Hermione pulled out her wand and whipped around to find, unsurprisingly, Ron standing there with his wand out. Muriel was laughing. Perhaps Ron knew that Hermione was more than ready to fight him, and Ron's dueling skills were nowhere as perfected as Hermione's, so he shoved his wand in his pocket and angrily strode off. All of the wedding guests were staring at Hermione who was now crouched over Remus. It had just been a simple stunning spell.

"What happened?"

"Nothing, Ginny, Ron was just being an idiot again. I'm sorry it disrupted your wedding."

"Where'd Ron go?"

"Harry! Don't you go chasing after him on your wedding day! You and Ginny act like nothing happened, okay? I'll take Remus home, he wasn't feeling well anyway. You two don't need this to ruin your day."

Snuffles started running in the direction that Ron had gone. Hermione hoped fervently that he caught up with him. She distinctly remembered what had happened in their third year when Sirius as the dog had caught up with Ron. Hermione cast a quick spell on Remus to retrieve him and then hugged Harry and Ginny.

Remus leaned heavily on Hermione and she Apperated them both back home. She supported Remus into the bedroom and carefully lowered him unto the bed. Hermione was trying to hide the tears that were sliding down her face. Leave it to Ron to ruin a perfect, cheerful day.

"Remus, are you okay? What can I get you?"

"Nothing," he croaked, "I just need to rest. Are you alright? You're crying."

She hurriedly wiped away her tears. "It's just me crying over Ron being an idiot. He's made me cry more times than anyone else. How could he attack you on his sister and best friend's wedding day?"

Remus started to answer but turned slightly green.

"You-might-want- to move- I- feel-sick."

"So you want me to help you to the bathroom?"

He shook his head and got up, steadying himself against a wave of nausea that hit him. He started to weave his way to the bathroom. Hermione ran up to help him, but he gently pushed her aside.

"I don't- need- help- I'll be-fine."

He reached the bathroom and bent over the toilet. A few seconds later he started retching violently, his pale, shaking hands gripping the seat of the toilet. Hermione knelt behind him and pushed his hair away from his sweaty face. She jumped up a few seconds later and returned with a bottle of water and a damp washcloth.

When he was done vomiting, he remained hunched and trembling over the toilet. Hermione pulled him backwards so that he was leaning on her and wrapped her arms around him so that he stopped trembling as badly. He had no strength left to protest. She offered him the water, but Remus shook his head feebly and Hermione instead took the damp washcloth and gently ran it over his face.

They sat like that for a while; Remus would lean forward to vomit and then relax back into Hermione's comforting arms and she would once again dab at his sweaty face with the washcloth. When there was absolutely nothing left for Remus to throw back up, she helped him back into the bed. She wrapped him in the blankets and waited until he fell asleep then she fell asleep in his usual bed.

She awoke the next morning to find him sleeping peacefully, but still with a fever. She made a mental note to pick up some fever reducer potion after work.

Remus awoke the next morning feeling extremely miserable and sick. He would have very much liked to take the day off from work, but he already took to many days off for his transformations. His boss had already told him that if he missed many more days he would be fired. He stomach felt queasy, and he didn't want to test it by eating breakfast or taking a potion.

Hermione returned from work a little after five. She stopped at Diagon Alley to pick up some fever reducer potions, and then stopped to apologize to Ginny and Harry for the mishap at their wedding. They said that Sirius hadn't found Ron, but that he was no longer welcomed at the Burrow or at Grimwauld Place. Hermione was immensely relieved that they did not blame her for what had happened, or Remus. Ginny and Harry were planning on taking their honeymoon in France, and Hermione was happy to tell them about sights she had been to that would be worth stopping.

When Hermione returned home, she fully expected to find Remus still in bed. She did not expect to walk in the front door and see him curled in a heap by the bedroom door.

She ran over to him and pulled him into a sitting position.

"I can't believe that you went to work today! I don't know how you managed to make it through the day without collapsing! Drink this."

She tilted his head back and poured the fever reducing potion down his throat. That turned out to be a bad idea. She had just helped him into bed when he gagged and spit the potion out all over Hermione.

"Hermione," he gasped, "I'm-so-sorry."

