DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline, all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. Glorioux

This is the T version of this chapter. There is an M version of this chapter under Malfoys and their Mates- Original.

A/n I decided to left this chapter in. It is relevant. Now that I have finished with several stories, I will work on this one. The kids will go to Hogwarts, but this is not a re-write of HP. This is about the Malfoy and how meeting Draco's Mate changed all their lives and the lives of the Wizarding World. There are some big surprises coming up.

INTERLUDE

Lucius heard a pop and Grant did as well. Grant had a terrible sense of foreboding.

It was Axel, " Sorries Master, Mister Moody be saying you must come"

Lucius left immediately and promised to be right back.

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Remus and Elly- A romantic interlude. Or One sneaky wolf.

Remus accompanied Elly to check on the children while they waited for Lucius. He still could not believe she had invited him for a drink at her home. He needed to tell her about Moony before this went any further. He was afraid it would be the end. His luck couldn't be changing this much and was still afraid of the rug being pulled from under him.

Elly could not wait to get Remus alone. Maddy's attention had exacerbated her desire. She felt wanton and needy and just didn't care. To think that she turned men down in almost monthly basis, her dates were rare and far in between, except for Evan's friend. The reason was simple, her dates assumed that she was desperate for male companion, more specifically shagging, and the dates would turn into a wrestling match.

It was always the same, after a drink, a dinner, or a show, they insinuated their parts against her. She wasn't that desperate, as matter of fact she was worried that she would never like sex again, wrong, very wrong. Presently the idea of sex was pervasive, well sex with Remus. Ok, her mind was full with that and the children.

The day after Harry's rescue, she tried to figure out how to see him again the same day. It felt as they had met weeks ago, not just a few days.

Remus wished Sirius was not passed out. Paul told him to let him sleep and rest. He needed Sirius advice, he felt tempted to ask Rabastan, but never, ever, Snivelus.

As soon as they were walking along the hallways, he grabbed her hand, not even thinking, and not even aware, he brought it to his lips and gave her a small kiss on her wrist. He was not paying attention, and was not even aware of her reaction when he asked, "How many rooms? I thought Grant and Jeanie's home was large."

A smart wolf was controlling Remus without making any noise. Remus walked closer to her, and took one deep sniff, heaven, he thought. The wolf had noticed a change in Remus earlier today, and Moony had the feeling that he could now come out at any time. He had felt it since this morning. He was Remus, and Remus was Moony. He was itching to try, but Remus would stop him.

She laughed, gods he loved her hearty laugh.

He heard her answer after a moment; his mind was hazy, "Not sure of the number of rooms. The house is open for tours to help pay for the grounds' upkeep, and I am sure it is in one of the brochures. I don't want to exaggerate but there were times when over 200 guests stayed here for several days, during a celebration or a wedding, not certain; I am not sure if all slept here or at the other estate's homes."

She was looking at him as they talked; he was so beautiful, what had happened to his deep scars? He had some before this day. She should ask, later, she would ask later.

"You were saying?" asked Remus, a little uncomfortable under her scrutiny. He was fast loosing control. He wanted to shag her, yes, he did.

"There are entire sections that stay closed. Some areas are only opened the public during viewing days." Remus wanted to ask what were viewing days, but bit his tongue. She had stopped to wait for a question that didn't come.

She looked at him, Merlin, if she looked at him just one more time, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

He brought her hand to his lips once more, Moony sniffed it several times, while pretending to be giving her feather kisses, he wanted to taste her skin but Remus would notice, his human had to be guided with extreme cunning and stealth. He didn't know what was good for him. This female was perfect, he need to taste her, and well, taste her.

Elly was having really hard time breathing; she cleared her throat and continued.

"We were all 'advanced' one of the homes. I have a London flat, hardly a flat, a town house and a summer home near Edinburg. My parents begged me to move here with them so they could help with the children; or, if I wanted more independence, in the Dowager's home or the Vicar's home. But I do not want to lose the little freedom that I have."

His next question, he wished that he hadn't asked, "Why do you work, it doean't appear as if you would need to."

She laughed again, "For the same reason, freedom, and I want to have a social life that I would lack here. My parents asked the same question, so I work 2 ½ days per week. Frankie and Evie stay here during the day, and I pick them up in the evening time, their Nurse is here with them."

"Are you seeing someone?" Dumb, dumb, dumb, Remus chided himself. First, he challenged her independence by asking her why she worked, and it sounded as if he was inquiring into her finances. And, now, he was giving her the third degree. He tried to let go of her hand, and she held on to it firmly. She could feel his embarrassment and his guilt. What was up with this sweet wizard, he was too sweet, and sexy, don't forget sexy. Her body sure wasn't overlooking his appeal.

"I hope that I am seeing you?" She flirted and squeezed his hand. Remus hadn't even noticed that he still held her hand, Moony had bamboozled him. He now remembered the kissing and sniffing. "Behave there, or I will ask Snape, we are even friends now, he can give me so much Wolfsbane potion you are out." He told Moony in his brain.

