Chapter 3

Warning - Explicit Content Ahead!

By: MauradingIntoTuesday

The air inside the Shrieking Shack was thick, heavy with tension, and the scent of their need hung in the air, making it almost tangible. The pale moonlight streaming through the cracked windows illuminated their bodies, casting shadows on the walls as the pull of the full moon weighed down on them both.

Hermione's breath came in ragged gasps as she stood before Remus, her body trembling with anticipation, her instincts battling against any rational thought she had left. His glowing golden eyes met hers, filled with something feral, something raw. He was barely holding on to the last thread of control, his body shaking as the wolf in him fought to break free.

She moved closer to him, her fingers brushing against his chest as her lips hovered just over his skin. "Alpha," she whispered, the word coming out like a prayer, a plea for what she couldn't name but craved desperately.

Remus growled, low and guttural, his entire body tensing. For a moment, it looked like he might pull away again, might try to regain the control he'd been fighting to hold on to. But then his hands moved, fast and sure, gripping the fabric of her robes with an intensity that sent a shock through her. With a rough pull, he tore the material open, the sound of ripping cloth filling the room as her robes fell in tatters around her.

Hermione gasped, the sudden cold air against her skin making her shiver, but the heat inside her only burned brighter. The wolf inside her howled in response, pushing her forward, closer to him, desperate for more.

Remus's hands were on her again, rough and unrelenting as he ripped the rest of her clothing away, leaving her exposed before him. His eyes raked over her, and she could see the way his restraint faltered, the wolf in him taking over as his breath grew ragged.

Without hesitation, Hermione reached for him, her fingers fumbling as she tried to pull at his own clothing, but Remus was faster. With another growl, he tore his own robes open, the fabric shredding under his hands as he discarded the remnants onto the floor. The moonlight hit his bare skin, and Hermione's breath caught at the sight of him—half man, half wolf, his muscles tense and ready, the wolf barely restrained beneath the surface.

She moved closer, pressing her body against his, her skin flush with heat as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her to him. Her mind was lost now, her body moving on instinct as her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the roughness of his skin, the way his body responded to her touch.

"Alpha," she whispered again, her voice trembling with need, and this time, Remus didn't resist.

With a snarl, he pulled her against him, his mouth crashing into hers with a ferocity that made her head spin. It was rough, wild, filled with all the pent-up desire and frustration that had been building between them. Hermione's hands tangled in his hair as she pressed herself closer to him, her body practically humming with the heat that radiated from him.

Hermione could see the struggle in his eyes, the constant battle between the man and the wolf, both warring for control. His body was tense, muscles coiled like a spring, barely holding back the raw power that surged beneath his skin. His breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, each one heavier than the last, the transformation teasing the edge of his control.

She stood frozen for a moment, her pulse racing, every inch of her skin tingling with anticipation. Her body was aching, desperate for release, and the heat inside her was unbearable. She felt like she was burning from the inside out, every nerve alive and crackling with energy. She needed him—needed her alpha.

Remus's eyes darkened, the golden glow intensifying as his gaze flickered over her, taking in the sight of her trembling form. He could smell her heat, could feel the way her body called to him, begged for him, even if her mind couldn't understand the full extent of it yet. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles whitening as the last remnants of restraint clung to him, but it was slipping.

With a growl that rumbled deep in his chest, he moved closer, the distance between them vanishing in an instant. His presence was overwhelming, his heat radiating from his body and seeping into hers. His breath was hot against her skin, and the tension in the air seemed to hum, charged with the unspoken pull between them.

Remus's hand shot out, rough and deliberate, grasping the fabric of her shirt. His fingers curled into it, and before Hermione could even register what was happening, he tore it apart in one swift, effortless motion. The sound of ripping fabric echoed through the room, sharp and final, and her shirt fell to the ground in shreds, leaving her exposed to the cool night air. Her skin prickled as the cool air met her overheated body, and a sharp intake of breath escaped her lips.

