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I ran, feet moving without me telling them to. They just knew, just as I knew, that I had to follow Hermione. I had to find out if she was okay, I had to find answers.

I could barely keep Hermione in my visual. She was running extremely fast, and constantly running past corners. I had to stop for a second to rip off my heels, which didn't help with the pursuit. A few more turns and a couple of doors later, and I find myself outside in the cold, winter air.

The wind attacks my skin, bitter and cold, causing my skin to erupts in goosebumps. My feet, bare in the snow, screamed at me to go back inside, where the heated rooms were. My whole body shivered, the cold running straight to my bones. But I couldn't, I can't go back inside. I ignored my body's protests and only thought of Hermione. She was dealing with the weather as well, and more. She was in pain, and I needed to find out why.

The only bonus of the snow seemed to be the tracks. Long strides seemed to be heading away from the castle, towards what I remember was the direction of Hogsmeade. What in the world would she be heading there for?

Without further thought, I started to plow through the snow as fast as I could. I winced slightly whenever my foot landed in the snow, feeling the snow bite at my exposed skin. Step by step I ignored and made progress. Ignore the pain, keep going. Ignore the pain, keep going. Stepping into the tracks Hermione had made it slightly easier to walk through the snow, but with no shoes, there was only a certain amount of speed I could accomplish.

I trudged and trudged through the snow, trying my best to ignore the pain the snow caused. I could now see some of the buildings of Hogsmeade. All of the stores bundled together, and the lone one to the side. I was when I started to head towards the stores, looking straight ahead, that's when I heard it. It broke the constant whistle of the wind as a shattering scream forced its way to my ears.

It came from the direction of the lone shelter; what Hermione had called 'the Shrieking shack'. I switched my direction towards the shack, and speed up. That was Hermione's scream; that was her wailing in pure agony. I couldn't stand how it echoed in my head, my mind imagining what she looked like in that moment. All the images I thought up were none the pleasant. They made me move faster.

Stumbling and tripping through the snow and the pain, I managed to make it to the door of the abandoned building. The door, looked like it was barely hanging on to the structure. One of the hinges was hanging loosely, and extremely rusted. At the bottom of the door, or what's left of it, had claw marks deeply engraved into the wood.

I felt a shiver crawl up my spine. This place was defiantly not a good place. Out of all the places, why did Hermione choose here? The overly tall, worn out building that had claw marks. This was insane, this was absolutely insane!

Another teeth-rattling scream rocketed through the air, and it came right from inside the shack. I knew I had to hurry, her scream sounded worse than the others, if that was at all possible. It sounded almost like giving up, like she fought and fought, and decided that defeat was the more painful option, but somehow better option.

I whip my hands out to the door knob. I twisted it and pull. Nothing. The door didn't budge. It didn't even move. As if it was stuck in that particular place.

I tried the edges, the places where I could fit my fingers, and pulled there, hoping, pleading that it would open the door. It had to. Because Hermione was behind that door, screaming, wailing in pain. And if I didn't do something now, oh help me god…

I let out a frustrated scream of my own, slamming my fists rapidly against the door. Why won't it move? It looks like one touch and it would be to pieces. So how come it's as solid as metal slab? It was unreal. It was mind-rattling. It was…

Magical!

Magic! Hermione must have cast a spell on the door, causing it to stay put and not move. It must be the locking spell. It better be the locking spell, because that is the only spell I know the reversal for. Everyone one knows Hermione is smarter for her age, and by gods if she used a stronger spell, I am going to have a serious discussion with her afterwards.

Because there will be and afterwards.

I take out my wand from my holster attached to my leg. It was something my mother taught me a while back. Always be at ready. Always. You will be surprised when you'll need it. I guess my mother's advice just came true.

I take a few, deep, stabilizing breaths, point my wand at the door, and whisper, "Alohomora."

A small click was herd through the whistle of the wind.

And the door started to rattle with the wind.

I don't wait a second as I rip the door open. I run into the unknown space, taking everything in as quickly as I can. The room is an L shape, leaving a small part that I couldn't see. There was a dresser on the left, a bed in the middle, stairs on the right, a carpet, and two windows on the side walls. Everything was made of wood, and everything had claw marks. Tons of claw marks. Whatever was making them has done it for a while.

