A Very Moony Christmas (NC-17)
Hi all, I'm new around here and though I might as well start with posting one of my fics here. I'd rather post another one but it's not finished yet. I'm hoping your comments will make me want to write again.
Anyway, my name is Joyce, I'm 26 from the Netherlands, I see there's some familiar faces around here, which is good. I'm sorry if you've already read this fic. Feel free to ignore it.
Title: A Very Moony Christmas
Author: gilraen79
Genre: Smutty romance?
Audience: [the Mature]
Pairing: Remus/Hermione
Warnings: Explicit sexual situations
Length/Complete?: 6.600 words, completed
Summary: Hermione visits the Burrow for Christmas. She finds an unexpected guest.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes: Written before HBP and not edited after, so not exactly canon anymore.
A Very Moony Christmas
Hermione took a small sip from her flask before getting out of Arthur Weasley's car. She had been at her parents' home when Molly's owl had arrived to remind her of their yearly Christmas reunion.
As if she would forget...
She had spent every Christmas with the Weasleys since her fifth year at Hogwarts. Indeed, it had been five years since she graduated, but she had been with her friends every year - every Christmas Eve. Some years, it was the only day they got to see each other. She could have just apparated but Arthur had insisted on picking her up with his new car. He was still fond of all things Muggle and he hadn't been able to resist buying yet another Ford Anglia. This time one that didn't fly - just in case.
She placed the hood of her cloak back on her head. It was just a habitual thing - she didn't do it because she didn't trust the Weasleys or was afraid to be seen. Auror training had made her into a vigilant woman and this was just one of those things that she did without even thinking about it.
Molly opened the door, having seen on her clock that Arthur was home. She had seen Hermione more often in the last few months and she was used to her habits. Instead of trying to hug the girl - woman, she reminded herself, Hermione was not a little girl anymore... she nodded and smiled. "Hermione, always a pleasure to see you. Please come in, I made tea. You do trust my tea, don't you?"
Lazily, Hermione took off her cloak and walked into the kitchen. She didn't, in fact, trust anyone's tea, but she'd rather die than tell Molly that.
"I was under the impression Harry would be with you," Molly said, her tone worried. "Did something happen?"
Hermione smiled, remembering how concerned Mrs. Weasley had always been over all her children, over Harry and over herself.
Quietly, she said: "Harry will be here tonight. He has some paperwork to finish."
In the living room, someone laughed silently at the mental image of the Boy Who Lived, up to his neck in paperwork. Bureaucracy apparently wasn't just a Muggle thing.
Hermione looked up quickly, mad at herself for not having noticed that there was someone else in the house. She calmed down almost immediately though, as she realized she had indeed sensed someone being there, but had unconsciously decided that whoever it was, was a friend. Still, she couldn't help but hear Alastor Moody's words in her head, warning her to always be vigilant, and to trust no one.
Wondering who it was that had felt so trustworthy to her, she turned around and looked into the living room. At first, all she saw was a worn out robe and a head covered in grey hair that used to be light brown - judging by the few hairs that hadn't turned grey yet. The head turned to look at her and involuntarily, she gasped.
The last person Hermione had expected to see here, said, "miss Granger. Hermione. So nice to see you again. It's been... I don't even know how long it's been, but far too long for my liking. I see Auror training has treated you well, you look stunning."
"Professor Lupin..." Hermione felt her cheeks burn. She hoped her former professor wouldn't realise how confused she was to meet him here, so unexpected. She hadn't seen him in a long time, she had tried not to think of him, but within a second, it all came back to her. His friendly face, his great teaching, she way he would smile at her when they met in the halls of Hogwarts...
Remus snickered, waking Hermione up from her daydreams. "You make me feel like an old man, Hermione. Something I probably am to you. But still, please, call me Remus. I haven't been your Professor for years."
"Remus," Hermione sighed. "I had no idea you would be here. It's... You look good." She smiled, her insecurity slowly disappearing when she realised Remus looked just as thoroughly confused as she felt a moment ago. She raised an eyebrow, knowing it made her look cheeky. "In fact, you look just as handsome as you did the very first time I saw you, in my third year."
"Don't tease an old man, girl," smiled Remus, shaking his head. "I probably look more healthy than I did back then, thanks to Molly and her great food, but I'm just a grey old man."
He looked at her from under his eyelashes, wondering what her reaction would be.
Her smile disappeared. "I'm serious," she said, slightly rebellious.
Her tone reminded Remus of the girl Hermione had never been, back at Hogwarts. She did indeed look serious. She never had been the kind of girl to joke around, Remus remembered. He looked at her, saying nothing.
Hermione looked down at her hands. "Surely you must have known I had a crush on you back then," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Remus's eyes grew large. "When did you become so blunt, Hermione? And no, actually, I didn't know."
"Blunt?" Hermione seemed to think for a moment. "Yes, I guess I am being blunt. Aurors don't have time for games." This time she did look Remus in the eye. "What about two years later, when Harry, Ron and I came to stay at Sirius's place? You must have known I wanted you?"
Remus looked back at Hermione. His eyes were big with amazement and with something else Hermione did see but decided not to confront him with. Not yet, anyway.
"You were a 16-year-old student and I was an old fool, even back then. I had no idea."
The girl... woman, Remus reminded himself - and a very attractive woman at that - sighed. Remus was sure she was going to say some more, but whatever she might have said was interrupted as Molly walked in and Hermione shrugged, apparently not prepared to share her thoughts with the woman. "It's not really important, I guess."
"I guess it's not," he agreed.
Molly, somehow sensing that she had disrupted something, waited a few seconds before asking, "would the two of you like to join us in the kitchen for tea? I would have waited for the boys but according to the clock they're running late."
Remus looked at Hermione briefly before nodding once.
Hermione looked up at Molly. "Where are they anyway? I had expected at least a few of them to be here."
When Molly only sighed and rolled her eyes, Arthur answered, "Bill and Charlie are still at the Ministry, Percy is in London, doing... whatever it is he does these days, and Ron is helping out the twins."
Hermione decided it was best not to say anything about Percy. It was clear all was still not well between him and his parents.
"I suppose the twins'll close the shop early today?" she asked.
Molly nodded. "Like they do every year. Knowing the twins, they'll barge in just in time for dinner," she added with a pained expression on her face.
***
Sipping her tea, Hermione noticed Remus watching her, studying her eyes, her lips, her body... She tried her best not to look at him.
No. Not yet. It's too soon. He doesn't need to know. He'd be scared, lost... Not yet.
A muffled sound from the living room, along with a sudden sensation she knew all too well, told Hermione that someone had apparated in the house.
"I think Bill and Charlie are here," she said, shifting in her chair.
Almost immediately, she heard a voice from the living room. "I think you are correct. It's so good to see you again, Hermione."
"Bill. Still your own attractive self, I see?" she answered, an appreciative look on her face.
Bill looked at his mother, who rolled her eyes. She still tried to convince Bill to cut his hair and lose the earring, so far without success. For some reason, the girls seemed to love it and that was all that mattered to Bill.
Charlie came in after Bill, thinking of kissing Hermione on the cheek, but, remembering what happened last time he tried such a feat, decided against it. His wrists still hurt thinking about it.
"Hello, Hermione. Didn't I tell you last time to bring a date with you this year?" he said.
Hermione only shrugged.
Bill glanced at her. "Still waiting for Mr Right, are you?"
You have no idea. Still waiting indeed, waiting in all ways possible. Well... except for that one time with Fred, I still don't know what got into me.
Hermione laughed at her own thoughts. Got into me... He got into me alright...
She didn't share her thoughts with the group, although she was pretty sure at least two of the people in the kitchen knew of her little adventure with one of the Weasley brothers.
