Under The Serpent's Skin- A Tom Riddle Fanfiction

A Tom Riddle Fanfiction
Description: She was just a witch girl with a gift. A gift that allowed her to travel backwards and forwards in time. When she first arrived at Hogwarts, she never thought that she would be the only person who could go back in time and prevent anything bad from happening. It was in her third year at Hogwarts that Headmaster Dumbledore had found out about her gift. So he sends her back 50 years to stop the most powerful dark wizard from becoming Voldemort. But can she stop him? Or is he just too powerful, even for a girl that is the strongest witch of all time?


17. Chapter Sixteen

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Chapter a bit Rated R
Hermione's P.o.V.

There are days when it's hard to remember the time before the changes Lucinda's made from the past, and I do mean changes. Everywhere I go in Diagon Alley, people talk about Lucinda Prewett, sister of Astral Black, and that's when I know. Lucinda hadn't really been from our time. I look around the Slytherin Common Room, remembering the days when I used to sneak in here to talk to Lucinda, not realizing that once she changed little things in the past, I would not have become a Gryffindor. I still remember that I once was a Gryffindor, but, as time goes on, my memories of Lucinda, and of the things that had once happened, I begin to forget things. The changes are more than skin deep. I am still the same person I've always been, except for the fact that I am a Slytherin, and my appearance changed. Before I'd been a ginger with hazel/brown eyes. Now, I'm a blonde with light jade green eyes. Surprisingly, Harry and Ron still are friends with me, even though they have also changed, they still remember Lucinda and what had happened before Dumbledore had sent her back in time. Harry, ah, yes, Harry. The lightening bolt scar is gone, and he lives with his parents when he's not at school. He's not as foolish as he once was, and even though he is still a Gryffindor, he thinks a lot more like a Slytherin. Ron is Gryffindor, and not only does he have a girlfriend, she happens to be Luna Lovegood. After all of the rude remarks Ron had made about Luna, the two of them are together. Ginny, though. She's the same she's always been. And, it just so happens that she's majorly crushing on Harry, who doesn't even know it yet. I had just walked into the corridor when I hear Draco and Lucius talking. I flatten myself against the wall, not daring to step out there just yet.

"It's her, isn't it?" Lucius asks.

"What?" Draco demands. "Who?"

"That mudblood?"
"You mean, Hermione?" Draco asks his father, and I peer around the corner.

"Of course I mean that mudblood Hermione Granger, the stupid girl you are pinning over. You'd best stay away from her. It's just a school boy crush, it will end before you know it. Merlin knows how the girl ended up in Slytherin, but she doesn't belong in Slytherin. Now, are you going to help me or not?" Lucius asks.

"No." Draco says. "And Hermione isn't stupid. She fits into Slytherin just as well as I do. You know nothing, Father." My heart skips a beat, and I cover my mouth before I could gasp.

"Draco, she is a mudblood. They don't belong in Slytherin, or even at Hogwarts." Lucius says. "You know this. Why would you want to like a filthy mudblood anyhow?"

"Father, we're done here." Draco walks away from his father, who nods, and walks the opposite direction, towards the staircase. Draco walks closer to my hiding spot, and I hold my breath. "No point in hiding, Granger. I know you were watching." Draco says, and I slowly step out from behind the pillar.

"How did you know I was there?" I ask, shocked.

"I can always feel when you're close." He says, and I glance up at him. Draco is the same as he's always been, except for the fact that he has no grudge towards Harry or Ron or Ginny. But, his grudge towards me never ended. I know that he remembers the former past as well, the past with Voldemort. It's not something that we could forget.

"What is it that your father wants you to do?" I ask, knowing I probably wont get a straight answer from him on a subject like this.

Draco seems shocked that I ask this. "Of all of the things that was said, that's what you ask me?" When I nod, he chuckles. "My father wants me to kill you." He says, smirking, while shaking his head. "Preposterous isn't it?" He leans back agains the wall, still shaking his head.

"Why does he want you to kill me?" I ask, taking a  few steps closer to him. He nearly falls over when I'm less than four inches from him.

"My father still works for Voldemort." Draco says, shaking his head.

"But, Lucinda stopped him. Didn't she?" I ask, "That's why I've changed, why Harry and Ron has changed." I don't say what I want to say. But he beats me to it.

"That's why I've changed?" Draco shakes his head again. "Lucinda hasn't stopped him. She only thinks she has. Sure, he's different than before, but he hasn't stopped. He wont. Not until something drastic changes."

"You have changed, though." I say, and Draco gazes into my eyes.

"Have I? You didn't hear the whole conversation. Maybe I told my father I'd kill you. You don't know if i did or not." He takes a step towards me, as if to say he agreed to kill me, his wand drawn.

