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Remus had spent most of the morning sulking around. There wasn't a ton of things to do in the little house, especially because he didn't actually live here. He couldn't believe that he was stuck in a book with Hermione. And not just any book but a bleeding romance novel!

Damn her and that blasted dress! Why hadn't the author paid more attention to historical fashion? Scottish princesses didn't wear corsets and low cut bodices during the times of the Viking raids. She should be covered up to her chin! And it was such a pretty pink color. He didn't think that she'd ever worn anything like it. It made her skin look flushed and his mind wander.

It was even worse because she was the only thing that smelled normal in this whole place, and it made her smell even lovelier than usual. Moony was content, but eager to get at her. Remus didn't want to slobber on her like some kind of uncouth beast. Merlin, he needed to get out of here.

Hermione finally was the one to break the tension in the room. She'd been perusing the small collection of books on the fireplace mantle, only to find all of them pretty bare. She too was going stir crazy in this little hut with Remus.

He was overpowering and all consuming. He seemed like a trapped wild animal who was going to snap and strike out any moment, but at the same time she wanted him to snap at her. She wanted to be on the receiving end of his passion, to see what it was like, what it would be like, to be with Remus Lupin.

When she was looking out the back window of the house, she saw a little stream, with a bend that was completely hidden by a thicket of bushes. It would be the perfect place to take a bath. "Remus, will you please take me to that little stream over there?" She pointed out of the window. "I've been in the same dress for days and I feel disgusting."

Remus thought about protesting, but honestly, he wouldn't mind a quick dip either. Since he hadn't been able to cast any cleansing charms without his magic, he hadn't felt clean since he'd arrived in the book. "Alright, let's go."

He lead her out of the house and they made the short walk to the stream, not seeing anyone else. Hermione quickly divested herself of the dress, but she was having some trouble with the corset. It was just too difficult to get off herself, with all of the lacing up the back. She cleared her throat, looking to Remus with pink cheeks. "So sorry, Remus, but do you think you could help me with this?"

Remus took in a deep breath. He'd tried so hard not to look at her while she was undressing, fearing his body's natural reaction to it. But now, he had to. She was still wearing a white chemise under the corset, but it was so sheer that in the sunlight he could make out the curves and color of her body through the translucent material.

Cautiously, he wrapped his hand around the wild curls that tumbled down her back. How he longed to pull her head back to expose her perfect, pale neck to him, so that he might live little love bites on her, marking her as his. Shuddering, he moved the hair to hang over one shoulder, revealing the tight laces of her corset.

He undid the lacing, trying not to respond to the satisfied little sigh she gave when the tension was released and the corset fell to the ground. "Thank you." She murmured softly, before looking at him over her shoulder. "Now, I am going to go in. No peeking." She teased, rather coquettishly, and Remus wished that she would stop teasing.

He turned away, but turned back to face the stream when he heard her enter the water, hoping to catch just a glimpse of her bare flesh. He was rewarded with a full view of her breasts, as she resurfaced, her eyes shut tight from entering the water. Her hair was glossy and sleek, pushed back over her shoulders, revealing her to him. Her pink nipples were tight and stood out proudly against her pale flesh.

Remus tried not to groan at the sight, and instead turned away, beginning to remove his own clothing, taking deep breaths and willing his erection to go away. He didn't want Hermione to feel uncomfortable or feel like he was trying to take advantage of the situation. Just as he was about to remove his last bit of clothing, he looked over his shoulder.

Hermione was staring at him, with flushed cheeks, and her mouth hung open. Merlin how he longed to press his lips against hers, longed to push his tongue to war with hers. He wanted to consume her. "I'll ask the same courtesy from you Hermione...no peeking while I get into the water."

She nodded and turned away from him, giving Remus the confidence to bare himself to the world and make the short walk to the stream. The water was cold, but not unbearably so. Still, it was definitely helping his cock calm down.

Once he'd resurfaced, Hermione swam towards him, wanting to hand him the rough bar of soap that she'd brought with her to the stream. "Here." She said, holding it out to him, using her other arm to cover her bare breasts. He kept his eyes firmly on her's but took it anyway.

Hermione really didn't mean to, but she couldn't help it when her traitorous eyes dipped down to his chest. It was firm and muscular with a bit of reddish blond hair. That made Hermione smirk a bit, as it didn't really match the dark blond hair of his head and she wouldn't have expected it. He wasn't overtly muscular, but she could tell that he was strong, and she couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to have him throw her over his shoulder, and carry her back to his lair to have his way with her.

That thought sent a shiver racing up and down her spine, and suddenly, Hermione was all too aware of how close they were standing to one another. Remus was being so thoughtful and considerate, not allowing his eyes to stray even once. Hermione bit her lower lip. Maybe he didn't look because he didn't want to.

