Title- Moonlight Surprises

Pairing: Remus/Harry /Hermione

By: Spelldrift~

Disclaimer- "Harry Potter" belongs to J.K Rowling, though the plot ish all mines :3

A/N- Here is Chapter 10~! Beware I do have some sexual situations in here, visitors who do not wish to read, do not read :3

Earlier at the castle- 6 Pm before sun rise - Regular POV

A slight and lithe figure could vaguely be seen flitting from corner to corner, effectively staying out of direct sight while near the castle, the torch light never once hitting a single part of the person's body. Almost shadow-like, the figure darted jaggedly towards the forbidden forest, the sudden burst of movement allowed torch light shine on the figures hair, lighting up the strands like burning copper, bouncing off dangerously from the castle walls.

Upon entering the forest, shadows engulfed the figures body, showing curves that now associated the shadow like person as female. Walking further into the forest, the setting moon highlighted the woman's features, giving her a wraith like appearance. Flitting from tree to tree to stay relatively close to the safety the net of clustered trees provided, kept her back closed off from attack.

Coming to a halt near a clearing, the forest created a slight ring of tress and foliage, as if enclosed specifically for her purpose. She sat near the base of a tree, humming softly under her breath as if she had not a care in the world. Glancing up, her eyes flitting towards the edge of the clearing, yet nothing appeared to be standing there.

Suddenly a figured began to shimmer before the edge of the trees circling the clearing, the slowly fading moon catching the shimmer, giving the appearance of diamonds sparkling in the air.

The sparkling ended with a burst and a man appeared in its place, his features dark and forgoing. "Ah, the righteous red beauty returns for another bout of curiosity?" His voice rumbled, sending noticeable shivers down the females back.

Standing up, wary, but graceful, the girl moved towards the male, her movements precise and agile, yet the underlying haughty tone gave her away as self-righteous.

"I've come to you again, yes, but for this time I come with less than good Intentions, you needn't worry however, none of this is directed towards you. I however need the removal of a certain rival, who is now a very large threat to what I want, and who." She said, her voice soft, yet had a rasp to it that denied it any form of melodious tones.

Walking towards her, he stopped a mere breath away from her body, though she didn't seem to mind it, the male bent his head towards her, stooped considering, his height well over 3 heads of her own.

"Do you now? Well, I am yours to command, but for what you ask has a price…" His voice, his breath, both used to wash over her senses, cascaded down her back, sending shivers up and down her spine.

Looking up, the girl smiled, her lips coy "Bastion, my love, my dark prince, name your price, for I have nothing to hide or keep from you, I've known you far too long to have any of that."

"You are so reckless, Ginevra, so heedless of danger." He moved away from her then, towards the edge of the clearing, gripping the trunk of a tree so hard the wood threatened to disintegrate into dust. As it was, it would hold the imprint of his fingers for all time.

"Danger Bastion?" she tipped her head to one side, her hair falling in a slick slide over one shoulder. Her hands went to the top button of her blouse. "I would never be in danger from you, even if you were furious with me, the only danger right now is to my clothes." She took one-step back, laughing, letting the sound warm him, ignite the fuse deep inside him.

Heat coiled, spread; need slammed into him, hard and urgent. Hunger tore at him, a blind red haze. "You, little one, are playing with fire, and I am totally out of control." He had become bonded with the girl-child now a woman, when she was young, he already in his 300th year, the curse of vampirism never once far from his mind, but she was his reprieve, she filled him so completely, yet she was as conniving as he was, as power hungry, and as devious.

He made one last attempt to save her. Why couldn't she see how selfish he really was? How he had taken over her life, and would never release her? He was the monster she couldn't see. Perhaps with the rest of the world cold logic and justice ruled him, but not with her. With Ginny, he was taken over by emotions with which he was so unfamiliar that he could not control them. He did things he felt were unconscionable. He let her see the violence in his mind, tearing her clothes, taking her body without thought or control.

She answered him in her mind, warmth, love, her body eager for his, receptive, accepting of his violent side. She had total trust and faith in his feelings for her, in his commitment to her.

