Practice

Chapter Seven



‘Dad knows what we were doing yesterday,’ Remus said the next day, sitting down on the roundabout next to Emma. ‘He found your bra.’

‘Yeah, I know,’ she said in a low voice, kicking at the ground. ‘Your mum rang mine.’ ‘Shit,’ he mumbled, then reached over to take her hand. ‘Did you get in trouble?’

‘Not really,’ she said, shaking her head. ‘Just a lecture on how I’m too young to be thinking about sex and that I couldn’t possibly know what I’m getting into. And that, although they love you and think you’re wonderful, that we aren’t in a relationship and shouldn’t be considering doing this together because it’ll ruin our friendship.’



‘Must have been reading from the same parenting manual as my dad,’ he muttered. ‘Sounds pretty much word for word what he said.’

They were quiet for a few minutes, watching the younger children play on the swings. ‘No more closed doors at my place,’ he said softly.

‘Nor mine,’ Emma told him, then turned to look at him. ‘Maybe they’re right. Maybe we are way too young.’

‘Do you feel like we’re too young?’ he asked and she shrugged.

‘I don’t know,’ she admitted. ‘Sometimes I feel like a kid, other times I feel really old.’

She linked her fingers with his. ‘I wanted to keep going though. Even though I don’t think I’m ready to go all the way, I wanted to try some other things with you.’



‘We still can,’ he said, turning his body towards hers. ‘We could sneak into the shed sometimes.’

She frowned. ‘I suppose,’ she said, still looking downcast.

Remus looked at her then put his arm around her shoulders. ‘From the looks of that face, anyone would think you fancied me, Emma Jack,’ he teased and she laughed softly.

‘Keep dreaming, Lupin,’ she retorted, poking him in the ribs.

He chuckled and kissed her on the cheek before standing up. ‘Hang on,’ he told her, then grabbed the handles and started to run, turning the roundabout until he couldn’t keep up with it anymore then he jumped on, laughing with Emma as they got dizzier and dizzier.



They didn’t have any privacy for weeks, their parents ensuring they found plenty of reasons to check up on them when they were in their bedrooms - door wide open. Remus managed to sneak a couple of kisses, pulling apart quickly when they heard footsteps.

‘This is ridiculous,’ he muttered, running a hand over his head as he heard his mother’s footsteps coming down the hall.

Emma wiped her mouth and tried to look as though she hadn’t just had her tongue down her son’s throat when Mrs Lupin poked her head in the room on the pretence of seeing if they wanted something to eat.

‘Em, I want to be alone with you,’ he mumbled once she’d left. ‘I want to do to you what you did for me.’





Her body tingled and she felt an ache between her legs. She’d done nothing but think about him going down on her since she’d done it to him.

‘I thought of a way,’ she said softly. ‘You have a transformation coming up. Go to the shed earlier than usual - tell them you feel tired and want to sleep for a while before the change. I’ll meet you there and we can just…be alone for a while. I’ll leave before you change.’

‘No,’ he said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. ‘No, Em. I won’t put you at risk like that.’

‘You won’t be,’ she insisted. ‘I’ll be gone before you change.’

He stared at her, sorely tempted by the thought of them being alone together. ‘I’ll think about it,’ he mumbled then heard his dad’s footsteps.



‘Oh, for God’s sake,’ he growled then stood up, pulling Emma with him. ‘Let’s go out. I’m sick of being spied on.’

They passed his father, Emma saying goodbye and they went to the park. ‘Hey,’ he said, grabbing her arm as they got closer. ‘Come in here.’

He dragged her over until they were behind some large trees.

‘What?’ she asked then made a noise of understanding when his hands cupped her head and he kissed her.

Emma heard him moan when her lips parted and her breathing become ragged. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt his move around her waist, holding her as close as he could to his body.

‘God, Em,’ he murmured, tearing his lips off hers to kiss her neck. ‘We are getting really good at this.’

‘Mmm,’ she moaned as he nipped at her throat, pushing the shoulder of her shirt aside so he could run his tongue over her collar bone.



Emma’s hands crept up under his shirt and he groaned as they brushed over his nipples.

