Title: Feral Lust
Rating: PG 13 (for adult situations)
Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to J.K. Rowling. No profit is being made.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up, the last week or so has been pretty busy. I made this chapter a bit longer than the rest to make up for it. Enjoy!

Harry apparated to Hermione's bathroom, hoping to avoid Dean at all costs. He knocked his shin into the porcelain toilet seat and cursed quietly, massaging the bruise that was already forming. He grabbed onto the handles of her suitcases and was just about to leave when the bathroom door creaked open.

Dean was standing there, disheveled. He raised an eyebrow, "Think I wouldn't hear you?"

Harry dropped the suitcases and raised his wand, "No, I just didn't care."

Dean shook his head, as though scolding a four year old, "Harry, Harry...I can't believe you thought I didn't know!"

"What are you talking about?"

"She'll be lucky if that baby lives, now."

"What?" Though Harry was still trying to play dumb, he could hear his own voice wavering slightly. How was it possible Dean would know? Looking at Hermione, you'd have no idea. Hell, if she hadn't told Harry herself, he'd have no clue.

"I knew about the baby, Harry, she couldn't keep it from me forever. She told me the morning before you two got... engaged..." He said the final word with an angry sneer.

"What?" Harry's eyes widened and his body sagged a little. She had told him Dean had no idea, it had to be kept a secret. Why would she lie to him?

"That's right. And there's no way...no way Harry Potter, that you are getting my baby. So I had to kill it."

Harry was infuriated at Hermione for telling and at Dean for knowing. He pointed his wand at Dean, jabbing it in the air to emphasize what he was saying, "Too bad, Dean Thomas. Because that baby was never yours. It's mine!"

"That's a lie!"

"It's the truth. Hermione shagged me the night after she refused you. We had a baby. And there's nothing you can do to change that!"

"You're lying!"

"Think about Dean," Harry dropped his voice, trying his best to be condescending, "When was the last time you had sex? Surely not just two months ago?"

Dean shook his head, "Shut your mouth! Just shut your sodding mouth!"

"Only because it's the truth, and you know it." Harry grasped the suitcases and disappeared with a "POP" leaving Dean in a mass of tears on the floor – feeling not the least bit bad for making a grown man cry.

When he got home, Hermione had already showered and crawled into their bed. She was wearing one of his shirts and he could see most of her clothing in the trash. Dean never seemed to have a problem tearing her belongings to trash, and Harry momentarily wondered how she had enough clothing to fill two suitcases. He set them on the floor at the foot of the bed, and walked around to her, blowing out the candle that was flickering lightly beside her head.

He pushed her drying fringe off her forehead and kissed it, before pushing down the covers, kneeling next to her, and putting his cheek on her almost flat stomach. "Please be ok, little baby. Please be alright. I'll do anything if you could just stay ok."

Hermione shifted slightly under him and put a hand in his hair, "Mm...you're home."

"Yeah. I met Dean on the way here."

"What?"

"Don't worry. He was just at your house, is all."

"Oh."

"Do you think the baby will be ok, Hermione?" He turned his head so that he was looking at her, but she was glancing out the window, still toying with his hair.

"I hope so."

Harry stood, listening to his knees crack and saw Hermione wince. "It's from all the Quidditch," he apologized calmly.

She sat up in the bed, "I suppose I should put my clothing away."

"Only if you want to. There's no hurry. Why did you tell Dean?"

His question seemed to catch her off guard and she stared at him for a moment, thinking of what to say.

"I'm not sure, it just sort of...slipped out."

"Oh." He stood dumbly at her side as she rose out of bed and pulled a suitcase onto the rumpled surface. She unzipped it slowly and was just pulling out a cloak when the doorbell rang. She glanced at Harry who shrugged. "I'll get it."

He walked down the hallway slowly and tried to pick up remnants of Dean's tussle with Hermione, though his home wasn't as bad as hers. He toed his bag out of the way and turned the doorknob, opening it to see Remus Lupin standing outside, looking quite ill.

"Remus." Harry stepped back to allow the werewolf entry and watched as he collapsed onto the sofa. "What's wrong?"

"The last transformation didn't go so well. I'm not sure why. Moony's used to not having Prongs or Padfoot around." Remus shook his head and ran a hand through his honey colored hair.

