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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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“Hermione do you believe in soul mates?”

Those words haunted Hermione’s thoughts as she stared up the ceiling of the tiny room. Due to the spell McGonagall performed, Hermione felt drain and adding the lack of sleep; Pomfrey sought fit to order to rest in the other bed in the room. Hermione was thankful that she set up a trail of privacy curtains between the two beds.

Hermione sighed as she heard the chirping of the birds outside, calling for a new day. Hermione could not get an ounce of sleep. McGonagall promised her that she would speak to the staff and Order members about this ordeal before this was confirmed. Hermione wished it was just a fluke.

She could not imagine herself as a soul mate of Remus Lupin. He was older than her, a former professor, and now a widower with a son. Hermione was not for the wishy-washy stuff of true love business but Hermione never imagine something like this. However, Lupin was someone that Hermione greatly respected and admire. He was smart, funny, kind, generous, a true Gryffindor, and very handsome.

Hermione took a pillow and covered her head with it, as it hiding the shame that only she could see. Handsome? Where did that come from? An image of Lupin’s chest appeared and stained her thoughts. Of course, being as inexperience as she was, seeing a man’s naked chest for the first time would trigger some fantasies and warm thoughts. Hermione just needed to wait for the results and confirmation.

Under the pillow, Hermione heard the door creaking and shutting and the familiar tap of Madam Pomfrey’s shoes tapping on the stone floor. She heard the nurse’s words muffled under the pillow. “I hope you are ready for another dose, Remus.”

Hermione paid no attention as she remembered the taste of those vile potions and how Madam Pomfrey had a difficult time administrating it to Lupin last night. Hermione turned, focusing on the birds chirping to lull her to a good slumber.

CRASH!

Hermione was wide up awake and sitting up in a second. Wand raised, she flew out of the bed and drew back the privacy curtain. Pomfrey stood back in shock as the tray of vials was on the floor, shards of glass all over the floor as potions pooled together and mixed into a dark and disgusting brown color. Lupin was thrashing in his sleep, nearly ready to jump up and hit someone.

Madam Pomfrey couldn’t fix the ruined potions but she bind Lupin to the bed like a derange mental patient.

Hermione stepped through, careful not to step on any glass. “Madam Pomfrey? Is everything alright?”

The Head Nurse calmed down and shook her head at the young witch. “I tried to administer the potion but when I touched his jaw, he began to thrash and struggle. Now the left over potions that Severus made has gone to waste,” she sighed as she banished away the mess. “Miss Granger, would you do me a favor and stay by Remus while I fetch Slughorn?”

Hermione looked at the still struggling werewolf, as if his body knew that something was wrong. The man that her favorite professor proclaimed was her true love. Hermione sighed, resigning to the needed assistance. She was ever a bleeding heart for those in trouble.

“Yes, Madam Pomfrey.”

The nurse smiled in thanks and fetch Hermione and Lupin’s breakfast before dashing off to find the overweight wizard. The werewolf was still thrashing, his bed sheets tangling up around his legs, but he seemed calmed then when Pomfrey hovered over him.

“Dora…” a whimpering sound vibrated through his chapped lips. Hermione heard the plea and cry through each syllable. A lone tear traveled down his cheek and splash upon the pillow under his head.

It was like a sharp, cold knife plunging into her heart. Her hand had a mind of its own as it moved closer to his tightly wound up digits. Her tiny fingers enclosed over his rough flesh. Once the tips of her fingers stroked his hot flesh, the thrashing came to a startling halt.

Hermione read that when someone is in trouble, in pain, or worry, the touch of a love one soothed them. She could only theorized that in his mind, Lupin was imagining Tonks hand. Never hers. That thought both twisted the knife implanted in her heart and soothed it.

“Professor?” Hermione inch closer to him, hoping her would reach him and he would wake up before Lupin experience lapse in his brain functions. It would do the world a disservice if his brilliant brain went to waste. Hermione sighed, even if he was calmed, he was still asleep.

“Professor Lupin?” she tested out again and still got the same result; nothing. “Lupin?” this brought out a twitch to his thin mustache, it was a good sign.

Hermione needed him awake, hopefully with their combine brain power, they could take of this pesky “soul mate” problem. She licked her lips before she sucked in a breath. “Remus?” she whispered.

She gave a startled shout as his hand suddenly shot out and grabbed hers tightly. His grip wrapped around her hand was very tight that his callous fingers dug into her soft flesh. Hermione whimpered in pain, attempting to pull her hand away.

A soft masculine groan before her caused the grip to lessen. Hermione looked to see a pair of eyes fluttering open. As two silver moons stared up at her, Hermione felt her breath becoming hard to grasp. The eyes rested on her for a long time, at least to her, before the eye lids sprang up and open.

“Hermione!” Lupin shouted in surprise, his voice hoarse from lack of water. He sat up quickly, a fast move for a man once claimed dead.

“Professor, could you let go of my hand, please?” Hermione pleaded, now feeling a lack of blood flowing in her hand.

