Forsaken Bite (HP Fanfiction)

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Hermione pov 

Hermione woke up from the rays of dawn beaming brightly against her face. Her eyes fluttered opened as she gazed up to see it was dawn. For a moment she did not know what had happened last night until the stinging pain brought her attention to her shoulder. It then hit her like a train.

 She was bit. Bit by a werewolf. 

Hermione felt a whimper in her throat as she pushed herself out of her hiding spot and stood up. She gaze over the wound to see it was strangely healed up a bit, but she needed to get it washed so it didn't get infected. Thankfully, her hiding spot had been located by a lake. 

She wobbled over to the edge of the lake and sat down on a pile of rocks. She  pushed down the sleeve to get a better look at the bite mark. She winced in disgust while pulling her scarf from her neck. Hermione placed it softly into the lake before pulling it out. 

Biting her lips, she ran the cold water against the wound. She hissed in pain but kept rubbing the wound a bit more. Hermione was about to place her scarf in the lake again when a loud chuckle caught her attention. 

"You need sea salt to clean that wound darling. Of course, the saliva of a werewolf works just as well." Hermione jolted off her pile of rocks to turn, pulling her wand out, and see a man around his early or mid twenties. He was leaning against a tree, staring mockingly at Hermione before he pushed himself off of the tree and moved towards her. 

Hermione slowly moved backwards with every step he took forward. Once the man took notice of what she was doing, he chuckled. 

"I'm not going to hurt you dearie. I promise." He told her with his lips tilted up in a smirk. Hermione wasn't quite sure about trusting him, however, a part of her really didn't want to trust him. Actually the other part wanted to rip him with her teeth and claw him open with her nails. Hermione shook her head, not understanding this sudden blood lust came from. The man slowly took another step towards her. 

"You can either let that wound get infected and then have it kill you or let me help you clean it. What's it going to be?" the man asked her. Hermione cursed, knowing he was right. She wasn't that knowledgable at healing things, sadly. She lowered her wand to the side, but kept it out so he can see it. 

"You try anything to me and I will not be scared to blow you up." Hermione threatened him. The man nodded his understanding as he motioned for her to sit on the pile of rocks again. Hermione did what he asked while he moved over and sat right beside her. Suddenly she took a sniff of his scent (The smell of damp woods and sweat) and that part of her that wanted to rip him apart seemed to calm down. He took hold of her scarf then took out a jar filled with sea salt and sprinkled it on the scarf before he turned to face her. 

"Now this will sting a bit." the man told her and lightly pressed it against her skin. Hermione winced while the stinging pain rushed through her entire shoulder. He repeatedly did this step till he was certain she was clean from any infections. 

"My name is Scabior by the way." The man told her. 

"Penelope." Hermione lied to him. She could see his smirk tilted up even bigger. 

"No, you're not. But I will wait till you feel comfortable in telling me your real name." Scabior claimed while running his fingers over the wound. Hermione started to breath deeply. Feeling his cold, damp fingers run over her wound caused some sort of strange pleasure to rush over her. 

"Still a bit tender, but I reckon it will heal soon." Scabior claimed to her, "You got somewhere to go?" 

"Yeah. I have a tent nearby." Hermione told him. Scabior nodded his head. 

"Hope you don't have anybody with you. They might do the unspeakable and kick you out all because of this." Scabior claimed, waving his fingers at the bite mark. Hermione shook her head. 

"They aren't like that." Hermione stated to him. Scabior laughed. 

"That's what they all think. I suggest you might be better off coming with me to my home. There you can be taken care off, Pen." He told her. Hermione shook her head. 

"I'm sure I will be fine. Besides, even if I wanted to go with you, I would have to go back and grab my things." Hermione stated to him. He nodded his head before standing up and wrapping her scarf around his neck.

"I reckon then you should be heading to your camp." Scabior told her before he started to head off. Hermione stood up from her pile of rocks and rushed after him. 

"Wait! My scarf!" Hermione called out to him. 

"Don't worry love, you'll have it back when I find you again." Scabior confirmed to her and vanished as quickly as he appeared. Hermione couldn't help but sigh and feel a sense of anger come over her. However she gulped it down and headed back to her campsite.