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It seems like my muse likes me this week, because I've been able to properly write two Dalliance chapters and start another one. Chapter 18 has been immensely fun to write...but the ending is going to make me cry and I simply know you are all going to yell at me.

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White noise is buzzing in his ears, but through it he hears a vicious snarl. "When I find Mundungus Fletcher I can going to wring his neck." Hermione. Remus can recognise her voice in an instant now.

"I agree," Remus hears. Mum. "Though I personally vote we castrate him so he can't reproduce and poison the gene pool any further."

"I-wait, you know about genes?"

"I found a Muggle biology book several years ago and I found it riveting so I got a few more. Science is terribly fascinating."

"I'd love to talk to you about it sometime...anyway, back to the original point, what are we going to do about Fletcher?"

Remus's hearing is returning but he doesn't have the energy to pry open his eyes as of yet, especially since his head feels like it's splitting open.

"He gave us a bad batch of Wolfsbane, the shifty bastard. I should have known better, but we were running low and Dumbledore said that Fletcher had come into some recently. Another thing to add to the growing list of things and reasons why Albus Dumbledore and I are going to cross wandstreams."

"I'm surprised Remus didn't collapse after the first dose, the potion's balance was horribly off with the amount of Wolfsbane that was in there, which of course made it toxic."

Remus finally manages to open his eyes, slowly, with the bright light flooding in from his window-the curtains are drawn and he can feel a light breeze from outside brushing across his skin-assaulting his corneas. He has to blink a few times before the blurry images in front of him come into focus.

Caramel and vanilla floats into his nostrils and he drinks it in deeply, the scent rejuvenating him slowly but surely.

"Remus!" Her voice is music to his ears, and by the time he fully focuses on his surroundings she's right by his side and her gentle hand is slipping into his rough one. She's like a soothing balm spreading across his haggard body.

"Love," Remus murmurs groggily, his throat feels rubbed raw and bruised. Beat. Beat. Beat. Her pulse jumps at the term of endearment and it causes a small, weak smile to brush his lips.

Even feeling like he'd been dragged to hell and back he can still make her blush, and he counts that as a tiny victory, and he can only hope he doesn't look as shite as he feels.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione asks worriedly, and he then sees that everyone is gathered in his room. Even Regulus-the younger male looks uncertain about his place in all this and is standing apart from everyone else.

Mipsy is standing at the bottom of his bed, hands on her hips, looking as if she's trying to figure out a complex problem.

"Grand," Remus responds, but he can see that no one is buying it.

"Do you want the good news or the bad news first, Moony?" Lily asks, stepping around James and Sirius-who have unconsciously put themselves between Remus and everyone else, and he can only chalk it up to pack mentality.

"Might as well get the bad news out of the way...even though I think I can guess what it is," Remus sighs softly, he's a fairly intelligent chap and from what he heard of Dorea and Hermione's conversation he is almost certain he knows what Lily is about to say.

"Since you didn't take the proper doses…" Lily trails off, biting her lip.

"I'll become a mindless monster, fantastic. The wards probably need to be checked so we can ensure that I can't get in the house," Remus says bitterly, sitting up abruptly, ignoring the dizziness and the horrible way his gut twists. Hermione's hand moves to rest firmly on his upper back in between his shoulder blades. His eyes are unfocused and he can't see straight, so even though he desperately wishes to thank her, he can't.

"We'll be with you Moony, like always," James says then, and Remus turns his head in the direction of his voice, even though his best mate is a blur surrounded by almost blinding light. Bright, multicoloured spots are dancing in front of his eyes.

"Yes, we will," Lily says. Grasping James's hand as he moved to stand beside her.

It's amazing to him to think that in two weeks Lily is going to be Missus Lily Potter; they decided that they didn't want to make too much of a fuss and that they wanted to get married as soon as possible-with the war and all.

Dorea and Hermione were in charge of helping Lily plan the wedding, and they had been doing a bang up job of it so far as far as he could tell. They'd figured out floral arrangements, catering, guests along with a myriad of other things. The main thing they needed to do now was find a wedding dress for Lily and bridesmaids dresses. They were also all discussing how Harry, Ron and Hermione were going to attend. Harry and Ron would of course stick out like a sore thumb and cause an uproar of questions, they would be able to get away with saying Hermione is one of Lily's friends or relatives.

Remus's vision stabilizes and he can see everyone properly again, and then he does something impulsive, he doesn't think about it too much, he just does it. He leans into Hermione's side and then her hand wraps around his shoulder and he sighs softly. She feels fucking amazing, his forehead is resting against her ribs and his cheek is against her hip. There's a small urge to turn his head and sink his teeth into her hip, but he ignores it because he's exhausted.

"Wait, you're an animagus?" Harry asks Lily, his mouth agape.

"Yes, course. Was the other Lily not?"

"Not as far as we know," Harry responds instantly, brow puckered, crossing his arms over his chest as looks down as his feet in deep thought.

"We started the process ourselves...but it we only got to partial transformation," Ron adds, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against the wall.

"Really? What are your forms?" Sirius asks, genuinely curious.

Harry pauses, his eyes flickering with something Remus can't quite discern. He swallows thickly and then says, "a Stag."

There's a silence that seems to press down on all of them, and then Ron slices right through it when he grunts out begrudgingly, "a Pointer...Pointer dog."

"The gun dogs?" Remus clears his throat before asking.

"Yes, Hermione informed me in depth what the breed is used for," Ron grumbles.

"Cute," Sirius smirks.

"Shut up, Black...wait till you hear Mione's. You're going to love it," Ron smirks smugly then, all of his irritability vanishing away like a shroud had been lifted. Ron's blue eyes twinkle as he catches Hermione's eye, and Remus can't help but note the exchange.

"What's your form, dear?" Dorea asks. Remus had almost forgotten Charlus and her were in the room, they had moved to the foot of his bed, on his right.

"A wolf," Hermione says, sticking her chin high in the air.

"You're shitting me," Sirius laughs in disbelief, clapping his hands together once, and then rubbing them together briefly.

"No. Sirius Orion Black. I am not shitting you," Hermione snarls. Of course she's a wolf, Remus laughs a little cynically to himself. Of course.

If there weren't other people in the room he would pull her onto the bed with him and just hold her. That's all he wanted to do right now. To hold her and to sleep. Godric is he exhausted.

"That's fucking amazing," Sirius grins madly, grey eyes practically glowing.

Remus decides to put them all back on track, and he sighs before asking, "what was the good news?"

"Pardon?" James asks, frowning.

"The good news," Remus repeats, his throat dry and his tongue feels as heavy as a slab of lead.

"Oh!" Ron exclaims, "good news is we get to get rid of Fletcher. He always was a sodding prick."