The Wolf\'s Lifemate

The Wolf’s Lifemate 7

Pairing: Remus/Harry (main pairing), Greyback/Draco (secondary pairing), probably Ron/Hermione

Rated: NC-17

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of it’s characters- those rights belong to J. K. Rowling.

Warnings: SLASH, and my own take on werewolves. I made some information up, just for fun. :) Might have slight mention of beastality. Now AU (because of book six).

Notes: This really isn’t supposed to have plot, but it does have a slight one, so I can’t really say that it’s a PWP. Let’s just say that some canon issues in the books won’t be addressed in this fic. (For one, when I first wrote this, Dumbledore was still alive, so some events that took place in book six didn’t really happen in this fic).
There will probably have some spoilers to HBP. So, as you know, this is AU now. There may be more chapters to this than I had originally decided on last time.

Much longer chapter this time around to make up for the shorter one.

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The day finally came for Harry to get on the Hogwarts Express for his seventh and final time. Harry was a little nervous, but not because of school itself, or what others would think when they find out what he had become, but because Remus had explained to him more about how everything would seem ten times greater than before. Smells would be overpowering at first, as Harry slowly began to realize. If smelling just Tonks that one time made him wrinkle his nose, what would a whole train full of girls smell like?

Harry’s hearing was ten times greater also. He’d be able to hear a conversation clearly as if he was standing right next to them from many feet away. No need for Extendable Ears, that was for sure. Also, Remus told Harry that his eyesight would eventually get better. Harry asked if that meant that he didn’t need glasses anymore, but Remus shook his head.

“You’ll still need them, because you’re still mostly human,” he explained to Harry. “But you’d be able to see a lot better in darker places, as long as there’s a light source; like moonlight or a crack under the door. You’d be able to zoom in on something from far away, but it would still be blurry without your glasses. So, yes, you still need them.”

Harry had sighed, “Bugger.”

The day that the full moon had risen, Remus did, indeed, transform. Harry didn’t run. He was a bit nervous, and maybe a little scared, but something told him not to run, not to hide, and be there for Remus. Although Remus had taken the potion, Remus could still be dangerous to humans if locked in the same room, as far as Harry knew. But when Remus’s transformation was complete, and he turned his attention immediately on Harry, Harry’s heart started thumping wildly in his chest. The werewolf was staring at Harry as if Harry were a piece of meat, and it made Harry sweat.

But when the werewolf stuck his large nose against Harry’s neck and sniffed, sounding like Fang whenever he liked to sniff at someone’s leg or a tree, Harry felt his trousers becoming a size too small. The full moon was effecting him as well, as he had been told, and Harry couldn’t help falling onto his back in a submissive pose, letting Remus know that he was all his.

They had done it. Remus, the werewolf, pawed at Harry in a way that made Harry understand that he wanted him to roll over. Harry obeyed without a fuss, rolling over and lifting his arse into the air. The werewolf ripped Harry’s trousers and underpants off easily as if it were tissue paper and immediately began to lick at Harry’s hole, making it sticky and wet with its saliva. But because of the moon, it didn’t take much for Harry to be ready, and the beast mounted Harry quickly and slid its enormous, pink cock inside. It hurt, but only for a few seconds, and then Harry was pushing back, whining like a little bitch in heat.

Harry blushed at the memory of that night as he walked behind Remus. The man was pushing his trolley along for him, being the dutiful dominant partner that he was. It made Harry a little embarrassed, but he let Remus do it all the same. He was so used to doing things on his own, but it felt good to let go and allow Remus to do them.

“Here we are,” said Remus, stopping the trolley. Harry peered over one of Remus’s broad shoulders. “Platform 9 ¾.”

Harry kept his face near Remus so that Remus was the main person he smelled at the moment. Some older lady with strong perfume had walked by not too long ago, and Harry thought he was about to have a sneezing fit.

“Still going to be with me on the train?” he asked.

“Of course,” said Remus. “Unless you’d rather spend some time with your friends. I’m sure they’re dying to see you.”

