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Mini-Marauders	By : elexma Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Remus/Hermione Views: 2301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Mini-Marauders
- 1
Hermione blinks her eyes open when she feels a hand on hers. She looks up to see Harry sitting on the bed next her with Ron in the chair beside. “Harry?” she inquires. He looks down at her and smiles brightly before hugging her. She feels his chest rumble as he talks to her. “What’s wrong?” she asks and winces as she struggles to sit up. Ron stands and helps Harry adjust her pillows. His lips move silently so she frowns at him then sighs. “Did you get into another argument with Malfoy, and he hexed you quiet again?” she teases. Ron frowns as he resumes his seat. He mutters something that again, fails to reach Hermione’s ears. “Why can’t I hear you?” she asks. They all look up when Pomfrey bustles over to them. She speaks to Harry and Ron for a second before turning her attention to her. Hermione smiles and moves to sit up more. Pain radiates from her neck and along her sides near her hips, making her cry out. Pomfrey offers her a vial so Hermione downs it in one gulp. She nods her thanks then looks to the doors when they open, and McGonagall enters. The woman lays a stack of clothing on Hermione’s bed and shoos Harry and Ron out.
McGonagall guides Hermione to a door and opens it for her. She speaks softly, much to Hermione’s frustration. “I’m sorry Professor, I don’t understand,” Hermione murmurs. The woman frowns and looks over her shoulder at Pomfrey. They have a short exchange then McGonagall conjures a piece of parchment and a quill.
Hermione watches as she writes. There was spell damage to your head. Apparently, it is causing you deafness. Her breath catches in her throat as she lifts her hand to her ear. She quickly moves over to the mirror and surveys her reflection.
“Were you able to heal the visible damage?” she inquires. Pomfrey nods then motions to the bathtub and it begins filling with water. Hermione nods so both women leave. She moves over to the tub and strips out of the Infirmary-issued pajamas. “Deaf. I’m deaf?!” she exclaims as she sinks into the water. She watches the bubbles swirl and pop silently.
After an indefinite amount of time, Hermione climbs out of the tub and stands naked in front of the mirror. She studies her reflection closely. The scar across her chest from Dolohov in the Department of Mysteries shows prominent, joined by claw marks near her hips and a jagged tear on her left shoulder. She sighs in disgust and quickly dries then dresses. “Of course, I have more scars,” she mutters angrily as she steps out of the bathroom and returns to her bed. Harry and Ron grin at her so she shakes her head. “I’m deaf,” she grouses, causing the boys’ eyes to widen. They both burst into silent speech, so she covers her ears and shrieks. The doors burst open at the commotion and three men quickly enter. “Stop it! Just stop talking!” Hermione sobs then sinks to the floor next to the bed. Strong arms wrap around her, so she turns and buries her face in the chest.
“Protect her. We must protect her!” a rumbling voice growls. Her head snaps up and she stares at Remus. He smiles sadly at her and tucks a curl behind her ear. “Hush love, we’re here,” he murmurs. She continues staring at him as he turns his attention to the others. “She’ll be turning next moon, I’m afraid to say,” Remus states. Dumbledore shakes his head as he replies. Remus nods then looks to her. “Of course, I would be more than happy to help,” he says and smiles at Hermione.
Harry and Ron smile as Remus helps Hermione stand from the floor and settle on the edge of her bed. “Next you’ll need a vial of Pepper Up because you’ve caught cold on the floor,” the man chuckles. Hermione rolls her eyes.
“I can hear you,” she says softly.
Remus blinks and frowns. “Wolf,” the rumbling voice growls in her head. She bites her lip and studies the man. His eyes glint amber as he watches her. “We must protect her,” the voice growls again. His eyes widen when her own glint like firewhiskey. “You’re not hearing me. You’re hearing Moony,” he murmurs.
Hermione blinks at him then nods. “That makes sense… I guess,” she whispers.
