I woke up feeling like shit. I felt nauseous and had a pounding headache. The sun was too bright and my new werewolf senses told me that there were too many people in the house for it to be quite like I so desperatly wanted it to be. I opened my eyes slightly taking in my surroundings. I wasn't in my room, but one similar to it, with books covering every surface and clothes strune across the floor hapahzardly. At least I was still at Grimmauld place. I lay on my side for a moment and tried to get my bearings. My memory was hazy.
I remembered going to the party, and drinking. There was lots of drinking, but after that I can't really remember anything at all. I hoped I didn't do anything too embarrassing. I froze as I felt an arm wrap around my body and pull my back flush up against their chest. They were so warm. A blush crept over my face as I realised I could feel their morning erection pressing into my ass. I hoped it wasn't Ron. I had regretted kissing him in the chamber of secrets at the final battle. It had felt wrong, like kissing my brother, but now, he wouldn't leave me alone.
He insisted that I was the one for him and he wanted to marry me and have children but I was repulsed by the thought of it. I didn't want marriage or children right now, and definintely not with him. He was my best friend and that was it. He just didn't seem to understand that I wasn't interested. I looked down at the hand that was holding me tightly and released a breath of relief when I saw that his hands were big and calloused. Ron's were smaller than you would expect and smooth. This wasn't Ron. For a moment I let the relief flood through me until a thought came to me. IF this isn't Ron, then who is it? I tried to remember what had happened last night but it was completely useless.
II knew I had had sex with this man, I could feel the ache that accompanied a good hard shag and the lack of clothing gave it away somewhat. I just had no clue who it was. I froze when he shifted slightly behind me, burying his face in my neck and hair, nuzzling me. I felt a heat stir inside of me that I tried to repress as I felt his lips trail lightly over a tender spot. I closed me eyes, unable to help myself as I enjoyed his minstrations. I jumped in surprise as he bit down on my skin hard enough to leave a mark. I heard him chuckle as I tried to pull away from him, eager to leave and forget this had even happened.
But he wouldn't let me up. He held onto me tighter, pulling me in closer. I could feel him growing harder as my ass was pressed tighter into him and I felt a sudden spark of fear run through my body. I struggled harder, and the man let me go. In my haste to get away from him I ended up tangled in the sheet that was covering us and fell to the floor in a heep. I could hear a deep laugh as I tried to disentangle myself from the sheet and then there were extra hands, helping me from the floor and holding me steady as I swayed slightly on my feet. I looked into the eyes of the man and saw bright amber eyes, looking at me intensly. I scaned their face and cursed loudly.
"Fuck." I said, and Remus gave me an amused look.
"You don't remember anything do you?" He asked, his voice deep and rumbling as he lead me back over to the bed and sat me down. He crouched down in front of me and placed his hands on my thighs to steady himself as he looked up into my eyes. I felt like I was going to hyperventilate. I had slept with Remus Lupin, my former professor and mentor. My fellow werewolf and best friend to Sirius black who happened to be my best friends godfather.
He was twenty years older than me, for god's sake, and lets not forget the fact that he had enjoyed many a woman whilst I had been living in Grimmauld place with him, Sirius and Harry the last five months after the war. I just- I couldn't- I can't- Oh sweet merlin what have I done. I buried my face in my hands as I tried and failed to accept what had happened. I couldn't even remember it for heaven's sake. What was I going to do? I felt hands cirle my wrists and pull them from my face. I closed my eyes, not wanting to face him again.
"Hermione, look at me." He said and I was stupid enough to refuse.
He grabbed my chin roughly in my hands and forced me to look at him. I did. I couldn't help it. His presence was comanding and he was using his teacher voice. I couldn't help but do what ever he said. Maybe it had something to do with being werewolves, considering he was older and stronger than me in that respect, it was natural for me to do what ever he said.
"You have nothing to be a shamed or embarrassed about. We are consenting adults who got a little drunk. There's no harm done. Do you understand?" He said and I could only nod as I felt tears build up in my eyes.
I looked into his handsome face, covered in three long scars and he smiled at he slightly.
"There's no need to cry love." He said as he reached up and wiped away the tears that had poured down my cheeks. I couldn't help but lean into his hand as it touched my skin. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so comforting and warm.
"I just- I don't- I've only-" I stuttered and his eyes widened in understanding.
"You weren't a virgin were you?" he asked nervously. I shook my head and I could see the relief in his face.
"I- once-Victor-summer before sixth year." He bit his lip and cocked his head to the side as he looked at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking and felt somewhat unnerved by the way he was studying me.
"I could give you a potion that would help you remember if you'd like?" He asked.
"I-that's okay-I don't need..." I said my cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red that made him smile slightly. He caressed my cheek lightly and leaned up so that our faces were so close together that our lips where practically touching.
"Are you sure?" He asked and I took a shaky breath. I was suddenly acutely aware that we were both completely naked and I could smell his arousal in the air. I could smell the scent of our activities last night now that I was paying attention to it and it made me dizzy with desire. I could feel myself getting wet and felt Remus smirk as he smelt it too. He took advantage of my weakened state and leaned forward, as if to press his lips upon mine. At the last second, I snapped out of my desire hazed trance and moved my head to the side, so that he caught my cheek instead of my lips. At the touch of his soft lips against my skin I had a flash of memory resurface from last night.
