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This chapter is based on "Little Red Riding Hood" by Charles Perrault (who was the first to really publish the story, not write it).
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Author's Note EDITED 8/20/15: I am currently going through all of the Grimmauld Fairy Tales slowly but surely and having them be beta'd. I think I'll just work my way though in order of publishing. So, there's some bits that have been taken out (nothing major) and a few bits added (small but evident stuff), and of course grammar and overall better choices. The newest beta'd version is up as of today!
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Hermione knew the moment the Burrow started filling with the smell of cooking food so early in the morning after breakfast that something was up. The dishes had been washed and put away not a half hour before, the household full of gingers gone to various jobs and activities that kept them busy until suppertime. She'd agreed to come over to help watch over Victoire and little Molly with the Weasley matriarch as she was on sabbatical from a private potions firm and in the middle of writing her book on advanced potions making. And in truth, with the way she'd stalled on material a few days before, Hermione felt like a few hours of children and ruckus would do her fried brain some good and hopefully a jump start.
Just before lunch time, as she was contemplating whether or not to make a sandwich or sneak out to Diagon Alley to avoid whatever shenanigans she could feel in the air, Hermione realized she'd waited too long to make her decision.
Both little girls were asleep in their spots in the living room, as if they'd dropped against their will, their eyes and bodies exhausted from pretending to be dragon fighters and princess Aurors. She had no idea when they'd fallen asleep, and Hermione pulled a face at her lack of attention. Constant vigilance had clearly fallen to the wayside. A shadow fell across little Molly as her grandmother stood over her, a small hamper in one hand and a red jumper in the other.
"Hermione, dear. Would it be too much to ask you to take this food over to Grimmauld? Remus is on his own this week and I don't think he can cook." Molly helped Hermione stand as she spoke, making her question moot.
Not that she would deny the motherly witch. She enjoyed visiting Remus and talking over tea and it had been some time since she'd last visited the old wizarding home hidden in London.
"Where's Sirius?" Hermione asked as she buttoned the red jumper and grabbed the basket of food. The entire exchange was kept to a whisper as to not wake the girls sprawled on the couch and floor. Victoire's leg twitched a moment before settling and both Molly and Hermione kept a watch for stirring or fake sleeping.
"Heaven only knows. I think he's gone off to do business with Hagrid over Muggle motorbikes or some such nonsense. As long as Arthur doesn't get involved, I don't much care." Molly sniffed, leading Hermione to the floo.
Before she grabbed a handful of powder, Hermione reached over to the small table kept by the fireplace and snatched up the half dozen vials with a milky blue potion in them. "Can't forget his Wolfsbane. Only finished brewing it this morning," Hermione explained, tucking it into the hamper with the other parcels. Molly waved her off and bid her well, saying she'd see her for dinner with the other Weasleys.
With a whispered "Grimmauld Place!," Hermione zoomed out of sight.
Molly waited a moment before letting out a breath and sitting back down to the cup of tea she'd poured just before she sent Hermione off. With a pop, Sirius Apparated behind the woman, who choked on her drink. Ignoring her muttering and letting her clean herself up with the flick of her wand, Sirius sat in the chair opposite her, levitating himself a mug from the sink and letting the teapot pour him a cuppa.
"Sirius, please try to warn me that you're coming by next time, the girls are napping!" Molly hissed, refilling her own cup. She blew on the liquid before taking a tentative second sip. When she was happy she wasn't going to burn her tongue, she took a longer sip before looking to the Black expectantly.
"Well?"
Sirius ignored Molly's question a moment while he perused the small assortment of pastries sitting in the middle of the large wooden dining table. Smirking as he finally heard her huff, he chose a large chocolate biscuit and gave her the news she wanted.
"He's there, mopey and absolutely ravenous. Though, it is close enough to the full moon he may eventually smell that I stopped by. And if he does, I'm absolutely putting it all on you!" Sirius smiled cheekily before taking a bite from his treat.
"As long as he and Hermione spend time together, all the better. Should he suspect foul play, well, we'll tell him it's because we love him." Absentmindedly, Molly dipped a ladyfinger in her tea and nibbled on the end. "It's what's good for the both of them."
"You don't sound confident."
Molly paused and looked at Sirius' blank face. She immediately read trouble. "What are you hiding from me, Sirius Black?"
/x\
Hermione felt the rush of air as she came out the other side at the Grimmauld Floo and stepped out, magicking the soot and ash from her clothes and the filled hamper.
"Remus?" Nothing.
