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Chapter 38 ~ A Wizard and a Muggle: Part II

Ron looked out of the window and admired the full moon in the deep dark blue skies. His crystal blue orbs sparkled in the moonlight, as he sighed out.

Hermione really is brilliant. She was one of the best things that had ever happened to him. He smiled and relaxed to his side. He felt himself drift off to sleep.

"Do you think our daughter had fallen in love, Winston?" Linda Granger questioned her his, as they laid there on their bed.

"My, Hermione is growing up so fast, Lin," Winston commented. "I can't help to be worried about her."

Linda smiled. "Parenting instincts, I suppose."

The two of them kiss one another a good night and cuddled together to warmth one another for them to sleep safe and sound. Just as Winston was about to sleep, he heard a growl.

He ignored the sound and went to sleep, to only hear the growl again.

"Lin," he gently shook his spouse awake.

"Mm, what is it Winney?" she said in a groggy voice.

"There's someone or something outside the door," he replied in a hushed voice. Linda became wary and went to grab the nearest weapon which was awkwardly her pillow.

"Open the door," she whispered over to her husband. He silent agreed and slowly open the door, making it creak a bit. Then, they heard the evident growl once more.

"Go away," Winston tried to say in a menacing voice. "Stay away from my family."

Another growl was heard but it was more menacing than the others somehow. Suddenly, a huge muscular beast pushed the wary lady onto the ground and sniffed around the room.

The beast had blood red colored fur and a very muscular body was that tall. It's head was more canine like and it's teeth was razor sharp. The eyes were a shade of dark blue. The werewolf growled lowly at the two of them.

"Is - Is that's a werewolf?" Winston questioned in obvious shock. Linda nodded slowly to him, terrified as well.

Then, the beast's eyes caught Linda's dark chocolate eyes. It seemed to become less tense and more relaxed suddenly. The towering monster slowly approached her and started to touch her hair which was awfully distinct to a familiar brunette with bushy hair.

"L-Linda," he croaked out. "Slowly get back from it."

The woman with slightly bushy hair looked at her husband with frightened eyes. The husband started to look around the room, frantically.

"'Ermione?" the werewolf mumbled in its deep voice.

Both of her parent's eyes widened in shock. The werewolf started to sniff in the scent of the mother and had a perplexed face on its canine face.

"Get away from my wife, you monster!" came a voice from behind. The man went to hit the werewolf from behind with a chair with such little success. He gulped, as the wolf human figured creature turned around to face him with angry and sad eyes.

Why was it sad though?

"Monster? Me monster to 'Ermione's parents?" the werewolf winced in guilt and shame. It backed away from the two humans into a corner, as it had its large hands over its face to cover himself from them. The monster's black claws shined from the dim light.

"How do you know, Hermione?" Linda asked the creature before her and her husband.

"Need, 'Ermione," it mumbled back to them.

The two of them looked at one another scared to why it wanted their precious daughter.

Suddenly, a howl erupted from the heaving chest of the wolf. Its creus echoed throughout the comfy house if the Granger's residents. It sent shivers up the two adults spines. Then, they heard the door opening to reveal a frightened Hermione.

"Mum? Dad?" Hermione breathed. She was perplexed to see them scared for some odd reason. An odd reason she knew. The bushy haired brunette slowly walked in their room to turn her head to the left to see a bulky figure whimpering at the corner of the room. Her chocolate eyes softened at the sight of her best friend.

"Dad," Hermione looked at him. "What happened?"

"Her-Hermione, dear," his dad started in a shaky voice. "Why is there a monster here? How did it get through all of the wards? I thought we were safe from burglaries and gangs?"

"We are," she said to them.

"Then why is there a monster here?" her mother repeated what her father had said.

"He's my friend!" Hermione immediately said. The two parents looked at each other, looking very quizzical. "Please, he's not here to harm you! I'll show you."

Hermione turned around to see the werewolf with blood red fur curled up in a ball. Her breathing pattern turned calm and steady, as she approached the creature, known as Ron Weasley. She went on her knees as soon as she was in front of him. Her soft palms ran through his furs to try and at least soothe him down.

"Ron.." Hermione whispered in a soft voice. The werewolf's ears perked up; he slowly looked up for his dark crystal blue orbs to pierce through her gentle chocolate brown eyes. "What's wrong?"

It whimpered in response, but it started to crouch down to get on Hermione's eye level due to his abnormally tall height. "Me m-monster.. 'Ermione's parents call me monster.."

