Part Two: Yes, I am a Werewolf
Ginny and Hermione stared disbelieving at themselves in the mirror. They laughed as they had just stared for five minutes.
"The ball is in ten minutes, we should leave. Are you ready?" Ginny asked.
"I guess so. I can't believe you promised Remus a dance with me!" She said as they slipped out of the portrait hole. They began walking through the corridor, and they saw more people heading towards the great hall. They found Harry waiting outside the hall. He looked up and saw them both with a stunned expression.
"Wow ladies! You both look stunning," he said. He kissed Hermione's hand politely and then ravished Ginny's lips.
"Harry! HARRY!" she shrieked and Hermione looked on amused.
"Sorry love, couldn't help myself." He grinned sheepishly.
"How are we going to open this ball up?" Hermione asked as seventh years gathered around the entrance.
"Open the doors, have the first dance, and then party all night," he said thoughtfully.
"Ok. My walking is a bit shaky so you're going to have to be easy," she said.
"No way, we're gonna do the Irish jig. Really Hermione, I will be careful. Promise," he said. They saw Dumbledore approaching them as all the students split for him to walk through.
"Harry, Hermione? Ready to open this ball up?" He asked them happily. Harry nodded and took Hermione's hand in his. He opened the doors and everyone awed at the beautiful sight. An imaginary orchestra was playing where the Head Table would be. It had a Cinderella meets magic look to it, and everyone was bewildered about the decorations. Harry led them into the center of the dance floor, and put one arm around her lower back as their other hands were clasped.
"You are really looking lovely this evening Hermione, from a big brother's perspective." he said. She really did look stunning. She had a white dress on; however, it looked like a wedding dress slash ballerina dress. It was long and went to her feet. The top was strapless and was like a corset with elegant white buckles in the back and was made of soft sequins. It pushed her breasts up favorably, and her soft curly flowed gracefully on her shoulders. It was pinned up at the top of her head, and her curls were like a waterfall cascading. From the corset top, a fluffy white ballerina tutu that graced the floor. She had a diamond necklace on with diamond earrings. Her shoulder was covered up with a concealment charm so no one would notice.
"Thanks Harry, you too. Look, Collin is taking pictures of us. How nice," she said sarcastically. Harry smiled and continued dancing. Finally, the song ended, and Hermione pointed to where she wanted to sit. Harry brought her over there, and then swept Ginny off her feet for a dance. Hermione sat quietly in a corner lost in her own thoughts.
Just great! I have to bloody stay here and watch everyone dance merrily. I would have rather fancied a movie in my pajamas eating rice crispy treats than this rubbish. Now, I am going to sit here, keep this seat warm, and drift to sleep.
She sat there peacefully as her head rested onto her hand. She almost fell into a daze and turned around to find someone she totally didn't expect.
"Granger, care to dance?" Malfoy asked. She looked at him suspiciously.
"Why would you want to dance with me? Unless of course you care to insult me or hurt me," she said defensively.
"I would never hurt you Granger. Look, just dance with me just this once."
"Fine, but I'm warning you," she said. He helped her up gently, which surprised her, and he brought her over to the dance floor. He cautiously placed his hands on her hips and she placed her arms around his neck. It was a slow song, and she felt slightly nervous.
"I know you were bitten," he said quietly. She was shocked to say the least.
"H-how did you know?" She stuttered.
"I'm in the Order, have been for the past year and three quarters. I was forced to get the dark mark last year. When I found out I had no choice, I went straight to Dumbledore. We talked, he saw my intentions, and I joined the Order that night. A few days later I unfortunately received that mark. Snape and I became spies for Dumbledore; hence, the reason why we seemed ahead. My father was my mentor, so I went to all of the inner circle meetings with Snape. I managed Occlumency, and so that helped. I was assigned by Dumbledore to keep a watchful eye over everyone, including the Slytherins. When the war finally was over, and the majority of the Death Eaters were gone, I was assigned to just keep eyes over the houses. I found out you got bitten an hour you did and I visited you at night. I made sure no one bothered you or tried to kidnap you. You're the first person I'm telling this too, so I suggest it stays between us," he confessed. Hermione looked up at him confused.
"Are you serious. Swear to me you're not lying on your mother," she said so no one could overhead.
"I swear on my mother I am telling the truth."
"Wow," she said.
"That's what I say. I also want to apologize for my rude behavior over the years. From first year to fifth year I was an immature prat. Never grew up, and only believed what my father preached. Then I grew up, realized the Dark Lord was mental, traded sides, and had to keep up appearances. I use to fancy you when we were younger," he said as his cheeks tinged.
