You Have... The Werewolf (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Remus walked back towards where the pack was located at. He had walked a few feet into the camp when he overheard the sound of loud laughter drew him towards the tent known as the pub tent because it was where a lot of the men or women went to drink. Remus walked through the flaps of the tent where he saw a group of men chattering and drinking, a few flirting with some of the ladies that were probably having a personal ladies' night. He quickly took noticed in the corner area where he saw Scabior sitting drinking a mug of ale with a cigarette hanging from his lips as he was sharping a knife. For some odd reason, he was not wearing his shirt 

He slipped through the tent, which earned him a few glares from some of the men. A couple of men motioned for the women to move to a more private area of the tent. Remus wasn't surprise. The men were touchy with sharing the women of their pack to outsiders whether or not the women were mated or still single. Remus reached over to where Scabior sat. He leaned over Scabior but Scabior didn't bother to look up. 

"What to do you want runt?" Scabior asked then took a puff of his cigarette before blowing the smoke out. 

"Just wanted to inform you that the task is to be moved later. He's going to take her out on a date in the morning. He actually is making it mandatory that after each task Hermione is to be taken out on a date." Remus explained to him. Scabior shot his head up while removing the cigarette from his lips. 

"Why?" Scabior asked. 

"Because Hermione feels uncomfortable with the thought of being with someone she hardly knows. So the dates are kind of a way for her to get to know us. You wouldn't have a problem with that?" Remus asked Scabior. Scabior laughed before putting out his cigarette. 

"Not at all. Gets her to be closer to me or Fenrir." Scabior told him before taking a sip of his drink. Remus glared at him. 

"Or me." Remus added. Scabior almost spat out his drink as he set it down. 

"Yeah right." 

"What's that suppose to mean?" Remus asked, feeling the wolf inside him getting furious with Scabior. Scabior picked himself up from his seat, twirling the knife in between his fingers, as he kept his eyes glued to Remus's eyes. 

"Runt, you've been away from the werewolf pack for far too long. You barely can fight... you can't hunt even if your life depended on you and I sure as hell don't think Hermione wants to be married to an old professor, who's only doing this so she doesn't have to marry us. Out of the three of us, Remus you're the one who's going to make her the most miserable." Scabior claimed to him. Remus didn't know what came over him but he found himself ready to jump on Scabior only to have Scabior press the knife against his throat. 

"Don't try anything runt. You're going to lose this courting ritual. You have no chance with her. Now I suggest you get out of here before the whole pack rips you to shreds." Scabior warned him. Not wanting to get into a fight, Remus turned around and headed out of the tent. 

Scabior watched as Remus left the tent. Once he was sure Remus wasn't going to turn around, Scabior lifted up the wallet that he snatched from Remus's pocket. He opened it to find a good amount of cash inside, a few debit and credit cards, and a pocket full of change. Scabior lightly toss the knife onto the table then proceeded to pull out a piece of paper inside one of the pockets of the wallet. Scabior flipped it opened and what he saw caused his lips to twist up in a smirk. It was Remus, holding tightly to a woman with hot pink hair who rested her hand on Remus's chest. On her finger, Scabior saw what he knew all too well was a wedding ring. 

"Now this might add some entertainment," Scabior mumbled to himself while he grabbed hold of his blade and headed out of the tent.