Inside the room, Remus and Hermione were talking and working through some problems. Remus was still shocked that Hermione had worked out that he was a werewolf. Hermione rubbed the back of her neck and shoulders and tried stretching it.

"What's the matter? Sore neck?"

"Yeah, just a lot of stress."

"Maybe I coud rub it for you, my mum always did say I had magic fingers. I would rub her neck and arms whenever her arthritis would act up." Remus had the girl sit in front of him on the bed and began to rub the knotted and tensed muscles.

Hermione thought she was in heaven. Remus really did have magic fingers. She could feel the tension and stress melting away. Then she did something she had not meant to or even realized she did. She let out a deep satisified moan.

Any other time this would have been taken in context, but it was less than a week away from the full moon and Remus felt the moan reverberate through his nether regions. He shifted himself so his pants weren't pinching him and continued to rub her neck and back.

Hermione layed herself down on the bed on her stomach and took her shirt off.

Remus stopped for a moment and stared at her bare back. She wasn't wearing a bra and her skin looked so smooth and creamy. He unconsciously licked his lips and breathed in deeply. When Hermione turned and looked at him curiously, he quickly rubbed his hands together, making it look like he was getting them warmed up. He placed his warm hands on her back and she relaxed again.

He had been rubbing her soft skin and listening to her moan for almost 10 minutes now and he couldn't take it anymore. Moony was fighting to come out and each sound she made and each touch he made, Remus was losing the battle against him.

"Look at that soft skin, I know we want to taste it, why deny us? Breathe in deep Remus, can you smell her? Exquisite! She is laying on this bed, waiting for us to take her; stop being rational. If you don't take her now, I will on the next full moon. I will find her, even with your friends to stop me, I will find her, she will be ours. You can try and hide her, but I have memorized her scent. Do you want to make her ours or do you want me to? No matter what you think, she will be ours."

Remus fought with Moony. "She is too good for us. I will not let you take her. You won't stop at just taking her, you will mark her as your mate."

"Stop being so self righteous, you will do the same thing. You will mark her, so everyone will know that she is ours. I am a part of you, just as you are a part of me. There is no separation between us. You may be the man and I may be the beast, but we both desire her and want her only for us. What will it be? Will she be our human lover and mate or our werewolf one?"

"You wouldn't dare change her!"

"Try me! Choose, Remus, or I will." With that, Moony was silent once again.

Remus heard a noise on the bed and a very groggy Hermione sat up. He realized she must have fallen asleep while he was rubbing her back. Now she was sitting up with her shirt off and her beautiful breasts out in the open for him to see. He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath in.

"Remus? I must have fallen asleep." Hermione then noticed the cold on her chest and looked down at her exposed chest.

"I am so sorry, Remus!" She quickly grabbed her shirt and threw it on. When she looked at Remus again, he leaned into her and placed his lips on hers. She felt a tingling go from the top of her head all the way down to her toes and she moaned into his mouth.

He pressed her down to the bed and she could feel something hard against her thigh. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him in tighter. She shifted her legs and he fell between them. He left her lips and moved down to her neck, licking and nipping. When he hit a particularly sensitive spot right below her ear, her hips rolled up and he could feel the heat between her legs rubbing his very hard erection. This sensation caused Hermione to roll her hips again; his hard member between her legs felt so good.

At this point, Remus snapped. He started grinding into her and working his way down her body. The blasted clothes were in his way, so he ripped them off. Hermione was getting excited; this was so unlike Remus, but she supposed it was part of the beast in him. The things he was doing to her, she could feel herself getting even more wet.

Remus smelled this too and bent down so his face was between her legs. One lick all the way up her slit was not enough for him. Once he tasted her, he was addicted. She was making the most beautiful noises and she just kept getting wetter the more he licked.

Hermione could feel his tongue slide into her and when he found his pace he started to curl it upwards, hitting her g-spot. She nearly screamed when he hit it the first time and when he kept doing it, she lost all coherent thought.

He could feel her hands pulling his hair hard, and that only egged him on to continue. He felt her legs starting to shake and then a warm gush of sweet liquid filled his mouth. He drank it down and could only compare it to ambroisa. He knew he had to mark her; the need was overwhelming.

"Hermione, I want to mark you, but if you don't want me to tell me now and I will stop."

"Please, Remus, I want you to."

"Do you know what you are asking? I will bite you and leave a mark on your skin. From now on everyone will know you belong to me. No one will be able to touch you without experiencing my wrath. You will not be able to take any other lovers without me killing them. You will be scented. Other werewolves will be able to smell that you are mine. You could also turn into a werewolf. You may not, because I am in my human form, but there is always a possibility. For the rest of your life, while I am alive, you will be mine."

"Where will you bite me?"