The werewolf looked at where they hands were joined for a second before sliding his fingers away. Hermione sighed in relief, rubbing her hand back in circulation. “I’m sorry, Hermione,”

She nodded as her hand was back in working order. Hermione poured the former professor a glass of cold water and offered to him. Lupin drank it down in one gulp and silently pleaded for another. As she poured another glass from a pitcher that Pomfrey left behind, she saw him looking around the room.

“Where am I? Did we win? Where is Harry?” he asked questions rapidly.

Hermione placed the pitcher on a small table at the end of the bed. She saw nowhere else to sit and with the lack of sleep, she knew she could barely summon a chair. She resigned herself to sit on the bed, towards the end of course.

“You are in a private room in the Hospital Wing, sir. Madam Pomfrey and McGonagall placed you here last night,” though the question of why sang between them with no music of answers to back them up. “We won. Harry defeated You-Know-Who. And Harry is perfectly fine, he is safe, and problem sleeping a hero’s sleep.”

Lupin let out a sigh of relief, running his hands through his hair. A big smile spread across his cheeks and Hermione was close to jumping off the bed so he could pump his arms in victory. Yet he didn’t. Lupin looked around the room again, the smile dropping every centimeter a second.

“Where is Dora?” he asked, fear in his eyes.

Hermione did not want to be one to bring this news to him. She sighed and grabbed his hands again, squeezing them and prayed to any god that Lupin would be able to pick himself up after this. She couldn’t look at him and paid her attention to his hands. “Tonks died during the battle,”

“H-How?” his voice was hoarse again, this time trying to hold back tears.

“In a duel with Bellatrix,”

His fingers tighten around Hermione’s; his body was shaking with anger, vibrating his hand and even Hermione. “She first took away Sirius then my wife?! Hermione, please tell me she was taken down and not running around and destroying more lives.”

Hermione inched her head up, slowly but surely. His silver eyes gleamed with anger and she swore a flash of gold like a wolves. His pale face was contorted with anger that Hermione was scared of him releasing it. “She died. Molly killed her.”

At the news of the wicked witch’s death, the anger in his face relaxed and cooled down. But his grip around her hands remind still there, but instead of anger radiating off him, Hermione could taste the sadness in the air. The strength he had was no different than before.

“Remus…” she whispered, looking into the soft silver pools, on the verge of crying out.

The door opened so suddenly then when the creak echo through the room; both Lupin and Hermione’s defenses were raised. Madam Pomfrey walked in, a tray floating behind her.

“Remus you are awake!” the Matron squeaked, rushing forward, nearly knocking Hermione off the bed to get to the wolf. Once a tear trailed down, the nurse went into mother hood, pulling his head into her bosom, stroking his shaggy hair. Lupin pulled his head away once a spark of pain shot through him. “Oh, what is wrong, Remus?”

Hermione moved off the bed to avoid having the threat of being knocked down. “I told him about Nymphadora, Pomfrey.”

A gasp boomed through her lips, the shock look was replaced by a stern and ill-temper witch. “This man has been through enough, he does not need to know that his wife just died! At least give him some time.”

“Poppy, it is quite alright. I asked her; don’t take it out on her.”

Lupin looked to Hermione, a small smile aimed at her. A minute ago, Lupin was one second from weeping and now he was protecting her and awarded her with a charming smile. Hermione felt her cheeks burn and the only good thing she could do was to look at the floor. Hermione was beginning to hate this soul mate crap, even if it might not be true.

Madam Pomfrey huffed, “Well, it is time to give you your medicine.”

Lupin sat up in his bed as Madam Pomfrey eased the bed up so he could lean back. “Medicine? For what?”

Hermione filled in as madam Pomfrey attempted to sort out the rows of potions. “You were struck with a cursed by Dolohov.”

Lupin nodded, his legs crossing together under the sheets. “I remember the flash of purple flame and the strong heat but that’s all I remember. Is this the same one you were struck with, Hermione?” She nodded. “Interesting. I should be dead…”

Both Pomfrey and Hermione looked at each other. Hermione didn’t want to bring up the soul mate issue until they knew for certain. Hermione was about to take a bite out of the breakfast on the table when she saw Pomfrey reaching for a vial.

“No!” Hermione ran forward and grabbed it out of the nurses’ hand just seconds before Lupin could drink it.

“Miss Granger, I’m just having it up to here with you. Give me back that vial this instant!”

“Hermione?”

Hermione kept a firm grip on the glass vial. “I can’t Madam Pomfrey. If you give this to him first then you will make him ill.”

“And how would you know that?”

“Professor Snape scolded me quite a bit when I tried to administer the potion myself,”

“Severus…” Lupin whispered to himself.

Hermione walked forward and began to rearrange the potions in the correct order. It was not hard to remember as she could still feel Snape slapping her hand every time she tried to reach for a vial. His tiny and spidery scrawl was impossible to read and decipher when potion was which. By the end, Hermione could remember it in her sleep.

Madam Pomfrey’s lips pursed, “Are you sure that is wise, Miss Granger? What if you are wrong?”

Lupin smiled again, this time a genuine and little jarring for Hermione smile. “I trust her.”

Hermione quickly excused herself from the nurse and werewolf, just as a deep red colored her cheeks. She said a quick good-bye before rushing out of the little private room.

This soul mate business was starting to affect her too much for comfort.

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