"Really? Wow, never would have thought," she said chuckling. He genuinely smiled at her.
"So now who do you fancy?" She asked him playfully. He gulped.
"It must be you Gryffindors. I'm currently going out with Parvarti. I think she's the one," he said softly.
"Wow. Tell me this, is it true you were the 'playboy'?"
"No, I lost my virginity to Parvarti. Pansy was livid so she made up excuses. People these days," he said sighing.
"Yes, I can imagine her doing this. What do you plan on doing after Hogwarts?" She asked as people were stunned to see them dancing.
"Well, for one, I want to work at the ministry. Not like my so called father, I want to be an Unspeakable or something," he said. She raised her brows surprised.
"Really? That's an honorable thing you know," she assured. He smiled down at her and stiffened.
"Looks like your favorite Professor wants a dance," he said as someone cut in.
"May I cut in Mr. Malfoy?" Snape asked.
"Sure thing. I'll talk to you later Hermione," he said smiling.
"Bye Draco," she called out as her hand slipped into the pleasant Professor's hand.
"Granger," he said acknowledging.
"Snape. What can I do for you?" She asked not amused.
"Why were you talking and dancing with Malfoy?" He interrogated.
"Why are you talking and dancing with me sir?" she asked innocently.
"Point taken. I'll rephrase. Since when did you become friendly with Draco? No duplicating questions," he warned. More students had been flabbergasted as the two known enemies danced also.
"You're no fun," she pouted.
"Touché. Well?"
"I was talking and dancing with Malfoy as he explained his rude behavior for the past seven years, and he also explained some things I didn't know about him. At least he has the decency to apologize for that," she glared.
"My apologies for not apologizing," he smirked. She huffed and rolled her eyes.
"How's the shoulder?" He asked randomly.
"Still intact."
"Always a plus."
"I suppose so."
"You are really a tough one to talk to," he absentmindedly added.
"No comment on you," she added. Passersby heard them bickering quietly as they danced.
"So tell me how is our dear werewolf friend Remus?"
"Good I would suppose. Better than I am I assume. Why do you care about Remus? You are like president of the 'I hate Remus and Hermione Club,' I'm afraid. Shame really," she taunted.
"Ha ha, very funny."
"You seem to think so."
"Right."
"Speechless," she said in a singsong voice. "Point Hermione."
"Miss Granger…" he warned.
"It's Hermione. I mean really. You've called me my surname for the past seven years, it's getting old."
"I don't see you calling me Severus," he pointed out.
"Then you would say and I quote 'twenty points from Gryffindor for Miss Granger's forgetfulness and rudeness to her superiors.'" He pouted as they continued dancing pleasantly. "There there Professor. It's quite all right."
"You still haven't answered me how Remus was," he hissed.
"You can ask him right now," she said and smiled when she smelt his essence coming near.
"May I cut in Severus?" He asked politely.
"Sure," he said quickly and left as Remus gently took Hermione's hand.
"You owe me a dance love," he said. Love? Oh quit overreacting.
"Not a problem," she said smiling. He put his hands around her hips and brought her body closer to his. She rested her head and one hand on his chest, while the other rested above his neck.
"How are you feeling?" He asked into her ear. His smooth voice sent shivers down her body as she got goose bumps.
"I'm ok. Not as energized as I was before," she confessed. He nodded into her smooth hair.
"That happens when your bitten, before, and after a transformation. Not too pleasant. Makes you want to stay in your pajamas all day and eat chocolate."
"That doesn't sound so bad," she said giggling. I'm giggling, and it was not even on purpose. Hermione, you are loosing it.
"It is. Once after your first transformation, the wolf inside of you is born. It's like a subconscious. You'll have to fight it off when your emotions are high. You won't change completely, but it'll be far from human."
"Oh. Is it going to be hard?"
"No, not for you. You've got a ton of mind power, you'll be ok. I'll always be there for you if you're not," he said as he embraced her as they swayed.
"I'll be there for you too Remus. I've already told you that," she replied.
"I know. We'll be all right. We are very fortunate to have each other," he spoke gently, sending more shivers down her spine.
"Yes," she said before she kissed his cheek. They danced through slow and regular songs as they talked about their future. Hermione watched and blushed when she saw Ginny looking at her with goggling eyes. Remus' back was turned to her, so Ginny mouthed off to her.
"Oh my God! Are you two together?" Hermione shook her head no. Ginny rolled her eyes and then they lightened up with something else. She whispered into Harry's ear, who grinned, and they then proceeded to bump into Remus. Remus went straight for Hermione and caught her before she hit the ground.