Despite the complete overhaul that Harry and Sirius had done about a year after the war had ended, four years gone now, occasionally the old, ancestral home of the Blacks still groaned with whatever history and memories that were still imbued into the walls. It manifested as creaking woodwork and the occasional metal on metal scratching. At least it was bright and open with all the booby traps and dark furniture tossed. It was considered by everyone who visited to be a vast improvement.
"Remus? It's Hermione!" She started towards the kitchen and put her load on the counter, starting to unpack what Molly had sent with her, seeing if any of it needed additional heating or cooling charms to make them more enjoyable. "I brought lunch! Thought we could catch up!"
Still nothing, then, a moan.
Immediately, Hermione grabbed one of the vials of Wolfsbane and went to the stairs, cocking an ear up towards the bedrooms, listening intently. She heard it again, slightly muffled. Worried, she climbed the stairs, listening for the noises a third time. Outside what was now Remus' room, she hesitated as she put her hand on the doorknob. The last time she'd decided to walk into someone's room uninvited, she'd gotten an eyeful of Charlie and his method of "stress relief". It had been a shock, but she and the older Weasley had laughed about it afterwards.
Gently, she knocked on his door before cracking it open. "Remus, it's Hermione. Are you okay?"
Nothing, but then she heard shifting on the bedclothes and a quiet, "'Mione?"
"Can I come in? I have some fresh Wolfsbane for you..." Hermione heard him give a hushed yes and she walked in farther, eyes adjusting to the dim light of a single candle on his bedside table. "How many days until the full moon?"
Remus took a shaky breath. The promise of his potion was an obvious relief to her.
"Three. This one's going to be a bit rougher than usual I think." He swallowed the potion in one go, grimacing at the taste. He thanked her and sat up a bit more in bed, waving a hand that lit several more candles throughout the room. Hermione already noticed the difference in his skin since swallowing the potion. No longer paler than even the typical British pallor, it was steadily gaining a healthy flush. Well, healthy for a werewolf readying for the monthly transformation.
Hermione fidgeted with the slightly frayed ends of her red sweater, waiting for him to get comfortable. "Are the days before you change really this bad now?"
Remus made a so-so gesture, scrubbing his hands across his face to wake himself up. "It's not necessarily just the full moon anymore. But there's not much I can do about it." He sighed. Then sniffed.
Hermione started, thinking she saw something flash across his face, but faster than a blink, it was gone and the familiar face of her friend was all she saw. Face impassive, Remus continued to sniff. "What?" she asked, confused.
"Did you bring food?" Remus asked.
Hermione slapped her forehead. She had forgotten about the meals Molly had packed and her main reason for coming to visit.
"Yes! Molly sent me over with a hamper full. I'm not sure what she packed, but knowing her, it's several days worth." She gave a once over of the man in bed. "Do you want me to bring some up or are you feeling well enough to come down?"
Remus pondered a moment. "If you wouldn't mind. I'm not sure I can handle the trek down to the kitchen at the moment..." His face was full of guilt as his request tapered off.
"Of course! Let me see what she packed and I'll heat some of it up." Hermione stood from the edge of the bed, turning to the door, but felt a tug on her hand. Looking back, Remus had her left hand snug between both of his.
"Thank you," he said, voice full of gratitude and warmth. He gave her hand a squeeze before letting go so that she could get him that bite to eat.
Hermione blinked. She was frozen in place for a moment before she shared a smile with Remus and, hurrying out the door, set back down the stairs to see just what she'd been given and what she could prepare for her friend.
Fifteen minutes later, Hermione levitated a tray filled with a little of near everything Molly Weasley had sent along as well as a fresh pot of tea. She knocked on his door once more to announce her arrival and walked in, guiding the tray to rest on his bedside table. She prepared his tea the way she knew that he preferred: a ring of honey around the inner edge of the mug and nothing else. When she turned to the bed, she let out a gasp and the mug tumbled from her hands. The tea splashed across her shoes and mug rolled under the bed, forgotten.
"R-Remus, your eyes!"
The man blinked slowly and chuckled. "What about them?"
Hermione's hand twitched, torn between trying to keep it to herself and reaching out to stroke his face. His eyes had taken on a luminescent glow. Normally a shade of hazel, they were now a more yellow shade. "They're so large..."
"All the better to see you with, my dear." He gave her a smirk and nodded to the tray. "What did Molly send along, then?"
Blinking, Hermione broke free of the spell she'd fallen under staring into his eyes, and looked at the food. "A few miniature pies, some sandwiches, a small pot of soup, some crisps, and some chocolate cake. What sounds good to you?"
