Chapter 15: Werewolf Pups

Here's something that absolutely no one had bothered to tell Mary MacDonald when she became a Prefect: the Library was, by far, the hardest place to patrol in all of Hogwarts castle.

It was also the most exciting place to wander at night, mostly because the chances of finding a student out of bed past curfew here were the highest. When a fellow student was encountered, it was almost always innocent enough: a second-year Ravenclaw fast asleep amidst stacks of books and parchment, who had been studying, nodded off and lost track of time. Explanations like these usually permitted that the student be let off with a warning, plus advice on a really good spell that can act as an alarm clock.

By the light of her wand, Mary made her rounds throughout every square inch of the Library. One had to be careful to look behind every bookcase and down every row. Under every table, even. She had become more careful in searching this place, ever since she had heard James Potter boasting about how he broken into the Library at all hours "plenty of times." Argus Filch, the Caretaker, seemed pleased that someone else was performing the unenviable task of sweeping the most labyrinthine room in the whole castle, and had since happily left his lantern and infernal cat at home.

Mary turned a corner, into the last row of bookshelves just before the Restricted Section. The collection of tomes forbidden even to students was gated, and supposed to be locked by Madame Pince at closing. According to her wand's light, this entire aisle contained every text you could want about Magical Creatures. Mary had done well in the subject during her OWLS end of last year, and Professor Grubby-Plank had encouraged her to pursue a higher level of study on the subject during this, her sixth year.

Mary found herself coming to a halt at a chunk of shelf designated to werewolves. Plucking one tome off the shelf, entitled The Passing of the Werewolf Bloodline, she began to leaf through it.

Remus….. he was out there somewhere on the grounds now, hopefully under the Whomping Willow, where Sirius said there was a secret hideout and passageway. Tonight was the last night of the full moon for the month, so Mary was anxious to see her boyfriend again and attend to him.

A single thought tumbled into her head, and it made her cunt clinch. The practical side of her tried to scold that she was scarcely 16; she hadn't the time to think about such mature things yet. All the same, Mary pointed her wand at the book.

"Indexio!" The book's pages immediately flipped to the back, showing the index, which Mary perused with a finger. Here we are! She smiled, turning to the appropriate page:

"Werewolves are bitten, not born," the chapter read. "As such, a werewolf who wishes to procreate with a mate, be she human or a she-wolf herself, shan't fear conceiving werewolf puppies. Any babies sired by a werewolf father or mother will be, research suggests (though limited), born human."

Smiling a little to herself, letting out a curious hum, Mary felt her hands wander down to her flat abdomen. She and Remus had yet to be intimate, beyond heavy making out and generally fooling around. Her lover had always been reluctant to undress her or touch her underneath her skirts, always careful that they never lose control so much so as to suddenly find themselves making love. Knowing his condition as she had for the past close to nine months they had been together, Mary had always mingled near this as a possibility: that Remus was one day afraid of having children with her or any partner.

Letting out another pleased hum, Mary clapped the book shut and tucked it under her robes. She made a note to fill out the check-out card and stamp it as she left, lest she wanted Madam Pince to think she had nicked it. And if anyone asked, she could say she was borrowing it for material from Professor Grubby-Plank's class.

"Mary?"

Mary turned to see Lily at the end of the aisle, her illuminated wand held aloft. "Everything clear here? I've checked everywhere else, minus the Restricted Section."

Mary nodded. "All quiet, nothing to report."

"Let's head back then. Sunrise is a couple hours away." At this, Lily's lips upturned into a knowing smile, and Mary couldn't help but flush scarlet.

She and her best girlfriend exited the library, Mary pausing only briefly by the check-out desk to self-check-out the book on werewolves. She tried to stuff it back into her robes but not quickly enough, so that Lily caught the title.

"The Passing of the Werewolf Bloodline? Care to explain what that's about?"

Mary's cheeks were practically afire. "Something for Grubby-Plank."

"Liar," Lily snorted, though it lacked any bite, and catching her by the arm, Lily spun her best girlfriend to face her.

Not another word needed to be said. "I…. I've just been doing some…. light research. About whether…. werewolves can have children."

Lily's green eyes expanded just a little. "This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with you and Remus, would it?" Then, with a gasp, Lily reached out to touch Mary's stomach. "Merlin's beard, Mary! You're not….?!"

"NO!" Mary cringed at how her voice echoed along the castle walls. "No," she repeated more quietly. "Remus and I…. we haven't even shagged yet. He seems hesitant to, and I think this might be why." She hefted the book. "I'm just trying to plan for the future, that's all."