"Thanks," she said breathlessly. He smiled at her.
"Did I tell you how simply ravishing you looked tonight?" He said still holding her low to the ground.
"I don't think so, but…" she was cut off when he spoke.
"Well Hermione. You simply look ravishing tonight," he said chuckling. Did he just, blush? Hermione's heart leapt as she smiled. He pulled her back to her feet, and she saw Ginny sitting with Harry winking at her like crazy.
"If I run into those people who pushed us then they're going to be sorry," he said playfully.
"Thank goodness for your reflexes," she teased with an over exaggerated wink.
"Oh yes. Wouldn't want you falling now. Want to sit, you look like you're getting a little tired."
"You're too good. If you don't mind of course; I mean you can go dance with someone else if you want."
"I don't want to dance with anyone else. Besides, if I did, I would be mugged by the Gryffindor tribe." She smiled as she grabbed her hand and lead them to Harry and Ginny's table. He pulled her chair out for her and then sat behind her.
"Hello Professor," Ginny said politely. He smiled and looked at Harry.
"Miss Weasley, you're looking lovely tonight," he said politely. Harry mocked him playfully before he got a slap on the arm from Ginny.
"Thanks. Hey Mione? How are you holding up?" She asked her best friend.
"Eh, a little on the tired side. I can hold up for like an hour more maybe. What time is it?"
"Around nine thirty," Harry said.
"I'm like a little girl who has a bedtime," she pouted. Ginny and Harry laughed, while Remus hung an arm over her good shoulder.
"I have a bedtime too. It's ok dear," he said in a high pitch voiced. Hermione laughed and she saw Harry give Ginny a what's going on look. Ginny kissed him, which thankfully distracted him.
"Hermione, want to take a quick walk with me?" Ginny asked standing up.
"Ok. You boys behave now," she said waving goodbye. Remus looked at Harry in disbelief.
"Boys? We're men!" Harry shouted.
"Right," Ginny said. Hermione linked arms with Ginny as they walked out of the booming Great hall. They walked to the gardens as they saw couples snogging and found a quiet place to talk.
"How much do you like him Hermione?" Ginny asked as she sniffed a rose in her hand.
"I don't know Ginny. I mean he is old enough to be my father."
"Yes, but werewolves don't age hardly. I don't actually believe he looks like that. They hit like a certain age and then that's what they look like for another sixty years. Then they'll age like five years every time. Their immune system cures 99 percent of their illnesses. Hermione, he must be doing something in order to like that. He probably looks only a few years older than you!"
"How did you know all of this?"
"I knew we would be having this conversation?" She replied grinning. Hermione smiled at her best friend and watched her sniff more flowers. She didn't need too, she was able to smell them all from her point. She felt like she was in a candle shop, it was so strong.
"Ok, so he may look slightly older than me under whatever he is doing. But he is still older!" Hermione argued.
"Hermione! You are probably more mature than he is. You got to find out why he looks older. Talk to him," she said.
"Eh, I don't know. Gosh it's so much quieter out here. I was getting a headache since my hearing has sharpened about a hundred times," she quickly added trying to change the subject.
"No changing the subject!"
"Sorry, I just figured I'd throw that in." She grinned. Ginny smiled and sat beside her facing the opposite direction.
"After the ball, are you going to hang with us?" Ginny asked.
"Yea, if I make it. If I do I will go and take a walk past the DADA class with Harry's map and hunt him down. Right," she said exaggerating.
"Then that's the plan!"
"No, Gin, I was joking. I will hang out with you!" She said standing up.
"And then you will go hunt him down on your walk past the DADA class with Harry's map!" She teased and stood beside Hermione.
"Ginny! Oh no, they're both coming out," she said sensing their smell.
"Oh man you're good. I see them heading this way, barely," she said standing on her tip toes.
"I am going to be an idiot," Hermione muttered.
"Just relax and be yourself," she whispered. "Hey guys!" She called out. Hermione saw Remus and Harry walking to them. Hermione relaxed her breathing.
"We were getting bored and the party in the common room is starting in a half hour. Are you coming 'Mione?" Harry asked.
"Yea sure," she said staring elsewhere. Harry and Ginny began walking ahead and Remus grabbed her hand to help her walk, or so she thought.
"What's wrong you seem spaced out a bit," he said.
"Eh, I'm just relaxed and thinking," she lied. She knew he could probably smell her anxiousness, but she just couldn't hide the big knot in her tummy.
"Thinking about what?" He asked as he separated them from Harry and Ginny.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"Not until you tell me what you were thinking about," he replied grinning.
"Not fair," she pouted as they walked up a few stairs.
