Part Seven: Moon Gods and Goddesses
Hermione awoke in an embrace of a man. Not just any man, no. He was the man she loved. His face was sweaty, and his cheeks were flushed with fever. His hair was wild from their nightly escapades, and his breath was hot against her face. One arms was wrapped around her waist, while the other was over her shoulder. His outer leg was wrapped around her own two protectively. She sighed and kissed his chest affectionately. He barely stirred; however, a sloppy grin fell on his face. His arms subconsciously pulled her tighter to him. She carefully reached up and grabbed her wand on the headboard. She felt his head with the back of her hand and immediately diagnosed him with another fever.
To wake him, she kissed his hairless chest again. She noticed his response when his breathing changed to slower deep breaths.
"Remus," she whispered. His droopy eyes opened and he smiled before kissing her softly on the lips.
"Good morning," he said hoarsely.
"Good morning to you too my love. You have a fever again. I just wanted you to be awake so I can give you a headache reliever for the time being. When I go to Diagon Alley, I'm going to buy some potion ingredients for us. Close your eyes," she instructed. He did so again and she whispered the incantation. He smiled happily after some of the pain disappeared.
"Thank you," he said kissing her once more.
"Not a problem. Now forgive me for being bossy, but you're ill. I've made you my responsibility. So instead of sleeping in your lovely boxers, you need to put on some clothes to break the fever."
She got out of bed, although slightly dizzy with a low pounding in her skull, and grabbed some notebook paper. She transfigured a few sheets into warm pajama clothes for him to wear. He smiled at her with admiration, and she shrugged. Slowly, she crawled back onto her bed. She pulled the covers back, and he shivered. She helped him put his warm sweatpants on. Then, she slipped a long sleeve t-shirt and a big hoodie on. She was just fixing the hood, when her mum knocked on her door.
"Come in mum," she said. Her mother walked in, and her eyes darted from Remus to Hermione.
"How did you know it was me?" She asked.
"Wolf thing sorry. Remus here is burning up." Her mother walked over and placed a hand over his head and nodded.
"You better stay here Remus. Jean and I are working today so you will have the whole house to yourself. I better find you in bed when I return," she warned. He nodded respectfully.
"I hope I'm not a burden," he said quietly.
"Ah, of course not! You Monsieur are ill. We will not have you up and about. You just rest. Hermione, a word outside please?" Hermione nodded and squeezed Remus's hand before walking out with her mum.
"Je sais qu'il écoute maintenant, donc je parle le français. Je vous fie les deux. Le dire s'il a besoin de n'importe quoi il est permis de l'utiliser. Vous vous retournerez à la maison quand vous êtes fini ?" I know he is listening now, so I am speaking French. I trust you both. Tell him if he needs anything he is allowed to use it. Will you be returning home when you are finished?" Her mum said.
"Oui, je me retournerai. Merci pour tout vous nous avez donné Maman. Je vraiment soigne de lui." "Yes, I will return. Thank you for everything you have given us Maman. I really care about him." Hermione replied.
"De couler mon chérie. J'ai une sensation il est l'un vous savez." "Of course my darling. I have a feeling he is the one you know…" Her mum said smiling.
"Je peux espérer seulement Maman, je peux espérer seulement. Il doit penser que nous sommes étranges, non ?" "I can only hope Maman, I can only hope. He must be thinking we are strange, no?"
"Oui, mais cela est bien. Nous sommes français et nous sommes Grangers. Bien que je n'a pas d'idée quant à pourquoi notre dernier nom est Granger. Je crois que cela est la forme anglaise. Vous savez que mon dernier nom était Blanche." "Yes, but that is ok. We are French and we are Grangers. Although I have no idea as to why our last name is Granger. I do believe that is the English form. You know my last name was Blanche."
"Oui, je sais. Comment pensez-vous que le Papa se sent de ceci tout ?" "How do you think Papa feels about this all?"
"Qui soigne ? C'est votre vie. Remus est un homme agréable. Je pense qu'il peut être légèrement dérangé parce que Remus n'est pas français. Quel est Remus ? Juste anglais ?" "Who cares? It is your life. Remus is a nice man. I think he may be slightly upset because Remus is not French. What is Remus? Just English?" Her mum asked as they walked down the hall.
"Oui, c'est tout." Yes, that's all.
"Bien, je dois aller maintenant. Avoir un bon jour et envoyer Remus mes égards. Je vous aime et fait attention ma petite fille." "Well, I must be going now. Have a good day and send Remus my regards. I love you and be careful my little girl."
"Je vous aime aussi Maman. Avoir un bon jour au travail. Au revoir." I love you too Maman. Have a good day at work. Goodbye.
Her mum kissed both of her cheeks and then left for work. Hermione walked back to her room, where Remus was sitting up with a brow raised.
