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A.N.: Yay, another chapter! I know, don't faint. My muse is liking this story at the moment. So... there be smut in this chapter... and since everyone liked the idea of Ariel/Charlie, there is a moment between them at the end of the chapter.

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Chapter 10

Remus paced in his room, his skin feeling stretched tight against his bones. He felt like he'd drank a whole pot of coffee and he couldn't shake the jittery feeling in his limbs.

It had been two days since the instance with Hermione when they'd come back from the Burrow. He knew he couldn't hide in his room forever, but he was going to try. The wolf was snarling inside him, letting him know that it didn't like being away from their mate. He knew he couldn't leave because he promised he'd help to get Harry away from Privet Drive, but he knew he couldn't stay either. If he went away, only to come back and see Hermione, he'd attack her no matter if they were in a room full of people or not.

Sirius had already been up to speak with him and he'd told him that he thought Hermione was a consenting adult and he should be talking with her about this.

Everything was happening so fast, he just didn't know what to do. The smell of her arousal after their impromptu make-out session had hit him hard, and just thinking about it had his cock stirring in his trousers and wolf more jittery than he'd ever felt him this far away from a full moon. There was nothing that he could do about it. It was either claim Hermione, or run away forever. He had to choose very soon, he knew that. He was turning into a bloody animal and he didn't know how much longer he could go on like this. He only felt comforted when he was in Hermione's presence and then a whole other hunger consumed him. The wolf was telling him to take her, to make her his, and he wasn't sure if he'd make it to Harry's pick-up day.

He ran his hands through his hair again and kept his pacing up.

There was a knock on the door, and Remus could smell Hermione through it. The scent of her strawberry shampoo was a dead giveaway.

"Remus? I know you're in there. You can't keep yourself locked in your room forever."

Remus sighed and went to open the door. Hermione stood on the other side with her hands on her hips, giving him a look he'd seen her give the boys a few times before when she found out they'd played Quidditch instead of doing their homework.

She pushed past him into the room and Remus couldn't help the large breath he inhaled to take in her scent. His sense of smell was getting stronger every day it was closer to the full moon; Hermione smelled wonderful to him right now.

"I want you to come down for lunch. I'm worried about you," Hermione said.

Remus sighed and went to sit on his bed, pushing back the mound of books that he had discarded in his attempts to get his thoughts off his beautiful mate.

"It's getting worse isn't it?" she asked softly.

He nodded, not able to look at her. She came over to him and stood between his parted legs before kneeling down between them and putting her hands on his knees.

"Remus, you know I can't let you suffer like this," Hermione said slowly. She wouldn't let him. She cared about him to much for him to be like this.

Remus sighed and ran his hand through his hair, trying desperately not to pull her up into his lap and show her how much he wanted her. His body was already responding to her close proximity, and the wolf instincts were telling him to take her now, despite everything.

"We can't do that Hermione," Remus said.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him and let out a little huff of breath. If he wouldn't claim her like he should, then she would just have to move it along herself. She picked up the books on the bed and started stacking them, knowing Remus probably thought she was just tidying up. As soon as she got the books off the bed though, she returned to him.

Remus looked up at her, his amber eyes flashing and Hermione felt a jolt go straight to the spot between her legs. She quickly straddled him, her legs going on either side of his hips.

"Hermione?" His eyes had gone wide, as his hands had instinctively found her hips. He knew he should have more control over his actions, but instead of taking his hands off her hips, he found them tightening, pulling her closer.

"This isn't going to go away, Remus," Hermione said with a pointed look. "You can't wish for it to go away. I know I'm much younger than you, but that doesn't stop how I feel about you. You're a good man, Remus Lupin, and I won't let you drive yourself crazy over this. We have to do something. Would it be so bad, being mated to me?"

"No, Hermione of course not. I'm a werewolf. Being mated to werewolf is almost as bad as being one. You'll be discriminated against just as bad as I am."

"Remus," she said in voice that he was sure she used for really small children, or people she thought were of lesser intelligence than her. "I'm already discriminated against. I'm the muggle-born friend of Harry Potter. Once we win, we won't have to worry about that so much."

