a/n- Sorry it took so long to update. But here it is. WARNING- heavy R/NC17 in this chapter. dont read it if you dont like. Also, thanks to all of you who have reviewed. I'm not giving up on this story, it will be finished. Also, i have a new site, go check it out. www.malfoymenace.

8- Vanilla

Harry sat nervously in the living room he and Remus shared. Dumbledore saw it fit to move him there for his own safety. It was now common knowledge that he and Remus were a pair, and he would now be a target of unwanted werewolf violence. After what happened to the man at the challenges, no one in their right mind would go after him. But those who aren't incredibly sane might just try something, and Remus would have none of that.

He was going to inform his friends of what was happening in his life. Remus had told him of the potion that one could take to have a child. His lover didn't want him to jump to conclusions, but of course he agreed right away. He had always wanted a family anyway, granted, not this soon. But if it meant keeping Remus his we would do it. But the werewolf was having trouble taking yes for an answer.

"Really, Harry, you must think about his more. This will change our lives."

"I know, love, and I want to do this."

"Have you even though of what this child will have to go though. Voldemort will take advantage of this."

"Remus, please…" Harry begged for the man to just listen, but nothing seemed to be getting to him.

"No, Harry. The more I think of it, I can't let this happen. I'll just to have to go about his another way." Remus sat back and rested his hand on his forehead. He didn't look up again until he heard Harry's sob. "Harry…"

"I said I would stand by you, but I don't think I can. Seeing you with someone else would kill me, I think."

"Harry, I …"

"Let me do this." Remus looked into the young man's eyes. And slowly nodded his approval.

There was a nock at the door, and Harry got up to answer it. Now or never. Ron, Hermione and Draco were at the door. Somehow the blond had shimmied his way into the group. Harry saw Hermione spending more and more time with him, and less with Ron. Somehow the red head was clueless. Were they even still together?

"Harry, mate, what's the news? I have a chess game with Seamus is an hour so lets make this fast." Hermione threw him a disgusted look.

"Sorry about him Harry. He hasn't been feeling like himself lately."

"You don't have to talk about me as if I'm not here," Ron snapped. "And why is Malfoy here anyway? He isn't one of our friends."

"He's been here more for Harry than you have. Besides, if Harry had a problem with him being here, he would tell him to leave." Sick of being left out of the conversation, Draco began a chat with Harry.

"So, Harry, joy to see you again, really."

"Yes, indeed. How have you been Draco?" Harry asked with extra vigor, and a huge smile on his face.

"Simply smashing, I feel we just don't do this enough."

"Right you are. I say, would you like some tea?" The two continued this boisterous conversation until Ron and Hermione stopped arguing.

"Now, can we just get on with this before I lose my nerve?"

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, as she sat on the couch, next to Draco, not Ron.

"Nothing is wrong, per say. I have some big news that I need to share." The three nodded for him continue. "Remus was told that since he is a wartime leader, he has to create an heir. Since he wont bite anyone he has to have a child."

"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry. He's leaving you for a woman isn't he?" Hermione said softly, scooting close to him chair, placing a hand on his knee.

"Don't be so upset about it, mate. This relationship you have with him is a bit unnatural if you think about it. He's not exactly human, and neither of you is a woman, so it might be for the best."

"Honestly, Weasley you have no tact." Malfoy snapped, cutting the red head off. Ron's comment had obviously upset Harry. Draco got up and started pacing to room.

"Draco, sit down." Hermione said.

"No, if I do that, I'll hit him. I just find it so insane that I have only spent a few occasions with Harry, yet somehow I know more about him that he does."

"Oh, you want to hit me Malfoy. I'd like to see you try," Ron said jumping out of his chair.

"You wouldn't being able to see coming. Seeing as you can't see anything that isn't in front of your face."

"Stop it, you two! We're here for Harry!" The two boys sat down, glaring at each other. "Go on now, Harry."

"Thank you Hermione. I appreciate your concern, but he's not leaving me for a woman. I'm going to have to baby."

"WHAT!" All three shouted, jumping to their feet.

"Harry, you can't do that! There's to much at stake!"

"I know, Hermione. I've thought it through, and I want to do this."

"I can't believe he's letting you."

"He almost didn't, but I'm very persuasive. Look, please understand. Please."

