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Hermione Reparo	By : Kit_Stella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20416 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hi Guys,
Here's a new chapter to start off the week. Ever since my story has a real title I have a lot more views so please don't forget to review! Speaking of which, thanks to Apothic and Motekelm for reviewing! I try and take into consideration all comments and suggestions so long as the criticism remains constructive. :-)
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And now, all that's left to say is: enjoy this new chapter, I'm quite happy with it if I do say so myself ;-)
KS

Chapter 9: Werewolf

As she arrived towards the top of the divination tower, Hermione ran into Professor Trelawney who was balancing a couple of crystal balls in her arms as she attempted to descend the stairs without letting one fall. The teacher lifted her eyes and spotted the younger witch a few steps down. She looked at her questioningly. It was no secret that divination was far from Hermione’s favourite subject so it was a wonder what reason could bring her to this part of the school on a Saturday.
“Miss Granger, whatever are you doing here?” she asked while tilting her head to the side.
In that moment, Hermione realized that she hadn’t thought this through. However was she going to get through to the professor to be able to speak with Ron? She had to think fast…Good think that was one of her specialties.
“Um, I heard Professor Sprout was looking for you.” By the wishful look on the older witches face, Hermione knew her first intuition about her was correct and that she had a thing for her fellow professor.
“She is?” Professor Trelawney said dreamily “What about?” she attempted to readjust her glasses whilst balancing the balls.
Hermione went to grab one of the balls to help her out and with what she hoped was a very innocent look she said:
“I’m not quite sure, but I think it would be best to hurry, it did seem quite urgent.”
With the hopeful look on the teachers face, Hermione knew she had caught her interest.
“Very well, very well, child”, she gave Hermione the other crystal ball as she looked at her reflection in the window, attempting to tame her hair with her fingers in a way that actually made it look worse. “You are a Prefect, correct?” she said casually.
“I am indeed.” Hermione replied. Delighted at the turn this conversation was taking.
“Well then, be a dear and look over the students who are currently in detention.” Professor Trelawney said with a vague hand gesture towards the classroom overhead. “I shouldn’t be too long.” She finished as she hurried down the stairs, unable to hide the smile that spread from ear to ear.
Hermione smirked whilst looking at the witch hurry off. Then she realized that there was a fair chance the witch could climb back up those stairs shortly – realizing Hermione’s ruse – and by then she had to be gone. So now was the time to act quickly, Hermione told herself.
She entered the class where she found Ronald cleaning up on one side with a broom whilst Lavender seemed to be dusting the dirt off some crystal balls at the other end of the room. Both looked up upon hearing the door open and looked like deer caught in headlights. Neither dared say anything.
Hermione walked towards Lavender and thrust the two balls into the surprised witches arms. Whilst Lavender was doing her best not to let them fall Hermione turned towards her boyfriend.
For a while neither of them said anything…then, Ronald lifted his eyes towards Hermione’s angry glare, trying his best don’t-be-mad-at-me-I-hope-I-can-get-away-with-this” look. She simply sighed and said:
“We need to talk.”
Ron started getting very red in the face, and while rubbing the back of his neck, he looked back at Lavender as if he was hesitating for a bit. Finally, he seemed to come to a decision.
“Yeah, ok.” He said softly.
He set the broom aside as he took Hermione’s arm and led her out of the classroom.
Seeing the look he had given the other witch, Hermione couldn’t help herself and blurted out:
“Are the rumours true?”
“That really depends on what you heard, ‘Mione.” Ron answered.
“Please, don’t call me that.” she said, irritated, “Did you…get caught…engaging in sexual activities with Lavender?” Hermione managed to squeeze out almost painfully.
“What?!?” Ron cried “Is that what you heard?!? Nooo, Hermione,-”
“Then why would professor Trelawney actually give you detention” Hermione cut him mid-phrase.
He looked back towards the classroom and started talking in a more hushed tone.
“You know, during the battle, well, Lav got bit by a werewolf?”
“Um, no actually I really wasn’t aware of that” Hermione replied, a look of surprise on her face.
“Well, yeah, she got bit and some healer was able to give her an antidote but, for it to fully cure her it takes up to a year.” He explained.
“Oookay, Ron, but that still doesn’t tell me-”
“Please, Hermione, please for once let me finish.” Ron replied firmly.
At first, she was taken aback by his reaction but, seeing the truth what he told her – bad habit of hers, always interrupting – she remained silent.
“You see, should she face any big frustration, it could completely ruin the antidote. I mean, by their very nature, werewolves are quite vulnerable and even irritable and the more they try to fight it, the more chances they have of making their change permanent.”