Remus opened his mouth to tell her that werewolves would always be discriminated against when she put a finger to his lips. "I don't want to hear it. I know all the arguments you have because you've already said them. I have thought them over, and I still want to be your mate, no matter what. Whatever happens, we'll get through it together, okay?"

Remus sighed at her as he accepted the inevitable and pulled her close. There was nothing he could do to convince her that he couldn't be her mate. Why shouldn't he let her convince him when he wanted it so very badly? "What would I do without you?"

Hermione sniffed. "Wither away?"

Remus let out a bark of laughter and pulled her down for a kiss. That was a mistake. As soon as she opened her mouth to him, he wasn't sure he could stop. She tasted divine. His tongue explored every crevice of her mouth, and he rolled them so that he was on top. She moaned into his mouth as her hands explored his back.

His hand slipped up under her muggle shirt and skimmed across her flat stomach. He spread his fingers out, feeling the softness of her skin as she shivered against him. He let go of her lips and kissed down her neck as his hand slipped up under her bra to feel the roundness of her breasts. It was him who was shivering now as he felt the weight of her in his hand. She was perfectly proportioned and just the right size.

Hermione moaned as he flicked her nipple with his hand. "Remus."

He flipped them so she was underneath him and he was looking down her. Remus was cradled in her thighs and he pushed his erection against her trying to get some relief. She gasped and pushed right back, as close to the edge as he was. He pushed her shirt and bra up her chest and her beautiful breasts came into site. Her nipples were a soft pink and the perfect size, just as the rest of her was. He head came down and latched onto one of her nipples, softly drawing it into his mouth as his hips moved against her of their own accord.

She was thrashing wildly, her hips meeting his, as one had grabbed the duvet and the other held onto the back of his head, pushing him against her breast. She was magnificent in her passion. She was rubbing herself against him taking, her pleasure from him. One of his hands had slid down to cup her bum, his hand pulled her closer against him.

Hermione moaned and her eyes opened to half mast.

"You're magnificent, Hermione. Let go," he growled in her ear. He wanted to see her face as she came against him. He didn't think she was ready for him to go any further than this, but he would take whatever she would give him at this point. He didn't know why he was blessed with someone as beautiful and perfect as Hermione, but he was going to take advantage of it for however long she would have him.

"Remus," She moaned out and her eyes locked onto his as they widened and she trembled. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream as she came. She was flushed all the way down her chest, and Remus couldn't help but feel a manly satisfaction at the dreamy look in her eyes. His cock was still rock hard, but he put it out of his mind. He didn't care about himself, just his mate. His nose went down to her neck and inhaled her scent. A growl escaped his throat before he could stop it.


Remus smiled at Hermione as she came out of her post-orgasm stupor. She looked up at him and smiled with a little blush staining her cheeks.

"That was…um…"

Remus chuckled darkly. "Someone call the Prophet. Hermione Granger is speechless."

She giggled and playfully swatted his arm. Then she looked at him quizzically for a second before she snaked a hand down to his crotch and gently cupped his cock through his pants.

Remus groaned loudly and pushed into her hand before he could stop himself. Her little hand felt to good on his hard cock. His head fell into the crook of her neck. "Hermione you don't have to do this."

"I want to," she said with a forcefulness that belied the tremor in her voice. Her hands reached up and undid the top button and zip of his pants before he could stop her. Her hand reached in under his boxers and found bare skin.

Remus groaned again and thrust into her hand. He slowly slid off of her so she could reach him better. She gently pushed his pants down with her spare hand, letting his erection spring free.

Hermione licked her lips as she looked at his extremely hard cock. It wasn't like the ones she'd seen in the anatomy books she read. He looked much more masculine-long and thick. She also didn't think the pictures in the books made her wet quite like this. She slowly reached over and wrapped her hand around the base of him.

"Show me," she said breathily. He wrapped his hand around hers and showed her how to stroke him and within a minute she was stroking him just the way he liked it.

Remus groaned as he watched his mate touch him. Her eyes were locked on her hand stroking him. He had to admit it was one of the most erotic sites he'd ever seen.

