Part Five: A Scar and A Memory
"I think he's gone mad! When is our due date?" She cried after an hour of organizing and trying to find a starting point.
"We have till September, love. Here are the objectives. First one is to transform. The second is background information. We're working on two members who have been taking care of finances. They are clever and hold much power at the ministry, once again. Jacques Bateaux of France and his partner Jean-Paul Navarre. We've been given their names and occupations; however, everything else is up to us to find. A criteria is listed for our report we must make. All of these papers are transfers that have been made in favor of the Dark. They are separated by categories: Drugs, gambling, sponsors, illegal artifacts etc."
"Bloody great. Is this considered a mini- project?" She asked.
"Indeed. Our major project will be given sometime before Christmas. Until then, this is where we begin. Dumbledore has given us their addresses and minor background details such as bloodline."
"I see. Well we each can swing one guy. I'll take," she said, "Jacques Bateaux. You can have the other one if you'd like."
"It's immaterial. I say we begin separating these files into the different people and then begin. We can they start scheduling some surreptitious observations."
"Sounds good to me; let's get to work."
Throughout the rest of the day, they worked on separating the files and trying to find a starting point. Apparently, these two criminals, who had started to propel the new league of Death Eater, were indeed very perceptive and dexterous in their work. Upon reading something, the light bulb in Hermione's head went off.
"Remus, I know where we can start!" She cried. Without waiting for a response she continued. "The last file which was from three weeks ago says that Jacques and Jean-Paul have been in attendance to a night club two Friday's in a row. It's called La Rue in Paris. I think we should check it out since it's a Friday," she said. Remus scanned through his paper and nodded after pointing it out.
"Says the same here. What time is it?"
"About seven. We could go and just be on the look out for them. Thankfully we have a picture here. We could come back, put it in the pensieve and deduce anything. "
"I can't believe I am going to a bloody night club," he said distastefully. He set his paper down, and with a quick swish of his wand, it was packed away. "You are going to have to help me dress," he warned.
"Of course. I can drop by home and hit up my laptop. I found the wizarding world online during Christmas last break. See what type of club it is, although I have a feeling it might be one of those modern ones. You know?"
"I see. Well stop home real quick and I'll clean up."
"All right, I'll be right back," she said. She kissed him hard on the lips before flooing home.
When she arrived, her parents were sitting down watching TV. Her mother greeted her warmly and hugged her tightly. Her father followed.
"How are you darling?" Her mother asked happily.
"I'm good mum, I'm good. I got a new assignment I am working with Remus on. Tonight we'll probably going out on recon," she said shrugging. Her parents looked impressed.
"Do you need to use the top?" Her mother asked knowingly. She nodded and her mum shooed her out to get to work. Hermione started her laptop and signed on the Internet. She typed in WW dot COM and began the clicking sequence to get in. After successfully entering the digital Wizarding World (made by muggleborns) she looked up La Rue. Immediately, it came up and she printed up ten pages of information, location, dress, and music. It was an extremely exotic club with a modern base. She smiled at the though of how Remus and her would dress. She logged off her top and grabbed appropriate clothes for the night. She then headed down the stairs with the information in hand.
"Find what you are looking for?" Her mum asked.
"Yes, thank goodness."
"Are you coming Sunday for dinner?" Her dad asked.
"Yes, would you like to re- meet Remus," she said slowly.
"Of course, he looks like such a nice young man!" Her mum exclaimed. Hermione shook her head giggling and bid her parents goodbye.
Upon her arrival, she found Remus downstairs chatting with Harry. He had apparently arrived, and Ginny was sitting down with Harry at the table. Hermione gracefully walked into the room. Harry got up and gave her a sisterly hug before Ginny did as well. She kissed Remus hello, which earned her catcalls from Harry and Ginny. She blushed and showed him the papers. He nodded and took her hand.
"Well it seems all the fun is now over. Must get to work. I'll chat with you later?" He asked Harry. He nodded friendly and they shook hands.
"Have fun Hermione. Work him hard!" He called out after them. When they climbed the stairs Hermione warned Remus.
"This earned you dinner with me at my parents Sunday." She sensed immediate nervousness and anxiety. "Not to worry love; it'll be fine. My mother thinks you're such a nice young man!" She mocked. He laughed and they walked into their room.