"What the hell was that? You two speak so fast!" He exclaimed. She smiled and crawled into bed with him.
"I'm sorry. It's called Female Grangers speaking French. My mum always said if she addresses me in French, I must speak with her in it. It's a type of rule in the house," she said shrugging.
"I heard my name in their for the .5 second it was pronounced," he said.
"Oh yes, my mum said she hopes you feel better," she said smiling. Remus relaxed and slowly slid down onto the mattress. She slid down with him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He ran his hands through her curls and sighed.
"This stinks," he said quietly. She nodded into his chest in agreement.
"What are you going to do today?" She asked.
"Sleep most likely. Do you need any help or anything?" He asked.
"Nah, I should be good. Thanks though," she said resting her forehead upon his. He kissed her softly on the lips until his head fell back on the pillows. She smiled and crawled out of bed before tucking him in. She kissed his forehead and then his lips.
"Where are you heading?" He asked her.
"I'm going to ring Ginny, get a time and place, take a shower, take some medicine, and be off." He nodded and she closed the shades and turned off all the lights. "Rest my love I'll be back."
She walked downstairs and picked up the telephone. She waited patiently until she heard her friend pick up.
"Morning!" Ginny nearly shouted into the speaker.
"Morning to you too. What are our plans?" Hermione asked as she hopped onto the counter.
"Well, I was thinking you could meet me at the Leaky Cauldron?" She asked.
"Sure, what time?"
"Is an hour ok?" Ginny asked.
"Sure, it's fine. I have to run to Gringotts before we even start shopping. I'll see you then?"
"See you then," Ginny said and they hung up.
Hermione flooed to her flat and grabbed some clothes. She then took a shower and some medicine very quietly. Remus was sound asleep and snoring lightly. She smiled as she got dressed. She wore a denim skort, (skirt + shorts) and a black Ramones shirt with a pair of Converse. She grabbed some bracelets and grabbed her wand. What if I woke up like this every morning for the rest of my life? She shook the thoughts away and tightened the wards on the house.
She entered the kitchen and wrote a note to her parents and Remus.
Mum + Dad
Went shopping with Ginny. Don't know when I'll be back if I survive )
Remus- Feel better baby. I love 3 you tons. )
She hung the marker back up and grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator. She then stepped into the fireplace.
"The Leaky Cauldron," she stated clearly and was whirled away.
She landed on her feet in the pub that connected the wizarding and muggle worlds. She walked out and greeted Tom the innkeeper before sitting down at an empty table. She uncapped her water bottle and rolled her eyes when she sensed…him.
"Why Miss Granger, such a pleasant surprise," drawled Professor Severus Snape. He sat down at her table and looked distastefully at her water.
"Can I help you sir?" She asked politely.
"Since I happen to be here, I was wondering if I am still going to be brewing you know what," she said quietly. She shrugged and looked at him closely. She felt sincerity and his strict guard that was up.
"Look Professor. I am truly sorry for my unfortunate outbursts I have thrown at you. It's just my life completely changed in a matter of hours. You and I both know we can successfully make the potion. I don't want to take any of your time up, nor do I want the fact that if you do make it thrown in my face. Remus and I would appreciate it if you did make the potion; however, if it is going to be blackmail, I might as well leave and go get my ingredients and some chains to keep us down. Even if you made the potion for July and August, it would be great. I start like everyone else in September, and I would make it myself if it trouble you," she finished. Take that. He sat there contemplating her proposal. She felt his confusion and respect for her.
"Well Miss Granger, it appears you have sold me. I must also apologize for the rather sarcastic comments I have made. I should have kept to myself under your time of despair. I will make you the potion regularly, and I will not hold it against you. I hope we can learn to…tolerate each other," he said softly. She smiled and stuck her hand out. He shook it politely.
"I'm Hermione Granger, Arithmancy Professor at Hogwarts. Pleased to meet you." She watched as Snape's brows furrowed. He slightly smiled and nodded his head.
"Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts. Pleased to meet you as well," he said. She
laughed and he got up.
"Very well Miss Granger. I'll leave you to your day. Come later on to the castle to pick up the potions," he said and began to leave.
"Professor?" She called out.
"Yes?"
"Would you happen to have any Fever Potions?" She asked.
"Who has the fever?" He countered.
"Remus and I. I'm running on some muggle medicine for now," she said. He nodded and felt her head. She was indeed hot; however, she was able to move around.
"What are you doing out? You should be in bed resting," he said sharply.
"I know, but you know me sir. I can't sit around for too long. I need to go shopping for my new flat anyway." He nodded satisfied with her response.
"I have some that you can have. Remind me though," he said.
"Ok, thank you! Have a good day."
"You too Miss Granger," he said and departed. A minute later, thankfully, she saw a flash of vibrant red hair.
