Smells like Teen Spirit: Draco and Hermione. *Chapter 16*

Quite a dramatic one, if i do say so myself. Only two or three left after this one :( Rate me please???? rage and love xx

Created by Dontcrytonight on Saturday, April 09, 2011

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Smells like teen spirit chapter 16.

Hermione stirred uncomfortably in Draco’s arms as she became slightly self-conscious. She wriggled free of his arms and began to search for her underwear. Draco smiled and pulled on his own boxers. He stood and handed Hermione one of his t-shirts.

“I may have torn a few buttons off your shirt.” He confessed. She smiled at him and pulled the t-shirt on over her bra. It was large enough that it fell down to her mid-thigh. She stood and began to gather the rest of her clothes, but was stopped as Draco wrapped his arms around her waist. “Stay.” He whispered, burrowing his face in her silky hair.

“I can’t.” She replied, her voice quiet and full of pain.

“Of course you can, Angel.” Hermione shook her head and stepped out of his arms.

“This should never have happened. We can never work out. At heart you and I both know that I’m a Gryffindor and you’re a Slytherin. You’re a pureblood and I’m muggle born. We’re just too different.” Draco stepped towards her and pulled her into his arms again.

“None of that matters. Just forget it for tonight. All that matters is that you’re a wolf and so am I.” He kissed her forehead. “We can worry about it all in the morning, for tonight, just sleep here.” He led her back to bed, where they cuddled up together and fell asleep.

~*~

Harry frowned as he stood outside the portrait that hid the entrance to the head boy and girls dorms. He and Ron had arranged to meet Hermione here today so that she could help them with a herbology essay that was due next week. But for the life of him, he couldn’t remember the password that Hermione had given him. Ron was being no help, just shrugging and continuing to stuff his face with a pumpkin pasty when Harry asked him if he remembered. It had something to do with plants, he recalled, but other than that he was stumped. He leant against the wall as he searched his memory for the phrase. Suddenly he had it!

“Screaming mandrake root!” He yelled, jumping to his feet. The lady in the portrait smiled and swung open, giving them access to the dorm. The common room was empty.

“Maybe she’s still getting ready.” Suggested Ron, although it was unlike Hermione to run late. Harry nodded in agreement.

“You check through that door there, I’ll check up the stairs.” They split to look for their best friend. Harry found what was obviously Hermione’s room, from all of the books stacked everywhere, but it was empty. He headed back downstairs to find Ron, who was stood in the doorway of the room he was meant to check, his jaw wide open. “Ron? What’s up?” Harry walked over to him, his own jaw dropping and rage filling him as he saw his best friend on seven years asleep in bed with Draco Malfoy, his worst enemy.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

~*~

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Hermione was woken from her deep sleep by a startled shout. She blearily opened her eyes to find Harry and Ron stood in the doorway, staring at her open mouthed. She cursed inwardly as she remembered their arrangement. How could she have been so stupid?

“H-harry, Ron…” She began to stutter, but was cut off by a seething Harry.

“Save it Hermione. I don’t want to hear it.” He snapped, turning on his heel and exiting the room, quickly followed by Ron. Hermione shot to her feet hurrying after her friends.

“Wait. You don’t understand.” She called after them.

“There’s nothing to understand!” Yelled Ron. “How can you even hope to explain away fucking Malfoy?!” He spat with disgust.

“We’ve been nothing but patient and understanding, Hermione. You were suddenly transferred out of our house and into Slytherin, with no explanation. We didn’t push it, just waited for you to come to us and explain. And this is how you repay us? By screwing around with Malfoy?” Harry’s green eyes flashed with rage. Anger rose in Hermione as she was unjustly judged by two people she’d always trusted and loved.

“What right do you have to judge me and my actions?!” She snarled, her eyes flashing pale blue. “None, you have no idea what I’ve been through! You’ve never judged my actions before and you have no right to start now!”

“We never took you for a whore before!” Shouted Ron. Hermione hid the pain that his comment caused her with anger.
“HOW DARE YOU…” She trailed off, suddenly doubled over with pain. Draco, who had been watching the whole exchange from his doorway, hurried over to her as she screamed in pain.

“Hermione?” His voice was full of concern. Harry and Ron, however didn’t hear him.

