A/N: O-Kiee, thank you for the awsome reviews, and for pointing out it was 20 years older. Thank you SOO much! 3 :) I'm so greatful. Now, for the chapter...I'm sorry it's kinda short, I'm really trying to get you guys up, and I'd rather update faster with fewer words than update much later with more words. Thank You, enjoy, and REVIEW! They're the sunshine for my sky :)

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The transformation was terrible. He felt his bones grow and his clothes rip open. He grew fur all over, and felt sore after he transformed. He had run out of Wolfsbane potion, and couldn't stop his mind now. He wasn't the know-it-all Remus, but the monster, Moony.

He roamed through the grounds, searching for something to do. His eyes narrowed. He saw a girl, picking up flowers. She seemed to be rushed. Prey. He growled. The girl turned his way and her eyes widened in horror. She took back a few steps. Her brown curls swished from behind her and seemed to point at him. The wind was blowing hard, but Moony knew he had to get her. A tiny whisper from the back of his brain said, "Moony! Stop! She's…" Moony cut off the voice and slowly walked over to her. He wanted her. He wanted to bite her, insert his teeth into her neck. She staggered a few moments, and collapsed. She had tripped over a rock. She gasped for breath, and started to run, but Moony ran and stood in front of her. Her eyes pleading, she didn't want to meet his teeth. She knew she was trapped. She couldn't do anything. But she whipped out her wand. And yelled," Stupefy!" But she missed.

Moony lunged forward to her. She cried for help. But it was too late.

Remus woke up the next day with a weird taste in his mouth. Something sweet. He shook it off, and looked up. He was laying on the meadow. He shook his head again. Moony must have brought him here. He felt horrible. Something inside his brain told him he did something unforgiveable. But he couldn't remember what.

Then, he saw a brown puff. More like hair, actually, and when he saw who he was staring at, he ran over to her. Hermione. She looked as if she were attacked. Blood was gushing somewhere. He looked all over, when he saw that her right shoulder was exposed. And right next to her bra strap, there was a round, red mark. Blood and blue streaks were coming out of it. He widened in shock. He tried to shake it off, but he couldn't. He uncovered his right shoulder, that showed a dark round mark. The tears in his eyes showed fear, anger to himself, and well, more fear. He had bitten her.

Hermione woke up and saw she was in the living room. She didn't know what was going on. She shrieked in pain when she tried to sit up. Her right shoulder was screaming. When she saw a red mark, she didn't know what it was. Was is a bruise? Or maybe someone cut her. No, it can't be. She doesn't remember anything.

"Her-her-Hermione, you're awake." A voice said from behind the couch. She whipped around, ignoring her pain, and saw a familiar face. Remus. She smiled weakly, and looked outside. The sum had already risen a few feet. "Hello, Remus, how was your night?" she asked.

"That's my question to ask, 'Mione." He said. She was puzzled. "Hermione, something terrible happened last night." Remus simply said. She stilled looked puzzled. Then, she winced. Her bruise still hurt.

"Hermione…that's something you don't see everyday, isn't it?" Remus asked. She nodded, "What is it, Remus? Did someone hit me?"

He shook his head. "No, Hermione. That's…that's…that's a bite."

Her eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe it. It wasn't true. "A…a…bite?"

He nodded sadly. "A werewolf bite, Hermione." He broke down. She covered her face. "You? Remus? How…how…how could you?" she shrieked. His face showed shock. Hers showed fear and anger. "I didn't mean to, Hermione, you know that." Remus sobbed.

"But how…when…" her voice trailed off and she started to cry.

"I can't believe it. I don't believe it at all." Hermione said. The tears in her eyes were unstoppable now.

"Hermione? What are you doing up so early?" Ron asked from behind her. She didn't turn around. "'Mione? Are you alright?" He walked up to her. He was shocked to find out that his best friend was crying. Her eyes were red and puffed, and she couldn't stay still. He put a comforting arm around her shoulders, but she pushed him away. She wanted to be alone for some while.

"Ron, please. I want to be alone." She sobbed.

Ron just nodded. He looked up and saw Harry coming down the stairs, and walking over to him, but Ron flicked his hand and mouthed, "She wants to be alone."

He nodded, and walked into the kitchen, where he bumped into none other that Remus Lupin. "Hello, Professor. Excellent morning, isn't it?" He simply nodded slightly. Harry reckoned he was acting like this because of the full moon. He was always moody around then. Then again, did have something to do with Hermione? Did he hurt her? Fire blazed in his eyes and he pulled back his Professor. "Does you sadness have to do something with Hermione, sir?" he growled.

Remus blinked, and slowly murmured, "You will have to ask her. If she answers, she trusts you." Unsatisfied, Harry glared at him. But he let the matter drop. Remus sighed of relief.

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