"You have changed." I state, taking the final step towards him. "Your father said you like me. You wouldn't kill me."

"I could easily kill you." Draco says, narrowing his eyes at me. "I never said I like you."

"But your father said it. He seems convinced that you do." I say. "But if you're going to kill me prove it." I tell Draco.

"I will." He says, pointing his wand at me throat. "I will." He insists, more to himself than to me. I just stand there, watching as his eyes widen and he lowers his wand.

"You don't want to kill me." I shake my head. "I told you, you've changed Draco." His grayish blue eyes are still wide watching me, but I see something different than anything I've ever seen in his eyes. "Why can't you admit it to yourself? Don't you want to be who you always should have been?" I ask.

"And who is that?" Draco asks. "A guy who falls in love with a girl who is the least likely to ever love me? A guy who doesn't even recognize who he is anymore? A guy who still easily gives into the darkness that is pulling and eating at him?" His eyes fill with unshed tears.

"This is who you truly are, Draco." I say. "The darkness is tempting still, but you're fighting it. That's all I've ever seen in you. You've always battled the darkness, and you've always won. You won't give in to it. I promise, I won't let you give in to it."

A few tears spill over, and suddenly Draco pulls me as close as we can get, and kisses me full on the lips, making my stomach clench and my heart race. When his tongue seeks enterance to my mouth, I part my lips as if I've always wanted to kiss him. His arms hold me around the waist, and if he hadn't been holding onto me, I know I would have fallen. I winde my arms around his neck, wanting to be even closer to him. When his face pulls back from mine, the tears has made his cheeks red, and I gently wipe the tears away. "I love you, Hermione." Draco says, "And I don't care what my father says. I won't kill you."
"Draco, I-"
"Don't tell me you don't love me. Please." Draco is still crying, and I shush him, wiping at the tears that keep falling.
"I love you too, Draco." I tell him. His chin quivers, and I repeat the words. "I love you, too."
"Y-you do?" He stammers.
I nod. "And don't you forget it." I brush my lips against his. He kisses me again, slowly, and I slide my hands to the back of his neck, burying my fingers in the hair that had grown out. His hands are on my lower back, his arms circled around my waist, and his hands don't travel any lower. My body is pressed right up against Draco's, and I realize I'd never been this close to him before. In a way, it's absolutely satisfying, though it's also terrifying. In the six years I've known him, I never thought this would happen. I could say that I'd always hated him, but that'd be a lie, just like it was a lie when he'd said he would kill me.

"Hermi-" The voice cuts off, and I pull quickly away from Draco, and turn to see Ron staring at us in utter shock and amazement. Draco's eyes are wide, but they are also red from crying, his cheeks red not just from tears but because Ron had caught Draco and myself kissing.

"Ron." I say, and his eyes glance between Draco and me. "What did you need?" I ask.

"N-nothing, I was just... I'll- You were just making out with Malfoy!" He says.

"Oh, was I?" I say, raising my eyebrows. "Then maybe you should think before bursting in here when you're not even a Slytherin!" I exclaim.

"You're right. I should have waited for you to come downstairs. Harry wanted to talk to you, but if you're too busy, I can just go tell him-" I cut him off.

"Don't." I say. "Draco, I'll see you later." I tell him, turning to face him.

"Promise?" He asks.

"I promise." I kiss him gently, and he returns the kiss. I break off the kiss. "Wait for me in the Common Room at 10. I'll see you then." I wink, and rush off to the stairs, closely following behind Ron. "What's so important that Harry needs to talk to me about?"

"Ginny told Harry she's in love with him." Ron mutters.

"Did she?" I giggle. "And I'm guessing he told you and you freaked out."

"Yeah." He answers, glancing at me, then says "Did you know Ginny has feeling for Harry?"

"Yeah. I thought you would've realized that sooner." I say. "Did you really not know Ginny likes him?"

"I had no idea." Ron admits. "She's a year younger than he is. Harry didn't even know."

"Guys can be ever so clueless." I say, and then, "Draco loves me." I murmur.

"I kind of figured it was something like that when I seen you guys exchanging saliva. Like, Bloody Hell, Hermione! Why Draco Malfoy? There's tons of other guys you could go out with if you want to date." Ron tells me, shaking his head.

"Ron, have you thought about the fact that I may love him as well?" I ask, and Ron looks even more startled. "Because I know you and Harry don't approve, but I've liked him for the longest time."

"If you think he loves you, you're a blind idiot, Hermione." Ron says, looking very hurt. I glare at him, and smack him on the back of his head. "Did you just thump me?" He exclaims, not in pain but in shock.

"Watch you're mouth, Weasley." I tell him. "Just because we didn't work out doesn't mean you have to be so mean to me."

