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Hermione was taken back by this question, not sure of what to say. She knew he would understand her, but would he think less of her? Would he treat her with pity rather than equality?

"How did you know?" She asked him with a light bitter giggle, her eyes diverted to the ground.

"Dumbledore pulled me aside and told me," he said, tossing his hair back. "But… I can see it in your eyes," he added with a sweet smile, making Hermione melt as her eyes traced the scars on his lips. She couldn’t help but feel herself drawn to him, for some unknown reason. She didn’t even know him, well actually she knew him very well. But who he would be, not who he was.

A wave of shivers and heat moved through her body as he licked his lips, his eyes darting between her and other things in the room. He must have been picking up on her feeling, for he had the same look in his eyes. They were both striving for control as Hermione shifted her weight on the couch, thinking of anything to get her mind off his soft, full pink lips.

"You never answered my question," he said clearing his throat, his voice husky and stressed.

"I… I haven’t even gone…" Hermione started but found it harder and harder to speak as her mouth and throat started feeling dry. "… Through my first transformation," she said as she looked at him hungrily. What's happening to me? She asked herself as goose bumps appeared on her skin.

"Wow!" He said softly, trying to hide how his voice was dripping with desire.

Hermione pressed her thighs together, trying to expel the tension growing in her stomach. Remus looked away, fixing his eyes on something, anything, other than her. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, his nostrils flaring with his deep, sharp intakes of air.

Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest… this wasn’t like her at all! She looked at his cheek, with its soft pink scar fading into it. She couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch the long thin scar. He shivered under her touch, diverting her eyes to his.

"Does it hurt?" She asked softly looking at him compassionately, tension growing under her skin.

"No…" he said softly, but faded away. He grabbed on to her hand, about to give in to the tension when the portrait hole swung open.

"Hey guys! We decided it would be no…" James started but stopped as he noticed their predicament. Hermione pulled away, clearing her throat as four eyes bared into them.

"What was that all about?" Lily asked as she smiled at Hermione slyly while they stood alone in the center of the girls’ dormitory. Hermione knew there was no way out of this.

"I don’t know… weird things are happening to me," Hermione said looking at the ground.

"It’s called lust, hunny!" Lily said with a giggle as Hermione continued looking at the ground.

"No… it’s more complicated than that," Hermione said while her eyes filled to the brim with tears.

"Oh really?" Lily asked with her hands on her hips. "How?" She asked, looking at her curiously.

Should I tell her? How do I know I can trust her? Hermione thought as she looked around the room. Remus trusts her with his secrets… maybe I should. "Lily… I’m… I’m a…"

"So Remus has finally found a bird!" Sirius said in a sing-song voice as he stood in front of him.

"It isn’t like that… Hermione’s different!" Remus growled, feeling both angry that they were patronizing him, and angry they had interrupted.

"And how exactly is that?" James asked looking at him suspiciously. "You just met her!" James laughed high-fiving Sirius.

How about the fact she’s a Werewolf too? Remus thought to himself, contemplating if he should tell them her secret, or keep it for her. "She… she just is," Remus stated, deciding it would be best for her to tell them herself.

"Whatever mate, I saw the way you looked at her!" James laughed as Sirius tried to imitate the look.

"Shut up!" Remus yelled, his inner Werewolf howling angrily.

"Whoa, mate! Calm down!" Sirius stated backing away slightly; knowing Remus was much stronger than him.

"Just drop it!" Remus said storming back over to his bed; butterflies in his stomach as he imagined Hermione’s face so close to his. He didn’t even know her, yet he wanted her so badly for her to trust him.

"It’ll be OK, Hermione," Remus said as he held onto her hand tight.

"I’m scared, Remus," Hermione said as they stood in the darkness of the Shrieking Shack, the moon rising higher. Remus wrapped his arms around her, showing he was there for her. His arms were around the small of her back, and her head in the crook of his neck.

"Just hold on to me, it’ll all be over soon," he said as he felt her shiver in the cold. Her skin began to tingle as she felt it expand.

She began to scream in pain as her bones and flesh began growing. Her teeth became longer as she cried in agony. She collapsed to the ground, Remus still holding onto her. She didn’t have the courage to look up at him.

She felt his hands becoming rougher as the Transformation commenced. She screamed once more, the pain was unbearable. She kept praying the pain to stop; yet it wouldn’t. She felt herself becoming less human as her back hunched over. A blood chilling howled pierced the air, one she could not resist returning. She howled loudly, before everything went black.

When she woke up only a Gryffindor robe covered her, lying in the middle of the Shrieking Shack living room. She sat up slowly, her mind swimming with wonder. "Morning sleeping beauty!" A warm voice said from the couch. Remus was dressed in his uniform, yet still looked tired and in pain.