Instead, she said, "yes, Bill. Still waiting for Mr Right."
Remus couldn't help looking up at her and he was startled to see her looking right back at him.
Recovering, he heard Hermione add, "speaking of dates, Bill, where's Tonks?"
Bill shrugged in resignation. "She has engagements elsewhere, I'm afraid. It's a bloody shame, it would've been nice to have her here for Christmas."
***
Have her. Here. Right here. No, not here in the kitchen. But... have her...
Remus tried to get rid of the thoughts in his head, thoughts he pretended didn't make any sense but he couldn't lie to himself. They made way too much sense. Why hadn't he seen it before, why had he needed her to point out the obvious?
Ever since Sirius had died, Remus had longed for someone to understand him; to love him for who he was. Both James and Sirius had understood him and loved him, but they were dead now.
He was the only one left.
Yes, he was a member of the Order - it still existed even though the war was over - and the other members knew about his lycanthropy and accepted him for what he was, but... Remus needed more. He was lonely. Yes, he was pretty sure some of the members loved him and he loved some of them. But he was talking about a different kind of love here. Molly took good care of him, especially since he had left 12 Grimmauld Place a few months ago - depressed and lost, without the will to go on. Molly and Arthur were the only two people who knew about this, and only because he bumped into them on his way to... wherever it was he thought he was going. Of course they hadn't allowed him to go anywhere else but to the Burrow. He had been here ever since. The other members of the Order knew he was here but they just assumed he was tired of being alone in a house that reminded him of his best friend every day. Which was, of course, partly right.
And now here he was, in the Weasley kitchen, surrounded by Weasleys but not seeing any of them - not really - completely mesmerised by one of his former students.
How could he not have realised? Of all the people in the entire wizarding world she was the only one who could accept and love him. Sort of an outcast like himself, intelligent and introverted, someone who would rather surround herself with books than with people, just like himself.
She's young, you old wolf. Far too young. You're almost twice her age. Why on earth would she want you?
Because she's lonely. Just like me.
This is great, Remus. Now you're not only talking to yourself, but you're answering your own questions too. Some old freak you have become.
A sudden noise outside startled Remus. The rest of the Weasley boys had apparated and it sounded like they were on the roof!
Molly sighed. "You’d think they'd have grown up by now..."
Arthur laughed, but was silenced by Molly's stare. He thought it was pretty amusing to have people apparate on the roof of his house, but clearly, his wife didn't agree.
One after the other, the three boys came in. Hermione noticed Ron looked even more like his two brothers than he did last year. Ron was a bit taller but apart from that, they almost looked like triplets.
"'Mione!"
Ron seemed very pleased to see Hermione again. Of course, it was no secret that he still had a crush on her. He had had several girlfriends since Hogwarts but deep in his heart he had always loved Hermione and she had always known. But even though she cared for him with all her heart, she knew that he was not the guy that could make her happy.
Hermione didn't believe in the idea of dating for the fun of it. Love, like everything in her life, was a serious matter to her. If she would start dating someone, it would be a guy she believed she might marry some day. She only knew one man she would want to marry and that man was most certainly not Ron.
"Hello, Ron. How was the roof? You think it needs to be cleaned? Surely you remember how to summon a broom? You could've made yourself useful up there!"
The Weasleys all burst into laughter, Fred and George pretending to be Ron cleaning the roof. Even Remus smiled, his eyes shining with pleasure.
"You're getting funnier every year, Hermione. It's so good to see you're not that stuck-up little girl that came to Hogwarts anymore."
"Good to see you too, George. Fred. Sit down. Your mother is waiting to serve us tea."
***
Christmas Eve had been great. Harry had arrived about an hour after Ron and the twins and they had all had dinner together. Harry had been very happy to see Remus again and the two men had spent most of the evening talking about the current state of affairs in the wizarding world. Hermione had felt bad about that, even though she tried not to admit it to herself. But she had felt Remus's eyes on her the entire evening.
Now, she was lying in Ginny's old bed. She still didn't feel quite comfortable in this room, in this bed, even though it had been five years since Ginny's death. Five years... She could still remember every second of it. It had been during the war against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. She could still see Percy run towards his sister, too late to protect her... but just in time to have her die in his arms. None of the Weasleys had seen Percy after that night; he had left for London and never come back. Every Christmas, he sent the family a card with only his name on it. No return address, no information on how he was doing, just a card to tell his family he was still alive.
Hermione couldn't sleep. She was lost in her memories and desperately trying not to cry. This was the only place in the world she could be herself and cry over the things that hurt her. But she didn't want to go through all this again.
I need to get out of this room, she thought. Silently, she got up and descended the stairs, not even taking the time to get dressed properly. She didn’t really see the point as she knew for a fact that most - if not all - of the house was currently sound asleep.
Once downstairs, she walked toward the kitchen door, wanting to open it, but stopping when she heard a sudden sound. Someone was in there.
Before she had had a chance to turn around and go back up to her bedroom however, the door opened. Remus, much to her surprise, was standing in the doorway, a glass of white wine in one hand, a bar of chocolate in the other. He appeared to be drunk.
He gave her a long look. "Can't sleep?"
"Too many memories in that room," she nodded. Suddenly feeling rather naked in her nightgown, she added, "I didn't know you were here, I'll..."
"That's okay, come on in," Remus interrupted, grinning. "Want some wine? I'm afraid this was the last of the chocolate."
Hermione tried not to smile. She remembered Remus's obsession with chocolate all too well. Some things apparently never changed.
"No thanks, I don't drink alcohol. But I'll make myself some tea, if you don't mind."
"No, by all means," Remus smiled, looking at her. "Go right ahead."
Remus looked at her again, his eyes wandering over her nightgown-clad body in appreciation. Indeed, it was a white silk gown that made her look very feminine. She was aware of the effect it had on Remus but decided to ignore this for the time being.
Hermione turned to put the teakettle on. She liked to do simple things like this the Muggle way, much to the surprise of the members of the wizarding world she knew. Remus, though, didn't say anything about it. He just looked at her actions in mild curiosity, sipping his wine.
I wonder how it would be to make breakfast for him in the morning, the Muggle way, with his eyes on me like this all the time. Only without the wine. I wish he weren't drinking. We could've had a decent conversation, I might even have told him about how I've waited for him. But I'm not going to tell him now. He's drunk and he'll say things he doesn't mean. I want him to tell me how he feels, but not because of alcohol. I want him to tell me because he wants to, not because he's drunk.
Remus looked at Hermione drinking her tea. How lovely she looked in that little white gown that looked as if it was made for her. He wanted her, that much he knew. He knew he could tell her he wanted her right now. The wine had made it possible. Still, he hesitated. Something about the way she looked at him told him she didn't want to know. So he just looked at her. And she looked at him. He sipped his wine, she drank her tea. Half an hour went by. Then an hour.
"I'm not that drunk, you know."
Hermione looked up, surprised by the sudden interruption of the long silence.
Remus laughed, a short dry laugh that sounded a bit like a bark. "No need to look so alarmed, I'm not a mind reader. It was actually just a lucky guess."
Hermione sighed, more relieved than she wanted to admit. She had learned not to show any feelings or emotions and for a moment she had feared that Remus could see right through that skilfully built mask. She didn't say anything, though.
For a moment they were both lost in thought again. Remus looked at Hermione. Then, he looked at the two empty bottles.
What am I doing? he thought. Why am I drinking cheap wine when I could be... with her...
He smiled. Stop dreaming, you old man. She would never have you, and definitely not in this house. And moreover, is that what you want? To have her, here, for one night? And then what? Forget it ever happened and be lonely again?
Shaking his head ever so slighty, he answered his own thoughts. No. You don't want that. That's not what you're looking for. Not with her. Not this time. This is real. This is serious. This could be forever.
