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When Hermione woke up the next morning, there was no sign of Remus, not even a hint of warmth on his side of the bed. Standing, she looked over her appearance in the small mirror, before venturing out into the main hall.

When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she stopped one of the women who appeared to work in the great house. "Excuse me, but where is the Jarl?" she asked, politely.

The woman, who bore a striking resemblance to Hannah Abbott, gave her a knowing smile. "I'm sorry, Princess," the woman answered. "I'm not sure where he's gone, only that he left very early this morning with Sirius."

Hermione huffed a little bit and decided to return to the room that she had been confined to, throwing herself on the bed. Honestly, she was just so frustrated with Remus and his avoidance! Didn't he realize that it was undeniably his fault that they had ended up in the book together? Or that avoiding her was doing absolutely nothing to get them back out?

He was acting like she had purposefully trapped him in the book.

If she was being honest with herself though, Hermione was incredibly happy to be trapped here with him. She would not have picked any other wizard over Remus to go through this, even if it meant that she might have to let him in on the little crush that had been simmering over the years. The book was giving her much more than she knew that she wanted. She had no idea how well Remus would fit the role of the viking Jarl. He looked better than she'd imagined in her frequent fantasies, with his tall stature and lean muscle. Merlin, she didn't think she'd ever be able to forget how he'd looked bathing in the stream - skin tan and gleaming with water.

But, why did he have to act like it was some terrible hardship to be here with her? At first, she had thought that it might be that he just wasn't that interested in her. That he didn't enjoy their long conversations or hadn't felt the sexual tension that had been building between them whenever they were alone. Or worse - that he did know, but he didn't actually like her or her body. He would have to be dead not to feel the sexual tension building between them!

And apparently she had been right.

After hearing his conversation with Sirius the night prior, though, she knew that it was the complete opposite. Despite determining that he was not good enough for her, Remus still wanted her - badly. Enough that the thought of only having her once was not going to be enough.

It would be up to her to show him that they had the makings of a great relationship. They didn't need to stop after a one night stand. After all, it wasn't only the physical attraction that was brewing between them. She liked Remus's mind as well. He stimulated her thinking more than anyone else, the depth and breadth of his knowledge assuring that they were never bored.

She squeezed her legs together tightly, trying to rid her body of the tension that was slowly building in her center. Sitting up, she decided that she was just going to have to do something to clear her mind of the moody werewolf. If he was allowed to go off roaming with Sirius, certainly she was as well. She remembered seeing a berry bush on the way to the stream, so she decided that she would go out and pick them, even if she wouldn't be able to taste them.

Cornering one of the side characters, she managed to locate a small basket before leaving the large house without much protest from anyone. As she walked through the pleasant afternoon sunshine, she was leisurely retracing her steps to the large bramble that she had seen before just outside the city walls. When she got there, she realized that they were raspberries - a favorite of hers - and she began to pick them, humming happily to herself. She couldn't resist popping a few in her mouth, only to be disappointed to remember that food served no purpose here.

Though she tried not to think about Remus, she found that she had little else to think about. And, she knew that he would occupy her mind until they managed to get out of the book together, which of course meant fulfilling the plot. Which meant that they were going to have to sleep together, the prospect of which intrigued both of them privately.

Only, Remus was certain that she wouldn't want to.

So, Hermione decided, she was just going to have to show him how much she wanted him. Biting her lower lip to keep from smiling, she decided that she was just going to have to seduce him. She would find a way to convince him to give her a chance once they got out of the book. Because, just as he'd said the night before, she didn't want this to be a one time thing.

Although she wasn't a virgin, she'd only had sex with one person before, which left her feeling a bit off balance. She wasn't really sure of the best way to entice Remus. Maybe honesty was the best policy? But, that was risky and Hermione didn't really want to get her feelings hurt. No, it would be better to try to take advantage of his obvious attraction for her and then once he'd had a taste, surely he would hear reason and agree to go for a date in the real world.

While she was trying to determine the best way to bring up the topic with the werewolf companion, Hermione was completely lost in thought. She didn't notice the man that was creeping up behind her until it was too late.

"All alone?" the male voice cut through the stillness of the clearing.