This is when she brought his hand to her cheek, pressed her face against it closing her eyes, and breathing his wonderful smell. He smelled clean, no colognes, he used a citrus scented soap, god this man was sexy. If she had not shagged him come tomorrow she would die.

All of a sudden, breathing became unbearable, as if air had been extracted from the hallway. They stopped talking and looked at each other. Remus knew they were at least a normal house length away from the large drawing room. He looked for a nearby place, a place where to move away from the hall traffic.

Elly, as if reading his mind, pulled him along into an alcove with a round cathedral window and a small sofa, the later in a very small sitting area in a recessed niche. The recesses were unseen from the hall, one on each side of the window, next to the sofa there were a few books and someone's knitting.

They stopped by the window, he stood behind her; she was around 5' 8", (1.73 meter), but Remus was a good 5" inches taller and could see over her head. He wanted to hold her close to him. This was not him, what was wrong; she was way above his reach. Nevertheless, all he had the pressing need to kiss her and never stop. Merlin, he wanted to make her his.

Instead, he looked outside for a moment, trying to gather his wits to no avail. From this window, he could see a large pool, a tennis court, and the gardens. There were three large hunting dogs regally sitting on the grass right below. He didn't belong here; face it she was just not for him.

The gardens and the field beyond the manor, fountains, huge stables, this was bigger than the Malfoy Manor, or it seemed that way. He needed to be a gentleman and walk away.

As if she sensed his reluctance, she backed up onto him. She wanted to grind her bum against him, to drive him crazy, but something stopped her. She could feel the heat emanated from his body.

She had turned around facing him, and the awareness of her closeness became very real.

The sunlight was right behind her, holding her hands he moved backward, he wanted to look at her. The scene had taken the air of a dream.

"You are so beautiful, I want to pinch myself to make sure I am awake and here with you," his right hand was free and gingerly touched her flaxen short curls. The sunlight made them appear even blonder as they framed her face, resembling twists of spooled gold.

His fingers circled one ear, and he closed his eyes, to learn the shape, the feel. Their breathing was labored. Her body was been awoken in ways only Evan could do, and in other ways nobody had ever done before.

"Your ear is so tiny, and a little pointed. Pixie ears you have, the same than Healer Pixie," he chuckled, I will tell you later. He touched the tip of her ear. His chuckle was husky and sent desire flowing along her veins.

From her nerve filled ear tip, the desire pulsated. The magic in both of them combined made the desire even greater.

The fingers continued 'learning' her face, but before he got a little closer, his wolf wanted to smell, he leaned closer and inhaled her scent. At this point his breath hitched twice, and a little wolfish whimper was heard, "My Eleanor, my sweet lady, oh Elly," his voice rough, his mouth dry. He licked his lips. He was one second away from panting like a dog.

Elly was on fire, she had never heard that sound before, or maybe but where? Her eyes were hooded, she wanted to keep her eyes on this man with the nature of a predator, she could feel a dual nature, was he a shape-shifter of sorts? She hoped so, it sounded very dangerous and sexy.

Were shifters real or only a legend? If real, what was he, a werewolf, a dragon, a vampire? One of them, she was sure of that, at school they said there were such things, and Evan had told her he knew a werewolf.

He traced her forehead and touched her eyebrows gingerly, slowly, and thoroughly. His fingers were long and tapered. Although, his hands were beautiful, they were a little rough, not gentleman's hands; hands that had experienced hard work and were powerful, yet so gentle.

"You are beautiful, what fine bone structure, your skin is so soft and warm. Feels like peach skin, my peach. One must wonder if you taste like one," He looked at her, her eyes were closed, her lips partly opened. His eyes traveled down, her chest was raising and falling.

He just wanted to touch her all over, to make her all his. He wanted what all his Marauder friends had, what came so easy to them. She inspired him as no one had ever before.

"Your lips, they are so perfect, lucky the wizard who has touched them," his eyes could not move away from her lips, his fingers traced them, her tongue darted out to touch her lips and barely reached his fingers. He could smell her; a scent so glorious had never reached his senses before.

"Elly, Elly," he kept saying.

She brought her body closer, she was feeling unnaturally shy. With other men, wizards, she was not afraid of being forward; at least that was the case before Evan. She wasn't sure why, but she wanted him to make the first move.

"Eleanor," he whispered, "may I kiss you? I am not muc—," before he could say some nonsense, she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, and he lowered his face and pressed his lips against hers. He wanted to be gentle, to savor her; and also to control Moony' desires to posses her, to bite her, to lick her, to make her his.

If he closed his eyes long enough, he could see her writhing with pleasure under him, but he wanted to take his time. She was very special, and he wanted to do right by her.

