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A Cursed Wound	By : Looneyluna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5027 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Three days! It had been three days since Remus had seen Nymphadora.

Nymphadora? Since when had he started calling Tonks by her given name?

Since you shagged her, a prudish voice chastised.

He�d waited for her to fall asleep that night � unable to sleep himself. The wolf hadn�t permitted it.

The lingering scent of sex was not enough to let Moony rest. His instinct would not be satisfied until she was marked.

So Remus had left � no explanation, no note � and he�d stayed away.

Her owls had found him, but he had returned them unanswered.

Remus had to stay away from her. If he didn�t, he�d never forgive himself. It was two days away from the full moon. He had no need for calendars because he could feel the wolfish traits surfacing.

He was dangerous now. Even with the Wolfsbane Potion, he didn�t trust himself. He still kept the cage, the cage he would lock himself into tomorrow night for the transformation. He hadn�t slept in three days either, the urge to seek out his nymph increasing.

Gods, he had come so close�so close to sinking his teeth into her and condemning her to the stigma of a wolf�s mate. He would not burden her with a cursed wound.

Opening the door to Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Remus tried to be as quiet as possible so as to not disturb Mrs. Black where she slept in her portrait. He was exhausted and needed to get some sleep so he headed up the stairs and into his room, his self-recriminations momentarily forgotten as he capitulated to the physical need for sleep. The last three days had been a blissful hell as memories of Nymphadora danced in his dreams.

Was he dreaming now? He could detect her subtle essence on the other side of his bedroom door. Remus entered his room, stopping dead in his tracks as the wolf discerned that its mate was ready and receptive. He squelched the beast�s lust and clutched the doorknob as if it were the only thing that was holding him back from taking what she was so obviously offering.

She was wearing the pink robe � the one she�d worn three nights ago � and little else underneath. Feeling his trousers tighten, Remus cursed. �Get out.�

She merely smiled at him, that smile that alluded to knowledge only she was privy to.

�I never would have pegged you as a love �em and leave �em type,� she said as she got off his bed and walked toward him. �Sirius said you would try pulling some noble tripe and deny your feelings.�

Remus wanted to turn tail and run. The wolf had other plans.

�Get out,� he entreated softly.

Tonks never wavered as she pressed against him and wrapped her arms around him. �Or what?�

Avoiding her kiss, Remus took her hands in his and held them by her side. �Get out,� he repeated. �The other night was a ruddy mistake. You should leave.�

The gleam in her eyes was almost predatory as she stood on her toes to kiss him again. �You�re scared,� she affirmed. �Scared that you�ll hurt me. Scared that you�ll mark me.�

Remus gave a guttural huff in response, unable to articulate anything else.

�Give me what I want, pet,� she addressed the wolf directly. �I know you can�t understand me, but I want you. I want you bound to me. Mine.�

Squeezing her wrists, Remus finally met her stare. �Do you, Nymph? Do you want me to sink my teeth into your shoulder and rut on you like some disgusting animal? Because that�s what he wants�what I want.� He shivered, trying to restrain the animalistic urge to strip her bare and take what she offered.

�Yes,� she whispered without hesitation against the hollow of his throat. �I want both of you.�

Her words were music to Moony�s ears. Her brazen attitude and the influence of the moon decimated the last vestige of any honorable intentions. Feeling the carnal lust reign supreme, Moony rent her dressing robe from her body, picked her up, and tossed her face first onto the bed.

Before Tonks could turn over, he jerked down his trousers and pinned her beneath him, shoving his knee between her legs. He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her to her knees, seeking the svelte warmth of her slit.

She struggled beneath him. Whether from fear or discomfort, he did not know. He didn�t care. He would take her by force, if necessary. Running the tip of his member along the seam of her essence, he paused.

�Nymph?� Her name on his lips was an urgent and pleading whisper � his last ditch effort to make her see reason.

Finally able to anchor herself properly, she answered him by pushing as far back as she could, sheathing him.

Primitive instinct drove him forward and he mounted her properly, wrapping one arm around her stomach and imbedding his length within the confines of her submissive body. He leaned over her back. Moony whined, clamping down on her shoulder with the gentle reserve that only Remus could muster.

