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I Am Wolf	By : LadyFreak Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13916 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor to I make any money from this story. These characters are JKR's, I just play with them.

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A/N: Very sorry for the break between chapters. I finished up one story, have been working on this and suddenly got the idea for another one. As much as i love writing, i'm being pulled in many directions right now. Hopefully this longer chapter makes up for my absence.

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Howls are heard throughout the forest. Is she running towards or away from them?

She smells her golden wolf approaching and continues her run. He tumbles into her and pushes her onto her side. They snap at one another and fight for dominance. Panting they lay side by side as the golden wolf licks her muzzle. She whimpers, but doesn’t move away. Each lick burns but is followed by a cooling sensation.

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Upon waking Hermione realized that it was dark once again and she had slept through the day. Madame Pomfrey was applying a salve to her face. “I removed the glamour dear” she said. “ This should be the last application of the salve. I’m afraid there will be some scarring, but it will only be visible when up close.”

“Thank you Poppy” she said when the witch had completed. Her voice sounded odd to her and she tried clearing her throat. Crap, this may be permanent, she thought. She let out a heavy sigh. “Where are Draco and Severus?” she asked, standing up and stretching her legs.

“Well… Severus is at the ministry actually… “ Hermione looked confused. “Because he was a Death Eater, they are making him stand trial.”

“They WHAT!?” Hermione screamed out. “And Draco?” she watched as the older witch wrung her hands together. “Poppy what about Draco?”

The older witch sighed heavily. “My dear, you know already. He was also taken into custody.”

Hermione threw her covers off and headed for the door. “Why didn’t anyone wake me? Why did you all just leave me here sleeping while this happened?”

“Hermione there was nothing you could do. Please… relax.”

“I. Will. Not.” She growled out. Poppy took a step back as she watched the younger witch’s eyes glow amber. Surprised that the nurse was afraid, Hermione closed her eyes and took a breath. “I’m sorry Poppy. I just… I can’t just… sit here and do nothing.”

They heard a bustle outside the room door and Hermione turned to see Harry and Ron standing there. “I guess you’ve heard?” Harry asked.

Hermione ran into his arms. “What am I going to do? I can’t do this without them. Severus can’t be left there to his own mind.” She took a deep breath and then whispered for his ears only, “Harry, Severus was with Remus.” Hermione pulled back and looked into his emerald green eyes. She watched as understanding appeared on his face.

“Shit” he said softly. “So that was why…”

“Yes” She answered, not wanting to relive how they found him.

“Hermione, Dumbledore left a pensieve with all of his meetings with Snape. They prove he ordered Snape to kill him. He may need more testimony, but we have a lot of people in the order.”

Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment. “I need to testify. I want to testify. He saved my life, Harry. I consider him family.” She heard Ron scoff behind Harry. “Ron, you and Harry are my brothers. I just lost my father, I still need to find my mom and dad, and Severus saved my life.” She looked between the two. “He saved our lives more than once!”

“Alright ‘Mione” Harry tried to calm her down. “Let’s talk to Madam Pomfrey about you leaving or not.”

“She said today was the last application of the salve.”

“What about the scars? Are you going to have those burns on your face?” Ron asked

Hermione faced the red head, her amber eyes glowing dangerously. “You, Ronald Weasley, are an insensitive git.” She growled out at him. She took a deep breath and continued in her scratchy voice “But to answer your question, I will have some scarring, but most of it will heal.” She fought the tears at her eyes. She knew she would do it all over again, even knowing the after effects. She cleared her throat. “I’m not sure about my voice though…” she trailed off and looked at the nurse.

“Given a week or two with some focused potions and your voice will be fine. We really need Severus back for those as well as my other potions stock.” She sighed heavily as she looked at the young witch. “You are free to go to the ministry.” Hermione jumped into the older witch’s arms. “If you begin to feel pain or become dizzy or… just feel unwell, come straight back. Do you understand?”

“Yes, of course Poppy, thank you.” Hermione said smiling.

“Bring our bat back, will you?” the nurse asked with a sad smile.

