A Beastly Love (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Hermione could hear a voice in her head telling her that she needed to stop this, but her body refused to listen. Instead it held perfectly still as it waited for Fenrir's lips to collide against hers. However the moment was ruined when the sound of the flap opening drew their attention and over to see Remus walking in. 

"What is going on here?" He blurted out, his eyes narrowed as his face was twisted up in disgust. Fenrir moved himself as far away from Hermione as possible while she turned her face away. Part of her was relieved Remus stopped Fenrir from kissing her but the other part wanted to strangle Remus it. She could see Fenrir was trying to hide his anger but it was fuming off him. 

"Nothing's going on. What do you want runt?" he asked, pushing himself up in a sitting position. Remus cleared his throat. 

"I just want to talk to Hermione." Remus stated to him. Hermione stood up from the bed as she headed out of the tent with Remus right behind her. She couldn't help but peer over her shoulder. She caught a glimpse of Fenrir's eyes that glowed with what appeared as a want for her return. Like he wanted her to come back to him. They were barely outside the tent when Remus went off on her. 

"What were you thinking? You could have taken the win! You could be leaving tonight! But you... you... you actually helped him! Why? Why did you do it?" Remus asked her. Hermione shook her head. 

"I... I... I just didn't feel right if he were to die. I know it doesn't make sense to you, but it does to me. Besides, I probably will get another shot when he's so badly beaten up." Hermione explained to him. Remus shook his head while he began to pace around her. 

"Are you insane? Anyone with a lick of sense would have taken that chance with Fenrir taken down a notch! Fenrir isn't someone you want to fight when he is at his full game, Hermione. He will tear you down before you could get a word out of you." Remus warned her. Hermione shrugged her shoulders. 

"This just feels right to me. Okay? I'll figure something out," Hermione stated to him. Remus shook his head before he turned away and started to walk away, "Where are you going?" 

"Well it's clear that you are confident in yourself that you don't me. Send me an owl when you get that brightest witch that I knew before back into your system." Remus shot at her then headed back the way he was going. Hermione just stood there in disbelief. Did he just walk away? Was he truly going to leave her here alone? Hermione could feel a sense of pain rushing in her system but not just pain but rage. She felt anger that Remus would chose to leave her alone all because of her choice. She felt something within her that wanted to come crawling out of her and start to rip into things. 

"Hey," her focus was shifted as she peered over to see Fenrir standing between the flaps of the tent, "You okay?" 

"Remus left all because I decided to not take you down when I had the chance," was all she tell him, crossing her arms over her chest. Fenrir walked over to her as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his side. 

"Remus was always a sensitive boy. Give him some time, girly. He'll be back. I know he'll be back." Fenrir claimed to her. She shook her head. 

"How do you know?" she asked him. 

"Because we have a history together. Even though we never saw eye to eye, I always know how Remus thinks." Fenrir assured her. Hermione couldn't help but feel a bit... unconvinced with what he was saying to her. 

"Really?" 

"Well that... and because he's doesn't want me to get too close to you." Fenrir stated. Hermione started to lightly giggle to herself. Suddenly she felt a hand press up against her cheek. She gazed up to see Fenrir peering down at her as his face start to lower itself towards hers. Their lips were about to collide when (again) they were interrupted. 

"FENRIR GREYBACK! Get your ass back in this bed!" The Healer screamed at him. Fenrir rolled his eyes. 

"Excuse me, I'm your Alpha!" Fenrir shot at her. 

"I don't care if you're the bloody king of England! Get your ass back in here so you can heal proper! You have plenty of time to flirt Hermione into your bed and shag her up!" The Healer demanded him. Fenrir's face turned a complete shade of red as he quietly uttered an 'excuse me' before going back into the tent. Hermione started to laugh as she slowly walked around the campsite to get an idea of the place... quietly thinking to herself about actually liking it here.