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The Wolf, the Otter, and the Slytherin	By : Tri Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 32023 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione was grateful that Whimsy took her a few blocks from Grimmuald Place. She wasn’t sure that she could handle going through the Floo Network at the moment. In fact, her stomach was twisting into a tight ball inside her body. Even tiny hammers had a field day along her head, pounding her brain to a fine paste. Hermione rub and massage the back of her neck, a trick her mother taught her, to relieve some of the pressure.

“Is Missy Granger alright?” Whimsy squeak out, her large steel eyes blink back tears of worried. For some reason this house-elf was always crying. “Should Whimsy take Missy Granger back to raven man?”

Shaking her head brought the headache to full force. Hermione had to swallow the tiny bile down her throat. “I will be fine, Whimsy. I haven’t eaten anything today so my body is reacting badly,” Hermione had no idea if she was right or not. Either way, she didn’t want to throw up on Malfoy’s expensive rugs if she Disapparate. “I can make it back home by myself.”

Whimsy’s bottom lip wobble slightly before the giant head shook in agreement. The moment the creature left, Hermione let a sigh of relief. Whimsy had a good heart but right now, Hermione rather deal with an army of Kreachers.

The hot humid air did little to no good for Hermione as she journey on home. If only she had her wand then she would cast a cooling charm to help her. Hermione was nearly panting by the time she reach the front porch of the hidden house. The witch grab hold of the railing to support her body toward the front door. Cool air wash over her as soon as she walk through the front door. Hermione carefully shut the door so her headache would not explode by Mrs. Black’s screeching.

“Harry? Ginny?” she call out through the quiet house. Having been gone for so long, Hermione expect an army of people ready to tackle her with hugs and questions.

The house was so quiet that Hermione could hear Kreacher muttering to himself in his little cubby upstairs. Hermione walk toward the kitchen, hoping a good meal would ease her low blood sugar problem. Behind the door was the faint sound of shuffling and muttering. The voice was too low for Hermione to recognize. She carefully open the door though when she inch it out, the hinges squeak and creak loudly to jolt the person in the kitchen.

A plate smash against the floor which was followed by loud cursing and shouting. Hermione spot red hair as the person bent down to pick of the pieces. Hermione held back her breath when she saw the familiar speckle of freckles on the person’s cheeks.

Letting go, she whispered out. “Ron?”

Ron suddenly look up from the floor, pieces of a broken plate was cradle in his arm. His blue eyes went wide, as if he was seeing for the first time in years. “Hermione?”

His left hand was still holding onto a piece of plate, still ready to be pick up. With her sudden appearance, his finger slip and Ron let out a curse. The moment she saw red, Hermione rush forward and lift Ron up and guided him toward the sink. Hermione turn on the faucet and place his hand under the rushing water to clear the cut.

“I swear, you forget that you are a wizard sometimes,” Hermione muttered as she took care of his wound.

“My wand is on the-Ow!” Ron yelp as Hermione ease some soap into the cut. “Be careful, Hermione.”

Hermione use a towel to dry off his hand and clean up the cut. She careful ease the broken plate from his arm into a napkin before throwing it in the bin. There was still pieces of food clinging to the plate.

“You should still use a potion to heal-”

Wind was knock right out of her as soon as Ron pull her into his arms, hugging her tight. He buried his face in the spot between her neck and shoulder, as if he was making sure she was still there. Hermione’s arms were squashed between his log like limbs and she had to settle with keeping her head press against his chest.

“I’m sorry for how I acted.” Ron said after a few moments of silence. “I blame you for something you, or Remus, had no control over. It’s not like you guys plan this. I was just upset at the idea of loosing you from my life forever. I’m sorry I was a jerk.”

Hermione swallow down a heavy lump, tears were threatening to spill from her eyes. She was overwhelm with joy and relief that Ron finally man up and apologize. Hermione hated the days that went by without having Ron there to help her and Harry. They might not be destine to be together anymore in the romantic sense but Hermione was not going to allow nearly a decade of friendship go to waste.

She ease her arms away from his tight grip to rub his back with her hands. Hermione had to pull away slightly in order to breath and to speak. “I have forgiven you for worst things before, Ron. I have accepted that you might be an arse sometimes but you are my arse.”

Ron laugh, resting his forehead against hers. “You know, that came out wrong.”

Hermione felt her face flush with embarrassment. “Shut up, Ronald.”