"Hermione!" Ginny called out. Hermione got up and hugged her good friend. She wore a pair of cute denim shorts with her Gryffindor Quidditch t-shirt. It had 'Chsr' written over a broomstick. On the back, it read her nickname 'Firestarter.' She had explained to Hermione, Weasley would and could not do because of her brothers. G. Weasley could not do either because that would have been like George. Hermione's thoughts were interrupted when Ginny spoke. "Boy you're hot," she said.
"Oh yes, I know," Hermione joked. Ginny playfully hit her arm
"Seriously, are you ok?" She asked.
"Perfectly fine my dear. To Gringotts?"
"To Gringotts."
The two girls chatted along the way to Gringotts. Many of the wizards turned their heads as the two beautiful witches walking down the road. Hermione pulled Ginny aside and scanned the road.
"I feel like they are drilling holes in the back of my skull!" Ginny cried exasperated.
"I know. We both have fabulous boyfriends that no one appears to no about," Hermione added. Ginny nodded and they continued their way to Gringotts. Hermione got a so called credit card since she had no clue as to how much she would be spending.
"Ok, you're going to have to apparate me there. We're going to Paris!" She exclaimed. Hermione smiled broadly.
"Thank God I'm French," she said before disapparating away.
Muggle Paris was as busy as ever on the nice summer day. The minute they arrived, Ginny stopped.
"You're French? Oh my Gosh!" She cried hugging Hermione. Hermione, slightly confused, hugged her back.
"Do you know where this place is?" Hermione asked as they began walking down a street.
"Yes. We went furniture shopping for Bill and Fleur's house. So I only know it by image. Follow moi," she said. Hermione rolled her eyes, and they began journeying through Paris.
After a thirty minute power walk, they found themselves in front of a beautiful shop. Ginny pulled Hermione to the side so any passersby would not hear.
"I know this is a muggle shop, but keep in mind you can always change colors with your wand."
"Sometimes Ginny, I wonder if you are older than me. Hmm," Hermione replied. Ginny laughed and they walked into the shop. A tiny bell rung through the air. Immediately, a handsome man greeted them. Ginny glanced at Hermione and then back at the fine specimen before them. He seemed attracted to them both, but he kept a gentleman like face.
"Bonjour. Nous cherchons un meubles pour mon appartement en angleterre. Parlez-vous l'anglais par la façon?" "Hello. We are looking for a furniture for my apartment in England. Do you speak English by the way?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, I do," he said in a slight Parisian accent. Ginny sighed in relief.
"Splendid. I assume you can be in assistance?" She asked.
"Of course Mademoiselle. Follow me please," he said smiling his perfect white teeth. He turned around and Ginny nudged Hermione. She turned and Ginny was fanning her self. Hermione giggled and they followed the man to a counter.
"How many rooms do you need furniture for, and what are those rooms?" He asked.
"Well. Ginny, should I get new furniture for my room?"
"Why not?" She replied.
"Ok. So I need furniture for three bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, and dining room. Six rooms?" Hermione said.
"Excellent. I'll be just a second," he said returning to an employee's room.
"Ginny we have a crisis!" Hermione hissed.
"Why?"
"Where am I going to get the furniture delivered? My parents live in the woods," she said panicking.
"Oh God. Call Harry!" She shouted. Hermione whipped out her cell and dialed Harry.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" He asked once the line connected.
"Nothing, well something, but we have a problem. Where am I going to get my furniture delivered?"
"Hmm. Well, we could get it delivered to my place in the country. Do you remember the address?" He offered.
"Of course! Oh my Gosh Harry I love you! You're the best! Oh and Ginny is glaring at me, but she sends her love," she said laughing.
"Can I speak with her?" He asked.
"Sure. Gin-Gin, the phone for you," she said dramatically. Hermione pretended not to listen, but oh how her hearing stretched.
"Are you really mad?" Harry asked Ginny.
"Of course not, baby. I really love you," she said quietly.
"I really love you too. I'll see you later?"
"Of course, can't wait. Hugs and kisses," she said.
"Right back at ya. Bye."
"Bye Harry." Ginny hung up and gave it back to Hermione. The sales man had just arrived back with a clip board filled with ordering form.
"Ready?" He asked pleasantly.
"Oh yes," Ginny murmured.
They spent five hours shopping. They started off with the kitchen and bought a breakfast table and chairs. For the dining room she bought a beautiful ten person oak table set. For the living room, she purchased tan leather couches. She fell in love with a recliner and loveseat, and Ginny spotted out her favorite piece yet. It was a huge couch capable of fitting Remus and Hermione on it very comfortable. Hermione and Ginny cheered excitedly as the salesman added it to their order. She bought an entertainment center as well. For her master bedroom, she wanted to have a theme. She and Ginny decided on a medieval princess meets the garden that met the future. Her furniture color was going to be a soft oak. She bought the biggest King sized bed there.