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Hermione looks around at the portraits and artifacts in the Headmaster’s office as the man studies her from behind his desk. “Hermione? Professor Dumbledore would like your opinion on something,” Remus says. She moves over to the chairs and settles next to him.
“Yes sir?” she asks.
Dumbledore twinkles at her over his half-moon frames before glancing to Remus and back. He begins speaking so Hermione concentrates on him. “Professor Dumbledore would like to know if you would mind foregoing the Head Girl position, due to your disability,” Remus says. She looks between the men as tears spring to her eyes.
“Meaning my lycanthropy?” she asks hesitantly.
“She’s upset! He’s upsetting her!” Moony snarls. “No! No love, your deafness,” Remus says and moves in front of her chair. She sniffles softly as he kneels and takes her hands. “You know Professor Dumbledore would never be prejudice about that. You know that, right?” he murmurs and strokes the backs of her hands. She slowly nods then looks at McGonagall when the woman lays her hand on Remus’ shoulder. Hermione sniffles again and watches as she speaks to Remus. He nods and turns back to her. “They are offering you use of some guest quarters. Would you like that? You won’t have to put up with the bustle of the common room unless you wanted to,” he says. Hermione nods slightly then chokes on a sob, so he frowns. “What is it love?” he inquires.
“I can’t talk to anyone anymore. I can’t participate in class. I just can’t anymore!” she whimpers.
Remus nods and pulls her out of the chair and into his lap as he settles on the floor. “I understand. I really do. Would it make you feel better to know that I will be here as well?” he asks. She wraps her arms around him and buries her face in his neck. His chest rumbles in pleasure as she nods. “In fact, I believe the rooms they are going to be assigning to you are next to mine. Moony will love having you close by,” he chuckles. She relaxes in his arms, so he strokes her hair.
Hermione looks up at the others and nods slightly before resting her head against Remus’ chest again. “Thank you, Professors. What shall I do before term? My parents wouldn’t understand,” she murmurs.
Dumbledore pulls himself to his feet and moves around the desk to them. He speaks to McGonagall then looks to Remus. The werewolf nods. “That is agreeable,” he says then looks at Hermione again. “Would you like to come stay at Grimmauld Place with me? I promise we’ll return a day or so before the beginning of term.” She nods and smiles so he wipes a stray tear from her cheek. “We’ll take care of you.”
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Hermione looks up when Remus enters the drawing room with a book in his hands. “I thought you might like to read this. It helped me immensely when I was young,” he says. She accepts the book as he sits next to her. “Mine,” Moony growls appreciatively. She blinks at him, so he flushes. “He’s rather possessive,” he explains then looks at the doorway when Ginny appears in it. The younger girl grins and bounds over to Hermione.
Remus watches as they hug each other and then Ginny starts talking animatedly. Hermione frowns and looks to Remus, so he frowns as well. “Did they not tell you?” Hermione asks. Ginny frowns so the older girl sighs. “I was attacked by Greyback and another Death Eater pretty much as soon as I got home. The Death Eater cast something that caused me to go deaf. Right before… before Greyback bit me. I’m a werewolf now. A deaf one at that,” Hermione snorts. Ginny covers her mouth with her hands and starts crying then throws herself into Hermione’s arms.
“Hermione, there’s nothing wrong with being deaf. Or a werewolf. We’ll just adjust things for you,” Remus says and kneels in front of her. Ginny pulls back and nods frantically before saying something to Remus. “She’s offering to learn sign language for you,” he relays. Tears spring to her eyes and she nods. Harry hurries into the drawing room and pulls Hermione into his arms and swings her around in a hug. Ron gives her a hug from behind, so she grips his hand. “MINE!” Moony snarls suddenly. Remus and Hermione blink at each other before she steps away from the boys and moves over to Remus again. Moony’s growl rumbles deep in his chest but silences when Hermione rests her forehead against Remus’ chest. The other teenagers stare at the two werewolves as Remus drops a kiss to the top of Hermione’s head.
