Authors note: Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at writing Harry Potter fanfiction. I have written a few other fic's in various sections (See my profile), but have lurked the stories on this section for a few years now. This is my first chapter, please read and review and let me know if you want to see chapter 2 and possibly beyond. The idea for this story simply came to me, and I have been flying by the seat of my pants ever since. Remus and Tonks is my favourite pairing. Though lately I have been reading alot of Snape and Hermoine. But, regardless, and I am posting this in honour of my favorite couple. Ps: This is set in between book 6 and 7. I have'nt read the 7th book, and as such I am not refering to it. But if so help me god, one of you mentions something about the 7th book in a review I will be forced to use a 'Unforgivable' on you! WINK!
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Rating: This is rated M for a reason people. (Swearing, Sex-scences) As such, prepare for lovely werewolf and metamorph lovin' time! Ha. NO, This is not a Porn with not plot. I am trying to give as much plot as possible before I get to the good stuff! Hehe!
When the Moon Falls to Pieces
She didn't even look in the mirror, she didn't even change her clothes, she stalked to the fireplace, she hair changing to a fiery red, curling wildly around her shoulders, she face elegant but pale, red rage tingeing her cheeks. She threw floo-powder into the flames, arms stiff at her sides until the flames turned a brilliant green. Stepping inside she yelled: "Remus Lupin's!" and disappeared.
For the first time she could remember she did not stumbled or fall from the fireplace, anger and passion seemed to have replaced her clumsiness. Striding out from the fireplace she looked as fierce and as lovely as an avenging angel. Her arrival startling Remus from his chair by the kitchen table, sending the poor man's tea flying, and his hand grasping for his wand until he saw who it was.
She didn't pause, moving towards him with purpose, his words dieing on his lips as she came forward. His eyes lingered as they took in her form, lingering across her neck, eyes following the pale expanse of her porcelain skin. Traveling down the tank top, and on to the hip-hugging pants. It was a hungry look, a passionate look.
He rose to his feet, his shabby pants thread-bare at the knees, and through her passionate anger she observed that this was the first time she had seen him without robes, a plain brown t-shirt and old dress pants were all he wore.
She closed the gap and brought her hand across his face with a stingingly strong slap. "How dare you." She hissed, eyes squinting in anger. "How DARE you." She repeated, getting into his face, not letting him have any space from her verbal and physical assault as he stumbled back from her, hand to his cheek, his mouth shaped in a "o" of surprise.
"'Dora! I-" He began, holding his hands up to calm her. But Tonks would have none of it. "Oblivate me! US! Unthinking, hypocritical BULLSHIT!" She raged, her wand once more vibrating in her palm, hot against her skin. "I cannot even fathom-. I cannot believe it!" She continued on, her words cut off and jerky. She turned away from him then, holding her arms to her, chest heaving, tears trailing down her face, unshed tears blurring her vision. But suddenly she didn't care if he saw her weakness, if he saw her tears. Determinedly she faced him again. The man stood there, for once the studious professor was wordless, she could almost hear the gulp of his nervous breath in the empty silence.
'This is it.' Tonks thought as she gazed at his face, recognizing the youthfulness behind the closed in man, behind the repression, behind all the hurt, and pain, that other man still lived. This is the moment to fly or to fall, to succeed or fail. This was the last time they would do this. The last time they would have this argument. Her last try, and his last chance.
She closed her eyes and whispered a quiet prayer, "God...Merlin...Dumbledore? Give me the strength to make him see. To see my heart. It has been his for so long. Please..Please make him see. Make him see my love, let him see his own worth. " The seconds tickled by, permeated only by the crackling pop of the fire settling.
She heard the rustle of clothing and her eyes fluttered open as his arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into a warm and comforting embrace, not one of friendship..no. It was an all encompassing gesture. Full body and full heartedly holding her.
Tonks had to fight not to just give in to her wants and melt into his embrace. But she couldn't, and she wiggled free, momentarily delighting in the warmth of his body and the feel of his touch. Breathing hard, she turned in her arms, the anger draining from her, but the determination remaining. Her hair, unbeknown to her, lightened slightly, the vibrant shade of angry red dimming to a warmer red.
"Remus..I-" But this time it was he who shushed her. Bringing her back into his embrace, and holding her body flush to his. Cupping her face up to his, he looked into her eyes and said, "I heard you...and I have no doubt that the old coot is up there, simply thrilled about this whole thing.." He murmured softly. His fingers brushing through her hair, nose buried in her neck, deeply breathing her in.
"What...How-" She spluttered, confused. Remus took mercy on her and grinned, whispering, "Werewolf ears my dear..." A warm tricking shiver tumbled down her spine, coming to rest deep in her belly, a tingling insistent warmth that had been brought to life. She began to tremble with excitement and hope as he held her to his chest.
"'Dora ... I-I-." He began, breaking off abruptly as she snuggled deeper into the contours of his chest, letting out a pleased rumbled as her lithe body pressed, and moved against his. Minutes later, he seemed to come back to himself, untangling him from her, but still holding her shoulder, as if to maintain contact. Breathing harshly, he shook himself slightly, almost like a dog would when coming in from the rain.
"You are intoxicating 'Dora." He finally managed. "It's hard to resist you." He muttered, flushing slightly as his hand moved to caress her neck, winding in sensuously with her long curly hair. She wanted to go to him, to take him in her arms and just forget about everything, but she could see that this was something they both needed to hear.