Harry replied this time “We’ll do everything we can, Madam Pomfrey.”

An hour later found Hermione, Harry, and Ron walking into the ministry of magic with Tonks and a guard of aurors.

The photographers were out in full force that afternoon. Hermione, self conscious about her face, but refusing to use a glamour, pulled her hood up to cover herself.

“Miss Granger, how are you feeling?…Severus Snape… Death Eater…why are you here? Draco Malfoy and you…”

The questions all tied together. Hermione ignored them the best she could, but she could feel her anger radiating. Harry stood beside her and tried to hold her hand but she shook him off. “I’m sorry Harry, not now, alright?” She needed the touch of her pack. She considered Harry family, but the wolf didn’t quite recognize him.

She watched Harry whisper something at Tonks who turned and glanced at Hermione. They made it to the lift and the Aurors guarded the group.

Tonks brandished her wand at the advancing photographers. “Think about stepping a toe on this lift or following us and I will have your jobs.” The cameras were going off for a second before, with a flick of Tonk’s wand, they all turned to ash.

Hermione pressed herself against the back of the lift, trying to calm her agitation. “Fuck.” She spit out. “I’m sorry you guys.”

“It’s okay ‘Mione.” Ron and Harry said together.

She looked over them to see if they were just being condescending… she could tell Harry wasn’t. She supposed Ron was just being ignorant to what had happened.

When the lift stopped, the group came out of the lift to a round of applause, but was rushed forward into a small room. Hermione kept her hood up blocking her face. She heard the door open and close announcing the arrival of their interviewer.

“Miss Granger, could you please remove your hood?” Kingsley Shacklebolt, Head Auror and acting Minister of Magic told her.

She looked up at the man in front of her. War had been rough on him, but he was still here. She smiled at him from the shadow of her hood, “I’d rather not, but if it is completely necessary, then I will.” She watched the man in front of her for a reaction as she lowered her hood. There it is, she thought. The wince of the eyes. I know how I look Minister, no worries. She smiled sadly at him.

“Thank you.” She nodded. “Now I understand you would like to testify in the cases of Mr. Severus Snape and Mr. Draco Malfoy?”

“Actually, I will be testifying for Severus, but not for Draco. As much as I wish I could, I was not present for his activity with the order.” She looked at Harry.

“However Minister,” the spectacled boy started, “I was present for many meetings in which Mr. Draco Malfoy attended. I believe Mr. Snape tested young Malfoy under veritaserum for his entry into the order. Perhaps they will agree to the use of it in the Wizengamot?” He let that thought settle before continuing. “We also have many order members who can testify to young Malfoy attacking Death Eaters throughout the battle, and not being seen attacking anyone on the side of light.

“Both men were also responsible for the retrieval of Miss Granger to the hospital wing.” Hermione’s head snapped in his direction. “Without their swift actions she may have been lost to us.” He held Hermione’s hand and squeezed.

Kingsley looked shocked for a moment before continuing. “Mr. Weasley?”

“I was also present at the meetings which Draco Malfoy attended.” Ron replied simply.

He pulled some parchment and quills from his briefcase and handed it to Harry and Hermione. When Ron looked out questioningly, Kingsley explained, “Your hatred of Draco Malfoy goes beyond this war. I fear your past will play against you on the stand.” Ron nodded, although he was red faced.

Harry spent a half hour writing his testimony while Hermione spent more than an hour. Even then, they had to force her to stop. “But…”

“Miss Granger, with Dumbledore’s Pensieve and the many testimonies we have, everything will turn out well.”

“How much longer until the trials?”

“In a couple of days. Both will be held within a day of each other. These are high profile cases.” He arranged the parchment in front of him. “If there’s nothing else?” They shook their heads. “You will be summoned if the need arises. Your testimonies will be sent to the Wizengamot as well as both representatives.”

Hermione held out her scarred hand, again noticing the wince in the corner of the older wizard’s eyes. He shook it without question though. “Thank you for taking the time and meeting with us Kingsley. Minister.” She smiled at him.

“Not at all. Tonks, could you lead them back? You can use my floo and keep them away from the photographers.”