Lily smiled, even sighed a little romantically. "And what does the book say? Unless Remus has said he doesn't want to have children….?"

"You know there are a lot of misconceptions about werewolves, and I think Remus believes them, poor fellow. Most of them, anyway. Like how people are afraid that a werewolf who reproduces will have cubs instead of human babies. There isn't a lot of data on that subject, but this book says werewolves can only be made, not born, so reproduction shouldn't be a problem." Glancing down at her feet, Mary let a hand caress her flat stomach. "I don't care either way. Even if my womb were filled with wolf puppies, I wouldn't mind, as long as they were his."

Lily gazed at her, eyes filling with moisture. She patted her best girlfriend's arm. "You're a wonderful person, Mary MacDonald. Remus found a pot of gold in you, and no mistake!"

"All right, all right, enough with the Irish jokes!" Mary groused. Though she was smiling.

By the time the two girls clambered through the portrait hole, the sky was just beginning to gray.

"I think I'll wait up for him," Mary stated, seating herself in an armchair faithfully.

"I'll join you. Not tired anyway," Lily threw herself into the other upholstery.

Mary snorted. "You just want to watch me and Remus snogging."

"I cannot tell a lie. Merlin knows I'm not getting any."

"What about Severus?" Mary knew even as she blurted it out she probably shouldn't be saying anything. A mask that was decidedly un-Lily went up around her best friend.

"I haven't spoken to him since the start of term," the fiery redhead stated coolly.

"Has he sought you out?" Mary pressed.

"No. If he cared about the friendship we had, he would."

"Or maybe he's just been respecting your wishes and has left you alone," Mary countered. "You said so yourself you didn't see or contact him all summer." She shrugged. "I'm just saying you can't expect Severus to make the first move. Maybe that onus should be on you…."

"Mary, please, just bloody drop it!" Lily sighed, resting a palm to her head.

Mary bit her lip and clammed up.

The portrait hole swung open a moment later, and four boys staggered in. True to form, Sirius was the only one with a smile on his face, though even his feet were dragging. Mary bit her lip harder and flew into Remus's arms, kissing him sweetly. Internally, she winced at the dark circles under his eyes.

"Welcome home, darling." Content at how he had strength enough to hold her close, she rested her head against his chest, glancing over his arm to lock eyes with James. "Long couple of nights?"

"Bastard wore us out. Or maybe we wore him out, I don't know," James yawned through the phrase, brightening just a little when he saw Lily. "Wotcher, Lily."

Lily granted him with a grim smile and wave.

"All right, mates: crash. That's an order." Sirius and Peter couldn't stagger to the steps leading to the boys' dormitory, fast enough. James moved to follow, glancing back at Remus, half-asleep in Mary's embrace.

"Go on, then. I've got him."

James grinned blearily. "Bless you, MacDonald." And the bespectacled tosser disappeared from sight.

Craning her face up to his, Mary proceeded to snog Remus deeply. He was still a little lethargic in kissing her back, but she didn't mind. Coming up for air, she beamed radiantly.

"That'll wake you up!" Giggling, she kissed him again, more passionately this time.

And also dared to let her hands wander past the waistband of his trousers, then the elastic of his underwear. Feeling something stiff brush against her fingers, she cupped him in her fist, causing Remus to choke into her mouth.

"Lil…. Lily…." he croaked, darting his eyes fearfully over his girlfriend's head. Mary too glanced back.

"She's asleep," she whispered, chuckling a little at Lily sprawled in the one armchair. "And she said she wasn't tired!" Hiding a smile, she held out her hands to him. "Come on." And taking him by the hands, Mary guided Remus with purpose up into the girls' dormitory.

Students of the opposite sex were generally warded from entering each other's dormitories, but that could be circumvented, if you knew the right countercharms. This Mary did so she could let her boyfriend "break into" her chambers she shared with the other sixth-year girls. When they reached her four-poster, Mary playfully shoved her lover down onto her bed. Remus let out a tiny laugh in surprise, and giggling, she shushed him, before drawing the curtains and swinging one creamy thigh over his hips so she could straddle him.

Remus's baritone chuckle quickly morphed into a whimper. "Mary…"

"Sssssh…." Mary rested a soft finger on his lips. "Remus… I really do love you." And then, dipping her head, she replaced her finger with her warm and wet mouth. She shivered thrillingly, pleased, when she felt Remus's arms encircle her tightly. His mouth fall open to greet her eager tongue. Soon, she moved on to kissing his face, his hooded eyelids, before leaning back to shuck her robes from her body.

