Remus sighed as Hermione and Teddy walked out of their quarters and headed to Hogsmeade for the day. He loved his family, but sometimes he just needed space from them. Usually he tried to keep his emotions in check, but this month had been harder than normal.

Try as he might, he couldn't stop his mind from focusing on Hermione. He had woken up this morning, cock like granite, after dreaming of her naked body. He had seen parts of her body over the last eight months — her nipples when Teddy unlatched and she wasn't covered, her legs when she wore those tiny shorts to bed, her skin glistening when she was wearing nothing but a towel after a shower, and nearly every inch of her when they went swimming in the Black Lake over the summer and she wore a bikini.

That morning, he had taken a cold shower and it hadn't helped at all. His cock had softened some, but no matter what he thought about, it wouldn't fully deflate. He still thought it was too soon to be thinking about another woman, but he couldn't help it. As much as he had loved Dora, he wanted Hermione.

Giving in to what his body needed, Remus walked into his room, locked and silenced the door just in case before pulling his clothes off. He lay on his back and whispered the spell to lightly lubricate his hand. Knowing what he was about to do, his dick swelled until it was almost painful. He grasped it in his hand and sighed as he began to slowly rub up and down.

Oh fuck.

He thought about what it would feel like to pump his cock in and out of Hermione's tight cunt as his hand began to move faster. With his enhanced senses, he already knew what she smelled like when she was turned on, and he wanted to taste her. If she only knew that every time she masturbated, the smell of her arousal permeated the air in the best way possible.

Moving his other hand down his body, he grasped his bollocks and began to tug on them. What he wouldn't give to have them smacking against Hermione's arse as he pounded in and out of her. Or even better, to have them swinging hard enough to slap her clit as he fucked her from behind.

The thought of Hermione on her hands and knees as he hammered into her was too much for him, and he came hard. Fluid shot from his cock, splattering on his stomach and covering his hand. Catching his breath, Remus spelled his body clean.

Guilt flooded him as he realised that he was falling for Hermione and was using her to bring about his own pleasure. She was young and would never fall for him, but dammit if he didn't want her in every way possible. It didn't help that Moony wanted her too.

Remus was pacing their sitting room. There was an hour until moonrise and Hermione still hadn't returned from Hogsmeade yet. She knew he needed to be with her and Teddy before the change. What was keeping her?

As he wondered if something had happened to her, worry filled him. It wasn't like Hermione to miss something this important. He stopped in front of their dining table and downed his Wolfsbane potion, grimacing at the horrible taste.

As the time ticked closer to moonrise, his irritation and worry grew. He wanted to go to Hogsmeade and look for them, but he couldn't risk it. He couldn't guarantee he would make it back in time. While he trusted the Wolfsbane to keep his human brain in control — Hermione had never screwed up a batch — he wouldn't risk changing in public, just in case. He would change in their rooms because he knew that even if there was something wrong with the potion, Moony would never attack Hermione or Teddy. They were his pack and Moony loved and protected them above anything else. The general public wouldn't be that lucky.

At ten minutes to moonrise, he called Winky.

"Winky, Hermione and Teddy still haven't come back," he told her. "Would you be able to find out where they are and bring them back?"

"Winky can be finding thems for you, Master. Winky is a good elf and is happ—"

With a loud crack, she was gone.

Remus didn't understand what had happened. Winky was a good elf and would never leave in the middle of a conversation with her master.

Unless Hermione called her.

Remus started pacing again, waiting for Winky to return. If Hermione was summoning Winky, either something was wrong or she needed help getting back into the castle grounds. It seemed to take forever, the seconds on the clock moving so slowly, time could have stopped. Three minutes passed before Winky appeared, a screaming Teddy in her arms.

"What in the fuck?" Remus yelled.

"Jibs!" Winky yelled, ignoring Remus' question as one of the kitchen elves appeared before them. "My Mistress is being in trouble in the Lestrange Estate. Bad wolf is going to kill her. I has to take care of Teddy. Yous go and save her."

Remus heard her words as if through a long tunnel. Hermione was with another wolf and was in trouble?

"Jibs," he told the elf. "I command you to take me to Hermione. As soon as you take me there, you're to return to Hogwarts and both of you need to inform the Headmistress of what has happened. Tell her to get Potter."

Nodding, Jibs grabbed his hand and he felt the pull of Apparation.

Remus and Jibs landed in what appeared to be a ballroom, the walls covered in mirrors. He saw Hermione, holding a knife, blood covering her hand and arm. He could only pray it was someone else's blood. He recognised Greyback from his scent immediately; the wolf had terrorised him since he was a child. Greyback was in front of Hermione, his back facing Remus.

Remus turned and yelled at the elf. "Leave!"

"Remus," Hermione yelled. "Teddy is safe! Leave!"

There was no way he was abandoning her. Teddy was safe with Winky. Hermione needed him now, and there was no way he was leaving her at the mercy of a killer wolf. Pulling out his wand, he started to run towards Hermione and watched as she sunk the blade of her knife into Greyback's back.

Good girl! Kill the bastard!

Hexes ran through his head, but he was afraid he might accidentally hit Hermione unless he got closer.

He was feet from them when he felt the pull of the moon, the change coming over him. He had no choice but to bend over and wait for the transition to complete. His skin itched as his fur came in and he bit back the howls of pain as his bones repositioned themselves into his other form.

