The Mudblood And The Werewolf | By : Snape26 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Remus/Hermione Views: 11473 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Chapter 4: A Werewolves Laminate
“Hermione, what are
you doing here?” Professor Lupin asked her.
Hermione smiled at him.
“I believe that we
had a date,” Hermione said. “I hope that my appearance hasn’t ruined it.”
“Um…no,” Professor Lupin
said, sounding off-footed. “I…um…wasn’t expecting that you were the one that I
was supposed to meet.”
“Well, I guess this
has both shocked us,” Hermione said. “I mean the law and all. I wasn’t even
going to do this, but Dumbledore said that my life would be endanger
if I didn’t seek the hand of someone that was in the Order.”
“And he would be
right, but don’t you think that you would do better with a seventh year or
maybe someone that has just gotten out of Hogwarts. One of the Weasley twins, maybe.”
Hermione snorted at that.
“And my children
grow up to make everyone’s lives hell here, I don’t think so.”
The Professor sighed.
“Hermione, I still
don’t think that you get what I’m saying. I’m a werewolf and I can hurt you.”
Those words made Hermione angry.
“And don’t you
think that I don’t get it,” Hermione hissed. “I know you’re a bloody werewolf
and I know what their capable of, so stop treating me like I’m a first year and
start treating me like I’m an adult.”
Professor Lupin knew that he had gone too far.
“Hermione, I’m not
treating you like a first year,” he said, hoping to smooth things over. “But I
just don’t want you to marry me and then leave me when you can’t handle what
you see.”
Hermione gave him a weak smile, which made the Professor
smile.
“Professor, I’ve
seen you transform before, remember,” Hermione said, trying to get him to
remember her third year. “Trust me, I can handle it.”
The Professor was just about to protest again when the door
opened and a seventh year walked in. He spotted the two of them and then walked
over.
“You’ve got an
important message from Dumbledore,” he told them, handing Professor Lupin a
piece of parchment that had been sealed.
“Thanks,” Lupin
said.
Professor Lupin opened it and read, his face going white.
“What is it?”
Hermione asked just as the seventh year left.
“It says that
Voldemort sent a threatening message to the Ministry. He wants you to marry
Draco Malfoy.”
“What,” Hermione
said.
“It says that if
you don’t, he’ll take your parents lives,” he said.
Hermione suddenly felt sick and tears sprang up.
“Its alright,
Dumbledore will keep them from harm,” he told her.
Hermione heard his words, but she didn’t.
“Anything else,”
Hermione asked.
“Just that he’s
moving them right now and he wants to see us at once.”
Hermione sighed; at least something was going right. They
both got up and left.
“There is no way that
my daughter is marrying Snape,” Mr. Weasley said, his face getting redder by
the moment.
Dumbledore moaned in despair. Why was this happening to him?
“Arthur, I
understand how you feel, but she’s going to be in good hands,” Dumbledore said.
“He’s not going to do anything to her that would be dishonorable.”
Mr. Weasley snorted at that.
“Albus, I believe
we can protect her,” Mrs. Weasley said. “We don’t need the overgrown bat
protecting her.”
“Oh I’m so glad
that you want to send me straight into the hands of You-know-who,” Ginny
snapped.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley turned to see their daughter
standing there, looking as though someone had painted her face red.
“Ginny, dear,” Mrs.
Weasley said.
“Don’t give me
that,” Ginny snarled. “You want me to run from You-know-who for the rest of my
life. I refuse to be a little mouse.”
“But, Ginny, this
is Snape.”
Ginny got redder.
“I don’t give a
damn if this is Snape, he’s agreed to protect me and I’ve took him up on his
offer.”
“Ginny, Snape is a
Death Eater.”
“He was a Death
Eater,” Ginny corrected. “And I don’t think that you’ve got any say in who I chose to protect me.”
“Ginny Weasley,”
her father said. “We do have a say in who protects you. I think that Harry will
be a better choice.”
Ginny said nothing to this, she just turned and left.
“Stop her, Albus,”
Mr. Weasley pleaded.
“I don’t think so,”
Dumbledore said. “I’ve already told the Ministry of this and they have said
that since it’s for her protection, they’ll allow it. Severus hasn’t broken any
laws, at least laws that have been placed, and is allowed to protect her. Unless you want a repeat of Percy.”
He waited for those words to sink in, finally Mr. Weasley
spoke.
“I’m not going to
rest until this is over,” he muttered. “And if it makes Ginny unhappy, then
that’s fine.”
And he stormed out, his wife behind him.
“Then your both
fools!” he said.