"Didn't Tonks used to stay with you until you transformed, though?"

Remus glanced at Harry out of the corner of his, "Oh, Harry. That never made any difference. Moony just wanted..."and he choked on his words. "Moony just wanted his mate."

"Sorry?" Harry sat up straight, "I thought Tonks was Moony's mate?"

Remus shook his head sadly. "No," he was blushing furiously, now, "Padfoot was Moony's mate."

"Oh." Harry put his hand on Remus' shoulder and squeezed gently, "You probably just missed him a lot, Remus."

Hermione walked in, pulling a sweater on over her dress. "Who's here, Harry? Oh, hello, Remus."

"Hello, Hermione." Remus stood up and walked over to her, grabbing her in a hug. "Are you alright? You're getting a black eye." He pushed her away gently.

"I'm ok. I just...Dean wasn't very happy when I said I was leaving him. What about you? You look ill, Remus."

He collapsed back onto the couch, "I lost a lot of blood last night. I need somewhere to stay because I tore Grimmauld place apart. Do you have a guest room Harry? I hate to be a hindrance..."

"It's not a hindrance at all, Remus." Hermione stepped in front of him. "Come with me and I'll show you the room you can stay in and the bathroom. Harry, can you make Remus something to eat?"

Harry nodded and watched them walk away, thinking about what his lycanthrope friend had said. The last transformation didn't go so well. Padfoot was Moony's mate. Harry wasn't paying attention to what he was doing as he threw together some salad and conjured a plate of supper. Magic dinner never tasted as good as home made stuff, but Remus needed supper and fast.

Hermione brought him into the kitchen, holding him up by his arm and sat him at the table.

"Thank you both, so much."

"Do you want some coffee, Remus?"

"I'd love that."

Harry turned to the cupboard and pulled out the percolator.

"Harry, I'm going to go finish putting my stuff away. I'll see you later, Remus." Hermione smiled at the men in the kitchen.

He nodded at her and then went back to putting the coffee into the contraption. "Harry, you look so much like James. I wasn't sure if you would grow out of it or not...but..."

"Why didn't anyone ever know that Padfoot was Moony's mate?" Harry kept his back to Remus, trying not to let the man see that he was blushing.

"Sirius and I were together, too, Harry. I was a little...ashamed."

Harry spun around, spilling painfully hot water down his front, "Why?"

Remus' eyes widened. "I guess...I thought it would be too difficult for me to be gay as well as a werewolf. It was selfish, I know. I'll never stop feeling guilty for making Sirius hide our relationship, because he was just so proud of it."

Harry nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. He placed a mug in front of Remus before sitting down in a chair across from him.

"Everyone thought I should marry Ginny, so I was ashamed to tell anyone I loved Hermione. I got lucky in that we crossed paths again, but it wasn't necessarily going to be that way."

Remus shook his head, "Not everyone is so lucky."

Harry looked at him and saw something in Remus' eyes: a feral lust. And then he heard what could only be described as a growl. "I read about you in the paper, Harry. Getting transferred to Ireland's team. That's great."

Why was Remus' voice so low? "Thanks. I think I just got lucky there, too, really –"

Harry was cut off when Remus pushed the plate and mug to the side, leaping across the table at him. The man grabbed Harry's shoulders and pulled his chest towards him, latching onto his neck with his teeth. Harry felt a warm liquid running down his neck to the collar of his shirt.

He tried to push Remus off, "This isn't you, Remus! Show Moony who's boss!"

But Remus was just too strong for him and he pulled him closer, wrapping one arm around Harry's waist to hold him still, reaching the other hand down to Harry's crotch.

Harry gasped, "This isn't you Remus! Get off me! Control Moony!" He continued to try and push him off, Remus was smelling his neck, reaching his hand down Harry's pants, forcing his underwear down around his hips.

"Stop! Please! Control him!" He put both his hands on Remus chest - how he could get his hands in between the two of them, he wasn't sure – and pushed as hard as he could. "Remus, this isn't you!"

Finally, Remus calmed and crawled away from Harry, collapsing on the floor. Harry put a hand on his neck, tried to stop the blood flow. But the room was getting blurry. There were two of Remus. He stood, grabbed the back of the chair for support and fell to the floor with a loud thud, the chair clattering down on top of him.