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Summary: A short story, a max of two chapters. Only limes, mostly language. Remus is a college professor, after DH. Dora died and he was saved by Fenrir. He is about to find out the Moony is a published writer, for a witch's magazine, and he wants Hermione as his mate. I actually like Dora somehow.
To you Savva, who likes this Moony.
Part of the Bad-Wolf Series
Short story under 10,000 words.
Remus and Curly- A wolf's love story
Repressed Lupus
All the lights were out, except in one of flats for married faculty. Inside the flat, the university professor was burning the midnight oil, writing away to meet his yearly publications' quota, as required to maintain tenure status.
"Hmmm, okay, let's write this better. It will be a way to bring werewolves and magical beings closer together, after all domestic dogs came from wolves, hmmm."
It is said that a man's best friend is a dog. We accept this theory and therefore we will assume it is a true statement. When I say man, I mean the human race; it is used in the context of an all-encompassing term for humanity, male or female.
'"Good no sense in getting the females riled up, good going, Remus my wizard." Remus praised himself.
I would like to discuss my own hypothesis of dogs and humans; and use it as the preface for my proposed theory, thus we will not talk of the more limiting term 'dogs,' and instead will refer to a germane and less restrictive term. Henceforth, instead of a classification of Family, Genus, Species, 'Canidade, Canis Familiaris,' and not to be confined to the Canis Familiaris, or dogs, we will expand our range of zoology classification to the broader Canidades family, as more commonly known, Canines.
The Canines I will allude will be of the Lupus kind, thus far they share the genus, allowing for easy modification of the hypothesis, into a more restrictive and gender specific for the humans, referred to in the original statement i.e., female, woman, okay, after a bit of massaging, hmmm, we come up with: A WOLF, IS A WITCH'S BEST FRIEND.
A statement which is not specific enough for my purpose, so let's roll the lexicon dough, sprinkle some genus, species, ahah, a Canis Lupin, curly brown hair, a little bit of witch's bum, the hair of a wolf, a fang, a little bit of a naughty repressed wolf, a delicious witch that smells like ambrosia, and I restructure the letters and try: A REPRESSED WOLF, IS YUMMY HERMIONE'S BEST Shag.
Not perfect, but will do. We have extrapolated an inner beast, and gave it attributes to endow him as a best friend, but, but, not sure if that friend, ahah my best fiend is more correct, my inner wolf, wrote Professor R. Lupin, wants me to write—.
"Moony, fuck, you have totally bamboozled me into changing my dissertation, this teaches me not to write so close to the full moon, and no, I won't write about Hermione or use the phrase Best Fuck along with her name, so don't even try." Remus paced the room in anger, and after a cool down, he sat.
"This is one of the articles that I must write for publication. Professors must publish, thus, I need to do so to retain my job at the university. Fuck, Moony, bloody hell! LET GO of the quill! What a waste of time, after two hours I have written about one correct sentence, all this is pure, utter bloody nonsense. How on earth did you get me to do that?"
Remus looked conflicted, suspicious, angry, and was smacking his left hand. He was usually a right-handed writer but Moony was left-handed, and the ornery, deceitful wolf refused to let go of the quill.
"And don't make me scream, or Teddy will wake up. I cannot take care of him because I need to work, and quit trying to engage me in self-pleasure by bringing memories of her visit this afternoon. Oh dear Merlin, and what is this? Let me read." Remus read aloud the scroll hidden under his brown case that fell down during his hand struggle with Moony.
-Dear Ms. Cherry Pop, I am enclosing this week's submittal— blank, blank.
…Sorry you guys, my dear witchy readers, sorry for the brief respite. I am back with the tales of your sexy professor, tragic hero, and werewolf, Remus Lupin.
I am just an observer of poor Remus and his inner struggles, Moony never gives up in his quest to make a curly hair witch 'his bitch,' a new term he has picked up at the liberal campus. And some bitch she is, juicy, beautiful, and ready to be speared with his large, ruddy lance—
"Oh, dear Merlin, what is this, and who are Ms. Cherry Pop and dear witchy readers, and what it with the 'you guys'? How can you talk about Miss Granger this way, and I neither talk like that, neither do I call her my bitch!" Remus' face was nearly purple as he continued reading.
"The campus is full of American Wizarding students, coming to learn under the great-war heroes. Every time the said bitch, excuse me, witch comes to visit Remus, full moon or not, Moony pushes him in all kind of naughty activities. But no, the fool always spews the same boring litany, - He is way too old, and too stupid, and too, too…for Hermione, and yes, this is just what Remus tells poor Moony every time.
Remus lives in fear that Moony will propose or something worse. Moony has a full plan sure to execute in the near future. Remus will find himself hitched to Curly, enough of stalling, he already married Pinky, a most disagreeable stinky—.
