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Word Count: 2164

Title: Forever Yours

Note: Supernatural!AU, Creature!AU. Hermione becomes a Werewolf prior to Remus coming to teach at the school, and they realise that Fenrir had gotten hold of them both, but she never told Harry, or anyone else what happened until Remus came to the school. Also, Vampire lore in terms of this ff is that Vampire's age until 17, and then come into their heritage and stops aging. Also Narcissa died during childbirth, leaving Lucius a widower.

Beta: DarylDixon'sgirl1985, LittleTee, ViolaMoon, Claude Amelia Song, HecateA

International Wizarding School Competition:

[School]: Ivernmorny

[Year] 1- Deputy

[Prompts]:

Main: [Colour] Maroon

Additional:

[Quote] "If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals." - Sirius Black (GOF)

[Emotion] Excitement

[Theme]: Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures

For your theme, look at how the wizarding society treats those that are different from themselves (specifically creatures or those that are only considered 'near human').

Hogwarts

Assignment 2: Bonus: Mythology: Wronged Women of Greek Mythology: Task #1 - Medusa: Task: Write a story from the point of view of a being who is not human, or not completely human (ex: werewolf, veelas, elves, centaurs...)

Yearly:

Prompt 936 [Title] Forever Yours

Supernatural Club: Selene (Underworld): (plot) Vampires vs. Werewolves:

Take A Prompt: Hermione/Severus/Lucius

Fortnightly:

New Year: Write a poly ship you've never written before.

Bingo:

N4 - Twilight [Fandom, AU]

Hermione Granger was smart, smarter than some wizards, but nobody knew her reason for that was painfully clear, nobody would accept her if they did. During her time at Hogwarts, she managed to become the top of her class. Nobody noticed her strange disappearances around the full moon, not even the students in her class. When Remus Lupin became a teacher, she instantly recognized him as one of her own. She knew he realised it too, but he never said a word, not even when he was caught out and had to resign as the Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher.

"It isn't fair," she practically growled as she watched him packing his trunk.

"It never is, dear," Lupin replied. "Don't worry about me."

"But what about me?" Hermione asked. "What if they find out what I am?"

"They won't, they simply believe you are a Muggle-born witch, and you are," he insisted.

"It's what I was," she shuddered.

"Hermione," he pleaded. "Don't."

"You do it, why shouldn't I?" she reiterated. She had never fit in, but sometimes it was all a girl could do to keep from breaking down in tears.

It was Draco's seventeenth birthday, and the whole of Slytherin house was making a fuss. Hermione was the one to notice something different about him. He was paler than he used to be, and he smelled different. Something inside her was telling her that this man had become something werewolves despise, more even than wizards or Muggles. It was clear he was a vampire.

She could tell his eyes had changed from their silver-grey to dark red, but nobody else seemed to be looking closely enough, or maybe the rest could simply not see through his glamour? His eyes looked up, straight at her, and she knew he recognized her for what she truly was.

He left his cronies and walked over to her.

"Granger," he stated simply, coolly. His eyes narrowed and Hermione could smell the slightest trace of fear omitting from him.

"I hear it's the ferret's birthday," Ron remarked snidely to Harry. Hermione looked around at her friends, having forgotten that they were beside her when the scent of her enemy overtook her.

"Ron, Harry, could I talk to him alone?" she asked. They looked curiously at her, but then they left her alone with him.

"You better not say a word," he threatened.

"You stupid boy," Hermione said. "I have been dealing with this for years, I am not about to have you mess things up for me; nobody can know."

"I heard they are doing creature registration at the ministry now," he said, his voice trying to sound snarky but she heard it breaking.

"That won't happen, they won't know," she insisted. "Do you hear me?" Her voice became stern, she wasn't going to let Draco slip up and take her down with him. She wanted her freedom, and she would kill for it if it came down to it.

He flinched as if she struck him, and she realised he was still getting used to the more sensitive hearing.

