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The Wolf, the Otter, and the Slytherin	By : Tri Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 32025 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“Damn it! Not again!”

Strands of fabric gathered in his palms, the tiniest threads slipped through his fingers like water. Gray light trickle into the room through the curtains, the sun had only just risen from beyond the horizon. Remus sighed, burying his face into the bundle of cotton. Another day had already started and gone was a night full of troubles. Promising the cycle to repeat. Remus had no idea if he should welcome another day when he held his bed sheets in his hands. This had been the fifth time he had awoken like this.

The wizard let the cotton strands fall to the floor, grabbing onto the bedpost to pull himself up from the sunken mattress. Taking his wand from on the bedside table, Remus turned around to survey the damage. The bed was already in shambles before Remus slept in it. But, the sight of the sheets, strips pulled apart from the fabric made his stomach twist. It was if claws had pulled their way down his bed in a fit of rage.

Rather fixing his sheets with a quick flick of his wand, Remus pulled the thin fabric from the bed and pushed it under his bed like an adolescence boy hiding his first morning problem. Remus laughed at that thought. As his laughter faded in the early morning, Remus was reminded of his other problem.

His navy blue pajama bottoms were currently displaying his manhood to the open-enough for him to feel like covering it quickly despite his obvious privacy. Remus was glad that Teddy had his own nursery. The wizard shambled over to the bathroom, as his best at not having the fabric rub him wrongly. Tossing the offending fabric away, Remus felt the tip of his cock hit his belly with a snap. Normally, Remus thought nothing of (as Sirius use to called it) morning wood as it was normal for a man to have. It was the problem of what caused Remus’s personal wand to stand at attention that concern him.

Standing under the blistering cold water, Remus prayed to every god out there to let his mind be free of his thoughts. Clenching his eyes shut, his mind drifted to the source of all his problems.

Hermione Granger.

For weeks, his mind was plagued by that tiny witch to the point he truly thought he might go mad. Weeks might have been an understatement. Months, his thoughts had Hermione involved. It started at concern of her, Harry, and Ron exposing themselves to danger and as soon as he awoke that day in the Hospital Wing, his mind twisted the image of the young girl into something sensual.

Remus sighed, pushing his dreams to the farthest corner of his mind. It would be best not to delve on them. The werewolf shuddered as the ice water drenched him to numbness. The numbness was greatly welcomed. Shutting the water off, Remus wrapped himself in a towel before heading back into his room.

“You know it is unhealthy to deny your body’s urges like that,” a voice in the corner of the voice spoke. “Just give in and polish that wand of yours.”

Remus ignored that voice; know that finding a pair of pants was more interesting. Even though his eyes were not on him, Remus could still feel those eyes on his back.

“I know you can hear me. Don’t ignore me.” The voice exhumed smugness and confidence that Remus just found annoying. “I’m not leaving until I feel like it.”

“I just find your presence a troublesome that I rather not deal with it this early in the morning.” Remus called back, buttoning the thin out pants.

The voice growled in annoyance, “Merlin! You can be a chore to listen it. So damn proper and precise with your words. Just say what we know what you want to say; ‘Get the fuck out’. Four words and I can leave.”

“We both know you can’t leave.”

“Yes, but I can shut up for a time,” the voice pointed out. There was a long pause that gave hope that he left Remus be for the moment. Until his voice rang out again. “If you keep this up…next full moon and I will sink my pearly whites into that young, tender, pale neck of that girl you are after. Or her thigh...I bet she will love that.”

Remus turned around faster than hippogriff biting into a weasel’s neck. His wand pointed right at the corner where the voice was coming from. “Don’t you dare touch her again, you hear me?”

There was movement from the corner as a figure emerged from under the shadow the early morning had casted. Remus watched as the voice took shape and moved itself towards the wizard. His cooper hair messy as if he spent the whole night running fingers through the strands. His tall frame mirrored his but his skin glowed with being in the sun for many hours. Gold eyes flash as his sharp teeth sparkled with a grin. Standing before him was everything he despised.

His wolf side.

The Wolf laughed, finding Remus threat of nothing but words. “You might think you can tell me what to do but, in reality…I tell you what to do.”

“I am my own person, wolf.” Remus growled out

Gold eyes rolled in their sockets. “And I am my own person as well, wizard,” he mocked. “And I have my own needs. And my needs are clear: I want to fuck that curly hair witch.”

“If you even speak of Miss Granger like that-”

“Are you back to ‘Miss Granger’ again?” It was as if Remus had proclaim his love for Flinch by the disgusted look on his own face. “Puh-lease! Not after that naughty dream you had earlier. What was it again? Oh yes…” his grin grew larger, licking his lips in hunger. “You dreamt you rescued her from Death Eaters but only later found out she was cursed and the only cure was pure, wild, passionate sex.”

