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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 raced outside the castle, tears stinging her cheeks. The warm night breeze did little to comfort her. The brunette brushed tears way but that did nothing to calm her. She marched down the steps to Hogwarts and had to walk around the large crater that spread across three steps. The soles of her tennis shoes squished into the green grass and fresh mud. It had rain earlier and she could still smell the ozone through the air.

She could not believe Ron! In the Order meeting, he acted like a big jackass to her. All because of the soul mates business with her and Lupin. Hermione had hoped at the end of the meeting that Ron would have cooled down but no, he looked at her while he walked out. In that entire one look, Hermione saw hurt, betrayal, anger, and sadness in his blue eyes.

How many times did she have to say it? She did not choose to be a soul mate of Lupin! She did not want to be struck with that blasted curse! She did not want to be involved in this mess!

With a primal scream ripping through her lips, Hermione slashed the night’s air with her wand. The strong burst of magic induced by her anger pushed her against the ground when she found herself on the grass as she heard the sharp splash of water. Panting, she stared up at the night sky as her body tingled and hummed with the sudden burst of magic expelling from her body. Why did this mess fall upon her when right now, she could have been traveling to see her parents and fix their memories? This was not the way things should have turned out.

A snap of a twig pushed Hermione up, her wand raised at the source. Her wand hand quivered from the depletion of magic. “Who goes there?” she shouted, her heart racing as she remembered Mrs. Weasley’s warning of stray Death Eaters still about.

“It’s me, Hermione,” from the shadows stepped out the main source of her problems. Remus Lupin. He had his hands held up in surrender but her wand did not lower. “Two days I ago, I told Poppy that I trusted you.”

Hermione respond in turn, “In my third year, I argue with you for thirty minutes about the E I received in my fifth paper.”

“Yes, about the impact of magic in each spell, I remember,” his smile shone in the dark light. He let out a sigh when Hermione pocketed her wand. “May I sit?”

With a nod as a reply, Lupin sat down on the grass with a good distance between them. Suddenly, Hermione felt like a thirteen year old girl under the gaze of an older professor. Pulling her knees to her chest, she focused on nothing in particular. This was the first time they had been alone since the soul mate issue was brought up. What else could she say? ‘Sorry your wife died recently but hey, apparently we are married by a Death Eater?’ Even in her head, it sound bad.

“Lupin, look-”

“You were really upset weren’t you?” His eyes were not on her but straight forward.

When she saw what he was looking at, her face colored in embarrassment. Two halves of the lake’s water curved up the in the air, waves trailing down the sides as they shrunk in size as they went down. Outline of fishes placed in spots along the huge waves. It was like looking at an everlasting picture of one split second. Ice was holding everything together, frozen in time. The familiar hum of her magic sang through the air.

“Ron just irritates me so much sometimes!” Hermione groaned out

“Yes but violence is never the answers, especially towards a friend.” His wise words made her feel worse, like a parent talking to their little child. “You that emotions can control our magic which can result in bad outcomes once released. Case in point, the lake.”

She sighed, wished that she had the magic to let go of the poor water. But, as long as her emotions toyed with her magic tonight, it will be up there for awhile. “I just wish that Ron would understand that I didn’t choose to be a soul mate with you. I just thought that after the War was over, I would be returning to my studies and start thinking of asking Ron out. Not married to my old professor.”

“Well, I didn’t choose it either. I didn’t want to marry my own student or marry anyone else after Tonks.”

Hermione winced, in the mess of soul mates she forgot all about Tonks and Lupin. She was being selfish. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

The werewolf shook his head, cutting her off. “I had wished that I had died with her so I can see her again but every time I think that, I remember Teddy. He is my son, I will not abandon him! If I die now then Dora would send me back to Earth to take care of him.”

A small smile cracked through her lips, “If I can be honest; I would too, sir.”

“I think it is only appropriate that you call me Remus now, seeing our little predicament,” he stroked his chin in thought.

“R-Remus,” Hermione tested out on her tongue. It felt weird when for the longest time she thought of him as Lupin or sir.

