to try and defeat Voldemort.
Rated M for a reason, will have smut and Hermione will have one other female sexual partner before she meets her mate
Dec 26, 2017 Update: A reviewer warned me this story was too explicit and should take it down or change it, and while it saddens me to do so I will comply. I have moved this story over to Wattpad and am writing under the same name:Darkwolf393 If you want to read the story as originally meant to be read
Peter Pedigrew had just transformed back into a rat to make his great escape, menacing smile in place as he melted into is animingus form. Sirius and Lupin had been ready, but just before they could go after him Lupin saw the moon. Shit! It had to be a full moon.
Unable to heed Sirius's pleas he transitioned painfully into Moonie is alter ego. Saliva dropping from his mouth now fully the monster and no longer the man, he stepped towards Harry and almost chomped his shoulder blade, but was pushed away at the last second by a head of chestnut curls. Growling Moonie approached the girl who had effectively pushed The-boy-who-lived down the hill to safety. Her back turned, not knowing he had regained the ground he was shaken from. Before she could turn Moonie bit into her shoulder, a loud cry escaped her throat, and he would have kept going except for a sound from the distance. Was that a howl? The beast mused as he retracted his fangs from the soft shoulder.
Dropping the female, the wolf turned without a second thought and ran towards the sound.
Hermione winced at the pain from the puncture wounds. She knew the second that she was bit that one of two things would be happening tonight:
1) She would die, be ripped piece by piece and become food for the werewolf
2) She would become a werewolf
As she saw the retreating form, she knew it was to be the latter. No one survived a werewolf bite unscathed, and in-turned.
Making a swift decision, the young Gryffindor stopped the bleeding and put up a hasty glamour charm. She would act as if nothing happened in front of others, research what would happen come next full moon, and learn to control her wolf. She always felt Lupin took the easy way out and if he had only stopped wallowing in self pity he could be one with the beast.
The Order could never find out, obviously, Lupin was barely tolerated often treated like he had the plague at the best of times. She had time before the next change, and she all of a sudden had loads to do.
Thoughts sorted out, she stood and dusted herself off. Tonight she would finish helping Harry, tonight she would push everything aside, tomorrow she would research, tomorrow she would find answers.
Yesterday had been a whirlwind of activity. Finding out Sirius Black was not responsible for Harry's parents demise, but Ron's rat who was actually Peter Pedigrew. Seeing Harry conjure a powerful patronus, powerful enough to push away countless dementors, punching Malfoy had been a shining moment, and then there was Lupin or rather her moment with Moonie.
Hermione groaned as she rolled over waking up, her body would obviously go through many changes this month, as would her senses sharpening, increased appetite would be the first change to be sure….growlll…speaking of appetite, her stomach decided to make its displeasure known at the lack of food.
'Arggg Granger your stomach woke me up! Go feed the beast and let the rest of us sleep in! It's a Sunday for Merlin's sake!'. Lavender yelled
'Moving Lav, sorry.' Hermione responded
'It's ok 'mione, nzzzzzzz' Lavender mumbled/snored her response
Hermione laughed softly as she got up to get ready for the day.
Most people thought she hated Lavender Brown because she dated Ron briefly, however nothing could be further from the truth. The two had a cantankerous relationship, but they honestly loved teasing one another. Hermione was overjoyed when her friend dumped Ron, mainly because she had become one of those girls while dating Ron.
Hermione didn't think of herself as sexual in any kind of way, she just didn't have time for such frivolity. Even if she did think about it Ron would be the last person she would go for. He was a much better friend than possible love interest, and sometimes he wasn't even a good friend.
She made her way down to the Great Hall and sat at the Gryffindor table, as it was early she was one of the only ones to be eating at this hour. Her usual food appeared before her and she set to eat. Quickly finishing her fare she realized she would need to eat a little more to keep her wolf happy. She called for the table house elf.
'Winky'
With a pop the elf appeared, 'Yes Miss Gangy?'
'Could I trouble you for another spot of eggs, and possibly some bacon and ham?'
'Miss Gangy is being hungry this morning?'
'Why yes Winky, my appetite is indeed changing, would you be so kind to increase my normal food amount?'
'Miss Gangy is eating more like Master Lupy did. Miss Gangy even smells like Master Lupy. Winky is sorry for Miss Gangy's fate. Winky is appreciating Miss Gangy's care of us House Elves.'