"Hermione." Ron says, "You know I love you."

I look into his eyes and say "You don't. Just be happy that you're with Luna and leave it at that." I walk ahead of him to the little common room for all of the houses.

"Hermione." Ron repeats. "I didn't want to break up with you. Why do you avoid talking about his? I thought you really liked me."

"I did. Until your decided that I wasn't good enough for you because I'm nothing but a mudblood." I say.

"Hermione." Ron grabs my arms to stop me from walking into the common room. "I do love you. And it's not because you're not a pureblood. I broke up with you for a whole different reason."

"A reason you always refuse to give me." I try to push him off of me, but he's taller and much stronger.

"I'm giving it to you now, Hermione. If you'll just look at me and let me talk to you." I look at him, and nod.

"First let go of me." I say, and he nods.

"Of course." He removes his hands from my arms. "I'm not good enough for you, Hermione. I never will be. I'm not as smart as you, or as brave, or even loyal. We both know that. But that doesn't mean you should go after Malfoy. He's even worse than me and you know it."

"That's a load of crap, Ron." I shove him, and he looks more startled than even before.

"What in the Bloody Hell is wrong with you?" He asks me. "I'm not lying, you should know that by now. You usually can tell if I'm lying or not. You know that I love you, but you've never loved me, not even when we were dating! Like I said, I am really not good enough for you. And we both know that Malfoy will never truly love you because to him you will always be just another stupid mudblood." His words hurt, and this time I lash out with my magic. He ends up flat on his back, laying on the cold, hard floor. Suddenly, Harry is right behind us, and so is Ginny, as well as some other students who seem shocked that I would use magic on a close friend.

"Never call me a stupid mudblood again, Ron. Perhaps you should go talk to your girlfriend about not truly loving her, because you keep saying you love me when you and I both know that's not the truth. Just go. Stay the hell away from me, Ron." I yell at him.

"Hermione," He says, standing up quickly, as though the pain from the spell is enough to survive, but not me being mad at him.  "Don't do this, please. You know I do love you. You can feel it. Don't act like there's nothing between us."

"Leave me alone." I say, grabbing Ginny and Harry's hands, pulling them inside the common room just as Luna walks up to him, obviously angry, and smacks him across the face, then stalks off.

I close the door behind us, and Harry seems aghast. "Hermione!"

Ginny glances at me, unsure of whether or not to say anything, nor ask what had happened.

"Don't, Hermione me, Harry." I exclaim. "He had it coming to him."

Ginny finally pipes up. "What did he do?" Her voice is quiet, and her cheeks are flushed, her hair is pulled back away from her face, revealing her small, upraised scar she'd gotten when she fell down the steps, running away from Harry the night they'd had an argument.

I blush. Draco and I were making out outside the Slytherin Common Room when Ron came to get me." I whisper to them.

Harry seems more shocked than Ginny, his mouth open wide. Ginny, though, she glaces between Harry and myself, then bursts out laughing. "Forgive me, Hermione, but I thought you just said you were kissing Draco." She gasps out between laughs.

I frown, my pale cheeks very red.

"Ginny." Harry admonishes, and Ginny stops laughing, realizing she upset me. "So you and Draco?" He asks, and when I nod, he nods as well. "I guess I should have realized, or at least figured out why you two were always at each other's throats. I guess he just realized how he feels about you." Harry says.

"Yeah, I guess so." I say. "He told me he loves me. And I told him I love him." I blush brighter. I glance over at Ginny. "Your brother... he wasn't exactly happy about it. He called me stupid to think Draco could actually love me."

Ginny's mouth hangs open, and before she says anything, she glances at Harry. "My brother is a bloody idiot." She says. "Honestly, I don't think he knows what true love is, yet. But no matter, he will find it eventually. I think Luna actually does care for him, genuinely. Maybe he'll begin to love her as well. Don't listen when he calls you stupid. It's not worth it to get worked up about. If you love Draco, be with him. It is none of Ron's business who you love."

"Is that how he reacted when he found out that you like Harry?" I ask, then realize I should have kept my mouth closed. Harry looks embarrassed and fidgits, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear and straightening his glasses.

"How did you know about that?" Harry asks, his cheeks red. He glances at Ginny who looks just as uncomfortable.

"She's liked you for a while. You and Ron are absolutely blind, Harry. And don't act like you don't like her back, cause I've seen how you look at her." I say. "If you like each other, stop being babies about it and just date already. What have you got to lose?"

"Each other." Harry says. "Voldemort is still alive." His voice is strained, and I look between them. His eyes are on Ginny, but she's looking at the floor, rubbing her left forearm.