"Ok. Read over this and I'll get your evening's attire," she said smirking. He gulped and began reading about the club. She walked towards his clothes and picked out a pair of jeans and a nice button down shirt. She flared the jeans out and made them a little baggier. The nice button down shirt turned into a stylish one with a slight shimmer to it. She picked out nice dressy shoes and turned them into clubbing ones. She got changed into her outfit and did her hair. When she walked back into the room, she held Remus's clothes out to his shocked face.
"Wow Mia. You look…exactly what the club is. I'm speechless," he said. She wore tight flared jeans with rips on the knees and tiny tears here and there. She had a red glistening halter top on that accented her breasts and figure. She wore high heel sandals that raised her height closer to Remus's. The most exaggerated thing was her hair and makeup. Her hair was straight and the ends were highlighted. The colors went from chestnut to bright red tips. Her makeup was even more noticeable. Her eyelids were covered in reddish pink eye shadow that nearly reached her hairline at the sides. The ends of the liner flipped upward showing off her beautiful amber eyes. She had light pink lip-gloss on and a golden chain around her neck.
"Very Gryffindor eh?" She asked. He smiled and nodded appreciatively. She was on fire!
"Get dressed in these and I'll be doing your hair," she said motioning to the bathroom.
"What are you going to do with my hair?" He asked uncertainly.
"You'll see. Go dress."
"Yes mum," he replied sarcastically. She stuck her tongue out and waited until he came out. When he did, he sat down and waited for his hair to be done. She knelt in front of him between his legs and fixed his shirt by undoing the first three buttons. "What are you doing?"
"Unbuttoning your shit. You're sexy so show it. Let's see this hair," she said prodding with her wand. She closed her eyes and swished her wand to transform his hair. It was successful and she held up a mirror for him.
"Bloody hell. Dumbledore better be happy with all of this," he muttered. She turned his hair into spikes with golden tips. Her eyes flashed as she looked over him happily.
"Cheer up. I am happy because you are darn right handsome," she said sheepishly. He smiled and kissed her lips lightly. They locked their door and walked out of Grimauld Place.
"Ready?"
"Sure. Here are the coordinates for Paris. From there we'll take a cab to the other apparation point. If we directly apparate to the club, we'll splinch from to many people apparating at the same place. It's safer this way," she said. "48 degrees North and 2 degrees East."
He wrapped his arms around her and together they apparated in the center of Paris. She immediately knew where she was and directed them towards the club.
"Do you know French?" He whispered. She nodded and pulled him into an alleyway.
"Cast a translating charm. I know French, but I haven't spoken in a long time. So I'm doing the same." They casted their charms without any people watching and continued to walk towards the club hand in hand.
"You know your way well around here," he said as she politely greeted someone passing by.
"Yea. I usually come here every summer for vacation. We have a home in Nice and here. My parents are French too, so sometimes we speak it at home, but usually not."
"Ah. I'm in love with a French girl?" He asked playfully.
"Quite," she said smiling. He laughed and they made a sharp turn down a street near the Seine. The night was beautiful and pretty soon they reached a tucked in part of Paris. They reached a disk on the wall near a building. Hermione stopped and drew her wand from her sleeve. Carefully, she tapped it correctly, and the wall disappeared.
"Welcome to the Wizarding World of France," she said happily. Remus smiled and together they walked through the archway.
The Wizarding World in France was the complete opposite of England's. Firstly, it was more retro and modernized. The buildings were more elegant, and all the pathways were uniformed in beautiful stone. This part of the Wizarding community gave off a beautiful aura, yet very delicate. England gave off a more casual and relaxed vibe. The wizards wore robes; however, they all seemed to have a common trend. The roads were lit with hovering lanterns. Remus clasped his hands in hers, and she smiled.
Hermione began to lead them through the community. A few turn later, and they were standing outside of La Rue. She pulled him to the side in the shadows.
"As far as a plan, we are only observing. If they are there, I might go up to them and start conversation. What is your name?" She asked him.
"I don't know, you're the French person here," he said thoughtfully.
"Ok, your name is Pierre," she said smiling.
"Joy. What's yours?" He asked.
