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A/N: I'm starting to run out of Outline! Oh noes!
Remus' self control was starting to waver as he had to restrain her again, holding her away from him. He didn't realize how forcefully he was pushing her away until they both stopped when her body hit the wall. He was snapped out of his agressiveness, but slightly wary that he couldn't push her further away.
"We would both regret this for 25 days out of the month," he finally told her. He watched her face as it fell, that feeling of hurt he had predicted coming out.
"Aren't these 3 worth it?" she asked quietly.
"They wouldn't be for you," he simply told her.
Hermione tore out of his grip, tears stinging her eyes. She brushed passed him and looked over her shoulder at his back and shouted," Then you don't know ANYTHING!" She opened his door and ran into the night. She ran straight ahead onto the road. She didn't care where she was going, as long as it was away from him.
She was vaguely aware of the foot falls behind her, and she knew just from the sound they were catching up with her. For the first time in her life she was cursing her lack of athletic ability. A stitch was already forming in her side, but her legs wouldn't slow for one second, afraid he would catch her.
Remus finally caught her, wrapping his arms around her to pin her own to her side. He stopped their running, holding her tight so she couldn't break free. They stood there together like that for at least a minute, standing in the middle of the street to catch their breath.
"You have to control this," he whispered in her ear.
Hermione felt involuntary shivers run down her spine as his breath caressed her ear. Even though she knew he didn't want her, her body was still reacting to the mere closeness of his. Her brain screamed for common sense to take back over and turn off everything she felt, everything she knew was wrong and she would never have.
She suddenly had the urge to just remove the problem. Remove herself from his grip and never be near him again. She began to struggle in his arms, trying to work her arms free of the tight hold he had on her. She put all her weight down and tried to throw him off her, but she knew it was a pointless effort before she even attempted it. She tried everything she could, including slamming her head backwards, hoping it would meet his. She knew he was anticipating something like that and her head was thankful he had.
When she was out of breath again she let her body slump against his, letting him hold all her weight. She couldn't run from it, she couldn't fight it, she couldn't resist it, and she couldn't have it.
"I don't want to live like this," she said almost too softly to hear. If he hadn't been a werewolf, he wouldn't have been able to.
Remus unwrapped his arms around the dejected girl and let her fall into his embrace, scooping her off the ground. He made his way back to his house, letting her silently cry into his chest. Every sob she let out, every sniffle caused a shard of pain to rip through his heart. It wasn't his fault she was in this situation, but he felt responsible nonetheless.
By the time they reached his dwelling she had already cried herself into a half sleep. He walked right in, the door still open. He had been too occupied to bother closing it in his haste to catch the girl that was now in his arms.
He walked upstairs and laid her down on his bed, hoping he was gentle enough not to wake her. And when she opened her eyes as he stood up he knew his luck wasn't that good.
"Lay with me?" she asked, pleading him with her entire being. She needed his comfort, his presence to calm her.
"I don't think-"
"Please," she begged, tears leaking from her eyes again. "You don't have to touch me. Just lay with me."
When Remus sighed and ran his hand through his hair, she knew he would. She smiled up at him before he walked around to the other side of the bed. She heard the thunk of his shoes hit the floor before his weight settled on the bed.
She didn't even turn around to look at him as she felt him lay down behind her. If she did, she was liable to pounce him like every nerve in her body wanted to do. She just closed her eyes and tried to even out her breathing. She soon fell into a fitful sleep, dreaming of something just out of her range, its silhouette taunting her in the distance.
Hermione woke up with a start, not remembering where she was for a moment. Then her head turned and she saw the still sleeping form of Remus on the other side of the bed. He was a gentleman. He hadn't touched her the entire night, damn him.
She walked quietly out of the room, made her way down the stairs and floo'd back to the Burrow. She made her way stealthely past the kitchen where she heard Mrs. Weasley cooking breakfast. As she passed it she darted upstairs into the room she shared with Ginny and laid down in her makeshift bed. She barely had her eyes closed when she heard the thud of someone tripping on the stairs, followed by a muffled curse.
She only had to wait a second before she heard knocking on her door. Ginny just groaned and turned to face away from the door. Hermione got up and cracked the door, trying to look like she was just woken up.
"Whaddya want?" she asked, punctuated by a yawn.
"Get up, breakfast," mumbled a still groggy Ron. Although he wasn't too groggy to notice the still barely clothed Hermione. As she watched his eyes rake over her she realized that Ron was checking her out.
Now, under normal circumstances she would have been shouting from the roof tops that he had noticed she was female. But instead, she was feeling a bit violated. She bit her tongue before she said some smart ass comment. When had she stopped wanting him? When had her crush on him disappeared?
Hermione's thoughts turned to Remus, the only one on her mind lately. Oh yeah, she reminded herself. That ass!
"Fine, we'll be down in a few."
And thus began the abhorrent task of dragging a very disgruntled Ginny out of bed. But we don't want to bore you with the details of that. Just know that Hermione almost sported a black eye to the breakfast table.
Hermione settled for a light breakfast, her stomach churning at the fact she had to actually turn that evening. Her eyes moved to the door as Remus walked in. He didn't even look her way as he greeted a still busy Molly Weasley.
With a 'hmph' Hermione stood up and exited the kitchen to be away from his presence. And much to her dismay, his smell still lingered on her and nothing short of showering and spraying herself with copious amounts of perfume would get rid of it.
Much to Hermione's annoyance Remus stayed in the Order HQ all day, meeting with Arthur before he went to work and then with McGonagall. Every time she had to pass within his proximity she would grit her teeth in agitation and relieve herself of his presence at the first possible moment.
If he noticed he didn't say anything, nor did he make any move to find out why. Although, she thought to herself, last night's actions would be enough of a reason for him to not want to be within a 100 mile radius of her.
She nervously watched the clock. For once it was going too fast and she willed it to stop. She cursed under her breath as the clock chimed and she knew it was time to make her way to Remus' house. It was only half an hour to sunset and her body was starting to get a bit uncomfortable, and that in and of itself made her queasy.
Hermione was thankful for small miracles when she didn't see Remus in the kitchen as she walked in the back door, leaving it open for a hasty retreat. She walked over to the cauldron with the potion in it, wrinkling her nose at the odor it was giving off.
That made her think of her duty to still be here to make it. She sighed. If it didn't have to be made each month she would have stayed an entire month to make enough to last him the rest of his damnedable days so she wouldn't have to be in his presence ever again.
Her feet paced the floor as she started to grow more and more uncomfortable in her own skin. She tugged on the collar of her shirt, suddenly aware of how tight it had become around her throat. Without thinking, she pulled it over her head, followed quicky by her sandals and pants.
Hermione looked down to see her nails starting to come to a point and panicked. She removed her bra and panties before running out the open backdoor, slamming it shut behind her.
After that her body fell to the ground, pulsing and convulsing as her skin was ripped open and a werewolf stepped out.
A howl ripped from her throat, her body stretching out in the warm summer night air. It felt nice to finally be free. She inhaled deeply, catching a familiar scent on the air. It was him.
Now very alert, she turned and ran in the direction it was coming from.
Author Babble:
Poor Hermione, rejected by a werewolf. When will he ever learn?