He swore softly, ripping the clothes from his fettered body, leaped onto her like a wild animal. Ginny laughed then swore softly "Bastion, I love this shirt!" she whispered against his throat, laughter still spilling into his mind. Laughter. Joy. No fear.

"Get out of the damn thing." He said hoarsely, not realizing he was confirming her belief in him.

She took her time, teasing him by fumbling with her buttons, making him find the hook in her skirt. "You do not know what you are doing," he objected raggedly, but his hands were gentle on her body, carefully stripping away her clothes until she was all bare satin and long silky hair.

Bastion curled strong fingers around the nape of her neck, she felt so small and fragile, and her skin warm. She had a woman's haunting scent, like wild flowers, a breath of fresh air to his immortal lungs. He backed her into a tree, his hands shaping her body, stroking the soft swell of her breast, absorbing the feel of her into his skin, his tissues, his very insides. He lowered his head, found the pink tip of her nipple with his tongue. The demon in him receded at the feel of her soft skin, her acceptance of his nature. He didn't deserve her.

Ginny's body went weak at the first touch of his mouth, so hot and demanding, fastened on her breast. The tree behind her held her up, pushing against the bare skin of her bottom. Excitement surged through her, anticipation. His eyes drifted over her with so much hunger, so much possession, with so much tenderness. That melted her heart, made her want to cry that he could have so much feeling for her. Everywhere his gaze traveled, her bare skin burned for him, her body ached for his touch.

She reached up to loosen his hair, to fill her hands with it, to revel in her ability to smooth her fingertips over his heavy muscles. She could feel him tremble under her caressing hands, feel the wildness in him striving to break free. It touched something wild in her. She wanted to feel him in her arms, trembling for her, his hard muscles against her soft skin, his body surging into hers. She sent him the erotic pictures dancing in her head, as she tasted his skin with her soft mouth.

His hands were everywhere, and so were hers. His mouth blazed fire, and so did hers. His heart pounded with the fresh blood he had acquired earlier this evening, her heart matched his in a frantic beat, their blood surging like molten lava. His fingers found her moist and open to him. Bastion dragged her to the floor, lifting her hips so he could join them. Blood roared in his ears, his every motion swirling together in a violent storm of need. The harder and deeper he thrust, the more soft and welcoming she became. Her body was hot and tight, taking his, accepting his storm.

Hunger raged dangerously. He craved the sweet taste of her, wanted to ecstasy of the ritual exchange. If he fed… he groaned at the temptation. He would never be able to stop without needing to replenish her. He would bring her to the brink, and then give her his essence, effectively making her one of his kind. Her price for his generous assistance, for his long and faithful servitude.

His body, his needs, his battered emotions were taking over again, pushing him to very edge of control. He had never known such a depth of feeling, such a total, encompassing love for another. She was everything. His air. His breath. His heart. Bastion's mouth found hers in a long, drugging kisses, moved to her throat, her breast, found his mark.

Dragging his sheathed teeth over the mark her heard her moan, wiggle her hips, willing him to move within her once again. Rasping his tongue once, twice, he felt his teeth elongate, softly dragged them across her breast, plucked a nipple between them and gently bit down, then slowly brought his tongue over to soothe the bite, making her writhe in pleasure.

Going back to the mark that bonded them, he sank his teeth into her soft flesh, opening his mind to her to let her experience the intense pleasure coursing through him as he took her life's blood into his system, restoring his strength.

Increasing his pace, she met him thrust for thrust, both moaned low in their throats, grabbing wildly at each other to get a firm hold, never wanting to let go as the pleasure of their joining increased. Slowly, Ginny stopped moving as frantically, but moaned low in her throat, a keening sound that quieted the forest in an instant, her pleasure cresting as she exploded into a million pieces, starts forming behind her closed eyelids.

Dragging his mouth away, he looked upon her face, her hair askew from his musing of it earlier, her eyelids droopy, her mouth opened slightly to drag in gasps of breath, her every movement costing her lungs precious energy her body didn't have.

"I brought you to the point of death, your payment to me is to choose, either to become one of my race, or to die and leave your sprit to roam endlessly, your business and soul lost for eternity." He breathed over her shoulder, his forehead resting again her neck.