We were breathing hard and fast, as we stumbled through the door of his room. He closed it behind us and then grabbed me throwing me hard against the wall, taking my arms and trapping them above my head as he pressed a hot open mouthed kiss to my cheek. He dragged his lips over my skin, causing me to growl at him. He laughed.
His chuckle pulled me from the memory as he stood up and moved away from my obviously blushing form. I couldn't look at him, didn't want to face him.
"Come on Hermione, it's not like I forced you into it. IF I remember correctly you were demanding that I take you against the wall. We had sex. If you don't want to remember it, then I won't bring it up again. But I want you to know that I don't regret it at all. YOu're a beautiful, intelligent woman and you can do what ever the fuck you want. You need to have more confidence in yourself."
I only nodded, not really taking in what he was left for his bathroom and then the sound of running water filled my ears. I focused on figuring out how to leave without offending him. I looked around the room for my clothes but didn't find any that resembled clothing. Their were shreds of fabric scattered around, the remnents of the dress I wore last night but that was it. My blush deepened as I remembered how it had gotten that way.
Remus was kissing my neck, as he ground his hips into mine. His hands were on my arse as I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting to be closer to him, needing to be closer. I could feel my core become moist as he bit down playfully on my skin, leaving a bruise behind in his wake. I growled once again at his minstrations, wanting more but he was going slowly, teasing me.
"I don't like this dress." He whispered huskily in my ear, as he traced my ear lobe with his lips. Before I could protest, his hands were ripping it off of my skin, not caring that the fabric tore. He threw the scraps over his shoulder carelessly as he eyed my newly exposed flesh. I could see wolfish hunger in his eyes and it only spurred me on.
I whimpered at the memory, not believeing that I could have behaved so wontonly. I his shirt sitting next to the door and hopped up and grabbed it, pulling it on and buttoning it up so that at least I was partially covered. I lingered for a few mintues before deciding that I would leave. Before I could Remus came back into the room, smelling fresh and clean and naked as the day he was born. He really wasn't at all shy was he? He had changed significantly after the second war, accepting himself and that meant he became more confident. It also meant he was a lot more like Sirius.
It came with being a marauder they said. He was still his book loving studious self, but with more of a playful, cheeky side that made him seem younger and carefree. I imagined that this was what he was like at school. But I couldn't help but appreciate the man that he was now. Especially when he was completely naked in front of me. My eyes trailed over his form greedily before I could stop my self. My eyes flashed a deep gold as I took in his broad shoulders, hard muscle and scars. He looked ruggidly handsome and I had another flash back at that moment.
I was sitting on the edge of his bed, watching him as he divulged himself of the final piece of fabric that came between us. He slowly trailed his underwear down his legs, highly aware he was being watched and by the smirk on his face, he enjoyed the audience. I bit my lip in anticipation and was not disapointed as I saw his hard length for the first time. He was certainly big. Thick and long, ready to enter me and fill me up. When he saw the look on my face he growled, kicking his disgarded clothing aside and pouncing on me. He worked fast, parting my thighs and aligning himself and then brutally plowed inside of me, before I even knew he was on me. I cried out in pleasure as he kissed me hard on the lips, loving the feel of being full, loving the feeling of him touching me everywhere.
"Like what you see?" He asked, humour evident in his teasing tone. I snapped my head up from his groin area and looked into his smug face, cursing the day he was born, somewhat half heartedly. He had his towel draped around his shoulders and was still drying his hair as he studied me. I could see that he was curious about what I was thinking and honestly so was I. I couldn't believe that I had been drunk enough to loose my sense of propriety like this and the fact that he didn't think it was wrong was certainly not helping.
I wanted to run away and lock myself in my room and never come out again. I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment and humiliation. He walked towards me, reaching out to caress my face lightly and I flinched away from his touch. I couldn't do this, pretend that eveything was fine when I felt like shit about te whole thing. I turned and rushed to the door trying to open the blasted thing before he stoped me. But I wasn't fast enough. I hadn't yet mastered my werewolf enhancements like Remus had. I had no chance of getting away from him if he didn't want me to, and apparently he didn't.
He slammed the door shu above me just as I got it open and I cowered under him.
"Talk to me Hermione. I don't see why you're acting like this." He said as he pressed his body up against my back slightly effectively trapping me between him and the door. Tears sprung up in my eyes and I fought to hold them back, I didn't want him to see me like this.
"Let me go. Please." I begged and he must have noticed the croak of my voice and the shaking of my shoulders. he wasn't a complete bastard after all.
He moved away so that I was free of him and I pulled the door open, running back to my room. BY the time I got back to my room I was flustered and breathless, not that I hadn't been before but I was more so now. In my haste, I knocked into my dresser and something fell to the floor with a crack. It broke into pieces and I cursed my clumsiness as I leant down to pick it u, realising too late what it was that I had in my hands. Their was a brigth flash of golden light and then I was falling.