Author's Notes
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Cupid's Arrows - Chapter 30 - Of magical tattoos and werewolves!
"I think studying werewolves is a brilliant idea," Sirius said. "I'm a hundred percent behind you with it, Kitten. I have complete faith in your ability to do an outstanding job."
"As do...I!" Theo said, wincing as Blaise adjusted his tattoo gun then inked another line into the outline of the raven he was drawing on Theo's lower back.
"Sorry," Blaise said, watching Theo squeeze Draco's hand tightly. "Do you need a break?"
"No. If you stop, I'll never let you start again, carry on." Theo took a deep breath, shivered, then visibly relaxed and signaled for Blaise to continue.
"Haven't you got used to that by now?" Sirius asked, casting an eye over the other inkings on Theo's shoulders and chest.
"Have you?" Theo shot back, and Sirius paused, then conceded the point with a shrug.
Draco adjusted the book he was reading, turned a page with his spare hand, and frowned at the picture in front of him. "Leaving werewolves aside for a moment, an unforgivable curse is cast with the intention of causing harm, right?" He asked, glancing up to acknowledge Sirius' nod, "so, assuming that no spell is truly unblockable, do you think a strongly cast dark shield could block an unforgivable curse?"
"What's a dark shield?" Harry asked, looking up from the sofa he was sprawled on with Pansy.
"An offensive shield cast with the intention of rebounding any curses aimed at it onto a specific target," Sirius answered grimly.
"Yeah," Draco agreed. "They're different from regular defensive shields. It's a different incantation. My, uh…. my father used them a lot, but he never said if they worked on unforgivables."
"My father liked using them too," Theo agreed. "I never got the hang of casting them myself, which I suppose is a good thing.
"Love blocks unforgivable curses the best," Harry said. "Or I suppose more specifically, it negates them. As does dying for the people you want to protect, although I'll admit that's a little drastic for blocking an Imperio, say."
Hermione jolted fully awake from her doze to watch Draco peer at Harry in a confused sort of way. "But love is the opposite of hate, and these spells are cast with hate," Draco began.
"They can also be cast with love," Theo countered, staring hard at the fingernails on his spare hand. "If you love someone enough that you'd kill to protect them, love becomes your casting intention. Did you not know that? If you cast that particular Avada using hate, Draco, it would never have worked because you didn't hate the person you were being told to kill. Had you cast it using your desire to protect Narcissa, it would have worked perfectly."
"But the one you cast would have worked," Draco said, turning slowly to face Theo with a look of horrified comprehension dawning on his face, "because you cast it with the love you had for me. Is that what you're saying?"
Hermione gasped, suddenly realising which particular killing curses Draco and Theo were referring to. Theo nodded while giving Draco an apologetic look.
"Fuck! I never knew that!" Draco said, rubbing his spare hand over his face.
"You can cast any spell with a dark or a light intention. Thereby any spell can become light or dark," Blaise said.
"I always thought unforgivable curses were cast with hate. I'm with Draco on this. Love and hate are total opposites." Pansy swung her legs around, sitting up on the sofa with a frown.
Dumbledore always used to tell me my biggest weapon against Voldemort was the love I held inside of me," Harry took off his glasses, rubbed them on his jeans, then replaced them with a sigh. "I used to think he was bonkers, but it held true in the end. I let Voldemort kill me thereby giving my life in exchange for him sparing all of yours. None of his unforgivable curses had any effect on any of you afterwards because you were protected by my sacrifice."
A moment of complete silence greeted Harry's words. Even the monotone buzzing of Blaise's tattoo needle paused as every eye in the room swivelled to Harry. "Look," Harry continued, suddenly sounding uncomfortable, "my mother died to protect me, and it worked. Her loving sacrifice gave me lingering protection and for a long time Voldemort couldn't touch me until he physically strengthened himself by imbibing my blood. I died to protect all of you, which was another sacrifice made out of love, and that worked too. I'm not saying that sacrifice is the only way to negate an unforgivable. I just think you'll block them more successfully with love than with hate."
Draco nodded slowly. "Thanks for that, by the way. The dying for us thing. I don't think I've ever properly thanked you for it before now."
Harry smiled. "No problem. I saw you, by the way, Draco, in the Astronomy tower. I saw you lower your wand. I know you couldn't kill Dumbledore."