He didn't pause. His other hand moved to the waistband of her skirt, the same raw strength behind it as he tugged, ripping the fabric with the ease of a predator tearing into prey. The skirt fell in tatters to the floor, leaving her trembling, her skin bare and hypersensitive to every brush of the cool air, every flicker of movement from him.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the sound almost deafening in her ears, but all she could focus on was him. His gaze had darkened further, the primal need in him now unmistakable. His eyes traced the curve of her body, his breath coming faster as the last bit of restraint frayed.

She could feel it—the pull between them, the raw, undeniable force that made her body ache for him. Her instincts screamed at her, the wolf inside her howling for her alpha, and her legs weakened beneath her. She barely had time to steady herself before Remus's hands were on her again.

His fingers found the edge of his own robe, gripping it tightly, and in one fluid motion, he ripped it apart, casting the shredded fabric aside as if it were nothing. The sound of the tear was sharp, sending a shiver down her spine as her eyes took in the sight of him. His bare chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, the faint lines of fur now visible beneath his skin, half-transformed, his muscles taut and trembling.

There was no hesitation in his movements as he gripped the last remnants of clothing between them, tearing away her undergarments with the same ruthless intensity. The fabric gave way easily beneath his strong hands. 

Hermione's fingers moved over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her touch. The roughness of his breathing mirrored her own, and she could feel the deep rumble of a growl building in his chest as she explored him. Her body was reacting on instinct now, driven by the need that had been building for days.

He growled, low and deep, a sound that vibrated through her entire body, making her legs tremble. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, the hardness of his body pressing against her softness. The feeling of his skin, rough and warm, sent a shudder down her spine, and she could feel her body responding in ways that were entirely out of her control.

"Alpha…" she whispered again, her voice breathless, filled with a need so primal it felt like it was coming from deep inside her soul.

At the sound of that word, something snapped inside Remus. His hands tightened on her waist, pulling her even closer, and his mouth descended on hers, rough and demanding. The kiss was intense, full of heat and urgency, and Hermione moaned against his lips, her body arching into his as her own need mirrored his.

Without hesitation, Remus's hands moved lower, gripping her thighs as he lifted her effortlessly, pressing her back against the cold, rough wall of the Shrieking Shack. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and she could feel the full weight of his need pressing against her core, the hard length of him teasing, driving her wild with anticipation.

His mouth left hers, trailing hot, rough kisses down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin with just enough pressure to make her gasp. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her body trembled beneath his touch. Every nerve in her body was on fire, burning with a need she couldn't control, couldn't fight.

Remus growled again, his breath hot against Hermione's skin, his movements rough and urgent, and with one swift motion, he positioned himself against her. The moment of connection was electric, the intensity of it sending a shockwave of pleasure through her entire body. Hermione cried out, her mind completely lost to the primal sensations taking over, her body responding to him with a need she couldn't control.

But then, just as everything seemed to reach its breaking point, the door to the Shrieking Shack burst open with a deafening crash.

Hermione barely had time to register what was happening before a rush of cold air filled the room, and several figures stormed in. Dumbledore, his expression grim and tense, stood at the front, flanked by Professor McGonagall and several other teachers. Their faces were a mixture of shock and urgency as they took in the scene before them.

"Remus!" Dumbledore's voice was sharp, cutting through the haze in the air. His blue eyes were wide, filled with understanding and something like regret. "Stop!"

Remus's body froze, every muscle tense as the sound of Dumbledore's voice broke through his fog of instinct. He growled low in his throat, still half-changed, his golden eyes flickering between wolf and man as his hands clenched around Hermione's waist. She could feel him struggling, the force of Dumbledore's command tugging at him, but the wolf in him was strong—too strong to fully obey.

McGonagall stepped forward, her face pale but her gaze steady. "Albus, we must act quickly." Her voice was calm, but Hermione could see the tension in the lines of her jaw, the worry etched into her features.

Dumbledore's eyes flicked to Hermione, and she saw the realization dawn in his face. "She's in heat," he muttered, as if the weight of those words carried an even deeper significance than anyone in the room had understood. His gaze shifted back to Remus, his expression softening with regret. "I thought… I didn't think she was this far along. I didn't expect her inner wolf to be this developed."

