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THE MEEK WEREWOLF

By: Felnezia Elaine Lord

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CHAPTER ONE

THE ONLY ONE TO WHOM SHE BELONGED

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I know he is a werewolf. I have known it since last year… when I was spying on my dear 'cousin', Sirius – Sirius Black, the star Gryffindor; but in my opinion, the traitorous idiot! Always picking on Severus with his equally daft best friend for Merlin-knows-what reason! But I am not concerned with Sirius – or Severus.

My only concern right now is Remus.

I don't know why he lets himself be overshadowed by those arrogant black-heads! Given the choice, I would rather face the brunt of humiliation from the world than befriend those balloon-heads.

He seems really pathetic.

I want to talk to him. I want to drag him out of Potter and Sirius' shadow. I want him to be a real 'man' – not a grateful quiet Prefect! Prefect, my foot! Lucius is a better Prefect than him – at least he has a spine.

I have something more to offer him than understanding and friendship. By Merlin! These goody-goody words make me sick! Won't these thick-headed Gryffindors ever understand that they dream of what can never be?

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"What do you want?"

"Can't you ever be pleasant-tempered, Lucius?"

Ugh! I hate it when he looks at me like that – 'lewdly', you know. The sex-driven teenager!

"I could be good, Bella, 'very good'…"

I roll my eyes – that's the only cure for those lascivious idiots.

"Well, what do you want then?"

"Has Narcissa kicked you out of her bed?"

"I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH NARCISSA!"

'Or has Narcissa nothing to do with you?' I laugh inwardly.

"All right, what I wanted to know was the password to Gryffindor Prefects' Rooms."

Oh, yes, I surprise him. 'Surprise' is a feeble term. No, I shock, stun, alarm him – he is gobsmacked!

"You – what?"

"I said, Lucius, I want the…"

"Why?" he snaps irritably.

"None of your business!"

I am not about to make my dealings with the werewolf public.

"Then I don't know the password!"

"Okay! I have something up my sleeve for the pretty-boy of Gryffindor!"

"Pretty-boy? You mean Lupin? What have you got to do with him?"

"Nothing that you want to know."

Yes, the voice is haughty enough – it will interest him. He will give me the password because he wants to know what I am up to. He will try to spy on me. But he doesn't know that it is me – BellatrixBlack! If I do not want interference in my work – I don't have it.

"It's 'Pink Pecan'."

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Remus couldn't sleep that night.

The full moon night had just passed two days ago, and he was still feeling weak and exhausted.

And perhaps, his senses, which had sharpened during his werewolf phase, retained some of their wolfish keenness, because even when she was just giving the password, he got up and went to the Common-Room.

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Remus issued out into the Common-Room just as Bellatrix entered it. Their eyes met and they looked deeply into each other's eyes for some time.

He was the one to break the silence.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you."

Remus raised his brow, suspiciously. "Me? Are you sure?"

"I have never been surer about anything else in my life, Remus Lupin," said Bellatrix calmly.

"Well?"

"Can't we go into your room? We can be overheard here," she said, glancing momentarily towards the Girl Prefect's bedroom.

Remus stared hard at her, but did not move.

Bellatrix shrugged and made towards Remus' room. But midway, Remus caught her arm.

"Why are you here?"

"I think that I have answered that already."

"It's you – Bellatrix Black – and what can you possibly want to talk to me – Remus Lupin – in private?"

"I think I was aware of both our names, Lup-Remus. And if it is a private thing, I won't want to discuss it out here, don't you think so?"

Remus suddenly became very much aware of her eyes – black, dark as winter… he remembered reading that phrase in some Muggle poetry book his mother had. But her eyes weren't just 'dark', they were jet-black – black as a Black could be.

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As Remus closed the door behind him, Bellatrix pulled out her wand.

Remus stiffened and his hand darted to his pocket to pull out his wand.

Bellatrix gave out a low laugh as she put Silencing and Anti-Spying Wards around the room.