Hermione finally untangle herself from Ron, smoothing down her shirt from the wrinkles. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Oh, right,” Ron scratch the back of his neck like it was so interesting. “When you didn’t show up last night, Harry call everyone to look for you. We didn’t know what happen to you so we got really worried. I volunteer to stay here because I knew you would come back here. Where were you anyway?”

Hermione let out a sigh, “Malfoy Manor. I went back there to pick up the book I ask them to translate.”

“And you went by yourself?”

“I thought I could handle a wandless Lucius and a dour-” Hermione reign herself to a full stop. She had no idea but through the nauseous feeling, her mind was telling herself to stop from mentioning Snape. Like, she slip out his name, she would be struck with a curse.

Ron didn’t notice her cutting off her own words. “You still could have had some back up just in case. I know the library at the Malfoy Manor is notorious for the second most largest collection of books in Europe. Don’t tell me you got caught in the spell of the books and Lucius Malfoy had to push you out the door to get rid of you.” Ron lightly teased her.

Hermione color again, she could see herself doing what Ron describe. She still wanted to see this large collection. “It didn’t happen like that. I was knock out actually…”

Ron tense up, his sea blue eyes narrowing as his nostril flare. “Who hurt you?”

The young witch sigh, “It is a long story. The person didn’t really mean it though, it was an accident. I will explain it to everyone when they get back here.”

The twitch in his forehead meant that Ron want to bug her further. “Fine,” Ron resign himself from acting on the twitch. “I will go and send my Patronus to everyone. Hopefully Harry and Dad have not attack Malfoy yet.”

Thankfully, no one had set their sights on attacking the Malfoy Manor. Though, Ron said that Harry was itching to, in order to rescue Hermione. Once Harry arrived at Grimmuald Place, she gave him a stern talking to. Hermione finally back off when everyone else arrived.

Arthur, Ginny, Charlie, Kingsley, and even George crowded up the dining room. When Molly saw how many people they were, apparently her motherly instincts kick in and she started to prepare dinner for everyone. Throughout the preparation of a feast, Hermione retold her adventure at the Malfoy Manor. Again, as soon as Hermione try to explain Snape to everyone, her lips refuse to form his name.

Everyone gave their own slice of a guilt trip to Hermione, telling her that she was stupid to go in alone. She tune them out after ten minutes; she knew they were worried about her and cared a lot for her, but Hermione had heard “going into a den of snakes” three times now.

“At least you are fine, Hermione,” Charlie spoke as he sat at her right side. “We need you around to take care of these two idiots.” Using a fork, he pointed at Harry and Ron across from them.

“Oi!” Harry huff out, his green eyes narrowed at the eldest Weasley child in the room. “We prefer bamboos.”

“Or an orangutan for Won Won.” George manage a weak joke.

Everyone around the table join together in laughter, the air was lighter than earlier. Hermione glance over to George, his face still had an ashen tint to his parlor. He was still taking Fred’s death hard but with this small jest, Hermione felt like George might come back to his old self.

Molly entered the dining room, floating dinner plates and bowls through the air. Hermione could smell the rich and hearty stew before she could see it. Yet as the bowl landed on her plate, not even the homemade vegetable and beef stew was enough for her to dive into her ravenous appetite. The witch made an attempt with lifting a fork full of well cooked beef but right now, it look like a wiggling worm.

Sighing, Hermione drop the fork back down into the bowl. Hell, the bowl of fresh bake bread look as interesting as a batch of Neville’s failed potions. What was wrong with her?

Hermione glance away from the uninviting food and toward the door to the basement. She had to get her mind off of her nauseous lack of appetite. Tonight was the full moon, it was just a few hours till it rose and Remus was force into such a horrible transformation. Through her upset stomach and pounding headache, her body ache to go and see him. Even if it was just for a little while.

“…Charlie and Molly can take the second hour and George and Kingsley the third hour.”

Arthur’s words drift through her conscious, pulling Hermione away from the basement door. “Sorry, what is this about shifts?”

Concern was written on the patriarch’s face, “We are talking about our shifts for watching over Remus. Without a Wolfsbane potion, Remus will to be watch and make sure his wolf does not break free.”

“Yeah,” Ron sip on his pumpkin juice. “When he heard about you missing, ‘Mione, he nearly broke down the cage’s door. And that was when he was still a man.”