Hermione smiled, 'well I appreciate you too Master Winky, you do so much for this school. I am wanting to keep this change to myself as long as I can, is that something you can help me with?'
Winky lit up from his previous bowed head and beamed speaking rapidly, 'Winky would be much pleased to help Miss Gangy!'
Laughing 'great, by the way any chance you noble house elves have any knowledge or literature about werewolves I might not find in the library here? I do not wish to be like Lupin, I want to control who I am becoming.'
'Miss Gangy is most wise, we house elves do have access to every Wizarding household through our families. Winky will get word out and see if any such book exists and speak with the elf elders.'
With a snap of his fingers the added food portions appeared to a beaming Hermione.
'Thank you greatly Master Winky.'
'Winky is happy to help Miss Gangy'
With a pop he left, leaving Hermione to it.
She finished her extra portions happily and made her way to the library. She found every book about werewolves and set in research mode. Her scroll had been filled nearly 25inches in the first hour.
As the hours passed she was only interrupted with a sandwich and drink appearing. Continuing on as she munched the hours turned quickly. She had just finished reading the last book when she looked at her watch. It was dinner time and already felt better about her situation. Acquiring knowledge always seemed to do that.
She made her way down to the Great Hall she realized if the house elves could already smell the change she would have to also mask her scent around Professor McGonigal. Casting a quick concealment scent charm she walked in and joined her best mates.
Harry and Ron smiled at her, knowing she had been researching all day due to the ink stain on her chin and hands she usually got after deep pondering. She sat down and a larger than normal food portion appeared in front of her as she dug in with much more gusto than was normal. Harry merely raised an eyebrow but said nothing, and Ron being Ron was oblivious.
Hermione noticed that more than once close females would give her weird looks throughout dinner, almost unconsciously. Glad she had spent the day researching she was prepared for this. While she could conceal the wolf scent, she could not conceal the pheromones wolves give off to their true desired mate's gender. She hadn't given much thought to her sexuality, but now that the proof was in front of her, her logical mind easily catalogued how it could be. Finishing up her meal she excused herself from the table and made her way to the Gryffindor tower.
Her reading said that these people of her preferred gender would unconsciously begin to give her attention, small touches here and there, smile more, flirt without knowing it. This all went back to the wolves being social creatures, a large pack meant saftey. She smiled at the possible extra attention.
Her parents had always been loving and understanding, they taught her to never judge others based on things they cannot control. She loved her muggle parents for all they taught her, she often felt more grounded than her pure blood counterparts.
'Never judge a book by its cover Hermione. People aren't always what they seem, positive or negative.. You never know what someone has been through that motivates their actions, learn from them like you learn from books, people can surprise you. Getting to know their stories can be as wonderful as unlocking the mysteries of the universe, never place knowledge over friendship, in the end these connections you make with people are the only things that truly matter. I know you value knowledge little one, but don't forget about the connections with other sentient beings, it may just save your life one day.'
Her mother had conversations several times, imparting wisdom often to her only daughter. They would sit in the evening either chatting or reading side by side after dinner when her father would do the dishes. The man was atrocious at cooking so he took over dish duty for the household.
Knowing her parents would not care of her sexuality helped her be ok with the revelation of her sexuality faster than would be normal. She was not sure how the wizarding world would take it however. This is why she decided to keep that knowledge to herself until she knew more, no sense in playing her hand too early. Besides, she had bigger issues at play her than something as trivial as who she shagged eventually.
With that knowledge she got ready for bed, showering and changing she eventually got into bed. Hermione noticed some fellow girls staring longer than was customary, one girl even brushed against her in the shower as she was bending over washing her legs. Hermione willed herself to not react, as she knew they could not control it, and if she acknowledged it then they would snap out of the haze. This would cause the to be angry at her, and find out her secret. Her reading suggested that these occurrences would be small and nothing inappropriate if she did nothing in return, so she shook it off as her new normal and went on about her night. Her life was about to change drastically over the next month, and she hoped Winky would be able to help her past the initial information she had found.
Winky had indeed delivered, as she had throughout the coming months delivered countless books, and even charmed a box for under her bed to keep all of these books hidden. She would merely need to place the books in the right compartment if she was done with the books and they would return to their owners. The left compartment would keep them hidden, looking like dirty laundry to anyone else who might go looking through her things.
