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A/N Please READ

So guys, I'm so sorry that I haven't updated lately. I've been going through a depression, and well my muse just sorta left! So leave reviews to cheer me up?

ANyways, to the real business. So I had a great idea. I want to create a combined account with fellow authors devoted completely to Remus/Hermione pairing.

There's just no enough stories for people to read, and I want more to write it!

So heres how it would work, everyone can post their own stories, and we'll put are pennames at the end of it. From one-shots to multi chapters!

We will do co-author stuff and beta eachother. And we can post some of our own work on our other pages if we want to.

So if your intrested please let me know! I'll be in charge, but I think we need to puff up the site a little, don't you think?

Thanks! You guys are amazing.

The world was flashing around her, all the sounds, and noise, overwhelming all of her senses. She could hear, taste, see, everything. All of it at once was assaulting her senses in a brutal attack.

She could hear the fluttering of a birds wings outside the window, only for it to be drained out by the thundering steps on the stairs; followed by the more delicate tap of lighter feet following the thundering ones.

The house creaked from years of use, moving gently every time a person moved or the wind blew much to hard. And Hermione suddenly wondered if without the magic, if this burrow would even hold up? All the strange angles, and weight on top of more weight; this house was the definition of magic. As a child she had been taught that such things would never hold up.

Another rough wind rushed to the house, and all the burrow responded with a low groan; as if it had been pushed.

Hermione covered her ears as someone bellowed out for Molly, moaning as the sound waves reverberated through her head.

A floorboard creaked under the weight of someone just outside her door, as if the person was leaning toward the door and listening quietly. Hermione let out another groan as Molly raised her voice, at one of the boys who no doubt had gotten into trouble.

Without warning her door creaked open and Remus' light footsteps walked into the room before he shut the door as quietly as he could, but it still resulted in Hermione clamping her hands over her ears again. Her body curling into the fetal position as if it would stop all of the noise.

Remus whispered something, and suddenly the only sounds she could hear were the steady breathing of the older werewolf. Raspy and deep; it was strangely comforting.

Remus took a step, "Hermione?"

Hermione took in a deep breath at his voice, before mumbling something incoherent even to her own ears. It seemed that her ability to form words had been lost with the increased noise.

The older werewolf took a step closer to her, and Lua let out a growl before Hermione could stop it.

Creak.

His footsteps were making to much noise, and she felt like she had to scream out her protest to get him to realize how it was affecting her. He didn't seem to understand. And as he kept taking steps, the creaking just seemed to increase in volume, until finally she could sense him in front of her bed.

Hermione unclasped her hands from her ears and reached out towards him, a subconscious act that she hadn't realized she had been doing until he has taken her small hands into his rough large ones.

A shock ran up her arms at his touch, setting all the nerves on fire; Hermione recoiled from him and rolled into a ball on the bed.

Before she could realize what was going on, Remus had curled his hands around her forearms, and kept his hands their steadily. The fire began again, and Hermione let out a whimper.

As he continued to hold her, the fire increased, and she began to thrash about on the bed; her body attempting to get out of his strong grasp. Something inside of her telling her to run away from him.

He's trying to hurt you, Lua.

Hermione opened her eyes, and stared up at Remus with a pure amber. A hand was slapped across his face before he could let go of her.

He had hit the ground before he could even form a coherent thought, the small frame of his pack pressing him into the cold hard wood.

Remus fought for control, but found that the wolf in her was much stronger than the human inside of him. She had the upper hand, and no matter how hard he was trying she seemed to find a way to keep him under her.

But no one challenged the alpha without getting a real fight.

A blue color quickly melted to an amber just as vibrant as Lua's.

Lua was under Moony in a matter of seconds, the alpha barring his teeth into her face. His hair mangy, his eyes full of power. He reached down and clasped a hand around her throat, as a feral growl escaped his lips.

How dare-

How dare this pup could think she could do that!

The hand tightened and Lua looked up at her alpha with a whimper before attempting to turn her head, but she was held in place. Her amber eyes being forced to look into his.

His nails were sharp, and she could feel the indents they were making in her neck. His look was one of pure rage, and Lua struggled in an attempt to get away from his gaze; her body squirming underneath his in a futile attempt to get away.

Moony growled loudly before pressing himself harder down, "Stop that!" As soon as the words left his mouth, Lua stopped and cast her eyes away.

His hand loosened, and she let out some air that she had been holding in, relief flooding her system. He was finally relenting.

But before he had finally let go of the young wolf, his teeth meet her neck and he bit down. Lua whimpered at the feeling and started to move again. Moony's hands meet her upper arms in bruising force as he kept her down, and he thrashed her gently with her teeth.

He was showing her who was dominant.

Lua finally stopped, and submitted.

Within the next few seconds, his teeth had left her neck and both of their eyes switched back to their original color. His touch no longer felt like he was setting her nerves on fire.

It only took a few minutes for Remus to come back to his senses, for him to roll off of Hermione. Who still stared up at the ceiling blankly; her neck scrambled away from Hermione, and rested his back against the bed; his eyes looking over the form of the young wolf in front of him.

She did not move, nor she did attempt to move.

"What have I done?"

Well there you go!
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Josie