Author's Note: Hello, everybody! Welcome back to Full Moon Mates, I might keep this title but I'm not sure. You guys have already liked this so much as it is, and have already followed up. I really want to express my gratitude to you readers for giving me a chance to write this story. I'm not sure where this will take it, but I do know that I will be trying my best to make it as good as I can.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Harry Potter. All rights go to their respectable owners.

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Hermione walked through the crowded halls of Hogwarts, her eyes glazed over with lack of sleep from last night's endeavor in her dreams. She walked down the corridor, her body running on autopilot so she could get to class. The young witch had dreaded going to Potions class, knowing that she was not able to function in that class without having any breakfast. And she also knew that Ron would be an annoying nuisance to her today, probably blowing up things that would be easy to do. She stepped around the corner, and began her descend down the stairs to Potions class when she heard a voice from behind her.

"Hermione!" A voice yelled from behind her, making the young witch stop in her tracks and turn around. She noticed her friend, Harry Potter, come running up to her, probably trying to catch up with her so they can walk together to Potions class.

Hermione was in no mood for any of Harry's ramblings about trying to find the whereabouts of the Horcruxes, the Dark Lord himself or anything in relation to that today. She was in a foul mood that would rival Professor Snape's daily attitude.

"Hi, Harry." The young witch mumbled as she walked down in silence with the young wizard.

"Are you alright? You seem a bit . . . under today." Harry said as he noticed his friend's behavior today.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I'm just a bit tired." Hermione answered, trudging along to get on with her classes.

"Stayed up late reading again, eh?" Harry teased, knowing that she loved to read just about anything that was made of paper, whether it was a book, the newspaper, tabloids, articles, pieces of parchment paper or little notes in notebooks. The brunette gave her friend a look that could burn a hole in his head, if looks could do that.

Hermione said nothing, and continued on with Harry to Potions class, knowing that it would be a long day for the Granger girl. Harry knew that look, but said nothing, noting that she was in a foul mood.

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Potions class was brutal, and not just in any old fashion way. Not only was she running on little hours of sleep, but she was also teamed up with Malfoy, of all the idiots in her class. But, she was not one to complain, for it would deduce points from their house. And that was the last thing she wanted to do, especially this early in the morning.

"So, what's new in the world, Mudblood?" Draco asked, wanting to get her riled up already. If there was one thing that she hated, besides the pompous little brat beside her, was being called a Mudblood. It demeaned her in every way possible, and all she wanted to do was give him a nice punch to the face. But, as much as the little witch wanted to do that, it would mean detention and that would possibly be with Snape of all professors, which she wanted to avoid at all costs.

"Nothing, Malfoy." Hermione mumbled as she kept her eyes on the cauldron before her, not wanting to start anything for the sake of getting in trouble with Professor Snape.

"Oh, what's the matter, Granger? Not feeling up to the task this morning? Where's that Gryffindor spirit, Mudblood? Oh, that's right, you don't have any because of your Mudblood parents." Draco sneered, getting too close to Hermione's personal space.

Hermione breathed in deeply, looked at the platinum blonde boy, and turned around while grabbing her belongings and walking out the door. She had no desire, nor any care about dealing with this bloody idiot. She knew she should've stayed in bed, but, being the hard working student at Hogwarts, it wouldn't have felt right. But today, she just needed to be away from people especially pompous brats like Malfoy.

"Miss Granger, if you dare leave my class without an excuse, Gryffindor will lose 50 points from its house." Professor Snape drawled out, wanting to know what the brightest witch would do as her next move.

She looked at the black haired instructor, then to both Harry and Ron, who were wondering what had gotten Hermione all riled up all of a sudden. She had little care today, and proceeded to walk away from the dark corridors of the castle, leaving everyone wide eyed and in shock that she would walk out without any reason.

