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

Chapter 69 ~ Changes and Plans

Severus knew Hermione wasn’t being truthful to him when she told him she wouldn’t take advantage of him loving her. She didn’t go directly back to university like she threatened but continued to work on Albus’ pet projects.

Sometimes Hermione would come up to Severus’ lab with a difficult problem, and since his confession Severus tried to maintain some sense of self with the witch and not act as if he were kowtowing to her every wish. He didn’t have a problem with kowtowing before he told her he loved her, but…that’s a man for you.

”You’re a brilliant witch, Hermione, figure it out. Why are you coming to me when you know I have my own work to do?” he’d asked her, nostrils flared as he chopped potions ingredients. He could hardly get into the lab to do anything as it was because of Bartholomew and he didn’t need Hermione milking up his time.

“Because you looooove me,” Hermione would croon at him, smiling broadly.

“Quiet witch!” Severus would bark at her, “You don’t have to announce it to the whole school!”

Then he’d help her.

Sometimes that “because you looooove me” line backfired on Hermione and she soon learned she had to be careful where she said it and in what situation.

She pulled it on him one evening in his study after she and the Potions Master had an argument over some insignificant potions fact and Hermione won.

“I don’t know why I even bother trying to get through to you sometimes, Hermione,” Severus said, scowling.

”You do it because you loooove me,” Hermione teased.

Severus looked at her for several moments, still rather miffed that she had verbally outmaneuvered him. Suddenly the wizard rose from his chair, grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled Hermione towards his bedroom, one hand already working on his robes fasteners.

”It’s not all love, witch,” he snarled at her, slinging Hermione into the bed, “Trust me when I say there is a fair amount of lust involved.”

Then after wrestling the witch out of her robes, he proceeded to fuck the shit out of her.

Afterwards, when they were both lying on their backs, soaked and panting, Severus turned his face towards Hermione and gasped, “Remember, I did that because I loooove you.”

Hermione was too exhausted to slap him with the pillow.

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Hermione found Volaria and apologized for not believing her when she tried to tell both her and Albus that her brother was evil. Volaria looked at her in silence for several moments, her blue eyes cool. She told Hermione it was okay, then walked away, her robes billowing slightly. The young witch reminded her of Severus for a moment before she rounded the corner and disappeared.

When Hermione told Severus about it, he simply said, “Give the witch time, Hermione. Remember, you turned away from her because she did the right thing. That hurt her. Hurt takes time to get over. Apparently Miss Ruddle is honest enough about her feelings not to act as if she has forgiven you when she hasn’t or at least not completely. Besides, you are not as important to her as you were, Hermione. She depended on you, but now she has her own life, friends, family and a destiny to fulfill.”

His words stung Hermione a bit, but she realized the wizard was right. Volaria was free now and trying to find her own place in the world. Hermione might have remained an important part of it, but she made a mistake. Mistakes had to be paid for.

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About six days before the full moon, Eloise got her period and a nasty case of cramps to go with it. Rubin gave her a weak pain potion to deal with the worst of them, but didn’t want to give her anything stronger that could affect her cycle. Eloise was snappish and bad-tempered. It didn’t help that Remus had begun coming to Rubin’s farm every evening to see her.

Eloise was quite stand-offish since she felt the werewolf was sniffing around in anticipation of her going into heat. Finally, she told him to get away and stay away, stalking off to the barn.

As Remus sat sulking at the outside table after Eloise slammed the barn door on him, Rubin sauntered up and sat down across from him, pushing his hat back a bit as he studied the werewolf.

”You know it’s that time of month for her, Remus. You’re lucky she’s not a witch or you would be hexed, my boy, and hexed good,” the farmer said, “Women can be very volatile when they’re waving the red flag.”

Remus looked at him.

”But…but shouldn’t she be more…more attracted towards me now?” he asked the wizard.

Rubin was very familiar with female cycles because of his animals.

”No, right now she’s cranky. Towards the end she’ll be…er…nicer,” Rubin replied.

”How long is it going to take?” Remus asked him, looking back at the barn with longing eyes.

“Not sure. A few days. But you’ll know. We’ll both know,” Rubin said, his own eyes twisting toward the barn now.

