AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi everyone!! I am sorry that I havent posted in awhile. I have been quite busy and writer's block has seemed to take a hold of me. I hope you like this chapter. I really dont know if I am going to keep this up. R&R Be warned there is a bit of OC going on in this chapter. Just wanted to tell you that its Hermione's POV then it goes to Fernir's POV.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" Harry asked making me look up. We were standing in the gardens beside the Forbidden Forest.
"I was looking for this specific plant, a Everlasting Blood Rose." I muttered combing the garden for a second time. "I want to use it in a potion that I am making." Harry smiled as I continued to look over the plants.
"Come on, Mione." Harry stated picking up my cloak and bag. I smiled at the nice gesture and walked over to the Boy-That-lived. "We can look for it tomorrow." I observed him and smiled. Harry had definitely grown over the years. His hair was still messy as ever, yet it was in a way that made girls drool for his attention. His green eyes sparkled as I walked closer to him. The tension between us was obvious, yet we ignored the glances and whispers around school. Nothing was going on between us.
"Really?" I asked trying to take my stuff away from him, yet failed because he kept backing away from me. A devilish smile appeared on his face making me smile. He was playing. "Harry, stop playing." He shook his head.
"This is so much fun," Harry stated backing away from me. I smirked and quickly tackled him onto the ground. Laughter escaped from us as I started tickling his sides. "Stop-stop Hermione." He laughed. I finally stopped and watched as Harry regulated his breathing."So beautiful." He murmured touching one of my curls. The way he looked at me was different; there was something in his eyes that sent chills down my spine. He lightly touched my face sending more wanted chills through my body. As he closed the distance between us, a large crack escaped the forest making me look up. Watching us from the shadows was a pair of yellow eyes.
My eyes instantly flashed open as I pulled myself up. I was alone in the cave covered in numerous furs and minks. I ran my fingers through my hair as I got up onto my two legs gingerly. I felt so weak; almost like a newborn baby when it first starts walking. What was wrong with me? I held onto the damp cave wall for support as I thought things through. What was I going to do? I needed my wand so badly, but where was it? I rolled my eyes at the thought of my uselessness. If Ron and Harry could see me now; I teared up at the thought of Harry. That dream I had was a memory from a few days ago. We were so close, then that branch had to crack. Those yellow eyes were so strange and haunting. It sent chills down my spine from just thinking about it.
"Where is she, Fenrir?" a familiar drawl asked making me whimper in response. Lucius Malfoy…he is going to kill me. I know it; I will never see Harry again. I scrambled over to the darkest corner of the cave and hoped to god that he wouldn't come in here.
"I don't have whoever you want," Fenrir answered making her sigh in relief. He was hiding her, but why though? Wasn't he a supporter of Lord Voldemort? "Now get out of my territory, Lucius." I could hear footsteps, but they stopped suddenly.
"I know you have the mudblood, Greyback. It would be wise to give her up before it's too late." Lucius growled making me cringe. Why do they want me so bad? It dawned on me. Peple consider me to be the brains behind the trio. Its true of course. Numerous times I have gotten Harry and Ron through their mess. Its like a habit now. Who is going to get me through my trouble now? A loud crack echoed through the cave and I swear I could hear somebody dropping to the floor.
"Are you challenging me, Lucius?" Fenrir growled sending chills through my body. That voice…it was so dark and dangerous. It demanded respect. "GET OFF OF MY LAND BEFORE I RIP YOUR HEAD OFF YOUR PUREBLOOD BODY AND HAND IT ON A SILVER PLATER TO THE DARK LORD!!" I could hear a faint 'pop' and watched as Fenrir walked into the cave. He instantly looked to the pile of furs that I had slept in and dropped a bag onto the floor. The aroma of various fruits hit me making me instantly hungry.
"What are you doing?" I asked when Fenrir finally spotted me. His gaze instantly become soft when he noticed how I was. "Why are you helping me?" I didn't flinch back as he reached to touch me. "Why haven't you killed me yet?" His facial expression suddenly grew cold and detached.
"Do you want me to kill you?" he asked kneeling beside me. His amber eyes bore through me making me feel like I was prey and he was the predator. Chills ran through my body like clockwork. Why was he doing this to me??
"No," I muttered looking away. I don't want to die; not after everything I have gone through to be a part of the wizarding world.
"Good, because I don't want to." Fenrir stated handing me an apple. "Eat. You need your strength." I shook my head. The food could be poisoned. "Eat or I will force you, Hermione. I can be cruel, my dear." His eyes radiated intimidation; his reputation was a precedent for his cruelness. I took the apple hesitantly and began to eat. I needed the nourishment.
Why am I doing this? I watched as the fragile girl before me ate the apple I had picked from the grove. She was a beautiful creature. Her brown curls were long and fluid. I could see tints of blonde and auburn in her hair with my sensitive eyesight. Her eyes, however, sent wanted shivers through my body. They were the color of cinnamion with tints of amber. The fire in her eyes was intoxicating. It took all my control not to throw her up against the wall and take her. No, I would have her begging for me first. I got up to walk around a bit.
"Where are we?" she asked finally able to rally enough courage to talk to me. I turned towards her as I took my shirt off. I wasn't used to wearing so much clothes. Being a werewolf, I was used to living in my wolf form. I could smell her arousal and shyness almost instantly. I mentaly smiled as I walked up to her.
"Far away so don't try running away." I could her take in a sharp breath. "I don't want to chase after you, pet." Don't let her cry...not now. I want to make her happy. Eversince the first time I saw her, I wanted her. I had to get her away from those boys though. Their scent was all over her.
"I want to go home, Fenrir." Hermione muttered softly. I looked up and scowled. She would have to learn. There was no going back from here. She was going to stay here forever with me.
"That's not possible." I stated looking into her eyes. Fear radiated from her cinnamion eyes making me feel guilty. "I don't want you to fear me, Hermione. I'm trying to protect you." I could feel her touch her arm where the bandage was.
"Then why did you bit me?" she asked. "Am I a werewolf now?" I slowly nodded. I wasn't particularly ready to tell her why I bit her. Hermione didn't take notice anyway. Her actions shocked me for a fragile human. She suddenly pushed me away from her and snarled."Then you have cursed me!" Hermione screamed. "I am a monster and its all your fault, you bastard." Her eyes flashed to a bright amber for a mere second before returning to a blazing cinnamion. The werewolf venom was taking over; much faster than I first thought. She would change soon....maybe in a few days. It would surely be an event to remember.