hehe the reference was 'Oh Chaser my Chaser' thanks everyone for playing SIGH lol
"Good morning, Remus!" Hermione called out while walking around the lake the next morning.
Remus turned and grinned, having felt Hermione's happiness and opened his arms to which the young witch jumped into and hugged him tightly.
"I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks." Remus murmured in her hair and held her to his chest.
"I feel the same," She kissed his cheek softly then ran her fingers down his scars. "You alright?"
"Yeah, I'm ok," He replied and placed his arm around her shoulders so they could continue walking.
"I'm nervous about NEWTs," He said softly and caressed her shoulder tenderly. "Although it doesn't matter considering I appear to have employment."
Hermione smiled and cuddled against his chest as they walked. "Darling, I am positive you have nothing to worry about. You are the smartest wizard at Hogwarts and if you don't get a minimum of eight NEWTs then I will eat James's smelly Quidditch socks."
Remus laughed, a deep rumble that resonated through the quiet grounds. "Careful Hermione or I might be tempted to fail on purpose."
Hermione's expression turned serious and stopped in front of Remus. "You're going to take Alastor and the Headmaster's offer for after graduation?"
Remus nodded slowly and wrapped his arm around Hermione's shoulders. "It's not like I have any other prospects." He said miserably.
"Things won't always be this bad, Remus."
"Won't they? I'm going to spend my whole life transforming into a creature I can barely stand. The stench of darkness is everywhere around me, in the air so I can taste it." He gave her a strange look before staring back out over the lake.
"You can smell it in me." She stated and followed his gaze to where the giant squid was swimming just on the surface.
"I can, but it's strange. It's not like with Sirius or Regulus their darkness is inherent. Even Peter stinks of darkness but I suspect it's got a lot to do with the plants he deals with. With you it's like an outer skin or gods," He ran his hand through his hair and huffed. "I can't explain it."
"I can," She gave his waist a squeeze. "I needed extra magical power that couldn't wait until I reached my majority. There was a potion and a couple of charms that helped boost my power but it did have certain side effects at the time."
"A potion, side effects?" He seemed shocked by her confession but remained quiet as he awaited her answer.
"It was in a particularly dark tome in quite a nasty dark pureblood's family home. Was a blood sacrifice and took a part of me that I'll never get back. The side effects of course weren't written in the text or we possibly wouldn't have gone ahead with it."
"Possibly?" Remus asked with a small smile.
"We might have rethought our decision for about a minute." She smiled at looked up into her blood brother's blue eyes. "We needed the power and we got it. We also got continuous nightmares, like a boggart was living in our subconscious playing on our desperate deepest fears. It was horrible, and I could barely live with it, dreamless sleep would only do so much. Thankfully it only lasted a couple of months but the stench of dark magic clung to our auras. A friend of mine, also a werewolf, could always sense I was in the room by the change in magic."
Remus nodded in agreement. "That's exactly how I feel, it's like the air shifts when you walk in."
"It's hard to go from a regular magical power to something you can barely control, another reason why I took on muggle defence. It helped to discipline my mind and channel my power."
"Do you think I could-"
"No," Hermione said curtly. "I will not be helping you to increase your magical power."
Remus huffed. "I don't see why not."
"Do you really think I'd allow you to put yourself through what I have? It is an awful thing to endure and to be honest; you have enough on your plate already."
"I suppose you're right," He replied softly and led them towards the small-pebbled beach that Hermione and Dorea had destroyed only a few weeks earlier. "Are you going to the Graduation Ball?" Hermione was grateful for his change of subject and smiled up at him indulgently.
"I am going stag," She giggled when he laughed and smacked his arm. "Not James, you great prat. I don't have a date."
"You know Sirius doesn't have a date either," Remus gave her a sly smile and continued to lead her along the beach.
"Subtle, Moony," Hermione muttered but continued grinning. "I think he might piss his pants if I asked him to the ball."
"You should ask him at breakfast."
"Should I now?" Hermione looked at Remus from the corner of her eye and giggled at his naughty smirk. "You just want to see him embarrassed!"
Remus chuckled and nodded. "That would be amusing."
"What happened to the Hufflepuff with the big…" Hermione made a motion in front of her chest, big and puffy which had Remus holding his sides with laughter.