Almost jerking out of a trance, she glared at him, but sighed and nodded her head, as if she had known it was coming.

Lifting up his wrist, he brought it to his mouth and made a shallow gash, the blood welling up cascading down his arm towards her mouth. She didn't automatically open up immediately, but with a little coaxing he manage to pry open to her lips and press his wrist to her mouth.

After a few timid sips, she brought his wrist more firmly against her mouth and sucked voraciously, her pale skin tone was becoming even paler, her eyes losing their gleam, only to be replaced by sheen of primal hunger, her hair becoming slightly thinner and longer, and her cheekbones becoming more prominent. Soon he began to feel his enormous strength weaken, and pulled his wrist away.

He met slight resistance, which was surprising considering most newborns were weak and not able to fight back. His Ginny was strong, he had chosen well.

Slowly he rose up, pulling out of her as did, the night air making him shiver, he watched as she oddly went through the transition quickly, her body becoming more defined, her limbs becoming more angular, better fitted for running fast and flying through the air.

Finally, with a pop, her eyes changed from their brown hazel to a pronounced yellow. She rose from the ground in all her glory and smiled.

"Now, about my dilemma…"

Back at the castle with Harry, Hermione and Remus- Dumbledore's office 10 am- Dumbledore's POV

Hermione was seated in a chair, Harry and Remus standing behind her, both their bodies angled to covers both her sides, their hands resting near her head, occasionally touching strands of her hair between the extended fingers.

I shifted uncomfortably; the three adult werewolves were staring eerily silent at me, not moving, occasionally reaching out to touch each other, their closeness giving them the air of a family.

Suddenly, it clicked in his mind, family. They were acting like a family, his mind immediately set to work on how this will play in his favor in controlling them. He already had accomplished in getting them staying together in the same house and vicinity, however, Harry was an unpredictable in the whole ordeal, but seeing as how they were acting now, it would benefit him either way.

Mentally grinning, he sat straighter in his chair; losing his wariness, he had them now.

"Sir, sorry to be a bother, but we might have a situation which we need to take care of right now." Hermione mumbled from her seat in front of his desk. "I seem to have become an Omega, and I don't think I'm particularly comfortable in staying in the school, I sincerely request we leave now for Remus's cottage."

All of a sudden, I sat completely upright, my slight smile disappearing completely, to which all three wolves noticed and sat upright as well, immediately on guard, their instincts toned to perfection.

My mind immediately raced, this was not good, omegas were almost near to impossible to control with magic or spell of any kind, let alone an alpha female, their instincts, their bodies' natural resistance, everything about them was immune to magic. He had a problem.

Forcing a smile on my face, I clasped my hands on top of my desk, to keep my fingers from going for my wand. The brief thought of annihilating them at this very moment strong, but eventually over come. I looked up to their faces, immediately regretting in doing so, all four of their eyes were glowing with their own unique color, their inner wolves shinning through in a rare moment of complete control. The hypnotic glow almost took hold of my mind, but immediately through up barriers in my mind, as I was taught.

Nevertheless, even that could not stop the full power of their eyes from penetrating my mind. Smiling uneasy at them to calm them down, which did little good, I stood and went to pet Fawkes, both to occupy my hands with and calm my own self down.

The bird opened a droopy eye and hooted softly, still sleepy from his evening meal. Turning around I faced them once again, I had no choice but to send them, but I could always take precautions. I decided tracker spells, lofty spells that were virtually undetectable, and generally keeping Order members up there to keep an eye on them.

Nodding towards them, I gestured towards the opening of my fireplace, dragging a bag of powder from the desk near the fireplace, and handed the bag to Remus, my eyes never meeting his directly.

Whispering to low enough for my human ears to hear, which made me seethe inside the depth of my mind, Remus nodded towards the fireplace, and in a succession of female to male, they disappeared to the undisclosed location Remus had issued to them.

With Hermione, Remus and Harry- Hidden bungalow

Remus had cast a distortion spell on Harry and Hermione, Luca having no magical aura distinctive enough to require one to insure that Dumbledore didn't cast any spells of his own to locate them. He needed to keep his family safe, and seeing Dumbledore's reaction to the news Hermione agreed to tell him, he wasn't taking any chances.

