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"See something you like?" -Hermione, later in this chapter.
"Ready?" asked Remus, looking over at Hermione.
She nodded, and letting go of his hand, they stepped out of Remus' door, into the corridors, and shut it.
It was around 3 in the afternoon, and it was the day Hermione had waited for all week. She and Remus would be Flooing to London, to catch a flight the next day to Australia.
As she and Remus walked down the corridors, they occasionally passed a student. Otherwise, it was empty, as no one wanted to walk through the drafty corridors. They preferred to stay near the warmth of the common room.
Stopping in front of the Headmistress' office, Remus said, clearly, "Tuna."
The staircase appeared, to take them up to the office.
Minerva greeted them warmly. She said kindly, to Hermione, "Good luck with your parents, dear. I am so glad you are finally getting a chance to find them."
"Thank you, Professor McGonagall."
She turned to Remus, "You have the parchment I gave you?"
He nodded.
Minerva rose, and took a pot of the familiar green powder. "Say Muggle Point, London"
Remus took a fistful of the powder and threw it in the fireplace. And he stepped into the green flames and was whipped away. Giving another smile at McGonagall, Hermione followed suit.
A few seconds later, she was falling out of a red London telephone booth onto a busy road. Remus' hands caught her around the waist just in time.
He set her on her feet, almost carrying her off the ground. He said, "The hotel's just down the street. Minerva had the luggage sent in advance."
However, when he and Hermione stopped in front of a reasonably lavish Muggle hotel, Hermione looked questioningly at Remus. "Here?"
"Well, yes," he replied. "She didn't want anyone seeing us together, and asking questions. It's only for a night, anyway."
"Name, please?"
"The Lupins. We'd like a room for the night. We sent the luggage ahead of us."
"Ah, yes, ofcourse. Sign here, Mr. Lupin. The attendant will show you your rooms."
A young man approached them. "May I take your coats?"
Remus handed his over. And as Hermione struggled to take off her heavy coat, Remus caught the attendant eyeing her. Remus noticed she was wearing a dress with a rather low neckline, and it had been pushed to one side as she was wriggling out of her coat.
Remus cleared his throat loudly, and the attendant jumped, and shot him a guilty look. Taking Hermione's coat too, he hurriedly headed for t he elevators.
Remus reached over and startled Hermione but adjusting her dress. Then they followed the attendant into the elevator.
They had spent the past few hours roaming the Muggle streets, Hermione excitedly explaining things he did not understand.
Skipping into the room, Hermione fell back on the bed, her hair splaying out on the fresh linen.
Then sitting up, she bounced up and down lightly on the bed.
Remus, heading over to the windows to open the curtains, laughed.
"I take it you don't mind the room?"
"The room's fine," Hermione said. She looked around, taking in the big double bed with blue covers and pillows. It was done tastefully but simply, as was to be expected from a middle-top-range hotel.
"What I want to know is, why is the flight tomorrow?"
Remus turned, heading over to the bed and sitting down next to her.
"Why can't it be today?"
Remus let out a small laugh. "You're so hyped up. Calm down, or you'll tire yourself out before we get to Australia."
An hour later, after a big dinner, Remus reading a book on the bed, and Hermione was taking a shower before heading to sleep.
Remus was trying to stay awake so that he could brush his teeth after Hermione finished her shower, but he felt himself nodding off to sleep.
Shaking himself awake, he decided he'd brush his teeth anyway.
He stepped into the bathroom, and stopped short.
He could see the naked form of Hermione behind the half-transparent shower curtain. She had her back to him, and was washing herself with soap.
All traces of sleep gone, Remus felt himself hardening. Slowly, he slipped off his shirt, pant and boxers, stole up to the shower, and suddenly whipped it open.
She gasped, and turned around, in shock.
For a second, her brown eyes looked into his darkening grey eyes. She blinked, trying to keep the water out of her eyes.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to hers, his one hand going to the wet hair behind her head.
