A/N- Sorry it took so long to update. I have a few other stories in the works, and it's a bit hardkeeping eberythign in order. os here is chapter six.I hope you like it. Review and tell me what you think. And also thanks to al of you who have reviewed.You rock my socks.

WARNING! HeavyR rating!Slashjust runs rampent in this chapter! Sex Sex andmore sex! so if that others you... dont read it. orskip the bottem half.

Chapter 6- In need of a husband

The following days went by semi-smoothly. The potion that Harry took was administered to all of Hogwarts, via pumpkin juice, to ensure no other students tried to hump Remus to death. Harry had to be giving the potion twice a day, considering his power and will to mate were far stronger then the average student.

Werewolves from all over Europe came knocking on Hogwarts doors to congratulate or challenge the new Prince. To Frey's surprise, his oldest brother did not show. That could mean one of two things, he was dead, or he was with Voldemort. He was hoping for number one. Harry was scared out of his wits. The challenge was going to he held on Hogwarts grounds. The pitch was being given special wards to keep students out during the mini battles. His Remus was going to fight for his title. Harry tired to talk him out of it, but there was nothing doing. Remus had made up his mind. He was going to fight for what was his. Dumbledore was going to allow Harry to be present at the fights, but Frey wouldn't allow it. It was bad enough that their Prince was involved with a wizard, but having one at the fights was unheard of. He would just have to wait for the results like everyone else. Dumbledore tried to reassure Harry that the reason he was allowing the battles to take place at the school was to be sure that Remus was protected, and that he would survive. One wrong move and the professors would be in there faster then you can say woof.

The battles were being held on a Saturday, while the rest of the school was in Hogsmeade. Harry sat behind with Hermione and, surprisingly, Draco. Ron had decided that he would much rather go to Hogsmeade with Dean and Seamus, claiming that he knew that Remus would make it out alright.

"Does he know about you two yet?"

"Know about what?"

"That you two are seeing each other." Hermione blushed.

"We are not."

"I'm just here for moral support, Potter. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Right."

The three were sat in the Gryffindor common room, crammed into a window seat. You could see the pitch from that window, and Harry had his face pressed against the glass.

"Do you think they've started yet?" Hermione asked, playing with the buttons on Draco's shirt without realizing it. Harry smirked and nodded his head.

"They started twenty minutes ago."

A howl was heard from the pitch. It wasn't a pleasant one either; rather pained actually. Harry jumped from where he was sitting, knocking Draco down, and grabbed his cloak.

"I can't stand this! I'm going down there!"

"Harry, no you can't. You'll get in huge trouble!" Hermione squealed, grabbing Harry's shirt.

"She's right, Potter. You could get yourself killed down there. Hundreds of angry werewolves, seriously, think about it. Death is certain."

"I don't care. I cant stand being up here, not knowing what is going on with him. I don't even know if he's alive. I have my invisibility cloak; I'll be fine." And with that he ran out of the common room like a bat out of hell.

Remus' body was aching. He was amazed that it hadn't given out yet. Battle seven, and he was still going. The first few fights were easy enough; finished within minutes. Remus was stringer then he looked, much to everyone's surprise. He was tall, lean and muscular; but not enough for people to think him a strong man. At the moment he was against a man that was twice his size, and his strength. He figured that the only reason why he wasn't dead yet was because the behemoth in from of him respected him enough to give him a slight chance. He was picked up and slammed on the ground. He bounced off of it and scrambled to his feet once again. His supporters cheered, while his adversaries booed. What he didn't notice was that some of the attention of the crowed was being drawn away by an unknown source.

Harry snuck into the pitch, relatively unnoticed. The wards seemed to not affect him,thank goodness, and he continued his way inside. The pitch now had a canopy over it, so nothing could fall in, or fly out. Harry wanted to run onto the field when he saw Remus being picked up and dropped; but was stopped by a pair of very large hands. His cloak was ripped off and his was spun around.

"My, my, my, what do we have here?"

"Let me go!"

"Oh no, I don't think so. I think I'll keep you." The werewolf picked Harry up, like he was nothing, and carried him to the front of the crowd.

"Put me down!" Harry punch the werewolf in the face, but it only seemed to anger him more. He was grabbed the throat and pulled the rest of the way.

Harry could here jeers from the other werewolves as the made there way though the crowd. What scared Harry the most was that no one tried to help him. The only thing he got was a few sympathetic glances from some of the women.

Remus was grabbed by the hair when he heard him. Harry. He was yelling. He twisted himself around the see Harry being dragged by the throat and kissed roughly by the beast who had him. On onlooker saw the act and began to laugh.

"Isn't that the Prince's little wizard whore?"

"Well, that just makes it better, when he loses, you'll be my whore instead."

Remus' temperature heightened to an unnatural level and his hair began to move on its own accord. His crown of sliver gleamed with new life and he grabbed his opponent and threw him over his shoulder. The man landed on his back, sputtering for breath. Remus grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head into the ground, rendering him unconscious. Remus stood to his full height and extended his claws. He ran full speed towards Harry's captor and pounced, knocking the werewolf to the ground. He grabbed the man's face and dug his claws in. With a fierce growl he dug in deeper and began to pull it off.

