Remus was relieved to have slept. Things made more sense. He could easily blame this whole experience of uneven emotions on these switches. Sirius, well, he never did well under pressure. He would forgive the illicit misuse of her form.

The animagus didn't bother scrounging up a shirt as he wandered from his bedroom. He needed tea and to check on the poor witch who had to live with a randy lupine personality. The only way to describe it was the intensity of a more primal nature. Eat, sleep, fuck, repeat. It was tiring to war with such a secondary feeling.

When he went to the dining room, he saw them before he was noticed. The witch was sitting on the counter as the werewolf was cleaning some cabinets by hand. However, it was their conversation that halted him.

"I know I shouldn't be upset, but he just dismissed me."

The werewolf tutted. "Sirius, you can't be upset at him for not wanting to kiss me. I would get the very same reaction if I were in my own body. He doesn't feel that way about me and never will. There are lines Remus will never cross," Hermione explained as she placed the rag down.

"You wouldn't kiss our friendly werewolf," Sirius garbled as he twirled a bit of hair.

Hermione pursed lips and shifted. "Yes, you're right."

"Maybe I'm wrong," Sirius said, but there was a question in his face.

The expression on the werewolf's face was priceless. The pure mortification and discomfort mixed with a contortion of eyebrows and lips. It couldn't have been any clearer. "Sirius, I adore Remus very much. I find him beyond astute and kind. However, I know the responsibility he feels he has towards keeping a healthy concept of right and wrong. It's the very same line you drew in the sand in regards to me."

"Can I ask you a simple question?"

"Fire away," Hermione sighed.

"If it wasn't there, would you?"

"Would I what?" Hermione questioned.

"Cross the line?"

Hermione touched Sirius's shoulder and smiled through tinted cheeks. "Don't get too sentimental, Pads. I won't be in Remus's body forever."

The witch jumped off the counter and huffed. "I'm honest. It's not often a lovely witch such as yourself decidedly takes care of a pair of marauders. I'm trying to figure out why."

"Are you in your own way trying to see if I'd be willing to let you use my body?" Hermione asked with a flat tone.

"Merlin, Hermione, I'm asking if you were invested in us."

"Why? Why ask me that while you both are trying to figure it out!" Hermione growled and pressed the witch into the counter.

The witch poked the werewolf's chest. "Stop lying!"

"Lying about what!"

"About fancying Moony!"

They were standing together and panting. The werewolf still had the witch pinned as the glare was potent with emotion. "You have no idea what I feel. How much I observe, take measure, and know for a fact when I'm done. Don't try to make this about me when it's about you. Fix your bloody relationship but leave me out of it, Padfoot. I don't need the rejection you're facilitating for me," Hermione breathed with a sharp tone.

"Rejection?"

"He tossed you out because you were me," Hermione spat.

The witch groaned loudly and shook her head. "No, he tossed me out because he was embarrassed that he was turned on by it."

"I'm done with this conversation," Hermione growled and walked away from the witch.

Remus couldn't hide as she barreled into the hallway. The werewolf pursed lips and tossed her head about. "Good morning," Hermione grumbled and walked passed him.

The footsteps faded on the stairs when Remus finally joined Sirius. The witch was pacing with a scowl before noting the animagus. "Good morning," Sirius murmured.

"Pads, you can't do that," Remus sighed.

"Do what?"

"Force her to acknowledge anything about us," Remus clarified.

The witch stomped over and waved a finger at him. "Then you tell me what was last night about, truly?"

"I'm having a difficult time sifting through this because you're her. Her body. It shouldn't be encroaching my proximity like that. She wouldn't want that."

"But you would? I know, I know, 'stop being bloody jealous Padfoot!' you would say. I'm not."

Remus ran a hand through the dark mane on his head. "I don't know, but I need things to go back to normal. I need to be me again," he sighed.

"Good morning!" Ginny's voice carried into the house.

Remus pressed his finger to his mouth. The statement was clear- they weren't going to talk any more about it. "Good morning, Ginerva," Remus called out.

"Uncle Siri!" James shouted as he ran into the room.

Remus laughed and scooped the child up. "You're not going to believe the last two days we've had."

James hugged him and caught sight of the witch. "Aunt Mina!"

Sirius blinked and cleared his throat. "Jamesie, you are not going to believe what's going on."

Ginny walked into the room and smirked. "Hello, marauders. Who's who today?"

"I'm Sirius," the witch groaned and scrubbed his face.

Remus was scrunching a smile at the boy touching his face. "And I'm Remus."

"Where's Hermione?" Ginny inquired.

"She's upset, probably went to brood in the drawing-room," Sirius huffed.

Ginny rolled her eyes as she shifted the baby on her hip. "Well, who upset her?"

"It's rather easy to upset a werewolf, Gin," Sirius responded.

"Someone did," the redhead said before handing the fussing toddler to Sirius. "Take him. I'm going to go check on her."

It was going to be a long day the marauders feared.


