"Hermione!" Luna screamed as Hermione collided against the tree with a sickening crack. Ignoring Paul's barks of fear Luna raced over to hear side and began casting examination spells.

"Incarcerous!" Draco shouted, casting the curse at the wolves. Paul and the rest of the pack began snarling in anger, unable to move from their position.

"Draco!" Harry exclaimed, running over. "What are you doing?"

"Protecting us from bloodthirsty wolves, what does it look like, Potter?" Draco spat, snarling right back at Paul.

"They're shifters, Malfoy!" Harry cried, exasperated.

The blood drained from Draco's face. "Bloody hell."

"You got that right!" Harry said, exasperated. He made the move to cast the reversal spell when Draco stopped him.

"Wait until we leave. We need to get back to the house, now."

Harry studied Draco's face. "What's going on?"

Casting a nervous glance over to the girls – Luna was busy humming and waving her wand over Hermione, healing her broken ribs – Draco pushed his memory of Rabastan and Greyback into Harry's mind.

Harry paled instantly. "No." He began backing up. "It's not possible."

"What's not possible?" Luna asked, turning to look at them as her wand seemingly moved of its own accord. Seeing the fear on Harry's face, she began to shake. "Harry? What is it?"

Harry raced over to Luna and grabbed her arm. "Draco, take Luna. I'll grab Hermione."

"Draco, what happened?" Luna asked again, this time her voice breaking into a cry. Paul began to howl mournfully. Luna turned to look at her wolf's eyes.

"Paul," she began.

"Later." Draco snapped, and before the wolves could recognize what had happened Draco and Luna vanished from the forest with a loud pop.

Harry scooped a still unconscious Hermione up into his arms. Turning the face the wolves, he sighed. "Paul, Jacob, I'll be in touch with you later. We have a lot to discuss. Finite incantatem!"

The pack felt the warm magic dissipate, and with a great cry Paul leapt towards the two figures, but only caught air as they too disappeared into thin air.

What the hell was that? Sam asked angrily.

I have no idea, Jacob replied.

As much as I hate to suggest this, maybe we should ask the leeches for help, Leah added.

Sam growled. Fine. Let's go.

The rest of the pack began to sprint towards the Cullen's house. Only Paul remained, frozen in his spot, growling in fear and anger.

Paul, I know you're worried. We'll find her, but you need to come with us now, Sam urged through their connection.

Howling mournfully, Paul turned around and galloped after his pack.

Luna found herself back inside their Forks home before she knew it. She sank onto the floor, stunned. Harry and Hermione followed about twenty seconds later. As soon as Harry's feet touched the ground, he was sprinting down the hallway towards the library.

"Malfoy! Grab the floo powder, we've got to leave now!" Harry screamed as he ran.

"Potter! Stop!" Draco yelled after him, sprinting down the hallway. Using his momentum, he grabbed onto the doorpost and swung his way into the library, sliding in front of the fireplace just as Harry was about to dive through.

"Potter, stop!" He panted. "Now is not the time for rash decisions!"

Harry glared at him furiously. "It's not safe!"

"You're right!" Draco finally screamed back. "It's not safe for Hermione to do any sort of long distance travelling in her condition!"

Harry's eyes widened, as if he just realized he was carrying the injured girl in her arms. He glanced down as he heard a soft whimper, and his arms began to shake uncontrollably. Draco swept in and clasped Hermione close to his chest. Harry just continued to look at Hermione, shaking in pain from some invisible torment.

"Potter," Draco finally whispered. "She's going to be okay."

Harry just nodded and fell back into the great red armchair next to the fireplace. He buried his head into his hands and began to sob quietly. Draco felt a burning sensation in the back of his throat and coughed loudly, trying to cast the pain away. He heard the wood panelling creak underneath him and looked up just in time to see Luna walk into the room, worry etched across her normally peaceful face.

"I'll fetch the medi-kit from Madame Pomfrey; why don't you make Hermione comfortable?" She finally spoke up. Draco nodded silently and crossed the room, setting himself and Hermione down gently on the couch so that her head was nestled against his shoulder. Luna returned a few moments later, and muttering a few spells to fix the broken bones, she whispered "Ennervate".

Hermione gasped, blinking around the room. "What happened?" She asked groggily. She tried to sit up off of Draco's lap but winced almost immediately, her bones still sore.

"Take this," Draco offered, grabbing the painkilling potion from Luna and forcing it into her hands. Hermione grabbed it wordlessly and finished the entire bottle in one gulp.