Pinned beneath her, Remus stared, transfixed if also a little wary, as Mary slowly and methodically unbuttoned her white blouse and cast this off too. There was a soft rustling sound as the articles of clothing tumbled to the floor, pooling at the foot of her bed.

Mary now sat astride her lover in nothing but her bra and knickers. Stretching out over him, she kissed him again, hands reaching and fisting the cloth that still maddeningly dressed him.

"Mary…..?" Remus whimpered against her lips.

"I want to take you to bed, Remus," she whispered along his tongue, which was swishing at the seams of her mouth. "I…. want to make love to you."

He drew back to stare at her. "Mary….. surely you know the risks…."

"I know the risks," she cut across him. "And I don't care. And even if I did, you know they're hogwash anyway. Besides, I know the Contraceptive Charm." Smirking impishly, she lifted her wand and waved it. Within a moment, all of Remus's clothes were off his body, neat and folded even at the foot of her bed.

"Now, then, Mr. Lupin: would you care to make love to me like a gentleman?"

Remus gulped. "I would care," he hissed. "Very much."

Smiling radiantly, Mary threw her arms about his neck and kissed Remus senseless. Humming, purring, they rolled over in each other's embrace so that Remus had flipped them, she lying beneath. Breaking the kiss lazily, the couple gazed into each other's eyes.

"Don't be afraid…."

"I'm not afraid," Mary interrupted, lovingly playing with the nape of his neck. "I could never be afraid, Remus – not of you."

He sighed and pecked her lips sweetly. "Where did you come from? What did I do to deserve you?"

"Is that a rhetorical question? Cause if it isn't, I can tell you that reciting poetry had more than a little to do with it…. Hmmmm….." Mary's prattling died in her throat as Remus kissed her with a passion that made her lose her breath.

"Your babbling is adorable, love, but I think you should be making other noises while I shag you." There was a very wolf-like growl to Remus's voice all of a sudden, and his eyes were dark with lust.

Mary nodded frantically. "Too right. Now, take me!"

He took her. With one, fierce plunge he was inside her. Mary arched her back, whimpering, straining to keep the tears from pricking her eyes. But soon the pain faded, to be replaced only by her and Remus's twin groans at being united in this way.

Slowly, Remus began to thrust. Smirking shyly, Mary lifted her hips meet him. There was a delicious, squelching, slapping sound as their torsos came together. Lolling her head back into the pillows, amidst the sounds of the bedsprings creaking, Mary moaned happily.

"Huhhhhh… Uhhhhhh… Ohhhhhh….. Mmmmmmm….. Hmmmmm…. Merlin, yes, Remus! Just like that! Ooooooo…. Oooooooooo… Ahhhhhhh…"

Gritting his teeth, Remus pounded her into the mattress, feeling pressure build up within his member.

"Mary, love, I can't….. Merlin, I'm close…. I've gotta…. Let me pull…."

But Mary simply clamped her thighs around his middle, trapping him.

"You're not going anywhere," she stated firmly. "You're going to cum deep inside me. And you can stay in there as long as you like. And if we make a baby, or a cub, or whatever, I wouldn't mind at all."

Remus gaped at her, half-enthralled, half-terrified. "But…. but people say werewolves shouldn't have offspring….."

"People are idiots," Mary rocked against him, sighing. "I….. Ohhhh, gods… I looked it up. We can have babies – human babies. Werewolves are made, not born, remember? Although, our little one could come out looking like a pup with fur all over his face, and I would still love it…."

At that, Remus lost all control. "Mary!" And he ejaculated deep within her tight walls.

Bucking frantically, Mary clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a happy scream as she too rode out her orgasm just a moment later.

Remus's sweaty form collapsed on top of her, and the pair held each other in the rising sunlight, panting. Stroking his face, Mary deeply kissed Remus, who was still staring at her in wonder.

"I want to be a mother, someday, Remus. I want to bear your child. Someday. Don't be afraid to think that's not what I want. But…. if you're still concerned, we can discuss it. Just don't let fear be what gets in the way. It didn't stop you from loving me."

Remus nodded, finally pulling out. "Just promise me you'll perform the Contraceptive Charm. We can't have you all pregnant and gorgeous when we're still at school. I daresay I wouldn't be able to control myself and then my grades would suffer."

Mary laughed musically, beaming at him adoringly. "I promise, love."

Kissing her quickly, Remus finished redressing and then slipped from the dormitory.

Later at breakfast, when Mary breathlessly told Lily that she and Remus had made love, the redhead was positively livid with herself that she had slept through it.