𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 {𝐇. 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫}

62

"Are you sure you want this?" Johnny asked as his fangs extended from his gums, his eyes flashing red. Hermione hummed, guiding Johnny's head to her neck. Johnny let out a deep breath causing Hermione to groan.

"Johnny, you're turning me into a werewolf, not shagging me," Hermione complained jokingly, playing with the baby hairs on the back of Johnny's neck. "We can do that later."

"You're freaky as fuck," Johnny muttered, his part hardening as Hermione's breath hit his ear. Without a second thought, Johnny sunk his fangs into Hermione's collarbone, causing Hermione to gasp.

Johnny pulled away quickly and pulled out his wand, muttering the words, "Vulnera Sanentur," over Hermione's wound which closed up instantly.

"I'm guessing it worked," Hermione said with a smile, flexing her fingers which now had claws on the end of them. Johnny gently grabbed her head and made Hermione look at him. It truly had worked. Hermione had sprouted fangs and claws, and her wolf side had a brilliant set of vibrant purple eyes.

"Can you hear your inner wolf?" Johnny asked, his own inner wolf going crazy inside him as he stared into Hermione's purple eyes.

"Her names Pharaoh," Hermione whispered softly, watching as Johnny's eyes turned red. "I can hear her calling Mozart."

"Well one things for sure," Johnny whispered jokingly. "Our family will like their steaks on the raw side now."

"And we're off the human dinner party list," Hermione whispered back, the two werewolves engaging in a kiss.

As they entered March the weather became drier, but cruel winds skinned their hands and faces every time they went out onto the grounds. There were delays in the post because the owls kept being blown off course. The brown owl that Harry had sent to Jakob with the dates of the Hogsmeade weekend turned up at breakfast on Friday morning with half its feathers sticking up the wrong way; Harry had no sooner torn off Jakob's reply than it took flight, clearly afraid it was going to be sent outside again.

Jakob's letter was almost as short as the previous one.

Be at stile at end of road out of Hogsmeade (past Dervish and Banges) at two o'clock on Saturday afternoon. Bring as much food as you can. Tell Johnny I'm sorry.

"He hasn't come back to Hogsmeade?" said Ron incredulously.

"He has no reason to be sorry!" said Hermione angrily, her wolf side showing which Johnny quickly got under control for her. "Well it's true! He abandoned you, babe! He knew you were going through a hard time and he still didn't send you one letter!"

"I can't believe him," said Harry tensely, ignoring the wolf couple, "if he's caught..."

"Made it so far, though, hasn't he?" said Ron. "And it's not like the place is swarming with dementors anymore."

Harry folded up the letter. They approached the final lesson of the afternoon, Potions. Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were standing in a huddle outside the classroom door with Stephanie Cattleman's gang of Slytherin girls. All of them were looking at something they couldn't see and sniggering heartily.

"There they are, there they are!" Stephanie giggled, and the knot of Slytherins broke apart. Johnny saw that Stephanie had a magazine in her hands - Witch Weekly. The moving picture on the front showed a curly-haired witch who was smiling toothily and pointing at a large sponge cake with her wand.

"You might find something to interest you in there, Granger! Oh, poor Johnny, ;eft heartbroken again!" Stephanie said loudly, and she threw the magazine at Johnny, who caught it, looking startled. At that moment, the dungeon door opened, and Snape beckoned them all inside.