Tonks hissed and encouraged him, moaning his name. �Harder, Moony,� she whimpered through clenched teeth. �Gods, please hurry!�

Moony answered her plea, and bit harder.

Remus� control snapped and he closed his eyes, condemning himself for his weakness, as he tasted the copper moisture trickle onto his tongue. They froze, Tonks half in bliss and half in agony, and Remus finally yielding to Moony as the wolf maintained its dominance over its mate.

There was no orgasmic euphoria, only his animalistic drive to breed with her. With a final shudder, he released his seed and collapsed on top of her.

Sated, the wolf receded into the shadows of Remus� mind, leaving devastation in its wake. He rolled off her and the bed, pulling up the trousers that he hadn�t even taken off all the way. Grief delivered him into the numbness of despair.

Walking down the hall and into the loo, he looked at himself in the mirror and wiped away the blood on his lip. Weakling, he chastised himself mentally as he gathered supplies to tend to her wound.

When he returned, she was sitting up in bed, her eyes blood-shot red and shining with tears.

Oh gods! What have I done? He froze in horror.

There was a dark purple bruise, which resembled the shape of his teeth, marring the skin of her shoulder. Miraculously, he had managed to keep Moony from inflicting a deep wound. In fact there were only two puncture holes on her shoulder. Thank the gods, Remus sighed, relieved.

Anger at both himself and her overrode his sense of self-loathing. He didn�t dare look at her. He didn�t think he could bare the regret in her eyes.

�You should have listened to me, Nymph,� he scolded softly as he gently pressed a cloth against the mark. �Luckily, I didn�t break too much skin. The scar shouldn�t resemble a mark and you can move on.�

Angry dark eyes peered into his. �And just where am I moving on to?�

The question went unanswered as he ministered to the angry welt on her shoulder.

Nowhere! Moony railed possessively as Remus removed himself from temptation and started to pace the room. She�s mine!

Even though he could feel the lust ensnare him, Remus tempered his response with what he hoped was indifference and spite. He was angry � angry with her, Moony, but mostly himself. He�d never experienced the heaven she had offered him before, and he wasn�t about to go about making a habit of it.

He stooped and picked up her robe, tossing it at her. �Out of my room,� he retorted angrily.

�But--� Tonks implored.

�Nothing,� Remus scolded, wanting nothing more than to take her again. �You�ve had your fun. Now get out!�

�You marked me,� she whispered shakily. �In the book ��

�I hate to be the one to tell you this,� he bit out, �but the books are wrong. We�re not mated. That�s just a myth some git like Gilderoy Lockheart perpetuated. A myth, which, by the way, the Ministry endorses.�

Pulling the robe on, Tonks slid off the bed and started to walk toward him. �Sirius said you might act like this,� she murmured. �He said you would condemn yourself to a half life rather than admit your true feelings. I love you and I think you love me.�

Scoffing, Remus looked away.

Silence loomed between them.

Tonks pulled her robe together and tied the sash, crowding him and daring him to look at her. Poking a finger into his chest, she pushed him.

�When you decide to stop being a bloody wanker about this, you�ll know where to find me,� she stated with wavering conviction in her voice. �And you�d better at least bring a box of chocolates with you when you come to apologize.�

He watched her leave, grateful she had before Moony could gather his strength.

--

Two days later �

Pacing the length of the cage, the wolf whined, occasionally stopping to dig under the bars in an attempt to gain its freedom. His mate was beyond the bars of the steel cage in which his master had imprisoned him. He must free himself and go to her.

Stop! Remus commanded, attempting to control the dementia, which was most difficult to do ever since they had claimed the pink-haired nymph. I�m warning you, Moony. I�ll kill you if you go near her!

Moony leered salaciously at his weakened counterpart as he continued to dig frantically at the cement anchoring the base of the bars, ignoring his throbbing paws and blood upon the ground. I�ll bite her � turn her into a true mate. She�s mine! You�ve denied me this simple pleasure long enough.

Shuddering as the beast declared his intentions, Remus did his best to bluff. Even if you did manage to break out of the cage, I�ve warded the doors. They won�t let you through.

