Forced To Kiss a Werewolf [Hiatus]

『Chapter Two』

"Draco Malfoy, and Hermione Granger."

The whispers in the hall went silent, the air seeming too thick to breathe. Hermione could feel her lungs screaming for air, every muscle in her body tense, and the blood pounding in her ears. Was she shocked? Yes. Was she infuriated? Hell yes.

"Come on, Granger." Came the bitter drawl she knew so well. The one she had come to hate, the one she would despise for all eternity. "Wouldn't want to make a scene, would you?"

His tone sent chills cascading down her spine, leaving her slightly light-headed as a long-held breath escaped her lips. Getting to her feet, Hermione ignored his comment, gliding towards the minister with grace, although she felt as if she wanted to punch a wall and bury the minister in the rubble. Nails digging into the palms of her hands, she offered a strained smile to the minister, dropping her tone so low that no one could hear.

"If you do not re-assign me to someone, I will personally wring your neck, and rip the impossibly small brain fro-" The enraged witch felt a firm hand on her wrist, followed by a terrified look from the minister.

"Come, darling." Malloy whispered against her neck, hot breath ghosting her skin. "You're not going to ruin my name so soon."

So taken aback by the combination of the contact and rather insulting comments, she was led, more like dragged from the room by the flaxen-haired man. "Don't you put one slimy little digit on me, ferret." The brunette snapped, ripping her wrist free as soon as they departed the room. Her orbs narrowed at him, the dark color swirling with an infinite hatred.

"Here I was thinking we were past such immaturity." Malfoy seemed undaunted, giving her nothing but an icy glare. "Looks like the little mudblood has proven me wrong."

She flinched at the little nickname from her childhood but kept her fire-whiskey gaze on the man before her. "Looks like your insults haven't advanced through the years," Hermione commented dryly, resisting the temptation to roll her optics.

He chuckled in a humorless fashion, the sound so cold and bitter to her ears. "How hypocritical of the one who called me a ferret."

The brunette closed her mandible gently, casting him a cold glance before walking forwards. Draco however, seemed to have other plans.

"Dearest," He mocked, starting to head away from his peer. "We should really off to the apparition point. While you were off daydreaming, I was paying attention to the minister." Carrying his usual tone of arrogance, the smug little smirk pulling at the corners of his lips only infuriated Hermione more.

"Well then, we should be off." She spoke curtly, following him reluctantly. The pair walked down one hall after another, finally coming to a halt at the sight of multiple witches and wizards. Among the group was Neville, Hannah Abbot, Blaise, and Luna.

Turning, she could see Blaise, the slightly less bothersome version of Malfoy, who had been the last to arrive. Taking the initiative, Hermione walked to the front of the room, where a woman sat in light floral patterned robes.

"Hello, dear." The moment she arrived at the desk, the woman looked up with a small smile. "Place your palm on the painting of a lamb, you'll be going to the eighth door on the left."

Following the simple directions from what she assumed was some form of secretary, Hermione beckoned over the rest of the group, the two Slytherins giving her an odd look.

"Hand on the painting,  then walk through. Eighth door to the left." She repeated the directions to herself, loud enough that the other five could hear. "Hurry before the next group comes in." Fading into the painting, she found herself in a long hall, this one filled with doors. Labeled by last names, Hermione started walking past the first seven, Luna and Neville hot on her heels. 

Arriving at an entrance labeled, Amber 8, she pried the door open. Similar to the waiting room in color scheme and dim blue-toned lighting, this one held three doors, each with the last name on it. Longbottom, Malfoy, Zabini.

Right as her gaze skimmed over the name Zabini, a cheery voice could be heard. "Ah, welcome! My name is Healer Amber, I'll be your doctor, and marriage counselor." With each word she spoke, the red-haired woman made small motions with her hands, a wide smile plastered across her face. "You've got a question, I've got an answer! Each week, all of us have a mandatory meeting, you all can either wait out here or go into your rooms. We'll all be tracking our progress, something required by the act. Today all we have to do is a simple scan, making sure all of you are healthy. Off to your rooms!"

Not giving a second glance to the healer or Malfoy, Hermione headed into the correct room. Sitting alone for a moment, she stayed silent. Within a few weeks, she would no longer be a Granger, she would be a Malfoy. A thought more horrifying was that within a year, there would be a miniature Malfoy running around. Cold chills coursing down her spine, she pushed down the thought as the platinum blond arrived.

"Healer is dealing with Longbottom and Abbot first." He commented, leaned against the pristine white wall, the soft glow of the lights illuminating his sharp features. At first, she gave nothing but a nod, but her mind went back to when he spoke to Luna.

"You shouldn't have spoken to her that way, back at the ministry. Luna was only trying to help."

"I believe Loony was commenting on a swarm of nargles around me, nothing more. Her help isn't wanted, and I told her that."

"You could have been less of an arse about it then." Hermione snapped, just a moment before Healer Amber glided in.

"Ready for the scan? Good." Without waiting for a response, a beam of red ejected from the healer's wand. As the light traveled across the room and towards the brunette, a soft growl could be heard. Amber didn't seem to hear it, at least she didn't acknowledge it. Swearing she heard something, her lips parted about to ask Malfoy if he had picked it up, only to find him watching her intently. His normal silver gaze had been replaced with one of gold. Confused, she blinked, only to find the normal grey hue remaining.

'How peculiar..' Was the thought that came to her mind, wondering if she was hallucinating or just the effect of the spell. Train of thought broken, she watched as the auburn-haired woman moved onto Malfoy. The beam of light struck him just above the heart, though this one was a deep shade of gold.

"Oh!" The healer's voice was shrill, her brows raised at an odd angle. "The ministry did not inform me of your condition. Right, this way." She seemed overly agitated now, lips pursed in a thin line.

"Everything alright?" Hermione inquired, brow arching at the mention of some condition.

Before the healer could say another word, the blond shot her a chilling look, only one word giving her an answer."Yes."

As he was led away, Hermione let out a huff of annoyance. If she wasn't allowed to know about the condition, did this mean it was minor, or something more? 

//Edit: *sways on heels* So what have you all been up to?//