Panic starts to worsen as I think about Hermione potentially being in this shack with the, the thing, which caused all this. That she might be in danger. I take a hesitant step inside, because ever since I opened the door, it has been eerily silent. What if it got her?

"'Ermoine?" I whisper, looking around, and straining my ears, hoping, begging for an answer. "'Ermione?"

What I hear is a whimper, coming from the hidden corner on the left. I walk over, only to see something horrible and amazing.

There, formed in the smallest ball she could possibly make, was Hermione.

"Oh, mon dieu! I found you!" There was only another whimper as a response, louder this time, and more heart breaking. She looked so small, so fragile. Nothing like how she normally looks; strong and bold.

"'Ermione? Are you okay? Why did you run? What 'appened?" I then take a small step forward, but that seems to trigger something, and starts to, well, freak.

"No. no, no, no, no…" Was the mantra coming from Hermione's lips, as she scurries away to the other side of the shack, farthest away from me.

"'Ermi-"

"NO!" Hermione shouts, "You can't be here, you can't, you can't be here…. you can't… YOU CAN'T!" Hermione is shacking now, and still won't meet my eyes. "I won't last long, it… it's coming… I can f- feel it. In… in my bones."

I take a step forward, cautiously, trying not to provoke what seems to be a meltdown Hermione is currently partaking in. I take another, until Hermione's eyes go wide, and she lets out a painful scream, which dies out, and her face is still contorted in pain. I think it's worse than the screaming.

It was the look on her face that bothered me the most. But then it gets worse, because seconds later, she is looking right at me. Looking straight at me with those deep brown eyes, filled with unshed tears, but overflowing with pain.

"Fleur." She lets out through clenched teeth. It looked like it was such effort to talk, I wanted her to stop. I wanted the pain to stop. I wanted everything to stop. I wnted everything to be okay again. "You need to-" A scream, more like a gasp it was so weak and broken, disrupted her sentence. "You need to leave… get out of here, please. For… for me."

Then a bone snaps, and that scares me even more. Not because of the pain written clearly on Hermione's face - that did play a part of it - but it was the fact that they were alone. It was only Hermione and I in this room, yet it sounds like Hermione is getting beaten, attacked and hurt. It scares me because I don't know how to stop it.

Hermione falls backwards onto her back, and as soon as her back hits the floor, it arches up in an angle, as if the floor burnt her. Her back was bent in a way that was humanly impossible. It was up and-

Another bone snapped, and this time I saw it happen. It was her left leg, her upper bone, her femur, snapped in two, and elongated. Then her knee, which was even more painful to watch, bent backwards. This isn't right. This can't be. This, I- how-

Hermione is changing.

I walk to her side, worry no doubt etched on my face, as I watch similar changes partake her body. Her fingers and toes grow longer, nails sharper. Her teeth, becoming sharper, more prominent. Her dress was now too tight, to the point of ripping, showing her lace bra that wasn't faring well either.

I kneel down beside her slowly, and watch. I lift my one hand up slowly, reaching to cup her cheek, which has started to grow tiny hairs. I barely even touch her cheek, fingers lightly grazing, and Hermione hisses, which causes me to reel back, afraid I caused it. Her eye's then move in my direction, unable to fully look at me from the position of her head.

"F-Fleur?" Hermione lets out, but her voice is different, its deeper and inhuman and not her Hermione.

"'Ermione? What iz going on?" I ask, fear evident in my voice.

"Fleur. Please leave." And now those unshed tears have broken over, and fall silently down her face. "Please, I don't want to hurt you."

"No, 'ow do I 'elp?" But my question is not answered, instead Hermione shuts her eyes tightly, and her lips hang open in pain.

I let out a whimper this time, panicking as Hermione is getting worse, and I am nowhere close to helping, or even knowing how to help. Coarse hair now covers Hermione's body, or what used to be her body. Now it looks too canine.

Hermione's face is last to change. After everything seems to be finishing, her face just starts to morph. Her ears pointed, hair shortened. Her nose starts to blend with her upper mouth, creating a snout. Her nose changes colour, becoming darker. It was now nothing like Hermione's cute nose, the one that always seemed to twitch depending on her mood. It then elongates, looking everything like the wolf head to the wolf's body.

Quickly Hermione's eyes shoot open, and I jump back. The wolf leaps up just as quickly, taking a defensive stance, ears and eyes focused right on me.