"No, because apparently my knowledge of magical theory was way off the mark back then." Draco rolled his eyes. "But even if it wasn't, I don't think I could have successfully murdered Dumbledore."
"I know you couldn't," Harry said simply.
Hermione held her breath as Harry and Draco stared at each other, both sharing a long, significant moment. She caught Theo's eye, saw him lick his lips and swallow, then stare determinedly at the ceiling, obviously trying to hold back a tear as Remus wandered into the lounge.
Hermione gasped at the sight of the newly healed cut on Remus' face and the fresh bandage on his left arm. She jumped up then paused awkwardly, afraid of throwing her arms around him for fear of hurting him further. "Are you withholding hugs now, Hermione?" he asked in a strained voice.
"No, I just didn't want to hurt you!" she exclaimed, stepping into his open embrace and gently closing her arms around him. "Oh, Remus! You look terrible!"
"Good to know," he held her tightly, then released her with a soft smile. Sirius patted the cushions into place on the sofa, and Remus sank into it while re-tying his dressing gown securely around himself. Sirius pointed his wand at the fire, and the flames doubled in height, filling the room with comforting warmth. He passed Remus a cup of tea and a blanket, smiling tightly as Remus nodded his thanks.
"How. How was it?" Hermione asked hesitantly. The room was eerily silent again. Theo nudged Blaise, who visibly jumped, then returned his attention to Theo's half finished tattoo.
"Not too bad," Remus sipped his tea with a nod. "Everything aches now, but I guess that's to be expected following a violent transformation that breaks every bone in your body." Hermione glanced at Pansy, watching her close her mouth then force her startled gaze back to Harry. Remus blinked his still amber eyes, and Hermione tried not to stare at his highly exaggerated canine teeth.
"How would you counter an unforgivable curse, Re?" Sirius asked, moving to sit on the sofa beside him. "Assuming you could, of course. Draco's researching it for his project, and we're debating blocking it with love, or deflecting it with a dark shield. It's all gotten rather confusing."
Remus thought for a moment, watching the flames flicker in the fireplace. "Magical theory can be very confusing, but I'd say love would have the best effect. But, it would have to be a very specific kind of love. A pure, unselfish, sacrificial love. A mother's love for example," he said, glancing anxiously at Harry. Hermione looked up as Draco wriggled his fingers free from Theo's grip and started to flick through the book he was holding more earnestly.
"Hey," Theo complained, pulling an exaggerated pout, "don't worry about me, will you? I'll just struggle on over here, resisting the pain. All by myself."
"Oh, come on, Nott, you're a big boy now. I need my hand for a sec-"
"I'm not that big! Hermione, you won't abandon me in my hour of need, will you, love?"
Laughing quietly at Theo's consternation, Hermione moved to take Draco's place. Her smile widened when she saw the almost finished tattoo outline that Blaise was still working on. It was perfect. Blaise truly was a skilled artist. "Hold still," he said, touching the needle back to Theo's skin, "Especially if you want this to move. It needs to be perfect, or it'll drop feathers every time it flies and you'll be cursing me forever more."
"As if I'd do that, Zabini. More so than I already do, that is. Ouch! There's no need for that, now is there?!"
"Don't be cheeky when I have a needle in my hand then," Blaise shot back. "Behave yourself, for once in your life. I'm nearly done with the outline. I'll fill it in on our next session. Can I put the movement spell on now so we can see how it flies? Any adjustments will be easier to make before it's filled in."
"Yep. Go on," Theo said, gritting his teeth. "Do your worst."
Blaise grinned. "Don't break Hermione's fingers. I know you're not the best with pain." Blaise set his needle down, picked up his wand and pointed it at the new tattoo. "Atramentum motus corvus volare."
Hermione squealed as Theo gripped her hand so tightly it hurt. He screwed his eyes shut, shuddering as Blaise finally dropped his wand. "I swear you enjoy doing that," he muttered, exhaling heavily. "Sorry, love." he said, massaging life back into Hermione's numb fingers.
"No problem," she said tightly, wriggling her digits until they felt normal again. "Can we see it move?"