”How will you know?” the werewolf asked the farmer, his brow furrowed.

”Well…I’m a male. No doubt I will attract her a bit…hopefully not too much. Hopefully she’ll want a werewolf…otherwise I’m going to have be sealed up tight inside the farmhouse until you set her straight,” Rubin said, reddening a bit.

Remus felt a little jealous throb in his belly as he looked at the elderly, stout farmer, his eyes going just a tad black-veined. Rubin scowled at him.

”Get those territorial instincts back in line, boy. I’m not interested in Eloise that way. You should know better,” the wizard snapped, his eyes going hard.

Remus’ eyes returned to normal and he looked a bit shamefaced.

”I’m sorry Rubin…I’m all on edge about this,” Remus said softly.

Rubin’s face lost its hard look.

”I understand son. Well in a few days it will all be set right, although this will probably happen next month as well, and maybe the month after too. It takes a little time for the cycles to change. Her periods will occur close enough to the full moon to put her in heat again,” Rubin said, looking thoughtful.

“You might be able to use that knowledge,” the farmer said.

Remus looked at him.

”Use it for what?” Remus asked the wizard.

“I know what Eloise wants, Remus,” Rubin said, “She talks about it almost every day. Not in depth, but she makes references and sometimes just stares across the fields with a hard look in her eyes. She wants Fenrir dead…and she wants you to kill him or help her kill him. You’ve got to make a plan boy. That werewolf is going to show up here sooner or later. I’m thinking sooner because he no longer has the Death Eaters, and can’t show his muzzle in the village. Werewolves are social animals. Yes, they can be loners but they need company from time to time. You can use Eloise to draw him out.”

Remus stared at him.

”How?” Remus asked.

“I’ve thought about that. We’ll need to…” Rubin began.

“We? You want in on this Rubin?” Remus asked him in amazement.

Rubin’s face contorted.

“That bastard turned my son. If not for Fenrir, my boy would still be alive, probably working this farm instead of me. It’s time for some payback, Remus. I owe that werewolf,” Rubin said solemnly.

“You, me and a lot of others,” the werewolf agreed.

“Yes, but only three people have the heart to take him on. That’s you, me and Eloise,” the farmer said, “But most likely Eloise will not be in a state to fight if she’s in heat. No matter how much she hates Fenrir, he will appear as a dominant male and attract her. Her animal instincts will be in effect.”

A low growl escaped Remus’ throat. The idea of Eloise willingly mating with Fenrir rubbed his fur the wrong way…though he had no fur at the moment.

“What were you going to suggest, Rubin?” the wizard asked, his jaw set.

”I was going to say that we need to collect Eloise’s menstrual pads and distribute them for miles around. One pad can be scented for miles. Any werewolf that scents it will be drawn here,” the farmer said.

Remus frowned.

“But that means the werewolves in the village will come too,” the wizard said.

”Yes, there is that. But Fenrir will drive them away or at least back if he’s among them. I have an idea that will allow that, and get you access to him without the other werewolves becoming involved. But it will require timing and Eloise will have to be present to lure him in…” the wizard said.

Remus looked extremely interested.

”Tell me more,” he said.

Rubin stood up and walked out into the barnyard, followed by Remus. The farmer picked up a sit, crouched and began drawing in the dirt, the wizard watching closely.

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Fenrir paced back and forth restlessly in his cave. He had a close call earlier when he visited a farm seeking to steal something to eat. As he watched he saw several Aurors leave the farmhouse, obviously searching for him. They were too close. Fenrir managed to escape without being seen, and caught himself a rabbit on the way back to the cave.

He felt he was going mad. He didn’t have the Death Eater meetings or revels to attend, and the werewolf village was closely being watched. He had no doubt that even if he did manage to slip into it, someone would inform on him. They were all domesticated dogs for the wizarding world, every one of them.

Fenrir snarled. He had planned to visit Rubin’s farm during the full moon, but now felt it would be wiser to wait. He was lonely and miserable. He wanted Eloise back. Badly. Even if she was sterilized, he wanted her. He needed a companion. The feisty muggle would be perfect. He could still mate with her after all.

