Curse Of The Bite

Awakening

Hermione groaned as bright sunlight filtered through the one window in the room, hitting her directly in the face. She slowly sat up, her muscles screaming at her as she did so, the blanket falling from her chest to lay in her lap, leaving her topless.
"Well, well, well, I don't remember those under the school uniform Granger." Hermione gasped and covered up her chest with one arm and wrapping the blanket around her with the other.
"Malfoy? What in Merlin are you doing here?" Hermione questioned the blond prat. "And let me out of this stupid cage." She demanded. Malfoy smirked
"I don't remember the tits, but I remember the holier than thou attitude" he remarked as he took a set of keys out of his pocket and went to unlock her from the cage. Hermione studied the man in front of her. Short blonde hair, some stubble, relaxed grey button down tucked into black slacks.
Draco noticed her stare and smirked. "Like what you see?" Hermione's honey brown eyes jumped up to his piercing gray ones.
"You wish." Hermione didn't say anything else, even though she couldn't help but admit, at least to herself, that he was attractive. She pushed past Draco towards her clean clothes on the chair in front of the cage. Goosebumps appearing on her skin as their arms brushed against each other.
Draco felt the same goosebumps on his skin and frowned. This was Hermione freaking Granger, he wouldn't let himself get worked up over her. Even if she had a nice body.
With out another word he went back up the stairs, taking two at a time. The farther away from her the better.
She looked down at her hand where she had been bitten and noticed it healed with slight scarring. As his foot steps faded she dropped the blanket from around her body, gathering up her rats nest of a hair do and putting it in a messy bun... She quickly threw her clothes on. Hermione was just lacing up her hiking boots when Bill popped his head downstairs.
"Hungry?" He asked, she looked up and smiled at his familiar face.
"Very, and I have a list of questions." She replied walking over to her adopted brother.
He chuckled knowingly "I'd be worried if you didn't." Together they headed up stairs breakfast served on the same table her lifeless body had laid just a few days prior. Blaise and Draco sitting across from one another stuffing their faces. Boys were boys after all.
"If it isn't the esteemed gryffindor princess." Blaise acknowledged as soon as he swallowed his food. Hermione gave him a friendly smile. "If it isn't the snakes" she replied humor in her voice and a smirk on her face. Hermione noticed she had to sit by one of the exslytherins. She choose the one who didn't torment her every day for 7 years.

Blaise stared pointedly at Draco and cleared his throat. Draco looked at his best mate and rolled his eyes, reaching into his pocket and taking a small vile of something out and handing it to Hermione.
"Just potion to make the pain stop... It gets less painful as you get used to it." He told her. Feeling guilty he put her in the position she was in.
"Oh... Um thanks, I guess" Hermione mumbled taking it from him. This time she was careful not to touch him. She opened it up sniffing it for a second before downing it. She quickly drank some orange juice to get the gross taste out of her mouth.
"Here's your wand Hermione" Bill told her as he sat at the head of the table.
"So what is going on? Who bit me? Why was I bitten? What are you doing here Bill? Where's Fluer? Why am I sitting at a table with Draco and Blaise of all people? No offense" Questions falling out of her mouth at a rapid pace, Bill thoughtfully chewed on a piece of bacon waiting for her to calm down.
Finally noticing what she was doing she shut up and started putting food on her plate.
"What is going on, is your the first female werewolf, but of course if anyone is going to do it first it would be you. You wondered up on Draco mid change. He had to bite or kill you. Its part of the rules. We have to live by a certain set of them to keep ourselves safe. Fluer and Victorie are at the cottage safe. They stay here with me normally, but with a newcomer around they go home. I'm here because I'm alpha. Finnir not only scarred my face, but cursed me as well." Bill explained slowly giving her a chance to take it all in.
Hermione took a bite of breakfast, chewing thoughtfully, her eyes jumping to Draco's face when Bill said his name.
"That bastard, couldn't just kill me... Of course not.. Had to make me into one of the damned ." she thought, instantly regretting her thoughts. Werewolves were who she fought for. Not just house elves and centaurs. But for all creatures. She had to remember that.
Seeing the pissed off look on her face Draco smirked. He couldn't resist baiting her, for old times sake.
"Whats wrong princess? Not the fairytale life you envisioned with your won won ?"
"Jackass" Hermione hissed. "Ronald is living his perfect fairy tale life with Lavender."
"Malfoy can we not have ONE meal with out you pissing someone off?" Bill cut in, before letting a long sigh out. "Really I thought we weren't children anymore, you two."
"Hermione your more than welcome to go home, but most people stay here the first few months. Your just less likely to be caught, and you're going to be noticing a lot of changes in your body. Fluer came over the other day and put together a room for you just incase you wanted to stay here."
Hermione wrinkled her nose at the thought, but she knew she needed to. At least until she was used to her body.
"I guess" she said not sounding sure at all.
"Good, Draco can show you to your room" Bill replied staring at Draco daring him to argue. Draco rolled his eyes before standing up and cleaning up his mess. Hermione's eyes widened in shock. This was new. Maybe Malfoy had changed from the arrogant prick he used to be. She quickly finished eating before cleaning up after herself as well. Draco leaned against the door frame watching her. She was taller than he remembered, her body now held soft womanly curves, and her legs went on for days. He could smell her over from where he was, she smelt of lavender and books... Something odd but yet completely her. Draco realized that he found her attractive. Even if her hair was frizzy right then and she hasn't bathed in days. Hermione Granger was attractive. He shook his head. He just needed to get laid. It had been 5 long, dry years after all, and his hand could only deal with so much of the itch.
Hermione looked up at him, feeling his gaze. She raised an eyebrow.
"If your done staring I'd like to go to my room now." She said walking over to where he was.
"As if I'd stare at you princess." He replied hastily, Blaise smirked watching the two of them. His best mate finally had the hots for someone and it was Hermione freaking Granger. This was priceless.
Draco walked up the stairs, and showed Hermione to a room, the second door on the left, which happened to be right across from his. He opened the door for her before stomping off to his room and locking the door. Fucking Bill, probably did this shit on purpose.

Hermione shook her head at Draco's strange exit, before stepping into her room and shutting the door. White walls, dark wood floors. Three bookshelves, a large and fluffy queen size bed, a dresser and a desk over looking the large back yard. She opened one of the doors discovering her bathroom, with a nice size shower, clawfoot tub, and everything she would need to get cleaned up. She silently thanked Fluer, before stripping down to nothing and stepping into a shower for the first time in days.