A Song for Severus ~ (Not Update, but Edit)

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Chapter 66 ~ Remus Get a Little Rabid

The werewolves all stared at Remus for a moment, before every man drew his own wand and leveled it at the lone wizard.

“Are you her mate, Lupin?” Gordon snarled back, his eyes slightly black-veined. It even looked like the wizard’s hair was standing up slightly on his head like a ruff as he eyed Remus. Low growls sounded from the other werewolves as they faced off.

Remus looked over at Eloise who met his gaze directly. But she didn’t say anything. Remus looked back at the men, all of whom had stepped away from the tables and held their wands on him.

”No. Not yet,” he said.

“Well then, if she isn’t your bitch, Remus…then we have every right to be here. She can breed and we all want whelps,” Gordon said.

Eloise listened to herself being discussed like a hunk of fertile meat. Her human side rebelled against this, but her werewolf side accepted it. Naturally she was a bit torn, but simply watched the men face off. This was how it was done in nature, and she was now a creature mostly ruled by nature.

“But I took her from Fenrir,” Remus said, his eyes wild as he staked his claim, “That gives me first rights.”

The wizards looked shocked at this information. Fenrir had Eloise first and Remus took her? How could this be? No one could beat Fenrir. He was the main Alpha male of their group.

They lowered their wands and gathered together in a group, every one of them looking pale and frightened. This lent another rather dangerous aspect to trying to claim Eloise. Fenrir could come at any time to take her back.

After about two minutes, they turned back to Remus.

”How did you get her, Remus?” Gordon asked, his eyes washing over Remus. He was no alpha dog.

”I lured her away with me when Fenrir was otherwise occupied,” he said, his wand still pointed at the group.

Gordon stared at him incredulously.

“Fenrir is going to kill you,” he said in a low, disbelieving voice, “Kill you and maybe Eloise as well if you’ve mated with her.”

”He hasn’t,” Eloise said, walking forward.

The wizards all looked at her, their desire plain on their faces. But…Fenrir?

Gordon swallowed, then hesitated asking his next question. He needed to know.

”Has…has Fenrir had you?” the wizard asked her.

Now it was Eloise’s turn to hesitate. Then the muggle decided to tell the truth.

”Yes, though it was against my will,” she said, “The night of my first transformation.”

Remus stared at the woman. He hadn’t known Fenrir had taken her. Oh, the werewolf was definitely out for his blood. Even though Eloise had not claimed Fenrir as his mate, the werewolf had clearly claimed her.

Gordon and the others once again huddled up, talking in hushed tones and occasionally looking toward Eloise. Finally they broke apart and began walking away.

Remus lowered his wand.

Eloise ran forward.

“Wait…where are you going?” she called to the men. Gordon turned.

”You belong to Fenrir,” he said, “No one here is willing to fight him for you, fertile or not.”

”What? There are so many of you and only one Fenrir! If you fight together, you can beat him!” she cried, not believing how cowardly they all were.

Gordon shook his head.

“It’s not worth it,” he said shortly, then looked over at Remus, “You’re a dead man. If I were you Remus, I’d leave the bitch to Fenrir. Maybe he’ll spare you since you haven’t touched her.”

Remus simply looked at him and didn’t reply. But Eloise did.

”I can’t believe what fucking cowards you all are!” Eloise snarled at the retreating men, “He’s only one man!”

Gordon simply shook his head, turned and followed the group. One by one they disapparated until only Remus, Eloise and Rubin remained. Rubin had his wand in his hand by his side. He was ready to help Remus if he had to battle the werewolves

Eloise threw up her hands in exasperation. She had thought she had the means to finally destroy Fenrir, but the werewolves had all run, their tails tucked between their legs…all except Remus, who still stood there silently, looking at her.

He might not be a dominant dog…but he was no coward either. She was certain there had been some alpha males in that group, but not one man was willing to champion her. Remus hadn’t said he would, but he hadn’t said he wouldn’t either. Actually, the way he was willing to fight all those men for her showed he had a lot more backbone than she’d given him credit for.