"I know." I say. "Lucinda hasn't stopped him yet, though she's changed so much already. Draco and I were talking about it. His father is still a Death Eater, which means so is Draco. His father... he's trying to wipe out Muggleborns. He told Draco to kill me."

"He told-" Harry cuts off. "Then how do you know Draco's not just trying to win your affections and trust so he can kill you?"

"He had his chance to try to kill me, and he couldn't do it, Harry." I say. "He told his father no, but when I was talking to him, saying he wouldn't kill me, he pointed his wand at me, but his hand shook, and he lowered his wand. If he wanted me dead, he'd have done it. His father even told him that it was just a school boy crush that Draco has on me, but I don't think it is, Harry. He was upset, and he even admitted to falling in love with me, and he said he didn't think he had a chance with me. If you think he's lying, you're wrong. You've been wrong before, so don't act so high and might, Harry Potter. You're no longer famous and admired by everyone, they don't even remember that you had been nearly killed by Voldemort. You're not the Golden boy anymore. Stop acting like you're perfect when you're not. You love Ginny, so why don't you say it to her? She's waiting for you too, and you kept denying it to her didn't you? So why can't you be honest for a change, and bloody tell her already?" I demand.

"Hermione..." Ginny whispers. "Stop..." She looks more embarrassed than Harry now.

"She's right." Harry says in a quiet voice, watching as Ginny looks over at him. "I do love you. I shouldn't deny it. Also," he glances at me. "If you think he's changed, then I believe you." He glances back at Ginny. "Don't hate me for denying it, Ginny. Please.."

"You know I don't hate you." She says, and I make my move for the door. On the way out I hear him shuffle towards her, and hear her gasp. I turn around to see what happened, and see the two of them kissing, Ginny gently caressing his cheeks with her hands, while Harry's hands are wrapped around her waist. I close the door behind me, then turn around and nearly collide with Ron.

"Don't sneak up on me." I glare, and push away from him.

"Hermione!" He yells at me, grabbing my arm. "Why can't you listen to me for one goddamn moment? Bloody Hell!"

I don't pull away this time. "Ron, you should go talk to Luna. She really likes you and she is hurt by the things you said. Though, I admit, some of the stuff I said must've hurt her just as much. We had our chance together, Ron, that time has passed."

"But, 'Mione." He uses his old nickname for me. "I love you." His hands slide down my arms, wrapping around my waist. I close my eyes.

"Ron, don't." I say.

" 'Mione..." He says, kissing my neck gently. "I love you." He repeats. When his lips slide along my cheek to find my lips, I try to pull away. I struggle against his hold on me.

"Ron, stop it!" I demand, trying to hit at him.

" 'Mione!" He says, wrapping his arms around me tighter, as I struggle and hit at him. "C'mon, baby. Like old times?" He asks, and I start to cry, but he pulls me along with him, hidden in a dark corner. I scream, and he shoves me to the floor, where I hit my head on the corner of a stone pillar. I hit so hard I nearly am knocked unconscious, and Ron crawls towards me on the floor, then starts to kiss me fervently.

"Stop it!" I scream. It's like no one hears me though, and it makes me cry harder, the pain in my head unbearable, and I feel blood trickle down my forhead.

"Hermione!?" I hear the unmistakable voice of Draco, and he runs over to where I'm at, and when he sees the blood on my forhead, and Ron holding me down trying to kiss me, he grabs Ron by the throat, and with his other hand punches him quickly, three times in a row. Ron punches Draco in the belly, and I cry out, and hear Harry, Ginny and Dumbledore come running to see what the ruckus is all about. Dumbledore kneels next to me when he sees me, then at Ron and Draco swinging at each other. He uses a spell to stop their movements, then unfreezes them, making them both fall to the floor.

"Now, what in the world is going on here?" Dumbeldore asks, keeping Ron and Draco away from each other.

"He hurt her!" Draco yells, and says "And he was trying to force himself on her!"

"Ronald Weasley, is this true?" Dumbledore asks. Ron avoids his eyes, knowing how skilled he is at Legilimency. "I asked you a question, Mr. Weasley. Answer me now, or I will be forced to send an owl to you're parents."

"Yes, sir." Ron says. "I did it." His eyes find mine. "Please, 'Mione. I just want to be with you."

"Stay as far away from me as possible. Because if you ever touch me again, I will curse you, Ronald Weasley." I yell at him, then touch my head when the yelling makes my head hurt worse. Tears cling to my cheeks, and Draco steps towards me, helping me up carefully before examining my forehead.

"She needs to go to the nurse." Draco says. "I'll take her." He tells Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nods, and Draco wraps an arm tightly around me to keep me from falling down. Harry and Ginny are looking at me guiltily, and I notice how he holds her close. Ginny glances at her brother with disgust in her eyes, then I avert my eyes when her and Harry look at Draco, realizing he had been trying to protect me. I walk with Draco to the hospital wing, slowly.

