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Tame or Wild?

"Arthur…" Giggles are heard as the girl repeats his name again. "Arthur… she'll come any minute!" She giggled a little more, footsteps heard in the distance. Arthur was hugging, kissing, and pressing her against the wall. "Well, she can wait for a moment. I'm not done with you yet." He smiled and kissed her lips a little further, letting his hands rest on her hips. She laughed softly once more. "Arthur, you can wait until later… please, I don't want you to get caught." She pushed him away a little, but a smile was still glued to her face. She gave him one last passionate kiss and moved around him, reaching for the doorknob to the small broom closet. He had nearly tackled her into this small room minutes ago and had nearly given her a heart attack.

Hermione opened the door, Molly coming towards her from the kitchen. Hermione placed her hand against Arthur's stomach to stop him from coming out and closed the door once she smiled and said, "Hello Molly. Anything wrong?" Hermione knew Arthur wouldn't come out now.

"Oh, good morning Hermione, dear. I'm looking for Arthur; you haven't seen him have you?" Molly gave Hermione a speculating look. Hermione let her face fall and shook her head. "No, I'm sorry Molly, I haven't seen him since lunch."

Molly nodded her head and looked around tearfully. "Well, if you see him, send him to me, will you dear?" Hermione nodded and Molly went off searching even more. She rolled her eyes with a sigh and reached into the closet, pulling Arthur out. "Your wife needs you… dear."

Arthur sighed like he was annoyed, but a smile was plastered onto his face. "She always needs me." Hermione smiled, leaning in to kiss him, but stopped about halfway. "Lucky bustard. Now we both have a reason to run off." A mischievous grin spread his face. "I'll make it up to you later then."

Hermione wanted to put on a show right there, but let him go. He leaned down and kissed her lightly before disappearing the way that Molly had went

Hermione heard a light knock at her door. She pretended to be asleep, smiling, acting like she hadn't heard a thing. She always played this game with Arthur whenever he would come to visit her at night after Molly had fallen asleep. She heard the door open, but she was more surprised by who was calling her name tonight. "Hermione? Are you awake?"

Hermione reached over and turned on bedside lamp to see Remus standing at her door in a white shirt and sleeping pants. She squinted; her eyes had become accustomed to the dark and the light made her eyes hurt. Remus winced a little, but came in, shutting the door behind him. Hermione sat up on her bed and asked, "Remus, what's wrong?"

Remus held his hand up as he walked over to her bed. She suddenly felt a little bit open in her pajama's: a low cut tank top and her pajama pant's that had strips of green, blue, purple, and orange all over hugging to her hips. Yet, she set her knees up and hugged them as the immense weight of Remus sat down on the bed, making it sag on his end. He looked at her and shook his head. "You know better."

She shook her head, tilting it a little bit and lifted an eyebrow. She knew what he meant but persisted, "What do you mean Remus?" She had been using his name for the past summer. Just because he was her ex- teacher, didn't mean she still called him Professor Lupin, but still, it was out of habit that she called him Remus, mostly.

He gave her a bored look, like he knew she was playing about with him. "You know exactly what I'm talking about Hermione. It's not right. He's married and above your age."

Cocking her head to one side, Hermione looked at Remus with a slight twinkle to the eye. "Are you saying that you wouldn't have this talk with me if I was older or if I was dating boys more my age?"

He raised an eyebrow and said, "Well… both, but it would still be wrong for a married person or man, such as Arthur, to be playing around with you."

"Okay then, fine. I'll stop 'frolicking' with Arthur."

Remus was shocked; he thought more persuasion was going to have to be used, she had agreed to him right away. "Y-y-you will?" his voice sounded like a mix of surprised confusion, with the added unbelieving tone.

"Yeah, but…" Hermione leapt forward, her arms wrapping about his neck as she straddled his lower half and kissed him eagerly, kissing him so that he couldn't say or practically do anything. Pressing his hands against her, she moaned into his lips and let go to say, "Ooo, Remus!"

Remus raised his eyebrows, but Hermione was kissing him again, wild like an animal. The stupid part was that in all this confusion, Remus actually kissed her back.

"Yes, Remus, YES!" To add onto the affect Hermione was growling in between the kissing and just like the wolf inside him, he growled back at her. Soon enough, Hermione had Remus so rowled up, that he actually grabbed her hands and penetrated her under him with a quick flip, the bed not even have moved some. Hermione couldn't help but laugh evilly, looking into the eye of a wild animal. She enjoyed it; this was something Arthur didn't have within him.

