Silvaticus

Chapter 16

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Waking up the next morning, Hermione Granger was beyond distraught. She lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling wondering how she was going to ever face her friends again.

What was I thinking? She thought angrily, I was so stupid!

Her thoughts then traveled to Greyback's disappearances. There was no logical explanation that she could think of as to why the werewolf would sneak out of the cottage at night. Hermione always had her suspicions about his eagerness to join the Order and was certain he was up to something.

Walking downstairs, she wondered how many more times would she have to do the walk of shame down those steps. The day went by painstakingly slow for Hermione, who at this point was ready to begin a full on investigation.

She had spent the last six hours on the couch, pretending to read different books. Hermione could feel herself nodding off, when she heard the front door click shut. Snapping her head up, she couldn't believe she had missed him leave after waiting all of this time. Tossing her book aside, Hermione quietly opened and closed the door behind her.

Where could he have gone? Hermione thought looking around, the wards are still up.

Peering around the left side of the house, the young witch could see the large figure of Greyback, stalking up and over the sand. As the werewolf disappeared into the woods, Hermione stood at the edge of the wards wondering how he made it past them without setting off any alarms.

Carefully, she threw a nearby seashell threw the wards and waited, Nothing!

Now she knew how he had been getting past the alarms, he found a spell to counter them. Shocked, Hermione quickly raced to keep up with the agile werewolf, and made her way towards the woods. Luckily, Greyback didn't go far, as she could spot him standing before two other men. Instinctually, the young witch whipped out her wand just in case.

Their voices sounded like the deep rumbles that would only emanate from deep within the bowels of a large beast. They were too far to understand anything specific, so Hermione zigzagged in and out of the trees to find a better view point.

"We need to make a move," urged the youngest one, "Everyone is getting restless since we've separated ties with You-Know-Who!"

Greyback seemed to get frustrated and growled something inaudible to the young man; Hermione had to lean in more closely in order to hear the rest.

"- know your place boy. I'll will give you orders when the time is right," continued the elder as began turning away, "Don't request a summons unless someone is dying, and even then, don't."

Hermione clung herself firmly against the tree, as Greyback walked back towards the house. She remained deathly quiet as the large werewolf passed her. Looking back around the tree, she was able to see the other two men stare at Greyback disdainfully, before apparating on the spot. Turning back to locate the werewolf's form, she was shocked to see two large blue eyes staring back at her.

Hermione didn't have the chance to try and process what she was seeing, before she was thrown backwards, causing her back to slam against the tree trunk. She tried reaching for her wand, but the pain was too great to move fast enough. Her vision was blurry, but she was able to make out a figure crouching above her.

I never knew he could move that fast, thought Hermione as she began to tremble under Greyback's intense gaze.

"I still don't understand why they claim you're the brains behind Potter," said Greyback, "you're thicker than the Ginger one."

Hermione didn't know what to do or what to say. The man above her was a time bomb, waiting to explode.

What's to stop him from tearing me to bits, and just leaving, Hermione asked herself as everything went black.

The pain consumed every part of her body as she woke up in a drunken-like state. Hermione couldn't seem to muster the strength to even open her eyes right away.

"I know you're awake, bitch." She heard Greyback say, "Open your eyes."

Out of fear of being struck again, Hermione opened her eyes with a flourish. She was shocked to see that nothing much had changed since she had blacked out. The large, blue eyes were still staring back at her with such intensity that she felt naked. Suddenly, she was being suspended in midair, and the pressure on her back began to lessen. Unable to move her head, she waited for any signs of movement, but saw nothing as she felt her back tingling.

He's healing the cuts on my back, Hermione thought is shock.

"You're too weak. Even for a bitch." The werewolf growled, "One wonders how you've managed to live this long."

Hermione felt the anger well up inside of her threatening to be released, but then she had flashes of how her body was thrown like a rag doll some time ago, and remained quiet.

"How long was I unconscious?" she asked tentatively.

Greyback regarded her for a moment before responding in a tone she did not recognize, "Only seconds. You look quite attractive with your eyes closed."

She didn't know what to say to his comment. He had a habit of being unpredictable which was a major contrast to everything she was raised to be. Hermione thought it was best to just wait quietly until he released her from suspension. The young witch couldn't help but notice how heavy her eyelids felt, and for the second time that night she saw her world go black.

Hermione woke up with a jolt. For some reason, she felt as if she was forgetting something. Looking around her room, she was unnerved to see that she was in her bed in Shell Cottage. She couldn't understand why she had suspected to be anywhere else. Throwing the covers off of her body, she jumped out of bed and took three quick strides towards the vanity mirror. Turning around, Hermione lifted her shirt and was shocked to see no signs of any cuts or bruises.

Why would there be cuts or bruises in the first place? Hermione asked herself as she lowered her shirt.

She could hear the voices of Fleur and Bill Weasley a floor beneath her, no doubt preparing breakfast like always. Shaking off her nerves, she made her way downstairs and was surprised to see Fenrir Greyback sitting at the breakfast table.

"Good morning, 'ermione!" exclaimed Fleur with a smile, "Look who finally decided to join us for breakfast."

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A/N:

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