Her eyes were different, they still looked the same, but they weren't the same. At least the colour wasn't. The colour of her eyes, were beautiful. Amber. They were amber, glowing bright and proud. It was just like how I tried to describe it to Hermione a while ago: beautiful and powerful, just like fire. It was breathtaking.

The wolf's body, was covered hair the same colour has Hermione's. It was covered with light browns throughout, but with patches of a darker brown scattered about her body. The wolf, though it looks like one, is far too large, almost double the size of a normal one.

It's when a growl escapes the wolf's lips, teeth bared in a snarl, do I start to worry about my own safety. This might have been Hermione, might still be, but there was a chance she wasn't in control. I haven't read much on werewolves in the past, and I-

A werewolf. Werewolf.

Hermione is a werewolf, and she just changed in front of me. Large, beautiful, deadly werewolf, that so happens to be growling at me.

Now that I think of it, some things make sense. Her overly large appetite. That one time where she said she had to head to the library to study, and she wasn't there when I decided to surprise her only moments after. Even when the first time we kissed, how her eyes were such a beautiful colour. That's why her eyes look similar now, how I know them. I have seen them before, when we were locked together in limbs and lips. The rise and all of our chests in sync, eyes gazing into one another's. It all finally made sense. And I couldn't help myself. I wasn't disappointed. I wasn't angry, or sad. I was thrilled. Or, well, as thrilled as someone could be in a life or death situation.

Because this was Hermione. This was a side of Hermione that I now get to experience. That we get to experience and share together. I can now talk to her about my veela, without worry that I bore her, or she might not understand. Because from what I can see, she will understand more than anyone that I know besides my family. And we can be more open with each other. No more hesitant comments, or those worried, shy eyes. The ones that just scream that there is secrets. Secrets that rip and tear at our hearts yelling they won't accept you. They won't want you anymore.

It won't be like that. I will stick by her side. I will comfort her, I will tell her that yes, of course I still want to be with you. I still want you. I still need you. And as much as I know she will think otherwise, I will prove her wrong. I will do whatever it takes to show her, prove to her that I am here to stay. That she is not a freak. That she is not some murderous monster that will never be loved or accepted. That will never have a home.

I will stay with her. I will stay as long as she wants me to. And maybe even then, I might still stay, because I don't know if I'll ever be able to leave her.

I know she knows it, but I don't know if she knows how deep its meaning really is, but she is my mate. She is my other half. She is the one that my veela screams to be near. She is the only one, and no one else will do.

I single tear falls down my cheek, because I love Hermione too much. So much that I almost wish she wasn't a werewolf, only so she wouldn't have to worry about her friends and family not accepting her. About me not accepting her. And I know being a hybrid is tough, I have many memories to prove that true. But having people who care, makes it all okay, and that is what makes me wish she told me sooner. I could have been that person. I still will be, but she needs it, and who knows how long she has been holding this painfully inside. Judging from the claw marks scattered a crossed the walls and floors, it has been kept for too long. Keeping this a secret from all. It must hurt so much, too much, and I can't even imagine how she must feel right now, standing in front of me, secret again ripped from her.

The wolf growls again, and I raise my hands slightly, hoping that it might seem like a surrender, that I am not a threat. The wolf's ears move back and forth, and she sniffs the air; probably sniffing me. Her eyes never leave me, and her defensive stance never falters.

"'Er-'Ermione?" I whisper out, stuttering slightly. The wolf continues to growl, but it takes a small step forward. I let out an involuntary whimper. "'Ermione, it iz me."

The wolf takes another step.

I close my eyes then, hands still raised in surrender. Was this it? Was I really going to be killed by my lover? My mate? I learn another side of her, another way for us to be closer, and it's all just going to crumble down.

Another growl, closer than before, shocks me at how close it really was. At that moment, a thought passed my mind again. Mate. It was hard, really hard to think in this moment, with a huge werewolf that could snap me like a twig and all. But the word mate seemed important, like I was missing something about the things I read on them, as I dreamed of one day having one. Some vital point that could change this situation, weather it was for better or for worse, I didn't have a clue. When I opened my eyes, seeing the wolf's head almost level with my chest, I hoped it was good. Please be good.