Blaise nodded, smirking as Theo dropped his head into his hands, clearly struggling to recover from the painful spell. "We can't touch it normally until it's healed, but if you stroke its head, in a few days time, it should do….. this!" Blaise hovered his wand tip over the raven's head, then smiled as it spread its wings and took flight. It flew across Theo's back, around his side, across his stomach then settled back into its regular position, perching elegantly back on its outlined branch.
"That's your best one yet," Draco said, giving Blaise an appreciative nod.
"Thanks," Blaise said, spraying the tattoo with a stasis potion then conjuring a clear bandage to cover it with.
"That one's brilliant," Sirius agreed, looking highly impressed. "Stick me next on your waiting list, can you please?"
Blaise nodded, looking delighted. He prodded Theo's arm with his finger, making him jump. "Of course. Come on, put some clothes on. Malfoy's much too distracted by your nakedness to get any proper studying done."
Theo lifted a brow at Draco who blushed then hurriedly dropped his eyes back down to the book he was supposed to be reading. Hermione smiled as she swept her eyes over Theo's naked chest, blushing deeply as Sirius noticed her staring.
"Sickle for your thoughts, Hermione?" Remus asked when it was just him, Sirius and Harry left at Grimmauld. Ron and Ginny had left for dinner at the Burrow with Millie and a somewhat terrified looking Blaise in tow, Pansy was taking a nap, Draco had mysteriously disappeared to Malfoy Manor, and Theo had apparated back to Charlie's to work out the finer details of his job offer.
Hermione blushed, dragging her mind away from what she had actually been thinking about and casting wildly around for a more shareable topic. Predictably Sirius wasn't to be fooled, though. "Everything going alright, is it, Kitten?" he asked, standing up to put the kettle on.
"Yep," she smiled. "It really is."
"I never thought I'd say this," Harry said, "especially given our current partner situation, but it's perfect, isn't it?"
"Yep." Hermione took her hair clip out and shook her curls loose, blinking curiously as Remus visibly recoiled.
"Sorry. Terribly rude of me." He pinched his nose with his fingers and smiled sheepishly. "My sense of smell is still incredibly sensitive. Your shampoo has quite a strong coconut scent."
"Oh!" Hermione clapped a hand over her own mouth. "I'm so sorry! I didn't think."
"That's okay, there's no reason you would," Remus soothed, watching her closely. "Sirius tells me you want to study werewolves for your extra credit project."
Hermione's eyes widened in alarm as she regathered her hair. She hadn't been planning to broach this subject with Remus yet, he was notoriously private about that side of his nature, especially directly after a transformation, and the last thing she wanted to do was upset him. "Stop worrying," Remus said, breaking through her rapid train of thought. "I don't mind. In fact, as it's you who's considering doing it, I think a lot of good could come from this. I'm willing to share everything."
"You… you are?!" she asked, unable to keep the surprise from her voice.
"I am," Remus clarified. "I trust you, Hermione. I'll share whatever you want to know. Sirius and Theo talk, as you probably know, and I'm aware of what you want to do. Theo said he and Draco are going to sponsor you, so I know money is not a concern, but even if it was, Sirius and I agreed that we'd sponsor you to do this ourselves. Answer me one question, though. Are you certain this is what you want to do when you leave Hogwarts? This isn't just a whim, or a passing thought?"
It seemed like such a weighted question that Hermione frowned, her mind spinning as she tried to understand exactly what Remus was getting at. "Yes! I'm certain I want to do my project on werewolves-"
"That's not what he's asking, Kitten." Sirius said. "Come one, Re. Fess up. Tell them everything."
Remus smiled, stretching back in his chair with an alarming amount of cracking joints. "Alright." He chuckled. "So, you know I'm rather mysterious with my whole "writing thing," he spread his fingers to accentuate the words, and Hermione turned to him, completely caught off guard. "Well, there's a reason for that. I'm actually a fully published author. In the muggle world," he added quickly as Harry snapped his head round to stare at him in surprise. "Nobody in the magical world knows me for writing, but in the muggle world, I have a string of published books. You might have heard of them, The Wolf King series?"
