The Tune Of Time

Chapter 19

Remus sat surrounded by two drunk animagi. They were drowning their sorrow in muggle alcohol . Unfortunately , such things didn't work for Remus. His werewolf metabolism made it very hard for him to get drunk. In his entire life, he had managed to get drunk only once and he swore he would never drink afterwards.

In truth, he was upset because he was not upset. Normally, he would sunk into grief on the loss of his friend but he was a traitor and he had more important things to consider about. Remus thought about everything Hermione said. She knew them in the future, she knew he was a werewolf from the very start and she had still allowed him to get close to her. All those days, when she on the couch against him in front of the fire, Hermione knew that he was a werewolf. And it hadn't bothered her .

Remus excused himself from his friend and decided to go back home. Though when he apparated , he found himself in front of Hermione's cottage. He was about to leave when the smell hit his nose. With the full moon approaching in less then a week, his senses were heightened and the rusty smell made him nauseous.

Blood. Danger. Moony howled inside his head worried for Hermione. As he took quick strides towards the cottage and opened the door, he was again hit with the same smell of blood but it was stronger this time. But along with it there were two other smells. One , he recognized by heart, the sweet sweet smell of Vanilla and roses that pleased him so much but other one was different. He knew the scent but couldn't tell whom it belonged to apart from that it belonged to a wizard. He followed the smell toward the small doorway that took towards the guestroom.

If his wolf was angry earlier at the prospect of Hermione being hurt by another wizard, it was nothing in comparison to how he felt at that moment as he saw HIS witch standing there in the compact space with her hand on the naked chest of the man, a small smile on her lips.

How dare he touch her. Mine. Mine. She belongs to us. It is your fault. Moony was very angry and so was Remus. He had never felt such rage before as when he saw them together. He growled and saw both of them turn to look at him.

Hermione turned to see an angry looking Remus staring. His eyes were amber and he was looking like an animal ready to strike. She followed his line of gaze to her hand on Sev's chest and quickly dropped it. As she did it, his eyes flickered from her face to Severus' dangerously. On her side, Severus looked scared to see Remus looking so feral. She knew he must be thinking the incident of the full moon in Hogwarts.

It was a wrong move for her to turn her gaze away from Remus as it managed to anger him even more and he took strides towards them with blood lust written on his face.

Hermione stood in front of Severus to protect him while he retreated to the door of the room.

"Move". He commanded.

"Remus , Listen to me." She said but his eyes were glued to Severus.

She placed her palm on both side of his face as she turned his gaze towards her. "Remus, love. Severus is just a friend nothing more. Aren't you Severus?" she asked him.

"Um. Yes just friends." He said earning a snarl from Remus. But it was a good thing that he hadn't attacked him yet. God knew, poor Severus didn't need any more pain.

"Why don't you go and rest Severus in that room while I talk with Remus? You must be hurt." She said not taking her eyes from the amber ones of Remus. Severus didn't need telling twice as he slid inside the room.

As soon as Severus was inside the room , Hermione started, "Re.." but stopped as his lips crashed over hers. It was angry and demanding. Hermione let out a surprised squeak on the feel of his lips on hers. He kissed her roughly , bruising her lips from the intensity. She gripped his robes to prevent herself from falling over as he pushed her against the wall his hands holding her waist so tightly that she knew there was going to be bruise later. Just as Hermione had pulled herself out of her surprise, and snaked her arm around his neck, he pulled back. He stared into her eyes with so much intensity that it was impossible for her to turn her gaze. It was flickering dangerously between the normal bluish green and amber.

"Mine. You are mine." He said.

A warm filled her stomach as he said the words to her. Subconsciously , she lowered her head to her right, exposing her neck to him in the process. She didn't know what propelled her to do it but was aware that she was submitting to him by doing so.

He gave her a wolfish grin, pleased with her gesture before kissing her again. His lips everywhere, on her lips, raining kisses on her cheeks, her eye lids, her nose, her jaw , going down to her neck as nipped on the skin where her neck joined her shoulders.

"Remus." She moaned as she pushed him back a little.

His eyes returned to its normal. "OH MY GOD. Mione , I am sorry.."

"Sshh. You need to stop apologizing ,love." She said smiling as she placed her hand on his cheek. "As much as I would like to continue, where I so abruptly interrupted you," she gave him a small wink and he blushed. "I want you to know there was nothing going on here."

"I know, I have no right to question what you are doing and with whom you are doing. I just.. he was standing there shirtless and you were so close and you hand.." his nose flared as he remembered where he had walked in on them.

She placed her arm around his neck as she smoothed the hair on the nape of his neck. She was well aware that it helped him calm down , "Sev was injured badly. He had many wounds on his chest that was why I took out his robe. I consider him my friend. I was just helping him. nothing more than that. When you saw us, I was just telling him a person is how he is in here." She placed her other hand on his chest, "Just like you are a gold in here."

It was enough for Remus. His witch was only his and she knew this. She had nothing for Severus. The way her hand rested on his chest and his neck felt so good. He couldn't help himself from nuzzling into her neck. As she let out a content sound on the contact, he smiled at her neck and picked her up, bridal style, and carried her to her room.

For the first time Remus Lupin felt so confident. He would be damned if he didn't make the best of this opportunity.