Remus got up, put the bottles away and cleaned the glass. He rolled his eyes.
What did I say? Stop dreaming. A girl like that has no use for an old wolf like you. So she told you she had a crush on you when she was... what? Far too young to know better. A high school crush. All the kids liked me. It was inevitable that one of those fooled hearts would think they loved me. That's all there is to it.
But... she was older when she came to 12 Grimmauld Place. What about then?
She was older, yes, but still a teenage girl. She's a woman now. All grown up. She has a life of her own. She certainly has a will of her own. And whoever it is she's willing to be with, surely it's not you!
He sighed, deciding to let the subject rest for the time being.
Hermione looked at Remus. She had made up her mind. Remus could quite possibly be the one for her. She had known that since the first time she laid eyes on him. So what if he drank? Lots of people drank. That didn't have to be a problem. And it ultimately wasn't what worried her. What worried her, was that, even though she was sure Remus and herself could be very happy together, she wasn't sure of his opinion on the matter. Not really, anyway. Yes, she was aware of the fact that he was attracted to her. She could tell he wanted her, that he wanted her tonight. She had noticed his eyes on her, on her nightgown, on her body.
But he's a man. The fact that he's sexually attracted to me doesn't mean he wants to spend his life with me. What if I'm wrong? What if he's not interested in me, not in the same way I'm interested in him? What if this is just his version of a crush?
Hermione got up to pour herself another cup of tea. She looked at Remus, hoping he wouldn't notice.
But what if... maybe...
She tried to get her thoughts under control. Okay. This is not going to work. We're not getting anywhere this way. Maybe I should just... No. I couldn't. But maybe...
Minutes passed. Finally, when Remus thought he couldn't take it anymore, Hermione whispered, "Thank you."
Remus opened his mouth to ask her what she meant when suddenly he realised he knew.
"No, Hermione. Thank you."
She nodded.
Remus sighed. "Are we really going to have this conversation, then?"
She looked up in surprise when he got up and walked past her, towards the kitchen door.
"If we are, we'd better lock the door. We don't want to be interrupted, now do we?" he explained.
After magically locking the door, Remus walked back to the kitchen table. Instead of walking straight to his seat, however, he stopped right behind Hermione. She could feel his body heat. The idea of him being so close to her sent shivers down her spine. She felt the hair in her neck and the little silky hairs on her forearms rise when he gently touched her hair. She tried to resist the urge to turn around and kiss him. He was so close...
She was both relieved and disappointed when he walked past her and sat down.
"Why me, Hermione?"
"You know why."
He nodded. She probably had the same reasons he had.
"How did you know?" Hermione asked. "I thought you weren't a mind reader; you seemed so insecure a moment ago. What changed?"
"Everything. Nothing. I can't really explain. I guess it's a wolf thing."
Hermione giggled, a sound that didn't quite suit her. "Do I... smell different?"
"You smell good."
Once again, they looked at each other, their eyes locked. Hermione thought about all the things she wanted Remus to know about her, all the things she wanted to say. Remus thought about Hermione.
Suddenly, Hermione spoke again. "You know, what Bill said... about waiting for Mr Right..."
Remus, reaching out to take Hermione's hand, stopped a few inches short of it, afraid she wouldn't finish her sentence.
When she remained silent for a few seconds, he said, in a tone that was meant to encourage her, "Yes?"
"I... you... I mean..." She sighed.
Remus decided it was time to be honest. "I'm afraid I will disappoint you, Hermione."
Hermione seemed to have made up her mind. "You won't."
"Being with me will not be easy," Remus tried.
"Yes, I know. Werewolf. But that's not all the time."
"True."
"I'd be good for you," Hermione said, as if daring him to contradict her.
"I never doubted that."
Hermione looked at him for a moment, then looked down at her hands. "I'm lonely."
Instead of answering, Remus took Hermione's hand from the table and kissed it. He heard how she inhaled sharply.
Kissing every finger of her hand, slowly, lips only just touching the skin, he carefully stood up and walked towards Hermione once again. He turned her hand around, kissing her wrist, the inner side of her lower arm and her elbow. Her breath caught.
He looked down at her and saw more emotions in her eyes than he had thought possible. How could this be his doing? How could an old, grey man like him have such an effect on a woman like her?
Hermione seemed to sense his insecurity for she also stood up from her seat and she ran the fingers of the hand Remus wasn't holding through his hair.
"It's mostly grey now," said Remus.
"I like grey. It looks good on you."
Her hand wandered from his hair down to his neck and back up to his ear, which she tenderly caressed. She moved on to his cheek and his chin, avoiding his lips. He tried to move his head so that he could catch her finger with his mouth, but she was too quick for him. Moving closer to him, she let her fingers wander back to his hair and down his shoulder and his back.
"No."
Remus raised an eyebrow. "No?"
"No. Yes. No. Oh, for fucks sake."
She kissed him on the mouth. Hard.
***
During breakfast, Hermione couldn't help but think about the previous night. Her concern that she wouldn't get a chance to say all the things she had on her mind, had been unnecessary. They had sat down together and talked for several hours, but not before...
Hermione couldn't help herself, letting out a grin so mischievous, that George asked her if she had secretly been reading Playwitch up in her room.
She blushed. "No George, I just... I remembered something, that's all."
Remus, who was just about to take a bite out of his toast, shot her a look, the toast forgotten in his hand. Once again, Hermione grinned.
"Must be some memory," Remus said quietly.
"One of the best I have."
That was certainly true. Not that she hadn't had fun with Fred that one time, but this had been about more than just fun and hormones. Even though she agreed that she didn't really have anything to compare it with, she knew this had been special. She had felt things she didn't even know she could feel, and done things...
There she was, bending over the kitchen table, Remus standing behind her, positioning himself against her entrance, sliding into her ever so slowly...
She forced herself to think of something else. "So, Harry, have you managed to take today off, then?"
Soon, she was so lost in conversation, she didn't notice Fred and George watching her with a quizzical expression on their faces before turning to Remus.
"So, had a good night sleep?"
***
"You didn't!" Remus shook his head. Fred and George grinned.
"You better believe us, mate," Fred said. "Remember those Extendable Ears we invented a few years ago?"
"We heard every word..." George whispered.
"... every moan..."
"... every sigh..."
"Should we go on?"
Remus tried to be angry with the twins but found he couldn't. He loved them too much. Besides, he wasn't ashamed of what had happened the previous night.
"No, that’s quite alright, I get the point. Does Hermione know at all?"
"We certainly didn't tell her. But remind me to thank her," said Fred. "She really thought I was fun in bed, then?"
Remus smiled a boyish smile. "Yeah, but I'm sure you hear that a lot from Angelina?"
"Actually, Angelina never says things like that to me," Fred answered, thinking. "She does laugh a lot, though, so I guess I'm safe. It's really too bad she and Alicia couldn't be here but hey, being a professional Quidditch player asks for sacrifices. And George and I are really proud of them, aren't we George?"
"We are. I do miss them, though. They've been in Bulgaria for over a week now."
***
Hermione and Harry spent the rest of the day with Remus and the Weasleys. They decided to all go for a long walk around Ottery St Catchpole together. Hermione hoped for a chance to talk to Remus; she hadn't had a decent conversation with him since she had gone to her own room the night before. With all the Weasleys there, however, they were never alone for more than two minutes at a time.
With this in mind, Hermione told Molly she would like to stay another night. She was pretty sure Remus would be awake and in the kitchen again tonight. Molly, not surprisingly, was absolutely thrilled to hear Hermione would stay a bit longer.
"Of course you can stay, dear, stay as long as you want. Remus will have someone to talk to while I'm busy cleaning the house."
