Hermione woke up in a very comfortable bed. She sat up yawning and stretching before looking around. She was in a rather large room with dark maroon walls. The bed she was on was most likely king sized and had maroon and black sheets. She got up from the bed and stretched once again before leaving out the door that was slightly ajar. She figured she was in Harry's room once she got out in the hall. She headed toward the staircases.
"Morning Mia." Harry said from the living room once he saw her. He was reading the prophet and drinking some tea.
"Hey Harry." Hermione plopped down next to him and leaned against him, reading the prophet with him. "Where is Ron?"
"He had to go and help Ginny with something." Harry explained as he took a sip. "Are you thirsty or hungry? You slept for awhile."
"What time is it?"
"About one o'clock?" Harry said, glancing at his watch. "Do you have somewhere to go?"
"Nope, I was just curious." She reclined next to him and smiled. He smiled back and reclined with her. "So how are you feeling by the way? Do you hurt anywhere?"
"I am feeling good. I am just a little stiff in the back but that will go away eventually." Harry said as he rotated his shoulder, while grimacing a little.
"Here, lay down on your stomach." Hermione said while standing up. She pulled on him a little to get him to move. He complied although he was confused. She grabbed an ottoman that was sitting not far away and sat it next to the sofa. She sat on it and pushed up his shirt.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he turned a little to look at her.
"Giving you a massage of course." Hermione said as she started to rub his back. "You don't need to be sore when you go back to work. You will just hurt yourself even more. Where does it hurt the worst?"
"Mostly my shoulders." Harry mumbled as her small hands worked his back muscles. He bit back a groan when she worked out a tough knot. "You are amazing." Harry said, groaning.
"Oh I know." Hermione laughed as she leaned up a little more.
They lapsed into silence. Harry was enjoying the massage that she was giving him. It was almost euphoric. Her scent has been driving him mad ever since he learned that her form was a wolf. It seemed that it intrigued his inner wolf incredibly and he had a hard time pulling back the reins on his wolf. Her scent toppled with her close proximity and how her soft hands were working his back made it even harder to keep the wolf at bay. He would have to be careful from now on.
"There you go." Hermione said softly, stopping the massage. "I hope that helped a little."
"It helped a lot." Harry said as he sat up and pulled his shirt down. He stood up and grabbed her hand, watching as confusion clouded her eyes. He made her stand up and follow him. He kept her hand entwined in his and went into the kitchen. He sat her at the table and went towards the ice box.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked.
"I am making you a nice lunch. I heard your stomach growl a little and so, as payment for that wonderful massage, I am going to treat you with some of my culinary skills." He grinned as he grabbed food out of the ice box and sat it next to the stove. He then went around the kitchen and grabbed several different kinds of ingredients from the cupboards.
Hermione watched amused as he shuffled around the kitchen while humming a low tune that she didn't recognize. About twenty minutes later he finished and got to setting the table. He set it up for them both before bringing over whatever he cooked. He made some kind of pasta with a creamy sauce and chicken.
"Bon appétit, mon cheri." Harry said as he dished out some pasta into her plate before filling a glass with pumpkin juice. He then sat down and got himself some as well.
"Wow Harry, this looks great!" Hermione stated, shocked at his culinary skills.
"Try it." Harry said after swallowing a bite.
Hermione ate some, amazed at how good it tasted. Harry watched her as she ate; amused at how her eyes lit up with each bite she ate. He loved how he can see every emotion in her eyes. He could read her like a book and vice versa with him.
"I never you knew how to cook but this is amazing." Hermione said before taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.
"I am glad you like it." Harry grinned at her. They continued eating before they were interrupted by an owl that was tapping at the window. Harry got up to let it in, not recognizing it at all.
"Who is it from?" Hermione questioned. She looked over at the completely black owl that had bright blue eyes.
Harry grabbed the letter from the owl and opened it. "It's from Tonks." Harry sat down at the table and read the letter. Hermione watched the owl fly out the window and leave before turning to look at Harry, who was looking more and more annoyed as the letter progressed.
"Bloody hell." Harry mumbled as he silently handed the letter to Hermione. He rested his elbows on the table before resting his head upon them, rubbing his face in annoyance and anger.
"I can't believe it." Hermione gasped as she finished reading the letter. "How is it is that Fenrir escaped? They had him bound with magical suppressive ropes that would have disabled him from using any kind of magic."
"She said that he managed to manually break the ropes using his werewolf strength." Harry stated as he looked up at her. "Don't worry Mia, he will be apprehended and justice will be served to him. It just takes time is all."
"I am only worried that he will come after you to finish whatever he started the other day." Hermione said.