Both
Professor Lupin and Hermione saw the Weasley’s leaving the grounds. Hermione
didn’t have to be a seer to know that something had happened. However, they had
a meeting with the Headmaster to attend and Hermione decided that she would
wait until then to ask Ginny what had happened. Hermione said the password and
they both entered the moving staircase that took them to Dumbledore’s office.
“Enter,” Dumbledore
called.
Professor Lupin opened the door and they both entered.
“Where here as
you’ve requested,” Hermione said.
Dumbledore nodded and they both sat down.
“Are you alright, sir,”
Lupin asked when he saw Dumbledore’s tired look on his face.
Dumbledore sighed.
“I’ll be fine,” he
said. “Now I hope that your date went well?”
“Well we didn’t
have much of a date,” Hermione said. “What is this about Voldemort wanting me
to marry Malfoy?”
Dumbledore sighed again.
“You’ve jumped
right into the question of the century,” he said. “When Fudge told me about
what Voldemort had done, I didn’t understand why. However, I think I’ve got a
good idea on why he wants you to marry Mr. Malfoy. I believe that it’s a plot
to insure that he gets his hands on one of Harry Potter’s friends. He knows
that Harry will leave the protection of the school so that he can rescue you.
And you know that we can’t let that happen.”
“Is there anything
that can be done to prevent this?”
Dumbledore nodded and Hermione knew exactly what he meant by
that nod. She turned to the Professor.
“Professor, I
believe that the Headmaster is talking about you and me getting married. That
would keep me away from Voldemort.”
The Professor went pale again.
“She has it right,”
Dumbledore said. “I’m sorry, Remus, but you’ll have to do it.”
There was a moment’s pause and then, “Hand me the
parchment.”
Dumbledore handed it to him and he signed his name.
“I thank you,
Remus,” Dumbledore said. “At least that went well.”
Hermione looked at him.
“What are you
talking about?”
“Um…nothing,”
Dumbledore answered, knowing that he had been about to spill the beans about
what had happened a few minutes before. “Well, I need to get that
Magic-at-peace here and then tomorrow morning we’ll have a nice wedding.”
“What about my
parents?” Hermione asked.
“They’ve been moved
from your house,” Dumbledore said. “And speaking of a place, I’ve gotten a
small cottage in Hogsmead that I’m sure that you’ll like. It’s stock full of
food and a direct portkey to Hogwarts. I’m sure you’ll love the idea of being
in a fully Wizarding village and not having to be around all the others. Also,
while Remus is not able to teach I’m giving you the Defense Against the Dark
Arts position. At least it won’t be Severus teaching it this time around.”
“And speaking of
Severus, where is he?” Professor Lupin asked.
“Thinking,”
Dumbledore said, in a deadly serious tone.
Hermione knew from that tone, it wasn’t good.
“I can’t believe
that mum and dad treated me like that,” Ginny told Snape. “They think that I’m
too young to make my own choices.”
Snape rolled his eyes, but listened.
“What do you
think?”
Snape stared. No one had asked him his opinion about
anything. He decided to take a shot at it.
“I think that they
have the right to be worried, but you’re almost at that age where you can
decide for yourself.”
“Too right,” Ginny snapped.
“However, I’m glad it’s over.”
Snape snorted at that. Nothing was over when it came to the
Weasley’s.
Hermione
didn’t get a chance to talk to Ginny until after dinner. She wanted to know
what had happened with her parents and if there was anything that she could do
to help her.
“There’s nothing,”
Ginny said, after tell Hermione what had happened between her and her parents.
“I’ve made my decision and I’m not backing down from it.”
Hermione understood why Ginny was doing this. Snape was offering
her protection from his former master and since she had already had experience
with Voldemort, which she wouldn’t wish on anyone, was making her make this
decision.
“Are your parents
coming to the wedding?”
Ginny shook her head.
“Do you need
anything from me?”
“Just leave me
alone,” Ginny whispered.
Hermione did just that.
The next
morning the whole Great Hall had been converted for the two weddings that were
being held. The Daily Prophet was there because it would be the first two marriages
under the new law. Rita Skeeter, who had been given her old job back, was
there. As soon as Hermione saw her she wanted to hex her.
“What’s wrong with
you?” Ginny asked.
“H-Her,” Hermione
stammered, pointing a shaking finger at the blonde reporter. “Oh, I’m going to
tell the Ministry if she writes one horrible word about this.”
“I’m sure she
won’t,” Ginny said.
Hermione huffed at that.
“Don’t count on
that, Ginny, don’t count on that.”
Note: Will Rita write something horrible, you bet. She
wouldn’t be Rita Skeeter if she didn’t.
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