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Please do not read if you are not of legal age in your country. There are adult scenes, however short and to the point.

Mischief Managed

Hermione was frustrated. She wanted the older man. Wanted him naked in her bed. Wanted him sweet and gentle sometimes and hard and fast other times. Wanted him to stop running away from her out of some strange sense of honor. She wanted to try loving again.

After the full moon, Hermione gave him time to recover before she started hinting she wanted to go beyond platonic snuggling and kisses. The only problem seemed to be that he wasn't getting the hint. Either that or he was actively avoiding her advances. She hoped it wasn't the latter. A week after the incident in the basement, they were relaxing in separate chairs in the main library.

The brunette closed her book and studied the older man across from her. The end of the war had eased much of the strain he had carried and regular doses of Wolfsbane potion had made his monthly transformations easier. The lack of facial hair certainly made him appear younger. And she desperately wanted to feel the scar that ran across his cheek and neck under her lips.

Her Gryffindor bluntness got the better of her and she asked the question that had been bouncing around her head for a week. "Are you just not interested in more with me?"

Lupin looked up in surprise. "Why would you ask that?"

"I've been throwing myself at you for a week and you haven't done anything about it."

"Oh."

"Is that all you can come up with?"

"Erm."

"At least tell me so I can stop making a fool of myself for you."

"Hermione," He licked his lips wondering when they had become so dry. "I do indeed desire you."

"Then do something about it already." She burst out, clenching her hands around the book in her lap.

"I don't want to taint you."

His admission startled her for a moment. "Taint?"

"I'm an old werewolf and you're still young and beautiful and whole. You deserve someone who is all of those things as well."

"Don't tell me what I deserve. Should I be with someone like Neville because he's the same age? Or should I date a muggle because he's never been through war? Do you really think I could be with someone who doesn't understand me, my mind, or my magic?" Her voice rose with each word until she was shouting at the older man.

Remus watched her chest heaving and wished that he could allow himself to be a permanent part of her life. Moony reared his proverbial furry head and insisted that she would be miserable in any of this situations. "Of course not, but-"

Hermione wanted to scream in frustration, so she did. "For fuck's sake Remus!" She took a deep breath and spoke more softly. "I can't help who I want to be with. Just tell me if you want me like I want you."

"I do." Even though the older man hadn't really given his mouth permission to speak, it was completely true.

"Then let's go upstairs."

"Like right now?"

The brunette rolled her eyes. "Yes now. Unless you have some other pressing matter to attend to."

"Well, no but-"

"Last chance Remus. Either you come upstairs with me right now, you take me right here, or I'm going to take care of myself."

If Lupin's eyes got any bigger they would pop right out of his head. It had just been so long some he actually had sex. Tonks had only gone as far as heavy petting and women weren't very accepting of werewolves. "I'm a tad rusty, but if you're sure, I would be more than willing to."

"Practice makes perfect." Hermione smirked as the older man got up and followed her up the stairs. She was even pretty sure his eyes were glued to her backside and she didn't care in the slightest.

Remus had hardly gotten the door closed when the brunette slid her arms around his neck and tiptoed to kiss him soundly. The first and last girl he had slept with hadn't kissed him like that even. Instinct took over and he pulled her soft body firmly against his. He had felt her curves before in bed, but she suddenly felt even better in his arms. Touch alone wasn't enough for the couple and they quickly moved to the bed.

Even though the older man had already seen her in her knickers, seen her scars, and held her in bed she was terrified. As each piece of clothing was removed, she tried to cover herself up and at the same time watch Remus shedding clothes. He knew she was nervous, but so was he. Despite this, their hands and bodies kept moving, touching, and learning.

Once they were both fully naked, the lycanthrope laid beside the younger woman and traced his fingertips across her stomach and steadily closer to her sex. Hermione relaxed under his ministrations and didn't even jump when one thin finger slipped through her nest of hair and into her wet folds. That first hurdle overcome, Remus grew more confident hearing her breathy pants and licked one of her bouncing nipples. That action brought an immediate reaction from the brunette and she pleaded for more.

He gladly complied and continued curling his finger within her while sucking on her breast. Hermione was quickly reduced to incoherent babbling and pleas for more. When he shifted to take the strain off his shoulder, the brunette reached and hand down and wrapped her fingers tightly around his shaft. Three strokes and a tug and he settled between her legs letting his member rest against her mound.

They rubbed against each other, teasing and learning. Remus slipped the head of his cock between her folds and teased her clit and spread her moisture. Soon they were ready and he angled his hips, pushing just the tip into her core. Gently they rocked together until he was resting as deeply within her as he could. The feeling of her wet heat around him was heaven, pure bliss, and he wanted to stay there forever.

Moony's agreement with the situation was voiced in Remus' grunts as he couldn't resist moving within her tight channel. Hermione enjoyed the sensations, and ran her hands over the older man's back. All too soon the lycanthrope was breathing in panting gasps and thrusting erratically. As he came down from his orgasm, he collapsed on top of the brunette and pressed his forehead against hers.

"I'm sorry." The older man forced his breath under control.

Hermione just kept her legs wrapped around his hips and smiled. "Don't be. That was wonderful."

"But... Did you... You know. Come too?"

"No." The brunette smiled and shrugged.

Lupin blinked and slid to the side, off of the younger woman. "I didn't mean to be so selfish. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

She just sighed in exasperation. "Stop it Remus. I didn't want to come this time."

This was such a foreign idea to the lycanthrope that he couldn't do anything but blink at her. "I enjoy sex for sex. I don't always have to get off and I don't even want to everytime."

"But I don't want to just use you." He ran his fingers over her jaw tenderly.

"Believe me, I'll let you know when I'm feeling used."

"Promise?"

"So long as you don't insist I get off every time too. It's such a chore."

"If you're sure."

"I'm sure." Hermione wandlessly vanished their mess and wrapped herself around the older man.

Remus and Moony were in agreement that the woman curled around them was something special. It was one of the rare times that they agreed on something. The man just wanted her to be happy, especially of her happiness was with him. The wolf however, never wanted to let her go. They fell asleep with the younger woman, smiling into her mass of hair.