Hermione turned around to face her parents shocked faces. Her mother's eyes widened in shock. Her father's mouth was gaped.

"That's Ron?" her mother spoke out in a hushed voice; enough for them to hear her.

Hermione silently gulped to herself. "Y-yes it is. We were actually planning to tell you at the morning."

"How long has he been a werewolf?" her father croaked out a question.

"He was bitten by a werewolf, when he was a baby. He was told that he was a werewolf, before he went off to Hogwarts for his first year," she elaborated on further, "Harry and I - not even his siblings - didn't knew he was a werewolf for starters. He - he was insecure about telling us that he was a werewolf. He was afraid that we might've rejected him. Though, I grew suspicious as years went by. I became aware of his strange behavior."

"Near the end of our third year, he transformed into a werewolf to protect me, but it kind of backfired a bit. When he transformed, all he could see were blurry figures, including me. He was frightened that we were supposed werewolf hunters when really, we weren't."

Hermione looked over to Ron and gave him a reassuring smile, before continuing on, "Though, he didn't harm me. He knew that somehow, I was there to calm him down. Something in him told him that I just wanted to help him turn back into a human. So, I did succeed and from that day on, I was own to be there to help him feel human again. It's also called being a werewolf's mate."

Hermione finished it off with a nervous and awkwardly smile at them. Ron crawled over to Hermione to hugged her. She breathed in his scent and hugged him back.

She saw her parents uncertain faces, especially her father's.

"What gave you the idea to still be friends with him?," her father suddenly shot out.

"What's that suppose to mean?" she retorted hotly. "I did it because I genuinely cared about him! I did it because he deserves to feel what it's like to be a human!"

"Winny," her mother said and took hold of her father's forearm. "You heard her. Ron isn't a threat! He was just confused and frightened! He's just a boy for crying out loud!"

"B-but - He - Werewolves are not to be trusted. They're foul loathsome conniving creatures that are driven by their bloodlust!" he argued.

"STOP IT!" Hermione accidentally yelled at him. "Those are myths! Lies that muggles and even wizards have believed since the dawn before time. Werewolves are like us too. They have emotions like us. They can care; they can love, as well."

That had seemed to shut her father up. His lips were pursed up, as her mother rubbing his back up and down in order for him to calm down.

"Go to your room, dear," her mother said in a soft voice. "Ron can go along with you too. I think he'd very much appreciate your company right now. Just leave your father and I alone. I'll talk him out of it."

Hermione gave her mother a small smile and waved at the werewolf to come and follow her to her room. Ron walked on all fours to her room and sat on her bed. She closed the door behind her; she breathed out in relief and frustration. Hermione rubbed her eyes and sat next to Ron's bulky werewolf form. She grabbed his large paw like hand onto her small palms. She rubbed her thumb over his palm.

"I'm really sorry, Ron," Hermione apologized in a soft hushed voice. Her eyes sparkled with sincerity in the moonlight. "My father is a bit overprotective of me. I hope you understand."

The werewolf responded by placing Hermione on his lap. He snuggled with Hermione and breathed in her aroma. She chuckled softly and hugged back. She felt tepid and safe around his strong arms. Her head was buried between his abs, more she leaned on him. His nuzzle started to wander around her body, especially her hair and neck.

The werewolf's slimy pink tongue darted towards her neck, making her shiver. Ron sensed her being uncomfortable and stopped immediately.

"'Ermione?" he tried his best to to say in a hushed and gently tone.

"Yes?" she responded.

"Me stay here.. Keep you safe," he growled gently to her. A small smile crept along her features. She laid down on her bed and sighed put. Ron followed along, though he took most of the space.

They laid there in complete silence. They each secretly stole glances at one another.

"Are you hungry?" she asked suddenly. Ron nodded his head in shame.

She grabbed the sharp stone she had kept during their time in Viktor's Torture Chamber. She carefully cut her pointer finger a bit and offered it to Ron.

Ron shook his head and looked at Hermione with guilty eyes.

"Here, take it. I won't mind," Hermione said to him. She held her finger at him, as he sniffed her blood. His eyes turned a shade darker and licked the bleeding finger. After a bit, he retreated.

Hermione placed a bandage on her finger and went back to snuggle against Ron's hard muscular chest.

"Goodnight, Ron," Hermione said; she yawned quietly.

"Night, 'Ermione," he yawned loudly and draped his strong arms around her petite body.

I love you, they both said to themselves.

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