Hermione licked her lips and glanced at his face. He was watching her hand moving up and down on him. He felt so soft, yet hard. The head was weeping pre-cum and Hermione swirled over the top to catch the drop that dribbled down. Hermione wondered how he tasted. She had to know.

"Oh God!" Remus cried out as she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. She smacked her lips, as if trying to figure out whether she liked the taste. Then she went back and put the head in her mouth and sucked lightly. Remus grabbed onto the blankets beneath himself, and tried to keep his hips still when all he wanted to do was thrust into her mouth.

"Hermione, love, you don't have to do this."

Hermione let go of the head of him and looked at him for a minute. "I want to touch you." Then she went right back to what she was doing with her mouth, taking a little bit more of him in her mouth and then adding her tongue to it.

Remus let his eyes close for a second, but he quickly opened them, wanting, needing, to see his mate doing this to him.

Hermione could only take about half of him into her mouth, so she used her hand to stroke up and down the rest of him. She might have never done this before, but she did have roommates in Gryffindor tower that were very open about their sex lives. She made sure to use her tongue on the head, and suck lightly as she pulled up. Judging by the noises he was making she was doing it adequately.

"Hermione… Hermione, I'm going to cum!"

Hermione made a split second decision to keep going so she sucked harder and quickened the strokes of her hand.


She felt his cock swell slightly in her mouth just before he jetted in her mouth in several spurts. She quickly swallowed it to get rid of it. It was salty and bitter-not something she completely enjoyed, but looking at the awed looked on her mate's face it was worth it.

"Merlin, Hermione." Remus hauled her up next to him and buried his face in her neck. "That was perfect."

Hermione giggled, pleased that she had satisfied her mate. Remus moved to cover himself and she let him then snuggled up to his side, her head on his chest.

"I've been reading the books Ariel brought over."

Remus tightened his arms around her.

"I know you think that you'll ruin me or something, but you're wrong." Hermione propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him in the eyes. "You're a good mad Remus. I know that when I think honestly, I wouldn't have wanted anyone my own age to begin with. You're an incredibly intelligent, kind man. I couldn't do better. I know plenty of people will be a bit delicate to begin with, but they will come around eventually."

Remus sighed and touched her face. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, Hermione. You really are the brightest witch of your age. If you're ready to face what happens as my mate, I'll take you. You'll be mine though. Completely mine."

"And you'll be mine," she said with a smile.

His face slowly morphed into a grin. "There's that too." He got serious again. "You won't be able to be without me, Hermione."

"I know. I did read the books Ariel brought me and she answered any questions I had pertaining to the material. She is quite knowledgeable about a great many things. For the first few months we won't be able to go for more than two days without being in the presence of the other. Your protectiveness should subside substantially when we mate, though you will still be protective to an extent."

Remus nodded at her. "Whatever you three have planned, I will have to go with you."

Hermione nodded. "I want to tell you. I'm sure that Harry will do so when he gets here, and if he doesn't I will. I just don't what to betray his trust without at least explaining everything to him. We need the help."

Remus nodded at her. "Sirius is going crazy, wanting Harry home. I've explained to him the protection of the Dursley's but he isn't always rational when it comes to his godson."

Hermione knew that was true. Look at what happened at the Department of Mysteries when Sirius fell through the veil. It was only a little over a week until they got Harry from the Dursley's. Hermione knew they needed to be ready to leave right after Bill's wedding. They only had a few days to get everything done. Hermione had to talk to Mr. Weasley about the tent she thought they might need. They could come back here, but she wanted to be prepared in case anything happened.

"Planning?" Remus teased.

Hermione nodded. "In case we have to go on the run."

Remus contemplated the coolness in her tone of voice. She had been expecting this. Remus wondered again what it was Dumbledore left the trio. It was important and had Hermione reading Dark Arts books. He still wasn't connecting the dots. Either it was something he would be smacking himself in the head over, or he would be completely dumbfounded when she told him.

"Let's go downstairs and get you something to eat," Hermione said standing up. "I know you haven't eaten today, and you need to take care of yourself."

