Our Prize (Harry Potter fanfic)

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 As soon as Remus and her had reached the healer's tent, Remus was quickly taken from her and set down on one of the cots. They quickly began to get his arm fixed up as best as they could. Hermione was just about to leave when one of the healers walked by and asked if she was Hermione, which she replied that she was. 

"Okay, I need you to come with so we can get you physically checked." the healer said. Hermione shook her head. 

"But I'm perfectly fine." Hermione told her. The healer chuckled a little nervously. 

"Oh, I can see that you appear fine. Alpha just wants me to ensure your body is ready to produce his and Scabior's offspring." The healer admitted. Hermione's eyes widened. 

"I beg your pardon?!?!?!" Hermione asked, slowly backing away from the healer. The healer reached her hands out like she was trying to grab her. 

"It's a common procedure among the werewolf community. I assure you it will be quick and painless. If you could just come over to this corner so we can have some privacy that would be wonderful." the healer claimed while pointing to the far corner of the tent. 

"What's going on over there?" Remus suddenly spoke up, trying to pay attention to Hermione while the healer, who was stitching him up was pushing him back so she could properly stitch him up. 

"They're trying to get me to do this procedure to see if I am well enough to have children for Fenrir and Scabior." Hermione answered him. 

"Why would she need to get that procedure done? Unless..." Remus paused before almost jumping off his cot (He would have to if it wasn't for the healer's reflexes of grabbing him and pushing him back down on the cot), "ARE YOU FENRIR'S AND SCABIOR'S MATE?" 

She shook her head. 

"I don't know anymore! I mean... at first I was their prisoner and then shit happened and now I'm supposedly to be courting with them but as you can tell shit's been going down lately and I'm not entire sure what we are." Hermione explained to him as best as she could. After all, they've been busying with the Dark Lord, and Ron being here and the date wasn't the best when people started to harass her. She was so confused. On one hand, she hated the two because they not only had been working alongside the Dark Lord but they had taken her as a war prisoner, and turned her into a werewolf. Then there was another side of her that felt something for them but didn't quite know what it was. Remus attempted to push himself off of the cot again when the healer decided to climb on top of Remus and straddle his waist then lean down on him as she forced him to let her finish with her stitching. 

"Hermione if you do not want to do it then you do not have to do it!" Remus stated to her. 

"Alpha told me, she has to." The healer declared. Hermione shook her head. 

"Lets just get this over with." Hermione gave in as she headed over to the corner. Fenrir was already dealing with enough things and she knew if she refused to do this he was going to have a fit and she did not have the energy to deal with him tonight.