Hermione whirled around to come face to face with the intruder, feeling as if she had ice water in her veins. She was surprised to recognize the man as none other than Peter Pettigrew. Of course, it shouldn't have been a surprise since the book was clearly populating the side characters with people from their lives.

"No, Jarl Remus is around," she said, insistently, her eyes darting nervously towards the city gate. The distance that once seemed so minimal now felt like an insurmountable chasm. "He's just around the clearing."

Pettigrew gave her a smile, showing off his rotten teeth - something that had haunted her nightmares since she was a Third Year and he'd tried to touch her in the Shrieking Shack. He was dirty and unkempt, just like he was in the real world, only he was wearing some sort of leather vest that resembled fish scales. "I don't think so," he said, sounding quite pleased with himself. "I think that Remus left you all alone to go riding with Sirius. That means that you will be alone for hours."

"You are mistaken," Hermione lied, wondering how he knew the truth.

He rubbed his hands together, reminding Hermione of the rat that he was. "Luckily for you, you have me to keep you company."

Hermione backed up, desperate to put some space between her and the man. He was quickly closing the gap between them, advancing on her like a predator. Merlin, Hermione wished she had her wand or something to defend herself with.

"I'd prefer it if you left, immediately," she told him with a firm voice, praying that he would take her request seriously.

"Why would Remus leave his new woman all alone, in an unfamiliar place, I wonder? Someone just might snatch you up, right out from under his nose," he teased. Finally, he was upon her, grabbing her around the middle, pinning her arms at her sides.

She struggled against him furiously, but was unable to break free of his grip. "Let me go!" she shouted.

"Or maybe he just does like you as much as you think he does," he continued, unknowingly twisting a knife. "But don't worry, Princess. I know just the person who will appreciate the prize that you are."

"I hope you don't mean you!" she spat out. Nervousness and fear struck her deep in her heart. Hermione didn't want to cry, but she could already feel tears prickling in her eyes. She wouldn't give up her struggle, kicking wildly against him. Eventually, she managed to land a kick on the top of his foot.

Shocked and in pain, Pettigrew released her, crying out in agony.

Taking advantage of her sudden freedom, Hermione began to run away as fast as she could, not looking back. If she could just reach the city walls, she knew that the people would keep her safe until Remus came back.

Unfortunately, he was faster than she was and managed to lunge at her, grabbing hold of her leg. She stumbled and fell. Hermione grabbed onto the raspberry brambles, unwilling to let go, even as he pulled her towards him. To her dismay, the bushes didn't hold and she was left with handfuls of dark pink mush. Tears fell down her cheeks now, realizing that she wasn't going to win this fight. Hermione decided to scream, hoping that someone - anyone - would hear and come to her aid.

"Please! Someone help me!" she begged, willing Remus to appear.

It was no use. Pettigrew pressed his hand over her mouth, silencing her screams into muffled noises that didn't carry past the clearing. He dragged her further and further away from the walled city, and Remus, in the direction of the forest.

Oh, how had she gotten herself in such a terrible mess? Would Remus be able to find her? She should have left a note or something telling him where she'd gotten off to.

Once Pettigrew got her to the forest and they were well hidden, she saw that he had a horse waiting. Oh, this was not good. How much distance would he be able to put between them and Remus before the werewolf even realized that they were gone? Grabbing some rope from his bags, Pettigrew tied her up, pressing a cloth between her lips. Then he lifted her up on the top of the horse, before climbing up behind her. Giving her a grin, he let his hands wander down to the curve of her hips.

Hermione bucked away from his touch. "Don't touch me!" she tried to order, only to find that her words were too muffled by the gag to be effective.

She hated the feeling of his hands on her body. He made her feel slimy and disgusting. She absolutely did not want to go anywhere with him, but here she was completely helpless to do anything but watch the scenery change as the horse galloped away. It wasn't long until the city was completely out of her view and nothing looked familiar anyway. Even if she was able to get free and run away somehow, she knew that she wouldn't be able to find her way back.

Would Remus even want to look for her, she wondered? He clearly thought that she didn't want him, so what if thought that she'd gone off on her own to get out of the book? Merlin, she was more frustrated than ever that he'd been avoiding her like the plague!

Putting on a brave face, she decided that she had to have faith that he would come after her once he realized that she hadn't gone willingly. That instead, she'd been snatched.

The only issue was...how far away would she be when that happened?