Whispering in tones he knew only Harry and Hermione could hear he told them the location of his real home, the airy mountains of the United States, far away from any influence of the English magic society, far away from namely Voldemort and any willing to do harm to his family.

Turning towards them, he smiled. "Welcome to my humble abode." he said, smiling, letting the years of damage suddenly decrease.

Harry smiled, a real smile after all the years of suffering, and took Hermione's elbow and walked through the entrance of the bungalow and whistled in appreciation. The house was warm, the humidity of the US surprising them for a minute before they gradually got use to it as they walked further into the house. The warm tones of color on the walls made the home feel even homier than it already did. The furniture placed evenly throughout the room, comfortable sofas that you sinked in and TV, where it was magically tuned to get every channel that was available.

The three bedrooms were simpler, a bed, dresser, and a door leading to their own bathrooms. Each a different color than the last, each warm colors; mahogany, green, red, whiskey yellows.

Hermione chose the whiskey yellow room, transfigured a chest near the bed into a crib for Luca and gave him a fresh binky, considering he mauled the last.

Laying him down gently, she looked up towards the waning afternoon sun through the bay window on the far side of her room, and sighed. The second full moon will be tonight, another tomorrow night before the cycle would begin again a month later.

It was times like these that she would miss her mother, to comfort her, to provide her with advice.

But… now she had Harry, and Remus, and her little baby.

Walking out of the room, she headed to the other rooms to scout out the rest of the house, a primal instinct even she couldn't ignore.

Following her nose, she found Harry's room first. The green room was earthy, just like Harry, the green color matching his eyes exactly, the bed towards the darkened corner of the room, the bay window open to let a breeze in the let out the stuffiness of the room from being closed for an indefinite amount of time.

Walking up behind him, she hugged him from behind; he was busy folding clothes into a dresser, but froze when he felt her arms encircling his waist. She sighed into his shoulder and moved away to sit on the bed, and then frowned.

Scowling, she punched the pillows, plumped them, and then snapped the blanket out, spreading it over the bed. She'd just gotten it arranged when he came up behind her, slipped his hands around her waist, and pulled her back against him, her shoulders to his rib cage. The heat of his big body scorched through her clothing and she could taste his exotic spicy scent on each shallow breath she drew.

"Did you never wonder, Hermione?" he said softly, ducking his mouth close to her ear.

"Wonder what?" She managed, holding very, very still. He'd left just a tiny bit of space between their lower bodies, a tantalizing, tempting amount of space.

There was a moment where none of them moved or spoke.

Abruptly, he filled his hands with her breasts. The breath she was trying to gather exploded from her lungs in a hiss. Her skin sizzled beneath the fabric of her shirt, as nerve endings arced to instant, insatiable life. She could only imagine how incredible it would feel to have his bare hands on her bare skin; those big, strong Quidditch weathered hands all over her body. With that extra animalistic quality he had, she fancied she might go up in flames from the sheer erotic heat of it.

He made an edgy sound that was so animalistic and full of sexual hunger that her knees nearly buckled, and she swayed for a moment. His grip tightened on her breasts, causing her to draw in a long ragged inhalation, but he didn't offer her the full support of his body; he still kept himself, from the waist down, that slight provocative distance away.

Hermione closed her eyes; her breasts felt tight in his hands, swelling from his touch. His unshaven jaw rasped against her hair, then against her cheek as he nudged aside her hair. The sleek wet heat of his tongue traced a velvety trail down the side of her neck, sending shivers of sensual delight skittering up her spine. She was going to pull away, to stop him. Any minute now…

"Did you never fantasize about us? Tell me you didn't, Say, 'No Harry, I never even thought about it once.'" He laughed huskily, wickedly, as if endlessly amused by the thought, his thumbs tracing light circles on her breasts, just beneath her nipples, on the soft underside where she was so sensitive. Her nipples were so hard there were poking through bother her bra and her shirt, hungry for touch.

He closed his fingers on the puckered peaks at the precise moment that he bit down on the nape of her neck, and she clenched her teeth to keep from crying out. Knowing Remus was in the other room, possibly near the room, with the activity they were brewing up. He knew, damn him, he knew. Her secret fantasies, the inner, eternal battle she waged. He knew all about it.