‘Jeez, I reckon I could come in my pants right now,’ he whispered then hissed as she pinched a nipple.

‘Go on,’ she said, a dare in her voice.

One hand fell to his fly and pulled down his zip, shoving her hand inside his pants. ‘Em,’ he said a little shakily but let out a shuddering breath when her hand closed around him. ‘God, Em, are you sure?’

She nodded, pushing his further back into the shrubbery. ‘Just be quiet, for Merlin’s sake,’ she whispered, then pushed him up so his back was against a tree.



Remus undid his button and then kissed her as she began to stroke his cock inside his underwear.

‘This isn’t going to take long,’ he mumbled against her lips then kissed her until he let out a long moan, pressing his lips against hers hard.

Emma felt warm liquid spurt across her hand and as she felt his erection disappearing, she wiped it off on his underwear.

‘Sorry,’ she whispered as she did up his fly again. ‘We can’t use magic out here.’

He nodded, looking a little wobbly.

Emma turned around to walk back out into the open but he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he said softly, pulling her back to him. ‘It’s your turn now.’



Before she could object, he had his hand under her skirt and it was sliding inside her underwear.

‘Jesus, Remus,’ she gasped then drew in a sharp breath when she felt his finger searching for then finding her clit.

He rubbed his finger over the little bump and she felt her body clench.

‘Oh,’ she breathed, closing her eyes and clinging tightly to Remus’ shoulders so she wouldn’t fall.

Smiling, he did it again then shifted, sliding a finger inside her and letting his thumb take over circling her clit.

‘R…Remus,’ she moaned, rocking her hips against his fingers. Her breathing was fast and, when he kissed her, she felt her knees buckle as she came.



‘You smell so good,’ he whispered as she came back to earth, his face nuzzling her neck.

She smacked his hand, which was still down her underwear and he chuckled, pulling it out. He looked at her as he raised it to his mouth and licked his fingers. Emma’s mouth fell open and she felt a surge of lust that made her knees tremble again.

‘You taste good too,’ he murmured and her face flushed. ‘I’ll do it. Tomorrow night. Come to the shed an hour before dark and I’ll be waiting.’

He trembled, thinking of what he wanted to do to her. His erection had returned when he tasted her and he felt an almost overpowering, primal urge to pull her to the ground and slam himself inside of her.



Confused and a little frightened by the strong urge that made him shake, he stepped back. Emma, too, was surprised by the thrill of fear that ran through her suddenly.

‘This is Remus,’ she told herself. ‘I don’t need to be frightened of him.’

His eyes were dark, almost black and the obvious desire there startled her. ‘I should go,’ he said now, sounding almost puzzled. ‘I told dad I’d be back before dark.’

She nodded and he took a deep breath, trying to get himself under some control. Stepping forward, he kissed her lightly, trying not to breathe in that scent; that scent that suddenly had him wanting to be buried deep inside her.

‘What the hell is happening?’ he wondered as he turned and walked away, trying not to look back at her.



He was exhausted the next day, resting as much as possible. A couple of hours before dark, he told his parents he was going to his shed.

‘I’m too tired,’ he told them. ‘I don’t want to fall asleep. I’m getting a bit big to carry to the shed.’

They locked him in and he lay there, anticipation making him edgy. He was already aroused, his erection throbbing uncomfortably, and he was pacing the room like an animal. He felt as though every nerve, every muscle was on alert, waiting for…



Remus stopped in shock. ‘Mating,’ he thought, standing stock still. ‘I want to mate. No. The wolf wants to mate.’

A surge of lust bent him over at the waist, his shaking hand reaching out to hang onto the wall. This was the first time he’d felt like this; like the wolf was taking him over - while he was still in human form; before night fall. And it was sure of what it wanted; what it needed - Emma.



‘Emma can’t come here,’ he thought desperately. ‘Not when I feel like this.’

For the first time in his life, Remus was certain that, if Emma arrived tonight, he’d hurt her. He would not be able to control himself.

‘Jesus,’ he moaned, curling himself up into a ball and rocking. ‘Please, Em. Don’t come.’

