Disclaimer: Neither of these characters belongs to me
Rating: T to be safe
Genre: Romance
Summary: Hermione felt enough love for her soul mate than was possible, but there were times…Warning: Femslash, don't like, don't read. Yes, Femmslash: Who is it? Ginny? Luna? You'll have to read.
Pursuit: Chapter One: Predator and Prey
Hermione stared out the window of the Weasley family's house. She really wasn't sure when this whole thing started. It had taken place a long time, of course. At least almost three years. There were times when she was sure the whole thing was surreal. Well it was real, but it seemed almost like an illusion. Still she had ponderings if it was actually real. It was as if this whole thing was just too good to be real and tangible.
Hermione had learned many things since she had first entered the magical world of witches and wizards when she was eleven and first realized that she was different from most children, and she had learned of such wonders of spells, enchantments and potions that had been so helpful in the years and trials and adventures that she, Harry and Ron went that they spent at Hogwarts and in the battle against Lord Voldemort. But nothing could help her understand this! Nothing at all.
Three years had passed since she had met her and a part of her still wondered how it happened. She often felt like she wasn't entirely in control of the situation.
No, that was a lie. She knew that she wasn't in control at all. She knew that whenever she went to the Grimmauld house, she knew that those eyes were watching her. And she'd feel…hunted.
Hermione knew of course that if she wanted a normal relationship where there would be no passion whatsoever, all she had to do was get back together with Ron Weasley. Ron didn't have a passionate bone in his body. All he wanted was fame, fortune, and was lazy as possible and thought that Hermione was his. Well, if she wanted someone like that, she would have stayed with him after the war ended. But no, she wanted more, and by Merlin she got it!
She was lying to herself when she told herself that she didn't know when this had started. She did. It started the very first moment that she had met that woman. But the real feelings started at the Department of Mysteries, when herself, Harry, Ron, Luna, Ginny and Neville had to be rescued from Death Eaters.
The metamorphmagus had been so brave, so beautiful and noble. Hermione had felt a warm feeling in her stomach before, when she first met the older woman and when she, Ron and Harry had first been brought to Grimmauld Place. But nothing like the feelings that had developed over time and that she now possessed.
Her feelings were a stream of desire and need, but more importantly, real love. Love and complete affection, adoration and endearment.
After the war, when so many honorable witches and wizards died, Hermione had found herself wandering to the woman she realized that she always had loved.
She would admit that her jealousy had formed when she had seen Remus Lupin and Tonks together, but Tonks had even told Hermione herself that her and Remus's relationship would not last long.
Ice. That was what Tonks had once told Hermione that Lupin was like.
Lupin shared no interest in her any more than she did him. Her feelings towards the werewolf were only brief and not very important. Tonks and Remus's affair was only a temporary occasion and nothing came of it.
Still, even though Tonks's feelings towards Remus were only shallow and yes bland and had been temporary and nothing else, and Hermione's feelings towards Ron had also been temporary as well, the heat that Hermione felt whenever she could sense the older woman's eyes on her made her feel like she was prey in some ways.
Her unending yearning for the woman, unfortunately was also mixed with fear. She feared both her feelings for this older woman and fear of her.
Hermione knew what being hunted was like. Merlin knew that she should know what being hunted felt like. Merlin, when she, Harry and Ron had fled from Death Eaters and Snatchers in what would have been their seventh year, a few months ago, they sure as hell knew what being hunted was like.
The Death Eaters and the Snatchers had been relentless, like predators.
Hermione, after that, never wished to feel like prey again.
And yet here she was, being prey, being pursued.
Who knew that she would now be enjoying that feeling as Tonks's ever changing eyes followed her everywhere, tracking her "prey's" every move?
Back in the Muggle world, Hermione had read several books on fairytales. Wasn't there one fairytale in particular where a young girl approaching womanhood was being hunted by a big, bad wolf? Hermione had never been that interested in fairytales; only facts, but she had read it none the less. Yes, the tale was called "Little Red Riding Hood." Hermione knew it as well as any muggle or muggle-born would know it, and when she thought about it more and more, the wolf terrified her.
There were times, even now as the two of them were in the same house here at the Weasley estate, honoring those that gave their lives in battle, like Fred Weasley, Sirius Black, and many others, and she thought about the wolf's hunting of the girl in the fairytale, that she felt Tonks's eyes on her again. And that was when she often had to avoid Tonks. She'd have to go to another room so as to evade her predator, to escape the metamorphmagus from pouncing on her prey.
Merlin, even Tonks's patronus was a bloody wolf!
Not only that, but Hermione often felt very awkward and embarrassed being around Remus and Ron. Remus who had once had an infatuation with Tonks but Tonks had long since lost interest in the werewolf and Ron still pined for her. She felt that she, in some ways was responsible for breaking both of their hearts. It was grim really. She had broken Ron's heart over her true love which happened to be like the wolf in the tale.
But then, it was too late, wasn't it? Her life was now set in stone now that she had met her soul mate. Tonks was indeed her soul mate and she wasn't just that but she was also a pursuer. Hermione knew that Tonks's feelings weren't just those of lust. She had seen the way the metamorphmagus had looked at her. It was indeed a look of desire and attraction but also a look of yearning and complete love and utter devotion.