Remus bowed his head and kissed her collarbone temptingly. She moaned lightly, almost laughing. She smiled, biting her bottom lip seductively. Hermione gasped suddenly and arched her back, pushing her breasts further into Remus' face; he had bitten her nipple through the shirt and it was a surprise to her since she didn't feel him move his head any.

Remus let his hand travel up her side underneath the fitted tank top. His mind was on a control button where it did what his beast nature wanted; he had been tempted with and so he was going to take full advantage.

But he stopped.

About halfway up her shirt.

A noise. She was squirming beneath him, his hand relaxed and then stiffened again as the noise sounded again. Someone was coming to her room.

Leaning up towards her lips, he kissed her furiously and whispered, "When I disappear, turn off your light and pretend to be asleep."

Hermione nodded and was about to kiss back when he disappeared with a light puff. She instantly turned off her light and covered most of her body. The door opened and she heard Arthur come in. "Hermione."

She ignored his words and kept still on the blankets; she wasn't as cold as she had been a while ago and the warmth was comforting. Hermione felt a light hand rest on her head and lips kiss her head before he disappeared again out the door. She turned slowly underneath her blankets, her eyes blinking as she looked up at the ceiling of the room. She heard a light puff from underneath her bed and smiled as she closed her eyes again.

Breakfast was fun. Hermione enjoyed playing mouse with Arthur and now Remus, but sadly, her newest mouse had disappeared. Everyone was seated at the table (Molly included surprisingly) and Hermione's legs and feet couldn't stay away from Arthur. She kept playing with her his legs, letting her feet slide up under his panted leg and onto his thigh and she even angled her foot to caress his stirring erection. She smirked to herself and continued to play with his leg. It made her want to straddle his lap and play mouse even more. The sensitive kind was what he was and she wanted that to be broken.

Hermione offered to help with the dishes, but as normally, Molly politely rejected her offer and instead had Ginny help her. Hermione found herself in one of the many rooms that she had been assigned to clean for the day. The room was filthy and Hermione decided to take off her shirt, revealing her tank top underneath. She was thankful that it was the summertime and that shorts were in fashion, even for this most unusually cool day. Hermione was so caught up in herself that she never heard the stairs creaking as someone came closer to her.

Soon enough the door had shut behind her and a pair of arms curled around her. "You left me hanging last night."

Hermione exhaled out all emotion that made her think it was Remus. She could only hope her mouse found its way back home. Smiling, she dropped the birdcage she had been holding and found herself leaning back onto Arthur. His arms curled tighter around her waist, his lips meeting her neck, but she found herself wanting something much more wild, much more beastlike. Arthur was her sensuous lover; Remus was soon to become her undomesticated lover. She yearned for his love now and knew that Arthur would only question her new sense if she asked him to bit her neck. His lips massaged her neck all the same and she moaned lightly into air, one hand on his arms holding her to him, the other on his head, but she wanted that untamed beast.

"Not now," she uttered out, forcing a false moan.

"Don't fritter, I'll have you turned on in no time," he said, huskily breathing onto the back of her neck.

"Arthur, please. Later tonight?" She gripped the back of his head and tried to be gentle about making him loosen his lips on her. He obeyed and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Promise to stay awake this time?"

"Promise to the best of my ability." He sighed and let her go. "Later than."

She heard the door open and could feel that she had hurt him in some way. He was too damn gentle and she was slowly becoming more needy, faster. She needed to be bit at and jerked around. She knew where to find it, but where was he hiding?

Hermione decided to leave the room she was assigned to and find another path of beaten kill. She tried some rooms on her way up to the attic and fell upon the room that was his. She smiled at her find and walked in, leaving the door open a crack, enough to hear if someone was coming. It was the fourth floor and it was mostly reserved for other people, but she still couldn't be aware, just in case someone decided to venture into his room for some reason or another.

She looked around his room. It was very blank, nothing but the bed, a vanity and some of his clothes scattered around. Hermione still smiled at her find and found his brush. It looked old and ancient looking and engraved on the handle, just barely was E.J.L. Hermione could only think it was possibly his mother's.

She moved onto a box and opened it. A song started to play with two dancer's spinning. Hermione smiled and noticed that only four things lay in this box: a quill and ink jar, another golden quill, close to peacock feather, but Hermione thought it was possibly a phoenix feather and then lastly, a locket. Opening it, she found a picture of a women, beautiful, smiling and then initials E.J.L again on the inside lid. Hermione again ventured a guess that it was Remus' mother: the chin and claming, relaxed eyes, sad but happy looked at her. Too much like Remus.

