Hey guys, long time no see, right? Sorry about the wait, it's exam season. As well I had sucha hard time writing this chapter for some reason. Anyways, I am here with a new chapter, but before we begin, do not hate me. This is how I pictured it to turn out, with how Hermione's character is, always worrying about others thoughts and judgments. It won't last long, though. Also, the fic goes slightly into the M rated, maybe teen, not sure how that whole debacle works. But tell me how you liked it! Hopefully the next chapter will be up quicker.

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Sorry for all the mistakes.

Anyways, without further ado, please,

Enjoy ~ JoyfulTrouble.

I rouse from sleep slowly, my mind transitioning from the unconscious to reality at its own, leisurely pace. The first thing I noticed is the completely feeling of comfort, having not one single worry. I later realise that the feeling was coming from the warmth that was pressed snugly against my back, a part of it slung around my waist, holding me tightly.

I shift closer to the warmth, remembering bits and pieces of last night. The shock, confusion, terror, to the snow, Hermione curled in pain, the transformation, and finally the acceptance and the cuddling. It might have been horrible at first, but I think in the end it was worth it. A silver lining. Sure, the way that Hermione's secret was reviled was a bit rough, but how long would it have taken Hermione to tell me on her own? It did take a group of bullies to get us together in the first place. It was only right for something as simple as the moon to reveal yet another secret.

I shift again, this time turning around in the hold Hermione has, trying to get a look at the sleeping figure. The brunette doesn't wake up, luckily, but was does surprise me was the sight of her. Not really thinking about it, I forgot that during the shift between human and wolf, her clothes got ripped and torn to unusable pieces. Due to that key factor, the younger witch now lays beside me, completely naked.

Naked.

My eyes widen as I try desperately not to look, staring at her closed, peaceful eyes as my mind wanders and thoughts start to arise. I shake my head, trying to fix my thought process. Damn Fleur, get it together. It's only your super gorgeous mate girlfriend laying naked almost completely on top of you. Who I just found out was a werewolf, which seemed sexy at the moment. Maybe she could… No, stop. Damn, this is difficult. I cannot be thinking of these things right now.

Just then my veela makes itself known, rousing from its own mental slumber. Why now? Out of all the times it decides to try and act up, it's right now. That's because your super gorgeous mate girlfriend is laying naked on top of you, is what I believed it would probably say.

I am usually not annoyed by my veela's presence. It always felt to me like another thought. Having two sides to an argument or two opinions. But right now, the veela's thought process was anything but good at this point in time, and it was getting increasingly difficult to concentrate.

Maybe just a peak? That would be harmless enough, right? It will ease my curious mind. It wouldn't spoil anything, right? No, not right, that is the Veela talking. That is a bad idea, this is not the right place and time.

Just then, Hermione decided to move in her sleep, tightening her grip and is now completely flush against me, laying more so on top of me than before. It was nice and warm, conformable as she lay, breathing shallow. Her face was a state of calm, worries erased, as if they were never there. This moment was breath taking. The only problem was the brunettes breasts were pressed to my own, and her nipples had hardened to stiffened peaks that teased my own.

I look down further, past Hermione's face and wisps of bushy brown hair, to where her breasts lay. I had officially lost all sense of control as I stared at perfectly round breasts, pressed to my chest. I couldn't breathe. This moment was so special. I felt the need to write a poem or something romantic or just… something. Hermione was just too beautiful. I wanted to caressed her whole body, memorize every part of her to memory. I wanted to find all the little marks, beauty marks, birth marks, all of them, find where they lay, painted onto her body.

But now wasn't the time, emotionally or physically. Maybe later, in the future, a moment like this, in better circumstances will arise, and it will be perfect. But not now, not when the brunette needs a friend more than a lover. Where she needs understanding and acceptance more than romance. And by the god I will be that person for her, even if I'll be the only one.

I slowly take my gaze from her body to her face, watching as her features are still the canvas of calm. I wish she could always be like this. Not a worry in the world. But I also know, without those worries and doubts, Hermione wouldn't be Hermione. They, along with everything else, is what makes her special. And I love her for all of it.

I stir once more, moving my body towards the soft warmth that lays beside me. My mind was still in its dream state, enough that I didn't question what the heat source was. Only that I wanted to be closer to it. I bury my head into it, smelling lemons and vanilla. I sigh in relief, the smell reminding me of Fleur. I wonder what she's doing right now. Last I remember she was at the Yule ball, wearing that beautiful dress, but I had to-

I had to leave.

And she followed.

I bolt up so fast that I lose balance and fall and land on my rear beside Fleur, who is looking at me with wide eyes. This is not good. This is not good at all. Last night was the full moon, and Fleur was there to watch. Fleur knows! Oh no, she probably hates me. She must think I'm a freak, or fears me or-

"'Ermione, are you okay?" Fleur whispers, still tense, wide eyes and looking at me, unsure of what to do. Oh, god, she is afraid of me. My own girlfriend is afraid of me.

"No," I manage to say, before a sob rips past my lips. "Yo-you must hate me!" I wail, and I break down completely. My vision blurs with tears, blinding me from the sight before me. I couldn't take it. I thought everything was going fine. I thought everything was going to be okay. I need to get out of here. I can't stand watching Fleur look at me with those wide, fearful eyes.

Two arms try to wrap themselves around me, but I quickly move out of their grasp. I push Fleur with my arms, attempting to get her away, but I am always so weak the night after the full moon, that my arms just fall limb beside me as I give up and cry.

"Everyzing is okay, ma amour." Fleur speaks, still in a whisper. I shake my head, refusing to listen. She's just saying that. I just need to leave.

I get up slowly on shaky limbs. Fleur helps me up, and I don't push her away only because I don't think I would be able to do it alone. I usually lay in the cabin a while to recuperate, but right now I do not want to stay. I don't want to see Fleur's disapproval. I don't want to hear her lies.

I make my way over to the dresser, still crying softly. I just felt, numb inside. I was sad, but it doesn't feel like I'm crying. I'm angry, but I can barely feel my nails dig into my closed fist. It was like I was hollow. That what made me whole, was taken. All my senses and feelings were taken away, and I was just on auto-pilot. It was gone, and I think it was because I lost Fleur.

If this moment could be any worse, it's me being naked in front of Fleur. I can't even begin to describe how I feel about that. Just that I do not want to be in this situation anymore. This embarrassing, painful situation.

I grab my extra clothes from my dresser that I leave in there, just in case I forgot them at any point in time. They weren't much, just an old, grey sweater, and jeans. I slip them on as quickly as possible, which is not that fast, and I make my way towards the door. I only reach the handle before I'm stopped.

"Please don't go. You don't 'ave to, we can talk." Fleur says, as she holds my arm lightly. At first I want to give in. I want to turn around and slam into Fleur's comfort. But she knows, and whoever knows will never fully accept me. So I needs to leave now, because if I don't, I won't be able to leave the comfort that is Fleur, no matter how fake it might be.

"I have to leave. I have to leave because of you." I whisper, and I quickly walk out the cabin, leaving a gaping, wide eyed blonde behind me.

Sorry it's short. Hopefully you liked it, and let's wish for a quicker update!