Prompt: Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy
"Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy." Hermione pointed out, not even watching the werewolf stalking along behind her on her way to her Great Aunt Minerva's for the summer. It was only an hour walk from her village to her Aunt's, so she always went in the early morning when the birds were just starting to awaken and most people were fast asleep. Lately, she'd had a tag along.
The bright red hood of her cloak was thrown back from her wild brown hair, and the floating fabric of the cloak itself kept catching on the basket on her arm as she made her way through the woods. The staff in her hand helping keep her footing.
The werewolf didn't reply, the moon was sinking fast and soon he knew he'd be human once again.
Though he had made it a habit to walk the girl to and from the village to the cottage, sometimes where she couldn't see and others right beside her. Today, was a day right beside her.
Luckily, he was, as she found a rabbit hole and he was sweet enough to help her the rest of the way when her ankle twisted and she was forced to ride upon his back in order to not make everyone wonder what happened.
"Thank you," she breathed, placing a kiss upon his nose before entering the cottage and leaving him outside. A feral grin being missed as a tall, strong man quickly took the place of the wolf.
"You're most welcome, darling. One of these days, I'll be the one on your back, instead, though." Chuckling darkly to himself, he turned and reentered the woods, making his way home once more. It was only a matter of time, of course, before he got exactly what he wanted.