Moony howled his frustration.

Remus ebbed into nothingness, letting the wolf bloody his paws. There really was no way Moony could get out of Grimmauld Place. Yes, he could destroy this �home,� but would that be such a great loss?

One thing was certain. Once the moon released him from this curse, he would need to start making arrangements to leave. He�d never felt so beaten by Moony before for he had always been able to keep the wolf at bay while taking the Wolfsbane potion.

He had taken his potion religiously ever since its inception, with exception of that one time. And Sirius and Harry had almost paid the ultimate price.

As if Moony scented the stench of betrayal in the air, he paused, humbling himself to his weaker half. He stopped digging and whimpered. If you mated with her willingly, I would not need to resort to such threats. She�s receptive. She �loves� you. Bed our witch and sate us within the confines of her fertile womb.

Remus knew better than to believe Moony�s words. The wolf was crazed with lust. It didn�t even recognize the pain it was inflicting upon itself right now. Remus winced. In the morning, the man would bear the scars.

--

Dragging himself toward the back of the cell, Remus tried to grasp his robe to cover himself. His hands were bloodied and he had dropped his wand outside of the bars before he could unlock the cage. He been here � naked and shivering � for the last few hours.

Someone was coming, probably Molly, to check on him. Only she, Arthur, Dumbledore, and Harry could get through his wards. He could smell them.

Moony had exhausted himself. Even though recovering from the transformation was difficult, this was when Remus felt whole. He was a man, not a man split in half and dependent on the natural cycle of the moon. Closing his eyes, Remus shivered.

�Tonks,� he whispered, his voice rough and gravely.

He could hear footsteps now and hauled himself into a sitting position, trying to shift his robe over his lap for the sake of modesty.

�Remus?� a male voice called out.

Tired, almost as tired as the wolf, Remus could hardly muster the strength to call out. �Down here,� he managed finally, licking his dry lips.

The footsteps got closer as the man came down the cellar steps.

�What �� the question died on Harry�s lips as he approached the scene.

�It�ll heal,� Remus mumbled feebly. �It always does.�

Harry opened the cell door and knelt in front of his friend. �What happened?�

�Moony tried to get out,� explained Remus, wincing when Harry tried to pull him to his feet.

Harry looked over his shoulder at the blood near the bars, then at Remus� hands. �Maybe I should Floo Mrs. Weasley?�

As gently as he could, Harry wrapped Remus� hands. �I�ll be right back.�

--

Remus must have passed out because when he woke up he was in bed. His hands were bandaged and he heard voices whispering across the room. Opening his eyes, he squinted and tried to make out who was in the corner of the room.

�Thanks for coming on such short notice, Poppy,� Molly said, her voice filled with panic and concern. �It�s been a while since he�s had wounds so severe.�

�What concerns me most,� Poppy replied softly, �is that these wounds were self-inflicted. Perhaps he forgot to take his potion.�

�I think I may know what happened,� a familiar soft-spoken voice stated.

Remus struggled to sit up, panic and fear rising like bile in his throat. There she was, standing next to the other two women. Her arms were folded across her chest as though she were cold. She looked worried and tired.

�Don�t,� he said, still trying to shake the sleep from his mind.

Tonks was the first to reach his bed, sitting down and touching his forehead like a mother would a feverish child.

�Don�t touch me,� hissed Remus, shying away from her touch. �Get away from me!�

Tonks jumped back ,startled.

�Remus?� Molly asked, taking Tonks� place at the foot of the bed. �We�re worried about you.�

Poppy stood on the other side of the bed and fidgeted with the duvet. �What happened, Remus? Did you run out of potion?�

�Get out!� he growled menacingly towards Tonks.

�Remus!� Molly gasped.

�Did you forget to take your potion?� Poppy continued her line of questioning, undeterred by his lack of civility.

Remus winced as he tried to grasp the duvet and shove it aside.

Tonks backed away from the bed. �He didn�t forget his potion, Poppy.�

He tensed.

�You lied to me,� Tonks accused. �You told me we weren�t mated.�

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