The transition stopped and he looked up to see Hermione sink the blade into Greyback's heart. Blood poured from the wound and Remus took a moment to celebrate the death of the wolf that had changed him. He watched in horror as Greyback, refusing to stop fighting, turned and bit Hermione's side. She fell to the floor, the moon taking control of her body and changing her into a wolf.

Remus saw red. He allowed Moony to take control of his wolf form and seemed to watch, as if outside of himself, as he launched towards Greyback and sunk his teeth into his throat. Gnashing his head side to side, he pulled the cords and muscles out of the dying wolf's neck and relished in the taste and feel of Greyback's blood filling his mouth. He spat the flesh out of his teeth and watched in satisfaction as the bastard died before his eyes. Remus pushed Moony to the back of his mind where he should have been, but not before he felt the rush of happiness fill him at his kill.

A growl filled his ears and he looked to see a beautiful brown wolf, fur the color of Hermione's hair, crouching in front of him. She was in the attack position. This young thing was too new to recognise that Moony was her friend, her pack, not the dead wolf before them. But her werewolf instinct was telling her that he had killed her Alpha.

He moved into a playful position, hoping she would recognise it for what it was. It had been so long since he was bitten that he couldn't remember how long it took for him to learn the physical cues of other canines. He called her to her, hoping to get through, Moony supplying the name for Hermione's inner wolf to him.

"I won't hurt you, NeNe. Let's play."

She moved into a neutral stance and he slowly walked towards her. His tail was still wagging, showing her that he meant no harm. That they were family. He could see she was confused and hoped that NeNe was as smart as Hermione was. Thinking, he yipped and barked the only thing that he thought might get through to her.

"We are pack, NeNe. You can feel it. We have a pup together."

Remus watched as her eyes seemed to clear. She moved into a submissive stance and talked to him as she cleaned his face.

"Pack," Hermione repeated over and over again. "Pack mates. My mate."

Moony was howling in his head at NeNe's words. She's a wolf and she's accepted us. Mate! Mate! Mate! Remus used all of the mental strength he had to ignore what was being said to him, and what his body wanted. He could smell how fertile she was, and all his inner wolf wanted to do was mount her and not stop until he had pumped a few pups into her.

Instead, he nudged her and told her they should run around the house and explore. He hoped there weren't other people in the house. If there were, NeNe would not be able to stop herself from killing them and he knew Hermione would never forgive herself. Even if they were the kind of people that supported vermin like Greyback. Moony could control NeNe to an extent, but he wasn't sure how much he would be able to help her.

They followed her human scent down to the cellar and saw Rabastan Lestrange, his throat cut, dead on the floor of a room that, based on the smell, she had been kept in. NeNe's lips pulled back from her teeth as she scented the human. Moony knew she wanted to devour the kill before her. Nipping her back legs, he directed her away from the body on the floor. He knew Hermione wouldn't want to eat that flesh.

Another room smelled of Teddy and Rabastan and both wolves growled. He knew she would be feeling the same things he was: Anyone who touched our son deserved to die. The protective side of him was so much stronger when he was in wolf form and he could only imagine how intense that instinct was for NeNe, the pup's mum.

The rest of the house was empty, the only scents belonged to the two dead men in the ballroom. As they walked around the main floor, NeNe sniffed at the crack under the front doors. Whining, she started scratching, trying to get out of the house.

Remus wasn't sure where Lestrange Manor was located, and while he assumed it was on a remote piece of property like most pureblood manors, he didn't want NeNe leaving the house. Until she was able to take Wolfsbane potion, it was up to him to protect her from her natural instincts. Growling, he tried to direct her away from the door and up to the next level. When she resisted, he nipped at her hindquarters again until she started to move.

They entered a room that appeared to be the master bedroom and suddenly NeNe was jumping on him, ready to play. Launching herself at him, she used her front paws to bat around his face. He nipped at her neck and she rolled onto her back. She rubbed herself against the carpet before jumping up to bat at his face again. He grabbed the skin at her neck, careful not to actually bite her, and rolled her to the ground.

He hadn't played like this since his Hogwarts days when he would transform with Sirius and the two of them would chase and wrestle each other for hours at a time. This time was different, though. NeNe wasn't a dog that was close to a wolf that he would play with. She was a wolf. Remus had to keep forcing Moony to calm down. Every time he would jump on her, his inner wolf wanted nothing more than to start rutting.

Since he was older and NeNe had transitioned for the first time, they both tired out pretty quickly. Jumping onto the bed, Remus turned in a circle a few times to make sure he had selected the best spot before laying down. Yipping, he called for NeNe to come get some rest.

After bounding onto the bed, she lay next to him and placed her face on his front paws. Remus laid his head over her neck. Both of them rumbled in pleasure and he knew it was because they felt safe together.

It was just like when they were in their human forms and would crawl into bed, Teddy between them. The werewolf magic that now flowed through both of their veins calmed them down. The only thing that could make this moment any better would be to have Teddy with them now. Remus knew that NeNe wouldn't be able to hurt Teddy any more than Moony would be able to. She might be a brand new wolf, but she would instantly know her son.

Remus lifted his head and nuzzled against her face, tongue darting out to lick her before he placed his head back on her neck. Closing his eyes, he waited for NeNe to fall asleep before relaxing completely and allowing himself to drift off.

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