"Apparently her knockers were desired by a Slytherin that was a better match than a blood traitor."
Hermione giggled, thinking of Sirius's obsession with breasts then looked back at Remus.
"Who is the lucky witch to be on your arm?"
She watched in amusement as Remus flushed bright red to his roots and cleared his throat. "Just a Ravenclaw." He said softly and refused to look Hermione in the eye.
"And what might this Ravenclaw's name be?"
He let out an exasperated sigh and glared down at Hermione who was grinning at him impishly. "Stop teasing me."
"Awww come on, love, don't be a stick in the mud. I have to give this girl a talking to so she doesn't hurt my darling brother."
"Your sentiment in wonderful, however I do not need a sisterly chat to my date. We have been acquaintances for a long time."
"Fine I won't protect your virtue-" Remus snorted loudly. "As I was saying," She continued slightly annoyed. "I was just looking out for you."
"And I appreciate it." Remus said sincerely and grabbed her hand tightly, turning her to face him. "It's only a date for the ball and you will be there, no doubt watching the entire time."
Hermione licked her suddenly dry lips. "Bellatrix Black is going to be there."
Remus's eyes widened in shock. "You don't think she'd-"
Hermione shook her head. "I don't think she'd try anything in front of the entire school and board of Governors; however we have to keep an eye on her. I don't want her or any other Death Eater's to get any of my boys alone."
"Do we know for sure if she's a Death Eater?"
Hermione quirked her brow then rolled her eyes. "Of course she is, I wouldn't be surprised if she's in bed with the Dark Lord."
"Hate to change the subject," Remus said with a smile. "But we're going to be late for breakfast."
"Your date's name?" Hermione asked and linked her arm with Remus as they headed back towards the school.
"Ansley Taylor, sixth year Ravenclaw."
"Good morning, Gentlemen," Hermione said politely to the Marauders who were shovelling food as if it were their last meal.
"Mrnng," Sirius mumbled with a full mouth of eggs. Peter nodded and smiled and James gave her a heated stare which was becoming the norm for him.
"Care to join us, Professor?" James asked and shuffled up the bench slightly, patting the empty spot.
"Thank you for the offer Mister Potter," Hermione sat down next to James and smiled, she could feel the heat coming off his body and the clean smell of his soap mixed with his cologne.
"How are you this fine morning, Professor Fenwick?" Sirius leaned back in his chair and grinned.
"I am in a wonderful mood thank you, Mister Black. Although I do have an ulterior motive for joining you this morning."
"Couldn't stay away from the most handsome wizard at Hogwarts?"
"Well, Peter was enticing but I came to speak to you, Sirius." Hermione grinned and gave Peter a wink, he was covering his mouth with his hand and shaking with silent laughter.
"Oi that's not very nice! You wound me!" He cried dramatically and held his hands over his chest in mock hurt.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Would you care to see me after, oh my gods!" She yelped and jumped in her seat as warm fingers gripped her thigh tightly.
"Alright, Professor?" James asked with a devious grin. "You seem a little flushed." She glared at him angrily as his hand moved further up her thigh and ran along the elastic of her knickers.
"I'm FINE!" She squeaked and cleared her throat, her light pink flush turning red as his fingers ran along her upper thigh. "Fine thank you, Mister Potter, just feeling a little warm."
"Well you're looking hot," James said softly, drawing amused glances from his three friends.
"Sirius, will you come to my office after class today?" Hermione coughed and shifted her leg, she heard James snort under his breath and tighten his grip, even as his thumb drew lazy circles on her thigh.
"Sure, Professor." Sirius grinned.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I must join my fellow Professors before the Headmaster blows a fuse."
She smoothed down her skirt, making sure to give James a hard pinch on the arm and left the boys to their laughter.
"Hermione!" She groaned as she heard the heavy pounding feet behind her, turning around it was the last person she wanted to see on a start to such a good day.
"Good morning, Professor Slughorn." She said politely and opened her office door, allowing the red faced teacher to enter before her. "What can I do for you, Sir?"
"Hermione, dear please call me Horace, we are colleagues after all." He patted her on the back then sat comfortably in the chair at her teachers desk.
"What can I help you with, Horace?"
This was the first time Hermione had witnessed the usually jovial teacher looking anything but. His eyes were narrowed and he had a calculating look on his face and for the first time she saw why he was the consummate Slytherin.