“Um, well, Ron and Hermione will be in the prefects carriage at first…”

Remus smiled. “You’re welcome to visit them when they’re done, of course. I know that your friends will protect you no matter what.”

Harry felt relieved and smiled back. “Thanks, Remus.”

Remus nodded, understanding that Harry was worried about Remus getting too jealous about Harry being with his friends. Remus knew that Harry’s friends wouldn’t do anything sexual with Harry, so it was fine.

“Let’s go, then,” he said, and then they quickly ran at the barrier between platform’s nine and ten.

The familiar sight of the steaming red engine stood before them. Harry’s face split into a wide grin, panting, and heart beating wildly. They made it.

And then Harry’s nose was suddenly assaulted by millions of unfamiliar odors. Without caring what others thought, Harry buried his face into Remus’s shoulder. A bit startled, Remus looked over at him.

“All right, Harry?”

“So… so many smells!” Harry groaned.

“Yeah, this is what Moody was talking about before, but you’ll get used to it. You’ll be able to force some smells into the background while you tune in to certain scents. Like if you were in the carriage your friends were in, you could try tuning in only one person, or both, if you’re good at it.”

“What if I can’t control it?” Harry frowned.

“You’ll be able to, don’t worry about that,” said Remus, placing an arm around him. “If anyone can get used to being a wolf-halfling, it’s you, Harry.”

Harry nodded. He appreciated the praise, but he still wasn’t sure if he was able to do it. Remus steered them over to the part of the train where his luggage and Hedwig went, and then they moved to hurry onto the train. Remus went in first.

“Harry!” came an excited shriek. Harry turned and saw Hermione Granger running toward him, and not far off was his other best friend, Ron Weasley. He smiled at them, very pleased to finally see them. He wondered what they thought of him now since he owled them and told them about what happened.

“Hermione! Ron!” Harry said happily. It seemed that Hermione forgot about Harry’s new abilities because she threw herself at him in a giant hug.

Hermione’s scent filled his nostrils and he expected to start sneezing like crazy, but what actually came out where a few coughs.

“Oh, sorry, Harry!” Hermione said, pulling away. “I forgot that you’re not used to other people’s smells yet.”

Ron stood back, looking awkward. “Um…”

Harry’s nose was filled with something unexpected. Ron and Hermione weren’t overpowering like Tonks had been. Hermione’s scent was a mixture of things that Harry thought he recognized, a couple of them being the smell of books and parchment. She also had some sort of cedar smell to her, which wasn’t completely awful, but her female scent… down there… was what had made him cough.

Ron, however… Harry took a few steps toward him. His smell wasn’t as bad as Hermione’s. Ron smelt of cinnamon, sandalwood, toasted marshmallows, and the unmistakable masculine scent. Ron was staring at Harry with uncertainty, as if he were expecting Harry to be disgusted, but Harry smiled and pulled Ron into a giant bear hug.

“Good to see you too, Ron.”

Ron relaxed. “You too, Harry.”

“Hey,” said Hermione, putting her hands on her hips. “Why isn’t Ron making you cough?”

Harry turned red. “Um, well… because his smell isn’t bad?”

Hermione looked a little put out, so Harry decided to enlighten her.

“It’s ok, Hermione… you’re not that bad. For some reason, when I smelled Tonks, it was… too overpowering. But the only smell on you that annoys me is something you can’t help.”

“What? Do I smell like a library?”

Ron laughed boisterously and Harry snickered.

“Well, you do smell like books, but that wasn’t the smell I meant. I’m talking about your female scent.”

“Oh, I see…” Hermione nibbled at her bottom lip. “So, you cough around women?”

“With Tonks I sneezed,” said Harry. “I think the worse it is, the more I sneeze or something. Seeing how I just cough with you,” he cleared his throat when he felt a tickle in it. “It must mean that I’ll be able to stand being around you more than other girls.”

Ron was nodding in understanding. “Hermione isn’t your average girl.”

Hermione leered at him. “And what is that supposed to mean, Ronald?”

