Here it is, the next chapter. Please enjoy.
This is what happened in the last chapter, from Hermione's point of view. :)
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Hermione woke up suddenly, overcome with the feeling that someone was in the room with her. She could feel eyes on her, and she immediately panicked. She reached for her wand, and opened her mouth to shout for Remus, until she saw him just outside the doorway to the room.
Her hand hovered over her table, as he stepped in. Her eyes focused, and she carefully placed the wand back down on the table, and let out a sigh of relief. She guessed that he had already scared the Incubus away, because she could feel the slight chill in the air, that made her feel as though it was there. It must have left just seconds ago. It was a good thing that Remus was awake, and scared it off in time. She gave him a small smile, the relief clear on her face, and Remus smiled in return.
She watched him, as he walked over to the bed, taking a seat at the far end. "Remus, can I stay in your room again, I don't want to be alone here anymore," she whispered, and waited for an answer.
Remus just smiled back at her. He moved closer on the bed, and she realised that he was only in his boxers. She couldn't stop her eyes from examining his firm chest, and slowly caressing his body, before meeting his eyes, where she was met with a look of amusement, and a wide smirk that she had only ever seen on Sirius before. She blushed, realising she had been caught checking him out.
Of course he would only be wearing his boxers. It made sense. That seemed to be how he slept, after all. He must have come rushing straight in before the creature could touch her. Remus obviously didn't stop before to put on trousers, why would this time be any different? A few seconds could make a difference after all, so she would rather he get to her to help her, rather then delay. She wasn't quite certain why she was questioning Remus' behaviour. There just seemed to be something... off, but she couldn't quite place it.
She felt herself frown slightly. Remus wasn't saying much, so she decided to fill what was turning into an awkward silence, and she changed her mind about speaking.
"Remus, can I -" she began to repeat, but her voice faultered as she felt his hand move to rest on her thigh. This was clearly out of concern, he was trying to comfort her. Remus wouldn't want her, he -
She lost her train of thought, as she felt his hand slowly shift up her thigh.
With his other hand, he slowly moved her long tshirt from her body, keeping his eyes locked with hers, trying to sense if there was any hesitation. There was none. Hermione knew what she wanted. She knew what she had wanted for a while now, everytime her eyes met his across the dinner table, or in the library.
He looked pleased by her acceptance, and the smirk quickly played on his lips, as the tshirt went over her head, leaving her almost naked to his gaze. She felt shy as he examined her, wanting to cover herself, even though she was wearing underwear, but she didn't want him to see her as a child, who was uncertain of her body, even though she was uncertain of herself. She wanted him to see her as the adult she was, so she didn't hide from his lustful eyes.
Wait. Lustful? She looked at him questioningly, and his eyes were soft. No, she must have mistaken that look, he cared for her, she could see that. The tshirt had been discarded on the floor, and he pushed her back onto the bed, she allowed herself to fall backwards.
"Remus?" She whispered, as his hands moved across her body, slowly stripping her of her underwear, and eagerly stroking her, gently probing her entrance and sliding inside. His other hand moved up to caress her breasts.
She still found it odd that Remus hadn't said a word to her, but his fingers moved skilfully inside her, making her arch from the bed, and let out a whimper. She had rarely been touched so intimately before, and her body ached for more.
He looked at her, a questioning look on his face, and she nodded. She knew what he was asking and she wanted this, she wanted him.
She had fallen for him so long ago, and she knew Remus would make her first time mind-blowing, and gentle. Remus being her first time would make it perfect, and maybe somehow he would consider being with her, but she calmed herself, she might be reading too much into this. There was no use planning a future at this moment, she knew full well that Remus wouldn't just use her and discard her. He wouldn't do this if he didn't feel anything.
She would willingly give him anything he asked, her body was his.
He saw the nod and the look in her eyes, and slowly took off his boxers, an impressive hard length being revealed to Hermione's innocent eyes. She stared at it, as Remus stepped out of the boxers, and kicked them to one side, before moving towards the bed again, and climbing on top of her.
She closed her eyes, and enjoyed the feel of his lips on her neck and his tongue caressing it, but was too far gone to realise that the tongue that just caressed her neck, was the same tongue that ran over her neck the previous two times. She was also too far under the spell of the creature to realise how cold this version of Remus' hands were.
She could only focus on the fact that Remus was touching her, that Remus wanted her, and that Remus was only moments away from making her his.
The problem was, she had accepted the Incubus into her bed. That meant that it didn't have to wait for her to accept it again. It's gaze seduced her, she wasn't able to make the connection with the cold hands and tongue. She wasn't able to see the ice in the creatures eyes, she only saw what she wanted to see, and what she saw was the man she loved. She could only see Remus. The Incubus had won.
When she heard the shout from the door, it terrified her. Watching Remus disappear from on top of her, when he was about two seconds away from taking her, freaked her out. Immediately she understood what had happened, what the Incubus had taken from her mind, and how it had used that knowledge. It scared her that the creature had stolen into her mind, and taken in everything about Remus just to seduce her. It was terrifying how close it had come, it had been seconds from having sex with her.
She got off the bed, and threw herself into Remus' arms, she needed to feel him, to know that he was real. She saw the way his eyes diverted from her naked form, because he was a gentleman, the way he wrapped her in his robe, and the way he got chocolate for them, this was the real Remus. The one who cared more for her safety than about having sex with her.
She could feel the heat from his skin, and compared it with the ice cold feel from the fake Remus, and she thought about how the Incubus had never spoken a word. She would be more careful, it wouldn't fool her again. She kept a hold of Remus' arm, the heat made her feel safe, the heat reminded her that this was her Remus.
She thought back to the moment she had seen Remus. She had assumed that he scared the Incubus off, but what she should have realised, is that if he had just scared it off, he wouldn't immediately try to have sex with her, that wasn't Remus. He would never take advantage of her like that. He would be more considerate should he ever want to be with her.
She knew right there and then, that she wouldn't sleep apart from him again, until this matter was resolved.
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