"My dear, you need to watch where you step, you are likely to offend someone"
Hermione glared angrily. "And just where have I been stepping that is so offensive?"
Hermione felt her blood chill at the smile Horace gave her. "You know Tom Riddle was in the Slug Club in his day." He told her matter of factly.
"Is that so, and should that be of significance to me?" She asked curtly, her fingers curling around the cool smooth wood of her wand.
"I keep in contact with a lot of my ex students, dear. I think if you change your views and quickly you might find yourself on the right side of the impending war."
"I don't go about changing my loyalties, Professor. And I would ask you to kindly leave, lest you wish to fall prey to a few nasty curses."
Horace smiled chillingly again and nodded his head. "As you wish, Hermione," He stood so close she could smell his breath, it was tainted with elf wine and smelt slightly rancid. "The offer is always open, Professor Fenwick should you feel the need to change your pretty mind."
He ran his wrinkled fingers down her arm and she clenched her jaw, turning away from his leer.
With a quick twist her wand was pressed tightly under his throat and she almost laughed at the shocked expression on his face.
"Touch my person again, Slughorn and you won't have any fingers left to brew your precious potions."
"N-no need for violence, Hermione," He stuttered as her wand dug painfully into his jugular.
"Tell your friends if they dare threaten me, whether it be in person or via a third person they will return to Tom Riddle in a matchbox."
He nodded curtly and backed away slowly. "You've got balls, Fenwick, I'll give you that. However don't think for a moment that your Marauders will get away as easily."
Hermione aimed her wand and whispered a curse as Slughorn hightailed it out of her classroom, his startled squeak proof enough that she had hit her mark.
"Dipsy!" Hermione shouted and grabbed a accio'ed a silver vial.
"Yes, Mistress?"
"I need you to deliver this to Headmaster Dumbledore, no one else is to see you or delay you. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Mistress." The little elf bowed its head as Hermione held her wand to her temple and withdrew a silvery strand of memory and placed it in the vial.
"Go quickly." She sunk down heavily in her chair and rested her head on the table while awaiting her seventh years. That had certainly been a surprise to the young witch; Horace Slughorn in her time was happy kind wizard. Although there had always been speculation as to why he'd have the knowledge of Horcruxes and willingly pass it on to Tom Riddle. She had never thought for a moment he might have actually been in leagues with the dark army, the most common theory was that he'd been attacked with a potent Imperio and forced into giving the information, but now she knew otherwise.
"Settle down!" Hermione ordered from the front of the class as the seventh years filed in noisily. "Sit down now!"
Remus watched her carefully, he could feel the tension and anxiety rolling off her in waves and that was thanks to his wolf senses. Their blood bond gave him even more, discomfort, anger, disgust and a little smugness which he couldn't understand.
"Today is your final class before NEWTs," A cheer went up in the class and Hermione allowed herself a small smile. "Alright calm down. I have one last test for you today and we'll be practising your Patronus'. I've gone over your former Professor's notes and you've known how to cast since your sixth year so this should be a walk in the park for most of you."
Hermione unsheathed her wand and smiled. "Unlike our other evaluations, we will be working in complete silence. You need to prepare your happiest memory and get yourself into a state of emotional contentment, before casting your charm."
Hermione quickly transfigured the desks into cushions and gestured for them to sit.
"Concentrate on your memory. I will give you two minutes."
She walked slowly around the class, taking in the various expressions on the students faces. As expected Sirius had his eyes closed and was smirking smugly, Peter also had a small smile on his face and Remus, well his grin was positively sinful. James was licking his lips slowly as his happiest memory surfaced and she felt a twinge of jealousy that perhaps it wasn't about her.
The Slytherins were the most interesting of the group, Snape was sneering with his eyes closed, clearly his memory wasn't anything pleasurable. Judging by the previous teacher's notes on the wizard he'd never been able to produce a corporeal patronus, only wisps of smoke and she knew he'd never been able to manage it even in their own time.
Rodolphus Lestrange was smirking maliciously, his eyes open and glinting at his Professor. She felt a shiver of fear run down her spine as he ran his finger over his lip, she felt naked under his fierce eyes and wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face.