"Good lord Moony, where were you planning to send this rubbish, I have already written somehow, how strong are you that you can get me to write without my knowledge? Is someone helping you? And Dora was my wife; so, please respect her memory. If Andromeda reads this, she will certainly never talk to me again. This is not your first article, is it?"
Remus continued reading, now thoroughly agitated. Moony was getting a university education and was out of control. He was sending scrolls to be published, and who the heck was Cherry Pop, what a vulgar name. It would seemed Moony was a writer, but where was this Pop witch, and how was Moony making him write? He had zero recollection. He continued reading.
"Remus survived the battle thanks to the last minute intervention of his wolf-maker; Alpha-Bad-Wolf, Fenrir Greyback; who still sees him as his grown-up pup. It was during the same night when Fenrir killed Dolohov's cousin who was the identity thief, Rookwood and several more of his old cohort (they were all rubbish), that he opened his heart to Hermione, his future daughter in-law. Note, Alpha-BW also loves Curly for his pup.
"Who is Curly, and what kind of language is this Moony? I swear I won't shift again during the next ten years. And does Fenrir know you call him Alpha-BW? You are indeed a dangerous pest."
Alpha-BW, who is a cool Were, had only fathered one full litter, and almost all the pups died during a raid from Grindelwald, back in the forties. Later he took a lover, who was killed by a Muggle wizard during a raid of his summer camp.
"I think Fenrir is going to kill you for publishing this personal information. No, he is going to kill me. You are one dead wolf." Remus hair was standing up, his fangs were out, he was angry as he read.
Only two of the pups survived the raid; two females, Lobina, and Lobita, after their Spaniard mother who was born to shifters. I have seen them, they are quite hot, some tails they have, AWOO, but I am afraid that my heart is already taken. Besides they are wolves, and I want a human partner, one Curly bitch, who smells fucking de-elici-ous, yum-yum, her special scent is of a hot-kitty's cream-puff.
"Goodness, bloody nuisance, potty mouth, how can you talk like that about Hermio, err, Miss Granger. One thing is to think about it, the other is to put in writing. I wish I could skin you alive." Remus, however, had agreed with the statement that Hermione did smell extraordinarily tempting.
Since that incident Fenrir decided not to have more pups; he already has an heir, a new alpha. It is a forgone conclusion, since he thinks Remus is his beta and his son. And , besides, Fenrir couldn't or wouldn't save Tonks; when asked by Lucius, he grinned, "The pink hair slag wasn't his mate. He will thank me one of these days, besides; I have a fine bitch for him. They are mates and I want a smart bitch and powerful witch for my pack. I want to rule the Were world. For your info Lucius my boy, my bite can grant me an heir, his make has been changed, thus through magic, Remus' blood is also Greyback; and you are not the greatest, I am."
Fenrir said it with zero remorse. And Lucius fully agreed with the logic, he would have done the same if Draco were involved. However, he hopes that the witch in question will be his, not Remus'. He needs to be careful around Fenrir, everyone with good sense better be.
I had my suspicions for a while, but for now Lucius is useful, he is a good money manager. I have seen the sly blond wizard's eyes around Curly, and have smelled his arousal; he will never have her, because if daft Remus doesn't make a move, smart Moony will, since the good wolf cannot wait to pluck her garden of yummy delights.
During the battle, Fenrir confessed to Remus, during the visits he often makes, the reason why he had taken, THE PLUNGE.
THE PLUNGE is his name for his change of sides during the last battle—He did it because he had found out, while the battle was raging, that most raids at his Manor had been ordered by Voldie-Love, words screamed by the crazed Bella to taunt him, and all because he wouldn't dip his wick inside of the loco witch. During THE PLUNGE, he saved all the young cubs he was able, Fred, Chubby, Colin, and a few more.
"Moony, you cannot tell this to the general public, and how can you use such vulgar language, it is crude and obnoxious. And who is Chubby, what a mouth, and we need to talk later about Lucius. In that I agree, Lucius is a sly blond, and he won't have an upper hand, I am not that dumb. What you wrote here is news to me. Ah, Curly is Miss Granger, am I right? The name kind of grows on you, at least I give you that."
Meanwhile, Moony hid deep inside Remus, why o why didn't I hide the cursed article a little better? Moony thought quietly, and heard Remus starting to read.
Fenrir claims that he never saw Tonks, although she was found very close to Remus; Andromeda Tonks often says she wishes Fenrir dead for being so selfish.
Not everyone dislikes Fenrir, as a matter of fact Molly Weasley often cooks for him, almost rare meat with light seasoning. She is willing to have a Death-Eater Wolf at home; after all he saved her son.
One thing is certain, the last wizard he rescued only Fenrir could have done it. He carried Snape in his arms to Mungo's, but first bit him if only to save him, it wasn't done viciously. That did the trick and it brought the Profe around to a full conversion. Now he owns a Potions Master of his own, I tell you, Fenrir is one smart wolf.