"If you so much as look at him again, I swear to GOD that I will personally see to your very slow and painful death."

The Werewolf only laughed, gathered up his strength and pushed Remus off. He grabbed Harry and licked his face. Harry looked to be ready to cry. He gave Remus the my apologetic look he could muster. He knew this was his fault. If only he had listened to Mione. Before he could finish his thought Remus pounced on the man again and dragged him to the middle of the pitch. He was using this one as an example. Harry felt a soft hand on his shoulder and turned to see Frey. The man wrapped his arms over his shoulders and gave all those with hungry eyes the most deadly glare he had ever seen. He may not be the Crowned Prince, but he knew how to kill.

Remus flipped the man on his back and grabbed him by the throat, and squeezed.

"Now, I will see to that slow and painful death I spoke of earlier. No one touches him. NO ONE!" And with that Remus tightened his grip until blood began to pure from the man's nose and ears. He added a second hand and pushed upwards. The werewolf's eyes began to bulge and blood began to gush from them. The man began to scream, which slowly turned to a gurgle. With a sign of mercy, he snapped his neck. The crown was silent. Frey stepped out onto the field with Harry, arms still around him.

"Do we have anymore challengers?" the crown remained silent. " I zought not. Zen I am glad, very glad, to announce zat my brother, Dietrich, or Remus as he prefers to be called, is our new leader."

The crown went wild. They had a king. Well, technically he was still just the Prince. A ceremony still needed to take place. Remus stood slowly and moved towards Harry. The young man freed himself from Frey's grip and allowed himself to be scooped up by his Prince.

Back and Remus' quarters, Harry sat on the sofa, watching Remus pace. It had been this way for fifteen minutes now. Remus would pace, look up at Harry, bury his head in his hands, then continue pacing. Harry was beginning to feel worried. Was Remus that upset with him?

"You do know that you could have been killed, don't you?" Those were the first words Remus had said to his lover this the pitch.

"Yes, I do."

"And yet you still went to the pitch. After you were told not to." That wasn't a question; it was very much a statement. One that sounded tired and beaten down.

"Remus, I'm so sorry," Harry choked on his words, but continued anyway. " I was so worried. I needed to see that you were alright. And by the looks of it, you weren't. I just needed to know. I didn't want to find out that you had been killed, when I could have done something to help!" Harry was in the brink on tears.

"Oh Harry," Remus sighed as he sat down next to his lover, pulling him closer. "I know. I would have done the same. I was just so scared when I saw you…oh god, you must think of me as a monster."

"What? Why?!" Harry was confused. Remus had saved him.

"I killed him, Harry."

"I know."

"And do you know why?" Remus asked, lifting Harry's chin up so they could look eye to eye.

"Because he deserved it." Remus had to chuckle at that.

"Partly, yes. But there's more to it. He had chosen you as his mate. Well, not so much a mate, but more as a play thing. With what he had in mind, if he had gotten his way, you would have been bound to him. And I couldn't have that. Even if I were to get you away from him, he would have stopped at nothing to get you. Werewolves are stubborn Harry, once they want something, they stop at nothing to get it." Harry choked.

"But what if someone else tries?"

"They wont." Remus kissed Harry on the lips softly, and rubbed their noses together.

"How do you know?"

"Because, they know you're mine. I pretty much used that man as an example. That's what happens when they touch you. I hate the fact that I did it. But the wolf took over."

"I know, your eyes were glowing in the most amazing way. I was worried that I'd have to run off and take another potion." Harry slithered his way onto Remus lap and looked the man in the face.

"I was so worried. I just… I love you so much…" Harry whispered, as he leaned in for a kiss.

Remus returned it with all he had. Sure he was tired, but sleeping could wait. Harry was more important. The brunette ran his hand through his lovers hair and tangled his fingers in at the base. His other worked on the buttons of Remus' shirt. The werewolf tightened his grip around Harry's waits and picked him up. His long slender legs wrapped around his lover's waist as he was carried, his hand working on the last button. They landed on the bed and a 'humph' and continued their ministrations.

"Harry are you sure about his?" Remus asked as Harry began to plant kissed on his newly exposed collar bone.

"Yes, I need you…" Harry finished his sentence with a moan and a trust of his hips. He smirked and said, " you can't deny me this time. I'm not melting."

"We'll see about that…"

Remus grabbed the hem of Harry's tee-shirt and gently pulled it over his head. The broad, smooth chest of his lover was exposed, and ready to be worshiped. He lightly ran his hands down the hairless chest and back up again when he hit the waistband of Harry's jeans. Placing light kisses on Harry's neck he casually began undoing the button of the restricting jeans.

Harry was in high heaven. Nothing had even felt this good. Without thinking, he lifted his hips, only to feel the rough fabric of his jeans being pulled down his sensitive legs. He gasped when he felt Remus' bare skin on his. He was pulled into a searing kiss that left him speechless. But there was one problem. Remus still had his trousers on. Harry groaned and slowly sat up, taking his lover with him. Remus looked confused until he saw the look on Harry face. It was that look. The look from before the potion. Remus looked at the clock. It had worn off. Perfect timing.