It didn't take long before the two became friends of sorts, despite how much their species hated each other. The prejudices of the wizarding community was forcing them to join together to survive.

Malfoy Manor became a sanctuary for her. Mr. Malfoy and his lover, Mr. Snape, were both vampires, and as much as her internal clock went crazy, whenever they shook hands, she knew this was a place of understanding— something she never believed she would find. Mr. Snape was an apothecary, and Mr. Malfoy was wealthy enough just making the occasional round at the Ministry. Hermione wasn't sure what exactly he did for a living.

The newspaper headline on the Daily Prophet stated: "Creature registration for good of community". Lucius sighed, dropping it onto the kitchen table.

"If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals," Lucius said to her one day, as the house-elf, Dobby, was sent to make them some tea. Draco had disappeared off somewhere, but Hermione remained talking with his father.

"So, Miss Granger, are you and my son dating?" he asked her seemingly casually. Hermione nearly choked on her tea, dabbing her mouth with a serviette.

"No! Whatever would give you that idea?" she asked nervously, wondering if Draco had said anything like that.

He chuckled haughtily. "I didn't believe you were, but I needed to be sure. I am not the kind of man to steal my son's lover."

"Steal?" Hermione asked, her voice coming out like a squeak. This handsome blond man was interested in her?

"I will be direct, but first, may I call you Hermione?" he asked.

"Um, sure."

"Severus and I have talked about this a lot, and we want to take another lover," he said.

"Well, that is direct," she choked out. "I was under the impression that you were, well, exclusive."

"Hermione, if you've been alive for hundreds of years, the merits of monogamy become over-glorified," Lucius said, giving her a look that made her blush. "It's also a Wizarding society construct."

"I must say, I have never considered it that way," she admitted. She remembered reading that her mating with a vampire, or vampires, in this case, would not result in her becoming one of them, remaining a werewolf in essence; however she would stop aging, like Draco. Although she wasn't sure how much becoming immortal appealed to her, she couldn't deny the curiosity coming over her at the thought of being the lover of vampires. Especially two sexy vampires that were also powerful dark wizards.

"I will let you consider it," he smirked at her, making her blood rush to her cheeks. "That blush does look rather tasty though, I must admit," he added.

"Uhm, Lucius, I…" she trailed off. She wasn't sure if she was ready to admit her inexperience to this man that was looking at her like she was a special treat.

"Of course, I'm a man of my word," he said, easing off on the flirting, knowing she was getting overly excited from the attention.

Hermione was in the bedroom of her apartment, with Draco coming along to help her get ready. Hermione gave it a lot of thought before she decided to go on a date with Lucius and Severus. Being attractive was one thing, but surely they would have nothing in common. Her heart was rushing as she straightened her bushy hair, and applied some maroon lipstick, to accent the maroon dress she was wearing on her first date.

"Maroon?" Draco asked. "Interesting choice." He spoke from a spot on her bed, his glamour's reflection visible in the vanity.

"Good or bad?" she asked, suddenly doubting her choices, she knew Draco was quite stylish, and she had never been much into fashion growing up.

"Good. It makes me think of blood, it's sexy," he nodded his approval. She laughed.

"You can't be meaning me," she said, turning to look at him over her shoulder.

"Yes, I might be as straight as your natural hair, but I can appreciate beauty when I see it," he said, making her blush.

"Do you think your father will like it?" she asked, and she felt an odd rush of adrenaline when Draco nodded in encouragement.

"Thank you," she said to Draco, and she jumped in surprise when she heard a voice from her lounge. She wasn't expecting anyone over.

"Hermione, open up," she heard Harry's voice; he must have used floo powder to travel and was waiting in her fireplace for her to unlock it. When she did, he stumbled into her house. He had never been very adept at hitting the landings on those things.

Draco groaned, knowing he would have to face Harry, and Hermione wanted to laugh, but the seriousness of the situation had taken over. She saw a haggard-looking Harry and a bad feeling came over her.

