Author's Note: Okay wow! This chapter kind of wrote itself and am actually surprised by the end result myself :D

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You look at me

I look at you

Our eyes lock.

I can feel something tickling my nose; I have an urge to sneeze. Scrunching my nose, I slowly open my eyes. I see a lone dandelion leaning against my muzzle. I want to sneeze. I have my jaw opening but I can't sneeze. My nose itches and I scratch it against the wet ground.

I look at my surrounding; I am outside the Wilkins's home. It is early morning now, but the canopies of the soaring trees shroud me in darkness. Things from yesterday are coming back to me now.

There is still that muteness to her room but her smell and her presence is still there.

I think it has been a few more hours, before I hear the sound of the water running. I can hear the room buzz back into life. I can hear her heartbeat, her shallow breathing, clothes rustling. And I breathe out a sigh of relief.

I watch her drag the curtains open and I find myself smiling as I see her mussed up hair but I find myself stricken and slowly angry as I notice the bloodshot eyes and the dark circles underneath them. I can feel the fatigue roll off from her. Wasn't she sleeping? What happened? How did I not notice them before? They cannot be the result of one night? I could feel myself getting angry. Not angry at her. Never at her. At whatever it was that was the cause of it.

I must have moved forward unknowingly because, one moment, I believed I was away in the bushes and the next Hermione is staring right into my eyes. There isn't any fear in them, just inquisition. She tilts her head to her left and I can see her forming words, only one word and I feel myself hackles rising- "Shape shifter?" I can hear her mutter.

I can feel myself panicking; I don't want her to know about me yet. It is too soon. I do not want to scare her. But how does she know I am not just a normal wolf. Your size, idiot! But I could be anything else; why a shape shifter? Does that mean she knows about werewolves? Is she one? Is that how she knows? I couldn't smell any wolf on her. But then again I do not know what she is?

I can see her eyes widen in apprehension and she shakes her head, in what I presume to be denial. I take the opportunity to run back into the forest and out of her sight because her hazel eyes are no longer keeping me at hold. I run with cold dread. May be she will believe it was some weird dream. Maybe she will believe it to be a trick of the eyes. May be. That is all I pray for. May be.

I am scared,

I am a monster,

I do not want you to know.

End Notes: What do you think? I know it is a really really short chapter but I needed this out of the way because I might not be able to upload a new chapter for a while *insert extremely sad face*. I am extremely busy for the upcoming weeks; I have a farewell to plan for my seniors (choreographing the dance routines and co hosting it so I got to think of some funny and filler-ish shit), writing a school play, hosting the junior's debate plus tons of assignments that I haven't touched from the beginning of time...But once that is all out of the way, I will try to make up for the lack of chapters:)

Well, hope you liked this chapter. Review and let me know what you think! :)

Enjoy the rest of your day :)

¬Iberis Galloway