"I guess all the boys are leaving tomorrow morning, then?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, dear. Arthur has to go back to work, the twins will go back to their shop, Ron will join them, he'll be helping the twins out until Angelina and Alicia are back... Bill and Charlie are leaving tonight. All my boys are so busy," Molly said with a hint of pride in her voice.
Hermione smiled. She liked Molly a lot and it amused her greatly to see the pride in the woman's eyes.
"I'll just stay this one night, Molly. I promised my parents I'd spend New Year's Eve with them and I want to pick up some late Christmas gifts. I feel bad about not spending Christmas with them. I mean... I'm having a great time with all of you, of course, but..."
"I understand, Hermione. It's too bad Arthur has to go back to work, he would love to go shopping with you." Molly smiled. "Imagine his face, wandering through all those Muggle shops."
"That would be something, I agree," Hermione answered, her eyes shining. More seriously, she added, "you could come with me, though, if you want?"
Molly promised she would think about it. Then she was called away by Bill and Charlie, who wanted to say goodbye. It was time for the two oldest Weasley boys to go back to their own lives.
***
That night Hermione went to the kitchen once again. Halfway down, however, she was startled by a door suddenly opening. It was the door to Percy's room. Before she'd had the time to back away, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room.
"Good thing I'm not your professor anymore or I would have had no choice but to dock points from Gryffindor. Wandering around in the middle in the night again..."
It was Remus. He was naked. Hermione looked at him. He smirked.
"Don't do that," whispered Hermione, allowing her eyes to wander over Remus’s naked body.
"You remind me of Snape when you look like that."
"Oh, thanks a lot." Remus rolled his eyes. "That really makes me feel wanted."
"Doesn't it."
Laughing at Remus's raised eyebrow, Hermione continued, "anyway, good thing you're not my professor anymore or I couldn't have done this."
Once again, she kissed him.
For a moment, Remus wondered if he should tell her about Fred and George and their Extendable Ears. Then he shrugged and kissed her back. He was not about to let some audience ruin his night.
Still kissing, Remus pushed Hermione backwards in the direction of the bed. When they had reached it, Hermione held Remus tight and let herself fall onto the soft comforter. Remus, ever the gentleman, made sure he landed on his arms and not on Hermione. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheekbone. He allowed his tongue to wander around and over and in her ear, smiling when he felt Hermione squirming under him. Softly, he kissed her neck, her shoulders...
Hermione, insecure for a moment, looked up, searching Remus's eyes for something that would tell her he wasn't serious about this - about her - after all. She wasn't quite sure why she was looking for it but she didn't find it and that was good. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up so she could kiss him. In response, he put an arm around her waist and rolled over.
A bit nervous, Hermione kissed Remus's chest. She looked up at him, asking him what he wanted, and he answered with a soft plea. Hermione nodded, looking more confident than she felt. She had only done that once before and only for a short while.
Again, he seemed to be able to read her mind. "Don't worry, you don't have to if you don't want to."
"I do want to. I just..."
"I know. Don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll do great."
Hermione kissed his nipples and, encouraged by his moans, bit them tenderly. She kissed her way down to Remus's belly button and whirled around it slowly with her tongue before she plunged into it. Remus made a sharp hissing sound and arched his back. Hermione's tongue followed the trail of soft black hairs down to his groin and further down to the inner side of his leg. Remus's moans were getting louder.
"You're teasing me."
Hermione grinned but, recognising the plea in Remus's words, slowly worked her way back up. Finally, she pushed the tip of her tongue against the top of Remus's cock while at the same time, she grabbed his balls and moved them around in her hand. Then, she opened her mouth a bit and after wetting her lips she took the head in her mouth. Remus was very aroused by now and Hermione enjoyed the taste of his pre-cum.
"Gods..." Remus groaned. "And you were worrying about not doing it right?"
Instead of answering, Hermione opened her mouth further so Remus would fit in. She tried to take it all but found she couldn't. Running her tongue up his shaft, she pulled her head back again slowly, waiting until she was back at the head to suck hard. She was awarded with a loud moan. One of her hands was still playing with Remus’s balls, she used the other one to work on the part of Remus’s cock she couldn’t reach with her mouth. She tried not to cry out in pain when Remus gave her hair a tug; his hand had become tangled in it.
Once again, she took as much of Remus inside her mouth as she could. This time she started sucking the moment she pulled her head back. She felt Remus trembling. Taking his cock out of her mouth, she kissed the shaft, working her way down. She took one of Remus's balls in her mouth, stroking the tendon on the backside of the sack with her tongue.
"Stop," moaned Remus. "Stop that or it'll be all over way too soon."
Giggling shyly, Hermione pulled her head back to look at Remus. "Are you sure you don't want me to go on?"
"Not at all." He kissed her passionately, not minding the taste of his own pre-cum, a thing that, strangely, aroused Hermione.
The previous night, Hermione had learned how Remus liked it. Therefore, she was not surprised when he asked her to get down on all fours. She was still wearing her nightgown and she smiled when she heard Remus gasp. He had finally noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Naughty girl, you."
"Anything to please you, Professor," said Hermione on a girlish tone.
Remus tried to rid himself of the sudden images of Hermione in a Japanese school uniform. He couldn't even remember how he knew what those uniforms looked like, he was only aware of the fact that a tiny skirt like that on Hermione would probably make him explode in lust.
He shook his head. "Am I a freak for getting turned on by that?"
Hermione wanted to respond to that but as soon as she opened her mouth to form the words, she gasped. Remus's fingers were stroking her between her legs. They wandered over her labia, slowly and teasingly, until they found that one spot. She writhed with pleasure when his fingers explored her hot wetness.
Remus slowly whirled one wet finger around and over her clitoris until he heard her breath deepening. Then, he circled around her labia once more before he went looking for her entrance. When he found it, he slowly pushed one finger inside. A second finger followed. Within seconds, he had found her most sensitive spot. Hermione's breath caught.
"Remus. Remus. Oh, Gods."
He took his fingers out and guided his cock to her entrance. In one smooth movement, he entered her. He grabbed her hips to hold her still and slowly moved in and out. Arching her back, Hermione moaned.
"Yesss... Oh, Gods, Remus, this is good."
Remus's hands moved from her hips to her breasts. She was still wearing her nightgown and his hands were stroking her nipples over the cloth. Then, he took her breasts in his hands and squeezed them softly before wandering down to her waist. Leaning over her, he held her by her waist and thrust harder and faster.
Soon, Hermione felt the tenstion build up in her lower abdomen. She started to shudder, keening softly.
Remus felt she was close to the edge, doing his best to keep her going in that direction by keeping a steady rhythm. Within a minute, he felt Hermione's muscles begin to contract around him.
"Oh my... oh yes, oh Gods yes... Remus!"
Remus smiled. Nothing turned him on as much as the woman he loved screaming his name in ectasy. It brought him to the edge in no time. Thrusting harder and faster even, still holding on to Hermione's waist, her hips rocking in time with his thrusts, he took his own pleasure. With a loud moan, he came.
***
"I should probably go back to my own room. With all the noise we made, I'm surprised Molly didn't come to check on you."
Sated, they had moved to lie face to face on Percy’s bed, tired but content.
"Oh, I'm sure the twins would have stopped her if she'd tried," Remus grinned softly.
Hermione shot him a confused glance. "What d'you mean, the twins?"
Remus got out of bed and opened the door, just in time to see two Extendable Ears be pulled up from somewhere upstairs.
Hermione blinked. "You mean the twins have been eavesdropping on us the whole night and you knew?"
"Er. Yes," said Remus in a worried voice. Would Hermione be mad at him?
At first, she seemed to be, but soon, a naughy smile appeared on her face.
"You bad boy, you."