Hermione paused, staring at Remus in surprise. She'd heard of those books. Not only had she heard of them, she'd bought a couple but hadn't got around to reading them yet. "But! You….. Surely not! Wait a minute… Remus! Those books are on the New York Times Bestseller list…. Do you mean to tell me?" Hermione stopped and stared at Harry who looked thoroughly confused, and then at Sirius, who was openly laughing, "that you," she broke off, completely lost for words. "Wow!"
"Yep," Sirius said. "They've done very nicely indeed. My particular favourite review on them came from the New York Times, whose literary editor said, and I quote, "these books are so realistic, it's as if the author has inside experience of the world about which he writes." I liked that one a lot."
"You're a published author?" Harry asked, apparently finding the fact just as difficult to grasp as Hermione was.
"I am." Remus smiled modestly. "I'm published in the muggle world, but I also have an interest in publishing my books in the Wizarding world. I feel different about my Lycanthropy now than I have for most of my life. With Sirius, and Bill and Fleur Weasley beside me, I was already growing in confidence, but with you and your friends beside me as well, I feel it's time to strike out. Since the war ended, myself and Bill have been building up a network of people who have been bitten or attacked by werewolves. Most of them are Greyback's victims. Some of them are fully turned, some are only vaguely affected, like Bill, but all have had their lives changed by an unprovoked attack. If you are serious about this, Hermione, I'm sure that most of our contacts would be willing to work with you, too. We need you to do this for us, to further our cause, as much as you need us to further your studies. We'll work something out officially, if you like, but for now, I have an offer for you."
Remus paused to accept the tea and biscuits Sirius put on the table, then fixed Hermione with his half amber, half hazel eyes. "Sirius and I are offering you a reciprocal arrangement. You can study myself and any other agreeable werewolves as much as you like. You can track us, scan us, do whatever medical tests you wish, and in return we'd like you to help us convince the magical world that werewolves on wolfsbane are very different creatures from those who don't have access to the potion. We want to secure all werewolves a regular, affordable supply of medication, a safe place to transform and to spend the moon, then aftercare, healing, and the appropriate time off work to rest until they are recovered. We feel that if all werewolves are given those things as a matter of course, then werewolves need be feared no more. Now, what do you say, Hermione? You seem to have turned rather pale."
Hermione made an effort to close her mouth. Her mind had grown hazy, her head was swimming and her eyes were clouding with tears for what felt like the hundredth time in twenty four hours. "Umm," she cleared her throat, her mouth struggling to form words. "Remus, I…. are you sure about this?"
Remus nodded, looking determined. "Totally. As you know, I first met you, as your teacher when you were in your third year at Hogwarts. You amazed me even back then. I've never known anyone like you, Hermione, except possibly for Lily, Harry's mum. You were brilliant then and you're even more brilliant now. So yes, because it's you, I'm very sure. But I don't offer this lightly, and you know that. So, I'll ask you one more time. Would you like to work with me?"
"Yes." Hermione was up out of her chair and flying at Remus before she could stop herself. She tried to be mindful of his injuries but he didn't seem to care. With surprising strength, he stood up and held her tightly while she shook with tears that she didn't truly understand. "Yes," she said again. "I'd love to work with you."
"Once you've finished your NEWTS, though," Remus warned, and Hermione jumped as Sirius and Harry both burst out laughing.
"You say that like she'll need convincing to take her NEWTS," Sirius said, adding his arms to their hug. Hermione laughed as she tipped her head to the side and blinked Sirius' unruly hair out of her eyes. "This one's not going to give up school so lightly, is she?"
"And just so we're clear, Kitten, money is not a concern. If for any reason it falls apart with Draco and Theo, not that it will, I'm just saying, Merlin, don't bite my head off," Sirius held up a placating hand as Hermione turned to glare at him, "I'm just saying, we'll support you to do this. I've got more money than I know what to do with, and Remus has made a tidy sum out of the Wolf King books too."
"If it came down to money, I'd support you too, 'Mione," Harry said, sounding rather emotional himself. "The Potter vaults are also pretty full. You're not going to be hard up, you know."
Hermione laughed as Remus finally set her down. "I'm starting to get the picture." She grinned, unable to keep herself from doing a little jig of excitement. "Thanks Harry. I appreciate this, from all of you, more than you'll ever know."
"Mind my raven," Theo gasped as he and Hermione half staggered, half fell into their bedroom later that evening.