He remained tightly clenched for several minutes then suddenly his head snapped up, the wolf sniffing and smelling the scent he was waiting for.



Remus grabbed hold of the steel frame of the bed, shaking uncontrollably now as he tried to stop the wolf inside him from taking over; from attacking her as she walked through the door.

‘Hi,’ she whispered as she walked in then she stopped. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Go,’ he said harshly, trying not to breathe through his nose. ‘Em, go. Now!’

‘Why?’ she asked, stepping forward and he cringed, gripping the rail tighter.

‘Emma, please,’ he begged. ‘I’ll hurt you. I’ll hurt you.’



‘Remus, you’d never hurt me,’ she began but he let out a moan as he struggled against a horny, snapping wolf that wanted to claim this woman as roughly as he could.

‘It’s not me,’ he insisted shakily. ‘I’m not me. I’ll hurt you, Em. Go. Now! NOW!’

At his shout, she spun around and ran out the door, locking it behind her. Letting out a shuddering breath, he let go and the wolf howled in anger. He fell to the ground, shaking violently and felt tears coming. He couldn’t smell her anymore and the disgruntled wolf was retreating a little.

‘What’s happening to me?’ he whispered, tears of frustration and fear streaking hot down his cheeks.



When Emma came to see him the next day, he asked his mother to tell her he was sleeping.

‘I’m tired, Mum,’ he said in answer to her surprise.

It was only a day or two until he left for school and, until he understood what had happened to him, he didn’t want to be around her. He smelled her when she arrived and he felt the exhausted wolf lift his head. An hour later, his father brought him lunch.

‘I’m not real hungry, dad,’ he murmured, pulling the sheets up higher. His father shut the door behind him and sat on the bed.



‘What’s wrong?’ he asked gently. ‘Why didn’t you want to see Emma?’

Remus felt his face collapsing and his eyes filled with tears. ‘Dad, there’s something wrong with me,’ he whispered. ‘I…I wanted to hurt Emma.’

His father frowned then listened as Remus told him how he’d felt the night before; how he’d struggled to control himself when he smelled Emma’s scent; how he knew he’d force himself on her. He saw the concern in his father’s face and he helped him out of bed. They went to apparate outside, telling Mrs Lupin that Remus wasn’t feeling well and he was just taking him to their Healer for a check up.



Remus explained everything to the male Healer that he’d been seeing for years now then watched as the man thought.

‘This girl, Emma,’ he said. ‘Have you been intimate with her?’

‘We haven’t had sex,’ Remus said, blushing but the man shook his head.

‘But you’ve been intimate with her? Engaged in some kind of sexual activity?’

He nodded and said, ‘Yeah, but we’ve been…mucking around like that on and off for a couple of years now. Why did I just start feeling like this now?’

The man stared at him for a minute then asked, ‘Before your transformation, did you feel like this? Feel a stronger urge than usual to be with her?’



Remus nodded. ‘The day before,’ he answered. ‘We were fooling around a little and I just suddenly felt…strange.’

‘And when you were…fooling around, did something happen that usually doesn’t?’ the Healer asked now. ‘Did you go further than you have before?’

‘No,’ Remus said, embarrassment fading now as he thought. ‘We’ve done that before.’ ‘Anything?’ the man said. ‘Remus, something sparked this off. Something about her struck a chord with you last night and we need to find out what it was so that we can go about trying to control it. Think. It could be something so small that you didn’t think anything of it, but if it was new, different…’



Remus was quiet for several moments, replaying that day in the park. Emma had jerked him off then he’d masturbated her in return. He’d felt normal then still. She’d hit him, his hand was still in her knickers. He remembered the musky smell of her and how he’d wanted more than anything to taste her. Recalling the taste of her on his fingers now made his body react - instant hard on pulsing in his pants and he felt the wolf inside him sniff the air, searching for her.



‘I…I could smell her…,’ he said haltingly, crossing his legs quickly.

‘Her arousal? You have an incredible sense of smell,’ the Healer asked and Remus nodded.

‘I…I’ve never tasted her before,’ he whispered, looking away from the man. ‘I wanted to so - I put my finger in my mouth and…I felt really strange afterwards.’