The next three days, corners were called. No one particularly spoke to anyone else about anything substantial. Remus took care of the now frustratingly fickle werewolf. Hermione spent most of her day held up in her bedroom, leaving Sirius to wait out the helpless feeling building dejectedly. It wasn't until George showed up with a bag that anyone knew anything.

"Hello fellas," George announced as he passed the dining room.

Remus and Sirius glanced at each other before moving to the doorway to see him climbing the staircase. Both scowled at each other and followed the redhead up to the bedroom, Hermione resided inside. The door shut and Sirius pressed the witch's face to the barrier.

"How's it?" George asked.

"I'm biting curses, Georgie, tell me that you have some cake for me?" The werewolf asked.

"Yes, and delivery from Horace. He brought it by the shop," George declared.

A massive groan and huff reverberated from the room. "Merlin's ball hair that tastes disgusting!"

The marauders on the other side of the door winced.

"Gin says you told her not to come here," George remarked.

"You think I want your sister to come when I can't even function? Moony isn't satisfied with my presence and quite put out that I'm feminine and not of the more male persuasion. I don't know if he will tolerate it much more."

"What do you mean?" George questioned.

There was a bit of silence. "I don't know if I'm going to live through this full moon."

"What do you mean?" George's voice was full of concern.

"I mean that this isn't my body, George. This other personality will destroy me."

Remus exhaled, shaking his head.

Sirius snagged Remus's hand and tugged him up the staircase. "We have to do something," he breathed with a scowl.

"Do what?" Remus hissed.

The witch rolled her eyes and dragged him into the nearest room. "Drop your pants," Sirius ordered.

Remus glowered and waved his hand. "No, this isn't going to happen, Pads. I'm not going to go against her wishes."

"You have a better idea? Unless you want to be me helping that little witch battle your wolfish self. I don't know if she'll live through the transformations, Moony," Sirius huffed.

"I do every month," Remus mumbled, but he couldn't meet the witch's gaze.

The witch poked his chest with a groan. "Listen, I know you don't want to. I know you think this is best, but it's not. She will implode because of his nature."

"If you do this, it changes things, Pads," Remus whispered.

"Do you care about her? Would you do this for her even against her wishes?"

Remus glanced at the witch and exhaled. "I would do anything."

"But this?" Sirius asked.

The animagus walked toward the witch and touched the soft cheek her Hermione's body. "Yes, if it will save her from despair."

"Do you know why she's having such problems?" Sirius whispered.

Remus nodded and exhaled. "Yes, I do."

"Will you tell me before we do this?"

Remus shook his head but leaned to the witch, kissing her forehead. "Don't you worry about that, Pads."

The witch grimaced but assisted the werewolf to the mattress. "Alright, Moony. Let's get this over with."


Hermione fell asleep sometime in the early morning. She had just settled the biting and patting wolf to a dull roar, but when she woke up, she didn't feel his presence any longer. That startled her. Sitting up, she glanced at her hands, noting the slender dainty fingers of her body.

Jumping out of bed, she glanced around, noting Sirius's bedroom. How? It was four days after the last one. Maybe it was timing?

Her skin felt fabulous and soft. Sirius… what an odd creature. Hermione raced from the room and nearly tripped as she approached the place that she knew Remus was staying. Opening the door, she launched herself on the bed next to the animagus and pushed him. "Sirius! Sirius!"

The animagus groaned and scowled with one eye open. "Hermione?"

"We're back," she declared.

He groaned and buried his face. "No, we're not."

"Remus?"

The animagus groaned. "Yes."

Hermione blinked. This hadn't happened to them before. "How what happened?"

"Crawl into bed, it's cold," he mumbled and tugged the blankets.

She shifted into the blankets and maneuvered closer to the animagus. "You're just not used to having cooler temperatures," Hermione teased and touched his chest.

Remus grumbled and tugged the witch closer. "You're right. Are you happy?"

Hermione frowned at him. "I was hoping that you both were yourselves."

"Why don't you go wake him up so we all can have a chat?"

The witch exhaled and rocked her head before kissing his cheek. "Alright, I'll be right back."

Hermione crawled out from the sheets and fixed the shorts she was wearing. Her feet were chilled as she walked through the house, but it was relieving in a way. She missed feeling more than miserable about being awake. Her understanding of the werewolf seemed to only grow through these experiences. All of the long nights of reading a book nearly alone. The sleeping. The measures he went to avoid crowds and different scents.

When knocking on the door, she didn't hear any stirring behind the master bedroom door. Hermione went inside and noted the crumpled body that she resided in just last night. It pained her to see it in such a way. Hermione crawled onto the mattress, and bearly touched the werewolf when he jerked.

It startled her and caused her heart to race as his eyes caressed her. The werewolf sat up and smelt the air. Golden eyes traced her form, and she realized just how wrong she was for thinking this was a safe venture. Her stomach churned, and words fell dry on her tongue.

It was an attack. The massive werewolf's body pressed her to the bed, and she screamed as he bit into her neck. Shorts were being tugged from her flailing legs. Her shirt was ripped with a loud announcement. There was no reason for such a mauling… aside from the invasive way, the lupine personality took to her these last few days.

What a day for Remus to not have control of his own body. Bugger.