"True. But we promised each other we would be there for each other. I'm just acting on my friendly duties."
"Fine, fine. I was just thinking about everything that is and will be going on. I've been thinking about teaching next year, my first transformation, and well…wow," she gasped. They were looking over Hogwarts. He lead her over to the edge as the stars twinkled above.
"It'll be ok Hermione. I know you'll be a great teacher, and you have been teaching others since you were young. That shouldn't be so bad. As far as transforming, well, we've discussed it. It'll hurt, but you will survive. When we both teach next year and we both will be missing simultaneously that might draw questions. Dumbledore reassured me he'd take care of it though, so not to worry."
"I guess. I'm just worried about what my parents are going to say. I'll be like 'hi Mom! Guess what! I'm a werewolf.' I don't look forward to it," she said.
"Cross the bridge when you get to it. We have an order meeting the night you get off the train. We're being reassigned our partners," he said staring out below.
"Do you think-"
"Yes."
"Oh," she sighed.
"Sorry if you wanted someone else," he apologized.
"Eh, I'll manage," she teased. He chuckled and smelled the air. "I think it'll be good if we are together. It's like we get time off or something. Our team wouldn't be working for that time period, and we wouldn't disrupt two groups. One group down is better than two."
"You think like Dumbledore. Soon, you'll have twinkling eyes instead of the ones that always shine," he added and she blushed.
"Which would you prefer?" She asked as she stepped closer to him.
"Shine."
"Good answer."
"Hey, I think it's going to rain," they both said simultaneously. "Wow," they said again. They started laughing and they went inside as quickly as possible. Once they reached the door the first drop hit the stone balcony outside.
"I hate the rain," she said as they headed to the Gryffindor common room.
"It's ok for me. I don't mind much. It's just a little depressing."
"A little? Every time it rains I just want to cry. It's very depressing," she said.
"That is because you are a girl," he said.
"Isn't that a good thing?" She teased.
"It's a very good thing," he said laughing.
"Another thing. I don't recall girls having these," she said flirtatiously as she pointed to her nice sized breasts. He gulped.
"True. You are a lady," he said apologetically.
"I was only fooling with you Remus! No worries," she reassured. He smiled and they finally reached the common room.
"All right young lady. I leave you here in the hands of your drunken housemates. Promise me you will behave yourself," he said in a mocking authoritative voice.
"I promise I will behave myself sir!" She said. She jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. He smelt delicious and his soft sandy hair tickled her cheek. She pulled away and stared into his eyes. "Thank you for a great night. You've made it much more enjoyable for me," she said.
"Not a problem Hermione. Shall I see you tomorrow?" He asked.
"Most definitely," she said as she kissed each of his cheeks and then a soft kiss to his lips. It was gentle and she trembled from the contact. She felt him shiver as she let go of their embrace.
"Password?" The Fat Lady asked.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," she said smirking back at Remus. He smiled genuinely as she crossed into the portrait whole.
When she entered, she heard…Joe Budden? She figured it was definitely Seamus, who thought he was all "gangsta." Scary really, but all she felt was the pumping against her chest. Her hands immediately went to her ears as a migraine began to form. She saw Ginny grinding with Harry and she thought she might have hit her head, passed out, and dreamt this absurdity. Harry had his eyes closed with his hands planted on her hips as they swayed. Many couples were doing the same or snogging in the corners. She saw a table perfectly laid out with alcoholic beverages. Ron had Lavender on his arm and they were drinking martinis and talking. She certainly could not to talk them. This was totally unexpected so she ran up the stairs She reached the portrait that led to her Head Girl dorm. After saying the password, she slammed it shut. She decided the first thing she would due was to give herself a migraine relief. She felt wonderful after the charm began working.
"Ok, so what are you going to on your graduation night? No books, you promised yourself," she talked to herself. She pulled out a magazine under her bed and saw the picture that she had cut out. It was of a girl in an outfit made to go to a club. Hermione took off her dress and looked at herself.
"Finite Incantatem," she said to her shoulder. Instantly, the wound reappeared, and it did not look to appeasing. She sighed. She went over to her closet and pulled out a pair of hip huggers. She found an old shirt and carefully looked at the photo. She swished her wand and transfigured her clothes into the exact shirt in the picture. God bless McGonagall. She put the shirt on and looked into the mirror.
"Finally darling! I was wondering when you were going to try something new, you look simply stunning!" The mirror and companion cheered.