"I've decided on Valerie. It means Fierce One in French," she said pleasantly. Remus kissed her softly and smiled.
"Brilliant. Is he going to scan us?" Remus asked.
"Nope. You see, that there is Claude. He is my neighbor's boyfriend, and he has set us up to get in. She still doesn't know he is a wizard," she said smiling.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Of course; let's go."
They walked hand in hand towards the entrance of the club. A large wizard by the name of Claude guarded the doors.
"J'ai trois fleurs dans un annuaire," she said. Claude immediately smiled and motioned for them to answer.
"I have three flowers in a phonebook?" Remus asked skeptically.
'Password for us to get in. He didn't know how we would be dressed," she said smiling. Remus nodded, and they entered the club together.
Upon entering, the immediate noise of the music hit their ears. They immediately lessened their hearing a bit so it was manageable. Hermione led Remus to a corner to relax for a bit. She sat on his lap with her legs thrown over one arm the chair. Remus put an arm around her waist as she leant into his ear.
"Anything?" She asked silently. He shook his head no and looked around. Hermione scanned the dance floor for any sign of them. It was clear of the two men they were looking for. They sat there silently for a few minutes until Hermione got up. "We better do something and be on the look out at the same time. Come and dance with me," she said smiling. Remus shrugged and followed her onto the dance floor. She wrapped his arms around her waist as she swayed her hips seductively. She heard him groan and she whispered for him to hear.
"Control Remus," she said happily. The other witches and wizards were dancing around them. Many were gossiping at the bar, while others were making out in darker areas. She could smell Remus's confusion so she began to guide him. The beat of the music pounded into their chest. She rolled her hips with the rhythm against his and he groaned. This process continued until she felt a nudge in her ribs. She slowly turned around and kissed him hard on the lips. He kissed her back equally with passion until they broke apart panting.
"The men of the hour are here," he whispered. She followed his gaze and saw Jacques Bateaux and Jean-Paul Navarre. They walked in and sat at an exclusive corner of the club chatting freely. They sat watching the crowd of witches and wizards dancing. Hermione led Remus to the bar and they bought their drinks.
"What can I get you Mademoiselle?" one bartender of three flirtatiously asked. He was a handsome man with dark brown hair and blue eyes. His hair was elegantly spiked and he was dressed in a tight polo shirt with dress pants. She glanced at Remus and noticed his jaw clenched. She jolted his knee and smiled at the other man.
"Can I please have…a Sangria on the rocks?" She asked sweetly. She saw the look of surprise on Remus's face and smiled.
"While of you can Mademoiselle!" He said and went to make her drink.
"Don't worry sweetheart. You are the only on I am madly in love with, ok? I might have to use my womanly charm to get the information we need. I'll always be yours," she whispered. He smiled at her and sighed
"Order separately so he thinks you're single. I'll be right here mind you and I'll be getting as much information as possible," he said.
"Of course love. Watch me work."
The man came back with her drink and leant over the bar to talk with her.
"So where are you from?" He asked her casually.
"Alsace. Now I travel around from here to England, to well anywhere," she said smiling. He smiled back and stirred her drink. "How about you?"
"Bordeaux, but now I have a flat here in good old Paris."
"Yes, its quite beautiful here."
"Indeed," he said. "I have never seen you here, is it your first time?"
"Yep. I've always loved Paris, both parts. I never came to this club though, and I just had to come," she said smiling. "Who owns this place anyway?"
"My brother Harvey actually. Ah, its come to my attention this man wants a drink. One moment," he said. He served Remus and came back to her.
"I don't think we have been introduced. My name is Valerie Rose," she said sticking her hand out. He grabbed and flattened it before he planted a polite kiss on her knuckles.
"My name is Marlon DeSilvain, Miss Valerie Rose," he replied. She smiled and set her hand down to her drink. Ok. Harvey DeSilvain owns La Rue. Brother is bartender named Marlon. Remus asked for another drink, which was more complicated to make. Once Marlon was gone, she gave Remus her hand, which in turn he transfigured the napkin into a tube. He grabbed his wand and ran it over her hand picking up the saliva deposits. He placed it into the tube and sealed it. Hermione transfigured her napkin into a pen, and wrote MD on top of it. He smiled and pocketed in time for his drink. Marlon handed Remus his drink and a man two tables down his. He came back and continued their conversation.