"Thanks," she whispered, staring at Draco's chest, unable to meet him in the eye. He just sighed and held her closer. She heard a soft sob from across the room, and looked on in horror as she saw Harry wipe tears away from his eyes.

"Harry!" She cried, trying to leap out of Draco's arms, to no avail. "What's wrong?"

Harry wiped his eyes. "It's not over."

"What are you talking about?" Hermione demanded. "What's not over?"

Harry sighed. "Draco, I think it's time you tell us everything." Luna moved wordlessly into the other chair across from the couch, and Hermione turned to look at Draco. He sighed mournfully and ran his free hand through his normally perfectly coiffed hair.

He recounted his tale twice, making sure not to leave any detail out. When he had finally finished telling the others about Lestrange and Greyback, the room was in silence. Luna began crying silently again, and Harry moved to her side of the room and began rubbing her back.

Draco looked down at Hermione, expecting to see her in tears. Instead, he saw her shaking with an expression on her face that could only be called pure fury.

"Hermione?" He asked cautiously. She stopped shaking at the sound of her name – it always sounded so lovely when he said it.

She sighed. "I think we all know what we need to do."

Luna wiped away the last of her tears, and the other three members of their little group turned to face her.

She nodded grimly. "We fight."

Harry laughed in disbelief. "You can't be serious! We just got out of a war! If there are Death Eaters here, the only option for us is to go back home and work with the ministry to-"

"NO." Hermione shot out. Harry stopped abruptly, staring at her in shock. Even Draco had started from his reverie.

"Our best chance to finish them off once and for all is to stay here."

"It's dangerous!" Harry yelled back.

"Not more dangerous than anything we did at Hogwarts, Harry James Potter!"

"She's got a point there," Draco murmured.

Harry shot him a glare. "Don't start agreeing with her now, Malfoy."

Malfoy's gaze hardened. "I'm just saying-"

"Hermione's right, Harry." Luna's soft voice cut through the noise. Harry and Draco turned to look at her in shock. "They don't know that we know their plan. And, if Draco's information is accurate-"

"Which it is-"

"Then we have at least a month, maybe more, to set our trap."

Harry began to rub his chin, gazing at the ground thoughtfully. "Okay, continue."

Hermione looked at Luna gratefully and started to speak again. "Think about it. You, me and Ron were able to destroy the Horcruxes on our own, just the three of us – well, more like just the two of us - " she broke off into an uncomfortable cough. Harry rolled his eyes, but Draco grinned widely at that sentiment. Luna caught the look at Draco's face and sent a smirk his way.

"Right," Hermione continued. "Imagine what the four of us can accomplish!"

"You don't think we should alert the others?" Draco asked thoughtfully.

Hermione shook her head. "No. The fewer people in the Wizarding World that know, the better. Not only will they be safer, we will have a better chance of maintaining the element of surprise when the Death Eaters do show up."

"And it won't be just the four of us, you know," Luna added, lost in thought.

Harry shook his head. "We can't ask the wolves to help us; they would be too vulnerable."

"I believe that is their decision, Harry," Luna replied quickly. "And it wouldn't be just the wolves."

Now it was Hermione's turn to look confused. "What do you mean, Luna?"

Luna smiled dreamily. "Why, didn't you finish reading the chapter on the Quileute shape-shifters? They only emerge when another supernatural predator has taken residence on their lands."

Draco's eyes widened. "No."

Harry glanced between the two blondes. "What is it?"

Luna turned to face Harry, shooting him a bright smile. "Vampires."

Draco moaned, burying his head in Hermione's hair. Hermione was too shocked – mostly because she hadn't come across that information, but partially because Draco's closeness had set off butterflies in her stomach.

"Well then," Harry finally spoke up. "I think it's time we get back into shape."

The group spent the next hour creating a contingency plan. Draco and Harry would get set up powerful wards around the house and at various intervals away from the house to alert the members if anyone was approaching. They would also go to the outskirts of town – and the Quileute preservation at Luna's insistence – to set up various wards and protection spells there as well. Hermione and Luna began brewing healing potions like madwomen, and set up the dueling space in their basement.