“I’m sorry guys. Moony isn’t fond of other males,” Hermione murmurs and lifts her gaze to Remus’. His hazel fades into Moony’s amber so he dips his head and nuzzles Hermione’s neck. She rests her hands against his chest so Moony rumbles again. “He’s been very protective for the last month. It’s only getting worse because the moon is tonight,” she says. They nod in understanding and continue watching Moony as he inhales Hermione’s scent. She flushes and lowers her gaze when he pulls back to look at her.
Remus shakes his head and steps back from her, so she bites her lip. “I’m sorry love. It’s been a long time since Moony’s gotten control like that,” he murmurs. She nods slightly then waves at the others as they wave their goodbyes.
“I didn’t mind it, Professor. I understand what happened,” she replies.
“You’re too forgiving love,” Remus sighs. She shrugs and picks up the book. “We need to get ready for tonight,” he says and leads her through the house to the basement stairs.
She stops at the basement door and frowns. “We’re changing here? In the basement?” she asks. He looks up at her and nods before motioning her to follow.
“I’ve been changing here for years. It’s perfectly safe,” he replies. They reach the bottom step, and he moves over to the cage. “This will be big enough considering Padfoot and I used to use it,” he murmurs. She looks around then back at him as he sets two blankets just in arm’s reach outside of the cage bars. “For the morning. It will be chilly down here.” She nods then her gaze snaps to him when Moony croons, “I’ll keep her plenty warm.” Remus clears his throat and shakes his head. “Ignore him, please.”
Hermione takes a pair of oversized robes. “So I don’t ruin my clothes?” she asks. Remus nods and turns his back to her as he begins unbuttoning his shirt. She changes quickly then looks at him again. “Thank you, Professor,” she murmurs and wraps her arms around him from behind.
Moony rumbles in pleasure at the feel of her against his body. “You’re welcome,” Remus replies and turns in her arms. She blinks up at him, so he grins at her. “You know you don’t have to call me ‘Professor’ right now, don’t you?” he teases and chucks her chin. She blushes brilliantly so he chuckles. His laughter dies when Hermione’s eyes widen, and she hisses. “In the cage,” he orders then begins casting enchantments before setting his wand on the table just in reach of the bars.
He pulls her into his arms and rests his back against the wall after sinking to the floor. “It hurts,” she whispers into his neck. He nods and rubs her back.
“I know love. I know,” he murmurs.
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“Canagan,” Remus murmurs. He strokes Hermione’s hair as they lay together after transforming back. She snuggles into his bare chest and pulls the blanket up as she shivers. “May I call her Cana?” he inquires. A soft rumble sounds from her chest, so he chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Cana it is then.”
Hermione giggles when Moony rumbles in response to Cana. “I think he likes her,” she mumbles. She shifts again and winces. “Professor? What happened last night? I thought you said the Wolfsbane allows us to maintain our human minds, but I don’t remember anything.”
Remus frowns and shakes his head. “I honestly don’t remember much from last night. Just your transformation then it’s a complete blank until I woke up. Moony was kind enough to let me know her name,” he says and tucks a curl behind her ear.
“How are werewolves named? How did Moony get his name?” she inquires.
“Moony was named by James and Sirius. They weren’t very imaginative. As for other werewolves, it varies. I think Moony might have named Cana for you,” he murmurs. A deep rumble confirms his suspicions, so he chuckles. Hermione giggles again then nuzzles into his throat. He lifts her chin and watches her eyes melt from chocolate into firewhiskey. “Cana,” Moony whines. She whimpers at him then purrs when he brings his lips to hers. “Mate,” he growls.
Hermione blinks when Remus jerks his head back suddenly. “Professor? What’s going on?” she asks. “Moony,” Cana whines.
Remus shakes his head fiercely then presses a kiss to her forehead. “I need you to get dressed love. Moony and I are having a disagreement. Go on,” he mutters. She stands and pulls her clothing to her chest as he averts his gaze. “We’ll talk more in a bit,” he says as he summons his own clothes and begins dressing.
