#wolf!theo

Theo's wolf falls in love with that octopus, and it officially becomes not only his toy but also a sort of comfort item for when he transforms due to stress.

He treats it kindly, nibbles it, and carries it everywhere: at least once he bit someone who tried to take it away from him.

Chapter Twenty-One || FFN · AO3

Remus had met Hermione outside the pub just like he'd promised he would in the last letter that she had sent. She wasn't entirely sure if Remus would even help her, but she hadn't had anyone else to turn to, and there was a definite shift in their relationship ever since he learned the truth about Theo.

She wiped furiously at the tears on her cheeks while she stood up when she saw her former professor approaching. "Thank you for coming, Remus," she said, letting the older man pull her in for a hug. "I wasn't sure if you'd come."

"Of course," he said, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders. "Let's have a pint and talk it over before I take you back," he said sternly. "Theo's already been going spare enough, I don't know if he will be able to stand seeing you so upset when you first arrive, too."

Feeling too upset to argue with him at that moment, Hermione agreed, shuffling into the dingy neighborhood pub that had been around the corner from her parents' home longer than the house had been there. She found a seat easily enough, and took the pint that Remus offered her when he came back. Drinking deeply, she doubted that it would do anything to numb the pain that had settled in her heart.

Chapter Twenty-Three || FFN · AO3

Hermione had made up Harry and Ron’s poor behavior to Theo by spending the rest of the afternoon wrapped up in his arms in his bedroom. She could kiss him for hours, it felt like, completely wrapped in his warm embrace. He was so strong, and she got a little thrill knowing that he could do whatever he wanted with her. She let him leave love bites up and down her neck, knowing that he was doing it as some kind of way to show that she belonged to him, loving the way that the red marks contrasted with her pale skin.

But, no matter how hard she clung to his strong shoulders, or rocked her center against his firm thigh, Theo seemed to have the self control of a saint, never letting things go further. Hermione was desperate for him to just touch her down there, her center aching, wanting to know what those long fingers would feel like against her wetness. And she longed to see what he looked like, completely bare.

“You know I don’t care about what Ron said,” Hermione whispered to him one evening when they were tucked under the covers together, her head pressed against his bare chest. “I don’t want you to control yourself around me. I…I would tell you if things were going too fast.”

“It’s not about that, Hermione,” he’d murmured in return, before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “We’ll talk about it soon, but I can’t handle it…not so close to the full moon.”

Chapter Twenty-Two || FFN · AO3

Despite all of her protests, even Molly Weasley could not stop the reunion of Hermione and the boys after Harry had been brought to the Burrow. Remus had insisted that Ron and Harry come over to his cottage, privately knowing that it was not going to be an easy conversation to have, especially when they were unaware of Theo's presence. He was still a young werewolf, so keeping him in a familiar environment would hopefully keep things more manageable.

Bill, staying at home while they prepared for his wedding to Fleur Delacour, had finally offered to go with the two boys. Tonks also promised to be there the whole time in case something should go wrong, but really, nothing would be able to get them, even as the Death Eaters grew bolder.

Hermione had been a bundle of nerves waiting for them to show up. While it had been a nice reprieve to be reunited with Theo, she was not blind to the fact that they were far from safe. With Dumbledore dead, now, Hermione knew that they were unlikely to return to Hogwarts, especially not with Snape as Headmaster. Not to mention the task that Harry had been hinting at before the term was finished. Further, she knew that it was time to come clean about her relationship with Theo to Ron and wasn't looking forward to the fallout that was bound to happen.

When the day finally arrived for their meeting, Theo had done to best to reassure her frayed nerves. "No matter what they think, just know that I still think you are a brilliant witch," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. "And I will still want you desperately, no matter what Ron Weasley thinks of you."

The boys arrived via floo. Upon walking through the fireplace, they immediately wrapped Remus in tight hugs. They had seen one another when they moved Harry from his Aunt and Uncle's home - something that she hadn't been invited to participate in - but it was still good to see a familiar face. "Thank Merlin for you, Remus," Ron said cheerfully. "I was going to go spare if I had to sit in the Burrow and listen to Mum's fretting for another minute."