Before Remus knew what was happening, Hermione had pulled him back on the bed. Suffice it to say she wasn't going up to her own room any time soon.
Anyway, my name is Joyce, I'm 26 from the Netherlands, I see there's some familiar faces around here, which is good. I'm sorry if you've already read this fic. Feel free to ignore it.
Title: A Very Moony Christmas
Author: gilraen79
Genre: Smutty romance?
Audience: [the Mature]
Pairing: Remus/Hermione
Warnings: Explicit sexual situations
Length/Complete?: 6.600 words, completed
Summary: Hermione visits the Burrow for Christmas. She finds an unexpected guest.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes: Written before HBP and not edited after, so not exactly canon anymore.
A Very Moony Christmas
Hermione took a small sip from her flask before getting out of Arthur Weasley's car. She had been at her parents' home when Molly's owl had arrived to remind her of their yearly Christmas reunion.
As if she would forget...
She had spent every Christmas with the Weasleys since her fifth year at Hogwarts. Indeed, it had been five years since she graduated, but she had been with her friends every year - every Christmas Eve. Some years, it was the only day they got to see each other. She could have just apparated but Arthur had insisted on picking her up with his new car. He was still fond of all things Muggle and he hadn't been able to resist buying yet another Ford Anglia. This time one that didn't fly - just in case.
She placed the hood of her cloak back on her head. It was just a habitual thing - she didn't do it because she didn't trust the Weasleys or was afraid to be seen. Auror training had made her into a vigilant woman and this was just one of those things that she did without even thinking about it.
Molly opened the door, having seen on her clock that Arthur was home. She had seen Hermione more often in the last few months and she was used to her habits. Instead of trying to hug the girl - woman, she reminded herself, Hermione was not a little girl anymore... she nodded and smiled. "Hermione, always a pleasure to see you. Please come in, I made tea. You do trust my tea, don't you?"
Lazily, Hermione took off her cloak and walked into the kitchen. She didn't, in fact, trust anyone's tea, but she'd rather die than tell Molly that.
"I was under the impression Harry would be with you," Molly said, her tone worried. "Did something happen?"
Hermione smiled, remembering how concerned Mrs. Weasley had always been over all her children, over Harry and over herself.
Quietly, she said: "Harry will be here tonight. He has some paperwork to finish."
In the living room, someone laughed silently at the mental image of the Boy Who Lived, up to his neck in paperwork. Bureaucracy apparently wasn't just a Muggle thing.
Hermione looked up quickly, mad at herself for not having noticed that there was someone else in the house. She calmed down almost immediately though, as she realized she had indeed sensed someone being there, but had unconsciously decided that whoever it was, was a friend. Still, she couldn't help but hear Alastor Moody's words in her head, warning her to always be vigilant, and to trust no one.
Wondering who it was that had felt so trustworthy to her, she turned around and looked into the living room. At first, all she saw was a worn out robe and a head covered in grey hair that used to be light brown - judging by the few hairs that hadn't turned grey yet. The head turned to look at her and involuntarily, she gasped.
The last person Hermione had expected to see here, said, "miss Granger. Hermione. So nice to see you again. It's been... I don't even know how long it's been, but far too long for my liking. I see Auror training has treated you well, you look stunning."
"Professor Lupin..." Hermione felt her cheeks burn. She hoped her former professor wouldn't realise how confused she was to meet him here, so unexpected. She hadn't seen him in a long time, she had tried not to think of him, but within a second, it all came back to her. His friendly face, his great teaching, she way he would smile at her when they met in the halls of Hogwarts...
Remus snickered, waking Hermione up from her daydreams. "You make me feel like an old man, Hermione. Something I probably am to you. But still, please, call me Remus. I haven't been your Professor for years."
"Remus," Hermione sighed. "I had no idea you would be here. It's... You look good." She smiled, her insecurity slowly disappearing when she realised Remus looked just as thoroughly confused as she felt a moment ago. She raised an eyebrow, knowing it made her look cheeky. "In fact, you look just as handsome as you did the very first time I saw you, in my third year."
"Don't tease an old man, girl," smiled Remus, shaking his head. "I probably look more healthy than I did back then, thanks to Molly and her great food, but I'm just a grey old man."
He looked at her from under his eyelashes, wondering what her reaction would be.
Her smile disappeared. "I'm serious," she said, slightly rebellious.
Her tone reminded Remus of the girl Hermione had never been, back at Hogwarts. She did indeed look serious. She never had been the kind of girl to joke around, Remus remembered. He looked at her, saying nothing.
Hermione looked down at her hands. "Surely you must have known I had a crush on you back then," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Remus's eyes grew large. "When did you become so blunt, Hermione? And no, actually, I didn't know."
"Blunt?" Hermione seemed to think for a moment. "Yes, I guess I am being blunt. Aurors don't have time for games." This time she did look Remus in the eye. "What about two years later, when Harry, Ron and I came to stay at Sirius's place? You must have known I wanted you?"
Remus looked back at Hermione. His eyes were big with amazement and with something else Hermione did see but decided not to confront him with. Not yet, anyway.
"You were a 16-year-old student and I was an old fool, even back then. I had no idea."
The girl... woman, Remus reminded himself - and a very attractive woman at that - sighed. Remus was sure she was going to say some more, but whatever she might have said was interrupted as Molly walked in and Hermione shrugged, apparently not prepared to share her thoughts with the woman. "It's not really important, I guess."
"I guess it's not," he agreed.
Molly, somehow sensing that she had disrupted something, waited a few seconds before asking, "would the two of you like to join us in the kitchen for tea? I would have waited for the boys but according to the clock they're running late."
Remus looked at Hermione briefly before nodding once.
Hermione looked up at Molly. "Where are they anyway? I had expected at least a few of them to be here."
When Molly only sighed and rolled her eyes, Arthur answered, "Bill and Charlie are still at the Ministry, Percy is in London, doing... whatever it is he does these days, and Ron is helping out the twins."
Hermione decided it was best not to say anything about Percy. It was clear all was still not well between him and his parents.
"I suppose the twins'll close the shop early today?" she asked.
Molly nodded. "Like they do every year. Knowing the twins, they'll barge in just in time for dinner," she added with a pained expression on her face.
***
Sipping her tea, Hermione noticed Remus watching her, studying her eyes, her lips, her body... She tried her best not to look at him.
No. Not yet. It's too soon. He doesn't need to know. He'd be scared, lost... Not yet.
A muffled sound from the living room, along with a sudden sensation she knew all too well, told Hermione that someone had apparated in the house.
"I think Bill and Charlie are here," she said, shifting in her chair.
Almost immediately, she heard a voice from the living room. "I think you are correct. It's so good to see you again, Hermione."
"Bill. Still your own attractive self, I see?" she answered, an appreciative look on her face.
Bill looked at his mother, who rolled her eyes. She still tried to convince Bill to cut his hair and lose the earring, so far without success. For some reason, the girls seemed to love it and that was all that mattered to Bill.
Charlie came in after Bill, thinking of kissing Hermione on the cheek, but, remembering what happened last time he tried such a feat, decided against it. His wrists still hurt thinking about it.
"Hello, Hermione. Didn't I tell you last time to bring a date with you this year?" he said.
Hermione only shrugged.
Bill glanced at her. "Still waiting for Mr Right, are you?"
You have no idea. Still waiting indeed, waiting in all ways possible. Well... except for that one time with Fred, I still don't know what got into me.
Hermione laughed at her own thoughts. Got into me... He got into me alright...
She didn't share her thoughts with the group, although she was pretty sure at least two of the people in the kitchen knew of her little adventure with one of the Weasley brothers.
Instead, she said, "yes, Bill. Still waiting for Mr Right."
Remus couldn't help looking up at her and he was startled to see her looking right back at him.
