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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 8: Joining And Scheming

�� Hermione
walked slowly back to her cottage, her mind going over what would happen when
she got home. She knew that Remus would have gotten word of what the Ministry
wanted and knew that this would be going against everything that he believed
in. God, it went against everything she believed in. She tried to shut out what
he might say and focus on getting home.

�� When she
finally got home she noticed that Remus wasn�t in a happy mood. The smoking
remains of the Wolfbane Potion could clearly be seen. Hermione put the food
down and waited.

�� I got a message
from the Ministry,� he told her. �They want us to �do it� tonight so that they
can focus on other things.�

Hermione didn�t say anything.

�� Hermione, didn�t
you hear me.�

Hermione sighed and turned around.

�� Yes, I did,�
Hermione said. �And I know that you hate this idea as much as I do. But I don�t
want to be handed over to a Death Eater. I don�t want to be rapped, killed, or
god knows what else, so I guess were just going to have to grin and bear it.�

Remus muttered something that Hermione couldn�t hear.

�� Remus, don�t you
care about my safety?� she asked.

�� Yes, I do, but-.�

�� But, what,�
Hermione asked. �Is it the fact that I�m to ugly for you that you don�t want to
sleep with me.�

Remus stared at her.

�� Hermione, you�re
not ugly,� he said. �You�re very pretty and anyone would be a fool not to know
what they have. I�m just not in the mood for this.�

Hermione knew he would say that and she produced the potion.

�� Ginny made
something for us,� she told him, showing him the bottle. �She said anything
stronger and it wouldn�t be good for us.�

�� Hermione,
I-.�

�� I�m going to bed,�
Hermione said, cutting him off. �I guess some Death Eater is going to get me in
the end. It was nice knowing you.�

�� Hermione,� Remus
said.

�� What!� Hermione
snapped.

�� I�ll take the
potion,� Remus said.

Hermione turned to him.

�� You will.�

Remus nodded.

�� Oh thank you so
much,� Hermione said. �I was so worried about what would happen tomorrow.�

�� So how does this
potion work?� Remus said coldly.

Hermione ignored him.

�� Well according to
Ginny the potion will take effect at once and last for an hour,� Hermione said.
�And according to the directions where to take one spoonful,
no more, no less.�

�� Remus
walked over to the spoons that were in a small box and taking two out he walked
back and watched as Hermione uncorked the bottle. She poured an exact amount in
the first spoon and handing it to Remus she added another dose to the second
spoon.

�� Here we go,�
Hermione said.

She held her nose and swallowed the
potion. It tasted like rotten eggs and made her feel like she was about to vomit.
Then the sick feeling disappeared and sheer fire coursed through her. It made
her knees weak and her heart race. She wanted nothing more then kiss her husband.

But Remus beat her to it. He
crushed his mouth against hers, forcing her mouth open and dipping his tongue
in to have a taste of hers. Hermione moaned in his mouth and he answered her
back. He lifted her up and taking them to their bedroom, he laid her gently on
the bed.

Hermione worked on her clothes, the
buttons making her curse as they gave her problems. She could hear him cursing
as well and so she took her wand out and waving it, their clothes disappeared
and folded neatly on a chair that was next to the bed. He racked his hands down
her body, making Hermione arch and moan in response. Hermione had never felt
anything like this before and the sensations that he was making her feel was
making thinking impossible. All that mattered was what Remus was making her
experience.

He nipped and licked all down her
body making her nerve endings go crazy. Hermione felt the urge to touch him and
racking her nails down his back he moaned in response.

�� Oh god,� Hermione
moaned, as he came in full contact with her body.

�� That simple
contact amazed Hermione. It made her greedy for more and the need to feel him
inside her, to complete the union and to cool her desire off. She grabbed his
face and crushed his lips against hers, moving her hips in desperate need to
slack the fire that was building between her legs. Remus pushed her legs apart
and settled between her legs. She wrapped her legs around her, panting heavily.

�� In�now,� Hermione
panted, sweat pouring down her face.

�� Remus
pushed in and Hermione cried out when her hymen was broken. He stopped,
allowing the pain to recede. Once the pain stopped the pleasure started and he
moved inside her. She moved with him, matching his thrusts with her own. She
then felt an incredible tightness start in the pit of her stomach as he
withdrew and reentered.

Hermione hung onto Remus�s
shoulders as the tightness became almost unbearable. Suddenly she screamed as
her orgasm hit her, making her spasm and feeling as though she was being flung
out of her body. When it receded she felt a boneless sensation fill her, which
left her gasping for breath. Remus soon followed.

�� Oh god,� Hermione
whispered, not understanding what she had experienced. �Remus,
that was�.Remus.�

She looked down and to her horror he had fallen asleep.

�� Men,� Hermione
huffed.

�� So how is my
husband doing?� Ginny asked.

�� He�ll live,� Madam
Pomfrey said. �Look, Mrs. Snape, I will let you know how he�s doing in the
morning.�

Ginny knew the Matron was trying to get rid of her.

�� Last time I
checked, Matron, I�m his wife and I�ve got the right to be near my husband.�

Madam Pomfrey was about to protest, but Dumbledore stopped
her.

�� Ginny does have a
point,� Dumbledore said. �If she wants to stay here, then that�s her right.�

The Matron left, muttering something.

�� Morgana
arrived at the Minister of Magic�s home, hoping that he wasn�t asleep and she
could have a nice chat with him. She knew what would happen if she failed at
her task for Voldemort. When she knocked on the door a house elf appeared and
asked her what her business was.

�� I need to speak to
the Minister,� she told it.

�� Very well,� the
elf said.

It led her down a hall and into a large drawing room where
Mr. and Mrs. Fudge were enjoying their evening.

�� Madam, how are you
tonight?� he asked.

�� Well,� Morgana
said. �I was hoping that I could talk to you in privet.�

�� Of
course, Agatha.�

Mrs. Fudge got up and left.

�� So what do you
need, my dear?�

�� I was hoping to
snag a Pureblood wizard in accordance with the new law,� she said.

Fudge grinned at her.

�� And who do you
have in mind?�

�� Ronald Weasley,�
Morgana said.

Fudge frowned.

�� He�s not of age
yet,� Fudge said.

Morgana smiled wickedly.

�� I know he�s not,
but I want him as my husband,� she said. �Unless you wish to lose your support.
You will remember that I was the one that told the Ministry of Magic that you
needed to continue as Minister. You wouldn�t want me to tell them to let you
go.�

Fudge started to sweat.

�� Of course not,�
Fudge said. �I�ll inform Mr. Weasley of your desire to marry him.�

�� Thank you, Minister.�

She turned to leave and he suddenly
heard a ripping sound. Fudge turned and saw the Dark Mark against her skin.
Morgana had no idea that he had seen it. As soon as she was gone he went to
alert Dumbledore.

Note: If anyone wants to know this takes place during Harry
and friends sixth year. Next chapter: Everyone meets Professor Hermione Lupin.
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