"Let's go to the kitchen," Hermione suggested. The men exchanged a glance but didn't speak. It was clear this was important. She set the kettle on and then gestured for Harry to speak.

"I don't trust his type," Harry muttered. Hermione almost flipped. Since Harry had found out what the Malfoy family was, he had been all the more convinced that they were affiliated with the Dark Lord, and even after his death, Harry still believed it.

"Oh Merlin, would you just spit it out?" Hermione asked in irritation.

"Okay, fine, I suppose vamps won't tip off werewolves either," he said it with such venom, Hermione felt like she could smack some sense into him.

Instead, Hermione and Draco rolled their eyes and waited for him to talk. Although her heart lurched at the word werewolves, Harry couldn't know, could he?

"We found Fenrir Greyback," Harry said, and the room went silent. The teacup in Hermione's hand falling, yet before the china could crash to the floor, Draco was beside her, catching the fragile item in his hands with his enhanced reflexes.

"Is everyone okay? Is someone hurt?" she asked urgently.

"Everyone is fine, 'Moine," he said, eyeing her at the odd reaction.

"Calm down," Draco mouthed at her, putting down the cup and touching her shoulder.

"Did they kill him?" Draco asked, stepping in.

"Yes, I got him myself," Harry replied, looking between the two of them.

Hermione let out a sigh of relief she didn't know she had been holding.

"That means that Remus has been avenged," Harry said, taking her sigh as confirmation that she was relieved that Fenrir was killed, and she was, but she was also relieved that Harry didn't know her dirty little secret.

Once the matter was discussed, Harry suddenly asked a question neither of the two was expecting.

"Are you two going on a date?"

Draco choked on his tea, and Hermione laughed.

"No, I'm actually on my way to go on a date with Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape," she said.

"But, 'Mione, they are—" Harry stopped when she lifted a hand, enough was enough.

"Harry James Potter, they are not animals, they are just a little different from us, and I for one, am tired of your prejudiced behaviour against vampires," she scolded him, and Harry looked as if she struck him.

"You don't understand how they think, Hermione," Harry attempted.

"They? Us? What difference is there?" Hermione said suddenly, knowing Harry wouldn't understand.

"Just be careful, 'Moine," he said.

"Draco, please take Harry home," she said, knowing those two needed to talk, perhaps she would be able to share her secret with him as well someday. If he could accept Draco, he would certainly be able to accept her as she was.

Hermione saw her suitors at the restaurant and she smiled at them. She couldn't help but notice Lucius give her a sexy smirk, and Severus admiring her outfit as she walked towards the table.

They had a lovely time, but the red velvet cloth that decorated the table and her maroon dress, both in contrast with her pure nature, was a reminder to her that she had more to decide on than just a relationship.

It seemed like Lucius was very interested in books, and her opinion on politics and discrimination whereas Severus had a passion for potions, and her fiery personality attracted them both to her. They ordered a bottle of red wine for the table. She could feel the men's attention on her lips as she sipped slowly at the wine, and made a soft mew of delight.

Lucius ordered their meals, and Hermione was surprised at how comfortable she found herself around them.

"I would say this night went quite well," Severus said.

Hermione smiled and nodded. "I agree."

"Can we take you home?" Lucius asked, licking his lips seductively.

Hermione's face turned crimson. "Well, I..." she stuttered.

"We will wait for you," Lucius said upon her hesitation.

"For now, it's enough to get to know you," Severus added.

"Well, we do have forever," she said slowly.

"I must say I am quite eager to be forever yours, Hermione Granger," Lucius smirked. The use of her full names almost made her give in, but it was a bigger commitment for her than it was for them.

"I just need some time to get used to the idea, you know," she said softly.

"Of course," Severus said. "Don't let him charm you, it's your choice; but I must say we are both very taken with you."

As she Apparated home that night, she wondered if she would ever be ready to take that step, but before she did, she had to tell her friends the truth. However, that was a worry for tomorrow, for now, she fell asleep dreaming of the two men that were taking their time to woo her and capture more than just her body.