Chapter 6

The clearing was beautiful. Daisies and lavender surrounding the area. I walked to the edge of the forest and argued with myself whether or not to keep going. Before part of me could win the argument I felt something hot and sticky on my neck. It was someone breathing. Naturally, my own breath got caught in my throat. I turned around, bracing myself for the perpetrator. It was Jack. I gasped and just stared.

"When will you realize that you cannot escape me, darling?" He whispered menacingly in my ear. I thought of a defiant answer but before I could get the words out of my mouth he touched a finger to my lips.

"Don't speak. Dear, you want me and you're just playing this game so our love life will not get boring…" he smirked, "I assure you, it'll will never be boring." EW. The idea of him looking at me repulsed me to no end. I fought back the urge to gag, know that it would only this worse.

"Someone's extremely cocky at the moment." I spat. That's when he slapped me. Hard. I was taken aback. He'd been physical before but never like this. I tugged on my bottom lip with my teeth as my back hit the ground. This was going to be bad. Why the hell wasn't I fighting back? This wasn't like me at all. Stupid dreams-no where near how someone would act in real life.

"Don't you dare lie to me. I know about that other wolf. You liked it so much when he tried to hurt you last night, why wouldn't you love it when it came from me? You'll be mine one day. NOT HIS." He accused crouching to where I lay on the ground. He moved some of my hair out of my face. I looked into his eyes, I searched for some sort of emotion but there was nothing. 'Old' Jack was dead. I wasn't his everything anymore, I was a trophy. As soon as he got me, I'd be hanging by strings. I was going to be his to prove his Alpha status.

"Jack. I hate you. I hate you, Jack. All of you." I defied him once again. His eyes still held no emotion but his lips played out a smirk. He was smug. He took his finger and brushed it against my bottom lip, that's when I noticed how much it hurt. He looked at it for a second and looked at me then touched the spot of blood to his mouth. I had an idea that if he ever did get me, he'd make violence a regular thing. He cornered me onto the tree, hands on both sides of my head. This wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare.

"You might hate me now, but you won't soon." he whispered as he leaned in to capture my lips. I didn't respond and I just couldn't. The kiss was rough as he forced his tongue through my lips playing with my teeth. It almost seemed as though he wanted me to hate him. He finally realized the I wasn't going to go along with it and took his lips from mine to search my face. He looked extremely frustrated, coming back to my lips with an urgency. Once again, I didn't respond. He bit my lip hard, making more blood come out. He licked it as I whimpered. The cries for help some how served as encouragement to him. He kept going and took liberty to bite me more.

"Jack, stop. Jack." I cried. He glanced up for a second with a smirk-it was a confirmation to my earlier thought of continued violence. Damnit, I was not a rag doll! He went back to the painful "love" bites. I tried my best to push him away when someone grabbed him by the neck and threw Jack on the ground. I sighed in relief thank GODS someone had saved me, even if just for a few moments. Fighting started as Jack got a grip on what was really happening. There was growling and biting, almost as if two dogs were fighting. Hah…worse. It was two wolves. Jack looked back at me, probably trying to decide whether to grad me off then suddenly disappeared. I looked up at my savior and realized who it was as I sharply took in breath. Remus. He looked back at me and then disappeared, just as Jack had.

*End Dream*

I opened my eyes to the blaring sunshine coming from the window. Damn. I looked around and noticed Luna was out of bed. I decided to throw some pajama pants over my boy shorts and put my hair up into a top-knot. I hoped the everyone would be in their pj's as well, because I really didn't want to feel out of place. Any more then I already was, that is. I walked down the hall looking for any sign of my friends and walked into a shirtless Sirius. I looked up at his face as I took a step back.

"Hello, love" He smiled. It was friendly, not the stupid flirtatious smirk he had plastered on his face when I met him. I noticed his body was covered in nice tattoos. I cocked my head to the side and smiled.

I wonder if Remus has any?

PFF. You saw him shirtless, we should know. Unless…they're somewhere else. I shook my head slightly, I was certainly insane.

"Hey," I smiled, "so I'm not going to be the only one strutting sleepwear around here?" I asked, fighting back a yawn.

"Afraid not. You should go down to the kitchen though, dear, Molly will have a fit if you don't eat." He grinned before walking pass me. Hermione got lucky with that one, I'm sure he wouldn't try to get her to hate him.

'You forget,' I thought 'Sirius isn't a werewolf.' but it still didn't give him a right to tell me what I should do.

I smiled to myself before walking down the stairs into the kitchen. Molly smiled at me as she handed me a plate of pancakes. I grinned . Taking a seat next to Harry, I noticed that conversation was non-existent. I looked around and noticed everyone was staring at me. I sighed. "What is it now?" I asked. These people needed to learn to speak up.

"Well, Luna told us…" Hermione started slowly. Merlin only knows what Luna said. I giggled to myself and Ron raised an eyebrow.

"Luna told us that you had a bad dream this morning, something about that git, Jack." Ginny cut in. I smiled warily. I just nodded and went back to eating my pancakes. The silence was unsettling as I sat my fork down in frustration. I looked up to see everyone still staring up at me. I stared at everyone else for a while, purposefully never looking in Remus's direction and sighed.

"Fine, go ahead." I said. Everyone took in a deep breath.

"What happened?" I made eye contact with the werewolf near the end of the table. His gaze held something strange. I argued with myself with whether or not to tell the group of my dream. Near the end of story, Sirius had walked into the kitchen and took a seat next to Remus. I decided to go with my better judgement and revise who the hero was, instead stating his face and body were blurred.

"…it just seemed so real. I was horrified." I finished. Everyone stared at me, I assumed because my dreams were something straight out of a movie.