"Mademoiselle, it is going to be impossible to get that canopy onto that bed. Its big enough, but they make them separately."
"Ah, but Monsieur. If there is a will, there is a way. Please add it," she said. He sighed and added the beautiful canopy to the list.
"With a swish of the wand, it'll be on," Ginny whispered. Hermione nodded as she grinned like a fool.
Her dresser and nightstands matched the bed perfectly. She picked other odds and ends to fill her humongous room. Instead of having two guest bedrooms, she decided to just have on. She bought a Queen size bed for one bedroom. A matching dresser accompanied it. For the third and second largest bedroom, Hermione decided to use it as a library slash office. She bought a large desk and chair as well as thirteen large book cases. Finally, they had finished.
"Hermione, you went so all out," Ginny commented as the man began ringing them up.
"I know, but my parents helped a lot. They've got the cash sitting around, why not use it? I was never spoiled when I was young anyways," Hermione said shrugging. Ginny smiled and the salesman turned to them.
"You're total is…"
"I CANNOT BELIEVE I SPENT 12,290.21 Pounds(23,613) ON FURNITURE!" Hermione cried as they sat at an outdoor café.
"Hermione, its ok. Do you think your parents will care?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know. I mean, Papa might be livid. Mum? Nah. She'll want to see it all arranged. I feel like such a spoiled person and I hate that," she said distastefully.
"Don't worry about it. Everything will be fine. Let's just eat and relax a bit? Perhaps check out some stores in the other part," Ginny suggested. Hermione smiled and nodded in total agreement.
They order a late lunch and enjoyed the fresh air. As the rich blue sky turned into an orange and red, they walked into Wizarding Paris.
"More shopping Hermione. I love this place," Ginny said in awe.
"Me too. They have the best dress robes over here," she said and together they walked into the boutique.
A few bags later, and the night sky dark as ever, they made their way back to the apparation point. Hermione disapparated them back to Diagon Alley and wished Ginny goodnight.
"Thanks so much Hermione! We got to do this more often," she said embracing her.
"Of course Gin. Send my regards to Mr. Potter, will you? I have to run to Hogwarts real quick," she said.
"Of course. Bye," she said before flooing away.
Hermione disapparated to the front gates of Hogwarts. She walked up the sloping hill and to the main doors. She touched the handle of the door, and it glowed red before unlocking. She closed it shut and headed for the dungeons.
The paintings greeted her merrily as she walked by. Her muscles were incredibly sore, and her head ached.
"Miss Granger, it is such a pleasant surprise!" Sir Nicholas said. He hovered over her with a friendly smile.
"You too, Sir Nicholas. Keeping an eye out?" She asked. She began walking towards the dungeons with the ghost at her side.
"As always, Miss Granger. Where are you heading to, if I may ask?"
"The dungeons. Professor Snape has been helping me out greatly," she said cheerfully.
"Ah, I see. Well, it looks like we have reached your destination. It has been a pleasure to accompany such a fine young lady," he said bowing.
"Thank you Sir Nicholas. I shall see you soon." He began to float away and she turned to her old Potions room. It was chillier down here with an eerie dampness flew past her ears. She knocked on the door and waited patiently for Snape.
She heard his footsteps near the door, and then it flung open.
"Miss Granger," he said politely. He allowed her to come in. She spotted the two bottles of Wolfsbane on his desk ready for the transformation. He grabbed them, and with a swish of his wand, he casted an unbreakable charm on it. He handed them over to her gently.
"Thank you, sir. Do you have the fever potions?" She reminded.
"Ah, yes. Thank you for the reminder," he said and went through a door she had never seen before. He came back with a box and placed it on the nearby desks. She gave him back the two potions, and he placed them in the box. He sealed the box and handed it too her.
"Thank you again sir," she said turning towards the door.
"You're welcome. Goodnight," he said awkwardly.
"Goodnight," she replied before heading out of the castle.
She walked through the pitch black halls and wondered how it would have been had she not been a werewolf. She had nocturnal vision, another side effect. She felt a chill run up her spine, so she quickened her pace. Finally, she was walking down towards the great gates. Once out of the wards, she disapparated to the woods outside her house.
She trekked up to her house, where a faint glow was seen from her window. She quickened her pace, thinking how Remus must be panicking like crazy. She sensed his anxiety and worry from a few yard. His curiosity washed over her. She barged through the door and locked it with her wand before nearly flying up the stairs. She placed the potions box on the top stairs and hurried to her room. She nearly collided with Remus who through her against the wall and kissed her fiercely. She responded just as eagerly, as he held fists full of curls.
"Where have you been?" He panted.
"Five hours of shopping, ran into Snape, got potions, rushed home," she breathed. He nodded and kissed her again like he hadn't seen her in a decade. He finally let go of her and grabbed the potions box. He tore it open and grimaced at the two Wolfsbane potions. He grabbed another potion and tossed one to Hermione who through it down. It tasted like cool peppermint. Remus followed her actions and then dragged her to bed.