"Thank you." I whisper to him. He stops walking, and pulls me close to him. He pulls a handkerchief from his robes.

"Anything for you." He whispers back, gently blotting the blood with the handkerchief. "Sorry I didn't get there sooner. I hear you scream, but I still can't Apparate very well." He tells me.

"All that matters is you got there in time." I tell him, looking into his blue eyes. "I think he might actually have..."I trail off.

"I think he might have." Draco agrees. "I promise I'll never hurt you like he has. I'm sorry for everything that happened between us before everything was rewritten for us. I may have changed because the past changed, but it doesn't change the fact that I still remember it, that you remember it." His gaze is sorrowful.

"I won't forget it, but I don't want to. Everything that happened, happened for a reason. It just ended up bringing us together. And that's all I care about." I tell him, and he nods, brushing his lips against mine, tempting me so easily to kiss him back, and his hand cups the back of my neck, my hands against his chest, before my tongue lightly caresses his. My heart pounds in my chest, and I love the feel of his body pressed right up against mine. When he pulls back, I get flustered. "I'm sor-"

He cuts me off. "Don't be, beautiful." Draco tells me. "I love you." He says, the love and hope for our future showing in his eyes.

"I love you." I say back, easily. "Are you okay?" I ask when he flinches.

"My ribs hurt is all. Weasley knows how to throw a punch." Draco says, ready to start walking to the hospital wing.

I stop him, gently pulling up his robes and then his shirt. I'd always admired the way Draco looked, his well muscled belly. My face flushes, and I look at the bruises scattering along his belly and ribs. My fingers move forward to feel for broken bones, gently caressing his skin. "You have three broken ribs, but none of them are very bad. The nurse will be able to easily heal them." I tell him, letting his shirt cover his belly, then straighten his robes. His eyes are staring into mine, and when I see the way he is watching me, I blush even more.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers.

"Did you think I was beautiful before?" I ask him in a hushed tone.

"Yes." He admits. "You've always been breathtakingly beautiful, stunning even. You've always drove me crazy."

"Draco..." I whisper. "Maybe sometime we could...you know...?" I trail off, my cheeks so hot that I know I must look strange.

"You'd want to?" He asks, surprised. "After what just happened with Weasley?"

"Let's forget about Ron and think more about us." I say, then nod. "I would."

"We'll see." He says, then smiles at me. "Let's get to the hospital wing. You're head looks pretty bad."

"I can only imagine." I say, and when we start walking I feel something brush against my hand, and I look down. I see Draco battling with himself over whether or not to hold my hand. I grab his and our fingers lace together. "That's better." I whisper, and he nods. In the hospital wing, the nurse takes one look at my head, and tells me to sit down. "Draco also needs to be looked over. He has some broken ribs."

"Yes, Miss. Granger." She says, and tells Draco to sit down as well. She heals my cut and Draco's broken ribs fairly quickly, and gives me and Draco both some pills to help with the pain. "If you two aren't feeling well later, come see me. Is there anything you two would like to tell me, about what happened?" Her eyebrows are raised.

"My ex boyfriend pushed me and tried to force me to have sex with him." I whisper. "Draco heard me yelling and the two of them got in a fight. You'll probably see him in here soon."

The nurse says "You're ex boyfriend, Ronald Weasley?" She asks, and when I nod, she glances at Draco. "I never thought I'd see the day that you two would be together. I've always known there was something between you two." Her smile is pretty, and she says "You two work good together."

"Thank you." Draco and I reply at the same time, and when we glance at each other, we both blush. When we leave the hospital wing, I feel a lot better, physically at least. But what happened with Ron keeps flashing into my mind. Draco and I go up to the Slytherin Common Room, and we sit down on the couch. His hand holds gently onto mine, and I lace our fingers, increasing the pressure of my hand on his. He looks at me questioningly, and I give him a small smile. "Sorry that Weasley did that because of what happened with us..." He whispers, trailing off at the end.

"It is not your fault. Do not blame yourself for Ron. He'd gotten violent in the past, but I never actually thought he'd hurt me and try to force me to have sex with him. Wait until everyone hears." I say. "And you know everyone will. The ghosts are gossip mongers, afterall."

"I know." He nods. "By the time everyone knows he hurt you and tried to rape you, they'll also know about us." Draco says quietly. "If they don't already know about us."

"Do you not want anyone to know?" I ask, hoping he'd say no.

