2
Playing With Remus

Hermione awoke, startled by the shrieking coming from outside her door and down the hall a ways, but itsounded like a girl found a rat or something. She steadily got out of bed, the pain in her ankle gone. She stepped on it testily; the shrieking making her head pound, but her ankle only ached lightly. Maybe Pomfrey was called in, Hermione thought, a smile cracking on her face as she thought of Hogwarts and her hearted ached. She was only in for Christmas break and she wanted to go back to school badly now.

She reached the door and yanked it open, looking out into the hallway. Hermione suddenly realized she was in the Black manor. An eyebrow rose as she heard three voices shouting at the shrieker; Remus, Arthur, and Kingsley.

Hermione slung a robe over her shoulders and laughed, tying it in place as she moved down to the room of which were the shrieking was taking place: Mrs. Black had somehow been interrupted and her curtains were open widely, her big fist slamming the table in her portrait.

"You big foons! Mud-blood filth! Imposters! Betrayal! Impersonators! Black family killers! You killed my son! You killed my family! You and your trashy ways, you bloody werewolf! I will have nothing of such foolishness in my house but the follower's of Deatheaters! Get out! GET OUT! AHHHHHRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"

Remus, Arthur, and Kingsley all looked at one another before Arthur shouted, "You think the calming charm would work?"

Remus shook his head while flinching at the sudden screaming. "No, it will just make her worse."

"What about the decapitation charm?" Kingsley asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Remus and Arthur exchanged looks before Remus asked, "Is there really such a thing?"

Kingsley shook his head with a smile, "No, but we can always try, can't we?"

Arthur and Remus laughed at Kingsley joke before Hermione made her way up to the portrait and pulled back the curtains, the screaming and insulting quieting quiet quickly. "Or, your could just draw the curtains back."

At Hermione's sudden appearance, all three men had a look of surprise on their face, though only Hermione knew the meaning of each surprised look. She gave them a wary smile before making her way towards the kitchen, pulling her robe closer together.

The door swung open and closed behind her as she headed towards the fridge where she hoped there would be some bread and butter. Putting the tea on, Hermione wondered why Molly wasn't there dolling her up like a little baby. She shrugged the thought away as she fixed warmed up the bread and got the butter ready. Hearing the door open up, she instinctively turned around, a smile spreading her face as she saw Remus walk in and sit at the table, looking at the newspaper on the table. He smiled back and Hermione offered him some tea.

"Yes please, if it isn't too much of a hassle." Remus opened the paper and read some headlines, but nothing caught his eye as he flipped through the pages, watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Looking up at her fully, Remus saw her hands were shaking. Quietly, he got up and placed a hand over hers to the shaking. "Hermione, are you okay?"

She smiled and laughed, nodding her head in a fast manner. "I'm fine Professor Lupin, really I am. I was just thinking about the whereabouts of Mrs. Weasley, that's all."

Remus smiled back at her and corrected her, "Remus if you wouldn't mind. I don't teach anymore Hermione. Plus, it make's me feel older than I am when you call me Professor. I may have grays and clothes that reek 'Last centaury', but one thing that should stay clear, is that you, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Fred, George and anyone else I have taught or worked with should only call me Remus. And Molly is at your house helping you mum pack some of your clothes."

Hermione was smiling, blushing and laughing up until the point when he told her where Molly was. Raising her eyebrows, she asked him in a worried tone, "Why?"

Remus suddenly remembered his hand was on hers, the tea was boiling and the toast was getting cold. He took his hand away shakily and turned off the stove while Hermione buttered her toast, eyeing Remus warily. "Professor Lupin, why is Mrs. Weasley helping my mum pack my clothes?"

Remus felt his face get warm as Hermione just stared at him with questioning eyes. Everyone always left Remus to take care of the dirty work. It pissed him off most of the time, but he could never say no, it was nearly impossible for him to say no.

Hermione was about to repeat the question when Remus cut in and answered, " Your coming with me until after your first full moon. Arthur brought it up, telling your parent's it would be better if you stayed with someone that could help you through your month. Your father disagreed, but your mother persuaded him."

Remus disregarded the fact that the phrase, 'helping you through your first month', sounded down right perverted and nasty. Hermione did the same as she set out two cups, placing a tea bag in each.