Molly pursed her lips, “You don’t need to make Hermione worried. Look, sweetie, you don’t have to do a shift if you don’t want to.”

“A shift?”

“Yes, everyone is going into pairs, taking turns on doing wards and watching the door,” Harry look at her like she had grown two heads. “You, me, and Ginny are doing a shift after Ron and Mr. Weasley. Weren’t you paying attention?”

Kingsley’s deep voice overlap Harry’s. “This is of course a temporary measure. Without Wolfsbane, we are stuck with a wild wolf. The Ministry is refusing to give us Wolfsbane potion or even help. Greybeck made a lot of werewolves or those afflicted with the curse through the war.”

At the corner of her eye, she saw Ron shift uncomfortable in his seat at the mention of those who were afflicted. When she caught his eye, he look away quickly, as if guilty about something.

“I know Hermione and Harry have been looking for some potions for Remus,” Ginny brought up. “But, they can’t find anything similar to Wolfsbane.”

“If only we had a Potion’s Master…”

‘The root of the Henbane herb is a great way to dull some…animal’s senses for a night or two. Perfect if you wish to calm a wolf.’

“Would anyone have any Henbane?”

After Hermione quickly explain that she heard that the root of the Henbane could dull the senses, Molly went back to the Burrow to get Potion ingredients. The Order didn’t have a Potion’s Master at hand but they did have Potions books, the Henbane herb was commonly found in potions that caused dizziness. It was a far fetch step but if they could conduct a potion that would cause Remus’ werewolf to become dizzy and thus a non threat, it would be a temporary fix.

However, Hermione had to explain that she read about the Henbane from a trusty source. It wasn’t that much of a lie. Yet, Hermione was becoming concern about not even bringing up the non dead and alive Severus Snape to everyone. It should be the second thing she told them but even trying to mention him, without using his names, her lips refuse to move.

Hermione didn’t have time to worry about it as her mind was on Remus’ problem. Molly gather a bunch of Henbane herbs from her personal stores and several other ingredients. Hermione figure out if they replace one potion ingredient in the Calming Draught with the Henbane root, the werewolf would not act crazy over the lack of stability.

She finish the batch with a few minutes to go before her shift was about to start. At first Charlie and Molly help with the Potion but when their shifts started, Hermione was left alone. Hermione glance down at the rather blue and green potion, as clear as a water milk. It was the right consistency.

Hermione pour a good amount into several vials for later. The rest would be good for tomorrow and perhaps the next full moon, if they had not gotten a good Potion maker. The young Gryffindor journey downstairs, stifling a yawn. With lack of food, Hermione was feeling off. Hermione barely made it through the potion making.

She walk down the stairs, ready to start her shift with Ginny and harry. The moon was about to rise soon and Remus needed the potion. “I finally made the-”

It seem Ginny and Harry got to their shift early. On the couch, they molded to each other, their limbs as one. Hermione sigh, knowing that Ron would have a fit if he saw his best friend and sister snogging like wanton teenagers. Even if he had already accepted them.

Clearing her throat, she interrupted the loving couple. “I finish the potion.” She spoke like she never saw them kissing, even though all three of them knew.

“Oh, good,” Ginny smooth down her hair as her cheeks mirrored her fiery strands. “Does it work?”

“It should work. If it doesn’t then Remus might experience a wild headache. Either way, the wolf will be out of commission.”

“I will go give it to him then.” Harry nodded, a stain of pink lipstick on his chin.

The moment he tried to get up, Hermione halt up and turn her head away. “I rather you not. At least…in that state.” When Hermione look back, Harry was sitting on the couch again with the throw pillow carefully place over his lap. “I’ll go.”

“But Remus said that he doesn’t want to see you, no offense.”

Hermione sighed, looking between the happy and embarrass couple. “I will be fine. I will give him the potion and come back quickly.”

Walking down the old and half rotten steps to the basement was like walking through the portal of Hell. Cold air (a strange thing to occur for late July) tease her skin and raise the hair on the back of her neck. Even when the Order got rid of most of the Dark Magic tainted fixtures and things in the house, Hermione always felt like she was being watch every time she muster up the courage of going down to the basement.

The basement was home to a small collection of age wines and spirits (the alcohol and Hermione could place a bet that the other kind was ghostly) of the Black family. Gray dirt covered the floor, housing of hundreds of footprints throughout the years. Scatter between a meter or two were tiny torches, filling the large space with dim light.