“Shut up…”

“Not very original but better then holding her hand. That dream sucked!”

“I said shut up!”

A green light exploded from his wand tip, thrown at the wolf in front of him. The Wolf stood still, looking bored and not moving. The light passed through him hitting the back wall, creating a crater into the wooden boards.

“You know you can’t hurt me, Remus,” the phantom wolf scowled at him. “I am all in your head after all. Really, the only time you can get rid of me is during the full moon with that awful potion. And you can’t get that anymore seeing as Snapey-poo is dead.”

“He could be still alive…”Remus voice drew quiet, his wand hand drooping to his side. Even he didn’t believe his words but, he wanted to win once against this wolf. “If anyone can survive a snack bite like that…it is Severus.”

“If, if, he was still alive, I doubt he would make a potion for you. All you can do now is get locked up, and drugged up to the point of mindlessness. Or…”

“Or what?”

Getting closer to Remus, the Wolf let his fanged teeth show. “Give into me. Be the werewolf you can be. You can be so great at it, too. Imagine; running through the woods, hunting down small prey until your fur is soaked in blood, being free. And the best part of it; you can have Hermione as a mate. Fucking her every moment of the day, marking her for the world to see, and filling her with little pups. ”

“She doesn’t want me like that.”

“She would if you stop acting the fatherly type and just fucking pin her down and take her. We both know she is ripe and fertile. And she wants you. I could smell her delicious juices just pooling in those white panties of hers every time she sees you. Stop giving her mix signals!”

Remus snapped his eyes back the Wolf, silver eyes narrowing in annoyance. “She is too young to understand her feelings, Wolf. And besides, the only reason she has been acting this way is because of that dreaded soul mate curse.”

“You lot keep saying it is a curse when it can be a blessing in disguise. The more you struggle, the poor painful it will be.”

As the Wolf vanished into the far reaches of his mind, Remus began to wonder. How worst could it get then this?

It was a welcome pleasant quiet afternoon in the Grimmauld Place. Other than Teddy, Remus was alone for most part of the day. The other two residents of the old Black House (three if you were to count Ginny, who had been staying days at a time) had left after breakfast to get Hermione a new wand. The young witch looked excited at the prospect of getting a new wand. Though she was glad that she was going to get a new wand, Remus believed she missed her first wand. But, as she said countless time, a new wand was better than holding onto that wicked wand of Bellatrix Lestrange.

Remus could feel the fire ignited in fury at the thought of that wicked woman. She had killed so many and torture hundreds. That madwoman had ended his beloved Dora’s beautiful life right when it began. If he had his way, every trace of Bellatrix Lestrange would be forgotten forever.

The sound of his growl, awoken his infant son in his arms. Teddy looked up at his father, his dark eyes twinkling with wonder. Seeing the cherub gazing up at him, Remus’ thoughts began to soften. Even though Dora was gone, she still left her mark on the world. Their son would grow up hearing her heroic stories and her good heart that opened up to a cursed man like him.

Remus sighed, stroking his son’s soft hair, the strands changing under his fingers. The only thing that gave him solace nowadays was remembering Dora’s spectrum of color hair, changing with her moods. Her crisp and rather rough laughter warmed his heart like eating the finest chocolate. She showed him that someone could love him for who he was not what he was.

It made his heart ache with the knowledge that she was laid to rest just months ago when it felt like days since she had passed. If she could see him in this pitiful state, Remus knew her dark eyes would stare him down before hauling him up his feet and into action. He was glad that she inherited the fiery spirit of the Black family like Sirius had rather the sinister and twisted dark side like Bellatrix did.

Teddy held his finger hostage, wrapping his toothless smile around Remus finger. Now, drawn to the digit, Teddy’s sole attention was on it, his eyes closed in joy.

The sound of the front door (following by a screech of Mrs. Black) drew Remus mind away from his mind. Soon the screams were deafened and Remus could hear the familiar stomps of Harry and the quiet footsteps of Hermione.

Carrying Teddy with him, Remus looked over the corner of the living room to the front parlor. Both Harry and Hermione were fanning themselves from the brutal heat outside. Remus stole the moments before they could notice him, just staring at Hermione no matter what his logical mind screamed at him not to do.

Beads of sweat venture down the soft curves of her face, defying gravity by taking its path down her long and slender neck before disappearing in her shirt. Remus had to hold back a breath as he imagined following the same path but with his fingers…or the pad of the tongue.

