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Chapter Nine
What's this? More than one chapter in a day? What's the world coming to?! LOL! Please read and review!
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Chapter Nine
Hermione was livid. Never had she ever thought Ron would do something like taking his leave of a friend in need at such a dangerous time. But he had, she reminded herself. As much as she had wanted to chew Ron out for doing so, she didn’t. Harry had forgiven him, though why she didn’t know.
No sooner than Harry had told them what had happened when he had gone after the sword in the lake and that Ron had saved him, she knew that Harry wouldn’t say a word against the youngest Weasley male. But it didn’t stop the anger over the betrayal. She was bristling with it as she paced the small wing of the tent. None of them wanted to go near her when she was in this mood, she figured. And Hermione didn’t blame them, for at that moment she could easily hex Ron into next week for what he did.
“Knock, knock.” She looked over to see Harry coming into that area of the tent holding a small book with him. “I know you’re angry at Ron.”
“How can’t you be?” she asked him hoarsely. “He’s our best friend and he does something so self centered?”
He nodded. “But then he’s always been egocentric.”
Hermione nodded reluctantly.
“You’d already left by the time this came for you,” he said slowly, holding it out to her. “Professor Dumbledore left it to you in his will.”
“Me? Why did he leave me anything?” she asked as she took the small book into her hands. “The Tales of the Beetle Bard? I’ve never heard of it.”
“Ron tells me all wizarding kind grow up with this,” he said casually.
Frowning she asked, “Like fairy tales?”
“I would imagine so,” he murmured. “But I can’t really say, as I can’t read it well.”
Wanting to know what he was talking about she flipped it open. Smiling to herself she grabbed some scratch paper and went to work on the translation from the ancient text.
She was finishing up with the first story when Remus came into her part of the tent. He took the book from her and set it aside, pulling Hermione to her feet and over to the cot that he had made larger for them. She looked up into his eyes a slight smile on her lips. Her hand came up and caressed his face.
“I just realized that your eyes are darker now, Rommie,” she murmured. “They’re more caramel colored without the charm.” She moved closer to him. “Let’s go to bed, my wolf.”
He leaned down, rubbing his nose against hers. Lying down in the cot, she curled up with him. Hermione felt him nuzzling her ear and neck as she reached up behind herself, caressing his face and hair.
Remus caught her hand, kissing her palm before lowering his mouth to her ear and muttering, “We’re being watched.”
“Let them get their own wolves,” she mumbled, making him snort with quiet laughter. She turned over and buried her face into the crook of his neck. “Sleep.”
“Demanding wench,” he whispered, kissing her temple. “Sweet demanding witch.”
“When it’s all over,” she told him. “And life becomes as normal as it ever does, what will become of us?”
He was silent a moment. “If we make it out alive you mean.”
“That would go without saying,” she replied sounding a little saddened at the words.
“You and I will recover, as will we all. We , unfortunately, we will have to go to funerals…”
“I didn’t mean that,” she muttered.
He sighed. “I know. I’m too old for you.”
“If you keep speaking like that, I’ll begin to wonder if I’m too intelligent for you as well.”
He gave her rump a smack. “Hush, woman.” Remus rubbed his nose against her temple, before huffing into it. “We will be mates, if you’ll have me.”
Hermione sighed heavily, telling him, “Silly wolf, of course I’ll have you.” She turned his head slightly, kissing his lips tenderly. “What I wouldn’t give for some privacy!”
He rested his forehead to hers. “We’ll have it, pet. But for now I’m just happy to have you in my arms.”
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Hermione got up early, as it was her nature to wake with the birds. She rubbed Remus’s shoulder, whispering to him that she was going back to working on the book. She was in the middle of doing so when she heard Harry and Ron arguing.
“Don’t say it!” Ron exclaimed. “You don’t…”
“You mean Voldemort? Why…”
Hermione gasped at the sound of a man ripping into the back of the tent. She whipped out her wand and shielded Remus completely before the man tore through the tent and ripped the wand out of her hand.
“Hmm, what have we here?” the man growled. “A little tasty bit.”
He pulled her out of the tent to find the boys in the hands of three other men there.
“I was trying to tell you! There’s a taboo connected to his name,” Ron hissed. “They can track you when you use it.”
Remus nearly went crazy at the sight of Hermione and the boys being carted away from the camp by none other than Fenrir Greyback and his troop. The spell Hermione cast prevented him from helping in any way. He grabbed what he could and left, knowing that Greyback would be searching the area again out of paranoia.
Chances were that they would be taken straight over to Malfoy Manor. Remus held back his fear, knowing that if he let it take control that he would be of no help. Even as he left Greyback had arrived again.
Sniffing the air, he growled, “Lupin.”
The bitch had smelled of him and he was almost certain that she had gotten a spell off before she had been captured. Yet there Fenrir was and he wasn’t there. With one last muttered curse, the werewolf left, as there was too much work to be done to be running after one of his numerous whelps. Fenrir grinned to himself as he thought about the frizzy haired bitch. Would Remus be hurt if he had a taste of her? Chances were he would be, he thought and laughed. It would be worth it for that alone.
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Hi everyone, hope I didn't throw you all for a loop with this extra chapter. I just realized that I had to put the story out more quickly due to the fact that I will be traveling at the end of the month (I'm going to Europe!) and I have ever so many things to do before I do so. That being the case, chances are most if not all of the story will be up by more than likely tomorrow. Thanks for reading! And please, as per usual, REVIEW!
