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Chapter 10

Hermione woke up to the sun blaring through her eyelids. She yawned and threw her arm over eyes in an attempt to block out the sun light. She felt oddly refreshed as she lay there. She didn't want to move and snuggled deeper into her covers. She sighed contentedly every inch of her reveled in the toasty warmness.

Just then a knock interrupted her perfect morning. Hermione peeked through her arms and saw Naylee had opened the door and was now beaming at her brightly.

" Master would like Miss to join him at breakfast." Hermione groaned and threw her covers over her head. She really just wanted to stay in bed today. After spending all night in the library she... wait, she had no memory of coming back to her room last night. Shit, that's why he wants me at breakfast, She thought. Now she really didn't want to go. He must have found her in the library.

After a moment she told the elf that she would be there and as the elf left Hermione threw the covers off her head and swung her legs over and sat there for a moment. If he had found her in the library that probably means that he saw the books that she was looking at. He'd most likely be in a foul mood. He didn't exactly enjoy people poking around in his business.

She got off her bed and went into her bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, and sighed. She still wasn't used to her new self. She even missed her bushy, mousy brown hair. But she did enjoy the fact that she didn't have to fight through her hair in the mornings. It made getting ready in the morning that much easier.

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After she had showered and gotten dressed she made her way down the stairs towards the dining room. Dread was growing in her with every step she took. She knew that he wasn't going to be very happy with her. As she approached the door she took a deep breath, held her head high and entered. She made her way to her usual seat, doing her best to avoid those piercing eyes that she could feel following her.

They sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Hermione didn't want to be the one to break it and she was surprised that he hadn't yelled at her the moment that she had entered the room. His silence unnerved her.

Hermione poked at her eggs with her fork, pushing them around her plate. Then a loud thud made her nearly jump out of her seat. She looked up to see Fenrir standing next to her and then looked at the book that he had just dropped in front of her. Her stomach dropped as she read the title. Devious Curses of The Most Foul. It was one of the books that she had read last night.

"What exactly does your pretty little head need to be doing with a book like this?" Fenrir's mocking tone ringing with a tinge of anger.

Hermione's mind went into overdrive trying to come up with an excuse. If she told the truth he would possibly get even more angry because she was sticking her nose where it didn't belong. But try as she might she couldn't think up any good reason. She didn't have a wand so she couldn't have been reading it to use it and if she told him that she was just reading it for fun he would never believe her. Instead she just sat there dumbly with her mouth slightly open. Fenrir's face grow a deep red color. He took a threatening step towards her, there was now only a couple inches between them.

"Last I checked, a wandless, sad excuse for a witch has no business interfering with werewolf affairs. And I will not have scum such as you, thinking that we need your "charity"."

That was the last straw for Hermione as she drew back and slapped him across the face, hard. She realized too late what she had done. She barely had time to react as she was slammed against a nearby wall, Fenrir's hands clawed around her shoulders pinning her, his fangs bared and his eyes had turned black.

"I will not be treated like that in my own home and if it weren't for your father you would not have the opportunity ever again."

Hermione gasped, he wasn't supposed to know who her father was and his words had stung her straight to her core. He was so close to her that he could feel his breath on her neck, and the more she squirmed the tighter his grip became. His eyes were dark and piercing with fury. Hermione could only stare at him in fear. She was unarmed and completely at his mercy.

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Fenrir glared into her icy blue eyes and her fear only intensified his anger. He could feel her trying to struggle away from him but he couldn't let her go. He was as frozen as she was. She looked just like her mother and he had seen that same look on her mothers face. Fear, and defiance. It had always driven him crazy.

Damn her father! If it weren't for him he would have never agreed to this! Of course He wasn't supposed to know exactly who her father was but he wasn't an idiot. She looked exactly like her mother and there was no other option for the father. He could see Riddle in her to. But it was mostly her mother.

Her height, her slim yet curvy body, the long silvery blonde hair that was a Malfoy trait that immediately gave them away, Her blue eyes that could look straight to your soul. Almost everything about her screamed Victoire.

Lela's cry tore him away from his thoughts. He must have been digging in his claws into her harder than he realized while he was immersed in his thoughts. This time as he looked into her pain filled eyes, he couldn't take it any more.

He pressed her harder into the wall and crushed his lips to her's. He didn't mind that she didn't respond he just held it it there for a moment savoring the feel of her soft lips against his.

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Hermione noticed that Fenrir's eyes had grown slightly cloudy like he was lost in thought so she tried to get away from him again trying to squirm free from his grip, but then his claws dug even deeper into her soft creamy skin piercing it. She couldn't help but let out a cry of pain as she felt her blood trickling down her arms. It was then that Fenrir seemed to snap back to reality. She looked up at him in pain, his grip not loosening at all. It was then that she noticed a hungry look in his eyes and before she knew it was raised off the ground and was being pushed harder into the wall. Then Fenrir's lips crashed into hers. They were surprisingly soft but Hermione was to afraid to move. She was frozen while his lips explored her own.

Despite herself she timidly started to respond. The moment overriding her mind. His grip relaxed slightly and he tried to wrap his arms around her. It was then that she snapped back to her senses and found the strength to push him away. He stared at her in confusion and then she turned and ran away.

As soon as reached her room she threw herself on to her bed crying. She was so confused. She hated feeling like this. She always had some kind of a grip on the things that happened around her but this, was so out of the blue and so unexpected that she just didn't know how to handle it.

She lay for a while going through the events of the day and every time she did she could not figure out how any of this made sense. He was always so hostile towards her and then he just kissed her! Her head began to ache as she tried to figure it out.

Maybe it was time to write a letter to her uncle. She got up from her bed and crossed the room to a small desk and pulled out a quill and some parchment. She took a deep breath and began.

Dear, Uncle Lucius

How are you doing at the Manor? I have been doing well here but something happened today,

and well I just need someone to talk to. Not to worry, I'm not in any danger, I think. But I would really

like to see you, when are you coming to visit?

Your neice, Lela.

She knew it wasn't much but she just needed someone to talk to. So she called for Naylee as the little elf popped into the room Hermione jumped. She still wasn't quite used to that.

"Naylee would you please take this to the Malfoy manor for me?"

"Of course Miss! Naylee will go right away!" The elf carefully took the letter and with a small smile popped out of the room again.

Hermione sighed and sat back down on her bed tiredly, and waited for a response.

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As soon as Lela had left the room Fenrir put his fist through the wall. "GOD DAMMIT!" He screamed. What the hell was that about? His mind was racing as paced through the room. He didn't know what had compelled him to kiss her. It was over stepping his boundaries. Plus she was a Malfoy for gods sake. She was not her mother. The only Malfoy she had known was Lucius.

He was just so angry with himself! He grabbed a bottle of Firewhiskey and headed out the front door. He needed to get out. Go for a run, and just clear his head.

A/N Forgive me! I know it's been forever but my life has been soooooo hectic lately! I know it's a short chapter but it's something right? I gave you some Fenrir action to make up for it! It's not a lot but it will get better! I've been doing good since my surgery for those who may be interested. But Please Please review!