Forsaken Bite (HP Fanfiction)

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Hermione pov 

Hermione woke to the sound of birds singing loudly to the point it caused her head to ache. She fluttered her eyes opened to see the crack of dawn peering down on her skin to warm her up. She pushed herself off of muddy ground till she was on her knees. The cold wind caress her skin as it brushed her hair from her face. Hermione pushed herself to her feet, wobbling a bit since she ached all over even in her stomach. Hermione wrapped her arms around her exposed body as she peeked around in search of any of the other pack members. 

She slowly started to walk around in hopes of finding someone else that she knew when the sound of a twig broke. She turned around, scared of who it could be since there probably could be a death eater. Hermione was about to run when out from a pair of trees was Scabior, his body exposed before her. She was shocked to see he wasn't as bruised up as she was, and he didn't even appear to be in any pain. Hermione couldn't help but rush over to him and run her hands over his chest. She had her hands halfway up them when he lightly grabbed them. 

"Oh... mmm... I wouldn't do that, love. I still got my wolf instincts in tact. If you keep touching me, I might take you right here in the mud." Scabior warned her. Hermione shook her head. 

"I'm sorry, I'm shocked to see you aren't harm. When I saw Remus turn back, he was covered in scars and was aching badly." Hermione explained before moving her own shoulders to ease their own tense muscles. Scabior laughed before gently taking her hand in his own. 

"That's because he takes that potion. Now come on to the castle, we need to get you clothed, bathed and get food in your little belly." Scabior said while tickling her belly. Hermione could feel her own instincts rush over her before she shook them off, nodding in agreement to what he said. 

*time skip* 

Hermione had finally finished her bath, which she fill with different salts and used spells to help massage her muscles to ease the pain. She began to dry off and covered herself in an oversize onyx-black robe, that revealed a lot of her chest. She walked out of her room and headed down the hallway. While she walked, she could feel eyes on her from all the other werewolves and could hear their whispers probably about last night's dinner. Hermione paused when she overheard Fenrir's voice coming from the parlor room. 

"The Dark Lord is planning his attack soon. Sometime this week at Hogwarts." Fenrir spoke out. Hermione slowly walked up to the door and peek inside. She could see Fenrir looming over his legs, which he was now clothed in a pair of tight jeans with Scabior leaning against his chair as they gaze up at Remus, who was biting his nails. 

"This is bad. We're not even remotely ready. We're not even prepared to stand up to the Dark Lord." Remus nervously claimed while he shook his head. 

"So what do we do? If you're not prepared..." Scabior started when Hermione stepped into the room. She could feel their gazes on her as she felt herself begin to panic at the thought of Fenrir taking another bite of her. However, Fenrir motioned for her to come over to him. Hermione slowly walked over till she was standing beside him, but Fenrir gently grabbed her arm and pulled her into his lap and began to nudge his head in the crook of her neck. 

"Like I was saying, if you're not prepared to take on the Dark Lord now, what are you going to do about this battle coming up?" Scabior repeated himself. Remus shook his head before pushing his hair away from his tired eyes. 

"I honestly don't know what we can do. Harry clearly isn't ready if he just got caught by you two." Remus said, clearly mocking Fenrir and Scabior.

"Actually they were caught off guard when the camp was attacked by a wolf and these two only found them because they were chasing me." Hermione stated to Remus, trying to explain what happened. Remus was about probably asked if any were attacked when Fenrir broke out in a chuckle. 

"They were attacked by a wolf pup." Fenrir claimed with smirked. 

"The mother was there!" Hermione shot at Fenrir. 

"So was I! And they were frightened by a pup." Fenrir reminded her before he nudged her shoulder again. Hermione shook her head while she turn to look at Remus. 

"Either way, they were just caught off guard. We can take most of the wizards down, and leave Harry to deal with the Dark Lord. Since there is a higher number of us! I mean the wolf pack has numerous people, which makes us most of the Dark Lord's army. At the battle they will surprise attack the Death Eaters because they will not see it coming. Since... they do not have respect for the pack, they clearly wouldn't think they would go against them." Hermione argued with Remus. She was expecting someone to bite her, to hit her or whatever they could for her speaking out. However... what came next was...

"Well? What are we waiting for? We got a war to win." Fenrir cheered.