He could have tried showing up during the day, but with the Aurors searching for him and Remus’ magical skills as a wizard, it wouldn’t be the smart thing to do. Remus was a match for him with a wand. He needed the bastard transformed so he could do him in. He couldn’t use magic then.

”Fucking Lupin,” he growled, picking up a stone and hurling it into the cave wall so powerfully, it shattered, “You’re going to pay for this. I swear it.”

Magic swirled around the werewolf as his oath took hold.

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Eloise’s menstrual cycle wound down a day before the full moon, and the muggle was edgy. When she exited the barn that morning, she found Rubin carrying water to the trough for his animals. While he could have used magic to fill the trough, he believed he benefited from physical labor. It kept him sharp and strong.

Eloise froze when she saw the wizard, her eyes narrowing a bit before she walked up behind him silently as he poured one bucket into the trough, then the other. Then he turned and found himself standing face to face with Eloise, the muggle’s eyes slightly veined. She was uncomfortably close.

“Er…good morning, Eloise,” the farmer said, easing to the side so as not to be standing directly in front of her. The woman’s breasts were almost poking him in the chest.

Eloise stepped over too, blocking him again.

”Good morning, Rubin,” she purred at him.

Rubin blinked at her. Shit. Eloise was in heat.

”I…I need to fetch more water,” the wizard said, starting to walk away quickly. He wasn’t walking toward the water pump however, he was heading to his werewolf-proof house.

He was almost there when Eloise landed in front of him. She had leapt over his head to stop him from entering the farmhouse, and now began to walk forward, her hips swinging sexily as she approached the worried farmer. She looked predatory as she backed him up.

”Now…now Eloise…you don’t know what you’re doing, woman,” Rubin said, holding out his hands in front of him as if trying to hold her back.

Eloise clearly was going to walk breast-first into his palms, so the farmer lowered his hands and kept backing up, stopping when the back of his legs hit the wooden table in the yard.

Eloise continued to approach him. Rubin didn’t want to draw his wand on the muggle. She couldn’t help what she was feeling, but he couldn’t let her lose control. He slipped his hand into his pocket, grasping his wand as Eloise moved into his personal space. If she touched him in an intimate manner, he would be forced to stun her.

Eloise stopped, her eyes searching Rubin’s face. She didn’t like the nervousness she could see and scent. She leaned toward the wizard’s face and began sniffing him, eventually snuffling his whole body, dropping down and almost pressing her face into his groin as she examined him for suitability. Rubin stood stiff as a board, praying Remus didn’t pop in at this point. It didn’t look too good and he might have to hex two werewolves instead of one.

Eloise stood up and stepped back from the farmer

“You’re not what I want,” she breathed at Rubin, disappointment in her eyes, “You’re not a werewolf. I need a werewolf.”

Rubin pushed his straw hat back and wiped the perspiration from his forehead with the back of his hand, sighing with relief as Eloise let him off the hook.

“No, Eloise…I’m not a werewolf. I’m all human, but Remus will be here soon,” he said gently, “Go back to the barn and wait for him. I’ll bring you a steak.”

Eloise took one more sniff of the farmer as if to make sure he wouldn’t do.

”All right,” she said shortly, turning and walking back to the barn with a very seductive walk, her ass shifting beneath her jeans.

Rubin shook his head as he watched her enter the barn. Thank the gods she realized he wasn’t a suitable mate. Rubin felt fatherly toward the muggle…it would have been horrible if she had initiated something physical between them. Rubin liked older, plumper witches, the strong kind. His own wife had been a full-figured woman and not afraid of hard work. He sighed. He missed his wife. She died shortly after his son did…from grief. Yet another reason to kill Fenrir.

Rubin walked over to one of the iron posts and pulled out his wand, flicking it. Suddenly the silver fencing unrolled itself around the area, the silver mesh covering weaving itself on top. He didn’t need any werewolves suddenly showing up, scenting Eloise and descending on his farm. When Remus arrived, he would let him in, then reseal the gate.

If what he just experienced with Eloise was any indication, Rubin believed Remus was going to be in for quite a workout.

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A/N: Poor Rubin. Lol. And lol about Hermione…”because you loooove me.” Lol, a good way to need a few gallons of purple potions girl. Rofl. Thanks for reading.