Ron went red. “Er, just that you’re… unique?”

Harry rolled his eyes when he noticed that they were about to have a small row. “Come on, guys, let’s get on the train.”

“That’s another thing!” Hermione said, huffily. “You act as if I’m one of the guys.”

“Well, you are,” said Harry cheekily. He exchanged a grin with Ron.

Hermione’s mouth dropped open and then she snapped it shut, huffing. “If that’s what you think, Harry James Potter.”

Harry smiled. “Yeah, that’s what I think, Hermione Jane Granger.”

Ron snorted.

“Oh, shut up, Ronald Bilius Weasley!” Hermione growled, and then made her way to the prefects’ carriage.

Ron’s entire face went beet red. “Hermione!” he started after her, then stopped and looked back at Harry.

“It’s all right, go on,” Harry told him. “I’ll be in a compartment with Remus.”

Ron nodded and then went after Hermione.

.-.

The minute Harry got on the train, however, he had to cover his nose with his hand. Too many smells hit him all at once. He frantically searched for the compartment with Remus in it, went in, sat as close as he dared to his mate, and then buried his nose into Remus’s robe.

Remus smiled. “So, how’s it going with the smells?”

“Don’t ask,” he mumbled against Remus.

“What about Ron and Hermione?”

“I can stand them just fine,” said Harry, moving his face a little away from Remus so he could talk better. “Ron actually smells good…”

Harry immediately regretted saying that. “What?” said Remus in the unmistakable, possessive way.

“Nothing like that!” Harry said, sitting up straighter. “Honest! His smell just doesn’t make me sneeze or cough.”

“And Hermione’s does?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, but it’s not as bad as Tonks.”

“What does she smell like?”

“Tonks?”

“No. Hermione.”

Harry chewed on his bottom lip. “Like books, and cedar—at least I think it was cedar—and her feminine scent… that’s what makes me cough.”

“And Tonks makes you sneeze.”

“Yeah. I didn’t catch what she smelled like because her female scent was too overpowering at the time.”

Remus nodded. “That makes sense, since she was on duty a lot and didn’t have much time to take a shower then.”

“Mm,” said Harry. They lapsed into silence for a while.

“So, Ron smelled good,” said Remus suddenly.

“I swear, I don’t want to jump him!” Harry said hastily. “I think it’s mainly the girls that I can’t stand being around much.”

“It’s a good thing you sleep in a dorm full of boys, then,” said Remus. He was still staring at Harry with a slight gleam of possessiveness in his eyes.

“Ron knows that you’re my lifemate now, so don’t worry about it,” Harry tried reassuring Remus more.

“What did he say about it?” asked Remus.

“About the lifemate thing?” Harry said. Remus nodded. “Oh,” said Harry, “he didn’t say anything to me about it yet.”

“Well, that’s unusual,” said Remus. “Usually Ron says what’s on his mind.”

“Maybe he promised Hermione that he wouldn’t talk about it with me in public?”

Remus nodded. “That could be.”

Harry snuggled into Remus more, enjoying his mate’s scent, when Ron and Hermione came in. Harry looked up and smiled at them.

“Hey,” said Ron.

“Hey,” replied Harry.

“Hello, Mr. Weasley,” said Remus. “And Miss Granger.”

“Hello, sir,” said Hermione.

“Are you our professor again?” Ron asked.

“I’m more of an assistant to the professors,” explained Remus.

“Who’s our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?” asked Hermione.

“Dumbledore didn’t say,” said Remus quietly. “I think he was still deciding when last I talked to him.”

“Well, I’d like to know so we can find out if we need the DA anymore or not.”

“I doubt we do,” said Harry. “Anyway, if we ever get a professor that doesn’t know what he or she is doing, then Remus could teach us.”

“Oh, I could, could I?” Remus said, raising an eyebrow at his mate.

Harry smiled and nodded a little. “Yeah, you could. You’re the best teacher we’ve ever had.”