The next forty eight hours were a whirlwind. Draco and Harry spent most of their time on their spellwork, Draco teaching Harry and the girls the common tactics employed by Death Eaters to gain the upper hand on their opponents. Hermione and Luna brewed, researched, and brewed some more during any time that they weren't practicing with the boys. In addition all four had torn through every single book in the library, looking for ways to protect themselves from the other supernatural creatures they were sure to encounter. Finally, after forty eight hours of non-stop movement – and the occasional nap – Luna finally forced the other three to go to bed, threatening them with hexes and Snarkwinkle infestation. Too tired to argue, all four fell into a deep sleep early Friday afternoon.

Late Saturday morning, Hermione and Luna finally awoke from their deep slumber and met in the kitchen for brunch.

Hermione yawned. "Just when I thought I would have a normal sleeping schedule."

Luna chuckled. "That will come soon enough, I'm sure. I'm quite confident this nonsense with the Death Eaters won't last very long."

Hermione groaned in reply. "I sure hope not."

They ate their pancakes in silence – well, mostly silence. Crookshanks, who was furious at being ignored for two and a half days, whined and whined until he got his own plate of pancakes, complete with a side of bacon and cheesy eggs. Luna was completely entertained by the Kneazle's behavior, but Hermione just grumbled darkly as she twirled around the kitchen.

"You're majesty," she muttered finally. Crookshanks merely sniffed the air in reply and began to eat his meal with relish.

Luna cleared her throat. "I think we should talk to them today."

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Are you sure you're ready?"

Luna nodded. "Quite. Paul has been miserable; so miserable, in fact, that the elders and the pack are meeting with the vampires to discuss a plan of action at their weekly bonfire tonight."

Hermione shook her head. "Have I told you how incredible your Sight is?"

Luna smiled warmly. "It's so nice to hear that, thank you."

Hermione smiled back softly and grasped her friend's hand in hers. "You know I mean it." She searched Luna's face and was surprised to find traces of anxiety there.

"Nervous?" She asked.

Luna nodded sheepishly. "Is it normal?"

"Is it normal to be nervous to have your first conversation with your soulmate? I would think so!" Hermione replied softly. Seeing that her words didn't do anything to alleviate Luna's anxiety, she cleared her throat and magicked the dirty dishes away.

"How about we get some exercise?" She asked innocently. Luna looked up at Hermione and smirked.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Draco and Harry woke twenty minutes later to the sound of yelling coming from the backyard. Shouting for Draco, Harry sprinted down the steps, straight into the kitchen, finally skidding to a halt in front of the back door.

"What is it?" Draco hollered, brandishing his wand as he ran straight into Harry's back.

Harry didn't reply. He just stared dumbly at the backyard.

"Potter, what is it?" Draco snapped. He pushed Harry aside and looked outside, shocked. Hermione and Luna were fighting with bo staffs, twirling through the air, simultaneously casting spells and fending off each other's attacks.

"How?" Draco finally whispered.

"Don't ask me," Harry replied quietly. Clearing his throat, he turned to look back at the kitchen. "Do you want some breakfast with the show?"

Draco smirked. "I thought you'd never ask."

Outside, completely oblivious to the boys making a mess in the kitchen, Luna and Hermione continued to fight.

"I'm so glad your mom taught you this, Luna," Hermione gasped, sweat dripping off her eyebrows.

"Me too," Luna panted, striking Hermione's staff so quickly that Hermione flew backwards. "It's really come in handy."

Hermione flipped up off of the ground and leapt through the air, smashing her staff on Luna's, knocking her onto the ground. "Really? When?"

Luna kicked Hermione and cast a bat-bogey hex, which Hermione quickly deflected. "You know, times like these. You can't really worry about boys when you're busy-" she gasped, deflecting Hermione's tarantella - "perfecting your fighting skills."

Hermione chuckled. "I get the feeling we'll be doing this more in the future then." She pushed up off of the ground and began swinging her staff wildly above her head.

"Why do you say that?" Luna asked, ducking out of the way.

"You just found your soulmate!" She exclaimed, knocking Luna aside. "Talk about boy issues!"

Luna chuckled. "Oh really? And it might not have anything to do with the tension between you and Draco?"

Hermione blanched. "What tension?" Luna took the opportunity to knock Hermione's feet out from under her and hit her staff away.

Luna smirked. "You know what I'm talking about. Otherwise I wouldn't have beaten you quite so quickly."

Hermione groaned. Luna laughed triumphantly. "I knew it!" She cried.

Hermione groaned again, louder this time. "My staff, please?"

Luna sent Hermione's staff her way with a flick of her wand, and Hermione stood up slowly. "How about round two?"

