Hermione's POV
I wanted to find a book on werewolves, but more specifically, on werewolf mating. I know it's wrong to want a married man but I almost can't help it. I was drawn to him, I always felt like I was out of place, like instead I should be next to him, especially on the full moon, but it had a weird feel to it. Sometimes I felt like I was feeling his pain, while it may just be sympathy, I felt like it wasn't just that, to me it was like phantom pains.
My forefinger ran lightly across the spines of the books in the Black library. 'Beasts and their Nature' I pulled the book off the shelf and walked down to the window seat before flipping it open to the table of contents, werewolves.
"Page 336, 336...336 Aha here we are." I muttered as I fanned the pages in order to get to the correct one. I mouthed the words as I read them.
Werewolves are an instinctual beast. While any other time of month, instincts don't have as much control. There are two ways a werewolf can live, either in acceptance of their wolf or in denial. Those in acceptance of their wolf can find that their transformations are nearly painless, and that their senses are heightened from the norm throughout the month. All the while, those in denial of their wolf will find that their transformations are agonizing and long-lasting, their senses also suffer. The senses only heighten minutely above those of the average human. This denial can also be described as a split personality.
I stared blankly at the page for a moment as I mulled over the passage. It made sense, I mean, you would have to be deaf to not hear Remus' screams on the full moons. And I remember hearing Sirius say that it was like they were two different people entirely, Moony the wolf and Remus the wizard. There wasn't much more on the general information that I hadn't already known from being around Remus, I turned the page and the was the bolded heading that read Mating. I pulled my knees up and rested the book back against them as I read.
The mating of a werewolf is extremely unique. Unlike any other beast you can clearly see the fact that the wolf takes hold when it comes to mating, instead of a more usual blending of the two. But the wolf seems to take a hold over the mate, changing their attitude, even if they are not a werewolf.
Before the wolf is mated, the transformations are filled with a longing and the driving search for their mate. The wolf will find themselves attracted to anything revolving around their mate, their scent, favorite food, even their favorite color. Even with the searches, wolves have been known to take companions or pseudo-mates. They use these companions to take away some of the frustration and pain that a mate would dissolve. But it should be known that while they may bond with their companion, should they meet their mate they will immediately lose any and all connections they have to their companion.
The actual behavior of both the werewolf and their mate is quite interesting. The mate must be able to match the werewolf in every aspect and even if the bond is not recognized by both parties consciously, they will both change. The mate will find themselves on edge and longing for pleasure but will find that they are disgusted at the thought of being with another. The wolf will become actively more aggressive and volatile leading up to and on the full moon, their regular searches will become more frantic and they will have heightened hormones.
The actual process of mating is quite sexual and to many, seemingly brutal. This is true especially for a pair that find each other on a full moon. The wolf will become violent to all who come near their mate and will dominate the mate, no matter what is said. Now, this cannot and will no longer be considered rape due to the Werewolf Protection Act, Article 5. Both parties will subconsciously feel the need to be with each other, although not as strong as the wolf. Pairs who meet when not on the full moon find things more gentle and quite easier. Though it should be known that on both times the wolf's main goal is to bring pleasure to their mate. The mating bond is finalized by the wolf biting the mate during their release.
To a wolf, family is everything. They will act protective of those they care about and will often, to outsiders, seem like they are mated when in fact they are just closely bound.
I stopped reading as I blushed and shifted uncomfortably. I reached up and ran my fingers lightly across my neck. What would it feel like to feel someone's mouth and teeth there, kissing, biting, and sucking on the skin there. i blushed and slammed the book closed, I took a couple of deep breaths as I tried to make some connections. Harry and Ron had both mentioned that I was antsy and always had to be doing something on the full moon, Ron had just passed it off that it was my 'time of month'. I used to have a crush on Ron but now I couldn't imagine being with him like that. And now that I was staying at Grimmauld Place, I found that I wished that I could be down there with Remus, comforting him, even though it was dangerous. I felt like the descriptions were describing me, but I had only seen Remus display any of these traits with Tonks. Maybe it was just me. I set the book on the window seat and began walking out of the library and into the kitchen.
"Oh wow. She's alive and out of the library." I glared at Ron before smacking the back of his head as I passed to grab a mug. I pulled a couple of tea bags out and then I spun around as I heard Tonks yelling.
"Remus! What's going on? You haven't been you lately. Is it me? Don't start acting like you did when our relationship began!" They were in the other room so I couldn't hear Remus but Tonks failed at being quiet. After a minute Remus entered the room and I spun back around to pour my tea. i leaned against the counter as Remus sat next to Sirius.
"Anything new with Greyback?" Harry jumped the gun before Sirius could answer.
"Greyback? The werewolf? What happened?" Harry was almost out of his seat. Sirius held up a hand and sighed before resting his chin on his fist.
"Yes, that Greyback. We've been seeing more and more of him lately, and we're pretty sure he is watching the house." I decided that it was time to leave as both Harry and Ron shot up and started yelling. I set my mug on the counter and walked out the back door. I didn't realize how late it had gotten, it was dark out now. I sat down on the edge of the porch and leaned back on my hands. Right, Greyback was a werewolf too. I sighed and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. What if I was just imagining everything with Remus? What if it wasn't Remus? No, that wouldn't make sense. I had never met Greyback, at least I don't think.
"Greyback." It was barely a whisper as I mused, "Greyback, is that even his name?"
"It's my last name little one" My head shot up at the voice and my breath caught in my throat. The man, Greyback, was tall, at least a foot and a half taller than me. He had thin but strong features, stubble and his eyes seemingly glowed gold. His eyes had a crazed almost manic look to them.
"Who are you little one?" He had knelt down in front of me, his head cocked to the side.
"I'm, i'm Hermione G-granger." I gulped as I struggled to get the words out, I gasped as he grinned, showing sharp teeth. He grabbed my chin,
"I think you're wrong." I gaped at him and he continued.
"Try Hermione Greyback, little one." I blinked rapidly as I licked my lips. Then there were hot lips pressing urgently against mine, rough and forceful. His hands gripped my hair and curled round my waist pulling me flush into his chest. My hands rested against his biceps as I let my eyes close. I gasped as he bit on my lip and he took the opportunity and plunged his tongue into my mouth. He immediately took over and I let him. The taste of him was intoxicating, rich and smoky but earthy. He tugged roughly at my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my throat. I moaned lightly as he kissed under my jaw and as he began moving further down my neck I moaned again, not as quiet though. He sucked and nibbled at my collarbone and I felt like I was floating. I arched into him and moaned loud enough that I worried someone would hear me. Greyback growled appreciatively before he pulled entirely away from me, I whimpered at the loss of contact and he grinned. He held a hand out to me, I knew that nothing would be as it was now, I would probably lose some of my friends, if I took his hand. I took his hand.