"So what does your brother do?" She asked innocently.
"Besides own this place? He's into business basically. He holds shares all over the country in real estate. Do you see those two gentleman sitting over there?" He asked as he pointed to their suspects.
"Yes."
"Those are both his close friends and business. Unfortunately, its not any good business, but it brings in the most money," he said sighing.
"What do you mean not any good business?" She said leaning over closer to him.
"They are into the illegal trade. You know? There main focus is the Dark Arts and anything to do with them. The more minor things compared to that would be gambling and some drugs. They don't take part in the drugs though; they're too smart for that. I've heard rumors that those two men are refinancing the dark," he said shuddering.
"What is your perspective on that?" She asked timidly.
"It's nonsense. I mean, why bother start more trouble? We can't all go about our merry lives without worrying about being killed. My brother makes the connections like connecting the dots. He finds the dots for them and some connections, while they do the dirty work. He never says anything though. Our mother would simply kill him," he said rolling his eyes. This guy isn't too bad; rather he is clean and innocent. A good information provider though.
"So are you also friendly with those two gentlemen?" She asked.
"Hardly. A somewhat acquaintance if you will. The one to your left is Monsieur Jean-Paul Navarre. His accompany is Monsieur Jacques Bateaux. Both live in Paris in the expensive sections. They have numerous flats in Paris and châteaux on the Riviera. Both are single and are not relationship people from what I can see. They use their charm and wits to get what the need. They protect their own; however, when a traitor is in the midst, they won't live another day."
"Talk about an acquaintance!" She said.
"All you have to do is keep giving them some alcohol and then voila! They are open to anything," he said smiling. He glanced at his watch and his brows rose.
"What is it?" She asked.
"My brother should be arriving soon. May I introduce you to him?" He asked.
"Oh that would be lovely. It looks like that man wants another drink; I'll leave you to your work. I'm gonna hit the dance floor up," she said politely.
"Ok," he said and walked away. Hermione got off the chair and grabbed Remus along with him. They walked to a couch and set a privacy bubble around them.
"That was brilliant!" He exclaimed kissing her on the lips.
"What can I say? Except mum always said I could have been an actress," she said blushing.
"If you meet the brother who may introduce you to them, all you have to do is pluck a hair from they each. Then we've got DNA," he said smiling. Hermione nodded and kissed him back.
"You haven't gotten much attention tonight, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you though," she said sadly.
"If it's for the better of the world, then it can wait. Looks like Monsieur DeSilvain is coming," he said. He separated between them and took the seat away from her. She sat there twirling her hair like she had been doing it the whole time.
"He's just arrived and I'm on break now. When he arrives, he always gives me break so we can catch up. Will you be coming here again?" He asked as she followed him to the brother.
"Of course!" She exclaimed. He smiled and led her to an entranceway. She took note of where he tapped it. She was led into a secluded hall where an office was at the end. He knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" A male voice asked.
"It's me, Marlon," he said.
"Ah, dear brother do come in. Oh, it's the beautiful Mademoiselle Rose!" He said standing up. She might have though Marlon to be cute. Harvey was gorgeous! Not like her Remus though, no, but he was not too shabby! He had the same dark brown hair with bright blue eyes. His hair was not spiked, but elegantly parted. He wore a suit with a flashy gold watch. She feigned a blush and greeted him politely.
"Bonjour," she said sweetly.
"Salut! The informalities are not needed. It is a pleasure to meet such a beautiful young lady like yourself. My name is Harvey," he said kissing each of her cheeks.
"And I am Valerie," Hermione replied.
"Fierce One, eh?" He said chuckling. She laughed along with him (just to humor him of course)."So what do you do for a living?"
"Ah, your dear brother has never asked me either," she said her eyes twinkling. "I am a journalist and traveler. The world is fascinating to me."
"Indeed it is. What type of things do you write about?" He asked.
"All different things. I have a column, which is more like five pages in a few magazines. I have been writing one on clubs around the world, and I was wondering, with your permission, if I may right about yours?"
"Of course, that would be brilliant!" Harvey exclaimed.