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Dumbledore enters the kitchen at Grimmauld Place and watches as Remus dances around the room with Hermione. She giggles at his antics then gasps when he dips her, and she sees Dumbledore. The older man chuckles and smiles at her. Remus sets her on her feet properly and moves to shake his hand. “Good morning Professor,” Hermione says and turns her attention to the stove.
Remus nods at Dumbledore then chuckles. “Feeling pretty good this time honestly. Neither one of us remember what happened last night but I’m not feeling nearly as run down as usual,” he says. Hermione turns toward the table after plating breakfast. She sets a plate in front of both men then one for herself. “Cana needs more than that,” Moony growls. She blinks at Remus then down at her plate. “It’s fine love,” he whispers.
Hermione nods and starts eating. “Moony is being extra bossy this morning,” she explains to Dumbledore at his questioning look.
The man flicks his gaze to Remus, so he shrugs. He sets his teacup down and wipes his mouth. “Moony is being possessive,” he says. “He even named her wolf for her. Canagan,” he says. Dumbledore watches as Hermione’s eyes glint in response. She eyes Dumbledore then flicks her gaze back to Remus when Moony rumbles in his chest. The three eat their breakfast in silence then Dumbledore stands. He waves his goodbye to Hermione then looks to Remus. “I’ll see you later,” Remus says.
Hermione stands with her empty plate and gathers the other dishes as Dumbledore leaves. She smiles when she feels Moony’s arms slide around her waist. “Moony, I’m trying to do the washing,” she murmurs. He nuzzles her ear and nips her earlobe. Her eyes widen when he presses his hips against her backside. “M-Moony?” she whimpers and turns her head toward him.
“Cana,” Moony purrs and holds Hermione tighter. “My mate,” he murmurs and presses his lips to hers. She relaxes against him, so he turns her and lifts her onto the counter. “I will never let anyone hurt you again,” he growls when he pulls back. Cana nods and whimpers for him so he kisses her again before pulling away and smiling at her.
Remus jumps back and turns to the doorway. “When did you all get here?” he asks. Hermione lifts her gaze to see Molly, Ginny, and Arthur entering the kitchen. She grins at seeing the books in Ginny and Arthur’s hands. “I think they bring gifts,” Remus chuckles then grin at her. She runs over to the girl and pulls her into a hug.
“Thank you so much! I’m so glad to see you! Come on!” she says and accepts the books from Arthur before leading Ginny out of the room. “I’ve got to tell you about something,” she hisses as she guides the younger girl into the drawing room and closes the door behind them.
Ginny pulls a piece of parchment and a quill off the desk and moves over to the chesterfield. She begins writing as Hermione sets the books to the side. What’s going on between you and Professor Lupin? Was he kissing you?
Hermione blushes a brilliant shade of red. “Well technically it was him, but it was actually Moony. I guess Moony thinks I’m his mate! I mean Cana is, not me really,” she stumbles. Ginny frowns then gasps and covers her mouth before putting quill to parchment again.
Did you two MATE last night?
“I don’t know!” Hermione cries. “I don’t remember anything from last night. I just know I’m incredibly sore all over, but I figured it was from the transformation.” She puts her head in her hands and covers her eyes. “How do I even ask when he doesn’t know what happened either? He said he normally retains his human mind but last night was a complete blank for him too!”
Ginny stares at her then frowns and turns her attention the parchment. Who is Cana?
Hermione giggles and shifts on the couch with a wince. “My wolf. Moony named her Canagan but we’re calling her Cana.” Ginny nods then looks up when the door opens.
“Sorry Ginny but I need to get Hermione to bed. She might be feeling all right now, but her energy will be drained if she stays up much later,” Remus says. The girl quickly crumples the parchment and tucks it in her pocket at the quirk of his eyebrow. She hugs Hermione then waves at her before leaving the room.
