Author's Note:

This is what you've all been waiting for, the chapter where Hermione's secret is revealed! I know some of you might be disappointed, but believe me when I say I thought a lot about it. I have a really good idea of where to go with this so please don't judge me too harshly before I have the chance to show you all that.

If this story does disappoint you, I'm thinking of making alternate endings to it.

Don't lose faith in me!

~ Wolfshine

It had been almost an entire month since Blaise had created the ultimatum for Hermione, and a month since he had applied the failed truth serum. The party was still the talk of Hogwarts, and the thought only made Draco's ego a bit more inflated. Not because of the praise from his housemates, but rather from the secret time he had spent with Granger.

The thought of that encounter with Hermione was still wiped from her mind. Draco watched her traveling about the castle, living her life with a smile on her face. He secretly smiled too at the thought of the feeling of her lips and the tingling sensation he had gotten from running his fingers all over her body. He hadn't taken her, but rather had let his mind wander to the place he had tried to keep it from for so long. He let himself imagine what it would be like to have her for himself.

Despite the want to tear away her panties and have his way with her, he forced himself to calmly study her. He studied her skin, looking for scars and markings, anything and everything that made Hermione uniquely her. He had grasped one of her tiny, delicate hands in his and wrapped her fingers around his manhood to test the boundaries of his madness. Her skin was amazingly soft and for a minute, he thought about waking her up and using the Imperius curse on the witch to get her to do as he pleased.

The thought had been too much for him to bear. With a heavy swallow, he had stroked himself into completion while staring at her, imagining all the things he would do to her given the proper venue. When he was finished, he was surprised to find that he wasn't ashamed of himself for doing it.

Rather, he couldn't wait to do the real thing. He imagined if she was a virgin or if the rumors of her shagging both Potter and Weasley were true. That thought caused him to growl slightly to himself before he pushed it away.

I want her to be awake when it happens, he had reminded himself. In his head, he could picture the anger and fury in her large brown eyes as she

Then, he had contented himself with holding her in his arms as she slept. He could still picture the look of absolute peace on her face as she slumbered, not knowing who it was that held her. He knew her face would've looked the complete opposite if she had any idea of the truth. He closed his eyes for a minute and pictured the way her rage lit up her eyes with that beautiful spark. He rubbed his hand down her arm, warming the skin as she cuddled closer to him. He breathed in deep, drinking in her sweet meadow scent. In his mind, he had tried to imagine all the flowers that could create such a luminous scent and finally settled on orchids. He relaxed into the moment, letting go of all his inhibitions.

This is what I want, he had thought to himself.

She mumbled a bit in her sleep, and he had the feeling that she was dreaming about Weasley. Involuntarily, he had held her tighter, stroking her hair and whispering his name into her ear until she shivered. Satisfied that she had gotten the message, he relaxed and finally fell asleep. When he had woken up, he quickly returned Hermione to her own room before ending her slumbering spell.

Even though the experiment with the truth serum had failed, he was still glad for the scenario he had created. It was titillating to him, knowing the intimacy they had shared while at the same time she lived her life just the same. Completely innocent.

He noticed the way that she purposefully avoided him as if she suspected something else had gone down between them. She spent less time in the Head Common Room and made sure to spend more time with the Weaslette and Loony Lovegood. Even though it had been a month, he still heard the red-headed menace complain that she hadn't been invited to the party. Hermione would be quick to look into the distance or quickly change the subject, pretending that she hadn't heard her companion's complaint.

She hated mentioning the fact that for once he had bested her.

He wondered if the blank space in her memory bothered her or if she failed to acknowledge it was there. Did she have a feeling he had done something to her? Draco chewed on his lip, wishing he wouldn't have had to obliviate the memory from her. There was something about that encounter that made him feel as if he were in charge, and he wished she would've known it too. It would've put her in her place for ever having the nerve to talk back to him.

But she had been ready to talk, and he couldn't let her do that. His place at Hogwarts was already standing on thin ice. If she would've told McGonagall everything he'd done, he knew he would've been expelled for sure.

Where would that leave him in his standing with Voldemort and his parents even? No matter how much it pained him, he knew that it was for the best.

There will be other opportunities to teach her, he thought to himself. When Voldemort's done with her, I'll have her all to myself.

As Quidditch practice ended, he walked across the field, sending glances over his shoulder as he noticed Granger and Lovegood exchanging notes for an upcoming test on the edge of the field. He knew she had a habit of hanging out there, but not to see him. At first he thought it was to aggravate him, but then he realized it was her way of paying tribute to Potter and Weasley. They had spent many hours there and visiting it without them was her way of remembering it. He scoffed out loud, catching the attention of his teammates. He quickly turned the sound to a fake cough and let his pace fall backwards a few steps as he continued to stare at her. She didn't glance his way once, and for a long moment he had the urge to go over to her and drag her by her arm back to the Head Common Room with him.

He hated being ignored by her. It was a childish reaction, he knew, but the primal urges deep within himself were hard to ignore. After the fight he and Hermione had gotten into, he had to make sure to keep his violent tendencies under wraps. The last thing he wanted would be to draw attention for the same thing.

If he didn't know any better, he could've pretended that things were exactly the same as they always were…but they weren't. He was surprised at the nerve of her as he thought of the recent work that Blaise had been up to, steadily ripping apart her reputation with one solid lie after the next.