"Thanks Jenna. I am going for a walk since I cannot stand this." She made her wound disappear and put a protective charm on it incase anyone bumped into her. "Bye," she said and walked out of her room. She headed down the girl steps when she heard someone gasp. She looked up and saw Ginny, who was not occupied on Harry's lap. Her mouth was opened wide at the sight of Hermione. She motioned for her to come over. Hermione walked over with her head cleared, although the music still irked her.
"Holy shit Hermione! You look fantastic!" She cried. Ok, so this shirt was a little revealing. She felt very, naked. It was a halter top with a beautiful sequin design on the front in pink. Her breasts were very noticeable, and the halter made them looked fantastic. Her hip huggers were low which accented her very toned abdomen. Harry whistled and Ginny swatted him.
"Hermione, are you going somewhere?" Ginny whispered into her ear.
"Stroll?" She whispered back as Harry was hosting both Hermione and Ginny on his lap as they whispered. Many of the boys were looking at Harry questioningly.
"Map?" Ginny asked again.
"Yea. Harry," she called. He leant over and they were huddled all on Harry's lap. A photo snapped and they all looked toward Colin. He just smiled and walked around taking pictures.
"I need your map. I want to go for a walk," she said.
"Hermione-" he warned and she shook it off.
"What's going to happen? It's not like I am going to get bitten or something," she warned back. He sighed and nodded.
"It's in my trunk," he said. She jumped for joy and kissed them both on the cheek and ran into Harry's room. She heard a pair going at it in one of the beds so she grabbed the map. She walked out of the common room as all the boys watched her leave in astonishment. She grabbed her wand and pointed it at the map.
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," she said.
Hello Miss Granger. Messrs Mooney, Padfoot, Wormtail, and Prongs congratulate you on graduating Hogwarts.
"Thanks," she said rhetorically.
You're quite welcome.
She smiled and began walking around the castle. She was Head Girl this year so she was going to take in her last night here. Unfazed by the party in the common room, she began walking through the corridors. She had her eyes glued to the map and then in front of her. She heard no noises around her so she relaxed a bit. She forgot she was a werewolf and could here a bit further than most, well a lot further. She kept wandering until she found herself by the DADA class. She looked at the map and saw Remus Lupin in the classroom. She couldn't believe she wound her way up. She knocked on the door cautiously and heard a 'Come in.' She gathered her Gryffindor courage and opened the door.
"Hey," she said as she entered the class. He had changed from his clothes from the night and was now resting in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
"Hi there, long time no see," he teased. "Take a seat," he said motioning to the chair by his desk.
"I almost died when I walked in there. I ran up into my room and gave myself a nice headache relief charm. How'd you manage?" She asked leaning back in her seat.
"I ran into my dorm and gave myself a headache relief charm," he said laughing. She joined him as any tension broke.
"So what are you up to now?" She asked.
"Nothing just finished packing. I see you have the map."
"Yes, I forgot about the whole werewolf thing. I don't know. It's nice to know where everyone is," she said. "I have a question."
"Oh?" He asked as he too leaned back into his chair.
"Do we age?"
"Hardly, I'm afraid. Our immune system heals 99percent of anything we acquire except lycanthropy itself. So, like most people would age and die, we really don't," he explained. Hermione looked suspiciously at him.
"What age does a person infected stay at?"
"Twenty-one," he said looking down.
"You've got some explaining to do mister," she said poking him. He fiddled his hands nervously.
"I've been taking Aging Potion for a few years now. I was sick of looking the same while my friends aged. I mean, even though I am old inside, I was young outside. I didn't like the difference. It should were off in a half hour," he said sadly.
"I'm sorry, I just…"
"Not to worry. Will you take it too?" He asked as he sat forward again.
"Are you kidding me? People would, of course under different circumstances, love to never age and look twenty-one for the rest of their life. Let me know when it runs out and I'll leave," she said quietly. He sat up further and grabbed her hand.
"I'd prefer if you stay. You see, you will be the first person to see me look like I am twenty-one. Its only fair since I will be the first person see you change," he reassured smiling. She grinned back at him.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Anytime. So tell me why you aren't at the party," he said still holding her hand.
"The noise, Harry and Ginny were very engrossed in each other, everyone else is either shagging, snogging, or drinking, and I was bored," she said breathlessly. Remus was quite surprised and she just smiled. She got up and walked around his classroom looking at things.
"Taking interest in my things are you Hermione?" He asked playfully as he sat at his desk watching her.
"Oh yes, of course Remus. I am always interested in your things," she said huskily. She couldn't believe she was actually flirting with him. She stood in front of a skeleton candle and played with the fire.