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Hermione gasps when she moves to walk past Remus, but he grabs her hips and nuzzles her belly. “Professor?” she asks. Moony looks up at her so she sighs. “Moony, what are you doing? I would like to read my book,” she says. The werewolf purrs against her lower belly so she strokes his hair. “Please let me read,” she begs. He huffs as he releases her, so she settles on the chesterfield and motions for him.
Moony jumps out of his chair and plops down on the settee with his head in her lap. She smiles down at him as he nuzzles her belly again. “Pups,” he purrs. Cana purrs in response to him then Hermione blinks when Remus sits up quickly. “Hermione, I need you to come with me,” he says softly.
She stands and follows him to the Floo and steps through when he calls for the Hogwarts Infirmary. “What’s wrong?” she asks as he motions her to a bed. She sighs in frustration when he disappears to get Pomfrey.
“I don’t know why it took me so long to notice. It was rather obvious immediately after the last moon,” Remus says to the woman as he leads her to Hermione. He smiles sadly at Hermione, so she frowns. “Poppy,” he murmurs and motions to her.
Pomfrey casts a diagnostic spell on Hermione and turns her steely glare on Remus. Hermione stares at the rune floating in the air between the three of them. “What does that mean? Does it mean that Moony and Cana… mated? Is that why I’ve been so sore?” she asks. The older woman flicks her gaze to her then returns her glare to Remus. “Professor, please explain,” she whimpers.
Remus moves closer to her and presses his forehead to hers. “Moony and Cana did indeed mate,” he murmurs. She frowns as she continues staring at him. “What’s more is… they were successful.” Her frown deepens and she blinks at him in confusion. “You’re pregnant, love,” he whispers.
“But how can that be? I haven’t had any symptoms. I’ve just been sore and tired. It hasn’t even been a month,” she whimpers.
Pomfrey speaks to Remus, so he pinches the bridge of his nose and nods. “There have been only a few documented cases of werewolf pregnancy. None of those cases were exactly detailed and none lists there being any symptoms,” he reiterates.
Hermione sits on the bed behind her and shuts down. Remus tries to speak to her, but she doesn’t hear. Finally, a hand lays on her shoulder so she looks up at Molly as the woman smiles gently. She pulls a scrap of parchment from her pocket and scribbles on it. All right there dear? At the shake of her head, Molly nods and looks at the parchment again. Remus told me. Can I help? Would you like to come stay at the Burrow until the next moon?
She shakes her head in response. “Moony would be furious,” she murmurs. Another hand lays on her other shoulder so McGonagall gives her a tight smile. “I’m sorry. I’m just shocked. I don’t know how to be a mum,” she sniffles. Her eyes lift to Remus, Arthur, and Dumbledore as the three men talk quietly amongst themselves. “P-Professor?” she whimpers. Remus’ head snaps around and he moves to her quickly. She wraps her arms around his neck when he leans down to her. “Take me home. Please,” she begs. The others watch as he lifts her in his arms and carries her to the Floo.
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Molly bustles about the drawing room waving her wand and tidying up as Hermione curls against the arm of the settee. “Mrs. Weasley? What was it like when you were pregnant with Bill?” Hermione asks softly. Molly smiles at her and settles in an armchair.
She pulls the parchment to her and begins to write. It was wonderful. Arthur and I were freshly married and so happy to be expanding our family. The first couple of months were rough with morning sickness but after it abated, I was glowing and just perfect. You’re starting to glow already.
Hermione blushes and wraps her arms around her belly. “Do the boys and Gin know yet? Has anyone told them?” she inquires. Molly shakes her head and motions to her as she stands. “Are they here today?” Hermione asks. Molly nods and smiles then points to the kitchen.
“What do you mean you’re not ready for school yet? You’ve got less than a week,” Remus’ voice drifts through the hallway as Hermione pads toward the kitchen. She stops at the threshold and watches as Harry and Ron roll their eyes.
