Hermione spent the rest of the day interviewing patients as they slowly trickled outside. The majority still refused anything to do with the Healers, but there were a good dozen or so that had finally given up and greedily ate the food provided for them. The Healers preformed a few tests and deemed them ok to go enjoy a little bit of freedom and fresh air. Hermione had erected a tent and inside it was simply a one room wizarding tent with beige walls , minimal decorations, and two plush arm chairs and an oak table in between the two. She waited patiently as the charges wandered around basking in the sunlight, or just plain fresh air for those who had vampire in them. She would rather they came to her instead of her forcing them to sit and talk with her.

It had been around an hour after lunch when the first one cautiously stepped through the flaps and scanned the space with a guarded look. She didn't say anything and simply watched him while he still seemed to debate with himself until she saw him roll his shoulders and stalk the rest of the way towards the chair and gracefully seated himself while he still kept his eyes on her.

"Hello, my name is Hermione Granger." She withdrew her notebook and pen and waited until he seemed comfortable enough to say something.

"Malcolm Baddock. And I know who you are. You were three years ahead of he at school." Hermione studied the teen in front of her. He had straw colored hair the reached the middle of his back but looked freshly cleaned and cared for. He had pale skin stretched tightly over his bony figure and onyx colored eyes. She vaguely remembered him from school. Fred and George Weasley had hissed when he was sorted.

"Right, Slytherin. So can you tell me what you remember about your captivity?" She had spent half an hour with Malcolm and received nearly the same story she had from Draco and Theo. She also learned that Malcolm had been turned into a mutated version of a werewolf and had developed some interesting powers. He was able to transform at will, but had complete control over his actions and remembered everything he did during his transformation. He could also change his features to that of his wolf without fully transforming; though the only ones he could change were his eyes, snout, and ears, but it was fascinating nonetheless. She had sent him on his way and waited only a moment or two before the next person sauntered in.

"Zabini. I see you decided to take my advice. How are you feeling." Blaise regarded her with a cool, calculated look. His blue eyes swept over her form and she forced herself to remain still and appear unaffected at his scrutiny. She raised a perfectly plucked brow at him as his gaze finally rested on her face. The olive skinned man sneered at her and sat down in the chair.

"Granger how... nice to see you again. Lets just get this over with. The only thing that really sticks out is one of them had mention a name. Bishop. Dennis Bishop. Other than that we were kept pretty much in the dark. I'm pretty sure they infected me with Veela and Werewolf venom."

"Fascinating! So what kind of effect does it have on you? Which one is dominant? Are you like Draco and have a mate?" She would have sprouted out more questions if Blaise hadn't silenced her with a glare.

"Still the know-it-all I see. Its refreshing to see something's will never change. I don't fully transform, even on a full moon, though my snout and ears seem to. My eyesight is pretty much ten times better that it ever was so it doesn't matter on the full moon, it don't change. As for which one is dominant, I'm positive its the Veela. And the mate thing, I'm not real sure. I guess I kind of have this feeling in me but I talked to Draco about it and he said his was more like a force pushing and pulling him to you. That's all I really know. Now if its all the same to you, I think I've had about all the Gryffindor I can stand for the day." With that blatant dismissal Blaise swept out of the tent without another word to the curly haired witch who looked after him, her mouth agape at the insult.

The afternoon flew by in much the same manner. Most of them regarded her coolly and only told her the absolute most they had to. She had a hulking stack of papers by the time she was done and was disappointed that the only useful piece of information she had gathered was from Zabini. The other stories were all basically the same dark, cold, nothing stuck out. She was interested in the other notes she had though. Some of the combinations of venom and DNA that the patients had been fused with was simply mind blowing, and she had barely scratched the surface. She could feel the old Hermione Granger bursting forth and she was in full research mode.

As the sun set in the sky, she gathered her notes and prepared to leave the tent for the day when she heard the flap open again. She had her back to the entrance and was about to turn around when she felt two solid arms wrap around her torso and pull her to a firm, muscular chest. She was about to protest when she heard the familiar purring. Draco buried his nose in her hair and deeply inhaled. Hermione stiffened and stood stock still in his embrace.

"Draco, what are you doing?" She meant it to come out stern and chastising but it came out more breathy as he caressed her collar bone and her dream came flooding into her mind. He swept her hair back away from her neck and began nipping and suckling the skin between her neck and shoulder making her softly moan and lean into his touch.

"Draco missed his mate. Ready to mark her now." At the last statement, Hermione felt fear flood her system and struggled in his grasp.

"No, Draco let me go! I'm not ready for this. Draco stop!" She was beginning to get hysterical as she shrieked at him to let her go. A musky, masculine scent washed over her and her eyes dropped and her struggles stopped. The Veela pheromones invaded her senses and intoxicated her with lust. He ghosted a hand down her torso down to her thigh where her skirt ended and slowly bunched the material up until he reached her lace boy-cut knickers. He hissed in pleasure as she ground her bum into his arousal and cupped her mound over her knickers. She had her head thrown back against his shoulder and he had just moved her underwear aside and was ready to plunge a finger into her wetness when several Aurors bound in wands drawn.

"Miss Granger! Is everything alright? We heard shouting and arguing." Started from her stupor, Hermione was glad their back were to the opening and could see the full extent of their compromising position. She stepped away from Draco and pulled her skirt down and fixed her hair before turning around. Her cheeks were flaming and she tried discreetly to make sure her hair was covering Draco's handy work before speaking.

"Yes, sorry. It was a minor understanding and Mr. Malfoy here was just on his way back to the Ward." She flashed them what she hoped was a smile before turning to the agitated Veela next to her. She cleared her throat meaningfully and glared at him before scooping up her notes and stomped out of the tent in search for Harry or Ron. She mentally cursed Draco and called him every name she could thing of as she angrily stomped up to the Manor.

"Inconsiderate... Vile... Ferrety... Git... Idiot..." She was muttering under her breath and had herself worked up even more before she found Ron. No surprise when she found him in the eating lounge with a heaping plate of Yorkshire pudding, roasted vegetables, and roast ham and a goblet of pumpkin juice. She finally arrived at his table where he was eating along and plopped her notes on the table startling him and lowering herself into a chair where she placed her face in her hands and let out an irate sigh.

"Everything alright there Hermione?" She just looked at him above her hands and glared. He held his hands up in surrender and turned his attention back to his food. "Alright then, must be that time of the month." He thought he had said it low enough under his breath that his best friend wouldn't be able to hear it but he was mistaken. Hermione leaned over and smacked him on the back of the head. "Ow! Blimey that hurt! What's got your knickers in a twist then?"

"Have you no tact Ronald?" He was saved from a further tongue lashing when Pansy sauntered over followed by one of her co workers and Ginny. The trio had sat down before they finally noticed the glare on Hermione's face directed at Ron. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"What did my dear brother do now?" Before Hermione could answer, Pansy was up out of her seat again and yanking Hermione's hair to the side.

"Who gave that hickey?" Hermione tried frantically to pull her hair back over it but Pansy was having none of it as she leaned closed to get a better look. "Its fresh too. Ooooo, Draco got ahold of you didn't he? Saw him leave the Ward earlier, thought he was being sneaky did he?" Hermione's face had heated up in embarrassment again and finally Pansy relinquished her hair back to her and Hermione pulled it back in place but the damage was already done.

"Draco, as in Draco Malfoy? That prat did that to you?" Ron's face was steadily turning purple. Oh boy, this was sure to be good.

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