Extending from the ancient stone face walls of the basement were shorter and thicker brick walls. Strung through the new addition of the basement was a series of long, thick as her arm, iron bars. Like a predator watching its prey, two golden eyes watch her.

“H-Hermione?” the call of her name was the only thing stopping her from leaving for some help. The way those eyes were watching her had cold and hot shudders run rampant throughout her body, each other going in opposite directions.

Hermione step closer to the makeshift cell, hoping the dim light of the torches would help her. Through the iron cage door was the man of the hour, so to speak. It felt like forever since Hermione last saw him and sure as hell did he look like it.

His once well kept brown locks clung to his sunken cheeks like they wanted to be as close to some warmth as possible. She knew that Molly fed him well, given the empty plates and bowls gather outside the cage. But, it look like he hadn’t eaten anything in weeks by the way his clothes hung off him.

Remus look wearier than any time Hermione saw him.

He clung to the iron bars; a look of panic was clear on his face even with the low light. The scars of his cheek stood out with the lack of maintenance over the last week. “You shouldn’t be down here!” the growl in his throat rumble low. “The moon will rise in-”

“In ten minutes, I know.” Hermione cut him off. “And before you start about me coming down here alone, I have had enough of people sending through a guilt trip for one week.”

“You should have never had gone to the Malfoy Manor without someone,” Remus still persisted on taking Hermione on another round. “If you wanted to go so badly, I could have gone with you. Protected you.”

“And have you try to rip out Lucius Malfoy’s pale and thick aristocrat neck? I rather not have him taking this as a sign to put more prejudice on werewolves.”

The way the corner of his lips twitch, Hermione feared that he was taking in joy by imagining it. Looking over at the small window, Hermione could see the moon was close to completion. She had to get the potion to Remus fast.

“Look, Remus, we don’t have much time,” Hermione reach into her pocket and pull out the flask. “This potion will help you when you transform.”

“What is it?”

“It isn’t like the Wolfsbane but with this, your wolf will be too dizzy to do anything bad. It should help in the mean time,” Remus look at the vial like it was as if she was offering a piece of gum to a kid with new braces. “Please, trust me on this.”

Remus’ eyes were as clear as they have even been. He nodded his head and extended his arm out through the tight gap. Hermione itch closer, her nose wrinkle as she could smell the musky scent of lack of bathing properly. The witch slid the vial over to his offering palm. As her fingers brush against his flesh, a sharp and painful jolt of lighting hit her like a ton of bricks.

It felt like she was hit with a curse but, neither of them had a wand. Hermione groan, the room was starting to spin. The dirt floor felt softer then hard rapidly that her feet struggle to find any ground for balance.

“Hermione?” she could barely hear Remus’ concern voice through the thick fog.

Hermione clung to the iron bars of the cage and press her forehead against the cool metal. A hand place itself on her thick mane, fingers brush through the ever wild strands. Hermione let out a heavy breath, closing her eyes to control the strange dizziness.

“You look as white as a sheet, Hermione,” Remus point out as his fingers continue to comb through her hair to relax her. When his fingers brush against the back of her neck, Hermione wince as tiny sparks went through her again.

“I….I think I need to lay down…” Hermione push against the bars and took a step back. As her right foot went back, her left foot crumple from lack of balance.

Hermione gave one yelp of surprise, her body falling down fast like tossing a book off a roof. Before her body collided with the ground, two arms wrap around her waist halt her full stop. The arms tighten themselves around as the hands reposition Hermione back to full stand. Because of the lack of the reach the arms had, Hermione was back against the cell door. Her body was limp as a wet noodle.

“You should really watch where you are going, pet,” the voice of the arms chuckled a rich and husky tone.

Hermione whimper, her body was reeling from the shock of the near fall and the low control it had. She turn her head up, her mouth open to say her thanks to Remus for catching her. What she saw, pull out what little breath she had. Staring down at her were completely golden eyes. The molten gold hue overtook the whites of the eyes, leaving only behind a large dot of black in the middle. It was the expression in these hypnotic eyes that Hermione fear most.

A look of pure hunger sparkle through the yellow iris as lust smirk at her behind it. Whoever this person was, it was not how Remus would act.

“I thought you were smart, Granger,” a smirk flirt his lips, proud of himself. “Coming down here, so close to the moon’s rise…alone. It is like you want to be eaten up.”

