You Have... The Werewolf (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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A/n: This chapter contains sexual parts. You have been warned. 

Hermione woke from the pain pulsing in her head. Her eyes fluttered opened as she tried to remember what had happened to her. She remembered she had been in Knockturn Alley and she was with two people... but she couldn't remember who or what happened afterwards. She peered upward as she noticed she was in a tent. She pushed herself onto her elbows as she glanced around, noticing how she was laid upon a king's size bed covered in fur blankets. It was a large tent, like the one she spent at the quidditch match. There were a few tables with a few chairs, a dresser, a large trunk, and floating lanterns overhead. 

While she pushed herself into a sitting position, she felt the blanket slide down her torso. She peered down after a sudden rush of coldness ran across her chest. She found herself naked beneath the blankets. The sight of her caused her to shrieked, a blush running over her face, as she pulled the blanket over her breasts. She was confused as to what was going on given how she was at Knockturn Alley one moment and now was naked laying across someone's bed in a strange place. Her attention was soon drifted when the flaps on the tent flung opened. In came Scabior walking in (wearing only a pair of pants) with a plate filled with tons of fruits and a few slices of cook meat. 

"Good Morning, beautiful," Scabior said, heading over to her as he set the plate down on a nightstand. Hermione clung tightly to the blanket as she stared in disbelief at how calm he was being about the sight of her. Of course, she figured he didn't have much problem with the sight of her naked like she did. He surprised her when he suddenly crawled into bed with her, leaning too comfortable against her. 

"What is going on? Why am I here? And why am I naked?" Hermione asked as she pushed him away from her. Scabior, however; just pushed her hands down as he leaned even closer. She shivered when she felt his breath running down the skin of her neck while he proceeded to smell her. 

"You're lucky that's you're only naked. Because I had to chain myself up to my bed just to stop myself from coming in her and marking you up as my own. And I know I'm not the only one out there that wanted to do the same thing." He whispered as he suddenly placed a kiss against her neck and ran his hands up her arm. Hermione felt a blush running across her cheeks as she tried to push away from him. Scabior suddenly straddled her waist as he began to push her down to the bed. Hermione shrieked when Scabior latched his lips on her neck and settled himself in between her legs and started to lightly rut against her. 

"Scabior! Get off! Get off! Help! Someone please help!" Hermione screamed as she started to pull at his hair. He shot his head up to look up at her and was about to say something when the tent's flaps opened again, causing both of them to peer over towards it. Standing before the door was Fenrir, who was not looking the slightest bit happy. 

"Didn't I tell you just to give her her breakfast and then come back here? Leave the poor girl alone, she's clearly not in the mood for whatever it is that you are planning on wanting to do with her." Fenrir ordered Scabior while moving towards them. He was also only in a pair of leather pants, which hugged him perfectly. Scabior groaned as he pushed himself off of Hermione. 

"I couldn't help myself. I just needed a little taste." Scabior explained himself. Hermione shot him a glare before slapping him against his head. It earn a big laugh from Fenrir and a glare from Scabior. Wiping a tear from his eye, Fenrir cleared his throat and collected himself to a firm, serious appearance. 

"Anyway, we've got bigger problems." Fenrir stated. Before anyone could say another word, a loud voice came billowing through the tent's walls.

"FENRIR!!!! SCABIOR!!!! I know you have Hermione! Bring her back!" Remus voice billowed.