"Remuussss…." Harry moaned, as he scrapped his nails gently down his chest. One hand went around his ribs and down his back, fingers tucking themselves in the waistband of his trousers. The other hand continued south, finding the button, and undoing it quickly.

"Harry, you're burning up…" There was no hint of concern in his voice; which was now rough and sultry. "You feel like you're on fire…"

Harry moaned and undid the zip, tugging the blasted fabric over his slender hips. Remus lifted himself to his knees, and let Harry tug them down has far as they would go. Before he could lift himself up completely, to rid himself of this restriction, Harry grabbed his hips and licked both hipbones. Each lick becoming a suck. Once the second hipbone was loved, he kissed his was towards the middle. Remus ran a hand through Harry's hair, needing to touch something. Without warning, Harry took all of him whole, causing Remus to buck forward. Fearing he had choked the young man, he tried to pull away, but Harry held him tight, taking all of him, humming around the throbbing heat. Harry's head bobbed on his cock, trying to suck the life out of him. Remus felt his orgasm approaching. He wasn't a young man anymore, and he knew that one was all he was going to get for a few hours.

"Harry, love…oh god…you have to stop. I want to last." Harry stopped and looked up; lips swollen and red, begging for attention.

Remus laid on the bed and pulled his trousers the rest of the way off. Harry joined him and laid on his side facing him. Remus pulled him closer and wetly kissed those cherry lips. Harry moaned and pulled his lover on top of him. He spread his legs to accommodate Remus, who fit perfectly. The kiss got more fierce and heated. Remus broke away, attacked Harry's neck, and grabbed his thigh; bringing it up around his waist. It was now or never.

"Harry, are you sure…" but Remus was cut off by Harry's finger on his lips.

"Yes, I'm positive." And with that Harry reached into the bedside table and produced a bottle of lubricant.

Fingers were gelled and one was slid home. Harry sighed at the intrusion, but didn't look pained. Remus started a slow rhythm with his finger, never taking his eyes off of Harry's face. It slid in, then out, in, out. When Harry stated to get impatient, he added a second, then a third.

"Oh, Remus. Please…"

He nodded, and pulled his fingers out. Harry spread his legs further apart and wiggled is bottom; his body shaking with excitement. Remus positioned himself and pushed in slowly. Harry gasped and grabbed his forearms. Remus stopped, looking concerned.

"No, don't stop."

He slowly began to push his way in again, not stopping until he was sheathed inside of his lover. He laid his body on top of Harry's and placed kisses all over his face. Harry caught his lips in a passionate kiss and push his hips upwards. Remus took that as the go ahead and began to move ever so slowly.

The thrusts were slow and shallow, stretching Harry to fit him. Slowly the thrusts got more intense. Harry lifted his legs so they fit in between Remus' hips and his ribs, his feet bouncing in the air above them. Their kiss continued to increase in passion as Remus' hips jerked harder. One of the werewolf's hands gripped Harry's hip, while the other searched out his lover's hand. Their fingers entwined, and Remus pinned it next to Harry's head. Their rhythm was slow, but intense; every thrust hitting that sweet spot inside of Harry. Loud moans and even screams were muffled by their never ending kiss. Heaving breathing shot through their noses. Harry's free hand scratched up Remus' back, leaving proof of their love making. Harry's erection was never touched, but the feeling of Remus' stomach muscles rippling around it was enough to send shock waves up his spine.

With a piercing, high pitched moan and a sharp intake of breath, Harry came with a brutal force. His nails were pulled up Remus' back, then firmly tangled in his hair. His toes curled, turning their knuckles white. With a few last powerful thrusts, all if which, knocking the bed posts into the wall, Remus came, groaning into Harry's mouth. They detached their mouths, which were bruised and swollen, and looked into each others eyes. Remus raised his hand from Harry's hip and ran in down the side of his face.

"You're amazing. Do you know that?" His voice was soft and tender.

"I was about to say the same about you," Harry said, kissing him softly.

"I love you." Harry looked the man in the eye, then rested their foreheads together.

"I know." A chesier grin. "But I love you more."

"How did I know you were going to say that."

"Because I've been far to mature for the past hour, and I needed to say something more adolescent to retain my dignity."

Remus laughed and rolled off of his love; pulling him to his chest, and wrapping his arms around him. They were just about to take a short nap when an unknown owl flew into the room. It dropped a letter in Remus' lap and landed on the armour.

"What does it say?" Harry asked, sitting up.

"It's from Frey. And it says that there are a gaggle of woman outside wanting to know if you are my lover, and if not, if I want a wife, to come downstairs."

"Oh lord," Harry pretended to looked bored, but Remus could see the worry in his eyes. He picked up a quill and scribbled a note and sent it off with the owl.

"What did you write?"

"I wrote that I am in no way needing of a wife. And that if I am to marry, I will be in need of a husband." He pulled Harry into his arms and kissed him playfully on the mouth. "Now how about that nap, hmm?"

"Don't we have to go see Dumbledore so I can get yelled at again?"

"I don't see why we can't do that tomorrow."