"I missed you so much," he said as he began to shred his clothes. She followed suit as a wild desire filled her.
"I missed you more my love. I was in bloody Paris again! The city of love," she said kicking off her skort. Once they were both naked, he swooped down on her like she was his prey.
"Hermione I-" he began.
"I know you hold back, love. I can tell. Tonight, go all out please. As long as you don't kill me," she warned. He smiled appreciatively and then kissed her fiercely. She pulled him closer, as she wrapped her legs around his hips. She pressed her warmth against his and he groaned. His teeth were out sharply, and his eyes glowed amber. She could see the fight with in himself. She warded her room with silencing charms and looked to him.
"You can't hurt me, Remus. I love you and I want you to make love to me without holding back. Please?" She whispered into his ear. He growled, and she found herself sliding up the bed. He put all the pillows under her head.
"Hold on," he said huskily. She smiled as she felt him align himself. Then, with one swift move, he plunged inside of her roughly. She gasped at the power behind him. He kissed along her neck leaving her a trail of love marks as he drilled into her. She whimpered and held on to the headboard as he rocked them vehemently.
"I love you so much Hermione," he moaned as he accidentally ripped the sheets with his claws.
"Oh REMUS!" She cried as he began to carry her higher. Had there not been any charms, their growls, whimpers, and moans would have awoken the near by country. The headboard hit violently against the wall, as he began to climax. Her own climax was in sync with his. She looked into his eyes and they connected once more.
The passion between the two of them overwhelmed the other as they came as one.
He rested his sweaty forehead against her own, as they fought to catch their breath. He embraced her and sighed.
"I'm sorry I lost control," he whispered.
"It's fine darling. I am sure we'll be both loosing our minds quite often," she replied tenderly. He held onto her tightly and she looked into his eyes, without a connection. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and gently massaged her color bone. She watched him as he held his eyes closed lost in the moment. He Eskimo kissed her as he moved to the other side of her neck and repeated the process on the other side. He rested his forehead against hers.
"Sorry I-," he began but she silenced him.
"Shhh," she whispered. "Thank you."
"For what?" He whispered.
"Everything. I mean it, and I love you."
"I love you too Hermione. Get some rest love," he whispered back. She held his head to her chest, as they drifted away to sleep…
The days pressed on much like those before it as the transformation neared. Hermione's body could no longer fight the urge for rest, and she had collapsed into Remus's arms. They had slept the rest of the day away. It was on that remote evening when they came back.
The rigid cold immediately consumed her, as she was once more on the sidelines. Kevin Dowson was pacing, which brought her to take in his features. He had looked the same from the previous dream; however, his eyes showed wisdom. His wife Amy watched him pace in worry as she bounced a tiny toddler on her knee, Amelia. She had rich yet dark curls with a bunch of colors swirling in her innocent eyes. It would be a lie if you had said young Amelia did not know a thing about the trouble occurring. Amelia knew perfectly well, and was restless, which brought her mother to bounce her on the knee in the first place.
Kevin stopped and looked at his two girls. He sighed and rubbed his head. Until suddenly, the wards shifted. He looked abruptly as his wife, who had the word P A N I C written on her face. They had little time to leave. She ran into her husbands arms, but before they could apparate their front door was blown open. Amy looked up to her husband's angry amber eyes, as he watched who pranced in.
Hermione nearly dropped dead at who she saw.
A whole flock of Aurors and some rather unexpected guests.
Kevin growled as he stepped in front of his family.
"Well, well. What do we have here," said a man in a rich French accent.
"Harvey," he growled at Monsieur DeSilvain.
"Ah! Kevin! What a pleasant surprise. Hello Amy, fancy seeing you here," he said fakely. Amy glared at him with her sharp canines out defensively. Amelia had her teeth also out ready to protect her parents.
"What do you want," Kevin demanded calmly.
"Well my good man, you are under arrest along with your life. Your daughter also is receiving the kiss. Had you not got that message?" He said smirking. Kevin's grip tightened on his wand, as he still covered his family.
"Search the house. Any of her searches, give them to me," he commanded haughtily. Amy sneered well prepared for that.
"Such a shame since they no longer reside here," she hissed. Harvey glared at her. Then, without warning, a spell was shot from twp Aurors. Preferably, it shot from Jacques Bateaux and Jean-Paul Navarre. They were ice charms sent at Kevin's feet. He slipped, and once the guard was down they shot a solorus charm right at Amy. She cried and dropped Amelia as the full blow hit her.
"MAMA!" baby Amelia cried her first words. Her mother smiled before the charm had hit her.
She cried as she crumpled to nothing in front of her husband. He let out a sob as nothing remained of his beloved. With another flash, Amelia joined the ashes of her mum. Kevin let out another sob as his little girl disappeared.