"No. I want everyone to know. But, the only problem with that is that, even though they don't remember much about Voldemort, or me being on the wrong side of the war, they know how mean I always was to you. Which I regret, immensely. If only I had told you the truth." His voice is a whisper, and he chokes on the last sentance he said. His eyes are a silver glow, probably from the lighting in the room. I turn his face towards mine with my hand that's not holding his. I kiss him, letting go of his hand so I can caress his cheeks and then wrap my arms around his neck. Draco kissing me back with a ferocity I had never thought I'd ever see. The halls are dead silent, we're the only ones in the Common Room, and when I lean back against the arm of the couch, Draco's body is on top of mine, kissing me so gently it's almost like he's afraid that if he touches me anymore, I'll push him back, and run away from him. But when his hands slide under my back, and I lock my arms more tightly around his neck, I feel him relax, and we lay there kissing for quite some time before he pulls out his wand from his robe pocket, locking the door to the Slytherin Common Room, and making sure no one can come in or even see into the room. When his hands slide around to my sides, pulling up my robes, I don't stop him. I had waited 6 years for this, and I knew that if I there was any particular person I'd want my first time to be with, it's Draco. I've always loved him, deep down I'd known this, but all of these years I'd squelched the feelings down, ignored them the best I could. When he pulls the robes over my head, he glances down at me, his silver glowing eyes questioning whether he should go any further. I nod, and kiss him carefully, and then, my shirt and jeans are off, in a pile on the floor with my robes and I'm left in my black lace bra and panties. Draco's eyes are wide, and the silver glow is even brighter as he takes in the sight of my body. I pull off his robes and his shirt quickly and Draco unbuttons his jeans before  pulling them off. His boxers are black, and my fingers play with the waist band and he kisses me again, his fingers sliding under the back of my bra, unclipping it easily. It makes me wonder how many girls he's had sex with. I don't ask, and then my bra is also laying on the floor. When Draco pulls back, he's still looking at my body, just as I'm looking at his well sculpted body. I pull off his boxers, tossing them to the floor and his hands slide along the front of my panties, then, rubbing the back of my panties over my butt before slowly removing them and laying them on the floor. His body covers mine once more, and when he penetrates me, I gasp and choke on a scream, then moan as he thrusts inside of me. I bite into his neck, and he moans as well, still thrusting, harder and faster now. I feel his lips on my neck, then the slight pressure of his teeth resting on my neck, hesitating to bite me back. My teeth are presses into his neck hard, and when my hands rest on his lower back above his bottom, I dig my nails into his skin, and he bites down hard enough that I squeal, and feel a warm damp feeling on my neck. When he realizes he had bitten deep, he pulls back, and moves as far from me as possible. I place a hand over my neck, standing up to walk towards Draco, but he moves even further away. "Don't come near me. You don't realize I just did to you." He gasps out.

"Draco. It's fine, its only a little blood." I say, walking quickly to him before he could move away again, my hands resting on his chest as I kiss him gently. "It's fine." I murmur to him.

"Hermione, there's something I should tell you." Draco pushes me away from him, his eyes no longer blue at all. They are just pools of silver orbs. "Get dressed first." I feel a pounding in my blood, in my veins and at first, I think it's because he is scaring me, suddenly, I wonder if he didn't like what we were doing. I blush, turning away from him as I grab my clothes, tossing him his without turning to look at him. I dress as quickly as possible.

When I finish dressing, my back is still to him. "If you don't like what we were doing, don't worry about it. You won't have to do it again." I say, tears springing to my eyes. I feel a burning in my veins.

"Oh, Hermione." Draco says. "That's not it at all. I loved every moment of it. Until I bit you.. and now you're bleeding, and god I'm an idiot." He curses to himself, murmuring low.

"No you're not." I say, turning around now. My tears had fallen, and he seems shocked to see me crying.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you're feelings." He whispers. "I'm not good for you, Hermione. I need to tell you this, but the only problem is... I've never told anyone before. Only my parents know, and Voldemort..and the man who did this to me." Draco says.

"What?" I ask, unsure of what he means.

"I'm a werewolf." Draco whispers.

"No, you're a wizard." I say. "And a deatheater."

"I'm not a deatheater. I never took the vow." Draco tells me. "Everyone thought I did. But I didn't." He waves his hand over his arm, over the dark mark. It fades, and I see a bite mark on his left forearm. A scar of a bite mark, I should say. It's a big, deep, white scar, whiter even than the natural pale of his skin. "I always use a glamour over it. I didn't think I could ever trust anyone enough to tell them this. I was bit by Fenrir Greyback." Draco says. "Every fullmoon, I transform into a werewolf without any control over it. Normally, if you don't draw blood when you bite someone...they don't turn into a werewolf." He tells me.

"But you drew blood on me." I point out, finally comprehending what's happening.

