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It's the best feeling in the world, our palms sweaty, your breathing erratic, but then you pick up that black and white electric guitar and nothing else seems to matter.

Harry knew they were up to something. Hermione would sneak off at all hours of the night, and Malfoy always sent those annoyingly "superior" looks to Ron. But what they were up to was much more than even he wanted to find out. (D/Hr, mild hint of H/G if you look real hard.)

A five hundred and fifty word drabble on why Tonks and Fleur feel a certain pull to werewolves. Hey, it's all in the animal magnetism!