Hermione placed the locket back in place, noting that oddly, it was sliver and not dusty. She closed the lid, the music stopping and turned around, heading back out towards the door. Opening to it's fullest; Hermione was surprised to see Remus leaning against the doorframe, dressed in muggle clothing. Her eyes went wide as she took in what she saw: a pair of worn blue jeans, brown work shoes, and a sweater, sleeves rolled up. She was surprised she hadn't heard him – the shoes looked so heavy.

"Lost?" Remus asked, his eyes staring at the floor. His voice was surprisingly calm and liquid, deep - husky.

Hermione shook her head and said, "No, not really. You weren't at breakfast this morning."

"You didn't seem to take my warning well," Remus stated, his gaze shifting, studying what she was wearing and then finally meeting Hermione's eyes. The beast. The untamed, undomesticated, wild, charming, dangerous beast; was it really that close to the moon?"

"I still missed you."

"Yet your feet and mind seemed to be taking a full grip somewhere else." His eyes were icy and she realized he was angry, but controlling himself. He growled lightly and she tried not to smile. She wasn't ashamed at what she had done, but she wasn't happy with herself.

"I was looking for you."

"And amazingly, you ended up in my room." She hadn't noticed how agile he was and smoothly his feet moved. The door closed lightly and Hermione heard feet shuffle past the door. Moving forward carefully, Hermione tried to grasp what she had wanted and she received. Kissing him as silently as possible, Hermione placed her hands on either side of his face and she felt his arms give way around her. His hands wrapped around her butt and she jumped into his arms, straddling her legs around his waist. While the kiss was broken, Hermione's face turned mischievous and let her thumb and index finger close together, letting her fingers fall over his lips. His hair slumped away from his eye and she replaced it again around his ear. Lips, soft, full, plump…

She kissed his lips gently, testing him and he nibbled her bottom lip a little too hard and her breath intake was sharper than normal. He tightened his grip on her and moved to the chair by the vanity. Sitting, he gripped her ass and with the rough touch, Hermione bucked her hips into his and that got her a reaction. Keeping with the straddle, Hermione placed her hands on the back of the chair and leaned back, Remus' lips falling from her lips, growling lightly. Beads of sweat were forming in her hairline and she again bucked her hips into Remus'. He nipped at her collarbone growling louder. "Let him be open… let the animal come oooouuuutttt!"

Remus had found a sweet spot on her and was biting it, leaving a mark, a bruise that would show up later. She couldn't afford that. "Gentle."

"I thought you wanted the beast out," he testily growled. She knew he was playing with her.

And she was going to play back.

"Fine." She pulled out her wand, making him invisible to her for a couple of seconds.

She slammed her wand on his vanity and music emerged from nowhere. He stopped licking her bite and looked up at Hermione. She loosened his hands from her back and got up. The techno pulsed and she pulled him up from the chair and wrapped her arms around his neck, swaying to the music. His eyes were testy, amused, but he wasn't going to be as distracted as she was trying to make him. She placed her hand on her head, moving her body, letting her hand slip down her neck, around her body, under the hem of her shirt, her body still moving and took her shirt off. She flicked her eyes onto Remus and moved his body with her. Moving her body, her hands on his waist, making him move, having no choice.

The music pulsed through him and it was distracting everything, but the wolf. Hermione spun around, grinding into his hips, making the wolf land his hands on her hips. She moved faster as the music sped up, Remus moving with her. She turned around to face him, her cool hands moving up under his shirt, dragging her fingers up his chest, taking his shirt with it. She pulled the shirt over his head and the dancing became slightly more rough, his lips moving over Hermione's face, his hot breath making her sweat more. His body felt warmer than hers, making her chilled body heat up with the music.

Suddenly, Remus' fingers were entangled in her hair, pulling her head back sharply, his lips hotly, frantically moving across her skin. She pulled at his pants, moving him back into the chair. The song changed, but it was still upbeat and techno, adding more to the mood.

He fought against her, moving her towards the bed. In the end, Remus won and they were on the bed.

"So how did you do that again last night?" Remus asked playfully. Hermione smiled as she kissed his lips, moving down his torso, sliding off of him. Remus propped himself on his elbows, watching. Hermione lifted her hair up away from her sticky back. Hermione slid her pants off, her hair meeting her sweaty back again. For his benefit, Hermione let him see her gray female boxer's. Shrugging shyly, a wicked smile played out on her face, she walked towards Remus and straddled him. He was still propped on his elbows and Hermione wondered.