"Oh thank you! I didn't want to intrude, but when Marlon here asked me if I would like to meet you I could not pass it up!" She said excitedly. God men were so stupid when it came to a woman.
"Not a problem. Would you like to meet our financers?" He asked. JACKPOT.
"Sure, as long as it is not a problem," she said smiling.
"Of course not!" Harvey said. He and Marlon led her towards the two criminals. They went back into the club. Bateaux and Navarre were sitting there with martinis spread across a table laughing hysterically about something that funny, although intoxication could play a big part.
"Monsieur Bateaux and Monsieur Navarre," he introduced. The two stopped laughing and stood as they adjusted their suits.
"Harvey my good man," Bateaux said. She smelt the air and found his scent. Bingo, there's one. "How are you?"
"Pretty swell Jacques. And you Jean-Paul?"
"You could not have said it better. Who do we have here?" He asked looking towards Hermione.
"This is Mademoiselle Valerie Rose. She is a journalist and traveler and is currently writing about nightclubs. I am allowing her to write about La Rue, and since you are providers, she would like to promote you both as well."
"That is excellent," Jacques said. She smiled and they kissed her hand.
"Well Valerie. We are afraid we have business to attend to. It was pleasant meeting you come back, do stop by my office," he said suggestively. She smiled seductively at them all and nodded.
"Will do sir, goodnight," she said and walked away. As she walked away she heard him say, "God she is hot; I'd love to tap that."
She shook her head and went to go find Remus. She found him in a corner nearly sleeping.
"Remus my love I've got more DNA. My right your left is Bateaux. My left your right is Navarre," she said nudging him. His head popped up and he smiled. He took the samples off her cheeks and stood up. "Just a little more love. We have to do some sneaking," she said. He nodded and they began to maneuver through the crowd. When they reached the entrance to the hallway, it was locked.
"Not a problem," she said. Hermione tapped it identically to where Marlon had and the click indicated it was open. She sensed a privacy ward, which Remus was able tot take down easily. They disillusioned themselves and crept inside. The voices were easily heard from the hall and they stopped to listen.
"How is the search going?" Harvey asked his companions.
"Fairly well. A few surviving veterans who are around are returning. Many of the past veterans' sons are coming back. Our numbers have increased to two hundred and thirteen. Elections are coming," Jacques said quietly.
"Indeed. We have tried locating young Malfoy; however, he has disappeared. We are uncertain if he is dead, in the muggle world, or worse," Jean-Paul said.
"Worse?" Harvey asked.
"With Dumbledore," he said full of hatred. The men sat silently contemplating the suggestion. "We must continue the search. Otherwise, all is a go."
"A go?" Jacques asked.
"The reunion is in three months. Don't you remember Jacques? Its at the old cemetery," he said sighing.
"Ah yes. Onto another happy note. What do you boys think of Mademoiselle Rose?" Harvey asked.
"Simply gorgeous."
"I second that."
"I third that."
"She really is very sophisticated. I think my dear Marlon has a crush on her too," Harvey said at last.
"Yeah…"
Hermione and Remus walked away and carefully placed back the wards and locked the door. They walked out of the club and left Wizarding Paris. Soon, they quietly retreated their steps until they reached their apparation point. With a soft pop, they both apparated back to Grimauld Place and up to the house. When they finally made it into their room they noticed it was 3AM. Remus stripped himself down to his boxers and left his clothes in a pile. Hermione threw hers on the pile as well after putting her pajamas on. They changed their appearances back, and set wards around their room. They climbed into bed together, completely exhausted.
"I love you Hermione," Remus whispered.
"I love you too Remus. Sweet dreams," she said before kissing him goodnight.
"Mr. Dowson? By the new degree of the Ministry of Magic, you are under arrest for lycanthropy. By the new degree of the Minister of Magic, your wife is under arrest for being a vampire. Your daughter will be receiving the Dementor's kiss for both charges."
"You bastard!" He shouted and with a wave of his wand, the messenger was no more. Kevin Dowson was certain Aurors would be flooding in any minute. He closed his eyes and disapparated away.
When he arrived, a wand was drawn between his eyes. It was quickly removed and his wife embraced him. Amy cried in his arms.