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The days passed slowly. Upon returning to the castle, people quickly learned to stay away from Hermione Granger. The usually calm and collected girl was now impatient and snappish. Harry and Poppy were the only two people who could calm her down or approach her without consequence.

That may have been because it was ‘Green Eyes’ and the nurse who saved her life. Either way, people knew.

After a couple of hours of ranting the first day, Hermione decided to make potions for Madam Pomfrey. The nurse wasn’t sure if she would use what the girl made, but was happy to give Hermione something to keep her busy.

Hermione, the brightest witch of her age, had no issues about making the potions. She quickly got into a routine and was able to finish half the needed potions by the end of the first day.

The next morning, Harry brought her a light breakfast of oatmeal, juice and fruit. It was easier for her to swallow, but her voice was still scratchy.

She returned to the lab to finish up the needed potions. There were some she would not attempt as they were not typical hospital potions- like the ones used on her face and hands… and the one needed to finish healing her throat.

Harry tried to get her out of the lab at lunchtime, but was turned away quickly. Hermione knew that she was scaring a lot of people, but didn’t care. She was focused on what she needed to do… so that she didn’t have to think about what was really happening… or what had happened already.

Around dinnertime, Harry returned to pull her away from the labs. “Hermione, you skipped lunch and I let you, not wanting to argue. Now you have to come to dinner.”

“I don’t want to be in public, Harry.” She said. “I don’t want the stares. Have you seen my face? Do you hear my voice?”

“Are you embarrassed, Hermione? You saved the wizarding world, not me. Without you, I would be dead and Voldemort would have won!”

“I’m not embarrassed of the feat… not embarrassed of how I got the scars, but I am embarrassed of the scars. Especially after Ron…”

Harry cut her off. “Have you looked in the mirror lately Hermione?” He watched her shake her head as two tears made their way down her cheeks. Harry walked up to her and conjured a floor length mirror. He stood behind her and held her chin in his hand. “Look, Hermione. Look.”

She slowly opened her eyes and gasped. “Oh my…” her chin quivered at the sight.

There was no more raw pink skin, there was no huge burn scar on her face. She lifted a tentative hand, convinced Harry had put a glamour on her face. There was a slight bump under her hands and upon closer inspection, Hermione could see the very light scarring that was left behind. If she were to tan it would definitely be visible, but with her light skin, no one would know.

“I just love magic, don’t you?” Harry said with a small smile.

Hermione gave him a watery smile. “Thank you Harry.”

“No, Hermione. I could never thank you enough.” He hugged her tightly and vanished the mirror. “Are you about done with these potions?”

“Yeah, just let me clean up.”

Fifteen minutes later found the duo walking towards the great hall. Harry had warned Hermione that there were still a lot of people hanging around. Families of people in the hospital wing, students now orphaned as well as members of the Order were all staying at the castle now.

Even with the warning, Hermione was surprised at the crowd. It may have been because of the standing applause they gave her on entry, but it seemed like there were a lot more people than she had ever seen in the place. She tried to back out of the double doors, but Harry nudged her forward.

They walked to the head table and were greeted enthusiastically by all present. Most were glad to see her out of the dungeon and said as much. “Well, I’ve got Poppy caught up on her potions for the hospital wing… well at least those I dared to venture. I’m afraid there were a few beyond my reach.”

“Nonsense my dear!” Poppy admonished. “I’m so grateful for the help. And so are my patients.” The nurse began chuckling and was soon followed by Hermione. Harry was happy to see his friend smiling and enjoyed the time as best he could. They sat beside Ron, as was expected.

The first words out of Ron’s mouth wiped the smile off Hermione’s face “Wow, you look great! No scars then?”

Hermione turned to Harry and ignored the red head for the rest of the night.

Later that night she returned to her room in the hospital wing to get some rest. She had refused to give up her bed and had also restricted the house elves from cleaning the linens. They smelled of her mate and Severus and she didn’t want to give that up.

Hermione dreamed again that night, and hoped it was just her overactive imagination and not reality.
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