"God. From the first moment..-And-oh bloody hell 'Dora.-I am not good at this." He sighed in frustration, a hand ruffling his hair in his annoyance. He looked her in the eyes finally, "I have been such a fool Tonks..I thought, I thought, it wasn't possible. I thought that love was something I could never indulge in." He laughed mirthlessly, "I am too old, too poor, and too dangerous for you. But the thing is..you don't seem to care. I wasn't sure at first...I have never been in love, but quite suddenly I was. And I believed you were too...You were right about everything Tonks...everything. I do use it as a crutch...And god...I love you 'Dora..I love you. It has taken me forever...and I would understand..you know..if this comes too late, and I-." But he was cut off and Tonks leapt at him, sending them both flying, Remus falling back into his seat, and Tonks on top of him, kissing him passionately.
Momentarily stunned Remus sat their, gaping like a fish out of water, he had broken this girl's heart countless times, he had given her the last way out, and she had ignored it, she must truly love him...but Remus already knew that...
His musing were cut short as her small mouth closed over his, her tongue dancing, wetting his own. He groaned and captured her lips, tasting her for the first time. He pulled her hard against him, delighting in the feel of her lush body against his, feeling her curves, hands exploring, dipping hesitantly under her shirt for a quick caress, a rough hand enveloping her back. He was rewarded as she mewled in pleasure, arching her back against his ministrations. He almost lost it, it was a struggle not to take her right then, to throw her against the table and pound into her waiting flesh. The air suddenly thickened, and his keen nose picked up the scent of her arousal, it was like getting hit with a cement truck. Reeling as it enveloped his scenes, he became bold, a hand moving to brush her breast, shivering in pleasure as he found them hardened into nubs. She was defiantly aroused.
"Oh ..god. Tonks.." He gulped. Moaning aloud as her inquisitive hands ran down his chest, running down to his trousers, and in slow, painstaking circles, massaging his thigh, until his cock, rock-hard and straining, met her hand. Rubbing the growing bulge, she grinned as he broke the kiss, his head flung back and eyes fluttering, dark with desire. Panting, he looked up at her, capturing her lips again, one hand wrapping around her hip, the other enveloping a breast, kneading it firmly before grasping the hard nipple, and plucking at it, his cock beginning to throb as she moaned into his mouth, her hips tightening, and body moving unconsciously, rubbing back and forth over the bulge.
"Your playing with fire." He groaned, gaze latching on her as she continued to rub against him. He brought both hands down to her hips, firmly gripping them, stalling her movement, but only further tormenting himself as she was crushed into him. "There..there are things you need to know!" He gasped, eyes unfocused as the blood in his loins pounded and throbbed, the man and wolf inside him bayed and pleaded for him to take his mate.
"There are two beings inside. Me...and the wolf. They both want you, and the wolf is uncommonly insistent, he has wanted you since he saw you...just as I did...Tonks...sometimes...sometimes-." But he was cut off as Tonks murmured, "I know..I have read the books...I know a lot." She said, moving in, licking his neck, then pulling her hair back from hers, baring it to him, and pressing it against his cheek. Submissive. And she heard him rumble deeply, he was pleased, the wolf was pleased. And he leaned in, licking her neck slowly, his broad tongue making bold strokes, nibbling the flesh slightly as he went, teeth gentle. And she squirmed under him,the heat in her belly throbbing and pulsing.
And she had read them. In droves in fact, her curiosity had sent her directly to the library to read up on his curse, right from the moment the shy, quiet professor had caught her eye. For instance, she knew about the pack system. Wolves in the wild operated in a pack. A family group, and werewolf's, though usually solitary while transformed, tended to retain that trait in their normal form. Remus was fiercely protective of their group of friends. Once, one of Lucius Malfoy's cronies had knocked Arthur around at a portkey waiting point. Remus had been in the area and raced to his side. As Arthur told it, Remus had thrown himself into the fray without a pause, shielding him with his own body and taking out the attackers in short order. She also knew why Remus locked himself in his room at Grimnauld place a few days before the full moon. The wolf was more active and aware in the few days before and after the full moon. His already sharp senses were heightened, loud noises and smells bothered him. She remembered one time, when he had picked her up at her flat, for an emergency meeting. She had been surprised as he usually locked himself away the day before the moon, but he had shown up at her door regardless. She had opened the door in only a towel, her hair freshly washed, and she had sworn he was going to swoon right on her doorstep. But then again, it could have been due to the fact she had been wearing a towel...she's have to ask him sometime she thought, as her finger traced his cheek lightly.
"I have no doubt you did.." He breathed, darkened eyes gazing at her. "I love you Remus Lupin. And I want you." She whispered, rubbing a hand around his ear, feeling pleased when he arched into her touch. "I know how to please you...both of you..." She breathed seductively, causing him to shiver, then whimper when she would her hips against him, reaching up to nip his ear again.
"Dora...I-" But he didn't even finish his sentence before Tonks began nipping his ear in earnest, distracting him with bites and licks, sending him wild with sensation. His eyes closed, and his arms clenched around her luscious hips, which still wound maddeningly against his erect member, driving him insane...
...Just how Nymphodora Tonks wanted him...