With that upsetting thought, she turned and made her way out of the water, confident that Remus wouldn't look at her bare arse on the way out. The air was cold, but the sun felt lovely against her skin. Still, she quickly dried off with a towel she'd brought with her, before putting the chemise back on. She'd need Remus's help to get the corset back on.

Wringing the extra water for her hair, she braided it quickly, knowing that there was nothing to be done about the frizzy mess that her hair was sure to become. She sat on the grass, leaving the towel next to Remus's clothes, and stared anywhere but the direction of the stream. It would hurt too much to have Remus let her down gently.

It wasn't long before Remus was also done with his bath, and he quickly toweled off and redressed, trying not to look at the gorgeous girl who was laid out on the grass like a delectable treat. Before, her dress had been nearly see through, showing only the shape of her body, but now, with the sunlight and the dampness of her body, it was positively limpid.

He felt the moisture leave his mouth. Picking up the corset, he cautiously approached her. "Do you need help with this?" He offered, staring at the grass instead of at her body. Hermione smiled brightly at him and stood, wrapping the corset around her body, and settling it until it felt right. "Tell me if it's too tight." He murmured before pulling the laces and tying them off.

Hermione picked up the pink dress and pulled it over her body, covering him once again. He had conflicting emotions about that. He wanted to see her naked and bare before him, but he also wanted her to keep covered so he wouldn't have so many traitorous thoughts.

"Come on, let's get back and see if we can't manage some food." Hermione told him, before starting off towards the house, not waiting to see if he followed her.


Remus didn't last fifteen minutes in the house with Hermione. After everything he'd just been through at the stream, he's nerves were already frayed. But then, he was trapped back into the small space with her, her fresh, pure scent was overwhelming.

He was barely able to mumble an excuse before he exited the house, needing to put distance between him and Hermione, before he did something that they'd both regret.

The only problem was, he really had no idea what to do or where to go, but he stalked off in the opposite direction of the stream. He wished that Sirius was here, so that he could talk to him about his urges. He was certain that his friend would understand, and not make him feel more lecherous that he already did.

How could he be thinking these things about Hermione? He was almost twenty years older than she was, and yet...somehow it seemed like it was right. Or maybe, that was just Moony trying to convince him that it was right because he wanted to bed the witch.

The worst was knowing that they were trapped in this damn, blasted book. He knew that she said that they were just going to have to work though the plot to get out of the book, but he would be damned if he did something so stupid as sleep with her. They'd just have to figure something else out.

Sure, Hermione might be able to sleep with him one time, but Remus knew that he'd never be able to give her up. She was so suited to him, intellectually. If she were just a few years older, she'd be perfect. Or no, that wasn't right, she already was perfect. If he were a few years younger, they'd be perfect. Together.

But then he supposed it still wouldn't be perfect, as he was a werewolf, and he couldn't allow himself to become attached to someone, someone so good as Hermione. He knew that she would say that it didn't matter if someone was a werewolf, but that was just more proof of why he couldn't have her.

Sighing, he ran his hand over his face. He really hoped that he found Sirius soon, and he hoped that the Sirius of this book had some kind of alcohol.


After Remus left, Hermione huffed and laid herself down on the bed. Honestly, she was so frustrated with that man. Ever since they landed in this book - which was undeniably his fault - he'd been irrationally angry with her, like she had somehow purposefully trapped him in the book.

Being honest with herself, though, she was incredibly happy to be trapped her with him. She'd rather be trapped with Remus over everyone else. Hermione was just annoyed that he thought it was some kind of hardship to be here with her.

It made her feel self conscious and uncomfortable. Didn't he like her body? Didn't they have great conversations together? And didn't he feel the sexual tension that built between them every time they were alone? It seemed to Hermione like they had the makings of a great relationship.

She had certainly liked his body, tan and gleaming with water. He looked better than she'd imagined in her frequent fantasies, all tall and lean with muscle. She certainly liked his mind, as he could stimulate her thinking more than anyone else. The depth and breadth of conversation that they had never left her bored, and she also enjoyed talking about nothing with him.

And she'd have to be dead to not feel the sexual tension building between them. Today, when they were in the stream together, it would have been so easy to kiss him, to press her breasts against his firm chest. Would his cock be hard and pressed against her belly?

Hermione pressed her legs together tightly, wanting to rid her body of the tension that was slowly building in her center. Sitting up, she decided that she had to do something, to distract her from her thoughts of Remus. She remembered that she'd seen some kind of berry bush in the front of the house, so she would go out and pick some. At least they would have something fresh to eat then.