Hermione looked him in the eye and saw how serious he was. Harry had always wanted a family. He was her best friend and she would support him no matter what. Ron coughed to gain everyone's attention.

"How is it possible? As far as I know, you aren't a woman."

"I don't really know myself. There's a potion that the werewolves developed for this exact thing, so Snape is making it."

"I can't believe he agreed to it," Draco said with a small laugh. " Hey listen, I have an uncle who had children with another man, I can get a hold of him, get some info for you if you'd like?"

"How can you support this?" Ron interrupted with a puzzled look on his face.

"He's our friend, Ron."

"That's no excuse. And you with your uncle… you just want to use him, give him to Voldemort!"

"Weasley, if you knew me at all, then you'd know better then to say that. And yes, my uncle, great uncle actually. Did it three times, so I think he'd have some advice for Harry."

"I don't believe you. You've all gone mad. My best friend is a freak, my girlfriend is being all buddy buddy with the ferret…. "

"I'm not a freak, Ron," Harry said quietly. Ron snorted at Harry's words, crossing is arms over his chest.

"And, I'm not you girlfriend."

"What?" Ron said in a dangerous tone.

"I'm not your girlfriend, haven't been for a while," Hermione, copying Ron's stance. "You haven't been there for me in weeks, and you've practically abandoned Harry. I just, I cant do this anymore."

"How dare you. Fine! I don't care. I don't need you anyway, either of you. I don't need a girl who won't put out anyway, you know it all…"

"That's quite enough Weasel," Draco interrupted, standing over Ron. Harry looked about ready to kill. What had happened to him? In the past few weeks his personality had completely changed. The Ron for last year would have never said such things. Sure he was a git when he was mad, saying things before thinking, but this was unforgivable.

"What are you going to do Malfoy. Hit me?"

"I think I might!"

Harry wrapping his arms around Hermione, who looked ready to cry. She rested her head on his shoulder and let out a deep sigh.

"Didn't they just have this argument ten minutes ago?" Harry asked quietly, while Hermione let out a week chuckle.

"I'd like to see you try!"

"You wouldn't be able to see it if it bit you in the face!"

"Oh yeah!

"Yeah!"

"That's enough!" Harry shouted. "I have had enough of this. Ron, if you don't like what I'm going to do with my life, then fine. You don't have to be a part of it. But I will not stand by and let you fight with Malfoy for defending Hermione. I want you out of here now. When you feel like having a calm conversation with me about all of this then come and see me."

"Yeah, that's not likely. A weasel have a conversation, that I'd like to see," Draco said ready to throw a punch, but what stopped by Hermione sliding her hand into his.

"Fuck you Malfoy. And Harry, I don't know why you're doing this, but you're not a freak. I'm sorry. I just need to clear my head. And Hermione, I meant what I said to you." And with that he left the room.

When the door closed, Draco ran to it, swung it open and screamed 'she wasn't giving it to you, because she was giving it to me. HA!' and slammed it shut again before Ron could get a word in edgewise. Hermione let out a heavy sigh and plopped down on the couch.

"Always have to have to last word, don't you Malfoy?"

Remus returned home after a long day of meetings, one of which was with Snape. The potion was complete, and ready to be used. He found Harry lying on the bed; face down, with a book near his head. Upon further inspection, it appeared that Harry was sleeping. As quietly as possible, he placed the potion bottle on the bedside table and removed his cloak. Remus quickly straddled Harry's waist, and began running his hands down his back, needing at the tense muscles.

"Mnnn…when did you get home?"

"About a minute ago. How was your day?"

"Horrid. Ron freaked out, Hermione dumped him, and Draco was himself. Did you see Snape?"

"Yeah…"

"And?"

"It's done, and sitting on the bedside table."

Harry rolled over so he was on his back; Remus on his stomach. Well, this was it. Now or never, really. Harry sat up and placed a kiss Remus' neck. He slowly undid the buttons of his lover's shirt, kissing the newly reveled flesh. Remus ran his hands through Harry's hair and down his back.

"We don't have to do this."

"But I want to. What do I have to know before we start this?"

"I was told to prepare you before you take it. Frey said that once you do, I wont bother much with it."

"Okay. Let's do this."