McGonagall's nostrils flared slightly, her Animagus instincts clearly picking up on Hermione's scent, confirming Dumbledore's suspicions. "The heat… it's too strong. They've both lost control."

Dumbledore's face hardened, and with a sharp motion of his wand, he murmured a binding spell under his breath. Thick, glowing ropes shot from the tip of his wand and wrapped themselves around Remus's arms and torso, pulling him back from Hermione with a force that made him snarl in protest. The wolf inside him growled, resisting the magic, but the bindings tightened, holding him firmly in place.

Remus thrashed against the magical restraints, his half-transformed body struggling as his eyes blazed with feral intensity. He was still caught in the throes of his instincts, the wolf refusing to let go, but the binding magic was too strong. His growls filled the room, low and guttural, as he tried to break free, his need for Hermione still burning inside him.

Hermione, too, found herself caught in the haze of her heat, her body trembling as the overwhelming desire still coursed through her. She barely registered what was happening until she felt the pull of another spell. McGonagall, her expression a mixture of concern and determination, raised her wand and directed it toward Hermione. A wave of cool magic washed over her, creating a barrier between them as glowing tendrils of energy wrapped around her wrists and ankles, holding her in place.

The separation hit her like a wave of cold water, the connection between her and Remus suddenly severed by the magic. She gasped, her body instinctively fighting against the restraint, her mind still clouded by the overwhelming need that hadn't yet faded. But the binding spell held firm, keeping her from moving, keeping her from reaching him.

"Hold them steady," Dumbledore commanded, his voice calm but urgent. His eyes flicked between Remus and Hermione, assessing the situation as the magic settled into place, the ropes and energy barriers holding the two of them apart.

McGonagall, her wand still raised, nodded grimly. "It's for their own good," she muttered, though the strain of keeping her composure was evident in the tightness of her voice.

Remus's growls grew louder, more desperate, but the magical ropes tightened even further, binding him to the spot. His body shuddered, still half-wolf, still fighting against the magic that held him back. But with every passing second, the tension in him began to ease, the grip of the transformation starting to weaken as the moonlight receded slightly behind a cloud.

"Remus, listen to me," Dumbledore said softly, stepping closer to the struggling man. "It's over. You need to calm the wolf. The Wolfsbane potion is still in your system. You can regain control."

Hermione's breathing was still ragged, her body aching with the remnants of the heat that had consumed her. The magic that held her was firm but not painful, and slowly, she felt the fog in her mind begin to lift. The primal urge that had overtaken her was still there, lingering just beneath the surface, but the cool magic surrounding her dulled it, giving her a moment of clarity.

She blinked, looking around the room, her gaze falling on Remus, who was still struggling against the bindings, though his movements had become less frantic. His golden eyes met hers, and for a brief moment, she saw the man behind the wolf—the pain, the confusion, the regret.

"I…" Hermione's voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "I didn't… I couldn't stop it…"

Dumbledore's gaze softened as he looked at her. "It's not your fault, Hermione. The wolf inside you is powerful, and it is still new to you. This was… unexpected, but we will help you through it."

Remus's growls subsided as the words reached him, and with a final shudder, his body began to relax. The ropes around him loosened slightly, though they remained in place, keeping him from moving toward Hermione. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as the last remnants of the transformation slowly faded away.

McGonagall lowered her wand, the glowing barrier around Hermione fading, though the restraint remained. "It's safe now," she said quietly. "But we'll need to make sure this doesn't happen again."

Dumbledore nodded, his expression thoughtful but resolute. "We will take precautions," he said, glancing between Hermione and Remus. "But for now, we need to get Hermione back to the castle. She'll need rest—and time to recover."

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But as he began to push into her, she realized just how big he truly was.

Her breath hitched, her body tensing as he stretched her beyond anything she had ever felt before. It was too much—almost too much to bear—and for a moment, she wondered if she could take him at all. The sensation of him filling her, inch by inch, was both exquisite and terrifying, the intensity of it making her cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Alpha" she gasped, her voice trembling as her body strained to accommodate him. "You're… too big…"