"Playing with fire is dangerous," he said as his voice lowered by two octaves. Hermione sensed his anxiousness, for what she wasn't sure. She sensed…lust, respect, companionship, and arousal. Oh dear, it seemed 'mister I am fully capable of masking my feelings and is no longer capable' is aroused. She laughed inside herself.
"Yes it amazes me really. It's dangerous, yet it saves. Its warm, but it can bring so much cold. It can spread for miles, or it can stay as a single flame. It takes the lives of things, yet it sometimes replenishes it. What do you like about the fire Remus?" She added as she continued to play with the single flame.
"Warmth."
"Hmm, as do I. Truly amazing. It is nearly the center of everything. You can have a fire in your fireplace, or in your eyes with desire. I love it when the warmth touches my skin right after a cool shower. It's…nice," she said.
"Turn around," he said. She turned slowly and was shocked by his features. He obviously looked similar; however, he was gorgeous. Twenty-one years old in the flesh. There were no wrinkles and his sandy hair was flawless. He had defined muscles (well, not like he never had them before, they were just more noticeable) and his eyes shined with intensity.
"Wow," she finally said. He smiled at her shyly. She turned back to her flame and heard his ragged breathing. "Will you stay like that from now on?" She asked quietly.
"Do you think I should?"
"Well, I've always thought you were attractive and all, but it would be nice too," she said. He was making her tongue-tied. Way to turn the table Remus. She continued playing with the flame as a plan began to formulate in her mind. She stepped away from the candle and headed for the stairs to his office.
"Where are you going?' He asked as he began to chase after him.
She walked in and looked around. Everything was organized precisely. She heard him come up behind her.
"What's wrong?" He asked again slightly worried. She grabbed a hold on his shirt and pushed him against the wall. She brought her face close to his. She now was able to smell all of his emotions in his body. A new one was added to his list…excitement. She brought her lips over his so they were just from touching. Being the gentleman he was, he was not going to make the first move. She lightly touched them with hers and waited to see how he felt. His main feeling was arousal now, oh how she savored it. She was like an empath, reading his thoughts through smell. She pressed her lips harder onto his and he moaned happily. He placed his hands around her hips and brought her closer.
She felt so happy, finally snagging and snogging him at last. She ran her hands through his hair as her tongue finally found his. He groaned again, and she followed suit when she felt something hard between her legs. Although she had not transformed yet, she felt her werewolf side starting to kick in. She also sensed Remus' was too.
"Remus babe, focus," she said as he kissed down her neck.
"Hermione," he groaned as he was looked up. His eyes were amber and glowing fiercely. "Your eyes are amber," he said to her.
"So are yours," she replied. "What are we going to do Remus?" She asked as she stroked the back of his neck.
"I don't know. You don't know. Two intelligent people don't know, not a good sign," he said as he bit down on her neck. She winced before moaning as he sucked the pain away with his lips. "Better," he murmured. Then he groaned, not out of pleasure. She also groaned when she heard footsteps coming. "Shit," he said pulling away from her. Hermione ran to the threshold of the door.
"Accio map," she said. The map zipped into her hand. The rapping at the door began.
"Lupin, I need a word," Snape called out. Remus sighed and looked down at his problem.
"Look Hermione. We'll talk about this tomorrow. See that door there? It's a passageway to a corridor. Use the map ok. He's always got to ruin everything. Bye," he said kissing her one last time. He casted a charm on himself, which got rid of his problem easily. He waved goodbye as he called out to the bastard potions professor.
Hermione crept through the passageway and found herself not to far from the Gryffindor room. She looked at the map and saw she was alone.
"Mischief Managed."
Goodnight Hermione
She rolled it up and walked into the common room. Everything was cleaned up; however, many students were either in their dorm in pairs, or lying on the floor together. Hermione rolled her eyes and saw Ginny nowhere to be found.
The next dramatic morning, Hermione had all her things packed. She knew she'd be coming back here; however, it would be very different. Most of the Gryffindors who partied were helping each other out with Hangover potions. She found Ginny and Harry with their things waiting for her.
"Hey Hermione. What happened last night, we got busy," Ginny said winking. Hermione smiled at her best friends.
"I'll tell you later," she said. Harry huffed and they all walked to the Great Hall for their last breakfast.
"Harry go enjoy yourself with Hermione, its your last breakfast together here as students," she said before kissing her boyfriend.
"Hermione?" He asked and they strolled in and sat down.
"This is so sad!" She said sobbing quietly. Harry wrapped his arm around her as they ate together. Finally, at the end, Dumbledore stood up.