“Next to Dumbledore, of course,” said Hermione. She gave Harry an appointed look.

“Oh, yeah,” said Harry. “Besides Dumbledore.”

Remus was staring oddly at Harry, and Harry wasn’t sure just why. It finally hit him that he was expecting Harry to start coughing or something like it because of Hermione being in the compartment with them. But Hermione was on the other side close to Ron, and Harry’s nose was still close to Remus so that was whom he could smell the most. To demonstrate this, Harry nuzzled his face back into Remus’s shoulder and inhaled deeply. He glanced up and just caught a faint blush on Remus’s cheeks.

“So, Harry,” said Ron, getting Harry’s attention away from Remus. “About you being… lifemates…”

“Oh,” said Harry, his own cheeks burning a little. “Yeah?”

Ron looked back and forth from Harry and Remus, and then settled his gaze onto Harry. “Does this mean that you’re gay?”

“Ron!” said Hermione indignantly.

Harry snickered, slightly nervous. “Ah, well… I’ve always had an open mind. It doesn’t matter to me if the person is male or female or both.” At their shocked looks, Harry laughed.

“Which do you prefer, though?” Ron said when he got out of shock.

Harry shrugged. “Don’t know… and it’s too late to find out, really,” he looked back up at Remus and Remus was staring at him with an intense look. “I’m with Remus for life. That’s what a lifemate is.” He shrugged again.

“And you’re all right with this?” said Ron. “I mean, you’re seventeen! Normal seventeen year olds go out and date to find out just what kind of person they want to be with.”

Harry felt his stomach sink and his anger rise at that. He tried to control it, but it was difficult. “I’ve never known about what’s normal, have I? And I’ll thank you to not talk about me going around dating others, especially in front of Remus!”

Ron flinched at Harry’s tone and looked down at his shoes. “Sorry, mate…. Er, I mean, Harry.” He quickly amended when he saw the glare Remus gave him for calling Harry ‘mate’. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m just worried that…”

“That I’ll get bored of Remus?” Harry said, still feeling affronted. “That I’ll get tired of wanting to be with my lifemate? Because I seriously doubt that will happen any time soon!”

“Ok, Harry, ok,” said Ron, holding his hands up in surrender. “You made your point. I’m sorry.”

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron and then took out one of her textbooks to read.

Harry pursed his lips together in slight annoyance, but he finally started to cool down and leaned against Remus again.

Then the door to the compartment opened and they all jumped.

“Oh, is it already full in here?”

A scent of daffodils, butterscotch, waffles, and crayons filled Harry’s nose.

“Hey, Luna,” said Hermione.

“Hello, Luna,” said Harry carefully.

“Hi, Harry…” she drifted inside. “I was hoping there would be enough room for me in here with you three, because Marietta Edgecombe was being rude and I didn’t want to sit by her anymore.”

“Er, we can make room for you,” said Hermione. “Can’t we, Harry?”

He knew why she was asking him, and he smiled and said, “Sure, you can sit with us.”

Hermione elbowed Ron in the ribs. “Ow! What did you do that for?”

“Go squeeze over next to Harry’s other side and let Luna take your spot.”

“What?” Ron blinked. “But I want to…”

He was cut short when he saw Harry’s eyes beginning to water, not to mention how many times Harry kept clearing his throat. After the other smells had penetrated his senses, that usual female scent finally made its way into Harry’s nose.

“Oh,” said Ron in understanding. “All right.” He got up and wedged himself between Harry and the seat. Remus had moved over as far as he could, but Ron still felt a bit squished.

Luna smiled dreamily. “Thanks, Ronald. That was ever so nice of you.” She immediately sat where Ron used to sit and then took out the newest copy of The Quibbler and began to read.

Harry felt he could breath a bit better again. Not just because Luna had sat down to cover her most pungent scent, but also because he was now sandwiched between his lifemate and Ron, and their smells started to invade his nostrils. He sat back and inhaled the air around him, loving the smell of his lifemate (which he couldn’t place a familiar scent to) and Ron Weasley put together. It was amusing in a way, because it was like discovering the delights of chocolate and peanut butter.