"Kevin, I was so worried. Amelia sensed it as well. It took me this whole time to just put her to rest. Are you ok? Oh my Merlin, what is it?" She asked him as they sat down in their second safe house. They were soon running out.
"Amy my love, it has happened. We are fugitives of the law. We were both being arrested and, and," he took a deep breath. "Amelia has a date with the Dementors. " Amy sobbed and he soon heard Amelia wake. He went over to the cradle and picked his bundle of joy up.
"Hello my precious. Daddy and Mummy are safe for now. As are you," he said snuggling against her warmth. Two arms wrapped around them and the threesome stood embracing and crying.
Hermione found herself bolt right up and sobbing. Her partner was also sitting up, and he rubbed small circles on her back. A lone candle was lit on the night table.
"All right Love?" He asked her. Hermione hiccupped and shook her head.
"It was horrible. Let me go get my journal, and I want you to read it. Please," she said. He nodded and she slowly climbed out of bed. She walked over to the dresser and pulled out the notebook she hid there. She wrote down everything that happened and then passed it to Remus. He silently read it, and every now and then his brows would rise. She had crawled back into bed and stared at the ceiling. He closed it quietly and placed it on the nightstand. He rolled over her and placed his arms between hers. He sighed with his eyes closed as he rested above her.
"What's wrong?" She asked him softly.
"That man's name was Kevin Dowson?" He asked quietly. She nodded and sighed. "I knew him."
"You what? How?" She asked surprised.
"Friend of the family, including Dumbledore. He and his wife Amy produced the first half werewolf and half vampire. At the time I was a very small boy, like five. I had not been bitten yet. He used to come over every Sunday night and discuss the weather or a new threat at the time of another war. The new minister of magic was a complete arse. He hated werewolves and vampires. They were deadly creatures that should have been extinct so their monster morals were not passed down. Kevin's best friend blackmailed him once Kevin was bitten along with his wife on a raid. They had survived and his best friend helped them recuperate. He had; however, held that information. Kevin was an Auror and his wife, an Unspeakable. Kevin and his best friend were fighting for a position to be promoted. Kevin undoubtedly deserved it, but no. His best friend turned him and his wife in to the Minister as a tip. Soon, the minister went on a rage and all degrees were passed out. No sooner had that happened, Amy found out she was pregnant. No one knew about that information. My parents had found out his best friend sold them both out and told him at once. They helped the Dowsons with shelter and safe houses all over the world. The last dream here is at the second safe house. He killed the messenger and went to it. I remember the story like it was yesterday. I'm not going to tell you what happens at the end, for it may ruin your nightmares and their effects. You must let them run their course. I am utterly shocked to find him still alive."
Remus sighed heavily against and looked back at her. His eyes were so soft and his hair was in a sleepy yet cute disaster. She pulled him down to her chest and let him rest his head there. She ran her hands through his soft hair as he calmed himself down. She kissed his forehead every now and then.
"It'll be ok Remus, I promise. We can fix everything," she whispered.
"We are going to be doing a lot of fixing this end of the year my love. We must stay strong and live."
"I know, I know. I just wish it would all stop."
"As do I," he whispered. He kissed her collarbone softly and rested his head back on her chest. "How is your shoulder?" He asked a few minutes later.
"Nothing but a scar and a memory. A scar and a memory," she whispered. He nodded and snuggled some more.
"It's always but a scar and a memory. They always come hand in hand. A scar from a scratch on your right cheek. How did you get that? Oh, my little sister gave it to me when she was but a year old. People's hearts are scratched and sloppily mended. The memory? A beloved was swept off their feet and to never return. I just wish some days there were no scars, no reminders. The memories, we cannot seem to forget. But when you have finally succeeded in tucking in the deepest and darkest corner of your mind, you look at the scar. It all comes back to you then, and it takes over you."
Hermione was almost in tears. Remus was definitely a deep person. Alas, so was she.