"Usually...with a male werewolf, it's hard to control themselves during sex. If they can't control themselves, it's usually because they are so attracted to the female that they just...want them. I didn't mean to bite you so hard. I'm so sorry." He says.

"Draco..." I whisper. "It's fine." I tell him.

"It's not! The virus is already in your bloodstream. I just turned you into a werewolf!" He exclaims.

I push a strand of his hair out of his face. "Don't worry about it." I kiss him, winding my arms around his neck to kiss him. He pushes me back, and the hurt displays on my face plainly.

"It's not fine." He whsipers. "And I will worry about it. I didn't want you to have to go through what I've been going through these past few years. There's no cure..." He trails off.

"Draco." I tell him. "Look at me." He glances into my eyes, and I smile. "It's what always was meant to be."

"How can you believe that?" He asks, and I see the fear in his eyes. "I hurt you again! And on top of it, you're turning into a werewolf!" I feel blood drip from my neck onto my arm, and my hair brushes against it, making the blonde turn red. He sees the blood, and suddenly, his light blue eyes turn a bright silver again, the same color I had seen so many times in the past when we were around each other, and I just had never recognized that it was because he's a werewolf. He sniffs delicately at the air, as if taking in the scent of my blood. He involuntarily steps forward, pressing his lips over the bite mark, gently kissing it at first, then I feel his tongue brushing against the deep punctures. My heart races inside of my chest, and I slide my hands under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his belly and chest. When he pulls away, obviously disgusted with himself, he places both hands on either side of his head, his elbows sticking out. "I'm a monster, Hermione. I wouldn't have chose this type of life for you."

"Then stop acting like you had a choice. This had to have always been meant to happen, or it wouldn't have happened, Draco. Also, you're not a monster."

"I am." He says, and starts to pace. I stop him by grabbing ahold of his robes, pulling him in close to me.

"You're not a monster, do you hear me?" I ask, and he shakes his head. "Draco, I love you, every part of you. Even the darkest parts, and especially the parts that no one else knows about. Like the fact that you're a werewolf. Which explains so much about everything. How you were the first person to hear me when Ron was hurting me. Also... all of those times when you looked at me, your eyes glowed silver. I always thought it was the lighting, but it wasn't."

"It's because I'm attracted to you. Because I really, really love you. When a werewolf looks at someone they love at a moment of high attraction, their eyes will glow silver. I've never looked at anyone the same way I look at you." Draco's pale cheeks flush scarlett.

"I know." I whisper. "All of those other girls, you never truly cared for them did you?" He shakes his head. I then whisper another question, one I want the answer to most of all. "Did you ever have sex with any of them?"

"Never." Draco's cheeks flush even more, embarrassed. "Have you? I just assumed you hadn't because of how you reacted to Weasley..."

"You were my first." I murmur, blushing as well.

"I'm glad." He says, and I pull him close.

"Is that so?" I ask him, and he nods. "Do I need to know anything important about the changing process?"

"It can be painful. You're probably feeling hot all over aren't you? Inside you're veins, I mean?" He asks.

"Yes." I admit. "And it's pounding."

"The virus." He says. "I'm sorry." Draco looks miserable. "I should really have controlled myself better."

"Will I look the same?" I ask.

"Except for the glow of the eyes, yes.  Yours will probably seem more of a greenish glow, though." He says, and I wrap my arms around him tightly. He wraps his arms around me, looking down at me. "Was I alright?" He whispers.

"Better than alright." I blush, and he presses a gentle kiss to my lips, and I kiss him back before pulling away, stroking his cheek. "Was I alright?"

"Alright doesn't even begin to cover it." He whispers, and his eyes glow brightly. I smile at him, and he caresses my cheek as well. "The pain is only going to get worse." He whispers. "Your skin feels as hot as a branding iron."

"It'll end soon, won't it?" I ask, worried.

"Yes, but just to be sure you don't feel so much pain, take two of the pain pills the nurse gave you now." He pulls out his wand, and magicks up a glass of water I pull the bottle of pills out of my robes, and take two of the pills, drinking the glass of water quickly. "I need to get you somewhere safe where none of them will find you." he says, taking my hand. "I know a place, and I'll be able to stay with you for the remainder of the change."

"Where?" I ask.

"Come with me." He says, and I follow him out of the Common Room. We end up outside, and in the Forbidden Forest.

"We're not supposed to be out here, Draco." I tell him, scared.

"It's perfectly safe." He says, and then, up ahead I see a shack. It's so far into the Forbidden Forest, much further than I've ever been, and it's nearly hidden by a thicket of trees. Draco and I go inside, and I see it's not a shack. It's a small and cozy house. "I built this place. I come here in the mornings after the full moon."

