A/N

So I finally realized the little POV break things I was putting in don't show up in the story so I fixed that. Please review, they make my day!

Love to all my readers!

~MC

"BLOODY HELL!" A familiar voice screamed. I grabbed Draco under the arm and helped him out of the fireplace.

"Help!" I managed. Bill Weasley went to touch him, but Draco growled, his eyes going gold. "Anyone but the lycanthrope please!" My knees buckled under Draco's weight and Charlie came over and assisted me. We got Draco to a spare room before Charlie reached for his wand. "No wands!" I insisted. "Charlie, ask me any question but don't aim a wand at me because he'll hurt himself trying to protect me."

"Born or bitten?" Charlie nodded at Draco.

"Born," I breathed. Charlie was always the most level headed of his siblings, and he worked with all sorts of creatures. "I'm his mate," I admitted. "He was a Death Eater, but he defected."

"Whose blood?"

"Alecto Carrow's. He pointed a wand at me and called me a mudblood," I flinched at the memory of his death. Charlie sighed and we chatted a bit while I cleaned the blood off of Draco. I removed his shirt with magic so I wouldn't rouse him. "Do you think you have clothes that will fit him? Just for right now?"

"Of course, Mia," Charlie kissed the top of my head, "anything you or your friend needs, don't be afraid to ask." Charlie went to go get clean clothes for Draco and I spared myself a small smile, wondering how Draco was going to react when he woke up wearing a Weasley's clothes. Charlie came back and I changed Draco with magic. "You look exhausted, Mia. Why don't you take a shower, find some clothes, and pass out? I'll set up a bed for you in here because the last thing I need right now is an irate werewolf trying to challenge Bill because he smells wolf in his blood."

"Thank you, Charlie," I sighed. Charlie was always like my older brother, more so than the twins or Percy or Bill. He understood me, and I enjoyed his company. I walked out of the room. "Sorry I snapped, Bill," I told him and he smiled.

"It's alright. Had I gotten closer, it would have been bad. I didn't realize he was a wolf," Bill admitted. "Usually the wolf is awake while the man is asleep."

"It was a long day for both of them," I sighed. Fleur gave me some of her clothes and sent me to shower. Charlie was right, I was exhausted. I could barely stand up after a while, and I got dressed before going down to sleep on the bed beside Draco's.

"Love," Draco was shaking me when I woke up. "Love."

"Stop," I complained, "I want to sleep."

"Hermione, get up," he whined. "I don't want to go out there alone and I'm starving." I groaned so he crawled into the small bed with me and showered me in kisses. "I love you," he breathed. I scowled and climbed out of bed. He grinned and leapt up. "Love you."

"No one cares," I complained and he chuckled. He took my hand and we walked out. Immediately, everyone froze.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS HE DOING HERE?" Ron screamed.

"Hermione, get away from him!" Harry drew his wand. I looked up at Draco.

"Why would I do that?" I asked. "Guys, there are things you don't know."

"Stupify!" Ron shot at Draco, and he waved off the curse easily. "Incarcerous!" I blocked Ron's spell and stepped between them. Draco growled.

"She's bewitched!" Harry decided and I couldn't block his next shot, but the next thing I knew I was falling, and Draco let loose a snarl.

I woke up with a start, jerking against the ropes that were holding me down. "Charlie?" I called. "Bill?" Harry walked in, looking pained. "Harry, let me go, why did you tie me up?"

"Because you're not you, Hermione. Third year, what did you constantly wear around your neck?" Harry asked.

"A time turner," I said calmly. "Where's Draco?" He was all I could think about. Was Ron hurting him? Was he okay? I needed to know where he was.

"What happened after the first time Malfoy called you a mudblood?" Harry asked.

"Ron started spitting up slugs and Malfoy later apologized for it," I shot. Harry flinched.

"What happened…"

"Harry James Potter, I am not an imposter, and I am not bewitched. Tell me where Draco is, please. He's a werewolf, he needs me!" I insisted. "Harry, don't let Ron hurt him!" I suddenly felt a blade streak across my cheek and Harry stared wide eyed at the blood. "Anything he does to him, he does to me," I managed just as I felt the stinging of a Crucio. Harry ran out the door to stop Ron, but I could feel all of his hatred twisting inside me.

"Love!" The wolf came running into the room and shredded the ropes easily. I wrapped my arms around him and he held me tightly. "Are you alright?" He asked me, his golden eyes searching mine.

"I'm okay, I promise I'm okay," I insisted. "Are you?" He nodded and zeroed in on the bloody gash on my cheek. He licked it and I saw both Harry and Ron recoil. Draco stopped when the cut was gone from both of us. "Guys, Draco's a werewolf," I admitted, turning to Harry and Ron.

POV Shift

It was easier for me to accept that the redhead didn't know he was hurting my mate when he hurt me, but that didn't make me hate him less. The man knew them, but I didn't, and I didn't like them immediately. I could smell the way the redhead longed for my mate, and the black haired boy didn't like me. My mate was relaxed with them, however, so I attempted to be as well. "Harm my mate again and I will kill you," I warned.

"MATE?" The redhead squealed. "As in…"

"As in he is a werewolf and I am his mate," my love said flatly. "As in, if you hurt him, you hurt me." I rubbed her back gently. "Where is Charlie?" She asked.

"He, Bill, and Fleur got a summons to Headquarters," the black haired boy explained. "They'll be back soon."

"It's always Charlie with you," the redhead grumbled. I cocked my head at my mate.

"Charlie's the man that took us in," she said gently, squeezing my hand. "He gave you your clothes." I nodded. "He has a lot of work with werewolves and dragons."

"Who was the half-wolf?" I asked, remembering the scent.

"Bill, Charlie's brother. Greyback clawed him last year, but didn't bite," she explained. I nodded and pulled her closer to me. Both boys flinched. "What?"

"You, of all people have to see the irony in this," the black haired boy spoke. "He hates you!" I glared viciously at him. "Well, he used to," the boy corrected, looking unnerved. My mate was still relaxed, rubbing my back lightly.

"I don't hate her," I said calmly. "I never did. It infuriated me that she took so many risks, and was always around other men, and that anger confused the man half of me so he took it out on her without realizing what was happening. It's very common for born wolves to dislike their mates before their inheritance."

"Still, Mione, you hate him, right? This is just some trick? You can't like the ferret! He's the ferret!" The redhead insisted and my mate arched an eyebrow at him.

"How could I hate someone who loves me unconditionally?" She said simply. "I love him, our pasts don't matter anymore."