“They’re gone now, but if you go into heat, Eloise and they get a whiff of it…they will be back. They won’t be able to help themselves. Nature will take over and they won’t give a damn about Fenrir or Remus.

Eloise’s brown eyes flashed angrily.

”I won’t accept any of them,” she hissed, “They’ve already shown me they are…are…unworthy.

As a muggle, Eloise would never have coined that turn of phrase. But now, in this strange world…in this strange situation…the word was an apt description. She turned her eyes on Remus, who walked over to the table and sat down heavily.

He hadn’t known Fenrir had sex with Eloise. He wasn’t jealous, but still it was a shock to him. Eloise walked over to the table and sat down, gazing at the werewolf, who kept his eyes downcast.

”Are you going to abandon me too, Remus?” she asked him softly, “Run away like the rest of them, afraid of Fenrir?”

Remus looked up at her, his eyes hard.

”If I were afraid of Fenrir, I would never have lured you away in the first place,” the wizard said angrily, “But since you had sex with him…”

”I didn’t do it willingly! He had my scratches all over his face the next morning. I fought him. He forced himself on me, Remus. I didn’t want him. He’s disgusting,” she snapped at the wizard.

“That may be true, but you don’t want me either,” Remus replied, “I’m not strong enough for you.”

Rubin began to saunter toward his farmhouse. The two werewolves had to be alone to discuss this. Personally, he thought Remus had more than enough courage to be Eloise’s mate, even if his nature wasn’t dominant. Maybe the woman in her would see that, if the werewolf in her didn’t.

Eloise stared at Remus in silence. She was becoming more aware of what happened during her transformations since she accepted the change. Fenrir was right. Acceptance was the key to living as a werewolf, but Remus never could accept his condition and felt the wolfsbane potion was what kept him lucid. He was afraid his animal part would take him over without the potion. What Remus didn’t realize was that the wolfsbane potion also made him a submissive werewolf because it hindered his natural development in creature form.

In other words, Remus Lupin did have it in him to be an alpha dog. What had happened today was that his territorial instinct overrode his reluctance to act like an animal, and the real wolf in him came out. The wizard’s desire for Eloise had released his natural inclinations. He would have fought to the death if the situation had elevated.

“Well, after seeing the rest of those…mutts, I think you might just be the strongest, Remus,” Eloise said softly, “But whoever I choose to be with has to be strong enough to help me defeat Fenrir. I can’t rest knowing he is still alive. He needs to die for doing this to me.”

Remus sighed.

“Eloise, a lot of werewolves feel that way. Even I do. Fenrir bit me when I was a little child, purposely,” the wizard said.

Eloise’s eyes narrowed.

“Then why don’t you avenge yourself? Why don’t any of you avenge yourselves? You all live in fear, like frightened little puppies,” she hissed at him.

“You don’t know Fenrir. How vicious he is…” Remus began.

”So you are afraid, Remus,” Eloise said disdainfully.

“I AM NOT AFRAID!” Remus roared at her, startling the muggle so badly she almost toppled over the bench, catching her balance at the last moment as the wizard’s eyes turned almost completely black with veining and his face contorted into something unrecognizable. Shuddering, Remus gripped the edge of the table as he tried to wrest his rage under control. Slowly, it subsided, Remus slumping slightly before he looked at Eloise again.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” he said softly, “it’s just that…”

”Don’t Remus. Don’t say you’re sorry for that,” Eloise said. Her heart was still pounding at his display of anger. That was no submissive werewolf she had witnessed. Remus had it in him to kill.

Remus blinked at her as the muggle rose and walked around the table, sitting down next to him. Remus stiffened as she leaned into him, the scent of her so close arousing him. Eloise could smell the change in him…the desire her closeness evoked.

“Remus, help me to kill Fenrir. We can do it together. If you help me…I’ll be your mate. I promise you,” she said softly into his ear, her warm breath wafting over the delicate shell, “We can do it together if we plan carefully.”