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Hermione kept on walking, not giving any reason to let anyone know where she was going. She had retreated to her chambers, only to throw her robes to the floor, and grab a blanket with her to venture out into the world of nature. She sniffed away the tears that dared pour out of her eyes, wiping her nose and cheeks with the sleeve of her shirt. The wind had picked up, blowing the unruly hair of her mane in its currents. Hermione clutched the blanket closer to her body, her brisk walking not pausing as she ventured out to the edge of the wood, pausing for a brief second. She knew it was forbidden to enter the Forbidden Forest, but as of right now, she did not give a damn as to what anyone thought of right now. She breathed in deep, and walked further into its welcoming darkness.

She slowed her steps, afraid of what she might disturb from its sleep. She looked around in awe, the sunlight spilling out from patches of the grove above her, scattering sunny spots here and there. The young witch wanted to make sure she was still in sight of the edge of where Hogwarts was, and not get herself lost. Hermione just needed to clear her mind, and even that, for her, was not enough. She put her back to a tree, and slowly slid down the bark until her bum met the hard, branch filled ground. The witch wrapped her arms around her knees, the blanket wrapped along with her, and set her forehead on top of her knees. She needed this, the quiet, and the silent the forest brought to her. In a strange sense, it felt very peaceful yet disturbing at the same time. Hermione began to cry, the silent sobs finally making their way up from her chest, wracking her body from the sheer force of her soft cries.

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Fenrir was out, in a sense, just to clear his mind. He had been wandering everywhere, towns, cities, even forests, to find his beloved mate. Since the dreams came to him almost every night, he had gone to the elders, and talked with them about this beauty of his mate. The elders of his pack had confirmed it - she was indeed his mate. All these years, he had been alone, no one to be by his side. And yet, here was this beautiful witch, hiding within the safe walls of Hogwarts, and never more beautiful than anything he had ever laid his eyes on. She was a rarity in life itself, and he would want nothing more than to have her in his arms, caress her soft, pale skin, and love her until there was no more room left in him.

He was irritated, in the fact that he, an alpha, could not be able to find his mate. He had been in the dark for far too long, and he felt that it was time to leave that side. But, he knew the consequences of leaving the Dark Lord's legion, and it would be severe on his part. His amber eyes searched the forest, looking for anything out of the ordinary. He had been in this Forbidden Forest many a time, but, for whatever brought him here, was truly making his blood surge.

Then, it hit him. Right in the center of his face. A brick, if you would say, has directly hit him hard. His sense of smell was on fire; he smelled the air - the scent. Her scent! The most glorious and mouthwatering scent he had ever smelt was before him - apple and lily, a combination that he would dare never lose. The scent alone made his insides burn, his blood on fire and pumping faster through his body. Fenrir smiled, taking a deep breath as much as his lungs would, and exhaled. It would be the death of him if he found the source of that scent. He couldn't risk waiting anymore time - he needed to find her now! He smelled the air, his wolf senses on autopilot as he silently but steadily quickened his pace, the scent only becoming stronger as he approached a clearing.

He stopped - utterly stopped. The scent was close, almost too close, he could practically taste it on his tongue. But, wait, what was this? He smelt tears as well as her scent. The salty tears combined with her natural scent meant one thing - she was hurt! Whoever dared hurt his beloved mate would pay for it! His keen hearing picked up the quiet sobs, and he turned to the right, where the clearing was. He stopped, his hearing sharper when he heard how much louder the sobs were. He was very close, almost as if he were on top of the source.

He looked over, and saw the most beautiful creature his amber eyes had set upon. Huddled up in a warm red blanket, unruly hair covering her face, was the beautiful mate his dreams had showed him. Her sobs tore at his heart, a sound that he should never hear from her. The witch leaned her head back, and almost, right there, Fenrir would've lost it. Her pale skin, plump lips, wavy brunette hair, lithe, slender built. She was so breathtaking - no other would have her, and no one would take her. He could almost taste of her skin on his tongue, making his mouth water even more for her. Why was she crying? Who had dared hurt her? He would know, one way or another. He slowly stepped towards her, but had not taken into account the branch underneath his heavy foot.

SNAP!

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Author's Note: Cliffhanger! Hello, everyone! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter of Full Moon Mates. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to post this, but life in reality had me by a leash, and my responsibilities had to come first. So I hope this will suffice for now, and I will be seeing you in the next chapter. Reviews are always welcomed! :D