He stepped into the shower, under the water, and she stepped back, giving him more room.
He broke away from the kiss, and looked down at her soap-covered breasts. Water was trailing down her neck, leaving soapy tracks down her breasts, between her legs. She blushed furiously.
"I was trying to take a shower, Remus."
He leaned over to kiss her neck deeply, saying, "No one's stopping you, Hermione."
She shivered as his other hand ghosted up her thigh before resting on her hip.
He turned her around and pulled her flush to his body, so that she could feel his length pressing into her back.
She gasped as his fingers splayed over her breasts, rubbing and pinching her nipples, effectively brushing away the foam, but that wasn't the only 'effect' he was having on her body.
"You really want to do this...here?"
He whispered, "I take it you've not done this before? You're going to love this, then."
She smiled, knowing perfectly well that he knew she had been a virgin before last week.
His hands kneaded and pressed and pulled at her breasts, until she was writhing in his embrace. Heat was pooling between her legs, and it made the warm water lukewarm in comparison.
Hermione moaned as Remus pushed her sensitive breasts together, stroking and pulling at her nipples. She ground into his hips, and he let out a throaty groan of pleasure as he felt the warmth of her skin brushing against his.
His hands dipped between her legs, and cupped the heat between her thighs, and she moaned loudly, bucking wantonly into his palms.
"Remus...please.." she pleaded.
His mouth roaming over the back of her neck, Remus felt her folds with light fingers. The light touch, coupled with the warm water still flowing over both of them, made her ache for something more.
"Please...please..."
"Please what?"
"Something...do...something..."
Remus bit lightly on her neck, at the same time plunging a finger deep into her.
Hermione gave out a low scream, as she felt her walls clenching around his finger, as he pumped it in and out of her slowly.
It felt deeper, and different, him fingering her from behind, than it had last week.
Her legs felt weak, and she was leaning onto him for support, even as he added his middle finger too. His other hand rose from where it was caressing her thigh, and began rubbing up and down over her folds.
She put her hands behind her, and held on to his hip, as she felt the pleasure rising, higher and higher and she felt sparks burst behind her eyes.
"Remus... I'm so close..." she whispered hoarsely.
He immediately froze, and pulled his fingers out of her, saying, "Now, we can't have that, can we?"
She whimpered at his action, but too dazed to word her protests.
He turned her around, and she put her hands around his neck, her legs too weak to even support herself.
He gazed into her eyes that were drooping with pleasure, and slowly, deliberately, he rubbed his member over her folds.
She gasped, as sensations shot through her already sensitised flesh.
She ground reflexively against him, and Remus responded in kind. They stayed this way for a few seconds, grinding at each other, under the now lukewarm water, each prolonging their agony and pleasure.
"Take me..." she whispered.
A second later, Remus slipped swiftly into her in a single stroke. He let out a throaty moan, and Hermione's hands clutched at his hip, as she felt him deep inside her.
This was just her second time having sex, and she was not used to it yet.
But I could get used to this... she thought, as he pulled out slowly, then again, pushed into her, even deeper this time.
Remus was grunting, as he thrust into her again and again. She fit him perfectly, and the tightness felt amazing. Last time, he had been slow and controlled, knowing that it had been her first time, as he had no intention of hurting her. But now, he let his control slip a little, taking in the feel of her wrapped around him tightly, sheathing him.
He began to thrust faster and faster, and Hermione clung to his biceps harder than ever, and he knew she was close too.
He felt everything rising...the pleasure, the sensations, the suspense for the approaching climax..
And with one final thrust, Hermione let out a piercing scream, as she came.
As her insides contracted deliciously on his penis, and he came hard too, inside her, following her almost spontaneously into orgasm.
His mouth was on her neck again, just above where he'd bit her. He was breathing hard, and both of them were quivering from their releases.
He was still inside her, and he revelled in the feeling.