His lips gently rubbed against hers, and her taste awoke whatever senses were still dormant.

The entire world around them had ceased to exist. They stopped kissing, and just breathed each other, breaths mingling, and just then, all his senses were full of her. He gave her heart and soul to her in that very instant; a fact he would later realize.

He could feel each curve, the gentle tuck of her waist, her slender bones, her soft breasts pressed against him, he lowered his hands, feeling the gentle curve of her back, a dip, a valley, his hands weren't pressing hard.

He brought one of his hands to her front, slowly started up from her waist, his fingers could feel the heat coming out her body, the silk texture of an undergarment, oh gods, he let his fingers slowly creep on her front, and the other hand slowly climbing the upward curve of her bum. Her hands caressed his face, his ears, touched his lips; she did not want slowly, she wanted faster and more.

His lips pressed harder, he probed with his tongue, it explored her mouth, and hers was doing the same. He licked and nipped gently, he didn't want to loose control, he was afraid of the consequences. He could hear her blood flow.

He bit her a little harder. He didn't realize his subtle body changes, neither that she was his mate. He thought it was a myth, how wrong he was. However, he was still in control, and his lips found hers once more in urgent and frenzied kissing. He was losing a battle.

They were no longer kissing, their mouths together, just breathing each other's air; her leg wrapped around his thigh. His head dropped back, and he hissed. "So soft, so warm, Eleanor, what are you doing to me?" His voice strangled full of passion, of want.

She kissed him again, wanting to lose herself in this cloud of need. Her hands had found their way under his jumper and were pulling the tucked in shirt.

He let go off her mouth, to learn her face with his mouth; he started by the ear, kissed, sniffed, licked, and whimpered; "I want you, Eleanor, I need you." He cried, his breathing coming out in spurts.

"I do too, but not here," she said that as she pulled him toward the window, but her resolution gave away, her room seemed to far away..

He felt the same, and growled, "Elly quit it, I cannot, please." That is what he said, but he wouldn't stop.

They both moaned and groaned in need. Her legs trembling, her Merlin, he needed to pull away, but she wouldn't relent. He wanted to tear her clothes, to consume her. Moony wanted to howl.

"Elly help me, we cannot, oh Gods, please," his teeth were elongating; he felt the wild need to mark this woman he hardly knew.

MINE, MINE! Moony was roaring. Remus blamed it on the full moon just a day or two before, he wanted to mate; both the wolf and the wizard wanted this woman and her pups to be theirs.

Do it human, she is yours. Damn it, do it, we need her. His mouth was close to the crook of her neck. Her warm blood, the hormone and pheromone laden blood. Damn clothes, take them off. His wand, where was his wand?

"Elly, my witch, oh love." He cried. She had to be the most beautiful sight even on his entire life. He was reminded of the old Sithe pictures, her beauty was exquisite, and she was his.

Oh gods, all rationality was gone.

A flock of birds flew by, geese by the sound of them, and the hunting dogs went crazy outside. Through the haze of passion, Remus the man recognized that Moony, the beast, was nearly in control. What the hell? Some minutes later Remus was in awe.

This had never happened before, he was sure his eyes were no longer blue. He looked at Elly; her face was beautiful, mouth semi-opened and her lips full and plump from kissing. So he willed his fangs to retract. Fangs, how could his fangs be out? He pulled his hips a tad away from her, she protested, and pulled him towards her with her feet.

"Naughty girl, this is not the time or the place, they will be sending someone," he could hardly speak; his voice was raspy and husky. "Tonight, let's wait, and let's do this properly? What do you say?" His fingers still shaky, threaded through her hair, and gently caressed her face.

"No, they won't miss us," she chuckled softly and leaned her face onto his. Both played with each other's hair, rubbed their cheeks, both made an effort to come down from their high.

"Remus, you look as if you are feeling guilty, don't, I wanted this, I have wanted you since I first met you. What happened to your scars? I can hardly see them." She wondered, as she traced the scars gingerly. Her fingers sent lust signals firing up the cauldron of lust once more.

"The Pixies," he said already losing control once more.

"Pixies, are you pulling my leg?" Elly laughed a crystalline laugh, like chimes, she sounded like the Healer Pixie.

"I swear upon my honor," he looked mischievous. As he pulled away from temptation.

"I swear that I was healed by a Healer Pixie and her two assistants, Shadow and Light."

"Yup, and pigs will fly," she admonished him, "Really tell me." She begged and knew he wouldn't tell her, at least not until he was ready. She would check with Grant, but was afraid to sound foolish.

They laughed, still hot and bothered. All was well, both wanted to wait for their time alone and for the promise of tomorrows, they walked towards the children's room, holding hands.

"Remus, Elly, stop, we must get the kids, there is a problem." It was Serpens, and he was coming with Paul. Both looked pale, what had happened?

Next time: Hard and fast decisions must be made, everyone's life is about to take as turn into the unknown.

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