"To mark you as my mate, I have to bite you in an intimate place; right here." He pointed to her inner thigh, right where her leg met with her body. "It will also hurt a lot and will take a long time to heal. You will have a scar there for the rest of your life. Please be sure this is what you really want. Once I do this, there is no turning back. I will even look for you when I am in my werewolf form."

"Does this mean we will...you know, while you're a werewolf?"

"If I find you, yes. If I mark you and I find you and anyone tries to stop me from mating with you, I will kill them. That is my nature. Can you live the rest of your life with only me as your lover and me possibly killing all others?"

Hermione thought for a moment before she looked straight into Remus' eyes and said, "Yes, I have never been more sure in my life."

Remus growled and kissed her roughly. He once again found himself between her legs.

"Are you ready? This will hurt, probably worse than you've ever felt before."

"Just do it already, make me yours!"

Remus felt his canines growing in his mouth and he sank them into her soft flesh and Hermione let out a piercing scream. She did the natural thing and tried to struggle away from the thing that was causing her pain. Remus' teeth stayed sunk in her skin and he reached up with his hands and pinned her to the bed to cease her struggling. Finally he felt her stop and she relaxed. He sat up and saw that she had passed out. Then he saw the blood running down between her legs and onto the bed. "My gods, what have I done?" he though to himself. He quickly covered her body and picked her up, running all the way to the hospital wing. Once inside, he screamed for Madame Pomfrey and she came running out of her office.

"Goodness boy, what's all the fuss?"

"I bit her."

"WHAT?"

"I said, I bit her. She's still bleeding. Please help her."

"I'll do my best, I think it would be best if you went and got the headmaster right away." Madame Pomfrey could have easily floo'd Professor Dumbledore, but the poor boy really needed a distraction.

"Before you go, where did you bite her?"

Remus walked up to the bed and pointed between her legs. Madame Pomfrey nodded her head and shooed him out. If he bit this girl where she thought he did, it could only mean one thing. She cleaned the girls wounds and gave her a potion to help the blood clot; she then gave her another to help with the pain. She knew there was nothing she could give the poor girl to help with the healing. That would happen on its own, in its own time. Albus and Remus came bursting through the doors and ran to the girl's bed.

"Poppy, Remus has told me a very interesting tale. How is she?"

"She is resting now. I have done all can for her. She will be fine, but she will have a scar there." They closed the curtains around Hermione's bed and Remus could hear them whispering. He heard the sheets rustle and then Professor Dumbledore say, "Oh my!" Remus was getting really nervous. They could expell him for this, and then what would he do? He wanted to be near Hermione. He started to get agitated; they were keeping him away from her. Just then the two adults stepped out and Remus stepped forward. He could see Hermione laying on the bed, sleeping peacefully.

"I will get my stuff packed right away, sir, and be gone before morning."

"Why ever would you do a thing like that, dear boy?"

"I knowingly bit another student, sir. She could turn into a werewolf. I might have made her into a monster, just like me."

"I don't think you did it maliciously, did you?" Remus shook his head. "In fact, looking at the wound and where it is at, I say it was done for the complete opposite reason. I do need to ask you a couple of questions, though." Remus nodded his head this time.

"Do you truly love her?"

Remus looked straight into Professor Dumbledore's eyes and answered confidently. "With all of my heart, sir."

"Very, very good. Secondly, did you tell her all that this could and will entail?"

"I explained everything to her, sir."

"Last question and most importantly, did she make this decision or did you?" Remus went to answer, but Professor Dumbledore held up his hand and continued, "If she made it, you will be very happy together, if you made it, then you know she will hate you and never want to be near you, while you will long only for her. You would in effect be in hell for the rest of your life." Professor Dumbledore stopped and waited for Remus.

"It was my decision, sir. Completely my decision. In fact, I had to beg him to do it," the voice from the bed answered. Both men spun around to look at Hermione trying to sit up in the bed. Remus rushed to her side and hugged her. She felt like she was meant to be there. Professor Dumbledore smiled at the couple and watched as Remus snuggled into bed with Hermione. Madame Pomfrey came out of her office when she heard Hermione talking. Seeing the couple in the bed she started to berate Remus. Professor Dumbledore held up his hand again and motioned for her to follow him.

"Poppy, I think it would be best if we let them be."

"Albus, he is lying with her in the bed."

"Poppy, she is his. He has marked her and both of us know what that means. I will inform Minerva and make new arrangements for their sleeping situation. It will be hard to explain why two students of the opposite sex are sleeping in the same room from now on."

"Why do they have to sleep in the same room, Albus? Can't they just see each other each morning?"

"If Remus thinks for any reason that Hermione is in trouble or that another male is trying to get her, he will kill, Poppy, regardless if he is a werewolf or not. That is another problem we must address. When he changes, he will stop at nothing to find her. He knows her scent now and has also marked her with his scent. His friends need to be told, otherwise their lives could be in danger. If they are together all the time, except on the full moon, then he will be more calm."