“What is odd is that when was Charlie explaining the binding of our magicks being like a marriage, it felt too much like Dark Magic.”

“What do you mean Lu-Remus?”

“Back then, when this spell was necessary, a lot of the pureblood marriages were arrange like now. Yet, most of the time, the bride was a lot younger than her future husband. No doubt, the witch didn’t care too much for the marriage and probably the wizard didn’t liked it either way. So, to bind two people’s magicks together, it would make the marriage concrete and stable. Without a way to get rid of their spouse through ending the marriage until the undesirable spouse died. And a lot of the deaths were caused by poison and murder.”

Hermione pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, gnawing on it like a dog to a bone as her mind went over what Remus said. “But none of the books of marriage laws and practices mention anything like that.”

Remus nodded, “The thing is that is an old pureblood tradition and most of the time, purebloods keep their traditions to themselves, fearing that the ‘inferior’ group would ruin them. Charlie being a pureblood gives us support for this theory.”

“But, couldn’t we ask the Weasleys for more information about this?” Hermione suggested, hopefully that Mrs. Weasley would have a cure-all like she had with her healing potions.

The werewolf’s shoulder slump as he shook his head, his cinnamon hair twitching from the movement. “This magic binding spell is too much of Dark Magic for them to use. The only people who can tell us are either dead, in prison, or hate us.”

Hermione frowned, thinking of the pureblood families she knew about. Most of the purebloods she and her friends were in good gracious with were those who forgot on their side. They probably won’t have experienced in Dark Magic. The rest of the purebloods she ran across with were, like Remus said; dead, in Azkaban, or despise her and her friends.

She groan and buried her head in her hands, “This is hopeless. Utterly hopeless.”

A warm hand rested on the middle of her hand. As the thumb stroke small circles near her spine, Hermione felt jolts of electricity traveling down the boney road to her groin. Startled by this feeling, she inched ever so slightly away.

Remus pulled a silvery square object from his breast pocket and peeled back the material. It only took a gentle breeze of wind to have the scent travel to her nostril. The sweet and rich smell was that of dark chocolate. The werewolf broke off a good chunk of the chocolate and offered to her. Hermione took the sweet offering and sank her teeth into it. There was no potion or spell that could release the endorphins into her like dark chocolate.

“We will figure this out, Hermione,” he promised her and Hermione truly believed him.

She finished her piece of chocolate quickly, feeling much better now. “Alright, somehow we need to find someone who has connections to Dark Magic materials, at least information about marriage rituals and go from there. Someone with a large library full of resources.”

Remus broke off another piece of chocolate at the ready, “The only one family I know of that is still around and has a large collection of Dark Magic resources are the Malfoys,”

Once Remus said their name, Hermione was instantly reminded of that horrible day at the Malfoy manor. The young witch stroked the arm where that damn Bellatrix carved that ill word into her flesh and laughing at Hermione’s sobs. Every touch from those Snatches to that evil witch’s sharp nails digging into her scalp like claws to the smell of fire burning in that fireplace and never ending sound of her screams was still so fresh. It was like it was only yesterday.

The werewolf tried to offer the small piece of chocolate to her but Hermione pushed his hand away. Even thinking that the Malfoy Manor might have the key to get rid of this damn curse inside their library was too much for her to pull herself from the nightmarish memories going through her brain.

She only heard a soft sigh before she found herself pulled forward. Hermione squeaked when Remus wrapped an arm around her shoulders. The only choice to put her head was in the area where his arm met his shoulder. Still, Hermione felt secure being in this position, made the memories seem more like a bad dream than reality.

“We will get through this, I promise you, Hermione. Soul mates or not, I will not have you be forced into a position you don’t want to.”

Hermione sighed in relief, “Thank you, Remus.”

Hermione felt exhausting at her eyelids and she did not have the real energy to fight it back. The werewolf was more than okay when her closing her eyes and dozing off. With her eyes closed, Hermione failed to see the little ladybug crawling down her jeans.

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Authors Note: A short chapter but it got the job done right? I’m itching to push Severus really into this mess but I must work up a Hermione/Remus relationship first so there can be some more drama later.
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