"May I have your attention please? I know it is the last breakfast we shall share for this year or forever, but I wish you all a happy summer break and continuation for those who are leaving. And now, for the House Cup. In fourth place, Hufflepuff with 315 points. Third place goes to Ravenclaw this year with 350. Second place is awarded to Slytherin with 410 points. And for first place once again, Gryffindor!" He shouted and all of them shouted and cheered. Slytherin looked put out and the other two houses clapped. McGonagall was beaming, while Snape beside her was seething.
After breakfast, they headed for the down trip to the platform in Hogsmeade. When they arrived, their things were put on the train and the threesome looked for a compartment. They finally found one, and sat down. Hermione sat opposite Ginny and Harry. The train began rolling as they talked. Ginny threw Harry next to Hermione and then motioned for her to sit in Harry's spot. They set up a ward, which made Harry slightly upset, and began talking.
"What happened last night?" Ginny asked.
"I shagged Malfoy senseless," she said sarcastically. Ginny ignored her comment and looked for the real deal. "I hung out with Remus," she said putting her hands to her cheeks.
"You did! What happened?"
"We started making out after a half hour of flirting," she said proudly. "Being a werewolf definitely helps things move quickly," she said smiling.
"Was he a good kisser?"
"Amazing. We got interrupted because Snape came. So I left quickly. I don't think we would have been able to control ourselves any longer," she said thoughtfully. What if it had gotten out of control? Oh dear.
"Control?"
"We are both werewolves, who are attracted to each other. We kind of loose ourselves and our human and wolf sides go fifty/fifty rather than a 90/10 ratio. We don't transform or anything, we just get very…rough," she explained.
"Awesome," Ginny squealed.
"I think so. I gave him a hard on," Hermione said blushing. Ginny squealed more.
"Oh man Hermione. He really did get aroused!"
"I know. It was amazing," she said sighing happily. She smelt the air and sure enough, she smelt him. "He's coming right now. Do not say a word," Hermione warned. Ginny nodded. Soon enough, the compartment slid in and a very handsome man peeked his head in. Ginny looked at Hermione confused.
"Can I borrow Hermione for a little bit?" He asked. Ginny nodded dumbly and Hermione got up and left. Knowing no one would recognize him, Hermione linked her arm in the crook of his. He smiled down at her as they headed to his compartment. He slid the compartment door shut and placed wards and locks on it. Hermione sat down and watched him. She sensed nervousness and hope before smiling. He turned and grinned at her and sat down beside her.
She stood up and tilted his head to look up at her. "What are we going to do?" She asked and then turned to pace. She sensed his curiosity as well, and she was sure she was radiating one word: panic.
"Well, what do you think?" He asked hopefully.
"I don't know what to think. Do you like me?" She asked.
"Very much so. Do you like me?" He asked.
"Very much so," she replied smiling.
"Than it's settled. This is going to sound corny, but would you, Hermione, like to be my girlfriend?"
"Very much so," she said as she sat him down. He smiled and her legs knelt on the seat tightly around his two, which were brought together. She was raised about half a foot higher than him, and boy did she like it. She caressed his cheeks with her hands and then pressed her lips to his. He smiled into the kissed and brought his hands to the small of her back to support her. She arched up into his touch as she grinded her hips into his. He moaned pleasantly, as their eyes began to change to amber.
"Good lord Hermione," he moaned as she kissed down his neck.
"Don't bring the lord into this," she said biting him. He winced and then breathlessly exhaled as she kissed the mark she made.
"I can't focus," he said panting. She smiled and watched him try to fight inside himself.
"I'll stop," she said and sat straight on his erection.
"That's not helping," he said as his eyes closed.
"Breathe," she said. His teeth had started to get sharper and now they were proceeding back. "Does this happen often?" She asked in a dangerous topic.
"I can't even remember the last time I was kissed and what not. This is the first time it has happened apart from last evening."
"How come I don't loose control?" She asked.
"Probably because you haven't transformed yet." He said slowly relaxing.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't of…" she began.
"No. I needed it some release. I've been pent up since last night," he said frustrated.
"I'm still sorry," she said looking down. He kissed her nose and embraced her.
"It's all right. I'm the party pooper for now. I just can't wait to see you after your transformation. You're going to have to really control yourself," he said teasingly. He pulled out his wand and once again got rid of his big problem down there and she sighed disappointedly.
"I worked hard for that!" She pouted.
"Later love. We are going to have a long day," he said resting her eyes. She playfully punched him and then slowly drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later, the train came to a halt at Platform 9 ¾. Remus stretched under Hermione, which awoke her. Her head was snuggled into his chest and she mumbled.