Recovering, he heard Hermione add, "speaking of dates, Bill, where's Tonks?"
Bill shrugged in resignation. "She has engagements elsewhere, I'm afraid. It's a bloody shame, it would've been nice to have her here for Christmas."
***
Have her. Here. Right here. No, not here in the kitchen. But... have her...
Remus tried to get rid of the thoughts in his head, thoughts he pretended didn't make any sense but he couldn't lie to himself. They made way too much sense. Why hadn't he seen it before, why had he needed her to point out the obvious?
Ever since Sirius had died, Remus had longed for someone to understand him; to love him for who he was. Both James and Sirius had understood him and loved him, but they were dead now.
He was the only one left.
Yes, he was a member of the Order - it still existed even though the war was over - and the other members knew about his lycanthropy and accepted him for what he was, but... Remus needed more. He was lonely. Yes, he was pretty sure some of the members loved him and he loved some of them. But he was talking about a different kind of love here. Molly took good care of him, especially since he had left 12 Grimmauld Place a few months ago - depressed and lost, without the will to go on. Molly and Arthur were the only two people who knew about this, and only because he bumped into them on his way to... wherever it was he thought he was going. Of course they hadn't allowed him to go anywhere else but to the Burrow. He had been here ever since. The other members of the Order knew he was here but they just assumed he was tired of being alone in a house that reminded him of his best friend every day. Which was, of course, partly right.
And now here he was, in the Weasley kitchen, surrounded by Weasleys but not seeing any of them - not really - completely mesmerised by one of his former students.
How could he not have realised? Of all the people in the entire wizarding world she was the only one who could accept and love him. Sort of an outcast like himself, intelligent and introverted, someone who would rather surround herself with books than with people, just like himself.
She's young, you old wolf. Far too young. You're almost twice her age. Why on earth would she want you?
Because she's lonely. Just like me.
This is great, Remus. Now you're not only talking to yourself, but you're answering your own questions too. Some old freak you have become.
A sudden noise outside startled Remus. The rest of the Weasley boys had apparated and it sounded like they were on the roof!
Molly sighed. "You’d think they'd have grown up by now..."
Arthur laughed, but was silenced by Molly's stare. He thought it was pretty amusing to have people apparate on the roof of his house, but clearly, his wife didn't agree.
One after the other, the three boys came in. Hermione noticed Ron looked even more like his two brothers than he did last year. Ron was a bit taller but apart from that, they almost looked like triplets.
"'Mione!"
Ron seemed very pleased to see Hermione again. Of course, it was no secret that he still had a crush on her. He had had several girlfriends since Hogwarts but deep in his heart he had always loved Hermione and she had always known. But even though she cared for him with all her heart, she knew that he was not the guy that could make her happy.
Hermione didn't believe in the idea of dating for the fun of it. Love, like everything in her life, was a serious matter to her. If she would start dating someone, it would be a guy she believed she might marry some day. She only knew one man she would want to marry and that man was most certainly not Ron.
"Hello, Ron. How was the roof? You think it needs to be cleaned? Surely you remember how to summon a broom? You could've made yourself useful up there!"
The Weasleys all burst into laughter, Fred and George pretending to be Ron cleaning the roof. Even Remus smiled, his eyes shining with pleasure.
"You're getting funnier every year, Hermione. It's so good to see you're not that stuck-up little girl that came to Hogwarts anymore."
"Good to see you too, George. Fred. Sit down. Your mother is waiting to serve us tea."
***
Christmas Eve had been great. Harry had arrived about an hour after Ron and the twins and they had all had dinner together. Harry had been very happy to see Remus again and the two men had spent most of the evening talking about the current state of affairs in the wizarding world. Hermione had felt bad about that, even though she tried not to admit it to herself. But she had felt Remus's eyes on her the entire evening.
Now, she was lying in Ginny's old bed. She still didn't feel quite comfortable in this room, in this bed, even though it had been five years since Ginny's death. Five years... She could still remember every second of it. It had been during the war against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. She could still see Percy run towards his sister, too late to protect her... but just in time to have her die in his arms. None of the Weasleys had seen Percy after that night; he had left for London and never come back. Every Christmas, he sent the family a card with only his name on it. No return address, no information on how he was doing, just a card to tell his family he was still alive.
Hermione couldn't sleep. She was lost in her memories and desperately trying not to cry. This was the only place in the world she could be herself and cry over the things that hurt her. But she didn't want to go through all this again.
I need to get out of this room, she thought. Silently, she got up and descended the stairs, not even taking the time to get dressed properly. She didn’t really see the point as she knew for a fact that most - if not all - of the house was currently sound asleep.
Once downstairs, she walked toward the kitchen door, wanting to open it, but stopping when she heard a sudden sound. Someone was in there.
Before she had had a chance to turn around and go back up to her bedroom however, the door opened. Remus, much to her surprise, was standing in the doorway, a glass of white wine in one hand, a bar of chocolate in the other. He appeared to be drunk.
He gave her a long look. "Can't sleep?"
"Too many memories in that room," she nodded. Suddenly feeling rather naked in her nightgown, she added, "I didn't know you were here, I'll..."
"That's okay, come on in," Remus interrupted, grinning. "Want some wine? I'm afraid this was the last of the chocolate."
Hermione tried not to smile. She remembered Remus's obsession with chocolate all too well. Some things apparently never changed.
"No thanks, I don't drink alcohol. But I'll make myself some tea, if you don't mind."
"No, by all means," Remus smiled, looking at her. "Go right ahead."
Remus looked at her again, his eyes wandering over her nightgown-clad body in appreciation. Indeed, it was a white silk gown that made her look very feminine. She was aware of the effect it had on Remus but decided to ignore this for the time being.
Hermione turned to put the teakettle on. She liked to do simple things like this the Muggle way, much to the surprise of the members of the wizarding world she knew. Remus, though, didn't say anything about it. He just looked at her actions in mild curiosity, sipping his wine.
I wonder how it would be to make breakfast for him in the morning, the Muggle way, with his eyes on me like this all the time. Only without the wine. I wish he weren't drinking. We could've had a decent conversation, I might even have told him about how I've waited for him. But I'm not going to tell him now. He's drunk and he'll say things he doesn't mean. I want him to tell me how he feels, but not because of alcohol. I want him to tell me because he wants to, not because he's drunk.
Remus looked at Hermione drinking her tea. How lovely she looked in that little white gown that looked as if it was made for her. He wanted her, that much he knew. He knew he could tell her he wanted her right now. The wine had made it possible. Still, he hesitated. Something about the way she looked at him told him she didn't want to know. So he just looked at her. And she looked at him. He sipped his wine, she drank her tea. Half an hour went by. Then an hour.
"I'm not that drunk, you know."
Hermione looked up, surprised by the sudden interruption of the long silence.
Remus laughed, a short dry laugh that sounded a bit like a bark. "No need to look so alarmed, I'm not a mind reader. It was actually just a lucky guess."
Hermione sighed, more relieved than she wanted to admit. She had learned not to show any feelings or emotions and for a moment she had feared that Remus could see right through that skilfully built mask. She didn't say anything, though.
For a moment they were both lost in thought again. Remus looked at Hermione. Then, he looked at the two empty bottles.
What am I doing? he thought. Why am I drinking cheap wine when I could be... with her...
He smiled. Stop dreaming, you old man. She would never have you, and definitely not in this house. And moreover, is that what you want? To have her, here, for one night? And then what? Forget it ever happened and be lonely again?
Shaking his head ever so slighty, he answered his own thoughts. No. You don't want that. That's not what you're looking for. Not with her. Not this time. This is real. This is serious. This could be forever.
Remus got up, put the bottles away and cleaned the glass. He rolled his eyes.
