Warning & Disclaimer: Chapter 01.

Trinity Blood
C & P by G.Arnet, 2002-03

Crimson 06 :: Interlude

She closed the door behind her quetly and nervously approached her DADA Professor.

"Ms. Granger," greeted the older man.

"Sir."

"Sit down," he said. Hermione sat down on the table. "You have a question."

She stared at him, a few seconds longer than necessary. "Blood… Moon."

He hmm-ed. "And what do you want to know?"

Hermione fidgeted a little; bitting her lips while her hand grapsed the front of her robes. "I… have strange observation lately. The book you gave explained some stuff I should know." She gulped as he closed their distance and placed both his hands on her either side, on the table, like a predator cornering his prey. "About… you know."

"About what, Mr. Granger?" he asked, teasingly. Brown eyes darkened in intensity.

Hermione sighed, "Shape shifter, /sir/." She stressed on. "…the werewolves."

"Ah yes," he sighed. "You're a clever child, my girl." His brown eyes glinted in golden. She shivered. "So?"

Hermione looked uncomfortable. "I'm not feeling very well lately and my parents only gave me half explanations. I thought you could help me." She stared at him with pleading eyes.

"I see."

"Sir? Could you help me?"

He looked thoughtful. "Does your body react in a different way that usual?"

Hermione tilted her head, "My body aches every morning. Especially my feet and my arms. My fingernails looked longer but sometimes they returned to normal."

"It's starting then." He brought her hand into his and inspected it closely. "Did they tell you when your initiation is?"

"During the Winter Holiday, I think. Winter solstice."

"What clan?"

"Cait Sith."

He smiled warmly. "Like your mother then. Fenrir must be disappointed." Her smile turned humourous.

She grimaced, "Father wasn't too pleased, but he's not fine with it."

"He's a honored man, your father."

"Professor Lupin? Do you know my parents?"

"We're of the same Order although we're from different clans, or shapeshifter for the matter. I remember them from the Court before they decided to live normal in the Muggle world."

She looked down and caught the sight of his hand. It was strong and gentle, like velvet covered steel, and warm against her skin. She fought not to blush. "Uhm." Hermine tried to pull away but her Professor wouldn't let her. The man just smiled and tightened his grip. His tumb playing, in circular motion, on the top of her hand.

"Let me see your control." To her disappointment he let go of her hand.

Hermione concentrated. It took a while but her fingernails grew longer by the minute. They are sharp like knife and strong like steel, colored in white ivory with pale pink glaze. Her pupil dilated and narrowed into slit. The color changed from brown to a pail of golden cat's eyes that seems to glow. She moved gracefuly, stalking the table like it was her prey then she swiftly sliced it into half. It broke into two and fell onto the floor.

"Wonderful, Ms. Granger." He took her hand into his again, claws an all. Then he bowed and kiss her hand gently, like a fleeting feather brush, lingering and oh so warm. Hermione felt her stomact do a flip flop and if even possible, her face grew redder.

He straightened and whispeted to her ears. "The Blood Moon ritual,"he was delighted to feel her body shivered. He propelled her to sit on the table that was not broken. She numbly complied. "I want to help you with your..." he licked her earlobe "...initiation."

She moaned softly and gave a strangled 'yes'.

"Then," he nibbled on her ear as if it was a delicious snack. "You can use my name, /Hermione/." He trailed the side of her neck with kisses.

She closed her eyes, reeling of the hot pleasure blossoming from inside. His face just inches from hers. Warm honeyed eyes turned into golden and captived hers so. He tilted her chin as her eyes fluttered close.

He brushed his lips on hers and breathed. "Say my name, /Hermione/."

Moaned. "Remus."

And he took what was offered.

TBC
30/09/03