A/N: This is my submission for dulce-de-leche-go's spooky-scary-dulce-ween challenge on tumblr. I love Halloween so much, so I really enjoyed writing this challenge! It was inspired by the song Little Red Riding Hood from Sam the Sham. I hope that you enjoy this little bit of Halloween fun! You can follow me on tumblr (nauticalparamour) where I post sneak peeks, story updates and answer questions.

Huge thank you to Kreeblimsabs and Heeley for alpha reading this!

Please let me know what you thought. Happy Halloween!

Hermione had muttered to herself the whole time she'd been packing up her textbooks at the library in preparation for her long trek back to her apartment. She couldn't believe that her friends would blow off their regular study session just because it was Halloween. Sure, the bar was doing some kind of asinine special - free drinks for barely there costumes, or the like - but it was a school night.

Ginny had been eager to try out her new fake id, and was gushing over wearing her Little Mermaid costume. Harry could never say no to his girlfriend, so he went along too, despite Hermione's warnings that he needed to pass his chemistry exam if he was going to keep his athletic scholarship. Ron was so wrapped up in his new girlfriend, Lavender, that he didn't even think twice about saying no. Even Neville had been swept up in the Halloween spirit. All except for boring Hermione.

Well, Hermione had thought snidely, boring Hermione was going to pass her differential equations midterm later that week.

But, it still meant that she would have the make the lonely walk back to Grandma's apartments all by her lonesome. Wrapping her red pea coat around her a bit tighter, she got to the part of her walk that she hated.

Hogwarts University campus was very spread out, but it hugged the Black Lake. Only, there was a significant part of the path that went through the Forbidden Forest, which was always a bit eerie even with walking companions. When you were by yourself, late at night, the moon round in the sky...well, Hermione was remembering all those talks from when she was just a fresher, about the buddy system.

The wind blew through the trees, making her shudder when the cold penetrated her jacket. The rattling leaves sounded sinister, and branches shook and groaned, almost as if they were trying to reach out and grab her. She almost expected a Vincent Price monologue to run through her head.

Her ears strained to identify each and every sound, while the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. There was a crunching she could hear that didn't quite match up with the cadence of her steps, which could only mean one thing…

...she wasn't alone on the path.

Lengthening her stride, Hermione tried to outpace the other person on the path, not wanting to cross paths, while her heart was threatening to beat right out of her chest. To her dismay, the other person seemed to speed up, too.

Keeping her wide eyes facing forward, she didn't want to turn and make eye contact with her pursuer. Until he called out for her. "Hey there, little red." The voice came from right beside her.

She couldn't stop the snort of laughter from bubbling up. She cocked her head to the side to see the man who spoke. "What does that make you, the big bad wolf?" She teased, completely unapologetic for her sassy tone. Hermione wasn't exactly looking for a walking companion, so she could hope that she scared him off with her rudeness.

The feral grin that he gave her made her catch her breath. He was huge - at least a foot taller than she was, and broad. The sweater he wore was probably a bit too small as it could barely hold in the bunching muscle it covered. He had long hair tied back low on his neck and he looked every bit a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"That depends. Are you going to Grandma's place?" He teased her back, not in the least bit bothered with her tone. His voice was deep and gravely, causing a shiver to run up Hermione's spine. She wondered where this man came from. She was sure she would have noticed him around campus before. He certainly wasn't traditionally attractive like Gilderoy Lockhart, the Creative Writing Professor, but there was no denying that he was attractive, utterly masculine.

"Actually, yes." Hermione told him with a blush. "Grandma's Apartments." She didn't know what compelled her to tell a complete stranger about where she lived, but she couldn't take it back now.

"Allow me to accompany you then. I am headed to the labs just past Grandma's." He said, again with that feral smile. Was it Hermione's imagination or did his canine teeth seem a bit more like fangs? "I don't think a girl as pretty as you should be walking alone in these spooky old woods. I'll keep you safe."

Hermione blushed at the compliment. It had been a very long time since someone had called her pretty. She didn't know what it was about the bulky man, but she felt decidedly unsafe with him. As though he might just gobble her up. Her blush intensified at that thought. "What are you doing at the labs?" She asked, politely, wanting to get her mind out of gutter.

"I am a professor." He said succinctly, as though it would tell her why he was headed to the lab so late at night. Perhaps he was involved in a sleep study. "Fenrir Greyback." He introduced himself.

"A professor of what?" Hermione asked, this time, actually curious.

He looked down at her, before turning his head back to the road ahead of him. "Animal behavior."

Hermione scrunched her nose in frustration. He certainly was a man of few words so far. But, she supposed that was an interesting field. "Oh? I actually went to a fascinating lecture by Professor Lupin-" He cut her off with a snort. "What, don't you like Professor Lupin?"