Luna chuckled. "Sure you can stay focused?"

Hermione smiled wickedly back. "Watch me."

Two hours later Hermione and Luna made their way back into the house, laughing as they stretched out their sore muscles.

"I've got to say, I've never enjoyed live entertainment so much!" Draco began as they walked in. Luna chuckled softly as Hermione shot him a glare.

"And those outfits," he continued, knowing he was getting himself into hot water. "Why don't you wear leggings like that all the time, Granger?"

Luna burst out laughing now, and Hermione just continued to glare at him.

"Luna," she began darkly, "How would you like some target practice?"

"Oh don't worry, Granger," Draco said with a wink, "I'm quite good at sticking a landing."

"That's it!" Hermione roared, and she chased Draco, who was laughing maniacally, down the hallway. Luna skipped down the hallway, stopping when she saw Harry exit the library, mug in hand.

"Do I want to know?" He asked, looking in the direction of the shouting and laughter.

Luna just smiled. "They're just figuring things out, I think."

Harry groaned. "The sooner the better, if you ask me." He turned to look at Luna. "I saw your note. You sure you want to do this tonight?"

Luna nodded. "I'm sure."

"Okay then. Let's get ourselves ready for your big date!" He said, wrapping his arm around Luna's shoulders. They made their way upstairs and found Hermione and Draco dueling wildly in the common room.

"Guys, come on! Knock it off!" Harry shouted, disrupting the match. "Just kiss and make up already!"

Draco chuckled. "I'm in if you are Granger!"

Hermione glared at him and stomped down her hallway, muttering darkly.

Harry shook his head at Draco, who was smiling brightly at her retreating figure. "You're crazy. You know that, right? Completely mental. There's a better way to win her over."

"And deny her my charms? Potter, you disappoint me." And with an exaggerate wink, Draco sashayed his way into his room.

Harry groaned and Luna traipsed after Hermione. The girls spent the next two hours taking turns cleaning up and getting ready, and by the time 7 pm rolled around they looked as if they were ready for a night on the town. Luna was wearing a sparkly dark blue sundress that rested a few inches above her knees. Her light blonde hair was pulled back into a half-up, half-down ponytail. Silver wolf earrings shone from her ears, and she had painted her nails the same silver color.

"Harry," she called as she began walking down the stairs. "Will you feed Crookshanks with me? Hermione is taking longer than expected."

"Fine," Harry groaned, and the two of them made their way to the kitchen, leaving Draco alone in the upstairs common room.

"You coming, Granger?" He called, adjusting his button up. "We haven't got all night!"

"I'm coming!" She yelled back, and a moment later she stepped out of her room. Draco's breath caught in his throat.

Hermione was wearing black skinny jeans tucked into black heeled boots. She wore a dark green zip up sweater that flared out around her waist, and her hair was swept up into a loose ponytail.

She walked out into the hallway, digging through her purse. "You ready?" She asked, finally looking at Draco. Hermione swore her heart stopped beating for a few seconds. Draco was dressed in dark blue jeans and a light blue button up. The arms were rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms, and the shirt was unbuttoned enough to give her a glimpse of his throat and smooth bare chest.

Hermione gulped. She looked into Draco's eyes and saw her awe reflected in his.

"Yeah, I'm ready," he replied breathily.

"Good," she spoke, and before he knew what she was doing she had pulled him towards her by the lapels of his button up and was kissing him hungrily.

Draco's brain melted, and it took him a few moments to realize what was happening before he wrapped her up tightly in his arms and kissed her with everything he had.

Too soon, she pulled away, Draco's lips following hers, begging for more. He opened his eyes to look at her smiling.

"I'm glad we kissed and made up," he began, smirking brightly.

Hermione tossed her hair, glaring at him in jest. "Me too," she said, finally smiling. It looked like she was moving back in for round two, which Draco was completely in favor for, when Harry yelled at them from the bottom of the stairs.

"Come on, you two! We don't have all night."

Groaning, Draco released Hermione, who squeezed his hand before running down the stairs. He trudged after he slowly, glaring at Harry as he reached the landing.

Harry looked at him quizzically, then broke out in a smile. "Did I interrupt someth-"

"Shut it, Potter," he growled. Harry beamed in return, grabbed hold of Hermione, and apparated away. Luna clutched Draco's hand and he felt the familiar pull of apparition as well, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was no longer in the foyer of their home.

Instead, he was staring a large, angry looking wolf.