"It's nice." I say. "Does anyone else know about it?" Draco shakes his head, turning on the lights down the hall as well. My father thinks I sleep in the woods like a real animal. But I'm not an animal, even if I'm a werewolf."

"You're also a wizard." I whisper. "That hasn't changed. Just because you're a werewolf, it doesn't make you any less special."

"You think so?" He whispers to me, even though we are completely alone.

"Yes. In fact, it makes you that much more special, Draco." I tell him and he walks over to me and kisses me.

"You're going to start feeling excruciating pain in a few minutes, Hermione. Just know I'm right here. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You won't shift into a wolf yet. Not until the full moon. But the pain will feel as if you're being ripped apart. It's the virus ripping away parts of how you used to be, but you'll still be you. All of the important things stay the same." Draco explains, and I nod. The pain had already increased greatly, and Draco sees the pain in my eyes. He lifts me into his arms, bridal style, carrying me to a bedroom, the only one I see in sight. He lays me on the bed, then lays down beside me as the pain increases greatly. I clutch at Draco's robes, and scream as a pain rips through my abdomen. The pounding in my veins and the fire lighting up my blood is by far the worst thing I've ever experienced in my whole life. Draco holds me against his body, and I feel something wet hit my head, and I glance up despite the pain setting into my spine and neck. Draco is crying and I reach up and wipe at his tears. He kisses me. "I'm so sorry." He whispers to me.

"Don't cry." I gasp out. "Please. It had to happen." I say, then scream again as the pain rips through my chest and my arms and legs. I never thought I'd experience something this bad, and when Draco holds me tighter against his chest, I realize just how glad I am that he's here with me for this. My teeth hurt immensely, and my jaw aches. It continues on like this for a half hour before my sobs and screams quiet and I'm left shaking in a cold sweat, clinging to Draco for support. Draco remains quiet and I glance at him, and see the pain on his face. "Draco." I whisper.

"This is my fault. I should have scared you away earlier. I shouldn't have kissed you. None of this would have happened if I'd kept my feelings for you to myself." He whispers.

"Shush." I whisper. "Draco, I love you." I stroke his hair gently. "I'm happy you finally told me, and that you kissed me. And that we..did it." I whisper. "I don't regret you biting me. Werewolves are immortal. We won't have to lose each other this way. Don't you want to be with me?" I ask, scared of what he might say.

"I love you, Hermione." He kisses me gently. "We will be together forever. If that's what you truly want. I won't make you stay with me if you don't want me."

"I want you." I whisper. "Every single part of you." My bones ache but I slide my arms around his neck. "Do you want to be with me?"

"Yes, Hermione. I do." He kisses me again. "I don't ever want to lose you." I cuddle closer to him, and I nearly scream with the movement, the pain is so bad. "You really don't regret me biting you, and you having to go through all of this pain?"

"No." I whisper to him. "I don't. Not if it means we won't ever be apart."

"I'll be here for you, helping you get used to everything. Do you still want to be with me though?"

I nod. "Yes." I kiss him, and he kisses me back. When we both pull back, I say "We're a lot more alike than everyone else now."

"Yes. I like that." Draco tells me, and cuddles close to me. "Why don't I help you to the bathroom, and you can shower, then we can get some sleep."

"Shower with me." I whisper. "I might need you. I hurt still."

He looks at me, his eyes wide and glowing silver. He nods, and helps me stand up, and a scream shoves out of my throat, and his hands go around my belly to keep me from falling. He helps me to the bathroom, and slowly helps me undress, and get into the huge  bathtub with a massive shower head before undressing himself and getting in behind me, quickly closing the curtain, and turning on mostly hot water with a little bit of cold. The hot water instantly soothes my aching bones, joints, and muscles. I lean against the wall of the shower, closing my eyes, letting the hot water hit me on the chest and belly before slowly turning in a complete circle, letting the hot water hit my back, before leaning back against the wall. Draco's hands slide around my waist, closing around my belly, and he gently kisses my neck and shoulder. He helps me wash with his soap, a sweet lavender and honeysuckle smell I recognize as the same he always uses. My sense of smell is a lot stronger than it had been, and the smell of the soap is intoxicating. I wash my hair with his shampoo, then condition it. Soon, we're both clean, and Draco uses his wand to dress me in comfortable shorts and a tank top, not slutty like most girls would wear, but the shorts come down to my knees, a soft, seafoam green, and a lacy white camisole. The uses his wand also, to get another blanket, and we slide into the bed, his arms wrapping immediately around my waist. I snuggle close to him, resting my head on his chest before drifting off slowly to sleep. I'm nearly fully asleep when I hear him whisper "I love you. I swear I'll always keep you safe, Hermione." He strokes my hair, which is oddly calming, and I fall into a deep sleep.


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