A/N: In this chapter, we have a little sneak peek of what Vicky is up to along with two other people. Thanks to WeasleyIsMyKing540, ShilenKnight, loverhr, Laura4423 and Orange Chicken for the feedback. Now, let's get this chapter started! :D

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Chapter 27 ~ Don't Let the Frostbites Bite

The protective werewolf fluttered it's eyes open to inspect where is was taken to. He was in a dark and cold atmospheric room that seemed to hold a prisoner in. The werewolf took wary of his unrecognizable surrounding. He took heavy breaths, trying to remember why he was brought here.

Hermione..

The werewolf howled out loud, looking for an answer from her. He looked around to see bars that showed him the outside. He was inside the castle in an area he had never explored before. He walked on his four paws to approached his only light source. He sniffed at air to smell someone or something. Maybe even a person or people. There was definitely a guard or guards that watched over his every movement.

"You've vinally voke up, Von? 'Bout time," said a man with a thick Bulgarian accent.

"Now, now, Viktor. You can play vith Von 'ere, vut you are to double check zee itemz," another man with a thick Bulgarian accent said. He nodded his head and went off to check the items.

Ron looked up to see Karkaroff with a smirk and Viktor who held out a potion Ron knew too well to be true. It was Liquid Lunar, but with a little red swirl. The werewolf gulped out loud.

"Now zat she knocked out, diz can vinally work juzt az zee Dark Lord requested," Viktor said with a mischievous smirk.

Then, a realization came in Ron's mind. Viktor was the werewolf hunter who tried to kill him and Hermione. Ron roared out loud viciously, as he violently shook the bars to only find out it was made of silver. He roared and roared bloody murder like his life depended on it. Then, he heard another voice. Though this time, he had never heard the voice ever in his whole life.

"What's taking so long? The Dark Lord awaits for the boy to transform and cause a rampage!"

"Dumbvledore ve needing 'im in an hour," Karkaroff told the man with a sinister expression drawn on his weary face. He laughed out as his eyes bulged out.

"A Weasley, eh? Out of all of the people Fenrir could've infected, he chooses a blood traitor," the man huffed.

Ron growled out at them and said, "WHERE'S MATE!?"

The three of them chuckled out.

"Herm-own-ninny is zuffering vrom frostbite," Viktor said to the werewolf. Ron's dark blue eyes widened in horror. He roared out and smash the walls with anger to achieve a way to escape.

"VIKTOR! YOU IMBECILE! I TOLD YOU TO PLACE SILVER BARS ON ZEE VALLS!" Karkaroff scolded Viktor. Ron took his opportunity to escape. He sniffed the cold unwelcoming air to smell human blood. He used his renewed energy to zoom off to Hogwarts and take care of Hermione. Though as he ran, he thought about what potion they were about to have him consume. It looked like a new and improved version of Liquid Lunar. He knew he had to be careful, very wary.

Now, he knew that Viktor and Karkaroff with off to try and get him to became a rampaging monster. Hell, they even worked for the Dark Lord, known as He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. Ron had a gut feeling that ever since Harry's scar started to hurt more frequently meant that he was approaching stronger and even more deadly. Ron shunned his dark thoughts with thoughts of Hermione who was, according to the Viktor, suffering from frostbites. Ron's eyes flashed with determination to get to her and make sure she would be okay to live another day.

With that, the cold was soon to be replaced with fire that ran across the barren cold land.

Ron arrived at Hogwarts and away from the Forbidden Forest. He saw Dumbledore outside; he seemed to be looking for someone. Ron approached Dumbledore who looked unsurprisingly small compared to him.

"Ah, there you are Mister Weasley," Dumbledore greeted him. "I expected you to come with Karkaroff and Viktor, but it seems that the cold was too unbearing for them, as well. Now come along, I'll lead you to Miss Granger."

The two of them walked to the hospital wing. Ron shook his wet fur that used to be snow in the hall, briefly, and carried on.

The first thing Ron saw was Hermione who was cuddling a thick periwinkle blanket, as she sipped a cup of what seemed to be warm tea. Ron ran up to Hermione and as soon as he was in front of her, he was on all fours and whimpering like a puppy. Hermione jumped by the sudden huge mass of vivid red-orange flaming hair that was in front of her, making some of the hot tea dripped on the wolf. Ron yelped out in pain.

"Ron! I'm so sorry," Hermione quickly apologized to settled her cup of tea on her bed and went to pat on the spot where the tea fell on his unbelievably soft sensation of his fur. Ron growled gently by the action and sat on his fours, as he panted with happiness and affection. Hermione chuckled softly. She rubbed him behind his ears and he panted and panted like a dog making Hermione chuckle even more.

Then, something occurred to her. Why was Ron still in his werewolf form. She asked him, "Ron, why are still in your werewolf form?"

Ron looked up at her with his now, crystal blue eyes to gently claw her left forearm. He clawed at it until Hermione got an idea.

It was because she wasn't there to completely calm him down.

"It's because you haven't completely calmed down, isn't it?" Hermione said. He nodded his head up and down.

"'Ermione, mad?" Ron said her with a pout. Hermione's eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"Why would I be mad at you?" She said. "Is it because I'll think of you as a pathetic prat who needs me every time?" Ron nodded his head for, yes. Hermione sighed and said, "Ron, I'll always be there for you. What made you think that I would think you're pathetic?" She then thought of a clever remark, and said, "Though that prat part is completely true."

Ron tried making a lopsided grin with his canine complexion but it ended up on him making a seductive smirk. Hermione smiled and yawned out.

"If you don't mind, I have to get some rest," Hermione said to him. "So, I guess this conversation has to be put on a halt. Well, till tomorrow."

Ron nodded his head in understanding.

She looked at him, "If you want to be in your human form, you could stay here I guess." She bit her bottom lip out of nervousness as soon as those words came out and quickly said, "I mean if you wanna stay here to warm up a bit. Then, yeah."

Ron nodded his head and looked out the window to see the snow falling ever so gently on the ground. The wind seemed to calm down a bit, making the snow seem harmless.

"Goodnight, Ron," Hermione whispered and went to sleep.

"G'night, 'Ermione," Ron said back and curled up in a ball and closed his eyes. After a few minutes, he heard Hermione shivering. His head shot up to see Hermione trying to cuddle herself with all the blankets she was provided with. He thought of a brilliant idea to stop her from shivering.

He ever so carefully went on her bed, and he hugged her against his hard muscular chest that his fur provides it as the second blanket. Hermione slowly turned to face his chest with her eye still closed and she snuggled near his chest. Ron smiled and gently draped his large arms on his petite body to hug her closer. Ron took a good sniff of her, not realizing that Hermione did the same exact them.

He closed his eyes.

He then, felt his body shrinking back to normal, feeling Hermione hug closer to him for more warmth.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I'll be updating this upcoming Monday! :)