What did I say? Stop dreaming. A girl like that has no use for an old wolf like you. So she told you she had a crush on you when she was... what? Far too young to know better. A high school crush. All the kids liked me. It was inevitable that one of those fooled hearts would think they loved me. That's all there is to it.
But... she was older when she came to 12 Grimmauld Place. What about then?
She was older, yes, but still a teenage girl. She's a woman now. All grown up. She has a life of her own. She certainly has a will of her own. And whoever it is she's willing to be with, surely it's not you!
He sighed, deciding to let the subject rest for the time being.
Hermione looked at Remus. She had made up her mind. Remus could quite possibly be the one for her. She had known that since the first time she laid eyes on him. So what if he drank? Lots of people drank. That didn't have to be a problem. And it ultimately wasn't what worried her. What worried her, was that, even though she was sure Remus and herself could be very happy together, she wasn't sure of his opinion on the matter. Not really, anyway. Yes, she was aware of the fact that he was attracted to her. She could tell he wanted her, that he wanted her tonight. She had noticed his eyes on her, on her nightgown, on her body.
But he's a man. The fact that he's sexually attracted to me doesn't mean he wants to spend his life with me. What if I'm wrong? What if he's not interested in me, not in the same way I'm interested in him? What if this is just his version of a crush?
Hermione got up to pour herself another cup of tea. She looked at Remus, hoping he wouldn't notice.
But what if... maybe...
She tried to get her thoughts under control. Okay. This is not going to work. We're not getting anywhere this way. Maybe I should just... No. I couldn't. But maybe...
Minutes passed. Finally, when Remus thought he couldn't take it anymore, Hermione whispered, "Thank you."
Remus opened his mouth to ask her what she meant when suddenly he realised he knew.
"No, Hermione. Thank you."
She nodded.
Remus sighed. "Are we really going to have this conversation, then?"
She looked up in surprise when he got up and walked past her, towards the kitchen door.
"If we are, we'd better lock the door. We don't want to be interrupted, now do we?" he explained.
After magically locking the door, Remus walked back to the kitchen table. Instead of walking straight to his seat, however, he stopped right behind Hermione. She could feel his body heat. The idea of him being so close to her sent shivers down her spine. She felt the hair in her neck and the little silky hairs on her forearms rise when he gently touched her hair. She tried to resist the urge to turn around and kiss him. He was so close...
She was both relieved and disappointed when he walked past her and sat down.
"Why me, Hermione?"
"You know why."
He nodded. She probably had the same reasons he had.
"How did you know?" Hermione asked. "I thought you weren't a mind reader; you seemed so insecure a moment ago. What changed?"
"Everything. Nothing. I can't really explain. I guess it's a wolf thing."
Hermione giggled, a sound that didn't quite suit her. "Do I... smell different?"
"You smell good."
Once again, they looked at each other, their eyes locked. Hermione thought about all the things she wanted Remus to know about her, all the things she wanted to say. Remus thought about Hermione.
Suddenly, Hermione spoke again. "You know, what Bill said... about waiting for Mr Right..."
Remus, reaching out to take Hermione's hand, stopped a few inches short of it, afraid she wouldn't finish her sentence.
When she remained silent for a few seconds, he said, in a tone that was meant to encourage her, "Yes?"
"I... you... I mean..." She sighed.
Remus decided it was time to be honest. "I'm afraid I will disappoint you, Hermione."
Hermione seemed to have made up her mind. "You won't."
"Being with me will not be easy," Remus tried.
"Yes, I know. Werewolf. But that's not all the time."
"True."
"I'd be good for you," Hermione said, as if daring him to contradict her.
"I never doubted that."
Hermione looked at him for a moment, then looked down at her hands. "I'm lonely."
Instead of answering, Remus took Hermione's hand from the table and kissed it. He heard how she inhaled sharply.
Kissing every finger of her hand, slowly, lips only just touching the skin, he carefully stood up and walked towards Hermione once again. He turned her hand around, kissing her wrist, the inner side of her lower arm and her elbow. Her breath caught.
He looked down at her and saw more emotions in her eyes than he had thought possible. How could this be his doing? How could an old, grey man like him have such an effect on a woman like her?
Hermione seemed to sense his insecurity for she also stood up from her seat and she ran the fingers of the hand Remus wasn't holding through his hair.
"It's mostly grey now," said Remus.
"I like grey. It looks good on you."
Her hand wandered from his hair down to his neck and back up to his ear, which she tenderly caressed. She moved on to his cheek and his chin, avoiding his lips. He tried to move his head so that he could catch her finger with his mouth, but she was too quick for him. Moving closer to him, she let her fingers wander back to his hair and down his shoulder and his back.
"No."
Remus raised an eyebrow. "No?"
"No. Yes. No. Oh, for fucks sake."
She kissed him on the mouth. Hard.
***
During breakfast, Hermione couldn't help but think about the previous night. Her concern that she wouldn't get a chance to say all the things she had on her mind, had been unnecessary. They had sat down together and talked for several hours, but not before...
Hermione couldn't help herself, letting out a grin so mischievous, that George asked her if she had secretly been reading Playwitch up in her room.
She blushed. "No George, I just... I remembered something, that's all."
Remus, who was just about to take a bite out of his toast, shot her a look, the toast forgotten in his hand. Once again, Hermione grinned.
"Must be some memory," Remus said quietly.
"One of the best I have."
That was certainly true. Not that she hadn't had fun with Fred that one time, but this had been about more than just fun and hormones. Even though she agreed that she didn't really have anything to compare it with, she knew this had been special. She had felt things she didn't even know she could feel, and done things...
There she was, bending over the kitchen table, Remus standing behind her, positioning himself against her entrance, sliding into her ever so slowly...
She forced herself to think of something else. "So, Harry, have you managed to take today off, then?"
Soon, she was so lost in conversation, she didn't notice Fred and George watching her with a quizzical expression on their faces before turning to Remus.
"So, had a good night sleep?"
***
"You didn't!" Remus shook his head. Fred and George grinned.
"You better believe us, mate," Fred said. "Remember those Extendable Ears we invented a few years ago?"
"We heard every word..." George whispered.
"... every moan..."
"... every sigh..."
"Should we go on?"
Remus tried to be angry with the twins but found he couldn't. He loved them too much. Besides, he wasn't ashamed of what had happened the previous night.
"No, that’s quite alright, I get the point. Does Hermione know at all?"
"We certainly didn't tell her. But remind me to thank her," said Fred. "She really thought I was fun in bed, then?"
Remus smiled a boyish smile. "Yeah, but I'm sure you hear that a lot from Angelina?"
"Actually, Angelina never says things like that to me," Fred answered, thinking. "She does laugh a lot, though, so I guess I'm safe. It's really too bad she and Alicia couldn't be here but hey, being a professional Quidditch player asks for sacrifices. And George and I are really proud of them, aren't we George?"
"We are. I do miss them, though. They've been in Bulgaria for over a week now."
***
Hermione and Harry spent the rest of the day with Remus and the Weasleys. They decided to all go for a long walk around Ottery St Catchpole together. Hermione hoped for a chance to talk to Remus; she hadn't had a decent conversation with him since she had gone to her own room the night before. With all the Weasleys there, however, they were never alone for more than two minutes at a time.
With this in mind, Hermione told Molly she would like to stay another night. She was pretty sure Remus would be awake and in the kitchen again tonight. Molly, not surprisingly, was absolutely thrilled to hear Hermione would stay a bit longer.
"Of course you can stay, dear, stay as long as you want. Remus will have someone to talk to while I'm busy cleaning the house."