"And when it takes over you, you become so overwhelmed, and you become dizzy. You're trapped inside yourself and there is no escape. The only escape would leave you another scar and a memory to hold. One way or another, it is always a scar and a memory. I wish I didn't have to have these nightmares where I feel like I have no choice but to witness events. But it's someone's memory. There scar. Something that has deeply hit them hard. It's like a lesson to be learned and deflected or detoured away from. If I had not witnessed it, would we have known he was living? Would we have been able to deduce if our present leaders were racists against werewolves and vampires. No! And if a hellish sleep keeps me up or startles me for a few nights and I am able to prevent something, then I shall deal with it. But my love, I also agree with you. I wish some days you and I could just leave every scar and horrid memory here and fly away, fly away to some place so golden and innocent.A place where our children could run free and not worry about a Dark Wizard plucking them to destroy our lives. There is no way we can fly away Remus. We are left only two options. To fight for what we believe in, or to run away like cowards. I have one scar that is both good and bad. It is this very one on my shoulder that Mr. Dowson gave me. Yes, had I not been bitten, we wouldn't know if Dowson was alive. But if I hadn't been bitten, would we have fallen in love?"
Remus lied there puzzled and looked at her.
"Yes. Well maybe…No probably not," he said defeated.
"I would have taken millions more of these scars if it meant falling in love with you Remus. Right after I found…Ron, I snapped. I literally was about to kill him, and then Snape. I was planning on isolating myself. But you stopped me from that; you showed me another path. This is the only example how I could love such a scar and memory. If you had not gotten bitten, we would not be lying in bed talking about our scars. When I think of you, I get overwhelmed and dizzy. I thank the Gods I was bitten so I could just lie here in your arms. I don't try to tuck this memory in the deepest and darkest corner of my mind, no. I keep it with me all the time. Every morning I wake up, I look at you, and I think 'Thank you Mr. Dowson for infecting me with lycanthropy.'"
Remus looked up at her with tears in his eyes. He embraced her tightly as they clung to each other. He turned to her and wiped her tears away.
"That was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to or about me. Gods Hermione. I know this may sound absurd, but I am probably even happier I was bitten. I mean, I get so overwhelmed when I just kiss you the slightest bit, I feel more tension and then a tidal wave of release. I love you so much," he whispered.
"I love you to My Remus," she said. "Make love to me." He snuggled his head into the crooks of her neck. His head lightly nudged her chin and he moved up to kiss her. His hands went behind her head and lost themselves in her curls. She wrapped her arms around his waist and brought him closer. His tongue dipped into her mouth as he rubbed against her. She growled lowly. His one hand moved from her hair to trail down her body.
Her body arched and he then groaned. His last hand went down to her breasts. Hermione gasped and began grazing his forearms. She felt his hardened member against her leg and moaned.
He slipped his finger inside of her and she moaned quietly.
"Let it out my love, I am the only one who will hear you," he whispered huskily. She nodded as he slipped another finger in, and she moaned louder. "Mhmm," he hummed as he started to slip in and out. A third finger began rolling the tiny nub in gentle circles.
"I l-love you s-so much R-Remus," she said trembling. The tightening in her stomach began approaching as she was going to orgasm. "Oh Remus!" She cried as she came. She pushed him off and straddled him below his member.
"You don't," he began but she silenced him.
"Let me show my appreciation for you my love," she whispered. She grabbed him in her hand and watched in fascination as his eyes burned amber with desire. His hands grabbed the sheets at either side of him and he groaned.
"Let it out my love, I am the only one who will hear you," she whispered. He grinned in between pleasure and then growled very loud. She began to stroke him up and down gently. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he arched into her chest. Just when he was about to come, she stopped. He caught his breath and then pulled her underneath him.
"You didn't have to," he whispered as he made her comfortable.
"But I wanted to, my ohhhh," she moaned. He had slipped himself inside of her and she gasped. She grabbed someone's wand and pointed it at her womb.
"Safety first," he said deeply. She smiled and then moaned as he thrusted tenderly into her. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer.
"Better," she whimpered. He kissed her softly as he rocked them affectionately while holding back. She loved the soft tempo he was taking. It was like a beautiful slow dance. She kissed his neck and sucked softly drawing the blood closer to the surface. It left the desirable purplish hickey clearly visible. He groaned and kissed along her own face leaving her an identical bite.
"So soft," he said biting her ear. She moaned and nodded her head in agreement.
"So nice," she whispered. The tightening in her stomach began again and she clutched his shoulders.