Draco wasn't surprised that she didn't spill a word of her secret. That fire inside of her was enough to keep her from breaking for any reason –especially him and Blaise. Instead she let Blaise spread malicious rumors and lies about her. Her friends stuck by her side, adamantly denying any of the information that reached their ears. The rest of the houses weren't so sure. A majority of their classmates didn't know what to think of her anymore. While that held its own bit of beauty, it wasn't the outcome that Draco had been hoping for.

As he entered the Head Common room, he frowned at the cold absence of it once again. He was sure that Granger would find a way to avoid coming back. Without the girl, it seemed almost a lifeless place, and he was surprised to find that he missed her presence. He took a quick shower and discarded his Quidditch clothes on the floor as he relaxed in bed.

Was she really this impossible to break?

He fell asleep a few minutes later, but when he woke up, he had thoughts of the dream that had flooded his mind. He couldn't shake the thought of Hermione in his bed, her beautiful eyes fully on him as he dominated her. That was the last time he had touched her, and he missed every intricate detail. He wanted to do it again, but every time he neared her, she was quick to reach for her wand.

Her threat from Hogsmeade ran through his mind once again he grinned to himself at the memory. He knew better than to give up. He had pushed her to the edge; it was clear to see. All it would take was just one more push to get her over it. He was a manipulative person, it was just part of being a Slytherin. He could plot a lot of things but for once he realized that he was running out of ideas. He had been nearly praying that Blaise's idea would work and push her from her pedestal.

At the same time he knew it wouldn't. Damn Gryffindor.

He heard footsteps in the common room suddenly. He sat up to listen and was surprised at the joy he felt. He hadn't known that she had come back while he was asleep. It was three in the morning, but it sounded as if the footsteps were heading out of their shared territory instead of inside. Where would Hermione possibly be sneaking off to? The shock wore off almost instantly and was replaced with a huge conniving smile. He realized that this might be his chance to find out everything. All he had to do was confront her.

He hopped out of bed and was quick to throw on his robes before he dashed out to the common room. He made it to the last stair just in time to see the portrait hole close as Hermione left. Draco raised his eyebrows in disbelief. Maybe this opportunity would fare better than to just confront her. He decided to follow her instead.

He waited a second for Hermione to be out of hearing range of the portrait before he made his way out to the corridor beyond. It was dark and quiet, one single torch flickered from a bit down the hall. It gave off enough light for him to see a slender shadow sneak around the bend in the hallway.

Draco's heart was pounding hard in his chest as he followed the Gryffindor princess. All kinds of scenarios ran through his mind. Where was she going at this time of night? He knew it wasn't for a patrol. All of her nagging and schedule making made him sure of that.

He followed her as quietly as he could through the twists and turns of various hallways. For a little while he began to tire of it, thinking that maybe she was just sneaking in an extra patrol after all. His interest perked again when he realized she made it to a door that led outside. She stopped for a moment and looked around. Draco ducked behind a bend in the hallway, hoping that she hadn't seen him.

A moment later he heard the sound of the door opening, and knew that he was in the clear. He was quick to follow her outside. Instantly the chill of the night froze him. A thin layer of snow covered the ground which made it easier to see where he was going…and where Hermione had gone as well. Slowly he followed her footsteps through the snow. The blast of icy wind made his teeth chatter and his skin crawl as it pierced through his thin robes.

He kept walking despite it. It wasn't long before he could see her ahead. She was running through the snow, no shoes on her feet. He realized she was clad in muggle clothes; a jacket and jeans. The hood was drawn up over her long hair. Draco followed, more intrigued than ever. Where was she going in this condition? The questions just kept building.

He followed her all the way across a field, his racing mind distracted from his physical condition. He remembered from first year that it led to Hagrid's cabin, was it possible that that was where she was going? It wasn't unlike the Golden Trio to go there at ridiculous times at night. She made a turn away from it suddenly and Draco guessed that she had something else in mind.

He licked his lips, suddenly not caring about the cold as he pursued her. He had a feeling in his heart that he was so close to her secret now that he could barely contain it. This was the moment he had waited almost two months for.

He followed her right to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He ducked behind a bush as he watched her. Hermione was standing there, glancing around. She wrapped her arms around her chest as if she had suddenly realized how cold it was. She looked up at the sky, almost as if she was searching for something.

Her attention suddenly focused on the trees that she stood beside. Draco watched in disbelief as she began to shed off her clothing piece by piece. His gray eyes were a mix of disbelief and lust as she stood there, naked in the freezing darkness of the night. Her long brown hair ran down her back like an unmovable piece of clothing. She didn't seem to notice as she glanced up one more time at the sky.

Suddenly she howled in pain and dropped to all fours. Her body seemed to be ripping apart as chocolate covered fur sprouted from all over. Her hands lengthened to paws with sharpened claws sticking from the tips of her fingers. Her feet extended and a tail grew from her back. Fully transformed she threw her head back to howl into the still night air. A howl responded to her from deep in the forest. Her ears perked up at the sound and in a flash her massive form disappeared through the trees.

Draco stayed in his hiding place, his eyes filled with disbelief. Hermione Granger was a werewolf.

A smile caressed his face. He was going to destroy her.