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Authors notes:

Thank you to everyone who reviewed my last chapter.

Again this is only a half sized chapter, but like they say sometimes something is better then nothing at all. Thank you all for your patience and just to do a little advertising for myself, I have a few other fics circulating you may be interested in while waiting for updates. :)

Nikki-4: Thank you, I am glad you found it creative, and even though with Christmas coming up and home stuff I am only writing half chapters, I hope to increase it as soon as Christmas is over.

Nynaeve80: Thanks for the review, I promise it wont suddenly go dull, I still have a few things up my sleave.

Chapter Three: A MATE…

They say that when one door closes somewhere someone opens a window.

Well that's nice and all, but what they don't tell you is that the window falls down on your fingers as soon as you try to climb threw it.

I guess I just found that out the hard way.

I thought all my dreams had come true, even though I had to take risks, go around obstacles, and take ultimate tests, it seems I was wrong.

I had got to have Remus, but it is like putting food in front of a staving man and telling them you can only have one bite, but you have to watch the food sit in front of you even though you are not allowed to touch it.

The worst part though, is knowing that someone else is allowed to eat it, and most of the time they eat it in front of you just to spite.

That is how I felt, while I sat here at the Gryffindor table, watching Tonks make the moves on Remus at the staff table.

If I walked out, I would have been drawing attention to myself, and if I did that, I would have to put up with more speeches from McGonagall, and I would do more damage to Remus' reputation, that was probably the only thing that stopped me from doing anything other then forbidding myself to cry, and harness the animal that wanted to shred apart the pink haired metamorphmagus for laying even one hand on my mate.

Mate, I know that most people would find me being totally ridiculous calling him my mate after just one night, but that is how it is, he is my mate in all ways.

Mate:

Friend,

A friend, also used as a friendly, or sometimes hostile, form of address to a man

Breeding Partner,

Either of a pair of animals that breed together

Partner in Sex or Wedlock

A sexual or marriage partner

Something that matches

One of a pair of things that belong together

As I said, he is my mate, and I have to make sure he doesn't let McGonagall's words get to him. There is only a few more days before our first transformation, and even if I can not get to him before that, I will insist on him being there for it, and clear up a few things at the same time.

Nothing will get in my way now that I have tasted what is mine.

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