Hermione wasn't stupid. She knew the difference between pure and simple lust, which was all Ron had for her, and true love, trust and loyalty, which Tonks had for her in spades. Given the two, Hermione knew whom her heart belonged to. It was the big, bad wolf that pursued her footsteps in Grimmauld Place and the Hogwarts castle at every turn. One wouldn't think it, given how cheery and clumsy she was, but Tonks was the epitome of a predator.
It was deceiving really; how bright and cheerful and fun loving the metamorphmagus was, but Tonks was dark. One wouldn't ever imagine it, but it was true. It wasn't just when Tonks became infuriated when someone called her by her first name; Tonks was so seductive in her own way and even a little frightening in her hunting of Hermione. She was endless in her hunt for the little muggle-born.
It really made Hermione regret sometimes that she had told Tonks about that fairytale and even read it to her once. Tonks, after hearing everything about the story, once asked, "Hermione, is it possible that all the wolf wanted from Red Riding Hood was love?" The question had unsettled Hermione to no end and had formed several possibilities in her mind.
Maybe that's where the metamorphmagus got it from.
If she had any doubts about that, she actually once heard Tonks say, "Why are you always avoiding me, little girl? Scared of the wolf?"
She shuddered at the reference. She knew very well what the "moral" of that story had been. Do as a good girl was supposed to do, or else a predator will eat you. She didn't have to ask what "eat" was a metaphor for. Especially in terms of being forced upon. Rape.
But then again, how could it be rape, when Hermione wanted Tonks too, and would give into the older woman in less than a heartbeat?
Hermione wasn't a good girl. She hadn't been for a long time. How could she be when she had actually killed Death Eaters in the final battle, when she had enjoyed their screams and hatefully watched as Bellatrix Lestrange was killed by Molly Weasley, hoping the deranged woman's death was as painful as possible? No, Hermione hadn't been innocent for a long time.
Whatever fear Hermione might have had of Tonks, it was nothing compared to the terror that filled her when she had nightmares about what might have happened had Tonks died in the battle at the castle. Tonks meant more to her than life itself. If she had died at one of the Death Eater's hands in the final battle, Hermione suspected that she would die in some ways as well. There were still times when she had nightmares about that, if Tonks hadn't escaped the final battle at Hogwarts unscathed.
Perhaps that was why Hermione was now feeling more or less at peace as Tonks was standing right in front of her, her hair now down past her shoulders and black just like a panther's and staring at Hermione with those now blue eyes that pierced right into her, just the way a predator's would. Maybe that was why she felt more alive and soothed and excited than afraid at this moment, facing her hunter. It was probably why she now realized that she would welcome the teeth and claws of her predator ripping into her without any restraint. As Tonks leaned forwards, Hermione knew that her beloved would do just that.
She watched as the older woman took out her wand and used a sound proof spell on the room, and then kept the door closed and locked so that it would take forever for anyone to get in here. Tonks had basically trapped her in here. No one would hear Hermione, no escape.
Hermione felt the fear return, but also a thrill of anticipation. She was afraid but also full of need. She wanted this to happen, even if a part of her was still afraid.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion and yet in a flash. Tonks was now right in front of her, arms all around her, removing every inch of her clothing. Hermione felt her jeans slide down her legs and collapse to the floor, she felt Tonks almost savagely rip open her buttoned up, white shirt, revealing her bra covered breasts allowing Tonks to feast on the sight and watched as Tonks licked her lips upon what she saw.
Hermione saw the look in Tonks eyes and watched as the metamorphmagus's hair started shortening back to the shoulder length cut that Hermione was used to and the hair became her "normal" violent bubblegum violet color. Hermione suspected that this had been changed because this was Tonks's most aroused state. While she was turned on like this, she couldn't control what form she took.
Hermione's desire for her mate might have been why she didn't even try to squirm further into the corner of one of the Weasley's rooms where Tonks had herded her and had her trapped and pinned her in order to make sure that Hermione couldn't even cry out for help and only give futile attempts at escape. It was why, as she felt both her bra and underwear ripped from her ruthlessly and felt a hungry mouth and burning tongue on her nipples and felt a sweaty palm coming up to cup her groin she only moaned in pleasure and not cry out for mercy.
As Tonks kept grinding her palm Hermione between her legs, Tonks released Hermione's breasts and leaned down to her newfound lover's neck, slipping out her tongue and licking it up Hermione's neck, right where the girl's pulse point was, arousing Hermione even more as she bucked into the seductive, dominant woman's hand, whatever sanity she had slipping she felt the massaging palm being replaced with inserting fingers one by one, thrusting into her.
As Tonks chuckled, she nipped at the muggle-born's neck, then she brought her mouth up next to her little witch's ear, groaning huskily, "Guess red riding hood isn't trying to run from the wolf anymore, huh?"
The predator had swallowed the prey whole. The big, bad wolf had taken little red riding hood completely; body and soul, and Hermione loved it.
And finally, when Tonks breathed those words that Hermione used to fear, she felt her heart flutter.
"I love you, Hermione." Tonks whispered.
Okay, hope you liked it. Like I said in the summary, femmslash, so if you don't like femmslash, yah shouldn't have read it.
As for how it was, my deepest apologies for being so repetitious. It's still a very serious and tedious kink in my writing that I still really need to straighten out. But besides that, I hope you enjoyed it, even though it was probably pretty damn bad.