Ginny looks up and grins then jumps up to hug Hermione. Her eyes widen and she pulls back to glance at her belly then back up into her eyes. Hermione nods at her unasked question so Ginny gasps and swings her gaze to Remus. The man in question quirks an eyebrow at her then flicks his gaze to Hermione before his eyes widen and he flushes as he looks away quickly. “Boys,” Hermione says and gives each one a side hug. She moves over to Remus and slips into his lap so his blush flares.
Harry and Ron glance at each other then look at Ginny. She puts her hands on her hips and taps her foot at Remus as he wraps his arms around Hermione. “Full moon,” he states before burying his face in Hermione’s curls. She sighs and shakes her head at the man, so he tickles her sides, causing her to cackle and her shirt to ride up. Remus stops tickling her suddenly and glares at Ron. “She’s pregnant, not fat,” he snarls. Hermione looks at the boys and pulls her shirt down over her belly.
Molly enters the room and sets about making lunch. She shoos the boys out of the kitchen and lays parchment on the table with a smile at Hermione. When did you find out? Do you know the gender yet? Ginny sets the quill down and watches Hermione and Remus read the parchment.
“Moony knew immediately it seems. We found out a couple of days ago,” Hermione says. Moony growls when she nuzzles Remus’ ear, making the girls giggle.
“Merlin, I forgot how young you still are,” Remus groans and scrubs a hand down his face. He looks at Hermione as she frowns at him, so he sighs and presses a kiss to her cheek. “Don’t even think I’m abandoning you. Moony would kill me along with every single person we know.”
When are you due?
“From the research I have done so far, it seems werewolf pregnancy last between three and six months instead of the human nine. It is incredibly rare for conception to even occur during the full moon so we’re not quite sure how everything is going to go,” Hermione says then stands from Remus’ lap. She pours herself a glass of pumpkin juice then moves around the table to settle next to Ginny.
Remus stands and leaves the room, so Hermione turns her attention to the parchment again.
How are you really? Are you okay with everything?
Hermione nods and smiles at Ginny sadly. “I have to be okay with everything. It’s not like I would terminate, even given the choice. I just wish Moony, and Cana could have waited until I was out of Hogwarts,” she sighs. Ginny watches her gulp down the juice then pulls her into a hug.
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“Love, what’s wrong?” Remus asks when he hears an irritated huff from the couch. He moves over to Hermione and sits next to her. She looks up at him then smiles when he rubs her belly. “What is it? Are you still sore from last night?” he questions.
Hermione shakes her head and lays her head against his thigh. “I’m not sure what’s wrong. Everything feels all tight but not contraction tight. It’s annoying,” she grumbles.
Remus chuckles and stands before pulling her up. “Maybe a massage would help?” he suggests. At her nod, he leads her to his bedroom and motions her onto his bed. “Lay down. I’ll get some lotion.” He disappears out of the room then reenters with a tub. “Do you feel comfortable taking your shirt off so I can fully rub your back?” he inquires.
“You’ve seen me naked twice now. I’m pregnant with your baby. If I’m not comfortable, we have a problem,” she snorts at him as she removes the offending garment. He watches as she settles on her belly, so he kicks his shoes off then clambers up onto the bed to kneel over her thighs. A gasp then deep groan escape her mouth when he dollops the lotion onto her lower back and starts massaging circles along her spine. “Oh Merlin, you have no idea how good this feels,” she mumbles.
He chuckles and continues working the muscles of her lower back. “May I lower your shorts a bit to get lower?” he purrs. She nods so he shifts and folds the waistband of her shorts down, exposing the upper part of her buttocks. “You really needed this love. You’re way too tense,” he says and digs his knuckles into the curve of her lower spine before running his fingers up her back to her shoulders.
Hermione wriggles her hips as he drags his fingers down her sides. A gasp escapes her lips when she feels his erection against her backside. “Remus?” she asks softly. His gaze shoots to her face as she looks at him over her shoulder. “C-can you rub some lotion into my belly?” she queries. He nods slowly and shifts so she turns onto her back. She watches as he fixes his gaze on her belly as he retrieves more lotion. The skin on her abdomen ripples when he presses his hands against her. She bites her lip and closes her eyes as he carefully rubs the lotion into her skin. A soft sigh has him looking up at her face. “Please,” she whimpers and looks at him again. He quirks an eyebrow then swallows hard when she presses one of his hands against her breast. “Please,” she pleads.
