The Night of the Full Moon

The Night of the Full Moon

Draco smiled to himself. This is it, the ultimate revenge. The stupid know-it-all mudblood will regret the day she laughed at a Malfoy. The potion was almost complete. He knew that this was powerful Dark magic, but when had that stopped him before?

He could just see the look on her face, trying to fight her feelings for him, until she finally gave up and surrendered herself to his will.

Revenge is sweet.

Hermione sat at the Griffindor table, eating hurriedly. She was going to be late for DADA and the last thing she wanted to do, was to be late for Professor Lupin.

He had returned after three years, three years of fighting Voldemort and his followers. And he had won. After that, Dumbledore had insisted he return, not just for the DADA position, but also to keep a lookout for another uprising. Hermione had been overjoyed when he returned; she was only sad that, as this was her final year, she would only have one year as his pupil.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a drawling voice. "Granger, how are you?"

She stared at Draco, speechless. Why is he being so nice to me?

He waited for her to answer

"I'm fine Malfoy. How are you?" she said, searching the top of his head for the scars that come with a brain transplant.

Whilst they were discussing the various merits of Hogwarts a History, Crabbe poured some of the potion in the two cups of tea next to Hermione.

"Anyway, I have to go now." Draco said, watching Crabbe. "Nice talking to you mudblood." He smirked, then left, Crabbe and Goyle trailing him as always.

Hermione shook her head in disbelief. I'll never understand that boy.

She glanced at her watch. Great, now I'm late for class.

She gathered up her things and drank the rest of her tea hurriedly. I'll bring the other cup for Professor Lupin, I know how much he appreciates a good cup of Darjeeling.

Draco grinned. He rarely even smiled, but this was .....perfect. All he needed to do was ensure that she would be looking at him when she woke up. He opened the door to the DADA classroom and sat on the teacher's desk. His thoughts were interrupted by the door opening.

"Hello, Draco," Professor Lupin entered and Draco scowled. Professor Lupin was always trying to be friendly to him, even though Draco was nothing but rude. Then again, he was friendly to everyone. It was really quite frustrating.

"If you don't mind, Draco, I'd rather you wait outside with the other students until I'm ready. I have some business to take care of."

Draco left, glad to be free of the troublesome Professor.

Remus stared at the goblet on the table. Snape must have left the wolfsbane earlier than usual. Ever since he started teaching at Hogwarts again, he had to take the vile potion so that he could remain in control of his mind even when he turned into a werewolf. He took the goblet to his lips and drank.

Suddenly Hermione burst in, holding a cup of tea.

"Hi Professor Lupin, I thought you might need a caffeine fix, seeing as you have Slytherins and Gryffindors next." She smiled.

Remus took it gratefully. She really does have the most beautiful smile, he thought carelessly.

"Anyway, Professor I had a really important question for you regarding Boggarts. Is it true that......."

All of a sudden, Hermione grabbed her stomach, her face contorted in agony and collapsed unconscious, on the floor. Remus would have helped her if he hadn't experienced the same gut- wrenching pain in his stomach a few seconds later. He struggled to remain conscious, but in vain. After a few minutes, he too, collapsed in a heap on the floor.