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

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Hermione couldn't sleep throughout the night. She feared of what would happen to her while she was in a vulnerable state such as being asleep. Even though Fenrir and Scabior had given her a private tent and an assurance that she wouldn't be mauled or raped, Hermione didn't believe them for one moment. How could she with the way Scabior had been this morning and what Remus had told her about limited women werewolves. She was glad she was given some clothes to wear to sleep, but she didn't feel like she could sleep. 

However, even though she didn't know when, she had fallen asleep. The morning light beamed against the tent, waking up from the brightness. Just as she was pushing herself from the bed, the flaps of her tent opened and in came Scabior waltzing towards her.

"Morning, my lovely, ready to watch me win this ritual." Scabior stated while he grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her against his side before he hugged her. He lightly brushed his face against her hair, humming to himself. She felt him sniff her hair as he lightly brushed his fingers against her shoulders. Hermione roughly slapped his hand off her as she pulled away from his grasp. 

"Keep your hands off me." Hermione growled at him. Scabior chuckled as he reached out to mess with the tips of her hair. 

"Hey, is that anyway to talk to your future mate?" Scabior mumbled, twirling a lock of her hair in between his fingers. She pulled her hair out of his hands as she walked away to avoid his reach. 

"You're not my future mate. In fact, I don't want any of you guys as my future mate since you're forcing me into marrying you guys." Hermione stated. She wasn't prepared for the sudden marriage and the thought of it scared her. Especially the thought of being married to a man that she barely knew anything about. Scabior shrugged his shoulders before he lightly grabbed hold of Hermione's hand and dragged her behind him while he walked outside. Her eyes widened when she saw that almost everyone was there. Scabior pulled her through the crowd till she was on the outer ring. Scabior released his grip on her before he rushed over to where Remus and Fenrir stood. Hermione blushed when she saw Fenrir's bulky chest all exposed while Scabior began to removed his jacket and shirt and then toss it to the side. Remus even was stripped down to a pair of shorts. Hermione ran over towards Remus as she grabbed hold of his arms and pulled him to the side. 

"What the bloody hell is going on," Hermione asked him. Remus shook his head. 

"The first trial is about strengths. It's to show off to the women werewolf, in this case you, that the male werewolf is able to protect you from dangers that may occur." Remus stated to her. She narrowed her eyes. 

"I'm going to end up with one of those two, aren't I Remus?" Hermione asked him, feeling a shiver running through her entire being. Remus sighed before lightly patting his hand against her shoulder. 

"I'm going to try to beat them. I promise you," Remus assured her, giving her a gentle smile. Hermione felt tears start to form in her eyes. 

"And what if you lose these tasks? What if I end up with one of them? Remus! I don't even know anything about those two!" Hermione growled at him, feeling her heart beat raise within her chest.  Remus gently patted his hands against her shoulders again. 

"We're going to attempt to fight through this." Remus promised her again, grinning from ear to ear. Before Hermione could speak again, Fenrir cleared his throat. 

"The task is about to start." he stated to the two of them.