Remus had to physical wretch his mind away by looking at the spot above her head. She was half his age, he taught her, she was still innocent, and she was still young.

‘So young and so tender. Innocent. Helpless.’ his wolf purred in lust.

The aged wizard pushed Wolf’s words far away, where they gather safely. Remus turned the corner, letting the two see him. “Did you enjoy your trip?” He directed his question to them both but his eyes were safely on Harry.

“Ollivander’s still has few wands; most of them were destroyed when he was kidnapped or stolen. But, we did get what we came for. Right, Hermione?”

Hermione smiled, looking like a child after receiving her first toy. “It took a couple of tries but I got my wand!”

“Come on, ‘Mione, show Remus.” Harry encouraged

“Let me put Teddy away and get you some butterbeers, you look like you could use it.”

Both Harry and Hermione were relieved at the prospect, heading to the kitchen to wait for the werewolf. Teddy was willingly to go back to his room if it meant snuggling up to his stuffed dragon. After kissing his son on the head, Remus entered the kitchen. Remus fetched three bottles of chilled Butterbeer from the ice chest, placing them on the kitchen island where the two sat.

Harry and Hermione gulp their drinks in a quick fashion while Remus took small sips. Once the two were both satisfied, Remus stared at the safety area above Hermione’s sweet face. “So, can I see this new wand of yours?”

Hermione carefully removed her brand new wand from her sleeve; she hesitated handing the wand over. Remus gave her a reassuring smile, making Hermione relaxed for him to gain it. Remus admired the beautiful piece. The dark, brown-red tinted wood stretch midway down his arm as the silver capped bottom sent out threads of its shiny metal around, twisting towards the silver band. Tiny ebony diamonds filled in the gaps of the silver rope.

“It is mahogany and dragon heartstring,” Hermione answered his unvoiced question.

“You sound sadden by that, Hermione,” Remus felt a ting in his chest at her pale face. “The wand chooses you, remembere?”

Hermione glance at the wand in question, “I just miss my old wand. I never thought I would ever lose it. Mahogany feels different.”

Remus couldn’t bear having Hermione so unhappy. Daring to feed his wolf more fodder, Remus looked deeply in her warm chocolate eyes. “There is nothing wrong with mahogany, Hermione. You should be proud to have this wood,” Hermione looked at him in interest. “Wizards and witches who have mahogany wands are always destined to do amazing things in life. And here you are, a quarter of your life done and you have done things that not many wizards and witches could ever do in fifty years.” Remus saw color appear on her face at the praise.

“My dad had this wood, didn’t he?” Harry was always curious about his parents.

“Yes, he did. Though, I suggest not turning into a man like James Potter if you want to keep your head.”

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of laughter at Remus joke. Harry had heard stories of his father’s adventures and stories (though some were not as innocent). Remus’s ears burned as the chiming bells of laughter of Hermione flooded his eardrums. A corner of his mouth twitch into a smile, letting him be wash over by her soft laughter.

When their eyes caught again, Hermione reeled back, glancing at her butterbeer. She was probably thinking back on the night in her bedroom. When he left her, she looked so defeated at his rejection. He just couldn’t give in and tarnish her purity. No matter what happened between them already. A kiss was enough.

Or so he wanted to believe.

==

It was a quiet evening at Grimmauld Place, a nice welcome from all the occupants. The dry and humid days have reached over towards the beginning of August. Everyone had gathered in the living room after a dinner prepared by Ginny. It was still too hot for them to light the fire so; they kept a hefty supply of cold treats and drinks for everyone. Everyone was wrapped in their own little worlds.

Ginny entertained Teddy, letting the little baby play with dancing toys while she read him a story. Harry and Ron sat across from each other, playing wizard chess. Ron was obviously winning their third game. Everyone had been to the Burrow earlier that afternoon, playing Quidditch. Though, Remus and Hermione kept back from joining in. While Hermione was still afraid of height, Remus didn’t think he could go up against a family of natural born Quidditch players. Remus couldn’t even go against James or Sirius back in the day, and he was younger back then.

Remus looked up from his book towards the other occupant on the couch. Hermione had her head buried in the translation that Lucius Malfoy had given her. She had read the book three times and she complained that she could never gain a grasp of it. True, souls are important to wizards and cutting it was a dark magic. But, she could never understand the idea of souls latching onto each other to survive when Voldemort had never regained a full soul after his Horcruxes.

Remus noticed the crinkle in her forehead, knowing that Hermione was moments away from exploding from frustration. Her redden cheeks from anger were barely pink on her pale face. For a few weeks, Remus noticed that Hermione was not herself. She was off. Out of sync with herself. The werewolf wished that she would return to her old self. He felt guilty, responsible for her…though he couldn’t understand why other than concern.