"Why so quiet? Why won't you say it, Hermione?" A pause, "Because you did think about it, Many times." A sleek glide of his tongue down her neck. Another gentle nip on the tender, sensitive cord that ran from her neck to her shoulder, making her whole body shiver with desire. A delicious light pinch on her nipple. "Is it so hard to admit? I know you did, you wondered what it would like for me to take you to bed. To strip you naked and make you come so many times that you couldn't even move. To give you so much pleasure that it left you limp and exhausted, unable to do anything but lay there while I tended to you, and rebuilt you strength so I could do it to you again and again. So I could ride you slow and deep, take you fast and hard from behind, so I could life you astride me and feel you shudder on top of him when you came. So I could lick and taste and kiss every inch of your body until nothing else existed, until all else ceased to matter but what I was doing to you, the completion only I could give you."

She was panting softly. Damn him. She'd imagined all those things and more. And his words were painting much too vivid pictures in her mind's eye: Harry doing all those things to her, being lifted astride him on her hands and knees for him as he thrust into her from behind…

God, she thought feverishly, had she always been picturing him? Try though, she might, she couldn't recall the face of the dream prince that she'd so lovingly detailed out of her teen fantasies. Either he'd blasted it right out of her memories, replacing her imaginary lover with his dark eyes, his hard body, his seductive voice and devastating touch, or it had always been him.

"You fantasized," He continued, his voice low and hypnotic. "You may be a virgin in body, but not in mind, I feel the heat and passion in you, there's a fury of it inside you. I felt it the moment I saw you that morning with Luca."

There was a silence for a moment while he just held her, hands gone still on her breasts, breath warm on her neck, unmoving. She knew this was her moment to rescue herself. To rage at him. To tell him he was wrong, that he didn't know the first damn thing about what he was talking about.

But she couldn't, because he did.

The silence stretched between them.

Abruptly, one hand slipped from her breast and cupped her snuggly, intimately between the legs, grinding her bottom back against his erection. An incoherent cry burst from her throat. He answered with a spate of words in mumbled gibberish of passion.

She melted against back against his body.

He sensed it immediately, the precise moment she yielded. He spoke in mumbled tones, the masculine triumph in his voice unmistakable. She was lost and he knew it.

She expected him to turn her in his arms, crush her against him, but once again, he defied her expectations.

Hand still snug between her legs, pressing her relentlessly back against his hard-on, he splayed his other hands against her jaw and turned her head, guiding her head, guiding her lips to his. Standing behind her, he kissed her. Shed not have believed it possible to kiss at such an angle, but she'd never kissed anyone as tall as he was, and not only was it possible, it was bizarrely, intensely erotic. Dominant. Possessive. A kiss of branding and claiming, she was captured hard against his body, his big hand warm between her legs, his jagged, silky hair falling over his nape, his mouth dealing over hers.

She whimpered against his lips, but it was lost to the hot glide of his tongue, probing deep, retreating. Mating, escaping. Playing with her, dancing a slow, torturous, blatantly sexual dance.

The sudden noise in the hall on the other side of the hall broke them apart, Hermione immediately dashing towards the bedroom holding Luca, finding him safe and aware, whimpering for her.

She picked him up and cradled him to her chest, watched as harry strode into the room with a smirk on his face. "Full moon's got us jumpy today eh? Remus just dumped a load of pots and pans on the floor of the kitchen on his way from the shed." He laughed and sat down on her bed, sniffed and turned to see Remus loom through the doorway, an apologetic smile on his face. Rubbing the back of his neck and smiled good-naturedly, "Sorry bout that guys, I guess my muscles are getting ready f or the moon tonight. I'm surprised you guys aren't feeling the effects with the moon this high in the afternoon sky already."

He turned towards Hermione and smiled, sending shivers up her spine, her body still tensely aware of being at the peak of completeness, yet now denied that pleasure. Sniffing the air, his grin turned feral.

"Tonight will definitely be interesting.

A/n-Here my new chapter guys~! I hope you enjoyed it~ Please read and review