"Well, I will be cautious now. But you must be careful now as well. He might use you to get to me." Harry explained as he stood up from the table. "Come on, let's go see Tonks, Moony and Teddy Then maybe we can get some ice cream or something."
"Sounds good."
"I will get them, even if it kills me." Fenrir growled as he watched the two of them walk around Diagon Alley. He was under so much concealment charms that no one would recognize him. He had two others from his pack with him, both unrecognizable and unknown. You could never be too cautious while on the run.
"I thought we were just getting the boy." One of the pack mates asked.
"Originally, yes, but take a big whiff of that." Fenrir said as he watched Harry and Hermione buy ice cream at Fortesque's. "She may just be a puny little human with an animagus form, but she smells like wolf. It takes a lot to be a wolf animagus."
"So what are the plans now?"
"We kill the boy and get the girl." Fenrir grinned as he watched them flirt and just enjoy the beautiful afternoon. "It will be such sweet fun breaking the girl and killing him." Fenrir laughed as they slinked away from the crowd, disappearing into the shadows.
"You okay Harry?" Hermione asked as she took a bit of her sundae. He suddenly went silent and it was like his magic was crackling around him. She watched worried when he didn't respond and his eyes glowed amber for a little bit. "Alright Harry, come on."
Harry growled a little bit and clenched his fist. Hermione took that as her cue to apparate them back to his house or her flat. She grasped his clenched hand a lightly pulled at it, getting him to stand up. She muttered a few words to calm him down and then hugged him to apparate them out of there.
She landed on the floor in her flat, with him landing on top of her. "Ouch," Hermione grunted in pain and tried to push him off but stopped when she noticed his eyes. They were completely amber and she noticed that he had a feral look to him.
"Harry?" Hermione tried to talk to him, to get him to relax. She reached up a hand to his face but was stopped when he grasped her hand tightly, but not to where it hurt, and pinned it to the floor. He lifted himself off her a little and straddled her. She started to struggle a little when he pinned her other hand to the floor. He growled a warning at her, baring his elongated teeth, which made her freeze. "Harry?" Hermione called out silently.
His wolf was in complete control and he could do nothing but watch. He watched as his body under control of his wolf pinned Hermione to the ground and straddled her. He knew his wolf would not hurt her but still, he needed to get in control. He had no idea what even caused him to lose control. He was sitting with Hermione, eating ice cream and just enjoying the day. What caused him to lose it? He would figure that out later, right now he needed to rein in his wolf.
"Harry, whatever is wrong. I'll help." Hermione said, not sure what is wrong with him. He changed like that and it is uncommon for a werewolf to change in daylight unless they are under a lot of stress or extremely angered. Hermione wasn't sure which it was, but if she had to guess, it would be the latter.
Wolf-Harry only growled at her before he leaned over closer to her. He smelled the air around her before he stuck his nose in the crook of her neck. He took a big breath of her scent and growled in a content manner. Before too long, he sat back up and his eyes were back to his normal emerald color and his hands loosened up on Hermione's wrists.
"I am so sorry." Harry muttered as he immediately got up and shuffled away from her. "I have no clue what happened or what I was doing." He turned his back to her, not wanting to see her angered or disappointed at him.
"Harry," Hermione said, still on the floor. "It's okay."
"I could have hurt you!" Harry muttered, as he plopped down on a loveseat and buried his face in his hands.
"Yes, you could have hurt me. But, Harry, you didn't and that's the thing." Hermione got up from the floor and walked over to her distraught friend. "I am not angry at you, just concerned."
"Your not?" Harry asked as he looked up from her. "I need more control over my wolf though. I can't let that happen ever again."
"I'll help you with that but no, I am not angry. Not one bit." Hermione said as she said on the chair's arm. "What caused you to lose control?"
"I don't even know for sure." Harry sighed. "All I really remember was sitting there eating some ice cream and enjoying the day with you when I smell someone that my wolf automatically distrusted and didn't like. Then, with the scent of that person, was something was very musky and spicy. It made my instincts go nuts. I looked around for the source and saw these creepy blokes in the shadows and the one guy, I am assuming was the leader of some sort, was just leering at you. It was sickening and then my wolf got control."
"So, your wolf was being possessive over me?" Hermione asked bewildered.
"Well, I think it's because you are a wolf in animagus form and that you are my best friend. I think it was protecting my pack." Harry said not looking her in the eye. "I think at least."
"I guess that makes sense." Hermione said. "But are you truly okay? I got worried at Diagon Alley when you looked like you were about spring up and attack something."
"Yeah, I am." Harry answered as he smiled at her. "Sorry about the whole pinning you to the floor thing."
"No worries, I think it was just your wolf making sure I was unharmed."
"Yeah, that is probably it."
A/N: Thanks to all that read this and especially to the ones who reviewed.
