Forsaken Bite (HP Fanfiction)

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The bathroom was giant. It had a huge marble sink with different perfumes and hand soaps on it and a mirror that captured the whole other wall. The bathtub was no exception. It filled up most of the bathroom while having tons of metal pipes coming from the wall like the prefect's bathroom at Hogwarts. 

Fenrir lightly set her down by the tub before he went making the bath. After the steaming warm bath was made and Hermione was slipped into it, Fenrir and Scabior (who had been walking right behind them) joined in with her in order to make sure that she wouldn't slip under the water and drown. 

Fenrir held her body against his brawn and scar body while Scabior ran his hands everywhere with soap to clean her off. It seemed to snap Hermione out of her trance as she attempted to push Scabior and Fenrir away, only for Fenrir to lightly grip her wrists and pressed them to her side. Hermione then felt tears drip down her face, which were licked up by Fenrir. 

"Sh... it's okay." Fenrir whispered in Hermione's ears while Scabior continued to wash her body. Hermione shook her head, a sob escaping her lips. 

"No... it's not okay. I... I shouldn't be enjoying this... I should have fought back there when he..." Hermione couldn't bring herself to speak what he did, but they understand, "I don't know which side of me is active anymore... whether it's this new side or my old self is in control because they are both fighting for dominance... and I..." 

Hermione was distressed with it all. Here she was having two sides of her basically wanting to rip the other apart to take total control of her skin. She didn't know which one will show up real soon and it was hard to tell. 

Fenrir hushed her again, hugging her tightly while Scabior nudged his head in the crook of her neck. Hermione wanted to shove them off, but they were the only comfort she had at this point. 

"I know. That's how it's going to be till the next full moon. Once you transform, it will all be in order. I promise." Fenrir assured her as he rubbed his hands on her shoulders. Scabior drenched her body into water, which seemed to break her down even more because the next thing that slipped was...

"How could they abandon me like this?" Hermione mumbled. 

"Who?" Scabior asked, "Your friends you were with?" 

Hermione nodded her head while she wiped her tear away this time. 

"When I went back, they were so angry with me for leaving the tent last night. Then when they saw my bite mark, they were even more angry with me. I explained to them, I would figure out how handle this process by myself if need be and that I was doing the best I can when... he said I wasn't doing enough." Hermione cried, "I did everything for them. I helped with their studies, their homework, dealt with their problems ahead of my own... and he said I wasn't doing enough." 

Hermione finally broke down as she turned on her side and curled up into a ball against Fenrir's chest. She could hear Fenrir hushing her while brushing her hair gently as Scabior softly rubbed his hands against her back.  

"There, there love. You're safe with us, away from those mean old woodcutters, Hermione Granger." Scabior whispered into her ear. Hermione didn't know when he learned who she really was, but she didn't care at that moment. All she wanted was to get away from reality, to have a moment to herself and to allow her mind and body to attach back together. Was that too much for her to even ask after all?