"Alright times up. Everyone stand and point your wands to the opposite side of the room. You know the incantation and wand movements, we have an hour to practice so let's get…" She was cut off as the tall, bearded wizard burst into the room. "Professor Fenwick! A moment please."
Dumbledore ignored the various gasps from around the room and seemed disgruntled that the glass was shocked to see him in the classroom.
"Start practicing your charms, I shan't be long." She gave the class a reassuring smile and followed the headmaster out of the door, leaving it open a crack so she could still keep an eye on her class.
"What is it, Headmaster?"
"I received your information from the house elf." Dumbledore stated and stroked his long beard thoughtfully as he watched the young witch.
"And?"
"And it was surprising to say the least. More so the fact that my Potions Master is currently slithering around the hospital wing, while Madam Pomfrey searches for a cure."
Hermione snorted loudly and covered her mouth as a loud guffaw threatened to escape her lips. "He deserved it."
"I fail to see the humour, Hermione, Horace cannot remain upright, the lower half of his body is a giant flobberworm."
Hermione threw her head back and laughed gaily, just the image of Horace Slughorn with a human upper body and a flobberworm bottom half had her bent over in stitches as laughter wracked her small body.
"You will fix him," Dumbledore hissed and grabbed her upper arms as she laughed.
"I shan't!" She said indignantly and shucked off his hands. "He manhandled me and look where that got him!" She spat. "I won't return him to normal until after Graduation where I know he won't be informing his little pals of our discussion."
"Professor…" His voice held a chilling warning but she shook her head resolutely.
"You know how dangerous he is," She whispered quietly. "You saw the memory, you know who he is in league with."
"I know that but we cannot transfigure everyone we disagree with."
"I won't be putting him back until after Graduation." She repeated.
"Very well, I'll put him in an induced sleep until then." She was shocked that Albus let her get away with it so easily and smiled as she inched her way back towards the classroom.
"Anything else, Albus?"
The old wizard sighed and shook his head. "I trust your class is on its way to be prepared for NEWTs?"
"Indeed they are, Albus," She pushed open the door and stood halfway inside, snickering softly as the class scrambled to resume their earlier positions. "Would you care to oversee?"
"No thank you, Hermione I have a professor to charm."
"Mister Black!" Hermione called out after a successful revision class. "Stay behind please."
"See you boys later," Sirius winked at Remus who grinned and hurried off after James and Peter. "Yes, Professor how can I help you?"
He sat on the edge of her desk smirking, and Hermione couldn't help but notice just how handsome he was. He certainly had the aristocratic Black jaw and nose, but those wicked glinting blue eyes and the soft full lips were all his own.
"Professor?" She shook her head quickly and stared up into the knowing smile of Sirius who was leaning in towards her and swinging his legs back and forth.
"Uh yes sorry, Sirius." She smiled and cleared her throat. "We've gotten a little closer over the last few months, haven't we?" She tipped her head slightly to the side and smiled charmingly.
Sirius swallowed thickly while his eyes got much wider. "Um yes, yes we have, I think."
She smiled and placed her hand over his, liking the way his fingers jumped slightly and that quick gasp of breath. "I was wondering if you would be my partner…Ah!" She was cut of as with a cry Sirius suddenly fell off her desk. She dropped to her knees beside him, taking his head in her hands. "Sirius! Are you hurt?"
"No…no I'm fine." He sat up, looking embarrassed as he tried to smirk at her concerned face. "What were you going to say?"
"I was wondering if you would accompany me to the Graduation Ball."
It had been a long three days and she was desperate to see James. They hadn't spent the night together since Tuesday and all Hermione wanted was to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him soundly.
"Professor!" She heard four voices cry and she squinted towards the sky, seeing four wizards hovering on their brooms only a few metres from where she stood.
"Good afternoon, I was wondering if I could borrow Mister Potter for a little while?" Their brooms hovered lower so she could see them all grinning mischievously at her.
"Well we were going to have a game of Quidditch," Sirius said then shook his head sadly. "But if you reallllly need him then we could be persuaded."
"Shut up, Padfoot," James stared at Hermione with unbridled desire and need. He too had been feeling lost and lonely without her beside him at night and wanted to yank her onto his broom and fly off.
"Mister Potter, there's some wildflowers that need to be picked on the other side of the lake, would you care to join me?"
With a muffled screech she was laying across James' lap and he was speeding towards the lake. "James!" She cried. "What are you doing?"