"Don't you ever feel pain?" Remus pointed to his scar on his left shoulder and Hermione let her fingers loll over it. It was cold, not warm like the rest of his body.

"The feeling of pain doesn't bother me like it does you; I heal too quickly. Remember, Miss Smarty Pants, I'm a werewolf." His face showed obvious signs of naughty thoughts. Smiling, she kissed him, leaning into him so he had to lean back, his arms wrapping around, resting lightly on her back.

"Do you want to feel pain?" Hermione flickered her eyes to look at him and Remus smiled.

"Try me."

Taking the challenge head on, she brushed her fingers over his eyelids, closing his eyes, and started at his neck, biting hard. She could feel his heart give a short burst of adrenaline, but his breathing didn't alter. Moving lower, she bit harder. His breath hitched as more adrenaline was released. Moving even lower, she made her bites harder until she was drawing blood. Last but not least, she started to suck on his skin. Remus huskily asked her, "What on earth are you doing?"

"Making my mark since the bites did nothing but alter your oxygen intake." She could tell he was amused as she moved her lips to his chest, sucking more skin into her mouth yet. Remus lay still as she continued her work, her breasts rubbing against his skin.

She made two marks on his neck and wanted to make a third but Remus stopped her. "I'm already embarrassed," he said.

"And no turtle necks. That's tacky and cheating," Hermione stated happily. The music had long since stopped.

"Fine, then I get to make my mark."

And before Hermione could ask, Remus already had her boxer's off and was getting deeper than Hermione could have intended; her collarbone still ached from his biting.

He stabled her on the vanity; Hermione hadn't even noticed the swift change of setting. Her ass was now planted firmly on the hard wood, her hips equal to Remus' now. He drove into her surprisingly and she tired to move up, arch her back, but Remus had a hold of her hair, so it was difficult for her to move without a tingle at the base of her hair. Moaning as he drove harder and harder into her, hammering with a power and speed not thought to be imaginable to her. Hermione tried to shift, but Remus had positioned her so that she couldn't move at all. He had her literally nailed to spot and the more he hammered into her, the louder she moaned. Soon she was screaming, teeth clenched, Remus' hot breath on her breasts. Hermione could feel his nails digging into her back, her hair clamped in his hand. It was overwhelming and she orgasmed one more time before he came with her. Panting hard, he slowed down until he was thrumming lightly. Hermione was shuddering, unable to move. She pulled Remus' head onto her chest, her breath shuddering as she tried to control her oxygen intake. Remus was shuddering so hard that he was making the desk move like an earthquake and Hermione was almost afraid he was going to transform on her. But Remus allowed his soaked head rest on her chest. Hermione ran her hands through his wet hair and down his now cold back.

"Why is it… that you can… make me… so worn… but I can only…. leave you with…. hickies?" Hermione tried to talk straight and she wanted to move, but was too worn. She could tell Remus was just as tired as he tried to pick himself up. He struggled and placed a limp, but powerful kiss on her lips.

"I'm a werewolf." He smiled impishly and Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, then wolf boy, do you have enough strength to carry us both into your bed?" Hermione teased him and he struggled at first, but then gave way and got up, pulling his own boxer's up and then reaching for her gray women's boxers which were somewhere on the bed. He wobbled as he grabbed his orange shirt and went back over to her naked form on the vanity table. He slipped the shirt over her head and tried to make her boxer's go up. It was easy until she had to stand to get it up the rest of the way. Her ass hurt and she was going to blame Remus if he caused any permanent damages.

Her vagina hurt so badly; had he been ramming into her for ten years or just over five minutes? "Help me?"

He picked her up and carried her to the bed, placing her down. " I want to take a shower."

"And risk the wolf?"

Hermione looked up at Remus' face and noticed he didn't look as pulled together; evidently the wolf had left him when it was satisfied.

"Has the wolf been with you since last night's events?"

Remus nodded and added, "Haven't slept a wink. I figured I could ignore you, but he kept reminding me that I had to eat, take a shower and change sometime soon. It was just your luck that you were in here when I decided to come down from the attic."

"At least I know where to find you next time."

Remus laughed and rubbed his nose into her neck. "No showering. Wait until night."

Hermione technically had no choice. She was too tired to think about anything else and she wanted to hug Remus tighter, letting her promise to Arthur slip.

A/N: We all love it when people comment our stories, so I'll make a deal with you: If you reveiw, I promise to reveiw you. I do reveiw people anyways, not really expecting them to read anything I do, but you know criticism or just a "Wow! That was goood!" can make your day. So... could you please review? -innocent smile inserted here-