Nodding her head slowly, Hermione looked up at Remus a panicked look on her face. "Won't it interfere with school though? Missing a month of school is pretty suspicious, you think?"

Remus ignored the fact that she now wanted to go to Hogwarts. He nodded his and explained, "I'll tutor you in all the subjects. I have the planned homework in every subject for the whole month so that when you leave and go back to Hogwarts, you won't miss anything." He smiled down at her and she smiled back, handing him his hot tea.

Hermione placed all of her bags down in the room Remus gave to her. It looked similar to the room at her house, though this room was smaller and they were in a secluded cabin, not a house.

She inspected the room and swore she saw a rat run by on the floor. "Are you sure that it is… safe?"

Remus laughed, knowing what she meant. "it may not look like much, but once we put some alpha life in here, all the… pets will go away and the place will look nicer."

Hermione shook her head disapprovingly. "I wouldn't trust the pets in the meantime though." She poked the bed and heard something rattle and looked at it in a wary way saying, "Nor the beds."

Remus laughed while walking into the kitchen. "Do you want to go and get take out? Chinese alright?"

She hadn't had Chinese in a while and it made her mouth water at the thought of Lou mien. "Yes, please."

Laughing, Hermione took the Lou mien noodle off of Remus' nose and placed it in his open mouth. Rice was in her hair from the small food fight that took place only moments ago. They both couldn't stop laughing, not even when Remus tried to shush her up. They only laughed harder, like brandy was their best friend.

Settling down a little, Hermione looked at the food that now scattered the table and sighed, saying, "I'm sure this tastes a hell of lot more better than what that Wolfsbane does."

Remus shook his head, a smile placed on his face as he told her the bad news. "You can't have Wolfsbane the first month Hermione."

Her laughing stopped entirely and she just looked at him in a state of confusion. "Why not, Unky Remus?"

Both of their laughter started back up again, hers light, but musky, his deep, but misty.

Shaking his head, he stopped laughing to settle into an almost serious tone. " Kind of like a female dog needs to wait until she goes into heat once before se can get fixed. They need to get used to the transition."

They continued to laugh, hushing down to drunken giggles before Hermione looked at Remus with curiosity. She was trying to out how he knew that when she started to laugh again. He threw some race at her and before saying, "Hush you or I'll tickle you to stop."

Hermione instantly stood up and ran from the dining room, running into Remus' room, with him following her closely. Her laughing wouldn't stop, even when she covered her mouth and her eyes only twinkled and her body was moving. An impish look crossed Remus' eyes as he said, "You're still laughing. Covering your mouth with your hand is cheating."

Remus wiggled fingers before poking her sides, stomach and tried to get his fingers under her armpits but failed and instead, he found the spot beneath her knees was her most ticklish spot. Hermione got her fingers in his side, growling playfully at Remus' and biting his with her canines. Remus poked her side, making her squirm underneath him and he bit the tip of her nose. Hermione clamped her nose and playfully said, "Ow! Bad boy, bad!"

Remus laughed at her silliness and even Hermione had a good laugh at herself. She had never been this playful before. She tried to bite his nose, but he jerked back and she unsuccessfully growled at him. She pounced at Remus, like playing with pray and soon they were tumbling across the dirty floor of the cabin. They ended the game of cat-n-mouse with Remus on the ground with Hermione straddling his lower half and their faces mere inches away.

Laughing hard, they smiled until Hermione felt Remus' hand on her thigh and Remus was tempted to lick her lips. Instead, Hermione bit his nose proudly and growled. "Admit it, I'm better than you."

Growling back, Remus' hand on her thigh tightened as he rolled her over onto her back, grasping her hands and placing them above her head. His voice was husky suddenly as he said,"No, you admit I'm better than you."

If anyone was to walk in at that precise moment, I'm sure that someone would've tsked Remus for placing Hermione and himself in such a position, but they didn't notice as Hermione squirmed, causing her hips to rub against him, her seductive growl turning him on. His hair hanged loosely in front of her face, but before long, Remus was standing up and Hermione was following closely.

Blushing, Hermione left his room and went to the abandoned food, picking it up and packing it away into the clean fridge. Remus was nowhere to be seen, but she heard the water running in the bathroom. Shrugging, Hermione left to her room, picking rice out of her bushy hair.