"Now that's not something you hear every day, is it?" She laughed, pulling back from his heated kiss to admire the handsome bird once again.
"What can I say? I like to be different." Theo pulled his T-shirt over his head, stepped out of his jeans, kicked them out of the way, then set about undoing Hermione's. She lifted her legs one at a time, trying to help him while she pulled her own top off, feeling almost frantic with desire
She squealed as he picked her up, kissed her soundly then carried her over to the bed. "Silencio!" she called, briefly hoping her wandless charm would hold, before abandoning herself completely to Theo's heated touch. "Merlin, I want you!"
"I want you too," he gasped, pinching her nipple sharply. "I've wanted you all day, and you didn't help that by eye-fucking me all through dinner. It could be dangerous though. Since Draco seems to have abandoned us in favour of Narcissa, we're all alone. We have no one to keep us on the straight and narrow."
"I've discovered it's more fun to stray off of that, actually," she grinned, using her hands to urge Theo higher up the bed. As soon as he obliged, she licked a long stripe up his thigh, smiling at his sharp intake of breath.
"Indeed it is," he agreed, taking her hands in his and pinning her to the bed. "Fuck that feels good! You're very forward tonight."
Hermione gasped, a powerful pulse of arousal causing her thighs to clench. A slow smile spread over her face as she recognised the meaning behind his words. "I'm sorry, Sir," she said pointedly, licking her lips, then purposely sinking her teeth into her bottom one and watching his cerulean blue eyes darken in response. She batted her eyelashes, mentally giggling at the effect the word had on him. "I got ahead of myself. I just want you so much."
Theo grinned. "How much?" He asked, brushing his lips over hers and groaning loudly as she kissed him straight back. His fingers strayed into her knickers and tugged the scrap of lace to one side. "Oops," he said, as the flimsy gusset broke, allowing him to plunge his fingers deep inside of her. "Sorry. Oh!" he pulled back, raising his eyebrows as she gave a loud, protracted moan. "You want me this much. I see."
Hermione nodded, opening her thighs wantonly. Theo removed his fingers, slowly licking them clean before leaning down to kiss her. "You taste divine," he whispered, making Hermione whimper at the taste of her own, intense arousal.
Theo lined himself up at her entrance, stroking the head of his cock through her slick folds and spreading her remaining juices liberally over them both. "So wet, so….. oh fucking hell!" His words disappeared into a moan as she pressed boldly forward, "so bloody good, Hermione!"
She closed her eyes as Theo settled all the way inside her. He rocked into her further, pressing his hips flush against hers and reaching places inside her that she hadn't even known existed before now. He lifted her calves, hooked them over his thighs, then pulled out and slid slowly all the way back in. "Oh Gods! She cried, lifting her hips and feeling thoroughly overcome by his long, sweet, easy strokes.
Theo watched her as he pulled back, holding her captivated in his intense gaze. "I love you," he whispered, lowering himself down to rest his forehead against hers. "Your support today and yesterday meant the world to me. You, in general. You and Draco, I mean. You're both everything to me."
Hermione nodded, touched by his uncharacteristic softness. "I love you too. And thank you for talking to Sirius about my werewolf idea," she whispered. "That meant a lot to me too."
"Good." Theo held her eyes as he continued to move slowly, catching every sweet spot inside of her along the way. "Just so you know, I've never made love like this. Not to a woman, anyway. I've only ever been this soft with Draco."
"I know," she said, a tear of overwhelm slipping out of the corner of her eye. "He told me."
"He's such an arse sometimes," Theo grumbled and Hermione's laugh turned into a loud gasp as he bottomed out inside of her. She hooked her ankles together behind his thighs and wriggled, trying to pull him even closer.
"Yes, he is. But we love him anyway."
"Yep. Though I maintain that was my secret to tell," Theo agreed. He extracted her lower lip from between her teeth and nipped it playfully himself. "I keep telling you not to bite this lip, or I'll do it for you,"
Hermione giggled, suddenly noticing that, with her legs in this position, she was in full control. An idea crossed her mind and she smiled, she'd done what she had in mind with Draco a couple of times, and he'd been quite happy with the shift in power dynamics, Theo was a very different proposition though. "Can I try being on top?" she asked, watching his reactions closely.