Hermione struggle, her arms push against the bars to break free. But his strong arms tighten up to a vice grip, nearly crush against her ribs.

“You should have never come down here, girl,” Remus growl at her. “It is not nice to tempt a wolf with a fresh piece of meat.”

“Remus let me go…now.” Hermione couldn’t control the stammer of fear in her voice. His fingers dug into her side; no doubt Hermione would have bruises there later. “Please!”

He laugh, a low and deep chuckle vibrating in the small space. “You should have had someone else administer the potion. I know how many people are up there, station around the clock to watch over me like a child. I can smell them as much I can smell your fear.”

“I’m not afraid of you!”

“Oh, yes, the brains of the Golden Trio, is not afraid of the big bad wolf. Because she has face down troll and wild Death Eaters, that makes her unafraid of anything. But here is the thing,” his head cock to the side. “You never met me yet. Not properly anyway.”

“Not yet? Remus, I have known you for years. You…you are just acting this way because you are under stress of the full moon.” Hermione try to snap him out of her as quickly as possible.

His hands drew in circles around her body, sending heated shivers down her spine. As his fingers teased her flesh under her shirt, the lesser the pain that throb at the back of her neck. “Not exactly, love. The full moon is affecting me by giving me freedom. It has been so long since I wasn’t push down by that awful potion. You are a smart girl, surely you can figure it out who I am.”

“You…you are the wolf? The gray area between Remus and the werewolf?”

“Exactly,” he smirk at her, the eyes flashing with mirth. “I think you deserved a reward.”

Suddenly, Hermione felt his hands wandering down her back under her shirt. His fingers explore her newly expose flesh. She squirm, her arms were pin against the bars so she could go reach over and slap him a new face. The frantic search of her back move to a slow movement as his fingers ran up and down her spine.

“S-Stop that!” Hermione cried out as soon as the fingers edge close to her bra.

The wolf, as Hermione started to call him in her head, pressed his head against the bars, his eyes look straight into hers. “Don’t lie to me, girl. I can smell you,” the low snarl stop her struggling post haste. “You like this. you never really touch a man or let a man touch you so every touch makes you jump. Because it is Remus’ hands that are touching you, you love this.”

Hermione felt her cheeks burn, her eyes darting over to the metal bars as they got more interesting. It was true, the moment his fingers started to touch her, her body gave it and whimper in joy at each stroke against the flesh. In fact, the earlier pain she experience had all but vanish, even her headache ceased.

“You…you are not really Remus so you shouldn’t touch what isn’t yours, wolf. Besides, me and Remus are just friends.” Hermione swallow, looking back at the wolf.

“Oh, you poor, naïve and stubborn girl,” his thumbs drew designs against her ribs. “You have no idea what this man, Remus, thinks about…dreams about. All about you. So many of them range from sicken sweet to dark and so delectable things. Last time you wore your pajamas around him, Remus imagined he could rip that tight shirt of yours and gorge himself on those pert breasts of yours.”

Even lack of imagination, his words certainly rose up that mental image. Hermione felt her whole body start to burn up with arousal despite herself. “He…he would never do that.”

“True,” he huffed in disappointment. “But here is the difference between Remus and me. I take what I want.”

The moment he lung forward, Hermione let out a scream and scramble away. She fell flat on her back, her head knock back onto the floor. Pushing herself up, she saw the wolf smirking a toothy grin at her. He wanted her to fall!

Upstairs there was a scramble of feet and raised voices. Harry and Ginny heard her.

The wolf look toward where the door was before looking down at her. “The longer you don’t completely accept as your mate, the harder it will be for you.”

Once he said his warning, Harry and Ginny race down the steps, their wands raised. The wolf raise his hands in surrender, taking steps back from the cage, taking a large gulp of the potion. Ginny help Hermione up from the floor as Harry kept his wand on the wolf.

“Good night and take good care of her. She really needs her strength for when I get out of here.” With that, he collapsed on the floor as the potion kicked in.

Harry and Ginny place heavy wards around the cage just as the moonlight shone brightly in the room. Hermione didn’t bother to watch the transformation. She had already seen the true wolf.

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Author’s note: Sorry for the delay, summer school is a pain. But yay, Ron came to apologize. I wasn’t going to let everyone hate Ron for long. Maybe just a little. I’m really looking forward to how the wolf acts later on because he will spring up again. And let’s hope this sickness of Hermione gets cured soon. Please rate and review!

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