"YOU WERE MY BEST FRIEND!" He shouted at Harvey. Harvey watched with a bemused grin. "YOU BETRAYED ME! AND THEN YOU KILL THE ONLY PEOPLE I LOVED! YOU KILLED AMY BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T HAVE HER!" The grin immediately fled his face. With a wave of his hand, he stunned the whole group of Aurors.
With the new rush of Adrenaline and power, he swept the ashes of his once family. He jarred them quickly and broke through the wards that had prevented his family just minutes ago.
Hermione sat bolt right and let out a petrified scream. Remus bolted right next to her with concern. She grabbed her dream journal and wrote it all down. Without a word, she shoved it into Remus. He quickly read it, as his eyes bulged from his head. She was openly sobbing now. He stood up and carried her back to bed, attempting to calm her down.
"I didn't know they had helped. Hermione, this is vital information my love. No one found out who had killed Amy and Amelia. Oh dear Lord. Come here," he said. She crawled into his arms and cried into his chest. The rest of the night was forgotten, and soon she had cried herself to sleep.
That morning was the morning of the transformation. Hermione picked herself off Remus, who was snoring peacefully. She walked into the bathroom and gazed into the mirror. I look like shit. She sighed and headed back to her bedroom to find him just awakening.
"God, you look like shit," they said simultaneously. They laughed and kissed each other good morning.
"I'm going to go to my flat real quick and get some clothes," she said getting out of bed again.
"OK. I'm going to go back to my place and grab some clothes as well. We can meet back here, grab the potions, and head to Hogwarts? It's a nice day out," he said stretching. She made her bed with a swish of her wand, and they walked downstairs in their pajamas.
"OK. I'll see you later. Love ya," she said departing.
"Love ya too." He replied.
"Hermione's abode," she said clearly before flooing away. Her flat was in the same condition it had been yesterday. She grabbed a pair of comfy shorts and a big t-shirt with some flip-flops. Her clothes would probably shred anyways, right? She took a quick shower and pulled her hair up neatly after dressing. She flooed back to her place to find Remus patiently waiting. He grabbed her hand as they stepped into the fireplace once more.
"Albus has connected us again to the DADA room," he said. She nodded and he grabbed the green powder. He flooed them away to Hogwarts.
She stepped into the familiar DADA class, where she had first really kissed her professor. He looked at her in confusion.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Oh nothing. Just reminiscing about the first time I kissed you," she said smiling. He smiled broadly and clasped their hands. He set down the potions box and locked it in his desk.
"Where are we headed too?" She asked. Well first, we are going to visit the Shrieking Shack. You see, I put a Fidelius Charm on it. People thing it has been knocked down," he said smiling triumphantly. "I re-did the whole thing." She smiled as he led them towards the Whomping Willow.
"Impedimentum," he said. The tree stopped and swayed harmlessly as Remus led them into the secret tunnel. He turned around and pointed his wand back up at the tree and said, "finite." The tree immediately crashed down where Hermione and Remus once stood. He grabbed her hand once more and led them to the infamous Shrieking Shack.
When they came up through the floorboard, Hermione nearly fainted. The place looked as good as her own house! Remus had definitely cleaned it up.
"Is it all right?" He asked hopefully.
"It's wonderful!" She shouted throwing her arms around him. He returned the embrace, and helped her up onto the floor. He locked the floorboard for now, and gave her a tour.
"I left one room unfurnished, for us to change in. I didn't want us to accidentally hit something or get hurt. It's this room right here," he said pointed to a dull yet empty room. "Follow me," he said leading them up the stairs. He led her into the room, where she first met Sirius. It was a beautiful living room with tons of blankets by a fire.
"We're going to have to stay warm in the winter," he commented. "I never really had a reason to fix it up, you know? Now though. Only the best for you," he said smiling.
"Remus!" Hermione squealed. She kissed him as a way of saying thanks. They walked back to the bottom floor, where Remus unlocked the floorboard. He went down first and then helped Hermione down. They walked back towards the tree. Hermione froze it this time as they walked out quickly. They set the tree back, and Remus led them town the road to Hogsmeade.
"To Hogsmeade milady?" He asked radically. She smiled and squeezed his hand tighter.
"Of course kind sir. Please lead the way."
They walked harmoniously down to the tiny town of Hogsmeade, trying to make the most of their remaining day. They decided to take it slow, since they both were under the weather. They used each other to walk properly. They stopped at The Three Broomsticks for lunch, and then stopped at Honeydukes to stock up on chocolate. Hermione bought a few blocks for the both of them for "The Day After," which he had dubbed tomorrow. Remus laughed at this and treated them to ice cream at a new ice cream parlor called La Glace. Hermione decided to get plain vanilla ice cream this time; however, she stayed true to her colors by getting the gummy bears and Oreo pieces. She almost dropped her ice cream cup when she saw the gummy bears dancing. She sat on a bench next to Remus and ate her ice cream.