"Remus…" she moaned loudly. She looked up into his eyes and they locked. She kept her eyes on him as she orgasmed and something clicked. Their minds connected and they were able to see and feel everything they and the other person felt. Remus then came, and they both began to catch their breaths. Slowly, they went back to their own minds. He still rested inside of her. She kissed him lightly on the lips, and he pulled out again. He continued to hover over her, and she looked up.
"That was…indescribable," he whispered.
"I second that," she murmured.
"Why did we-"
"I have no idea," she answered. "It was nice though."
"Indeed. Merlin I don't believe it," he said.
"What?"
"It's just before sunrise. We've only slept three and a half hours. I didn't know we had it in us. Let's sleep my love," he said yawning. She nodded and wrapped herself in her lover's arms. She was given a break and had a dreamless sleep.
Around 3PM, Hermione's eyes fluttered open against Remus's chest. The sun was shining brightly and the birds chirped merrily. She looked over to Remus to find him awake as well, staring down at her. He kissed her softly and smiled.
"It's 3 in the afternoon," she said giggling. His smile widened. An owl flew in joyously and landed on the perch hooting with a letter attached. Remus got up and handed it to Hermione.
"For you Mademoiselle," he said jokingly. She stuck her tongue out at him and read the owl.
Dear Miss Granger,
If you are ready, you may move into your apartment early. I know you would have been moving in a few days later than today, but I felt it was ok to tell you early for an early start. Charges will not start until our discussed date.
Marvin Repose
LANDLORD
"Remus!" She shrieked happily.
"What's the matter?" He asked nervously.
"I can move in early! Yay!" She shouted like a schoolgirl. Remus watched amused as she clapped her hands. "First we should get everything from last night in order and recorded. Then, I am going home to get all my things ready to move in tomorrow. Oh wait! Is that ok?" She asked blushing.
"Of course, whatever you like," he said smiling. "Go on and take a shower and I am going to set everything up."
"Ok, thanks love," she said kissing his cheek and running into the bathroom.
Remus set up everything on another desk he transfigured. He sorted the contents of their clothes and organized it just in time for Hermione. She walked in and groaned at all the work they had.
"Skippy," she said. They set to work for a two hours until everything was settled. Their memories of the previous night and beginning of the morning were placed in two separate pensieves. The DNA samples were carefully organized on shelves nearby. Hermione and Remus sighed as they finish.
"Its six. Why don't you go home to catch up with the parents," he said thoughtfully.
"Trying to kick me out are you?"
"Never."
"Good idea though. I'll see you later," she said before kissing him goodbye. She flooed home and found her parents cleaning dinner up.
"Hi sweetie!" Her mum shouted and hugged her tightly. Her father followed suit and they sat at the table. "Hungry?"
"No, I'm good thanks. I am starting to move tomorrow," she said cautiously.
"Really?" Her mother squeaked.
"Why so soon," her father asked.
"Well, my landlord said it was a go to move in early. I want to get in as settled as possible until my transformation," she said quietly.
"That's smart," her father said in agreement. Her mother nodded reluctantly.
"Remus will probably here tomorrow to help me. Is that ok?"
"Of course. We have off tomorrow so we can help too. Are you living in a wizarding complex?" Her mum asked.
"Yes, so we can floo in all the stuff," Hermione said. After chatting with her parents for a little while, she went upstairs and re-organized all of her belongings. After waiting till her parents were asleep, she walked downstairs and locked the floo from everywhere except Grimauld and Dumbledore's office. She strengthened the wards she had put up and then crept back to bed. She crawled in with her plaid pajama pants and black tank. She stared out of the window and sighed.
God she would miss this place. She missed him more though.
A/N: I ALWAYS APOLOGIZE FOR THE LONG UPDATE TIME RANGE, SO HERE IT IS. I AM SORRY!
I hope to really further this story. This is the same story as DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT. I felt the need for a change in the title.
All the conceptions of werewolves and vampires are from my own ideas. There are some influences, but that is immaterial. What I'd also like to state is THIS MIGHT NOT BE TRUE TO WHAT JK ROWLING HAS DOWN UNDER THESE TOPICS. I'm working with what I got….
MY IMAGINATION