Tilting his head back, he bestowed a kiss on her lips, which were softer than ever, from being in the warm water. She responded eagerly but lazily, obviously too spent and satisfied from the second orgasm of her life.
Suddenly, she chuckled into his mouth, and he stopped, giving her a questioning look.
She said, "You were right, Remus. I loved the shower sex."
He grinned too, that puppy dog grin she adored so much.
The next morning, Minerva was in her study, when an owl swooped down to her window, and tapped on it. It was promptly blown off the sill in the December wind, but Minerva hurried over to the window. Opening it, she waited for the owl to return. In a few moments, the owl flew back to the window, struggling against the buffeting winds, and landed on the table.
She undid the parchment, and the owl hooted before flying back out the window.
There was the familiar Ministry seal, and it was addressed to her. Opening it, she found a smaller envelope, addressed to 'Mr and Mrs. Lupin', along with an open piece of parchment. Her eyes scanned it.
Dear Professor McGonagall,
The enclosed letter is an automatic letter, that posted itself to the Lupins in the event of them engaging in sexual intercourse. By default, the letter reaches them no later than a week after the event takes place. However, the owl returned yesterday afternoon, as apparently the addressee was absent.
Since you are the Overseer of this marriage that was performed under the Marriage Law (20-), Clause 4, for orphaned young adults, this letter is being forwarded to you.
Please ensure that the Lupins receive the letter before the end of the week, which is the stipulated time before which they must recreate the event.
-Janet Breakthrough,
Head of Magical Law Enforcement.
Even after reaching the end of the letter, Minerva stared blankly at the parchment, as what she read slowly sank in.
She was absolutely aghast.
As she looked over the letter again, few lines stood out...
'engaging in sexual intercourse'
She was shocked. Could this be some kind of mistake? Remus and Hermione were friends, just friends, who currently shared an awkward relationship of being married to each other too.
And the law clearly stated that- that- and Minerva struggled to think of the appropriate word even though the letter had been very verbally explicit about it.
The law clearly stated that- physical intimacy wasn't mandatory until Hermione turned nineteen. She had been greatly relieved when she'd heard that, as had the girl
She also knew that something had happened to set off the letter. Her eyes flitted to it.
'must recreate the event'
Heat flooded Minerva's face, as she realised that the letter could not have been triggered by mistake. Minerva's face burnt in embarrassment at having to learn about such 'activities' of one of her colleagues with one of her best students.
And she had to forward them this letter, on top of this.
She let out a snort.
Well, she thought to herself, What has to be done has to be done. I'd better send this by Muggle Post, so that it reaches them as soon as they land in Australia.
Saying so, she addressed a paper envelope to the Muggle hotel she knew they would be heading to, and put the Ministry's unopened letter into the envelope. Sealing it, she decided not to add an explanatory note.
What would she say, anyway?
Shaking her head again in amazement at the things that went on under her nose, she put the letter on her table and tried to return to her work.
Hermione was almost incoherent after her orgasm, and though Remus found it flattering at first, an hour later, he was downright amused.
She was lying on her back on the bed, the way she had been earlier, her hair splayed out. Only this time, she was wearing only a t-shirt of Remus, and some panties.
Remus was sitting across from her in an armchair, admiring the fine view he got, of her legs.
She raised her head to look at him, with his mussed-up, just towelled hair, gazing at her with those eyes that made her want to jump him and kiss him like crazy.
"See something you like?"
Remus grinned at her seductive tone, because obviously, she could pull it off.
He walked over to her and plopped next to her.
"Oh, I like it all right, but I can't see as much of it as I would like."
That sent Hermione into a furious blush, which deepened even more when Remus leaned over and planted a small kiss on her knee.
"Still tired?", he asked, looking at her closing her eyes again.
She opened one eye and tried to tell if he was teasing her again.
"You want to rub it in that you're more used to sex than I am?"