"Go on and pass a sandwich, love."
Hermione dished a half of a ham sandwich and some of the crisps and passed it to Remus, watching his hands as they brushed along her own fingers as he took the plate. "Your hands..."
"What about them?" Remus paused, food halfway to his mouth. His eyes watched Hermione's as they grazed over his hands. Her brow furrowed minutely before she licked her lips. He couldn't help but mimic the action.
"I never realized how big they were." She let out a breath and turned away quickly, face flushed as she chose to serve herself some soup. Her own smaller hands were shaking. Only his own wolfish eyes would have picked it up, he doubted she even knew.
He finished his own lunch more quickly than Hermione, who seemed to be sitting there silently, pondering something or another that was bouncing around in her head. He wondered if she was over analyzing it all. He smirked, then cleared his throat. That got her attention and she jumped, her spoon falling to the ground, joining Remus' abandoned mug. Her face was filled with such flustered confusion, Remus was left to give a laugh, deep from his belly at her expression. He saw her face flush deeper and he could smell the increase of blood to her face from her embarrassment.
But there it was, a small dab hidden in her perfume and the scent of the food in the room. It didn't fade, and if anything, as the blush stayed on her cheeks, so did the scent. Remus sobered himself to a chuckle but on the inside he was grinning madly.
"What is it, Hermione?" His wolfish grin was starting to show on his face.
She bit her lip, licked it. "Your mouth..."
"All the better to devour you with, my love."
Remus' hand shot from beside Hermione and gripped her neck, pulling her down to meet him halfway. He captured her lips in a heated kiss, his mouth desperately moving against hers. He was met with little resistance. Her first reaction had been to turn to stone, but with a single swipe of his tongue on her plump lips, she'd melted. However, before he could pull her into the bed, she pulled away from the kiss. Remus held back a growl of displeasure.
"It's just...the crumbs!" Hermione's eyes darted to where a sprinkle of Remus' leftover lunch had landed on the bed. He gave her an incredulous look, then watched as she quickly brushed them off his chest and the sheets.
Satisfied, she gave a small hum and smiled at Remus, climbing further onto the bed. Hermione gave him a small peck on the lips once, twice before he took back control of the situation, eagerly matching his kisses and bringing her body closer to his. He audibly growled, pleased at the direction this was heading. Burying his hands in her mass of curls, he nipped at her bottom lip and took advantage of her gasp to sneak in his tongue to slide against her own.
It was Hermione's turn to make noise, little mewls mixed with gasps as one of his hands stayed in her hair and the other navigated south to cup one of her breasts through the fabric of her red jumper. Frustrated with her position, she swung one of her legs over Remus to straddle him properly. She removed her mouth from his, not without effort, to start a trail of wet kisses down his neck and chest as she one by one, unbuttoned his night shirt. Leaving small nibbles near his collarbone, she swiped her tongue across his newly exposed nipple, hissing in pleasure as he pinched her own.
"Hermione," Remus growled. She looked up at him from her spot near his waist.
The minx was already leaving kisses and nips at the waistband of his shorts. Hermione licked her lips and smirked. The smirk was soon replaced by shock as she was tumbled onto her back and the front of her favorite red jumper and t-shirt ripped off, leaving her breasts exposed, only covered by the thin, lacy material of her bra. Above her, Remus copied her confident smirk as his free hand splayed across her stomach. His fingertips seemed to dance across her skin, intent on feeling every goose bump this touch put there. He lowered his mouth to take in one of her nipples through her bra, putting a little pressure on it between his teeth before sucking hard.
Hermione let out a groan, squirming on the bed. "Remussss."
The werewolf turned her on her stomach and put her arms above her head on the pillows, whispering for her to keep them still. Hermione shuddered as he slipped off the rest of her ruined top half, her skin exposed even more to the cold air and his hot touch. A labored breath left her lips as she felt his lips ghost over her neck and her shoulders. She let out a whimper as his tongue drew circles down her spine to the dip in her back. He released the catch on her bra, but didn't try to remove it. When Hermione attempted to shift to take it off completely, he gave a quiet growl and pinned her back to the position he wanted.
"Don't move just yet."
His hands drew a path of fire as he dragged them back down from her wrists to her shoulders again and she wanted to scream into the pillow. Remus shifted behind her so that he was now the one straddling her, and he resumed licking and kissing sections of her back. When he drew his body closer to hers, she could feel his now bare chest against her back, the hairs across his chest setting more of her nerves alight. He took to drawing his nose along her neck until he met her ear. He was gentle taking her lobe into his mouth, his teeth nibbling the delicate flesh.