"I guess all the boys are leaving tomorrow morning, then?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, dear. Arthur has to go back to work, the twins will go back to their shop, Ron will join them, he'll be helping the twins out until Angelina and Alicia are back... Bill and Charlie are leaving tonight. All my boys are so busy," Molly said with a hint of pride in her voice.
Hermione smiled. She liked Molly a lot and it amused her greatly to see the pride in the woman's eyes.
"I'll just stay this one night, Molly. I promised my parents I'd spend New Year's Eve with them and I want to pick up some late Christmas gifts. I feel bad about not spending Christmas with them. I mean... I'm having a great time with all of you, of course, but..."
"I understand, Hermione. It's too bad Arthur has to go back to work, he would love to go shopping with you." Molly smiled. "Imagine his face, wandering through all those Muggle shops."
"That would be something, I agree," Hermione answered, her eyes shining. More seriously, she added, "you could come with me, though, if you want?"
Molly promised she would think about it. Then she was called away by Bill and Charlie, who wanted to say goodbye. It was time for the two oldest Weasley boys to go back to their own lives.
***
That night Hermione went to the kitchen once again. Halfway down, however, she was startled by a door suddenly opening. It was the door to Percy's room. Before she'd had the time to back away, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room.
"Good thing I'm not your professor anymore or I would have had no choice but to dock points from Gryffindor. Wandering around in the middle in the night again..."
It was Remus. He was naked. Hermione looked at him. He smirked.
"Don't do that," whispered Hermione, allowing her eyes to wander over Remus’s naked body.
"You remind me of Snape when you look like that."
"Oh, thanks a lot." Remus rolled his eyes. "That really makes me feel wanted."
"Doesn't it."
Laughing at Remus's raised eyebrow, Hermione continued, "anyway, good thing you're not my professor anymore or I couldn't have done this."
Once again, she kissed him.
For a moment, Remus wondered if he should tell her about Fred and George and their Extendable Ears. Then he shrugged and kissed her back. He was not about to let some audience ruin his night.
Still kissing, Remus pushed Hermione backwards in the direction of the bed. When they had reached it, Hermione held Remus tight and let herself fall onto the soft comforter. Remus, ever the gentleman, made sure he landed on his arms and not on Hermione. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheekbone. He allowed his tongue to wander around and over and in her ear, smiling when he felt Hermione squirming under him. Softly, he kissed her neck, her shoulders...
Hermione, insecure for a moment, looked up, searching Remus's eyes for something that would tell her he wasn't serious about this - about her - after all. She wasn't quite sure why she was looking for it but she didn't find it and that was good. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up so she could kiss him. In response, he put an arm around her waist and rolled over.
A bit nervous, Hermione kissed Remus's chest. She looked up at him, asking him what he wanted, and he answered with a soft plea. Hermione nodded, looking more confident than she felt. She had only done that once before and only for a short while.
Again, he seemed to be able to read her mind. "Don't worry, you don't have to if you don't want to."
"I do want to. I just..."
"I know. Don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll do great."
Hermione kissed his nipples and, encouraged by his moans, bit them tenderly. She kissed her way down to Remus's belly button and whirled around it slowly with her tongue before she plunged into it. Remus made a sharp hissing sound and arched his back. Hermione's tongue followed the trail of soft black hairs down to his groin and further down to the inner side of his leg. Remus's moans were getting louder.
"You're teasing me."
Hermione grinned but, recognising the plea in Remus's words, slowly worked her way back up. Finally, she pushed the tip of her tongue against the top of Remus's cock while at the same time, she grabbed his balls and moved them around in her hand. Then, she opened her mouth a bit and after wetting her lips she took the head in her mouth. Remus was very aroused by now and Hermione enjoyed the taste of his pre-cum.
"Gods..." Remus groaned. "And you were worrying about not doing it right?"
Instead of answering, Hermione opened her mouth further so Remus would fit in. She tried to take it all but found she couldn't. Running her tongue up his shaft, she pulled her head back again slowly, waiting until she was back at the head to suck hard. She was awarded with a loud moan. One of her hands was still playing with Remus’s balls, she used the other one to work on the part of Remus’s cock she couldn’t reach with her mouth. She tried not to cry out in pain when Remus gave her hair a tug; his hand had become tangled in it.
Once again, she took as much of Remus inside her mouth as she could. This time she started sucking the moment she pulled her head back. She felt Remus trembling. Taking his cock out of her mouth, she kissed the shaft, working her way down. She took one of Remus's balls in her mouth, stroking the tendon on the backside of the sack with her tongue.
"Stop," moaned Remus. "Stop that or it'll be all over way too soon."
Giggling shyly, Hermione pulled her head back to look at Remus. "Are you sure you don't want me to go on?"
"Not at all." He kissed her passionately, not minding the taste of his own pre-cum, a thing that, strangely, aroused Hermione.
The previous night, Hermione had learned how Remus liked it. Therefore, she was not surprised when he asked her to get down on all fours. She was still wearing her nightgown and she smiled when she heard Remus gasp. He had finally noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Naughty girl, you."
"Anything to please you, Professor," said Hermione on a girlish tone.
Remus tried to rid himself of the sudden images of Hermione in a Japanese school uniform. He couldn't even remember how he knew what those uniforms looked like, he was only aware of the fact that a tiny skirt like that on Hermione would probably make him explode in lust.
He shook his head. "Am I a freak for getting turned on by that?"
Hermione wanted to respond to that but as soon as she opened her mouth to form the words, she gasped. Remus's fingers were stroking her between her legs. They wandered over her labia, slowly and teasingly, until they found that one spot. She writhed with pleasure when his fingers explored her hot wetness.
Remus slowly whirled one wet finger around and over her clitoris until he heard her breath deepening. Then, he circled around her labia once more before he went looking for her entrance. When he found it, he slowly pushed one finger inside. A second finger followed. Within seconds, he had found her most sensitive spot. Hermione's breath caught.
"Remus. Remus. Oh, Gods."
He took his fingers out and guided his cock to her entrance. In one smooth movement, he entered her. He grabbed her hips to hold her still and slowly moved in and out. Arching her back, Hermione moaned.
"Yesss... Oh, Gods, Remus, this is good."
Remus's hands moved from her hips to her breasts. She was still wearing her nightgown and his hands were stroking her nipples over the cloth. Then, he took her breasts in his hands and squeezed them softly before wandering down to her waist. Leaning over her, he held her by her waist and thrust harder and faster.
Soon, Hermione felt the tenstion build up in her lower abdomen. She started to shudder, keening softly.
Remus felt she was close to the edge, doing his best to keep her going in that direction by keeping a steady rhythm. Within a minute, he felt Hermione's muscles begin to contract around him.
"Oh my... oh yes, oh Gods yes... Remus!"
Remus smiled. Nothing turned him on as much as the woman he loved screaming his name in ectasy. It brought him to the edge in no time. Thrusting harder and faster even, still holding on to Hermione's waist, her hips rocking in time with his thrusts, he took his own pleasure. With a loud moan, he came.
***
"I should probably go back to my own room. With all the noise we made, I'm surprised Molly didn't come to check on you."
Sated, they had moved to lie face to face on Percy’s bed, tired but content.
"Oh, I'm sure the twins would have stopped her if she'd tried," Remus grinned softly.
Hermione shot him a confused glance. "What d'you mean, the twins?"
Remus got out of bed and opened the door, just in time to see two Extendable Ears be pulled up from somewhere upstairs.
Hermione blinked. "You mean the twins have been eavesdropping on us the whole night and you knew?"
"Er. Yes," said Remus in a worried voice. Would Hermione be mad at him?
At first, she seemed to be, but soon, a naughy smile appeared on her face.
"You bad boy, you."
Before Remus knew what was happening, Hermione had pulled him back on the bed. Suffice it to say she wasn't going up to her own room any time soon.