“Get away from her you snake, she doesn’t need you. She needs the hospital wing.” Harry tried to get between him and Hermione, but was shoved violently away as Draco realised what was happening. Harry glared at Draco as he stumbled to the other side of the room. He didn’t know that Malfoy was that strong.

“Get over there and stay over there Potter, you to Weasley.” Growled Draco, barely even looking at them. Ron glared at him, a look full of hatred.

“What gave you the right to tell us what to do?”

“I’m the only one in this room that knows what’s happening to her, so would you just LISTEN TO ME AND GET OVER THERE!” His temper was starting to wear thin with the two Gryffindor's. The portrait suddenly swung open to admit CJ and Blaise, who sensing their Alpha’s anger had come to see what was setting him off. CJ went straight to Hermione.

“She’s shifting.” Murmured Draco, his hand gently squeezing Hermione’s shoulder as another spasm of pain ripped through her.

“No shit?!” Snapped CJ. Draco growled at her, a truly animal sound. “Your anger is rippling through the whole pack and isn’t helping her one bit. Go to the other side of the room and stay there until you calm down.” Ordered CJ, shoving him roughly away. “Now Draco!” She glanced up at Blaise who was watching from a distance. “Keep them over there. I don’t know what kind of mood she’s going to be in when she changes, but if it was me, I’d be pretty angry with the people who got me so angry that I don’t have control over my own body.” She ordered, glaring furiously at Harry and Ron. Blaise nodded in agreement and her attention snapped instantly back to Hermione. “Ok sweetie, don’t fight it, just go with it, like you do at the full moon. Focus on your breathing, keep them deep and even…”

“Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” Snapped Ron from the other side of the room.

“You’ll see soon enough, now would you please SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Replied CJ, barely even sparing him a glare as she tried to calm Hermione down as her body slowly and painfully changed into its 200 pound wolf form. “’Mione, I’m going to have to cut your clothes off ok?” Murmured CJ gently. Hermione shook her head firmly ‘no’. CJ frowned. “Hermione, if I don’t cut them off now, your body will be too big and they’ll begin to dig in and tear off. It’ll be quicker and less painful for me to cut them now, while I still can.” She explained calmly. Hermione paused before nodding as she gritted her teeth through the already agonising transformation. CJ pulled her wand out and began to remove Hermione’s t-shirt and underwear as her arms and legs began to lengthen. All of the boy’s looked away as Hermione began to enter the final stages of the change. Her head began to elongate into a muzzle, her canines grew sharper and larger and fur began to sprout rapidly across her body. Eventually, a huge dark silver and white wolf slumped to the floor, exhausted. CJ stood and rubbed her hands across her face, leaning against the sofa. Hermione stretched her new body out and stood, her tail low and eyes downcast as Ron and Harry watched her in amazement. Ron was the first of the two to move, stepping past Blaise and crouching in front of Hermione, his hand outstretched.

“Hermione?” His voice was quiet as he reached towards her. Suddenly, his fingers were caught in a vice-like grip. He looked up to see CJ. He blinked in surprise, he could have sworn that he didn’t see her move from next to Hermione.

“If you like your fingers attached to your hand, don’t touch a newly turned wolf. They’re testy and they hurt.” She released his fingers and stepped back. Ron withdrew his hand and looked up at Harry, who was stood next to him.

“This is what you’ve been keeping from us?” Asked Harry, his voice barely a whisper. Hermione looked away, her brown eyes full of sorrow. Silently Ron got to his feet and turned away from her, walking towards the portrait with Harry following. Hermione took a couple of steps after them as they left, but CJ stood in her way.

“Leave them, babe, just give them time and they’ll come round.” She spoke quietly, understanding Hermione’s pain. Hermione turned from her and ran up the stairs to her room, leaving everyone stood staring after her wondering what was to come.

A/N: Just to give you some information:The type of werewolf i use in this story is similar to the ones in the twilight saga, but without all the stupid bits likeexcessive body temperature and instantaneous, clothe-shredding change. the change from human to werewolf and vice versa takes anywhere between 10-20 minutes. Think of them as being two beings in one body: wolf and human, hence the two different eye colours. Thanks :)


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