"What are you up to?" asked Remus, as he pocketed his wand.

Bellatrix put her wand down on his study-table and walked up to him. She smiled seductively and put her arms around his neck.

"I know you are a werewolf, Remus," she said, her lips barely an inch away from his.

Whatever light-headedness that had gripped Remus, as Bellatrix had come just-too-close to him, evaporated as he heard her words. He rudely pushed her away and stared at her in disbelief.

"And I know that the only reason you put up with Sirius, Potter and Pettigrew is because that they don't mind it that you are one."

"How do you know?"

Remus had never sounded angrier in his life.

"I have my own methods which I do not want to discuss, Remus."

Silence followed Bellatrix's statement. She leaned against the wall, her miniskirt hitching up even more.

"So?"

"What?"

"You know my secret! What are you going to do about it? Advertise it in the whole school? Make my life hell?"

Bellatrix curled her lip in a curt sneer. "Do NOT compare me to my disgraceful cousin, Remus! I am more… subtle with the secrets I have in my hand."

She came closer to him and whispered in his ear, "Have you never heard of blackmail, wolf-boy?"

Remus caught his breath as she nibbled his ear-lobe and licked the wound. "You can't… I don't… Oh, Bella!"

"Say my name again…" she demanded as her hands worked on his shirt buttons, and her lips caught his in a passionate kiss.

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He had secretly desired her for a long time. More than one time he had nearly let his attraction become obvious – maybe, she hadn't missed it. And now, perhaps, she was taking full advantage of it.

She was gorgeous – beautiful… not at all like an angel, but a dark, satanic beauty, which could easily attract men.

But the fact remained that she was evil to the core. If Sirius hated her… she had to be…

Merlin! How could he push her away… now? She was controlling him.

He felt her grip his manhood and closed his eyes as she stroked it… "Bella!"

And the next thing he knew, they were on his bed, Bella on top of him, moving her mouth to his nether parts.

As she took him in, he lost all rationality, not stopping to wonder why the beauty of his dreams – and probably the dreams of more fellow students than he wanted to know – would want him.

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"Take me, Remus!" she breathed, burying her hand in Remus' hair as he teased a perky nipple. "I don't want to wait any more for you!"

She pulled up his head and attacked his lips frantically. Even she was taken aback, at first, at the vigour of the effect Remus was having on her. He was lean, and though not much muscular, she thought he had the perfect body – the one she wanted to see, but never had, in her numerous admirers. She, of course, was not a virgin. Though she was somehow sure that Remus was.

The only thought that crossed her as he positioned himself near her entrance was that she had been very lucky in her choice.

He would be hers… though it was doubtful that she could be his… She was Bellatrix Black! She would belong to NO ONE! Though she could own anyone she wanted.

And this time, she was going to make the werewolf, her wolf-boy – her slave.

She smirked arrogantly as he thrust into her, looking at him possessively.

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Long after, when the castle was enveloped in sleep, Bella lay awake.

She was looking out of the window at the gathering clouds. It irritated her a bit as she realized that it would be a stormy day tomorrow.

Stormy Sundays were never lucky for her.

Sighing softly, she snuggled closer to Remus. She could feel his breath on her neck. It was strangely reassuring…

Reassuring?

In fact, his mere presence was reassuring… She was somehow glad that he was here – sleeping with her, rather than with some other bloody Gryffindor!

It was almost as if she needed him… that she was doing this not for making him, hers – but for making herself, his… Did she want to belong to him?

Bloody hell, no! That could not be! She was no one's!

She stood alone and aloof; she was the queen and he was the slave. He wanted her, didn't he?

No, it had been she who had come up to his room. Though she had more than one purpose on mind, she was the one who had to struggle a bit to get to him…

And at first, he had pushed her away!

She pushed away from Remus and sat up, breathing hard.

There was a strange feeling gripping her heart - something that she hadn't felt ever before.

Feelings?

She had feelings for a werewolf!

