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

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Hermione stood on the sidelines as she watches Fenrir, Scabior and Remus circle around the ring, all of them facing each other, their eyes glued right on each other. She narrowed her eyes, confused as to what was going on, before Fenrir billowed into the air, which silence the crowd that surrounded them. 

"As you know the first task is to show of strength. To show one can protect their mate," Fenrir stated, earning a shout of praise, "As the rules state, the last one to be knocked out of the ring, wins!" 

Fenrir turned over to look at Hermione, winking at her as he gave a smirk plastered on his lips. Hermione had to tightened her hands into fists, not wanting to stand there to watch this stupid task take place. However, part of her felt like she knew that she couldn't walk away  from this, fearing what those werewolves would do if she so much as took even a step away from this.  Once everyone was settled into their place, a man walked over near her side, pulling out his wand. 

"Let the task.... begin!" the man screamed as he shot a bright light from the tip of his wand. Without even missing a beat, they went for each other's throat. Hermione nearly had to take a step backwards when they collided with each other. She watched as they were merciless with each other. They clawed, punched, kicked, lifted each other up and then tossed them aside, bite, and other things. Hermione winced when she watched Fenrir threw a punch at Remus, causing Remus to stumbled backwards. She was surprised to see Remus get back up like it had been a mere slap across the face and went rushing back to fight. Hermione gasped when Remus threw a punch at Fenrir, hitting his right in his face. 

For a moment, Hermione felt like there was a chance that Remus was going to win this. That was until Fenrir grabbed him right by his neck and pulled him off his feet then tossed him to the side. Remus slammed down against the ground as he began to roll down the road. The crowd didn't even attempt to stop him from rolling down towards the tents. She knew when Remus hit against a tree that he was out of the fight. Now it was up to Scabior and Fenrir, who were getting just as vicious with each other to win this silly duel. Hermione tried to go after Remus when she heard a loud growl. She glanced over to see Fenrir flinging Scabior against the ground. A bright spark floated above them as another roar of cheers came over the crowd. 

"The winner is Fenrir!" a man screamed out. Hermione rolled her eyes as she tried to go and check on Remus. Before she even had the chance, she felt a hand grab hold of her arm as it pulled at her. She stammered a bit till she fell into Fenrir's arms. Without even missing a beat, Fenrir latched his lips onto Hermione's.