But then my mind wandered. I was one hundred present certain that Hermione was my mate, but a new question has arisen: was I her's? I- this changes everything. She was my mate. There was no one but her, she held everything in the palm of her hand. She had the full potential to break me. If she wanted to leave, she could, and I don't know what I would do. Though, if I am her mate in return, then, well it is so much more. The connection is just so much more. I don't even think I have ever heard of such a thing, two hybrids together. Together. Because as long as I can help it, I want us, need us, to be together.

With me being lost in my thoughts, I never noticed that the wolf had stopped growling. I didn't notice that the wolf's defensive stance disappeared, and was replaced with the wolf's rear in the air, tail rapidly waving, and tongue hanging playfully. So when the wolf jumped on me, I thought it was the end.

I let out a scream, which was quickly cut off by the air being knocked out of me. The wolf had placed her paws on either one of my shoulders, securely holding me in place as I landed on the floor. The wolf's rear end landed on my lap, legs hanging off the side awkwardly. I didn't even have time to think about what had just happened before a swipe of wetness went across a greater part of my face.

"I- What iz zat?" I say, as I swat at whatever is continuing to assault my face. The thing leaves my face, and I open my eye's to see the wolf looking at me, head tilt sideways, and panting. It was… cute. Especially for an animal I recently believed was out to kill me.

"'Ermione?" I try, hoping for any recognition to show on the wolf's face. When its ears tilt backwards, and head bows, I can't help but a small smile to bloom over my features.

It was Hermione. Somewhere in that wolf's body, there was Hermione, and I couldn't be happier. She was there, and I couldn't even describe the euphoria I was feeling in that moment. Hermione in her wolf form looked so happy, as if this wasn't a big secret kept hidden for far too long. As if all issues were swept away along with her human body. It was beautiful, and I was jealous at the ease it brought her.

Hermione leapt off me, hitting me in the gut in the process. I found it adorable when Hermione whimpered and licked the spot on my belly.

"How ever kind of you." I say, and I got a yip and a grunt in reply. I translated it in my head to being something along the lines of yeah, it's better than what you would have done. I laugh lightly to myself, because I could see Hermione doing exactly that.

I watch as Hermione runs and jumps about the room, seemingly so excited. She looked so at ease, and I was glad.

But the mood changed in the midst of a second, and Hermione quite literally skid to a stop on the floor. She sat down, head low, and started to whimper slightly as she looked at me. It shocked me how quick the change in mood seemed to happen, and I wonder what caused it. Worried, I get up and take a few steps towards Hermione, who takes the same amount of steps back. This seems familiar, like earlier in the night, when Hermione was rambling, Please, I don't want to hurt you. Did she think that she was going to hurt me? Or even worse, think that I wouldn't accept her?

Determined to prove to the wolf that everything was okay, I took a few more steps forward.

"'Ermione, everything iz fine. I do not care zat you are an 'ybrid. I think you look beautiful," that cause the wolf's head to fall and look at the floor, "It iz true. Now, for 'urting me, I trust you. You will do nothing of the sort. Now zen, zis iz your time, what do you want to do with it?" Hermione stopped moving backwards as I got closer, and I finally sat beside her, feeling smaller than ever sitting beside the large creature.

For a moment, it looked like Hermione was thinking of what to do, and when she finally decided, it was easy to tell. Her face light up greatly, and she let out a quick bark. She got up off her haunches, and walked over to me. I sat still, not wanting to disturb whatever Hermione had in mind. When she was in distance, she started to nudge my shoulder. Softly at first, but then more forcefully. I didn't know what she was trying to get at, and the agitate huff she let out sounded like can you really be this dense?

I laughed when I think I understood what she was trying to do, and I complied, laying down on the wooden floor. She licked my cheek in what I believe was acceptance, before I felt Hermione lay down beside me.

Hermione nudged closer and closer until I was practically engulfed by brown, soft fur. I didn't mind, because this was Hermione, and she was so soft, and so warm. She was the epitome of comfort and I found myself relaxing into the hold. If she wanted to cuddle right now, who was I to say no? I couldn't even think of a reason to say the word.

I remembered then, before drifting off to sleep, the vital information I was forgetting moments before. If a hybrid has found its destined mate, it can control it's animalistic side. Looking at Hermione now, curled up on the floor and wrapped around me, it's clear as day of which that is exactly what happened. I was Hermione's mate, and with me being here, she was able to control herself. To be in control. It was such a breathtaking thing, to have such an ability. I was just glad that I being here helped, and if it continues to help, I will stay for as long as needed.

I will stay forever.

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