Closing his book between his bookmark, Remus moved closer to the young witch. “Are you alright, Hermione?”

The entry of his voice startled the girl, her anger dissipating somewhat but replaced with an urge to pursue help. They had spent nights before, talking about new academic research and studies’ always relying on each other for understanding. Remus missed those nights.

“I just don’t understand this passage. I have read it over and over again but…it is like it is in a foreign language.”

“Well, don’t forget it was translated from one, ‘Mione.” Ron quipped in.

“I know that, Ronald,” Hermione huffed

“Just saying.”

The way a tiny smile tickled her lips, made Remus chest tighten with jealousy. Remus inched closer to the witch, a breath away from touching her. “Let me see it.” Remus kept his growl at bay.

Handing over the parchment (it reeked of wealth by the quality of the parchment); Remus looked at the paper in hand. Remus could see why Hermione was having trouble understanding this passage. It spoke of the color of souls needing to connect to complimenting colors, to a point where if one color was off by a shade that the souls couldn’t connect. He read downwards, hoping the other passages might figure out the author meant. His eyes stopped. Underneath the fancy, neat, elegant handwriting was a barely there words filling up a quarter of the page. Cramped, barely a space between the scratchy words.

His breath caught in his throat. This was his handwriting.

His hands shaking, he turned to the witch next to him. “Hermione, is Sn-”

Before he could finish, a loud tapping on the window overshadowed his voice. Everyone turned in their spots to the front window, surprised to see an owl fluttering its wings outside so late in the evening. Ginny, closest to the window went over and let the owl in. As the bird nibbled on some of Ron’s leftover sandwich, the younger redhead took the letter from the owl.

“It’s from the Ministry of Magic,” she wasn’t the only one surprised. Letters from the Ministry at night was never a good sign.

Harry got up from his chair; Ron was trying to get his sandwich back from the owl, and took the letter from his girlfriend. Ripping the envelope open, he pulled a thick stack of parchment and began to read out loud.

“The Ministry of Magic is honored to announce a memorial service for all fallen heroes of the Great Wizard War that occurred this past May. This memorial service will be held at Hogwarts on August 5^th in front of the castle. Everyone is free to attend to this event, as everyone has been affected by what had happen. The heroes will not be forgotten and will be forever remembered. More details will be posted in tomorrow’s morning Daily Prophet. Signed, Cornelius Fudge.”

Pushing the paper towards the back, Harry passed out the other pieces of parchments to everyone. “They are letters to each of us. Asking us to be on stage with Fudge,” Harry groaned, looking at his long letter.

“This sounds like a good idea. At least Fudge is doing something good.” Ginny tried to lift up the spirits that had fallen since the letter came. The war was still fresh for each of them.

“It could be Fudge is trying to gravel to the public, asking him to forgive him for his actions. Maybe get re-elected as Minister. We still don’t have a Minister.” Ron pointed out.

“Kingsley is doing a good job as a temporary Minister. Besides, I doubt the public will take Fudge back,” Hermione shot back. “It is a shock that he still has influence in the Ministry to begin with.”

Remus looked at Hermione’s letter, seeing it held the same information for him. What time to get there, how to dress, and a small idea of what the schedule would be. A ceremony, photos taken, and an after party with known war heroes (obviously Harry) and sponsors. Already, Remus was dreading the thought of being pushed into the limelight. Especially how the public reacted to his and Hermione supposedly marriage.

“It says here that we will each contribute to the memorial in a personal way,” Hermione was absorbing the information. “That their memories will never be forgotten for all time. What could that meant?”

“Regardless,” Harry chimed, folding his letter in half, “A memorial service will be good. It will help us heal and move on.”

Harry might be young but, Remus knew that Harry was not the thirteen year old he had help overcome his fear of Dementors. It brought a smile to his face, glad that he could see his old friends’ son grow up into a fine young man.

“Just as long as we don’t have to kiss up to Fudge, I will be happy.” Ron joked

As the room joined into a share laugh, Remus felt the warmth of a hand wrap around his, little fingers tightening around his hand. For a moment, Remus let the hand stay, knowing that no matter how much he fought, he was drawn to Hermione.

He just hoped his wolf wouldn’t sink his fangs into her neck.

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Author’s note: I haven’t given up this story. Pinky promise. It takes a while to write when you have to share a computer. But, I am back on track with this story after working some of the kinks. The next chapter will be up soon. Don’t forget to review and tell what you think.

And this is not the only time we will see the Wolf.
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