Remus let out a little whimper of longing and turned his head to look at her, meeting her brown eyes. Still he looked reluctant. Eloise decided to bring out the big guns. She followed her periods closely…

“Remus, my cycle is going to fall close to the full moon,” she purred at him, “I was planning to lock myself in the cell alone when I go into heat…to keep from mating. If you give me your word you will help me when the time comes…I will let you stay with me. But…but I don’t want to get pregnant. Not now.”

Remus stared at Eloise. Did she say she would let him fuck her if he agreed to help her kill Fenrir? The wizard’s nostrils flared as he smelled the slight scent of arousal from the muggle. Her body was reacting to her words. She wasn’t lying to him.

“You will mate with me, Eloise?” he asked her.

”If you promise to help me kill Fenrir, Remus, I will do anything you want me to,” the muggle woman replied, her eyes liquid, “But not until the full moon.”

Remus studied her. He didn’t just want to fuck Eloise then go without her again. If he risked his life for her, she would have to offer him more than a night’s mating.

“Eloise, as much as I want you, one night is not worth what you are asking me to do. If I agree to try and kill Fenrir, you have to become my mate…for life. A lifetime for a life, Eloise,” the wizard said, his eyes sober.

Eloise thought about this.

”Remus, if we kill Fenrir, then I will be your mate for life. But only after he is dead. The time that we spend together during the full moon will cement our deal. Only Fenrir’s death will seal it,” she said to the werewolf, “Fenrir’s death will prove you are wolf enough for me.”

Remus nodded.

“Very well then, Eloise. I will help you kill Fenrir,” the wizard breathed, leaning forward in an attempt to kiss her. Eloise slid back, a naughty smile on her face before she rose and walked back toward the barn.

“The full moon, wolf. That is when you’ll get yours,” she said over her shoulder.

Remus watched as she entered the charmed barn, pulling the door closed behind her, his hand falling to his lap reflexively as he throbbed with anticipation. He hadn’t gotten his paws on a woman for some time.

It would be worth the risk to mate with a willing Eloise. Plus she would be unusually receptive, even before her transformation. He could count on a human encounter as well as a wolf encounter.

Remus swallowed several times, fighting back the urge to howl his happiness to the sky.

He failed.

In the farmhouse, Rubin stopped cooking to listen. That boy sounded happy about something.

In the barn, Eloise smirked as Remus’ voice rose and fell, filling the air with sound, the cattle lowing nervously and chickens scattering.

She had her champion.

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About two hours later, Hermione returned to Severus’ study, raising the wall and entering…looking quite contrite.

Severus was sitting in front of the fireplace, dressed in his house robe, sipping a firewhiskey. An eyebrow arched as he heard the wall open, but other than that he made no motion to move. He heard Hermione slowly walking up behind him.

Hermione walked around the chairs and stood in front of Severus, the pensieve held in her hands like an offering. She blinked at him as he looked up at her.

“Has the Headmaster seen this, Severus?” the witch asked him in a quiet voice

Severus nodded.

”Three days after the incident. He wasn’t as ‘stand-offish’ as you,” the Potions Master replied.

Hermione stood there in silence a moment, then said, “I didn’t realize Volaria came to you for help. I thought…”

Severus put his glass down, his black eyes narrowed slightly as he looked up at her.

”You thought I talked the witch into obliviating her brother,” Severus finished for Hermione, “That wasn’t the case. If anything, I would have tried to get her to kill him. Volaria came up with this idea by herself. Quite a brilliant idea with a more than satisfactory result for everyone involved. As you saw, she was quite adamant as to why I had to teach her the spell.”

”Because I wouldn’t listen to her warnings,” Hermione said, setting the pensieve down on the small table next to the wizard, then wrapping her arms around herself.

A little chill went through her as she remembered how Voltaire so easily played both she and Albus.

“We only wanted to hear Voltaire’s side. He manipulated us so easily,” Hermione said, her voice quavering a bit.

Severus tried to warn her about this but she was too stubborn, too blind and so sure her way was the right way, she wouldn’t listen to the older, more experienced wizard. But hell, Albus was all for it, and he was much older than Severus. Still that was no excuse. She should have at least considered his words.

Severus sighed.

