New story, Hermione is a wolf, and has an awesome bromance with Remus. So give me reviews because that's the only way i will be motivated to continue writing for any of my other stories. and if you have any ideas for where you want this story to go, let me know. I'm open to suggestions and ideas.

Hermione hated the way her skin itched incessantly throughout the week leading to the full moon. She didn't know how Remus looked so poised and graceful all the time when she literally felt like there were fire ants crawling all over her back and thighs. It was her fifth transformation and she really didn't think she would ever get used to it. When Remus told everyone that he had, she knew that he was lying. He was lying to protect them and she could understand that. He looked at her with so much sympathy and understanding that sometimes it felt suffocating.

But it was better him than Mrs Weasley's sad, pitying looks. She couldn't stand that. It was the main reason she felt the need to move out of the Burrow after the war was completely over and done with. That, and the fact that Ron no longer held her romantic interest. He no longer smelled appealing to her, with her new found senses she found that she could tell by the smell of someone if they were trust worthy. He seemed a little off in that department. She later found out that he had gone back to Lavender.

She briefly wondered if he would have done so even if he was with her but pushed the issue out of her mind. He was still her friend, and a good person to boot. Just because he didn't suit her romantic needs didn't mean he was a cheater. She was sure that he and Lavender would be lovely together and wished them well. She'd even become closer to Lavender, their new found lycanthropy a bond that held them together as pack, though Lavender's was more mild than case. She was a full fledged werewolf, whereas Lavender hadn't been bitten, only clawed.

And so on she went with her life, picking up her studies once more and pushing through to get her NEWTS. She passed with flying colours even if she only studied three months for them. McGonnigal didn't question her wish to take the tests as quickly as possible and she had been thankful for that.

Now she was working in the Department of Control and Regulation of Magical Creatures, as the deputy head under a particularly like minded Lucy Cartwright. She was a magnificent witch, whom had been campaigning for equal rights for sentient magical creatures for years. Now that Kingsley was Minister of Magic, he had given her the go ahead to start rewriting all the archaic laws that made it hard for creatures like Hermione, to get jobs and live decent lives within the magical community. Hermione was enjoying herself, challenging herself and meeting new like minded people. She also met a lot of people who's minds were still narrowed by the pureblood mentality and found it rather satisfying as she succeeded in getting everyone of their support and approval for her law amendments, changes and additions.

Although her work life was taking off, her social life was practically non existent. She lived in a two bedroom flat in London, with only Crookshanks for company. She liked having her own place. The independence and privacy meshed well with her personality. But it left her alone most of the time. Her mother always told her that if she wasn't careful she would turn into a workaholic, just like she had been. Hermione felt that this was true. She didn't get out much. But she was still settling in to her role at the Ministry and life outside of the war and Hogwarts.

So that was how she found herself being pulled along to another Weasley dinner by Harry and Ginny. She hadn't really wanted to go. There was a pile of work sitting on her living room coffee table that had been calling her name, but there was no arguing with these two, especially when they were working you over together. She was sure that they would be able to talk her into handing over her muggle bank details without her ever realising what she had agreed to, they were so persuasive. So she didn't put up a fight when they showed up at her door, knowing it was futile.

The Burrow was the same as ever, and she had forgotten how comforting that could be sometimes. She walked into the bright lively home with Ginny on her arm, and the first thing that hit her was the delightful smell of Mrs Weasley's cooking. Ever since she'd become a werewolf, her senses had gone into overdrive. Remus apparently thought that this was unusual because he only experienced heightened senses in the leading up to the moon but for Hermione it was permanent and unchanging. The second thing that hit her was overwhelming and had her on edge. The smell was of tobacco and mulch, smoke around a camp fire and the softest undertone of sandalwood. It was distracting. She couldn't place where the smell came from and all throughout dinner it bugged her to the point that she hadn't even been paying attention when the others had addressed her in conversation.

At some point, after dinner had ended and everyone was socialising and drinking, Remus pulled her aside.

"Are you alright? You seem a nit off tonight." He asked her, obviously thinking it had something to do with the impending full moon.

"There's just this smell, its so... I don't know what it is and it's so frustrating." She gushed to him, feeling a bit lost and a lot annoyed that she couldn't pin point the origin of this wonderful smell.

"Are you sure that's all it is?" He asked, though he wore a smile on his scared face that made Hermione think that he knew more than he was letting on.

"How have you done this all these years with out going completely bonkers?" she demanded and Remus let out a deep belly laugh.

"I am completely bonkers love. I just have people to ground me." He told her. She just huffed in annoyance.

"Well if you're really fine, I'll let you get back to hunting for that smell." He told her as he caught sight of his wife and mate.

Hermione looked around at all of the people present. It couldn't be any of them because she had met them all before. She would have noticed if one of them smelt that good. God, she wanted to bury her face in that smell, she wanted to role around in it and soak it up like sunlight.

Suddenly, the smell got closer, and she closed her eyes inhaling deeply as it surrounded her.

"Hey Hermione. What are you doing hiding away in the corner?" Asked a deep masculine voice. It made her shiver all over. She got a funny feeling that all her life had been waiting for this moment, her bones rattled in their frame as she opened her eyes to seem the handsome creature standing before her. She was entranced. His freckled skin and chiseled jaw, his long curly ginger hair and broad muscular shoulders nearly had her swooning. She felt something click into place inside of her. He was it. He was her mate. Charlie Weasley was her mate.

"Holy shit." Were the words that escaped her lips as she stared up at him in awe. She really didn't know what happened next. She vaguely aware of Charlie touching her shoulder, the feeling of his warm skin on hers was seared into her brain forever but she couldn't for a coherent thought in her brain, nor did she register his panic at her lack of response.

The next thing she knew, she was back at her place, in bed with her alarm going off to signal the start of a new day.