‘Strange how?’ he asked and Remus closed his eyes.

‘I wanted to…I wanted to screw her. Right there, straight away. I got a…a hard on again and I had to go or I knew I‘d do something.’

The man looked at Remus now and asked gently, ‘And just thinking about it now…?’ ‘God, yeah alright,’ Remus spat, looking at the ground. ‘I’ve got one now too. What the hell is wrong with me?’



The man sat back in his chair and frowned. ‘Hmm,’ he said. ‘It’s normal for teenage lycanthropes to get a bit more aggressive around the full moon but the urges you are experiencing are too strong for normal full moon syndrome. You have the taste for her now. The wolf recognises her; it wants her.’

He sighed and stood up. ‘I think, now the moon is waning, that you’ll be able to control yourself around her. Please don’t have any more sexual contact with her until I speak with you. I’m going to do some research but, if what I suspect is true, you may have to prepare yourself to cut off contact with this girl.’

‘I can’t,’ Remus cried, standing up. ‘She’s my best friend. I have to see her.’

‘Remus, just let me figure this out first,’ the Healer said. ‘Let me talk to your father.’



Remus left, sending his father in. He sat slunk over on his chair and his mood didn’t improve when his father emerged, his face a little pale.

‘Come on,’ he said, helping his son up. ‘Let’s go get some dinner.’

Remus asked him at home to tell him what the Healer said but he told him he knew nothing other than the Healer was looking into it. He fell into a troubled sleep, unaware that his parent’s were discussing the problem.



‘He thinks she’s his mate,’ Mr Lupin explained to his wife. ‘Something triggered it and…now the wolf part of him wants to mate with her.’

She frowned but didn’t look overly concerned. ‘So?’ she asked. ‘He’s told us he and Emma were talking about beginning a sexual relationship. It’s not just the wolf part of him. Won’t he grow out of it? Is it like a physical attraction? We’ll just stop them seeing each other for a while…’



But Mr Lupin shook his head. ‘No,’ he said emphatically. ‘It’s not just an attraction. It’s a fixation; an instinct. It’s an animal instinct - just like a wild wolf. He can…smell her and if he lets it go, he’d take her - willing or not.’

‘He’d never…’ she began in horror.

‘No, Remus would never hurt Emma,’ he said in despair. ‘But he isn’t Remus. It isn’t him. A deeper, baser instinct drives him and he wouldn’t hesitate to take what he wanted.’



Mrs Lupin thought for a moment then looked up, her forehead creased. ’I can’t believe I’m saying this but…should we just let them have sex? Stop fighting it and let them…get it out of their system. At least Emma would be willing…’

‘That occurred to me too,‘ he admitted. ‘But according to the Healer, him forcing her is not the only problem. If they do consummate, she’ll be his mate. Forever, Kathy. Werewolves mate for life, only finding another mate after the death of his own. If he had sex with someone he recognised as his mate, he’d think she was his; that she belonged to him. He’d never let her go, Kath. He’d kill her before he let her go.’



His wife looked frightened and covered her mouth with her hand. ‘He can’t see her anymore,’ she said softly. ‘We can’t risk this happening. Emma…should we tell her parents?’

Mr Lupin shrugged. ‘I don’t know,’ he said softly. ‘The Healer said it was up to us whether or not to tell Remus. I think we should. He needs to know why it’s so important for him to stay away from Emma. They were together the other day…that’s what sparked this. They went to the park and somehow managed to do enough to bring this about. We can’t watch them at school. Even Dumbledore can’t watch them all the time.’



‘He’ll have to pull out,’ she said but he shook his head.

‘If we tell him how important it is that they not have contact; maybe tell Emma too, he should be able to control it until just before and just after the full moon.’

‘You think we should tell Emma?’ she asked and he let out a breath of laughter.

‘Do you think that little girl would take Remus shutting her out without a fight?’ he commented and Mrs Lupin smiled.

‘I suppose not,’ she said softly.

There was a moment’s silence then she said tearily, ‘He’s going to be devastated, John.’

‘I know,’ her husband said wearily. ‘I know.’