The Hunted
The ground was moist. She could feel twigs and rocks, wet with dew, under her bare feet. She'd been here before, but only in a dream, a long past forgotten dream.
The only familiar thing about this was that uninvited sense of someone following her, hunting her. She knew this was it. She knew what, who, was trailing behind her. It was her own fault. She brought this upon herself.
She could feel Remus gaining speeed, he'd be there with her soon. She looked up at the sky. The moon was still out, full, but dawn would be breaking quickly.
Her heart pounded as she heard a howl close by. If only she could stall just a little bit longer. All it would take was ten more minutes. She couldn't let him get away.
She wasn't the one being hunted, no, in reality, he was. She could sense him close now, very close. The sun was coming out. She heard another howl. It was time.
She made it to the clearing just in time to see the painful transformation. He looked surprised to see her. He wasn't expecting her to turn around and come for him. He looked at her, his face full of a mixture of embarrassment, and lust. She came to him, embracing him in a tight hold that they'd both longed for, since the first day Remus laid eyes on Hermione.