"Ouch!" Hermione whispered as she noticed the shallow gash on the top of her thigh.

"Yeah, sorry about that," he said as he looked around the room awkwardly.

"What happened?" Hermione asked as she looked at him, leaves and dirt in her hair.

"I can remember as much as you," Remus said, helping her up. She stumbled a moment before Remus thought it best to carry her. "Easy does it!" Remus said with a light laugh. Hermione rested her head in the crook of his neck, while he cradled her like a baby.

"Thanks," she mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.

"Shh!" Remus said as he carried her out of the room, and out of the house. He walked across the soft grass of the grounds, feeling his power drain as he held up not only himself but also Hermione. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked down at her; even in this state she looked beautiful. A month had gone by since there last meeting, and he barely knew her. Still, he wanted so badly for her to return his feelings for her. James, Sirius, and Peter still didn’t know, but Lily and he did. That was all that needed to know until Hermione was more comfortable.

"Remus, what in Merlin’s beard happened?" Sirius asked as he and James jogged down the stairs, noticing the limp version of Hermione, covered in gashes. "

Nothing happened," Remus said as he looked down at Hermione’s troubled face.

"Remus… did you attack her?" Sirius asked as he scooped Hermione out of Remus’ arms and into his own. Remus frowned as her heat left his arms. Yet it seemed the second Hermione was safe, Remus collapsed to the ground.

"Hey sleepy head! How’re you feeling?" Lily asked Hermione as she opened her eyes. Hermione pushed back her hair, tracing the small cut on her forehead.

"Eh?" Hermione said in confusion. Remus was sitting up in the bed next to her, hugging his knees to his chest. "Remus?" Hermione asked curiously, as he let out a deep sigh of air angrily.

"Don’t worry he… he always gets like this," Lily said quietly, not knowing Hermione already knew his secret. "Well, I’ll be back to see you at lunch, I have to go to class," Lily said picking up her bag. Hermione’s head ached as she looked over at Remus who was still staring into the abyss.

"Remus, what's wrong?" She asked him, scratching the tooth marks she had on her neck.

"When it was just me I didn’t harm any one, look what I’ve done to you," he said pointing at her arm. Hermione looked at it for a moment, it was wrapped up and completely numb. "Besides now everyone thinks I bit you."

"Remus… you’ve been so wonderful to me… I don’t know what I would do without you," Hermione said looking at the gash on his cheek.

"Do you know who bit you?" Remus asked looking at her sadly.

Yeah… the only problem is he hasn’t been born yet. Hermione thought as she looked down at her blankets. "No," she lied.

"I was attacked by a Werewolf known as Fenrir Greyback… have you ever heard of him?" Remus asked, diverting his eyes to the large Oak door.

"Yes I have," Hermione said, trying to make it unapparent that she already knew this information.

"You know it’s nice to have a pack," he laughed looking back at her, a softened look on his face.

"What?" Hermione asked, looking at him puzzled.

"You and I… we’re a pack," he laughed reaching out his hand towards her to take. She slowly gripped his hand, making him smile.

"Welcome to my pack," he laughed. Hermione giggled as the nurse walked in. She handed a glass of green, thick liquid to Hermione. She stuck her finger in it, frowning in disgust. "

Just drink it dear… you’ll feel better, I promise," she said as she turned and walked out of the room. Hermione gulped it down quickly, gasping as it slid down her throat.

"That’s just sick!" She said to Remus as she wiped off her mouth furiously.

"You get used to it." He said leaning back with his hands behind his head.

"So what do you do in here all day?" Hermione asked leaning against her pillow, feeling her eyes lids close. "Remus?" She asked, as he didn’t respond. She turned to look at him, yet he was fast asleep.

She smiled as she leant back in her bed, feeling the pillows puff up beside her. She wiggled slightly, trying to find a way to comfortably lie on her bruised back. She looked at the ceiling, her eyes drifting closed. She didn’t want to fall asleep though, she hated sleeping. Every time she slept she woke up in a cold sweat, nightmares of Bill attacking her dancing through her mind. They were always so vivid, so real, and sometimes it took her a few minutes to register what was reality and what wasn’t.

Her eyes drifted to him again, watching him as he slept. His eyes were darting beneath his eyelids, indicating he was having a bad dream. She looked at him in pity, she had only had this for a month, and he had been living with this almost his whole life. She wondered how long he had had nightmares, or if he still had them today.

She watched the gentle rising and falling of his chest as his dream calmed. She smiled slightly… he looked so peaceful. She quickly brought her eyes back up to the ceiling.

She couldn’t develop feelings for him… before Dumbledore had given her the potion he said that at the end of the year he would come for her, obliviate James, Sirius, Peter, Lily, and Lupin’s memories of her and take her back. He had told her that staying there for too long would disrupt the fabric of time, and they couldn’t allow that.

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