Theo stared at her for a moment, swallowed, then nodded, flipping them around with alarming ease. Hermione adjusted herself so that they were both comfortable, then started to carefully rock her hips. Theo gasped and as she watched he closed his eyes, leaving himself completely open to whatever she chose to do. Touched by his trust, she leaned down, taking the opportunity to kiss him again and again, the way he so often did to her.
She took his hands in hers, bringing them up to the pillow. He opened one eye to stare at her in amusement. "I can't cope with sticking charms," he whispered. "You're at my limit now."
"I know that," she agreed, lowering herself back down to kiss him all over again. She was touched that he had allowed himself to be this vulnerable with her, but she had no desire to go any further either. This wasn't the power dynamic that either of them preferred. She released his hands, smiling as he lifted them up to cup her face.
"Are you done being in control now?" he asked, giving her a cheeky wink.
"I think so," she laughed as he turned them back over, trapping her squarely underneath him on the bed. "I just wanted to see what being on top felt like."
"And?" Theo closed his eyes, picking up his pace until he was pounding mercilessly into her.
"It was good. But I…...oh Gods! I prefer it….. this way. And…. I know yoooou… do tooooo!"
"Good! Oh, sweet fucking Salazar! I'm gonna…. come for me…. Hermione." He pinched her nipple, rolling it firmly between his finger and thumb and the sharp sting shot like electricity down to her clit. He sucked hard on the sensitive skin of her neck and she jumped, lifting her legs and grabbing his backside with both of her hands.
"Fucking hell!" Theo gasped, clearly trying to hold back his own orgasm. He released her nipple and the sting that followed as the blood flowed back into the abused bud caused her orgasm to detonate. "Mnph!" Theo exclaimed again as her walls clenched around him, pulling him in further with every desperate flutter they gave.
Hermione was smiling when Theo finally lifted his head. He looked dazed as he panted to catch his breath. "Well that was different," he said with a grin.
"Yes," she agreed, tugging her tangled curls out of her eyes. "It was. Good different or bad different, though?"
Theo smiled at her indulgently. "Excellent different. I might let you try that again sometime."
Hermione smiled. "Good to know." She stretched out in the bed beside him, snuggling into his side and wondering what time Draco would be home.
Theo obviously heard her thoughts. "He'll be fine," he said, and it amazed Hermione how little this bothered her now. At first she had found his untamed legilimency strange and rather disconcerting, but now it just felt comforting. "He's with Narcissa. It's about time those two spent some time together."
Hermione closed her eyes, trying to keep her further worries to herself. "If you really want to learn Occlumency to keep me out, then ask Draco to teach you. But honestly, I wouldn't worry too much about it. I'm shit at Occlumency too, and I really don't mean any harm by doing this. It's not something I have any control over, although Charlie seems to think I could develop it to help communicate with the creatures I'm going to care for," Theo admitted, nuzzling his face into her hair. "I tune out most of what I overhear accidentally from other people, but if it bothers you I won't comment on anything I hear from you in future."
Hermione huffed out a laugh. "There's no point trying to deny what's bothering me with you, is there? In fact, I don't even know why I'm trying anymore. It's not like we have anything to hide from each other, is it?"
"I've got nothing to hide from you or Draco either," Theo agreed, "but I'd be pissed off if I couldn't keep anything private. We are allowed to have private thoughts, after all. Feel free to tell me to butt out anytime you like. I will just say this though. Narcissa's a lot nicer than you think. She's put up with my cheek for years, and she never truly believed in all the blood supremacy shit, she just got caught up in it because Lucius believed it, and she loved him. Then, during the war, she did what she needed to do to keep Draco and Lucius safe. She's going to think you're wonderful. She always wanted a daughter, but she and Lucius couldn't conceive any more children after they had Draco. So she'll be more than happy to dote on you."
Hermione's mind boggled at the idea of Narcissa Malfoy doting on anybody, but, she supposed, stranger things had happened in the past. She had been expecting Lucius to be very different to how she had actually found him, and if she could cope with meeting him and Thoronus Nott in Azkaban, she was sure she could cope with meeting Narcissa Malfoy.
"That's the spirit," Theo said, trailing his fingers over her bottom and spreading her cheeks with a wink. "Now. Where were we?"