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Chapter Nine
Hermione was livid. Never had she ever thought Ron would do something like taking his leave of a friend in need at such a dangerous time. But he had, she reminded herself. As much as she had wanted to chew Ron out for doing so, she didn’t. Harry had forgiven him, though why she didn’t know.
No sooner than Harry had told them what had happened when he had gone after the sword in the lake and that Ron had saved him, she knew that Harry wouldn’t say a word against the youngest Weasley male. But it didn’t stop the anger over the betrayal. She was bristling with it as she paced the small wing of the tent. None of them wanted to go near her when she was in this mood, she figured. And Hermione didn’t blame them, for at that moment she could easily hex Ron into next week for what he did.
“Knock, knock.” She looked over to see Harry coming into that area of the tent holding a small book with him. “I know you’re angry at Ron.”
“How can’t you be?” she asked him hoarsely. “He’s our best friend and he does something so self centered?”
He nodded. “But then he’s always been egocentric.”
Hermione nodded reluctantly.
“You’d already left by the time this came for you,” he said slowly, holding it out to her. “Professor Dumbledore left it to you in his will.”
“Me? Why did he leave me anything?” she asked as she took the small book into her hands. “The Tales of the Beetle Bard? I’ve never heard of it.”
“Ron tells me all wizarding kind grow up with this,” he said casually.
Frowning she asked, “Like fairy tales?”
“I would imagine so,” he murmured. “But I can’t really say, as I can’t read it well.”
Wanting to know what he was talking about she flipped it open. Smiling to herself she grabbed some scratch paper and went to work on the translation from the ancient text.
She was finishing up with the first story when Remus came into her part of the tent. He took the book from her and set it aside, pulling Hermione to her feet and over to the cot that he had made larger for them. She looked up into his eyes a slight smile on her lips. Her hand came up and caressed his face.
“I just realized that your eyes are darker now, Rommie,” she murmured. “They’re more caramel colored without the charm.” She moved closer to him. “Let’s go to bed, my wolf.”
He leaned down, rubbing his nose against hers. Lying down in the cot, she curled up with him. Hermione felt him nuzzling her ear and neck as she reached up behind herself, caressing his face and hair.
Remus caught her hand, kissing her palm before lowering his mouth to her ear and muttering, “We’re being watched.”
“Let them get their own wolves,” she mumbled, making him snort with quiet laughter. She turned over and buried her face into the crook of his neck. “Sleep.”
“Demanding wench,” he whispered, kissing her temple. “Sweet demanding witch.”
“When it’s all over,” she told him. “And life becomes as normal as it ever does, what will become of us?”
He was silent a moment. “If we make it out alive you mean.”
“That would go without saying,” she replied sounding a little saddened at the words.
“You and I will recover, as will we all. We , unfortunately, we will have to go to funerals…”
“I didn’t mean that,” she muttered.
He sighed. “I know. I’m too old for you.”
“If you keep speaking like that, I’ll begin to wonder if I’m too intelligent for you as well.”
He gave her rump a smack. “Hush, woman.” Remus rubbed his nose against her temple, before huffing into it. “We will be mates, if you’ll have me.”
Hermione sighed heavily, telling him, “Silly wolf, of course I’ll have you.” She turned his head slightly, kissing his lips tenderly. “What I wouldn’t give for some privacy!”
He rested his forehead to hers. “We’ll have it, pet. But for now I’m just happy to have you in my arms.”
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Hermione got up early, as it was her nature to wake with the birds. She rubbed Remus’s shoulder, whispering to him that she was going back to working on the book. She was in the middle of doing so when she heard Harry and Ron arguing.
“Don’t say it!” Ron exclaimed. “You don’t…”
“You mean Voldemort? Why…”
Hermione gasped at the sound of a man ripping into the back of the tent. She whipped out her wand and shielded Remus completely before the man tore through the tent and ripped the wand out of her hand.
“Hmm, what have we here?” the man growled. “A little tasty bit.”
He pulled her out of the tent to find the boys in the hands of three other men there.
“I was trying to tell you! There’s a taboo connected to his name,” Ron hissed. “They can track you when you use it.”
Remus nearly went crazy at the sight of Hermione and the boys being carted away from the camp by none other than Fenrir Greyback and his troop. The spell Hermione cast prevented him from helping in any way. He grabbed what he could and left, knowing that Greyback would be searching the area again out of paranoia.
Chances were that they would be taken straight over to Malfoy Manor. Remus held back his fear, knowing that if he let it take control that he would be of no help. Even as he left Greyback had arrived again.
Sniffing the air, he growled, “Lupin.”
The bitch had smelled of him and he was almost certain that she had gotten a spell off before she had been captured. Yet there Fenrir was and he wasn’t there. With one last muttered curse, the werewolf left, as there was too much work to be done to be running after one of his numerous whelps. Fenrir grinned to himself as he thought about the frizzy haired bitch. Would Remus be hurt if he had a taste of her? Chances were he would be, he thought and laughed. It would be worth it for that alone.
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Hi everyone, hope I didn't throw you all for a loop with this extra chapter. I just realized that I had to put the story out more quickly due to the fact that I will be traveling at the end of the month (I'm going to Europe!) and I have ever so many things to do before I do so. That being the case, chances are most if not all of the story will be up by more than likely tomorrow. Thanks for reading! And please, as per usual, REVIEW!