“All right?” Remus whispered into his ear. With a lazy, happy grin, Harry nodded. “Don’t get used to it,” Remus said in a low, domineering voice, and Harry shivered.

Ron started to talk about Quidditch and Harry turned his attention to him. Harry was secretly thankful for Ron’s distraction, otherwise all the others on the train would drive him mad with their smells and voices. He focused on the sound of Ron’s voice and the scents of the two men on either side of him; it was wonderful.

“Still going to be Quidditch Captain, Harry, or do you think you’ll need someone to take your place? I know that having those new abilities of yours might distract you…”

“No, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” said Harry quickly. “I need to practice my powered up senses anyway.”

“Powered-up senses?” said Luna. Harry jumped, not knowing that Luna was listening in to their conversation.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m a… a wolf-halfling.”

Luna took the news rather well. “Oh, one of those.” Then she went back to reading.

“I’m not one bit surprised she knows about wolf-halflings,” whispered Ron. Harry nodded.

They went back to talking about Quidditch and their new class schedules (in which Hermione happily joinned in), and other things they were debating on doing while at Hogwarts.

“I’m going to talk to Professor McGonagall,” said Hermione. “I want to see about becoming both a Healer and an Unspeakable.”

“Is that possible?” said Ron.

“I don’t know,” said Hermione. “That’s why I’m going to ask her.”

“Well, good luck with that, Hermione,” said Harry.

“Thanks, Harry,” she beamed.

“I wouldn’t mind becoming an Unspeakable,” said Luna. “It sounds nice.”

Harry smirked, nearly laughing, at the look on Hermione’s face. Wouldn’t it be something if Luna ended up being Hermione’s co-worker in future?

After a while, Harry really needed to pee. He excused himself from between Remus and Ron, and made his way quickly and quietly down the aisle to the loo. He held his breath, determined not to smell anyone else’s scents while passing by the other carriages.

While doing his business, Harry’s mind began to wander. Thoughts of him and Remus in an empty classroom filled his head, and he couldn’t get rid of them no matter how hard he tried. Thoughts of bending over a teacher’s desk, trousers around his ankles, cheek pressed against the wood of the desk, and arse filled with Remus’s huge cock repeated themselves over and over and Harry couldn’t help touching himself just a little more after he was done pissing, cock slowly swelling with blood.

He laid his forehead against the wall as he moved his hand quick and firm over his cock, breath coming out in short pants. He was nearly ready to explode all over the urinal when there was a sudden bang on the door.

“What are you, constipated?” said the person on the other side. “Hurry up!”

Harry’s cock dribbled out only a little bit of clear fluid, but otherwise stopped. Harry cursed in annoyance at getting interrupted with his wank. He stuffed his still hard cock into his underwear, zipped himself up, flushed the urinal, and then yanked the door open. He snarled.

It was Draco Malfoy. His fist was raised as if he were about to knock again. Harry scowled, determined to look intimidating enough so the Slytherin would back down. Draco did not back down, however, and Harry couldn’t help getting a whiff of him when he had inhaled sharply at Malfoy’s sudden appearance.

He smelt of vanilla, almonds, maple syrup, and… and…

Harry’s eyes widened in shock. It couldn’t be… this smell could only mean… no, it couldn’t!

“What’re you staring—” Malfoy stopped short. He came closer to Harry and took a deep breath. “Why, Potter, are you--?”

“Get out of my way,” said Harry in a sudden panic. He pushed Malfoy away and made his way as fast as he could to his compartment. He didn’t want to think about Malfoy and vanilla and syrup and that very nice masculine smell he had around him, or of the fact that Malfoy was… had been… shagging Fenrir Greyback.

When he was finally squeezed firmly between Ron and Remus, he wedged his face between his lifemate’s back and the seat. He ignored them, not wanting to answer any of their questions. He did not want to think about it—any of it—how Malfoy just had to be the one that bonded with the other werewolf.

TBC