"Come on love, you have to wake up," he said. She shook her head no as she unfortunately grinded into him. "Not again Hermione. Come on get up," he pleaded. She growled, literally, and balanced herself as she got off his lap. She rubbed her eyes like a little girl who just woke up from a peaceful nap. Remus rubbed her shoulders and she finally began to get her things. Remus helped her too, although he had his own, and they got off the train. Ginny and Harry met up with them as they just stepped off.
"Where were you two?" Harry asked.
"Talking, why?" Hermione answered innocently.
"Curiosity." He went over to Hermione so she could only hear, well except from anyone unwanted at least.
"You know we have a meeting," Harry said quietly. Hermione nodded. "Make sure you check your cauldrons," he said.
"I'll see you tonight?" He asked her. She nodded as they embraced friendly. Ginny also embraced Hermione telling her she'd see her that evening.
"Didn't even notice you," she said to Remus as they walked over to her parents.
"I know. What are you telling your parents?" He questioned as they neared.
"I don't know. I'll wait until they ask," she said as she rushed over to her mum.
"Hermione doll! How are you my sweet?" She said as she kissed her daughter all over her face.
"Mum!" She cried. Her mother looked at her, and then Hermione grinned and hugged her again.
"Hi daddy!" She cried as she also pulled him into a hug.
"Who are you?" Her mother asked Remus.
"Remus Lupin, nice to meet you," he said politely. Hermione grinned at him and rolled her eyes. He shook her father's hand as well.
"Are you ready?" Her mother asked. She nodded and told them she'd meet them in the car. Remus smiled at her and pulled her into a hug.
"Can you last six hours without me?" He said chuckling. She nodded, though reluctantly, and gave him a deep kiss goodbye.
"I'll see you later, OK?" She asked sadly. He nodded, kissed her forehead, and then disapparated. Hermione headed to the car, bracing herself when she'd have to face her mum and dad.
"Ready sweetie?" Her dad asked. She nodded and they set off for the drive home.
The drive was long and boring. She kept her wand in her hand on her guard, and lazily watched out the window. The countryside started to emerge, and she knew she was quite close to reaching her home. A half hour later in the rich mountain, they arrived to a black-posted gate in the woods. Her father was about to get out of the care to unlock it when Hermione shot her wand out of the window.
"Alohomora," she said. The gate opened and they drove through. They stopped and she relocked it. They drove up the long driveway that curved around the trees until they reached the house.
It was a fairly large house, a tan color to match the scenery. There were beautiful windows and a big French front door. They collected her things and walked into the house. Hermione levitated them up the stairs and walked to her room.
She hardly spent her time home these days. She was planning on looking for a flat, which her parents both disapproved immensely. She sullenly walked down the stairs to go tell her them the great news.
"Mum, Dad. I need to talk to you guys," she said. They all sat down in the living room as Hermione took deep breaths. "I'm going to start in an explanation so hear me out. No, I'm not pregnant mum," she said giving her mother a look. "Do you know what werewolves are?"
"Werewolves? Honey, that's rubbish! They are fictitious! They are people who transform to a wolf like creature under a full moon," her father said.
"In the magical world, they are real. You remember Ronald?" She asked again. They nodded, and her mother grinned happily. "Well, I'll be blunt. I found him screwing one of my housemates behind my back so I broke it off with him. It was a full moon and I went outside for walk, completely unaware. I was attacked and bitten by a werewolf," she said. Her parents seemed to have paled.
"Are you all right?" Her mother gasped. Hermione pulled out her wand and with a Finite Incantatem, her wound reappeared. Her mother was crying in her father's arms as Hermione sat watching sadly.
"Now what? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Her father asked.
"No, I'm healing. However, there is a problem?"
"What's that angel?"
"I'm a Werewolf."
"Oh my God!" Her mother cried. Hermione winced and put her hands over her ears.
"Mum please not to loud," she hissed. Her mother stopped immediately. "My DNA changed when I was infected. My hearing has become sharper, I can smell people's emotions and feelings, I'm quick and agile, and I tend to loose my mind sometimes. There is a potion I take the day of the full moon, and I stay in my human mind in the wolf's body. You remember Remus you met previously?"
"He's a werewolf too," her father concluded.
"Very good Daddy! Yes he is, and he is helping me get through this. I am going to start to look for a flat for myself; however, I promise I will visit here every Sunday once I find one. I also have a meeting tonight," she said rubbing her temples.
Her mother got up and hugged her daughter tightly.
"It doesn't matter what you are honey! We both love you anyway!" Her mother cried. Hermione held her mother and her father, who joined in, as she felt comfort. They spent the rest of the day chatting and reacquainting. At ten to six, Hermione disapparated from her house to Grimauld Place.
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