The Law

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Samphoria- Thank you for your interest in my story, but I am sorry to tell you that Remus is a greedy bastard in this one and will be sharing Hermione with no other man, not even Bill. But I like the combination myself, so who knows if I might do this trio in the future. Thanks again and keep reading and reviewing!


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Chapter Three


Hermione woke slowly, pulling her face up from Remus’s chest. She looked over to see Romulus lying to the side and he wasn’t moving. Reaching over to him, she felt for a pulse but found that he was dead. She turned and looked into Remus’s eyes.


“I don’t understand. He’s dead,” she breathed. “Port keys don’t kill!”


“No, they don’t kill normal wizards, but they have been known to kill doppelgangers,” he replied reaching over with his wand and tapping it on the forehead of the dead man.


His face vanished, as did his clothes and he now looked like a sexless being. She reached out to touch it, but Remus caught her hand and pulled it back.


“One of you is enough,” he breathed into her ear.


She took a moment of time to stare at once was the closest thing she had to a companion for the last few days. It made her heart break a little to think of it. With a heavy sigh, she pulled away from Remus and looked around the cabin they were sitting in. Viktor had assured her that this cabin was safe and well supplied for several to stay for months. Quickly Hermione went about, taking stock in the cabin as Remus did away with the doppelganger.


He looked over to her as she emerged from yet another room.


“We have our own rooms,” she told him. “The kitchen is primitive, but we have plenty of food.”


“Where are we?” he asked her.


“In a cabin near the northern border of Quebec,” she told him. “Viktor was able to get this place for me once I told him what was going on.”


“You two still friends?” Remus asked, sounding brittle.


Hermione ignored his temper, as she said, “Snape agreed to send over the wolvesbane potion when it was needed for as long as he could manage. Getting the supplies to make the potion will be more difficult...”


He yanked her around until she was face to face with him. Anger was etched on his face as he growled, “What were you thinking? To put yourself into jeopardy for a bunch of mongrels!”


“It’s an unjust law and you know it,” she said, standing up to his anger. “There are those out there just like you, who have done nothing to deserve this action against them.” Hermione studied him a moment. “Why are you so upset?”


“You could have been killed, woman!” he snarled. “Greyback could have bitten you and there would have been nothing you could have done to prevent it.”


She cleared her throat. “I suppose this is a good time as any to tell you.”


“Tell me what?” he demanded.


“I can control werewolves,” she said, his face going blank. “Surprise!”


“How do you do control werewolves?” he asked, his voice hard and thin.


“Just by being in the same room,” she told him. “It would seem that it is my magical inheritance.”


“I never heard of such,” he muttered.


“Neither did I until I did some research and found out that there was a woman back in the 1600’s that could do just what I can.”


“And what happened to her.”


“They burned her at the stake,” she said. “But that was because they found out that she was a witch, not because of the werewolves.”


He was quiet for a time before walking a few steps away and demanding, “Show me.”


Hermione blinked at him. “What would you like me to do?”


“Anything you think I would never do,” he told her.


“Anything?”


“Anything.”


She turned away from him, trying to think of something he wouldn’t do. He did say anything, Hermione told himself. But putting him into a position that would embarrass him wasn’t what she wanted to do. She walked over to a small sofa, sitting down in the middle of it. Hermione took a deep breath before focusing directly on Remus.


His breath caught in his throat as he felt her power. Oh Merlin, she was so strong! His own mind was telling him to give in until finally he was falling to his knees and crawling over to her. He rested his head on her lap, feeling her hand combing through his hair. Slowly she was able to get control of her power, putting it behind the shield of her mind once more.


“Merlin,” he whispered. “I would have done anything for you!”


“I know.” He looked up into her eyes.


Remus reached out and touched her face with a shaking hand, caressing her jaw with his thumb. “You didn’t even use your full power did you?”


She shook her head no. “I didn’t have to.” Hermione slid her hand over his hand. “But there are times when I rest…”


“Your control slips,” he murmured and she nodded. “I thought as much. What happens then?”


“I usually wake up surrounded by sleeping dogs and wolves,” she told him dryly. “It was unusual, but safe.”


He smiled at her as he sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms. As he held her, he said, “We will work on this power of yours while we are here.”


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Remus woke with a start from the most erotic dream he had ever had. Sweat poured into his eyes as he sat up. He wiped his face off on the way to scraping his hair back. This hadn’t been the first time he had a dream about Hermione, nor would it be the last was his thinking. But they had never been this powerful before. He could feel everything and more importantly, it felt right. Remus stilled as he listened to Hermione tossing and turning in the next room.


He wondered for a moment if she was going to release her powers again. She never truly relaxed until she did so. And then it happened. A moment later her power washed over him, flooding his mind and taking him over much like his werewolf did every full moon. The only difference between the two was that Hermione’s power was welcomed greedily like some drug a junkie craved.


He walked over to her room, slipping into bed with her. He pulled her into the warmth of his body and buried his face into the crook of her neck. Remus shuttered with pleasure. She was his. He knew it as a veela would. Hermione Granger was his mate. But it wasn’t sex she needed at the moment. It was comfort.


When Hermione woke a moment later from the nightmare she was having, he hushed her as he turned her body around to face him. He pressed her face into the crook of his neck.


“Shh, you’re safe,” he whispered, rubbing her back.


“Remus?” she asked, confused as to what he was doing in her bed.


“Yes, love?” he murmured, letting her head fall back to look him in the eyes.


“Did I make you come here with my power?” she asked him.


“No,” he breathed, burying his face in her hair. “You need to sleep. Nothing will harm you. Rest.”


The next morning Remus was still in bed with her when she woke. Absently she watched him for a moment before she walked over to the bathroom. She was in the middle of washing her face, when she had the feeling she was being watched. Hermione looked in the mirror to find Remus standing in the doorway behind her.


“The full moon is day after tomorrow,” he said, sounding upset. “And we haven’t received the potion yet.”


She dried her face saying, “If it doesn’t, we will deal with it.”


“How? I could kill you!” he exclaimed.


“No, you won’t,” she said calmly.


“How can you say that? There is no certainty that your powers would stop me!”


“They stopped Greyback,” she told him, as she went about pulling out a lotion to put on her face.


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