Remus smiled as they got up from the bed and tried to tidy their rumpled clothing. There wasn't much they could do and Sirius would likely know what they'd been doing, but Remus didn't care.

He followed Hermione down to the kitchen where she made him a few sandwiches. Sirius showed up a few minutes later, sitting down and smirking at the two of them.

"I see you've made up your mind, Moony."

Remus couldn't help the grin that broke out on his face. His mate really was the best.

Hermione made more sandwiches, and they settled into to discuss Hermione's plans.

"You're sure about this?" Charlie asked.

Ariel nodded at him. "I wouldn't have brought it to your attention if I wasn't sure."

"Bloody hell!" Charlie said as he threw one of her books across the room.

Ariel raised an eyebrow at him. "While the sentiment is shared, I would very much appreciate it if you wouldn't throw my priceless books across the room." She tossed a few magazine at him. "Throw those if you feel the need."

Charlie couldn't help but start to chuckle at her. Ariel was really something else. He'd never meet another woman like her.

"Good. You're not beneficial when you're furious. Sexy maybe, but no good to either of us."

Charlie stopped at her observation. Her bluntness surprised him. It shouldn't really, since he'd never known her to be anything but blunt. She made observations and she told everyone within hearing distance what she thought of them.

A slow smile spread across Charlie's face as he regarded her. "Sexy?"

"Quite. Now," she said, redirecting the conversation, "we have to figure out how to stop the different clans from siding with Voldemort."

"You can't talk to your own people?" Charlie asked.

"No." She sighed, a completely human move that she didn't make often. "I have been shunned from my people long ago when I didn't commit to their beliefs. I have a few contacts, but no one in any place to make decisions."

"We knew this was coming," Charlie said. "The Order has been preparing for it. We sent Hagrid to the giants. Why didn't we send someone to liaise with your people?"

Ariel snorted. "Dumbledore did. The reason he didn't tell anyone is because the person's head was sent to him in a bag, detached from it's body."

"He didn't ask you?"

Ariel gave him a look that Charlie couldn't interpret. Most of her looks were nearly identical, but the longer he knew her, the more he could interpret each of her looks. She was very good at not giving anything away, but he knew he was better at studying her.

"Dumbledore and I never really got along. He did ask, but I declined on the fact that I would be killed on sight if I were seen in my clan's lands."

Charlie took a deep breath. "We're going to have to do something."

Ariel raised her left eyebrow a minute amount. "We will have to kill them. Do not try to spare my feelings on this matter. They be my clan, but they disowned me long ago as I disowned them. They are evil."

Charlie put his hand on her shoulder, wishing she didn't flinch every time he touched her. "I'm sorry."

"Your apology is appreciated, but not necessary. I must pack so that I can be ready to go."

"I'm going with you."

Ariel turned to him, a true expression of surprise on her face, blue-green eyes wide, lips open. "You would die."

"No," Charlie said slowly. "I won't. You need someone to watch your back."

She stayed quiet for so long that Charlie was beginning to think she wasn't going to answer. "I've never had someone to watch my back."

Charlie couldn't help but slowly walk over to her and put his hand on her face. She leaned into it slightly, like a cat preening for a scratch. "It will take some getting used to, but I'll be there for you to lean on." She was beautiful. He hadn't allowed himself to think of her like that, not until she'd taken the blood oath and helped them in getting Sirius from the veil. She was honorable, smart, and funny. He knew many wouldn't approve, but he didn't care. Many wouldn't approve of the relationship between Remus and Hermione, but he was sure that wasn't stopping them. He knew Ariel was dangerous, but he worked with danger every day. He breathed it, lived it.

"Okay, Charlie Weasley. I will trust you." She put one of her hands over the one he had resting on her face. "But for now, we must plan. We must be ready to leave soon."

Charlie nodded. "I can't miss my brother's wedding. My mother would have my hide."

Ariel laughed out loud, a deep throaty sound that heated his blood.

"We will stay, but we must leave soon after. I would like to devise a way to stay in touch with Hermione. We can pass information along."

Charlie nodded and broke away reluctantly. It was going to be a long few months, stuck in close quarters with her.