”Yes. Gryffindors are quite gullible when it comes to the belief of the ‘innate goodness’ inherent in all human beings. A wonderful sentiment, but completely untrue,” the Potions Master said softly. “And Albus was so steeped in guilt about Tom Riddle’s outcome, he desperately wanted to rectify his perceived error by putting his son on the right path. But Voltaire was already on his path. There was no way to change it, Hermione. You changed his outside, but not what was in his heart. Voltaire was a manipulator, and because of your hope…you were easy to manipulate. Anyone with a more realistic view of the situation was pushed aside, in this case, Volaria and myself.”

Hermione blinked at Severus, unable to say anything as he continued.

“When you looked at Voltaire, Hermione…you saw an individual who had been twisted into his role by another individual. Someone who was ruined by hatred, someone who you hoped to save. When I looked at Voltaire, all I saw were the thousands of people who would die because of him. One life is not worth thousands. I believed him better dead. But Volaria found a way to save both her brother and the wizarding world. Quite a brilliant little witch, wouldn’t you agree?” he said to Hermione, who nodded.

“Yes. Yes she is,” Hermione said.

“By the way, what have you and Albus done with Mr. Riddle?” Severus asked her curiously.

“He’s been sent to a private location and is under the care of the healer who took care of him as an infant, Mr. Jordan McGuire. He escaped Bella’s stronghold after her death and returned home. The headmaster contacted him and told him about Voltaire’s situation and he came to visit him. Voltaire went wild and wouldn’t let go of him the entire visit. So Jordan is being paid to care for him and bring him up to par. Voltaire is extremely bright. He should be set to rights in a couple of years. Volaria visits him regularly and will work with him too as far as his education goes. And he absolutely loves her. He calls her “Sissy,” Hermione said with a small smile, “It’s short for sister. Isn’t that cute?”

The Potions Master made a face.

”Adorable,” Severus said sarcastically, “Nothing like a seventeen-year-old former despot making baby talk. Does he drool too? What a joy that must be for Jordan. That and changing his nappies.”

”No, he doesn’t drool,” Hermione snapped, “And he’s making progress with potty training as well. Like I said, he’s bright.”

Severus looked at her then burst out laughing, Hermione scowling at him as he chuckled behind his hand. Severus had a beautiful, deep rich laugh, but Hermione found she didn’t appreciate it at this point. Wiping his eyes, the wizard sobered.

“Now that you know I was right, and you and Albus were wrong and that I have been terribly, terribly mistreated and neglected by you, is there something you wish to say to me, witch?” the Potions Master asked her silkily.

“Yes. I’m sorry, Severus,” Hermione said softly, “I should have listened to you. We both should have.”

The wizard arched an eyebrow at her.

“That’s it?” he asked her, “That’s all you have to say to me? ‘I’m sorry, Severus? What about my mistreatment? What about all the nights I spent alone…nights I should have been buried balls deep in your luscious little body and riding it to the gates of bliss? What about that, Hermione?’”

Hermione stared at him, the wizard’s dark eyes fixed upon her face.

”I…I’ll make it up to you, Severus,” she said slowly.

Suddenly the wizard stood up and grasped Hermione by her wrist tightly, pulling her into him, Hermione gasping at his roughness. Severus looked down at her, his eyes hard.

”That you will witch…starting right now,” he seethed, dragging her toward his bedroom.

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A/N: Annnnnd…another chappie of Song. Those werewolves were wimps, weren’t they? And Eloise is so manipulative….using poontang to get Remus’ nose wide open. Well it worked. And Oh Hermione. Make up sex time, baby. Hope you did some stretching exercises to limber up. Lol. Thanks for reading ya’ll. :) Oh and by the way for readers not hooked up with my live-journal, my original romance/erotica (porn, lol) novel “It’s All a Matter of Choice” has been picked up by an ebook publisher and is available on its first retail site, Mobipocket. It will be up on others as well I imagine. But here is the link: http://www.mobipocket.com/en/eBooks/BookDetails.asp?BookID=48164 If you have a moment, go check it out. And if you have a couple of spare bucks…need I say more? Support your local lemon-squeezer. Lol. Anyway, thanks again for reading. ***

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