"That's because it was." Remus said stiffly, breaking the awkward silence. My mouth must have popped open because I could feel my mouth drying. I quickly felt a mouth lift my chin up and close the gaping whole. I looked over to see Luna smile slightly but here eyes looking somewhere out the wind. I smiled to myself, Luna was so adorable.

"Professor, if this is real how can she stop it?" Asked Harry. Molly had joined the listening party as she gave me a terrified glance. Remus started to shake his head but then Hermione interrupted.

"Heather's had got to sleep with someone." My face burned red, I thought my head would explode from the sudden rush of blood.

She continued, as seeing everyone's shock. In Sirius's case, glee. Molly looked scandalized. "Not like that, she's just has to sleep next to somebody. Preferably male." she admonished. Everyone's face turned to normal except for Sirius and Remus's.

Sirius was sitting back with his foot on the table, balancing on the back legs. I grinned.

"What?" He asked. My grin just got more mischievous.

"Minerva!" I yelled and he fell back. I went to stand over him as everyone laughed. "What was that for?" he pouted.

"Teach you not to put your foot on the table. Molly's got enough to worry about." I smiled as I walked back over to my seat. Sirius had positioned himself in the right way on the chair as Molly beamed.

Ron cleared his throat. "So uh…who's going to be sleeping next to Heather then?" I sighed, I had hoped to get away from this discussion.

"There's no question about it, Ronald. Honestly, you can be so thick about things sometimes." Ginny grinned. Everyone raised their eyebrow at her. "Remus."

I turned red once again and I saw Remus go pale.

"Absolutely not!" Molly hollered at Ginny. If I was her, I'd be afraid for my life. I giggled at her, before I realized how incriminating it looked. Like I wanted to be in my fiancé's bed. Which, under normal circumstances I would have. Everyone's attention was turned on my now.

"Sorry…not giggling about the situation…just about…Ginny." I murmured.

"S'alright, love. Plenty of woman have wanted to sleep 'next' to Remus before." Sirius grinned, patting the silent man's back. I took a brave step.

"I don't doubt it but I was giggling about something else entirely." I added.

"Sure you were." Ron smirked.

"Molly, she's right. It makes her all the more protected. Werewolves are territorial. If a regular human man can maybe block a werewolf's intrusion, could you imagine what a werewolf could stop another werewolf from doing?" said Hermione. In an aggravating 5 minutes I saw Molly change every shade of purple, red, and blue. Then she nodded.

"Well, go show her the room Remus. And help her move her things, too." she sighed as she grabbed my plate and emptied the remains into the trash. I'm glad I wasn't hungry anymore. I walked behind Remus up the stairs. He opened the door to the room and held it open for me to enter.

Such a gentleman. I smiled.

I'm sure he's anything but gentle. I frowned.

Shut up. Stop being lame, I don't want to think about sex at the moment.

Sure

He had noticed my frown and I cursed my self. I sat down crossed leg on the ground and he sat on the bed in the same manner. We looked at each other for a few minutes before he started to speak.

"There is a bathroom in through that door and I'll be sure to make space for your clothes." he smiled. It looked a bit forced. We looked at each other for another few minutes and then I broke our gaze to look down. I remember something vital about my dream and looked back up at him.

"If that was real then…" I muttered under my breath.

"Yes, I was." he sighed. Damn his werewolf enhanced skills.

"How?" I asked. He cleared his throat and looked around the room.

"Mooney, the wolf, he fancies you. He knows what you feel and in some cases he can hear what you're thinking. He knew his-and forgive me, this is Mooney's way of thinking- territory was being intruded on. He was how I got in, to protect you." he smiled weakly.

"Oh." I scratched an invisible stain on the carpet.

"I'm sorry, you know." I whispered, knowing he could hear me perfectly well. He looked at me.

"What in the bloody hell do you have to be sorry for?" His tone became aggressive and I just stared at him.

"I'm sorry that you're stuck with someone with so much baggage." I forced a lump down my throat, there was no way he was going to see me cry. I didn't want to see him feel sorry for me, that would be too much. He walked towards the door and just stared me down,

"Baggage?" He snorted before reaching for the door knob. I got up and placed my back on the door not to let him out.

"You'll do best to get out of my way." he whispered in my ear as I fought back shivers. It wasn't natural to respond this way to hostility.

"Nope. Sorry, dear sir, I'm extremely tired of our conversations ending like this. Now we're going to fix whatever this problem is before you leave this room." I insisted, still standing against the door. He looked at me pleading.

"If you don't let my leave, there will be a problem!" He gritted through his teeth.

"It's not that easy. You're extremely to argumentative with me and I'm sick of it." He smirked. He leaned into me and I wanted to scream. I couldn't give into liking someone who was so harsh with me, but gods did that smirk make me melt.

"Not likely, my dear," his arms on either side of my head, breath hot against my mouth.

"Excuse me?" I choked out. My attitude was giving it all away, the way my breath got uneven with simple contact.

"Oh, don't act like I don't know, witch. You enjoy it when I'm hostile, Mooney told me." he smirked even more, if it was possible. He put a hand up to my cheek, caressing it. "I know what a simple touch does. Frankly, I enjoy you're reactions. How much you want me. Don't try to deny it either, you should know that werewolves can sense how one is feeling. I can smell it." He whispered against my neck. He'd been hovering his lips there for a while. I gulped, why was he doing this to me? He brought his face up to mine and just stared into me, smirk no longer eminent. His smirk came back and he picked my up by my shoulders and moved me behind him and opened his…our door. Before he completely shut the door he opened it back up and I braced myself for his mood swings again.

"Can't wait for wedding night." he smirked and he was gone. I just sunk down to the floor and thought about everything that had just happened.