Remus swallows hard and moves his thumb across her nipple so she arches into his hand and cries out. “Hermione,” he murmurs. She guides his other hand to her other breast and whimpers at him. “Strip,” he says hoarsely. She nods as he moves off her to allow her to move easier. He quickly pulls his tee over his head and kicks his pants off. “Are you sure?” he asks while returning to her on the bed. He nestles himself between her thighs, so she nods and grips his shoulders. After pressing a searing kiss to her lips, he pulls back and guides himself to her entrance. “Breathe,” he orders. She exhales slowly as he seats himself in her fully.
“Oh Gods!” she cries out. He strokes into her slowly as she throws her head back. “Faster, please!” she begs.
A chuckle escapes Remus so he doubles his efforts and soon Hermione cries out her orgasm. “I’m going to come love,” he pants. She nods frantically then moans when she feels him fill her with his semen. “Mine,” he growls. He presses his forehead to hers as he strokes her belly. “Mine,” he repeats softly.
“Yours,” she agrees and covers his hand with hers.
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Dumbledore watches the two werewolves as Remus guides Hermione to a chair in front of the desk. She settles in it and smiles at him before turning her attention to the older man. Remus rests his hand on her shoulder, so she grasps it. “You wanted to see us Headmaster?” he inquires. Dumbledore begins speaking and flicks his gaze to Hermione then back to Remus. “Our relationship is our own,” Remus says tightly.
Hermione looks up at him then at Dumbledore before frowning. “What’s going on?” she asks.
Remus stares at Dumbledore as he speaks. His eyebrows shoot to his hairline then he hums in thought. He turns to Hermione and crouches next to her. “Since we will be having our hands full with the baby, would you be willing to be tutored instead of sitting in on classes?” he inquires. She bites her lip and eyes him. “You will take your NEWTs as soon as you feel you’re ready so you will still graduate. Professor Dumbledore is offering an alternative to you feeling out of place during classes. Would you agree to that?”
She slowly nods so he smiles. “Why do I get the feeling there’s more?” she inquires.
He swallows hard and glances at Dumbledore. The older man nods so he sighs. “He’s offering to allow us to share rooms,” he says. Hermione eyes Dumbledore suspiciously then looks at Remus again. “You would need to share my name,” he murmurs. Her eyes widen so he smiles tentatively. “Will you marry me?” he inquires.
Both men blink when she throws herself into Remus’ arms and he falls to the floor laughing. “Yes,” she exclaims before pressing her lips to his. He returns the kiss with fervor then pulls back and smiles brilliantly at her.
Dumbledore moves over to the Floo then steps away with McGonagall following. Remus helps Hermione back into the chair, so the woman smiles at her. They watch as Dumbledore draws up parchments and offers a quill to Remus. He looks to Hermione then signs and offers the quill to her. “Professor Dumbledore, being Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, can draw up marital licenses. All you must do is sign right now. We can have a true ceremony after the baby comes,” he murmurs. She takes the quill and signs the parchment then gasps when Remus pulls her into a kiss again.
“I love you Remus Lupin,” she says softly.
Remus clutches Hermione’s hand as the four troop down to the Great Hall. He leads her up to the High Table amongst the whispers and stares of the student body. Hermione settles in a seat that Remus pulls out for her then blushes when McGonagall looks at her belly over her glasses. She murmurs something so Remus rubs the back of his neck as he takes his seat. “We’re not exactly certain. She’s only a month and half. From what we’ve researched, she could go at three months, or it could be upwards of six,” he mumbles. Hermione gives Ginny, Harry, and Ron a small wave as they frown at her. Remus nudges her so she looks at him. “Poppy wants to check you during classes tomorrow,” he murmurs. She nods in response.
