Beastly

Hermione Granger has just dissaparated with Harry and Ron after Yaxley caught a ride with them to Grimmauld place. she gets separated from her friends and winds up at a mysterious old house inhabited by a beast who must find someone to love him before its too late, will she grow to love him or will finding out his true identity overwhelm her growing affections?

Chapter 1; Splinched

Hermione smashed into a towering oak tree with so much force that she was knocked back onto the gravel path beneath her. For a moment she lay dazed and gasping for breath before she recalled what had just happened; Yaxley had followed them to Grimmauld place! she had dissaparated them to the first place she could think of; the forest of dean. Unfortunately, she soon realized looking around, this was not the forest in which she had camped with her parents years before and there was no sign of Harry or Ron. They had somehow been separated. Where in Merlin's name am I?

She was lying on some sort of driveway that was almost hidden from the road by a cluster of trees akin to the one she had met with moments before. She suddenly realized that she had splinched herself. Through the bottom right leg of her trousers she spotted a fast growing warm,dark, red stain. The thought struck her then that either or both of her friends could be lying face down in a puddle of their own blood, separated from one or more of their limbs because of her ineptitude. she prayed that they were safe and sound at her intentioned safe haven. she bit her lip as the pain in her leg stepped it up a notch and she began to feel dizzy.

To top everything off her wand was missing, so she couldn't heal herself, neither did she possess the handbag she had been carrying with her for so long, hopefully the boys would find the essence of dittany she had packed if they needed it. she needed to move, she needed to clean the wound. Hermione squinted down the drive to the large house at the end, there was no illumination within and the lawns and flowerbeds were overgrown so she supposed there was a chance the house was empty. Limping, she passed a garden overflowing with beautiful roses and reached the door. After taking a long, careful breath, she pushed in the door, which she found to be slightly ajar, a closer look showed the door was peeling paint and had rusted hinges. The hall was dark, the chandelier above dusty. her footsteps echoed loudly upon the once polished marble floor potentially alerting anyone who may be lurking about of her presence. shadows that could have hidden many a death eater loomed over her but wary as she was, her vision was swimming before her eyes from the blood loss and she was becoming more and more unsteady on her feet.

Hermione limped through one of the doors leading off the hall, it led into an opulent living room. she made for the couch, hoping to have strength left to tear some materiel from her clothing to bandage up her wound as she simply didn't have the energy to find water let alone clean out her bleeding wound. As she sank onto the couch she noticed the glass that littered the floor from broken photo frames and a huge mirror that loomed over the fireplace. She had just reached out to tear a strip of cloth from her cloak when a voice shattered the silence;

"Granger?"

Hermione jumped up from the couch and turned to see who had spoken. She accidentally leaned down on her injured leg and the explosion of pain stole the breath from her body. All of a sudden the floor rushed up to meet her but she never felt the impact of the hard marble as a pair of strong calloused hands caught her mid air. The last thing she remembered was a very tall person standing above her, their features hidden in shadows.