Mates

Hey! This story has been swimming around in my head for a short time now, rather rudely pulling my attention away from my mysteries. It's a quick and relatively painless read. Let me know if you like it. Even let me know if you don't. This coupling is new to me and I need to know if I got it correct or not. Thanks.

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Chapter One


Hermione gasped at being slammed against the wall, her face pressing against the brick of the alleyway. She tried to turn her head to see anything, but found her face pressed all the harder to the masonry. Hot breath on her shoulder, ear and neck had her shuddering in fear of what was coming next. The man tore her hooded cape off of her tossing it aside.


“A red hood, how appropriate,” he growled in a low voice. “That would make you the little heroine in this game of ours.” He chuckled. “And me, the big, bad wolf.” She nearly screamed when he licked up the side of her neck. “Tasty too.”


“Fenrir, we don’t have time for your games!” snapped a man from behind them. “Get on with it!”


He growled in irritation. Turning back to Hermione, he whispered to her in almost a kindly tone, “I’m sorry we won’t have the time to do this properly. Perhaps later.”


As his teeth tore into her shoulder, Hermione’s scream ripped through the air.


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Remus awoke with sweat covering his body as one thing went through his mind over and over again. Hermione was in danger. He leapt from the bed and rushed getting dressed. Once dressed, he ran out of the room and found Harry and Ron snogging their girlfriends in the front sitting room.


“Where is Hermione?” he demanded, making the couples jump apart.


“What?” Ron asked. “Who cares?”


Remus’s eyes narrowed as he just about dove for the redhead. Harry was able to block him, asking, “She didn’t get home?”


The werewolf’s eyes went to Harry’s green ones and demanded, “You don’t know? What happened? I thought you said that she was going to be with you all night!”


Harry blushed as he said, “I…we…”


“Right,” Remus said cruelly, stepping back. “You’re too busy getting your rocks off to care in other words. Greyback and LeStrange escaped from Azkaban two days ago. Both of them determined to see all of you dead! And because your cock is using all the blood that should be going to your brain, Hermione had to see herself home?”


“Don’t talk to him…” Ginny started only to jump back behind Harry when Remus growled at her.


“Voldemort might be dead, but his followers aren’t all in the grave yet! Why did you leave her alone?” Remus demanded. “I swear if anything happens to her…” He didn’t finish what he was saying as he ran out the door.


It took him half an hour to find the witch. It was in a dark alley ten blocks away from Grimmwauld Place. He rushed over to Hermione, scooping her up half scared she was dead. She was unconscious with multiple cuts over her face as well as a clear bite wound to her neck. Ripping off his scarf, he pressed it to her still bleeding injury.


He heard a noise that had him ready to do battle when he saw him. Bill was running down the alleyway, joining him there.


“I…I had a dream…a nightmare…How is she?”


“Barely holding on,” Remus told him, scooping her up into his arms. “We need to get her to Saint Mungos.”


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Hermione woke slowly, blinking at the bright lights in the room. She tried to move, but gasped as pain shot through her. There was movement around her. Fear flooded her as she kept thinking she didn’t know where she was.


Remus’s face filled her field of vision and had her relaxing even as she stammered, “Remus…it was…it was…”


“Shh, he isn’t coming near you again,” he whispered, petting her hair away from her face.


“The attack…didn’t make…sense…It was too fast…he wasn’t changed…He…did something…to me…I don’t know what…”


“We know what he did,” he whispered, looking like he didn’t want to talk about it. “But we are going to take care of you.” He kissed her forehead. “Rest, pup. You have to get well.”


“Don’t leave me,” she breathed.


“We won’t,” he told her taking up her hand.


“We?” she asked weakly.


“I’m here too,” Bill said, taking up her other hand.


She blinked at the both of them. “Where are…” But then she stopped herself from asking where Ron and Harry were. She knew exactly where they were and more than likely what they were doing. Swallowing thickly she looked into Remus’s eyes, whispering, “What did Greyback do to me?”


“It doesn’t matter now,” he murmured. “All that matters is that you get well.” He reached over and combed her hair out of her face.


“I’ll have to find out sooner or later,” she breathed. “You can’t protect me forever from the truth.”


“No, that I can’t,” he said grimly. “But for the moment, I don’t think you are in any shape to hear it.”


“Will I ever be?” she sighed, and closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift back into the darkness of unconsciousness.


“Remus?” The older wizard looked over to Bill. “No one in their right mind would be able to take what happened well.”


He nodded. “But that bastard didn’t count on one thing.”


“What’s that?” Bill asked, reaching over and pulling the blankets up onto Hermione.


“She has us,” he replied, looking down to her and wishing not for the first time that Sirius were in town instead of away for work. “Her pack.”


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Hermione jolted awake, terror eating at what peaceful resolve she had thanks in part to calming potions. Within seconds her face was buried against Remus’s neck, as he rocked and cooed to her. This wasn’t the first nightmare she had woken up to. And it more than likely wouldn’t be the last, she reasoned to herself. But instead of struggling with the need to be independent, she allowed her body to melt against the hard muscles of the man holding her.


But just as quickly, she felt as if her body were on fire. Flames of need licked at her nerves, making her begin to tremble. She pulled away from him, nearly toppling off of the bed. The witch needed to think, but she couldn’t do so with his arms around her. Hermione looked at Remus, confusion clear on her face.


“He-he changed me?”


“You need to rest…”


“He-he changed me so I-I what? Go into heat?” she demanded. “Did he?”


His head lowered slightly as he said, “That is only part of it.”


“Am I a werewolf?”


“He did much like he did to Bill,” he murmured. “You’ll change, but only so far.” His eyes narrowed on her. “You went into heat?”


She nodded jerkily.


“And are you unmated?”


A blush infused her cheeks as she muttered, “I don’t see…”


He growled as he grabbed her up and pinned her to the bed. He pressed his lips to her ear and breathed, “Because you will want the strongest man you find to fuck his pups into you.” His hand went to her small belly. His fingers curled into the slope of it. “And you need an alpha for that.”


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