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Remus sighs and tosses his robes over the back of the chesterfield before dropping into an armchair. Hermione looks up from her books then stands and moves over to him. “Bad day?” she asks and slips into his lap. He automatically wraps his arms around her and nuzzles her neck. She giggles when he brushes his stubble over her skin.
“Not bad. Just fielding a lot of questions. Most want to know if the baby is mine. Seems once a month goes by, they are suddenly privy to my private life,” he replies.
She snorts so he chuckles. “Remus,” she murmurs. He lifts his gaze to hers, so she kisses the tip of his nose. “Is Moony able to tell gender?” she asks. At his slight shrug so bites her lip. “What about number?”
“Number? What do you mean?” he asks. She remains silent so he frowns at her.
“Madam Pomfrey did a scan of my belly but couldn’t tell. I was just wondering if Moony has said anything to you,” she finally says.
He pushes her to her feet and presses kisses to her belly after exposing it. “You listen here now. Be nice to Mummy. She has enough that she puts up with from Daddy,” he whispers. Hermione guffaws so he mock-glares at her. “I’m having a serious conversation with our offspring here,” he says before pulling her into his lap again and tickling her. He pulls her into a kiss, so she melts against him. “Can you believe we’re married and going to be parents soon?” he murmurs.
“If someone had told me just six months ago that I would be here now, I would have hexed them. I never thought you would look my way in a million years. I’ve had a crush on you since third year,” Hermione confides.
“Oh really?” he asks then frowns when she tenses, and his lap becomes wet. “Mine?” he whispers and makes her look at him. Her wide eyes send a chill down his spine. Hermione scrambles out of his lap and they both gasp at the blood on their clothing. “Come,” he says and takes her hand. He leads her to the Infirmary and holds the door, so she enters. She pauses and whimpers, so he holds her up. “Poppy!” he calls.
The woman in question bustles out of a room and gasps at the sight before her. Hermione cries out as blood trickles down her thighs. Pomfrey nods as Remus lifts her into his arms and follows her into a private room. “Help me,” Hermione sobs. Pomfrey issues orders to Remus so the man runs from the room. “Where’s he going?!” she gasps. Pomfrey casts diagnostic spells and quickly gathers towels and blankets along with vials of various sizes and colors. “Where’s my husband?” Hermione whimpers.
“I’m here love,” Remus replies as he hurries into the room with McGonagall on his heels. The older woman moves to the opposite side of the bed from the mediwitch. They talk to each other as Remus paces at the foot. “We were sitting together, and I tickled her. I didn’t know it would cause labor,” Remus says when Pomfrey speaks to him. He grips the end of the bed and watches as the women help Hermione out of her clothing. His eyes widen and he allows Pomfrey to switch him places. “I’m so sorry love,” he murmurs and grips Hermione’s hand. She looks up at him then cries out and bears down with a contraction.
Hermione gasps for breath then sobs as McGonagall takes the baby and begins administering vials and casting diagnostic spells. Remus pushes Hermione’s curls from her face and kisses her before he looks back at Pomfrey. “What is it?” Hermione asks breathlessly. She whimpers then screams as she births a second infant. “Twins?” she asks. Pomfrey nods and motions Remus to take the baby from McGonagall so the woman can begin working with the second baby. Hermione sobs in relief as Remus moves over to her and allows her to study the little boy’s face. “He’s beautiful,” she murmurs then looks up when McGonagall lays the second baby on her chest before helping Pomfrey clean the mess away.
“Boys. Twin boys,” Remus whispers then blinks at the boy in his arms when he squeaks. He looks at Hermione and smiles tearfully. “What shall we name them?” he inquires.
Hermione gives a short laugh then shakes her head. “James and Sirius obviously! One of them wouldn’t allow us to see the other during the scans and they’re at least two weeks early!” she says.
Tears trail down Remus cheeks as he nods. “My mini-Marauders,” he cries.
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