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SNAP!

Fenrir cursed silently; he should've been more careful where he stepped, knowing that he could wake up any of the inhabitants within the Forbidden Forrest. He looked on at the beautiful mate before him, seeing her body seize up in shock and fright. He had disturbed her, and not in a good matter. He merely wanted to observe her, to be near her, take in her glory not as a witch, but as his chosen mate. It broke him on the inside, seeing her so frightened and panicked; his blood roiled just to bring her in his arms. But for now, he had to be out of sight before she saw. It was too soon for him, he needed more time to study her from afar before he could be able to have her. Fenrir needed to know more about this beautiful mate of his before he could have the chance to hold her and claim her as his alpha female. Fenrir reached into his pocket, pulling out his wand, and silently tapped it on his thigh, quietly murmuring a spell.

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Hermione heard the branch snap, and it was very close to her. She kept her eyes closed, wanting to take in the sounds around her before opening them up. She knew that there was a chance of encountering some wild creature within the Forbidden Forest, but she wasn't too sure of the chances of running into anything during the day. Hermione bit her bottom lip hard between her teeth, feeling her body quivering from the cold as well as fear. She clenched her hand around the end of her wand, her eyes never opening to see what was next to her. She shakily took a breath in, and whirled to the side with her wand at the ready, her eyes opening to see . . .

Nothing? There was absolutely nothing near her. She knew it had to be some trick, it just had to be. She was a smart witch, the brightest witch of her age; she knew that there had to be some sort of spell or trick that she was experiencing but could not either see nor break. Hermione looked around, her watery eyes trying to look and see anything that stood out. But, her Muggle eyes, as weak as they were, could not see anything except the scenery before her. She carefully swept her hand in front of her, trying to feel anything that might catch her fingertips. Sadly, nothing except for the soft breeze.

The young witch looked around her blindly, her instincts telling her to flee back to Hogwarts. But, something deep inside her, somewhere more - primal - was telling her that everything was going to be alright. Was the brightest witch losing her mind? Had she gone mad with such preposterous illusions? No, she knew better, but there was still something that she couldn't place. Hermione wasn't sure what to believe anymore, whether her gut instincts or her heart. The young witch settled back down into her spot, curling up into herself as she looked fearfully around her surroundings, wondering what it was that could be out there.

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Fenrir stood there for a moment, careful to not breathe too loudly as he studied his beautiful mate. She was cautious, trying to stay alert to her surroundings. He cursed himself silently, knowing that he should've been more careful where to step. He watched her settle back down, and knew at that moment, he needed to be nearer. With silent footsteps, he swiftly bounded toward her, and stood within one meter of her. Sweet wonderful moon goddess! She was more entrancing up close than he could ever imagine. Her unruly hair was more frizzled, her eyes red from the silent tears, her lips - more succulant up close that he had to stop himself from tracing them with his nail. Fenrir never dreamed of finding such a beautiful mate, and for one so young and fragile, he knew it was time that was molding him the perfect mate.

He knelt down on one knee, careful of the leaves beneath his heavy frame. He was itching, shaking so violently that he may fear of breaking the spell around him. The air around him was strange, eerie but also calming. He watched her with his amber eyes, taking in her alluring beauty. He wanted her right there, he needed her desperately. Fenrir knew it wasn't the right time, but still, he needed to hold her for one moment.

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Hermione felt the air around her beginning to calm. She felt her own being slowly drift into a calming aura, her fears and hysterias slowly slipping into an abyss that she never wanted to visit. She felt as if there was a power at work here, but whether it was from the Forest or from some other being, she felt at peace with herself and the air around her. She leaned back into the bark of the tree, smiling to herself, and hummed a quiet tune to herself.

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Fenrir couldn't look away, seeing the smile on her face. He only dreamed that he could be the one who made her smile. He held his breath as he slowly leaned into the witch's space. He raised his hand, only inches away from her smooth, pale cheek, itching to just touch her for one brief moment. The still air buzzing around the two, neither noticing that their magics together were infusing and bringing them even closer.

"HERMIONE!"

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Author's Note: Cliffhanger! Hi guys! Sorry about the long wait, work's been keeping me from doing any writing at all. I hope this will suffice for the time being, but I will try to keep up with the updates for this story. Thank you for those who've commented, reviewed, and favorited this story. You guys are amazing. I'll see you guys in the next chapter, reviews are always welcomed!