She was quickly able to locate a little basket, and stepped outside into the sunlight. The bush was quite large, and covered in what Hermione determined were blueberries. She began picking them, and humming to herself, popping a few into her mouth every now and then.

Even though she was trying not to think about Remus, he kept popping into her head, namely because they were going to have to fulfill the plot together. Hermione knew this meant that they would have to sleep together, even if she was sure that Remus hadn't even considered it yet. She supposed that if she wanted him, she was just going to have to show him how good she could be.

She would seduce him, and find a way to convince him to give her a chance, once they were out of this bloody book. Sure, she'd only ever had sex with one person before, and it hadn't been great, but she was sure that she would find a way to entice Remus.

As she was trying to determine the best way to bring up the topic with her werewolf friend, she was completely unaware of the man that was creeping up to her. "All alone?" A male voice cut through the quiet clearing, and Hermione whirled around to face the intruder.

Hermione was surprised to see that it was none other than Peter Pettigrew. "No. Remus is around." She said insistently, and began backing up towards the house.

He gave her a smile, showing off his rotten teeth. "I don't think so. I think that Remus left you alone, and stalked off in the direction of Sirius's. Which means that you will be alone for hours." He rubbed his hands together, reminding Hermione of the rat that he was. "Shall I keep you company?"

Hermione tried to back up more, but found that he was quickly closing the gap between them. Merlin she wished she had her wand, or something to defend herself with. "No. I'd prefer it if you left, immediately." She told him with a firm voice, hoping he'd take her request seriously.

"Why would Remus leave his new wench all alone, in an unfamiliar place?" Finally, he was upon her, and grabbed her around the middle, her arms pinned at her sides. Hermione began to struggle desperately. "Someone just might take you, right out from under his nose."

Hermione felt nervousness and fear strike deep in her heart. She didn't want to cry, but the tears were already forming in her eyes. She struggled and kicked, and eventually landed a hard kick on his foot. Shocked, he released her, and Hermione began to run, as fast as she could.

Unfortunately, he was faster than her, and he grabbed hold of her leg, causing her to stumble. Hermione grabbed onto the blueberry bushes, as he pulled her towards him, but they didn't hold up, and she was left with handfuls of leaves and blue mush. She was crying in earnest now, and decided to scream, hoping someone might hear her and come for help.

It was no use, though, as Pettigrew quickly threw his hand over her mouth silencing her, all the while dragging her away from the house. Oh, how had she gotten herself in such a terrible mess? Would Remus be able to find her?

She hated the feel of Pettigrew's hands on her body. He made her feel slimy and disgusting, and he didn't want to go anywhere with him, but here she was, completely helpless. It didn't take long before the house was completely out of her view, and nothing looked familiar to her anymore. Even if she was able to run away, she didn't think that she'd be able to find her way back. Would Remus even want to look for her? He's been so...aggravated when he left.

She had to have faith, though, that he would come after her, once he realized she'd been snatched. The only issue was...how far away would she be when that happened?


It turned out that this Sirius did have alcohol, but to his disappointment, it seemed that because they were in the book, the alcohol had no effect on him. It didn't taste right and it didn't burn right, so in the end, Remus just felt silly for drinking it, and decided to head back to face Hermione. He couldn't run away from his problems forever.

By the time that he'd gotten back to the little clearing, he could distinctly tell that something wasn't right. It was too still, too quiet, too dull.

It didn't take long for him to realize that Hermione wasn't there. He wasn't overwhelmed by her scent, which was the most beautifully overwhelming thing in the book. He briefly wondered where she could have possibly wandered off to, before realizing that was silly. There was nowhere for her to wander off to, because they were in the book.

He stood there, in the clearing, confused as to where she would be, until he noticed the blueberry bush. There was a little basket, that had been overturned, with bright blue berries spilling from it. Had she dropped it? He walked over to it. Why would she have had to leave so quickly as to just drop the basket like this?

Then he noticed that the bush didn't look quite right. Some of the branches had been partially stripped of their leaves, and there were crushed berries littering the ground. Then it hit him. Hermione hadn't wandered off, she'd been taken!

Just there, in the dirt, he could see signs of a struggle, as if someone - Hermione! - had been dragged off. And clearly, she'd used to bush to hold onto something to anchor herself. Whoever had her, she desperately didn't want to be with. And Remus certainly didn't want anyone to take Hermione from him!

Lucky for Remus, he was acutely sensitive to her scent, and he was able to pick up the barest hint of her. Using that, he was confident that he'd be able to locate Hermione, and dispatch the fiend that had taken her. Remus ran off in the direction of her scent, and he just hoped that she hadn't been taken too far away.