"Moony, what are you doing with all this writing. Oh, dear gods, don't tell me, I don't want to know. Who is Cherry Pop, what kind of name is that?" Albeit Remus appeared ready for stroke, he continued reading, fascinated with possible ruin.
Yes, it saved his life -(because he gifted the Profe with the special bite, one to make him almost immortal, giving him enough time for taking the anti-venom solution.)- (Remember to erase the part before, or Fenrir will kill me.)
At this writing, my Dear Witch's weekly reader, I am happy to report, we find Severus Snape happily brewing potions at SCHLOSS GB, OR THE LAIR, happy as one snarky-grouchy-potions master, now a werewolf, can be. I forgot to tell you that Lord Greyback is quite rich and generous, and uses his money to take care of his pack living at their home, a estate somewhere in the Devonshire.
Greyback mated the Profe (his name for Snape) with his own daughter Lobina, a sexy red wolf, now pregnant with their second litter, just after 18 months. The first liter of two males and one female, were born as all pure werewolves do, as pups. They will alternate between pups and baby humans during their first years, until they learn to control the conversion. They are naturally smart, snarky, mischievous, and love to chew just about everything, and being smart pups only wore nappies for three months. Imaging that, it was a good thing, because finding chewed nappies was too much for Daddy wolf.
Snape loves his pups so much, that he doesn't complain all the tears and holes along his new expensive, heavy silk robes. Lord Greyback spares no expenses for whatever his son-in-law wants.
The robes are all strangely torn in the bottom, and his nice shoes all show chewed marks. All his pups are teething, and love the taste of their dear father's clothes. They dislike Lucius Malfoy, and more than once have eaten the heels of his expensive dragon-hide shoes, and the bottom of his exclusive robes, while he drinks with daddy.
Greyback, absolved by his heroic and-self-interested and opportunistic drived heroic deeds... -(note: Moony take that out, or Greyback will kill you) is often seen in his human form, walking around all fours with three toddlers on his back. If you are in luck, it will be a sight to see; imagine seeing the most evil of wolves being battered by the rambunctious toddlers; or unlucky if he catches you staring, he nearly killed one wolf laughing at him. Lucky if you can see three cubs, pulling and biting the tail of the large silver and black alpha wolf. I have when I was a guest at their place of residence, and I will treasure the image for life.
He is presently courting Ms. Luna Lovegood, something about slender blondes that makes him go a little soft in the brain. He is confident that once his shy cub, Remus, marks his little bitch Curly, Ms. Lovegood will naturally fall in.
He does not mind the Weasley witch, but he has not desire to have Molly for a mother-in-law. No way, he would have to behave. Besides he doesn't want pups, and a Weasley-bitch comes with a bunch. He wants the carefree life of a mature wolf with his mate by his side; namely, to shag, to dip in the pond, to go out with his mate to scare Muggles and maybe old wizards and witches; to howl at the moon until he is hoarse; to steal a few sheep and chickens from the farmers, the works.
William Weasley was recently offered a full bite in exchange for scar removal and a longer life. After seeing Remus transformation, and his share to the estate, he is considering his offer.
The only problem is that Greyback demands that Fleur must go. He does not like birds as part of the pack for reasons of, ehem, the temptation for his pack to run and kill the large chicken. He has also said she smells of wet feathers, which I tend to agree.
Besides, Fenrir has a second daughter, ready to mate William. He is very clever (I said before, and will say it again), and likes powerful wizards as his future pack leaders. He now has packs in several continents and wants all his cubs to take over the world while he frolics with his blond babe; that BW possesses a fine, good taste.
I can see, Moony running around with Curly, she will be a fine curly bitch; what a fine pair they would make and Moony would be the alpha, whenever Fenrir retires or is traveling, not bad.
Remus gets well paid at the University, and every month a large sum is deposited into his vault; sources unknown, however the sender is identified as - A deposit from Finer-Grays, for my favorite cub-
Remus shrugs his shoulders, doesn't look at the gift check for teeth holes, and is glad and content for having money for the first time in his life; plus his dream jaguar, and the red Ferrari, a house in Toscana, and the ranch in Montana.
It is all for Teddy not for him. Even if he forgets the trust, daddy Alpha has started for Teddy who is showing some lupine traits. Not many that are apparent to the eye, wink, wink, but enough, and he can shape-shift at will, whenever the cub goes running with grandpa Fenrir. I have recommended to grandpa Fenrir to be discrete and hide his gift from Remus, as I said he is one smart wolf…
Remus couldn't read one more word. Moony was the monster dropping tips about his life to Witch's weekly. He was fucked. Teddy was a shifter? This was all a nightmare. And what was about Lucius going after Hermione. No, and bloody hell N.O. He wouldn't accept that, he wasn't a pansy or a ninny, and he still had bollocks the last time he checked. And if anyone had Hermione it would be him. Wait who was at the back door.
