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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
5,354
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Monster
Title: Monster
Set: Lilac
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU/AR
Summary: #10 – Monster. ‘The girl was never there, it's always the same, I'm running towards nothing, again and again and again and again…’ ‘A Forest’ by The Cure.
Word Count: 687 words.
Author's Notes: This set of drabbles is based off of ‘Little Red Riding Hood,’ you can read the fairy story here: http://www.tonightsbedtimestory.com/little-red-riding-hood/
#10 – Monster
Hermione’s crimson cloak fluttered behind her, as she ran through the trees, like a bloody banner. The snow on the ground was barely disturbed under her booted feet, and she glided along the forest floor like a floating leaf. Power surged through her body, and her keen eyes caught sight of the deer as it leapt over the brook to escape. It would not.
Remus tackled the beast to the ground, as had been planned, and as Hermione came to a halt at his feet, his dirty hands grasped the deer’s head and snapped the slender neck like a twig.
Streams of heated breath came no more from the deer’s nostrils, but as Hermione knelt next to the deer, she could feel its body heat.
It was a full moon that night, and she remembered it would be her sixth since the night she had been bitten. She watched as Remus grasped the deer’s neck, lifting it up with the strength impossible for a mere man.
“Mine…” he whispered as he slung the deer over his shoulder.
Hermione sniffed the air icy air, smelling that the pack was close, waiting for their meal.
“Well done.”
She grinned, her fangs flashing in the muted light of a cloudy day.
Hermione knew what she was, and though as a girl the prospect of being ‘turned’ frightened her, she relished in the power of her affliction.
Hermione Granger had become a monster.
Remus sniffed the air as morning came, his body returning to man shape. She was near, having chased a rabbit out of sport a half mile away. He could smell her human scent again, and knew that she would need her human clothes before the cold of winter hurt her furless body.
He found her crimson red cloak hanging from a low branch along the path. He had transformed near to where he left his cloak in the hollow knot of a tree, and as he wrapped himself in it, he lifted her cloak to his nose to inhale her unique scent. To him, she smelled like sunlight and wildflowers, an intoxicating scent.
She was curled up in a small cave, shivering as the snow-laden clouds began to brighten over the forest. He dropped her cloak over her body, her long curly hair hiding her breasts, her lips tinged blue, and her preternatural amber eyes hooded with exhaustion.
He drew her back into the shallow cave where the wind could not reach and the snow had not blown onto the soft earth. He pressed his back into the rock and let her fold into his open arms, pulling her against his chest. Smelling her throat, he licked at her pulse point. Her hip pressed into his pelvis, and immediately he felt his cock stiffen.
Remus growled softly as she laid her ear over his heart, upon his bare chest. He was too tired to go back to their pack and to the warmth of their cave over a mile away. Moon time was the wolf’s strongest and weakest moments. When they had rested sufficiently, they would rejoin the pack.
She sighed against him, so small that she was almost obscured by his tattered cloak. Her clawed hand curled against his thigh, a delightful scratch tearing into his skin. Remus growled deeper, his mate tempting him though she too was too exhausted from the change to do much more than sleep.
He wanted her. He always wanted her.
The ‘once upon a time’ part of Hermione’s story was over. In her crimson cloak, she had lost her way in the forest, and was confronted by a wolf. Little Red Riding Hood, she was not. The wolf did not devour her and there was no woodsman to save her.
Little Red Riding Hood had become the Wolf’s mate. There was a sexual awakening, of a sort, and Hermione let herself be taken along. Lust, passion, domination, it was part of a wilder, repressed nature that had always existed in her. With the repression gone, Hermione did not care about the strictures and rules of her old life. She was free.
THE END
Set: Lilac
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU/AR
Summary: #10 – Monster. ‘The girl was never there, it's always the same, I'm running towards nothing, again and again and again and again…’ ‘A Forest’ by The Cure.
Word Count: 687 words.
Author's Notes: This set of drabbles is based off of ‘Little Red Riding Hood,’ you can read the fairy story here: http://www.tonightsbedtimestory.com/little-red-riding-hood/
#10 – Monster
Hermione’s crimson cloak fluttered behind her, as she ran through the trees, like a bloody banner. The snow on the ground was barely disturbed under her booted feet, and she glided along the forest floor like a floating leaf. Power surged through her body, and her keen eyes caught sight of the deer as it leapt over the brook to escape. It would not.
Remus tackled the beast to the ground, as had been planned, and as Hermione came to a halt at his feet, his dirty hands grasped the deer’s head and snapped the slender neck like a twig.
Streams of heated breath came no more from the deer’s nostrils, but as Hermione knelt next to the deer, she could feel its body heat.
It was a full moon that night, and she remembered it would be her sixth since the night she had been bitten. She watched as Remus grasped the deer’s neck, lifting it up with the strength impossible for a mere man.
“Mine…” he whispered as he slung the deer over his shoulder.
Hermione sniffed the air icy air, smelling that the pack was close, waiting for their meal.
“Well done.”
She grinned, her fangs flashing in the muted light of a cloudy day.
Hermione knew what she was, and though as a girl the prospect of being ‘turned’ frightened her, she relished in the power of her affliction.
Hermione Granger had become a monster.
Remus sniffed the air as morning came, his body returning to man shape. She was near, having chased a rabbit out of sport a half mile away. He could smell her human scent again, and knew that she would need her human clothes before the cold of winter hurt her furless body.
He found her crimson red cloak hanging from a low branch along the path. He had transformed near to where he left his cloak in the hollow knot of a tree, and as he wrapped himself in it, he lifted her cloak to his nose to inhale her unique scent. To him, she smelled like sunlight and wildflowers, an intoxicating scent.
She was curled up in a small cave, shivering as the snow-laden clouds began to brighten over the forest. He dropped her cloak over her body, her long curly hair hiding her breasts, her lips tinged blue, and her preternatural amber eyes hooded with exhaustion.
He drew her back into the shallow cave where the wind could not reach and the snow had not blown onto the soft earth. He pressed his back into the rock and let her fold into his open arms, pulling her against his chest. Smelling her throat, he licked at her pulse point. Her hip pressed into his pelvis, and immediately he felt his cock stiffen.
Remus growled softly as she laid her ear over his heart, upon his bare chest. He was too tired to go back to their pack and to the warmth of their cave over a mile away. Moon time was the wolf’s strongest and weakest moments. When they had rested sufficiently, they would rejoin the pack.
She sighed against him, so small that she was almost obscured by his tattered cloak. Her clawed hand curled against his thigh, a delightful scratch tearing into his skin. Remus growled deeper, his mate tempting him though she too was too exhausted from the change to do much more than sleep.
He wanted her. He always wanted her.
The ‘once upon a time’ part of Hermione’s story was over. In her crimson cloak, she had lost her way in the forest, and was confronted by a wolf. Little Red Riding Hood, she was not. The wolf did not devour her and there was no woodsman to save her.
Little Red Riding Hood had become the Wolf’s mate. There was a sexual awakening, of a sort, and Hermione let herself be taken along. Lust, passion, domination, it was part of a wilder, repressed nature that had always existed in her. With the repression gone, Hermione did not care about the strictures and rules of her old life. She was free.
THE END