Dark Side (Harry Potter Fanfiction)

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A/n: A little violence in this chapter. You have been warned. 

Hermione walked alongside Scabior, who held onto her bag full of all their stuff, with his hand gripping tightly around her arm. She was beating herself up. How could she allow herself to sleep with two men, who are her sworn enemies? She knew it had something to do with her werewolf side but... could she fully blame what had happened on it. Even though she didn't want to admit it, she felt something other than the werewolf draw herself to these men. Maybe it was the fact these men could take good care of themselves and she didn't need to baby them like she had to with Ron and Harry. Her thoughts were cut short when Scabior's voice pierced her ears. 

"You alright, 'Mione?" he asked her. She shook her head. 

"To be honest, no. I'm not fine. This werewolf business is confusing. I have been doing things that I shouldn't be doing yet they feel... right almost." Hermione told him. Scabior snickered before lifting her hand up to his lips and lightly kissed the back of it, causing her to blush. 

"Don't worry, love. With the pack you will learn the way of the wolf in no time." Scabior assured her. Hermione opened her mouth to speak when she found herself stopping her steps. She couldn't explain it but part of her was telling her not to enter the camp. It was like a voice speaking in her head telling her repeatedly to turn around. Scabior must have sense it because he tightened his grip on her arm and forced them into the camp, even though Hermione could see in his eyes that was the least thing he wanted to do. They hadn't gotten their second step in when Seth came rushing over to his side. 

"Scabior! Alpha wants to see you... and you know exactly why." Seth mockingly scowled at him. Scabior growled before shoving Seth out of the way and towards the tent. Hermione just stood there, unable to decide what to do. Her thoughts were shifted when she was grabbed roughly and was started to be flung around. 

"Why the hell didn't you stop him from fucking you? You have a mind of your own! Why didn't you use it? Or do you prefer being a complete whore?" Seth asked her. Her eyes widened. She never was called such a vile word before. In her mind, it was worse than being called a Mudblood. She shook her head before she backhanded him so hard he fell onto his ass. The action attracted lots of other pack members. Without thinking, Hermione found herself running. 

Scabior stormed through the campsite towards where Alpha was waiting for him. He stopped when he reached a foot in front of Fenrir's tent. Knowing there was no stopping this from happening, Scabior walked through the flaps. He didn't even have a chance to defend himself when he found his body being flung to the ground and a heavy weight piling on top of him. Scabior squirmed, trying to get slightly loose but Fenrir made sure he chained him down so he couldn't be able to escape. Scabior winced as Fenrir kept his hand roughly shoving his head deeper in the ground. 

"Exactly what do you think you were doing?" Fenrir growled that familiar eerie voice that meant to be respected. Scabior peered at the corner of his eye. 

"You know why! I saw her first! I have every right to fight for her like you!" Scabior growled, his wolf side beginning to take control. Fenrir gave a low growl before ribbing his clothes apart, exposing his skin. Scabior felt Fenrir's claws begin to rip deep into his skin, making sure it was deep enough that blood dripped down his back. 

"I'm your Alpha! You do not disrespect me! I claimed her! You shouldn't have even thought about it!" Fenrir screamed before shoving Scabior's head to the side allowing easier access for him to dig his canines deep into Scabior's neck. Scabior held his lips tightly against each other, not wanting to give Fenrir the pleasure of hearing the pain he was causing him.  It felt like hours had passed before Fenrir released his grasp on Scabior's shoulder then pushed himself off of him. Scabior struggled to get on his hands and knees. He lifted his head upwards to see Fenrir walking over to his table to pour himself a drink. 

"You can leave now. Bring Hermione in here. I need to remind her who's now her mate." Fenrir stated before gulping down his mead. Scabior pushed himself onto his feet when an omega by the name of Luke darted in. 

"Alpha, we got a problem." He stated. Fenrir slammed his glass onto the table.

"What now?" he asked. 

"It's Hermione! She ran off!"