"This place is like a ghost town," he said. She nodded and stuck another spoon of ice cream in her mouth. The gummy bears shouted "NO! DON'T EAT ME!" She bit their heads off, as Remus watched bemused.
"This is a lot of chewing," she commented after swallowing another bite.
"Yes, I can see that. That's why I get a plain sundae," he said cheerfully.
"Boring," she muttered. "It's nice out today. What a lovely way to end it though." She frowned and then sighed. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder so she could lean on him. They ate their ice cream in silence, just enjoying the others company.
They trudged back to the castle and put away the chocolate.
"A visit to our dear Headmaster?" She suggested. He grinned and nodded before heading towards the Gargoyle.
"Now it's time to play the guessing game!" She exclaimed with fake enthusiasm.
"Bloody great," he muttered.
"Snickers, Twix, Skittles, Starbursts," she began guessing.
"Chocolate?" Remus added. The gargoyle spun, and Hermione playfully glared at him. They walked up the stairs to Dumbledore's door. Remus knocked.
"Come in," Albus said. Remus opened the door for Hermione, and they walked in together.
"Ah! Remus! Hermione! What a pleasant surprise. Do sit down," he said conjuring two chairs.
"Thank you," they both said respectfully.
"Lemon drop?" He offered. Hermione grabbed one and popped it in her mouth, amazed at her sudden sweet tooth. Remus thought the same thing aloud.
"Got a sweet tooth?" He asked playfully. She smiled and nodded.
"You see Headmaster, I bought a few galleons worth of chocolate today, I just had some ice cream, and now I am having a lemon drop," she explained.
"Ah. Not to worry Hermione, I am sure your parents will be more than happy to fix any problems," he said. His sparkling eyes dimmed a bit. "Ready for this evening?" He asked gently. Hermione gulped and looked to Remus, who looked equally nervous.
"I hope so," she said. "It should be interesting."
"Indeed," Albus replied. "I assume you have gotten your correct potions?"
"Yes," Remus answered sadly.
"I believe you both shall be fine. You have each other now," he said in general, but more so towards Remus. "How has your project been?" He asked. Hermione paled slightly and sat up in her chair.
"Well sir. As you know, my visions have begun," she began. He nodded in consent. "You see sir, I was bitten by Kevin Dowson." Dumbledore held in a gasp as he furrowed his brows. He looked to Remus, who nodded. "He is alive sir." Albus looked confused for a moment and then nodded.
"I want no more information for the present. Continue your work until you are finished. Thank you though," he replied.
"Sure," Remus and Hermione said.
"It is five thirty. The sun shall be setting soon. I suggest you make your leave," he said seriously. Remus helped Hermione up and they walked out. "Be careful my children," Albus said.
"Thanks."
Hermione and Remus tired their best to hurry to the DADA classroom.
"Ok. Here is the fun part. It's not to gross, much better than the polyjuice potion," he said pulling out the bluish potion. He uncapped it for them and handed one to her.
"Cheers," she mumbled. She closed her nose with one hand and downed the rest with the other. Not too bad? It was dreadful! She went to their candy bag and grabbed a chunk of chocolate. She threw one to Remus and they walked towards the Shrieking Shack hand in hand.
Hermione was almost had a panic attack. Remus left the hatch open downstairs. They now stood in the empty "Changing Room." Hermione looked at Remus, who smiled in encouragement.
"Strip," he said chuckling. She could not help but gasp. She winked at him and began to strip, but then stop.
"My love, if I am going to strip, you're going to get excited. Then I am going to get excited. And no, I don't know how to make love as an animal," she said pointedly. He nodded in agreement but shrugged.
"I'll contain myself. I'll strip for you first then," he said smirking. She clapped her hands together like a kid.
"Goody, goody! Strip show for me!" She squealed. He took off his clothes, and now she had to contain herself. He stood before her in the buff and she groaned.
"Cat got your tongue?" He asked playfully.
"No, but I could imagine it would have Snape's had he came in here unaware," she replied back. He groaned and rubbed his eyes.
"Gross. Now strip!" He demanded teasingly. She nodded and began to strip off her clothes seductively.
"Hermione!" He groaned. She giggled and soon she was naked in from of him as well.
"Imagine we hadn't fell in love. What we do about waking up naked together, hmm?" She asked. Remus shrugged.
"That's a question I don't want to ponder on. Ah crap, the sun is setting," he said. She groaned as she felt her insides turning. She felt her senses sharpen immensely and she looked fearfully at Remus. "You have to relax. Try to stay calm and let it happen, don't fight it," he whispered. He closed his eyes as his muscles relaxed. The sky grew dark and a loud thumping grew within her chest.