Next day-
"Remus, where are you? Are you in?" Hermione has looked all over the place and wait, who was screaming?
"Auntie Hermi! It is I, Teddy, I am afraid." He sounded terrified, and Hermione felt sick.
"Sweetie, I am coming," she called to him, her voice all anxious.
She found him under the bed, went down on the floor, helped the four year old, sat on the bed's edge, and pulled him up onto her lap, "Teddy, my darling, baby don't cry, it is all ok." Teddy was trembling and visibly frightened, and strangely, he was very warm.
"No it isn't, I have been hiding for hours. I heard all the fighting, and they took daddy away. I wish you stayed here all the time, why don't you? I want you to be my mommy,"" Four year old Teddy's hair was drab green, his I-am- scared or I-am-sad, hair. His head lay on her chest, and he played with her hair while he sucked his thumb.
"Who are they? Did you see them?" Hermione loved the child as if he were hers. If only Remus would pay attention to her, but he was hopeless. She also wished that Teddy was her son. Although lately, when close to the full moon, Remus seemed more attentive, however, she had the feeling that it was Moony. Yes, Moony, who had been after her even when Remus was married to Tonks.
"Dunno, they wore socks in the faces, they said that Grandpapa Fenrir would pay a pretty sickle for his favorite cub; you won't leave me alone Auntie Hermie, will you? They also said they were going to get his pup and his favorite bitch. Their boss wants daddy's bitch. Hermie, who is his bitch, am I the pup? I am a boy wizard, not like uncle Severy's boy, or am I also a wolfie, when I run with Grandpapa Fenrir I am a cub, but I don't change all the time. Don't leave me Auntie Hermie, stay with me...okay? Why aren't you my mum? Are you papa's bitch? " His fingers played with her hair, and he snuggled closer to her.
"Teddy, you need to come with me, we need to go to Uncle Harry. But of course, you will stay with me." She said trying to ignore the last remark, the one about a bitch. Where was Teddy picking up the questionable language?
"Thanks, I don't like Ginantonic, she is a bitch and not even heated, or maybe, not on the heat." Teddy told her bluntly, and Hermione's insides did a flip-flop.
"Teddy, what kind of language is that, this is the third time that you used the bad B word. "
"Grandpa Fenrir says is all the time. A bitch is a female wolf; he says," that bitch smells fine." And calls Ginny, Ginanatonic, or says she is as good as one fine gin drink. But he likes the blond bitch, the babe; he said her pussy swells, or was her kitty-cat that smelled of pussy-willows when she gets heated, not sure." He bit his lip, twisted his jaw, and scratched his head, wondering.
Hermione turned red as a beet and started coughing. Good god who was Fenrir after?
Then she rolled her eyes. Fenrir Greyback got away from Justice by being an opportunistic son of a female wolf. And Teddy was not even five, and he was teaching the boy such words as the p word, and other equally improper words.
"And about the heat business, why did you say that?" She asked to gauge how much he understood. Teddy needed her in his life, and she needed to make time, or she needed to jump Remus, or maybe the two.
"When you bitches are heated you can warm up a frozen chicken, a rooster I think. I touched Ginantonic but she is cold. Poor Uncle Harry, his roosters will freeze because she is not heated. Papa Fenrir is sad for Harry, because Ginantonic wants his bulbs at Griggots."
Hermione wasn't even going to ask, and she had to control laughter bubbling in her throat. She had to talk to Remus; Fenrir was a danger on legs.
Time to go to Ginantonic and Harry, hmm, she liked the name, and it had its grace. She didn't like her at all, and Harry could do better. Hmm, maybe Fenrir was into something. And she giggled at Harry's cock being called his roosters, and to think of 'it' freezing in the unheated Ginny. The traitor deserved that and more, she laughed some more and Teddy giggled, not sure about what. Heck, she kept having giggling fits, a frozen rooster, yes Harry had it coming.
Before leaving she saw the pile of scrolls on top of the table, and put them in his desk. She thought of reading them, if she had, she would have done things better and would have not walked into a trap.
Somewhere else-
Remus woke up; he was in a cellar or perhaps a dungeon, somewhere he didn't recognize. He was in a bed and a pimply teenager sat next to him, and holding a large Muggle riffle.
"I have a gun full of silver bullets, so don't try anything funny with me."
"You better not, because I will hurt you as soon as I am able. " Remus growled to the dumb arse. Tomorrow it would be full moon, and he would escape. Moony where are you, and why so quiet. Not a peep out of Moony.
A/N This fiction is all written, another in the wolf series. It is short and I won't make it longer, it would lose its intent.