Author's Note: I would like to thank my reviewer Desi-Pari Always for pointing out that the last chapter was all in italics and not just the flashbacks. I fixed that. I hope many didn't have problem understanding it :) Thank you for everyone who reviewed and added this to their alerts/ favourites :) Well, this is not much but here is a short, filler-ish chapter that I had to write! Hope you like this instalment of Make You Feel My Love.
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She is a puzzle,
She is an enigma,
A riddle I do not understand.
Insomnia. Insomnia seems to be very dear friend these past months. But only today, I don't feel burdened it. The cool night wind was blowing in through the opened windows and despite my body heat; I could feel goose bumps forming on my arms. It was middle of the night, the moon shone from behind a few wispy clouds and I couldn't fall asleep. Errant thoughts of brown locks, hazel eyes fill my thoughts and I find myself grinning manically.
Seth and Jacob are on patrols tonight, maybe I could join them. I undress and jump out of the window. The door would be fine but that would entail waking the house up and I find the werewolf traits impressive at times like these. I phase into my wolf and more animalistic traits overcome me. I can hear the sound of the brooks clearer. I can see the dark leaves, highlighted by the moonlight and nocturnal creatures lurking in the dark. I can smell the fresh assault of oncoming rain. The salinity of the sea and perspiration leaves a taste in my mouth. And I can feel the wolf in me cry out for its imprint.
That is why I find myself out in the woods, creeping near the house. Obsessive stalker behaviour? As I near the house, I can smell Hermione clearer, a soft smell of spring and old books. I take a large whiff in; strangely calming and alluring at the same time. I don't have to go too near because thanks to my super werewolf vision, I can see a figure illuminated by a silver wispy light standing out in the balcony.
It doesn't take much to realise that it is Hermione, dresses in a chequered robe over some pyjamas but what I only believed to be a lamp or moonlight, is a stag, entirely made up of a silver mist. I think my eyes must be laying tricks on me when I hear the stag speaking as well. I am surprised I didn't pick that before. I can make out the words very clearly thanks to my senses. However, I can hardly make any sense of it because all I am catching is nonsensical words like 'St. Mangoes?' 'Stray Death Eaters?' 'Port key'. And with a distinct "Take care of yourself, Hermione. Love you" at the end, the stag mist disappears. I can feel myself snarl a little. Jealousy? Feels like it. I try to control the cold swell of jealousy and not give into the urge to rip something.
I sit there dazed and wondering if the insomnia was really starting to mess with my brain when Hermione, pulls out a wooden stick. My mind goes in to a state of panic. I can't help but feel she is going to disappear on me again like she did those many months ago. I almost reveal my spot to jump at her in a last ditch effort to stop her but she murmurs something and a similar ball of silver mist bursts out of 'the stick' but instead of a stag, it takes shape of another animal. Is that an otter or a beaver? I narrow my eyes. What is the difference between them, again?
She speaks to the silver animal, as it rests on its hind limbs, "Harry, I am fine. Mum and dad are fine. No, they do not know. I am working on it. St. Mungoes might be the only option." Her voice wavered and she took a deep sigh. "Thank you for your concern Harry but it is safe here. Give everyone my love. Just owl me next time instead of sending your patronus. No need to worry. Take care and love you too." She pats the silver mist and commands "Go to Harry." The silver animal bursts into the forest into a run and disappears into the darkness.
She slowly turns her gaze to the sky, like she is looking at the constellations. She breathes out a long breath of frustration mingling with sadness. My wolf cries too. Finally, she turns around. A short burst of light burns out from her the tip of the 'stick'. It illuminates her pathway and I see her retreating figure disappear into the house.
I hear three heartbeats, two lulled down in sleep and one pounding louder with the rushing blood. It is just me and her pulsing sound. A moment later, I see the silver light go out and a hush surrounds me. Suddenly, I hear only two heartbeats. I cannot hear her; it is like someone just put a mute button on her room, which is impossible. I know I am panicking and my first instinct is to rush in there to see if she has disappeared or worse harmed but I can smell her scent, strong in her presence, and somehow I know she is fine.
This begs me to ask the question again. What in the bloody name of fucks is my imprint?
Her mystery is alluring
She got me in a trance.
End Notes: This was a short chapter but I wanted to post something. What do you think? Let me know? :)
Until next time!
Have a wonderful day :)
~Iberis Galloway