Remus threw himself next to her, and the bed bounced a little. He drew her closer, and said, "Maybe my mind's just dirty right now, but I want to reply, 'I do want to rub it in.' "
Hermione's eyes flew open in shock. She turned her face to look at him, finding that his expression was no longer teasing. It was aroused instead, and the humour in his eyes was dark and lustful.
She said, "I would love to, Remus...but I really am tired."
His face fell slightly, but he smiled at her. "Go to sleep. I guess you took my advice of channelling all that excitement, huh?"
Hermione closed her eyes, as he reached for his wand on the bedside table, and turned off the lights. She'd laid her head next to his chest, and breathed in. He smelt like her soap, because of their shared shower. However, she could also smell that distinct smell of him, that she couldn't put to words.
She was happy. Happy that they had met, that he'd kissed her, that day at the concert, that they'd survived through everything...Tonks, the Law, the Marriage.
Hermione knew they would find her parents, that he would be with her every step of the way.
She was happy for everything.
She was even happy that Remus had said he loved her, because right now, she realised that what they had was real. And she was already starting to care for him more than she had cared for anybody, not Ron, not Harry.
Maybe she was falling in love with Remus.
And that was how Hermione had fallen asleep in his arms.
She woken up cocooned in his arms. He'd woken even as she was trying to extract herself from his arms. As his eyes fell upon hers, his face brightened, and a slow smile spread across his face, as he said hoarsely, "Good Morning."
Her heart skipped a beat. She remembered her last thoughts before she fell asleep last night, that maybe she was falling in love with him. Was this a sign? Her heart thrumming faster just at his sexy morning smile?
She gave him a kiss on his lips, surprising him.
"Got a plane to catch."
"Right."
They were washed and dressed in less than an hour, though there had been a slight delay when they had seriously considered if they should take showers alone, or repeat yesterday's scenario, and take a joint one.
Remus had talked both of them out of it, saying they didn't want to get her all tired before the journey. Hermione had smacked him on his chest, but let it go, as they were running slightly late.
She opened up her luggage to put away some things she'd unpacked for the night, when she gasped.
"What is it?", asked Remus.
"The plant!", said Hermione, and she pulled the Coriarose out of the bag. "I meant to take it out yesterday night, and water it. I forgot!"
"It's alright, Hermione. One missed watering won't harm it."
Hermione looked over her shoulder at him, her face really upset.
"Look at it!"
She pulled the plant out of her bag, which clearly had an Undetectable Extension Charm on it, and set it on the floor so he could see it clearly.
It was turning a slight brown, and a few leaves were actually turning black again. There was still lots of green leaves for them to not worry, but that seemed to have escaped Hermione's notice.
"It looks okay, Hermione. Just water it now, and I'll remind you when its time again."
"I've ruined it. I can't take care of a simple plant. Professor Sprout's going to fail me in Herbology. Why is my plant more fragile than the others'?"
"I don't know, Hermione, but you're over analysing. Professor Sprout's not going to fail you. And the plant will get better. Now water it."
Hermione dejectedly walked over to the bathroom, to get a jug of water, as Remus contemplated the plant.
Three hours later, they were sitting next to each other on an aeroplane, Remus looking out of the window at the bustling airport some distance away from the plane.
Hermione asked, "You mean you've never been on a plane before?"
"Never. There was no need to. My parents were middle-class workers with no work abroad, and we weren't rich enough for holidays either."
Hermione nodded. "I've been a couple of times. Holiday, like you said."
Remus looked over at her to find her face drawn and tired.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, looking around at the other passengers.
As the plane began to take off, he looked excitedly out the window, watching everything shrink to dots.
He didn't notice that Hermione had turned the distinct shade of a green apple.
"Look, that's King's Cross. And there's the London Eye. And the Thames. Look!"
There was no reply from Hermione, but Remus wasn't inclined to look at her for an answer. His eyes were glued to the window.
Just as the seatbelt sign went 'off', and there was announcement over the speakers to that effect, he turned just in time to see Hermione being violently sick into a paper-bag.
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