Her first change had indeed been that first full moon after getting bit. She by now had grown quite a few inches, her senses sharpened and had grown out of her baby fat completely, hair tamed down to now soft chestnut curls. Her breasts had filled out nicely and backside shapely as well. Hermione snuck out to the forbidden forest easily with her enhanced sight and hearing allowing her to go unnoticed. Being knowledgeable about what she was to go through was indeed a blessing as she transformed painfully, but kept her mind from even the first transition. She let out an instinctual howl that calmed her soul even more. She spent the night wandering the Forrest, discovering what her new form was capable of, letting her instincts lead her.
She had met the centaurs that night in her werewolf form, she bowed graciously at their feet in deep respect. They recognized who she was and were prepared for her this full moon. She was given safe passage on their lands as they could tell her beast was controlled and would respect the natural order of the nature of the Forrest.
As luck would have it Luna had been wondering the Forrest as well that night. They ran into each other around 2am.
'Hermione, I was wondering if I might find you tonight.' Luna started
Hermione took a tentative sniff in her direction, then walked closer, ears flat against her head.
'I knew from the amount of Wackspurts around your head at dinner tonight that your first transformation would be tonight. Here, I brought you calming salve for your haunches. Werewolves are notorious for having itchy haunches in the fall you know.'
The wolf chuckled and let the dreamy blonde apply the salve.
It did feel better.
'There, all better, care if I join you tonight? I was out collecting my last pair of shoes from the Nargels, but would rather spend the time with you friend.'
The wolf granted the request easily. Luna had been a misunderstood witch. Most simply called her Looney Lovegood, not believing in her mystical beasts. Hermione had never been of that camp and took an instant liking to the girl. They weren't extremely close, but Hermione thought after tonight that might change.
'My your pheromones are rather strong tonight. I can see you will be enjoying some rubbing when you get back to the tower tonight.'
If the wolf stopped completely, turned and blinked at the young Ravenclaw.
'It's obvious of course, your mate will be female. While I'm not her, the females will be giving you attention until you find her. I would advise to not mention it to anyone, they would get quite cross if they found out what was happening. It is innocent and no one but myself will notice Hermione, so let it happen. Think of it as them just being touchy friends, like when your mother gives you a hug. I'm sure your research has told you the reason for this?'
The wolf shook her head in the negative.
'That is too bad, this lack of information lead to many issues in the Americas in Salem…anyway the touches are instinctual, meant to calm your wolf. Loving embraces will help you until you find your true mate. I couldn't ever find out if it was a self preservation instinct on the human's side of things, but I assure you it is quite innocent. Your wolf feeling loved will be subdued, you will not feel territorial over the females, and they will not feel anything for you except familial or friendly bonding. Relax Luperca'
The wolf tilted her head until she remembered the names origin. The fabled she-wolf who suckled Romulus and Remus. With a wolfy smile she nudged the smaller blonde in the shoulder playfully.
They continued walking and talking until it was time for breakfast. The wolf transformed back naked as she suspected. She began covering herself up with her hands nervous and self-conscious, only to be stopped by her friend.
'Hermione come here, you are beautiful let me hold you.'
The taller brunette reluctantly complied, but was surprised at just how calming the touch had on her wolf. So much so that she began to purr as she nuzzled the smaller blonde.
'See what I mean now? Luperca, I brought you some clothes to change into, then we can see about joining everyone for some breakfast.'
The blonde released her friend and gave her the clothes Luna had taken from Hermione's trunk, sensing the coming change in her friend.
'Luna I can't thank you enough. By they way, how do you know so much about werewolves?'
'Oh, my godmother is a werewolf, her mate is just lovely. My father and mother were great friends of the pair and named me 'moon child' or Luna in their honor. The wolves saved my parents on more than one occasion in the first war.'
Hermione embraced her friend once more. This could work, she could go on with her life as planned. Her friend gave her that hope. Smiling she didn't realize she was crying until she stepped back and the dreamy blonde wiped away her tears and kissed her cheek. Placing their foreheads together they silently acknowledged the solace in the moment, no words were needed. Things were going to be ok with her wolf. The world was for sure going to be crazy, war impending, pure blood fanatical wizards had begun tracking down mud bloods, her parents needing sanctuary, so many issues, but here in this moment she knew at least her wolf would be at peace here. She could still be the brightest witch, she could still learn where she had found a second home, she could still keep her friends. She could still just be.