"What do we do on the full moon?"

"We get her as far away from the castle as possible. Like I said, if he finds her, there will be only two things he will know. One, she is his mate and two, anyone else around is competition."

"Oh, Merlin!"

"I will go and inform Minerva immediatley; please call me when Hermione is ready to leave the hospital wing."

Professor Dumbledore walked down the hall and stopped in front of the painting of Cathal the Fierce, a vicious Highland warrior. He always chuckled at Minerva's choice of guardian for her entrance. He knocked and waited for her to answer. She opened the door and stepped back, letting him enter. Half and hour later, he stepped back out and gave her a small smile of comfort.

"Don't fret, Minerva, all will be well. It will work out and I truly believe it was meant to be." He walked back to his own room and set to working on the new arrangements.

In the hosptial wing, Remus kept saying over and over how sorry he was.

"Remus, if you don't shut up with the sorry's, I will give you something to be sorry about. I wanted this, I asked for it, I would do it again a thousand times over. So quit with the martyr act and kiss me!" Remus chuckled and gladly obeyed. He and Hermione settled down to sleep for the night, still tightly holding on to one another.

The morning sun shone through the windows and onto the sleeping couple. They blinked and slowly opened their eyes. Looking at one another, they smiled and started to kiss. Madame Pomfrey came in and interupted their snogging session.

"Time to check you, my dear." Remus gave a low growl, his eyes flashed yellow and he looked like he wanted to kill. Madame Pomfrey looked slightly shocked and took a step back. Hermione looked at Remus and gave him a smack on the arm.

"Remus, apologize!"

Remus looked ashamed for what he had just done and apologized to Madame Pomfrey.

"Mr. Lupin, it is quite alright. It was my fault for interrupting you; I should have known better. You were only reacting naturally. Do not feel bad." The mediwitch proceeded to examine Hermione while Remus watched on intently, making sure she was doing nothing to Hermione that she or he did not like.

Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall had seen the whole thing and Minerva was slightly shocked at Remus' behavior. He was always such an intelligent, quiet student, never giving anyone any trouble, but he was also a werewolf. A vicious beast wrapped in a shell of a mild-mannered, caring man. She knew he was always going to be this protective of Hermione from now on.

When Poppy was finished she signalled to the two professors to join them.

"How are you, my dear? You gave your poor grandfather quite a scare."

Remus' eyes bulged out, "Gr...grandfather?"

"Why yes, my boy. I did have a child, you know, and she had a child, thus myself having grandchildren, more specifically a granddaughter." Hermione reached over and gave her grandfather a hug and could feel her tears welling up at him calling her his granddaughter.

Remus took it all in. He had just condemned Albus Dumbledore's granddaughter to a life with a beast. He rubbed his face on his hands and wanted to run. He felt a soft warm hand on his arm and looked to see both Hermione and Professor Dumbledore smiling at him.

Professor Dumbledore wanted to put the boy at ease. "Anyone who looks at the two of you can see you are in love. I also know my granddaughter, and I know she can be very stubborn when she sets her mind to something; she got that from her grandmother. I am thrilled that she has someone to love and protect her at such a young age, and for the rest of her life. I couldn't have picked a better man for her. I have to ask you, though, to please hold off having children until after you are married and please wait to get married until you both have graduated. I also must encourage you to tell your friends what has happened. They need to know. That is all. I believe Madame Pomfrey is ready to release the patient." Professor Dumbledore started to walk out the door and turned to the couple. "By the way, your new rooms will be behind the portrait of the pack of wolves inside the Gryffindor common room. Your password will be Faolan!" He had a twinkle in his eyes and he turned and walked out.

Remus looked at Hermione and gave her a questioning look. "Why would he choose Faolan to be our password?"

"Faolan means wolf." Hermione smiled and snuggled down to Remus.

"Why would he choose that as our password?"

"Because that is what I am."

"What do you mean?"

"You and your friends aren't the only ones who can change. I have been an animagus since the middle of my 6th year. My animagus form is a silver wolf."

"You were the wolf I chased after when I was a werewolf? You were in heat? You were also the same wolf we brought into our dorm?"

"Yes, yes and yes." Remus just shook his head and smiled.

Remus asked Hermione, "What should we tell our friends happened?"

"The truth."

"Do you know what could happen to you, if word got out that you were a werewolf's mate? I won't have your life ruined like that."

"Little late for that now. Besides, I chose this, I really don't care what others think. Do you really think your friends will leave us because of this?"

"No."

"Well then, what's your excuse?"

Remus let out a deep and hardy laugh and hugged the vivacious girl laying beside him. "Nothing, nothing at all."