"It's alright. It just means you'll have a harder time recuperating without using potions."

She changed out of her vomit covered clothes and dragged the fold out bed into the bedroom. She took a damp cloth and this time left it on his forehead in hope of breaking the fever. Remus looked awful. He was pale and trembling. His entire body ached. Remus started moaning softly in pain. Hermione sat on the edge of the bed and started stroking his hair, whispering softly to him.

Once he had drifted of to sleep, Hermione climbed into her own bed and fell asleep quickly.

She awoke in the middle of the night by loud shouts. Remus was thrashing in his bed, his covers strewn all over the floor.

"Remus. Remus! It's okay! It's just me!"

He stopped flailing and looked at her his eyes were large and golden.

"It's just me. You're safe."

Without warning, his arm shot out and hit her directly in the nose. Blood spurted over the edge of the mattress as her nose broke. Hermione cried in pain and then went to the potion cabinet and downed a pain reliever one. She cleaned off the blood and then fixed her nose. Despite the pain potion, her nose still hurt awfully. A loud growling was now issuing from the bedroom.

Hermione grabbed her wand from an inside pocket of her robe and silently sealed the door shut. She sent a quick owl to Sirius with a plea of help, and then another to the Ministry requesting a sick day. She ran over to the shelf and grabbed one of the books on lycanthropy illness.

Some illnesses can cause the wolf to become dominate in the human regardless of when in the lunar cycle the werewolf is afflicted. Usually it will only until the human can gain control of the wolf. This could take mere hours or months. The longest was recorded as ten years, but the patient in question was already thought to be mentally unstable. Until that happens human is dangerous to be around because they will partially transform; their teeth with lengthen and sharpen, the pupils will dilated, and the snout will start to form as the face elongates itself.

Remus was now banging on the lock door, trying to escape. Hermione was afraid that, not being fully wolf, he would severely hurt himself.

"Remus! Remus it's me! I'm not going to hurt! Please! Stop!"

The banging on the door stopped and Hermione opened it with a quick spell, but kept her difference. The sight before her was horrifying. The book had been correct. Remus' body was human, but his head was caught between a human and a wolf. His face was an odd grey and it looked stretched as if it were made of putty. The area around his nose was lengthen and his face looked pulled downward and more drawn. His teeth were jaggedly sharp now, and his eyes were still that golden yellow. The only thing on his head that looked liked it belonged was his hair, which looked slightly comical on the wolf's body.

He looked at Hermione with those eerie eyes and she continued to softly say his name. The wolf/human hybrid walked over to her and Hermione was torn between pity and disgust. The wolf head whimpered. Cautiously, she kept her wand and sat cross legged on the floor.

"Remus, it's okay, I won't hurt you. Just relax."

It walked over and sat down in front of her, looking up at her, still whimpering. Trying not to scream at the wolfish head on the human body, she closed her eyes and gently pulled it into her lap. It leaned back on her and she noticed that it was trembling. Still very hesitant, Hermione wrapped her arms around him and eventually she felt it relax. She herself fell asleep.

A pecking on her arm woke her up. The owl she has sent out to Sirius and then the Ministry had returned. The Ministry just whished her well and acknowledge this was her first sick day. Sirius was more interesting.

Hermione,

Be careful! This has only happened, as far as I know, once before in our sixth year. He went crazy, turned half wolf and half human. I'm not telling Ginny or Harry because they're going on their honeymoon soon. (Thank goodness, I can only stand so much kissing and lovey-mushy eyes.) My suggestion would be, if possible, to lock him in the cage downstairs and try to talk to him. If something can pull Remus out of the wolf he'll change back. Last time we started yelling that James and I accidentally set out pants on fire and couldn't remember how to fix it. I doubt that will work for you though. I know you don't like it, but it's extremely dangerous for you if you don't. If you need more help I'll floo over. I need something to do anyway. Kreacher is driving me crazy!

Snuffles

Hermione looked at the thing on her lap. She wasn't sure if she wanted to risk moving it now that she had finally gotten it to calm down. The wolf sensed she was awake and opened up its eyes. They were back to the normal blue.

A/N- Chapter written with for DragonPearlZ who gave me the idea of Sick!Remus among other great ideas!