"We just have differing opinions. He and I both specialize in wolves." Hermione tried to keep the smile off of her face, thinking that her earlier assessment of him as a werewolf was perhaps a bit more apt. "I think there are certain things in a wolf's nature that can't be suppressed...no matter how much Lupin tries to suppress them. Sometimes, you can't fight nature's instinct." From the way he said it, it sounded as if he had personal knowledge of the struggle.

Hermione couldn't help but think that a lecture from Fenrir would be completely different from the lecture she'd seen Lupin give. Sure, Lupin was a very nice, respectable man - even a little bit shabby - but she doubted he could keep her attention like the veritable giant man walking her home. She was sure she'd be on the edge of her seat, but not for the intellectual stimulation.

In the distance, they could hear a lone wolf howling to the moon, before several others joined in. Hermione felt another shiver race up and down her spine. The thought of wolves living so close to her was a bit unsettling, especially when Fenrir talked about wolves following their instincts. She knew it was preposterous, but he almost talked about it as though he had first hand knowledge.

A nervous laugh bubbled from her, trying to create a more jovial atmosphere between them. "Good thing it's not a full moon tonight, right?" She could see the moon hanging over the lake, beams of light blanketing the water. It was so full it was just nearly round, save for a small sliver on one side.

Fenrir smirked at her, but said nothing. They walked awhile in silence, before he spoke again. "So Little Red, do you have a name?" He asked, eager to know more about the enticing creature next to him.

She blushed again at the nickname. "Hermione. Hermione Granger. I'm a math major." She realized that she was babbling, but she couldn't stop. She needed to do anything to fill the silence that stretched between them. "My friends usually walk me back, but they all went out to the bar tonight, because it's Halloween."

He nodded in understanding and Hermione couldn't stop from letting her mind wander with how handsome he was. Fenrir certainly wasn't her usual type, but he was rugged and wild and he had thrown her completely off kilter until she wasn't really sure if she wanted him or if she wanted to run away from him.

Finally, they broke free of the forest that enclosed the path, and they were nearly at the door of her apartment building. They stood under the flickering artificial light that lit up the entryway. Hermione fiddled with her keys, wanting him to leave so that she could get inside and away from these confusing feelings.

To her dismay, he just stood in front of her with that infuriating smirk on his lips, staring at her. Now that they were face to face, it was clear just how much bigger he was than her. Hermione could just imagine him throwing her over his shoulder, off to his lair to have his wicked way with her.

An amused look on his face, Hermione feared he probably knew exactly what she was thinking about. His blue eyes were boring into hers, unwilling to break eye contact, making Hermione feel a bit off kilter. "What big eyes you have." He said biting his lip with those pointy canines. "They could drive a big, bad wolf mad."

Hermione sucked in a breath when he took a step closer to her, her heart fluttering wildly. She thought he'd taken the joke rather too far and couldn't deny that she was nervous. She knew that werewolves weren't real, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he was a predator in a finely made sheep's suit. He raised a hand, only to let his thumb trace her lower lip. "What full lips you have."

His hand grabbed her chin firmly in his grasp. She felt her eyes slip shut, and then his lips pressed against hers insistently. She pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her, entranced. His teeth caught her lower lip, and she couldn't suppress a moan when the point of his tooth caught the pink flesh, the coppery taste of her blood on her tongue.

His tongue entered her mouth, plundering her. He walked her back until her back was pressed against the door. Tangling his hands in her hair, he pulled her head to the side, offering her neck up for his mouth to pepper kisses down to her pulse point. He sucked and laved her skin, bruising her for sure, but she was powerless to do anything but moan and whine in pleasure. She could feel her hips rock against his, her face flush and her finger playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. She wanted more.

Hermione was wondering just what got into her that she was kissing a stranger in front of her building, barely able to contain moans of appreciation at the feel of his hard cock pressing against her stomach. Her body throbbed in anticipation, desire flooding her body. She pressed her legs together, cheeks blushing at the wetness that had gathered there.

But then, as suddenly as he was kissing her, he was pulling away. She could hear another distant howl echoing in the air. He looked down at her, grin on his face while she caught her breath. "I have to go. If you ever want another demonstration in...animal behavior, you know where to find me." He gave her one last smoldering look, before turning and leaving her standing beneath the buzzing of the artificial light.

Hands shaking while she inserted the key, Hermione tried to wrap her head around what had just happened. When she got into her studio, she went to the bathroom, unimpressed to find one side of her neck littered with hickeys. At this point she wasn't sure that Fenrir Greyback wasn't the big bad wolf!

As if she needed further confirmation, she heard a lone howl just outside her window, hauntingly different from the ones she heard before, sending a jolt of fear up her spine. Oh, just what had she gotten herself into?