Never before had she been so shocked in her life. Hadn't it just been for fun…? To feel pride in 'owning' a werewolf…

Calm down, Bella, of course it is you who is in control here! He's just a pawn! You are the queen!

You still have something more to offer him than your body.

But… did that mean that her body wasn't enough for him!

Damn it! The truth was that the wolf-boy didn't think her body was enough to come over to the Dark Side. Therefore, the Dark Lord had instructed her to offer him the second thing, which he was sure would bring him over to the Dark Side. He was a Gryffindor to core. Sex wasn't the centre of his universe.

The Dark Lord knew, then, the depth of this werewolf! He knew what she had tried to evade all along – that it would take more than her – Bellatrix Black – to get the werewolf to join darkness.

She had never more felt like a complete whore in her life – nor so much dirty.

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Bellatrix got off the bed and went to the bath. There, she scrubbed herself hard, trying to wash out dirt she felt on her skin.

But what she had done was over now. There was no way to undo it.

She had made out with the man, no boy – or was 'man' really the word for him? He had never acted any more 'boyish' than she had acted girlish… both of them mature beyond their age. He, because he was a werewolf, and she, because she desired power.

Well, she had made love… had sex, in fact, for the 'love' part wasn't really there… with him whom she had fancied all along… and now, she felt so dirty! And yet, even sleeping with her sister's boyfriend hadn't been half so repulsive.

But she was not here to fulfil her fantasies about him, she reassured herself. She was here to bring him over to the Darkness – where he truly belonged.

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Remus looked up groggily, to find a naked, but bathed Bellatrix, sitting near him.

"Bella."

She smiled at him and leaned down, kissing him briefly before pulling him into a sitting position. "Good morning, love."

Remus arrested her hand which had started wandering down his body.

She looked at him inquisitively.

"Bella, why?"

"Why what, Remus?"

"Why are you… with me? This is not a game, is it?"

Was it his imagination or did a look of disgust did pass her face before the smile repossessed her inviting scarlet lips.

"No, Remus, it is not a game. I like you."

She was supposed to say that she loved him… But after her emotional turmoil of last night, the words just couldn't come out of her.

"It is a bit… sudden, Bella."

"I needed… time… to work out my feelings… before I approached you… I didn't… I didn't want to… hurt – no, I mean, mess things up… And when I decided that I did want you, well I had to have you…"

Stuttering? Was BELLATRIX BLACK stuttering? The world was coming to an end…

Remus sighed and pulled her closer to himself, burying his head in her thick, silky curls.

"Tell me this is not a dream. Tell me that you won't go away with Rudolphus or Lucius when I look up…"

"I won't!" said Bellatrix, a bit more forcefully than she would have liked to. On an impulse she added, "I will always be yours."

Remus pulled back a little to look into her black eyes. But he just couldn't read anything in them. Did she mean what she had said?

Bellatrix, however, was mad at herself for letting her emotions take an upper hand over her rational thinking.

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"Bella?"

"Hmm?"

"You'd better get back to your dormitory before Alice wakes up."

Bella looked at him inquisitively. "Will she miss you?" she asked sarcastically.

"No, but she won't stop Sirius, James and Peter from barging in my room when I don't show up in about – what – half an hour? Plus, I believe you and Snape are doing a project on Potions? I see you two in the library at eight every Sunday."

"Well, I am glad to know that you noticed me before now," said Bella dryly, but making it up with a kiss before pulling away from the warmth of his body and gathering her clothing to dress up.

Remus sat up and watched as she simply slipped on her shirt, skirt and robe, carelessly shoving the undergarments in a robe-pocket. There was something going on in his mind. He had to clear it out before she left.

"Bella?"

"Yes, love?" she asked, toying with a long dark curl.

"This… it… I mean… this meant… something? Didn't it?" Remus cursed himself for his lame statement.

Bella gave him a lascivious smile and leaning down, whispered, "Only if you want it to…"

"I could desire nothing better," said Remus, greatly relieved, pulling her onto his lap and attacking her lips passionately.

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