When she shuddered in pleasure at the act, she felt a rumble in his whole body and he immediately drew his entire self flush against her, his erection making itself known against her arse. Both of them took hollow breaths, their bodies shuddered Her body seemed to respond on its own. Her hips bucked up, pushing her behind more firmly into his straining member. A desperate mewl escaped her lips.
As if a fire was lit under him, Remus nearly howled. He picked himself up off of her back and set to getting her jeans off of her as fast as he could. The snap and zipper were beyond repair the pants nearly split in two between the legs by time he ripped them off her long legs. Wasting no time, he ripped her knickers off as if they were paper and put two fingers into her aching pussy. He rubbed at the red spots that were left from the ruining of her knickers as he murmured for Hermione to lift her hips in the air, making sure she propped herself solidly on her knees. Meanwhile, his two fingers were working in and out of her now dripping center, her hips making short quick thrusts. Adding his thumb to her clit, he rumbled delightedly as she came undone, watching her scream into the pillow.
Wasting little time, he drew his shorts down, kicked them off and thrust himself inside her slick channel. Hermione screamed aloud this time, not bothering to try and cover it with the pillow. Her hands fisted into the pillowcase, her cheeks red. She immediately thrust her hips back to meet him, but let out a dejected moan when she felt him remove himself completely. Instead, he teased her nether lips with his tip, his hard member rubbed against her clit, making her shudder and groan in need.
"Please, Remus. P-please!" Hermione cried, swaying her hips, desperate to be filled again.
Remus ran his hands down her back, pleased to see more goose bumps, before gripping her hips and thrusting in half way, removing himself teasingly, and then, thrusting home to the hilt once more. They both let out loud groans of pleasure. Remus could feel Hermione's tight walls squeeze around him and he knew she was ready. Sneaking a hand under her to her partially covered breasts, he managed to find her nipple and give it a squeeze, drawing out the start of a series of pleased mewls from the woman's lips. He kept his pace slow and torturous, for the both of them. He'd wanted this for so long, he was willing to draw it out and make it last. And he wanted to see just how many times he could get the little witch to scream and moan his name.
"I have wanted this, Hermione," his hand slid across her skin, "for ever. I knew you were mine on the train. Mine."
"Mine in the library, buried under books."
"My own war goddess, defending her pack." His whispered words slid across her heated skin and he could feel her whole body react.
Hermione's back arched and he felt the telltale signs that an orgasm was approaching. He picked up the pace, leaning over her back once more. Stretching himself out, he grabbed her wrists, tangling his fingers with her own in the pillowcase, and left nips on her neck as she came again, "REMUS!". He continued to thrust into her, her walls so incredibly tight, he nearly had a hard time thrusting until she finished her orgasm. He continued anyway, determined to have to scream his name again and again.
His speed picked up and Hermione couldn't do much, collapsing onto the bed. Her hips met his the best they could, her legs liquefied and exhausted. Behind her, Remus ran his hands down her body and pressed her against his own, thrusting into her. His arm kept her from falling, locked under her breasts. Her hand wound its way up to his head, weaving into his sandy hair and tugging as she felt a third orgasm crash over her.
"Oh god, Remus!" He made her see stars.
With a real howl of delight, Remus came inside her, her walls milking him until they were both utterly spent and collapsed on each other in the covers.
/x\
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S MATED TO HER?"
"You know what I mean. It's why he's been such a sad sack." Sirius dodged a stunner from Molly, her two granddaughters laughing at their uncle Sirius dancing funny to avoid her spells. "He's been thinking she'll never accept him so he's depressed."
"You get over there this instant and check on them. NOW!" A jet of purple light shot out and hit Sirius in the bum.
"Yes, ma'am!"
The kids' peals of laughter rang in the kitchen as Molly collapsed into a seat.
/x\
"Hello, hello? Anyone home?" Sirius Apparated into his kitchen, noting the half unpacked luncheon Molly'd sent Hermione with.
A howl that ripped through the house startled the Animagus, making him jump.
"I'm...I'm just gonna check on him then go..." he muttered to himself.
Bounding up the stairs silently, he peeked through his friend's door, which was left half open. He saw the sated wolf-man kissing Hermione's back tenderly, both of them utterly naked, the room smelling of sex and love. Scraps of red were all over the floor.
Sirius couldn't leave fast enough. He knew not to mess with the big bad wolf.