"Remus," she managed to speak.
"My love. It'll be ok," he opened his eyes again, which were completely amber and wide.
"I'm scared," she said almost in tears. He embraced her gently and the lightest flicker of light found their attention. The full moon had risen.
She immediately felt the change. Her mind was shifting to some unknown place. Back and forth, back and forth. She relaxed as she felt her fangs enlarge to as big as when she and Remus made love. She looked to Remus, who was relaxed as well. She felt her body start to grow, and the pain boomed in her body. Every part of her body changed as human tears fell from her eyes. Her limbs stretched and her skin grew over it. She got werewolf hair, and her breasts changed as well. She found herself gasping for air and soon her head changed into that of a werewolf. She dropped to the floor wishing the pain away.
"Hello Hermione. It is nice to finally meet you," a voice said in her head. She looked around frantically in confusion. "I' m inside you Hermione. You are the only one who can hear me. You've taken your potion, I see. Very responsible of you," the voice said. It was feminine, no doubt, and it had an air of Hermione within it. Her human side concluded this: the werewolf part of a person always reflected their human self.
"Correct as always," her voice said.
"Instead of referring to you as the voice in my head, perhaps I can name you?" Hermione asked her wolf side.
"Oh, that would be nice. What do you have in mind?" The voice asked.
"Well, I came up with two. Either Tala, which means wolf. Or Chandra, which means Moon Goddess. I thought them appropriate," she said.
"Hmm, I like them both. I choose Tala, because I am the wolf. You are the Moon Goddess," Tala said.
"Oh Tala, you're to nice. Forgive me, I must see if Remus is ok," she said.
"Remus? You mean Faolan," Tala said.
"Is that his name?" Hermione asked.
"Indeed. Go comfort your mate," Tala said happily.
"Whoa! Mate?" She asked.
"Yes mate. As in reproduction partner. Father of your children. Husband as you humans call it," Tala said.
"We're mates?"
"Yes. Not so much Faolan and I. More of Remus and Hermione. Don't faint on me!" Tala reminded. Hermione straightened up.
Remus was watching her with interest. She stood on her hind legs and took her "baby steps" to Remus. He howled in approval. She got the hang of it quickly.
"Hermione," Remus called out wearily.
"Remus? How can we talk?" She asked.
"We're speaking in wolf my love," he reminded. She nodded foolishly.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Sore, but I'll manage. Remus have you talked-" she began.
"Yes. It seems my love that we are mates," he replied happily. "Faolan has taken a strong liking to Tala."
"Tala has taken a strong liking to Faolan."
"Interesting," Remus commented. "Let's go over maneuvering and such."
Remus showed Hermione how to stand, run, jump, and climb. She had excelled on each one, and after two hours, they finally stopped.
"Feel like going for a walk?" Remus asked.
"Tala would love to go for a walk right now Hermione," Tala said. "Tala really likes Faolan." Hermione smiled inside and nodded to Remus.
"Lead the way."
Remus and Hermione jumped through the floorboard door and back through the tunnel. They stopped and heightened their senses around them.
"We're safe," Remus said appreciatively. Hermione followed him into the Forbidden Forest for a nightly stroll. "Whatever you do, do not howl for any werewolves. They might cause us some trouble."
"Ok," she said in awe as they walked over to a beautiful view. She was able to see the valleys below easily. They sat side by side on their hind legs (like dogs) and looked out. "Remus?"
"Yes my love?" He asked quietly.
"Are you upset or disappointed that we are mates and most than likely stuck together?" She asked. She feared his answer, yet posed the question anyway.
"I've never been happier," he replied. Her heart leapt, and she could have sworn she heard Tala growl in approval. "Are you upset?"
"I've never been happier," she reflected. He growled in approval, and ran his face along her own.
"I wish I could just hold you," he said softly.
"I know. In due time," she whispered.
"Let's set back to go and sleep," he suggested. She followed him through the forest until he stopped short. He picked something up with his mouth and showed her.
"A walking stick for you," he said. She took it from his mouth with her own and began to carry it. "I can carry it," he offered.
"No, I have to learn to do it this way. Thanks though," she said. He led the way to the shack and they went into the tunnel unharmed. Once back in the shack, they climbed up the stairs and sat in the prepared living room. They worked together to pull down the blankets. The fire had been lit previously by Remus before transforming. They stretched out on the blankets next to each other and huddled for more warmth. Remus put his paw over hers and she rested her head on it.
"Goodnight Hermione, Until next month," Tala said.
"Goodnight Tale. Thank you for cooperating," she answered.
"Of course," Tala said before both Moon Goddesses drifted off to sleep next to their Moon Gods.
SORRY FOR LONG UPDATE! I HOPE THIS IS SUFFICIENT SINCE IT IS A FEW MORE PAGES THAN USUAL.