A half hour later found Harry face down, across Remus' lap; his ass in the air. He was to the breaking point; practically begging to be taken. He was covered in sweat; ready to hump whatever he came into contact with. He sat up and wrapped his legs around Remus' waist, grinding into him.

"I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

"Love, I'm ready to fuck you, potion or not," Harry said hotly into his lover's ear. "Why are you so apprehensive?"

"I don't like the idea of what this potion is going to do to me. I don't want to hurt you."

"You wont. I know you wont."

"Okay. Stand up."

Harry did as he was told, standing next to the bed in his birthday suit. Remus uncapped the potion and handed it over. Harry looked at it, swirled it in its bottle, and then gulped it down. Nothing happened at first, but then Harry shivered. His skin broke out in goose bumps. A chill ran down his spine, and his body broke into a sweat.

"Are you okay?" Remus asked nervously.

"Hmm, tastes like vanilla."

Remus watched in awe. His skin began to lose it color, and his hair and eyes began to intensify in theirs. His breathing became heavy and thick, and his limbs pliant. After a bought of the shivers Harry looked Remus in the eye and let out a breathy moan. That was Remus' undoing. He stepped towards his love and with one deep breath; a breath full of Harry, the change began to happen. Unlike the first time, this was quick. Harry didn't even see it coming. The next thing he knew, he was on the bed, upon hands and knees, Remus behind him.

Remus entered him quickly, causing Harry to gasp in surprise. Good thing he was prepared before hand, because the wolf left no time for adjustments. He stated thrusting quick and hard, and Harry held on for the ride. Remus had never been this way, yet Harry knew that if he needed to stop, they would. He couldn't hold back, he let himself get carried away in it all. Grabbing onto the bedposts, Harry started to push back, letting all vocals run rampant. He was rewarded by a strangled growl from behind. Remus eventually leaned forward, placing biting kisses along Harry's neck and spine. The thrusts were harder and harder, causing Harry to let out puffs of air.

"Oh…g…god. Rem…"

Harry was close, so close. And somehow, Remus knew. Harry was pulled up, so his back was flush with his lover's chest. He wrapped his arms around Remus' back and locked his hands together. The wolf grabbed his hips and held them steady and he thrust upwards. Harry turned his head to nuzzle and kiss Remus' neck. Surprisingly Remus nuzzled back. The brunet was screaming at the top of his lungs, so close it hurt. Remus captured Harry's lips in his, and that was his undoing. Harry screamed and came, arching into Remus. Then blacked out.

He awoke to Remus laying him on his back, licking his neck. He lightly patted his head, causing the wolf to look up. He smiled, and Remus smiled back, settling in between his legs.

It continued that way all night. Making love, then passing out. He was told that Remus wouldn't be able to stop until the potion was out of his system, and he was okay with that. His body had never been so satisfied in all his life. He was able to keep up for the first three rounds, round two being the most rambunctious. At one point, Harry flipped Remus onto his back and rode the orgasm out of the man, being able to hold his off until Remus was done.

The last time, Harry was on his stomach, to tired to move, moaning into his pillow. Remus seemed to be on over drive, going purely on instinct. After he came, he collapsed on Harry, gasping for air. He moved the sweaty hair off of his lover's neck and planted sated kisses, trying to sooth him to sleep. He lifted himself up and settled next to Harry.

"I love you Remie."

"Love you too."

"Are we done?"

"Yes, we're done," Remus said, scooting closer, kissing Harry's face.

"I think I'm good for one more go."

Remus started laughing, but before he could respond, Harry was dead asleep.

The next morning, Remus fused over Harry, not letting him out of bed until his entire body was checked over for any bruises or cuts. When Remus found one on the back of Harry's upper thigh, he apologized profusely. Harry saw no sense in this and explained that it happened during round two when, as Harry liked to call it, the Tour de Remus was taking place.

"It's a tab bit hard to avoid rutting into a hip bone or two. Really love, I think I'll survive."

They spent the next twenty-four hours in bed, kissing and cuddling, and waiting for the results. They were told that the first time might not impregnate Harry, seeing as it was all so foreign to his body. At midnight, the two ran into the bathroom the check the result of the test.

Severus Snape was sat at his desk grading papers when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

"I hope you brewed enough of the potion."

"Oh sweet mercy, Lupin!"