“I didn’t know that” Hermione said, not necessarily to him. She was shocked that he should know more about the subject than her. She had done her fair share of research about it, especially during her third year at Hogwarts once she figured her Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was one, but truthfully she had never spent a lot of time reading into cures.
“As I was saying,” Ron said, giving her a sideways glare, “To not become too frustrated, Lavender has to bite at least one person a month.”
“Pardon me, what?” Hermione said in disbelief.
“Yeah, it has something to do with core werewolf instincts and to be able to cure herself of them, she mustn’t fight them but more like, work with them.”
“That actually does make sense in a very weird way.” Hermione said and with a bit more thought “So what are you saying,” Hermione said, piecing two and two together, “Is Lavender biting you?”
“Well, you see” Ron started, as he started getting red in the face all over again, “She was seeing this bloke and so she could pull off the biting as just being quite…um…passionate.”
“Spare me the details, please.” Hermione said dryly.
“She doesn’t actually have to really bite, like, till there’s blood. No, just the act of bringing her teeth down on someone else and biting, is enough to answer to the werewolf instinct thing. So, um, this bloke, a real tosser if you ask me, well, he broke it off with her when he found out about her being bitten by a werewolf. And, well, we got talking and she was getting quite worried, - it’d been almost a month, you see – and she was frightened of turning full werewolf. And, next thing I knew, well I was offering to help her out, I would be the one she’d bite.”
“Sooo, Professor Trelawney just walked in on her biting you?”
“Yeah” Ron said as he looked down at his hands on his knees.
“I can see how that’s something that could be quite misleading, but still, how did the rumour go from that to you going down on her.”
With that latest comment Ronald turned an even brighter shade of red.
“Well, see Hermione…the thing is…the act of biting…well…it kinda brings her… Ummmm…pleasure.”
“What?”
“Like o-orgasms.” Ron explained, his face now an impossible shade of red.
“I got what you meant, thank you very much.” Hermione snapped.
“I just though-” he started.
“Stop speaking.” Hermione said holding her hand up and pinching the bridge of her nose.
“…”
“…”
Hermione recapped:
“Trelawney walked in on the both of you – Lavender biting you and…coming at the same time.”
Ronald didn’t have to answer; the look on his face said it all.
“Wow” Hermione said, looking straight in front of her. She didn’t know what to make of all this. She was just getting her head around the whole thing, readying herself to accept it all when Ron cleared his throat. He made to grab Hermione’s hand back as she shifted it in a way that made it seem that his mere touch might burn her. Ron then said:
“That’s all that happened, Hermione, I swear. I never meant to hurt you…”
“Why do I have a feeling there’s a “But” ” Hermione began looking at Ron sideways.
“Buuut, Hermione, do you know how good it felt to be able to help her? To help someone? I mean, I love you, but I mean, don’t pretend you’re fine, I know you aren’t, I can see it everytime we’re together alone, and I just feel so awful because I feel like I can’t help heal you. I don’t know how, all I seem to do is wrong for you.”
“I don’t-” Hermione began to protest. Some truths were hard to hear.
“But I can help Lav…and Hermione, that really makes me feel good about myself, especially now…after all we’ve been through…” he said squeezing her hand.
“…”
“I really do love you, Hermione, but, I mean, I don’t think I can be the kind of boyfriend you need.”
And there it was. The truth. The truth she knew and the one he apparently knew too. It took him a while to get to it but she was thankful it came from him. She wasn’t sure she could have brought herself to say those words. She was very loyal and as much as she knew this relationship wasn’t right deep down, she couldn’t bring herself to speak those words first.
“Do you think we could…could we go back to being friends like before?” he asked her hopefully.
“You know what Ron,” Hermione said after a moment. She turned to her friend and a smile formed on her face. “I think I’d really like that.”
They both smiled at eachother and giggled together. Hermione’s eye’s glistened with tears but she was feeling a mix of things – a small part of sadness for their relationship to end – and a bigger part of happiness regarding where they were now. Seeing the emotion written on her face, Ron’s arms circled around her in a friendly hug and the stayed like that for what seemed like ages.
Hermione hadn’t told him about her kiss with Malfoy, but it seemed at this point, it was no longer necessary to share said information with him. It would only cause him pain and that just really went against everything she wanted. She was happy she had found her old friend again. She missed laughing with him, and it seemed like ever since they returned to Hogwarts, they just never did that anymore.

Now, honestly speaking: is Ron really a bad guy?
Clumsy maybe, but not a bad guy...not really...
That's what I was going for actually...

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