A/NI don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Word Count: 749

Warning: ANIMAL DEATH, slight smut, nudity

Eerie, that was the only way Hermione could describe the night. It was quiet, the usual chirping of crickets had been silenced by something. She shuddered thinking about what. The sky was dark, stars hidden behind dark clouds. The moon was hidden too, but she knew it was full, knew what that meant. She made her way out of the castle slowly, glancing over her shoulder more times than she could count.

Part of her, the rational part of her, wanted to turn around, run back to her chambers and hide under the blankets until morning. Unfortunately for her, a larger part of her, the part that was in control tonight, wanted to be outside in this foggy night.

A scent caught her attention. Remus. He was here. A smile crossed her lips, curling them back to reveal the sharp fangs slowly growing as the clouds moved, parting just enough to allow the moonlight to shine upon her. She'd taken her potion, she always remembered to do that. She'd be in her own mind, but right now, her own mind wanted to take a back seat to the wolf. She tilted her head back and howled. Her howl split the silence of the night and soon it was answered by her mate.

Her shift only took a minute, Hermione had learned to control it, learned to get through it nearly painlessly. She watched her own face change, watched her hands and feet shrink as she fell to the ground. She felt safer as the wolf, this was her territory. The forest was where the wolf belonged, not the human Hermione.

The shift still left her starving. A movement in a bush pulled the wolf's attention. Food! Hermione didn't bother stopping the wolf, didn't bother thinking about how whatever poor creature the wolf had found was doomed. The creature turned out to be a rabbit. The brown fur was soft in Hermione's mouth, she spit it out, wanting only the meat.

She made a mental note where she'd left the fur. A new pair of gloves would be nice, she'd lost her last ones somewhere in the Forbidden Forest, the very place she knew Remus was waiting for her. She finished eating and bounded towards the trees. The wolf was excited to be free, to explore, to be in control.

Hermione sat in the back of her mind, thinking about the assignments she still needed to grade, about the lesson plan she'd left unfinished on her desk. Normally she was a lot more ahead of things, but Remus was back! His scent filled her nose.

He'd taken a job with the ministry, a werewolf rights thing, and lately he was out of the country doing public relations work. People were starting to see people afflicted with lycanthropy as people, people who should have rights and respect.

Now, he's returned, just in time for wolf to want to play. She followed his scent to a clearing and was upon him before he had a chance to react. She could tell he'd been waiting for her, he had always had more patience than she did.

Pinning him down and licking his face, Hermione took slight control for a moment before Remus flipped her. He was letting his wolf play tonight too, she could feel it. He had her against the ground and Hermione knew what was coming, what they both wanted. She didn't struggle as he entered her, his knot hard against her. Her howls filled the night, mixing with his as they shared their passion, their wolves' passion.

Hermione yawned, blinking her eyes in the bright sunlight. Remus was curled against her naked. She smiled, leaning over and kissing his lips. He blinked his eyes open and smiled back. Wordlessly, she rose, pulling him up with her and they headed back toward the castle.

They paused to dress. Hermione had left a bag of clothing for them at the edge of the Forest. They never spoke after their wolf nights, not until they'd both had at least one cup of coffee. Hermione smiled, feeling the sun on her face, the eerieness of the night gone and replaced by a brilliant crimson dawn.

Remus put an arm around her waist. She sighed happily as they slipped into the passage leading to Hermione's chambers, one of the perks of being a professor. She'd put in her morning appearance, while Remus slept in her bed knowing she'd join him as soon as she could.