She wiggled in his lap and he tightened his hold. "Keep still, little one," He ordered. "I don't want to drop you."
"We could have walked!" She protested and felt the broom start to make its descent towards the ground. She could see the lake coming closer and closer and squeezed her eyes shut tightly.
"You can open your eyes now," She could hear the smirk in his voice and didn't bother asking how he knew she had her eyes closed.
"Are we on the ground?"
"Yes, love," He replied and lifted her under the arms to help her off the broom, chuckling when he saw her eyes clamped firmly shut. Even her fists were clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white as she breathed heavily.
"Hey…" James said softly and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his hard chest. "I didn't mean to frighten you. I just wanted to be alone."
"You know I can't stand brooms," She whispered and finally opened her eyes, staring up at her lover's concerned gaze and stroking his cheek gently.
"I missed you," His voice was deep and husky and he cupped her face tenderly. "My love three whole days without you and I thought I would go crazy."
"Miss the sex?" She asked with a grin, but he certainly didn't miss the slight hitch to her voice or the uncertain gleam in her eye.
"I missed you, little one, missed your smile, your touch, your kisses. The sex doesn't matter that much to me and although it's more than nice," His lips quirked into a devious grin as his lips moved closer to hers. "Waking up with your hair in my mouth, your hand on my chest. Gods, I love you."
Hermione felt like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs as he moved within a hair of her mouth. "I missed you too, James. Now are you going to kiss me or just stand there staring at me?"
He chuckled and his breath ghosted across her lips before he took her mouth in a searing, demanding kiss, his fingers curling into her hair and holding her steady as his tongue ravaged her willing mouth.
"Don't stay away from me that long again," He panted, breaking their kiss and slowly lowering her to the grassy banks of the lake. "I can't stand being without you for so long."
"James…" She moaned as her back hit the grass and his body covered hers. "I promise ohhhhhhh…" Her back arched as his hardness came in contact with her womanhood. "Need you!" She cried and grabbed his face, bringing their mouths together again and thrusting her tongue into his heat.
"Mmmmmm…" He moaned and thrust his hips forward as she wrapped her legs around his waist, their mouths joined and kissing fiercely.
"Get your pants off!" She growled, causing him to chuckle but still push his pants down hurriedly while she pushed her own down. "In me, please!" She was scrabbling at him desperately, needing to feel him inside her, touching her.
"Gods, I need you," He panted and roughly spread her legs wide, falling forward and thrusting inside her tight wet heat. They both gasped at the sudden contact, not letting a second go by before he began thrusting against her, hard and fast on the shores of the great lake.
"Love you- oh gods, James, I love you!" She gripped his arse with her hands and bit down on his shoulder as he fucked her wildly, his smooth globes clenching with each rough thrust inside her.
"Oh little one- Merlin you're beautiful, love you so much, need you too much, can't live without you!" Each word punctured by a desperate thrust inside her soaking passage.
"YES!" Hermione screeched and bit down hard on James's shoulder as she climaxed, her pussy wrapping around him like a vice and forcing his own violent orgasm. He threw his head back and roared her name as her pussy was filled with his hot wet seed.
"Great Merlin," Hermione panted and kissed along his jaw to his mouth which she kissed slowly and passionately, her tongue seeking out his and engaging in a dance as old as time.
"I love you, little one, that was amazing." He broke their kiss to nuzzle her neck tenderly. "We should head back to the castle."
"Stay inside me for a bit longer, love?" She said softly and stroked his sweaty back. "I love you."
Chapter End Notes:
holds sides from laughing a flobberworm! sorry hehe that was another bright idea from my beautiful wickedswanz and one of our late night brainstorming sessions...wiki got alot of hits that nights for magical creatures :D I've always believed thatHorace Slughorn was more than meets the eye, it was just too easy that he would alter his own memories. not to mention he would have to be pretty clever to do it :D now who wanta a sneak peek?
"Ohhh that's quite a nasty burn you've got there." She ran her fingertips over his wrist to where his hand was burnt from the skrewts. "Want me to fix you up?"
His pout got more pronounced yet she could see the corners of his mouth beginning to quirk as he tried to stay in his sulk. "What does fixing me up entail?" Those devilish blue eyes glinted with mischief as she tenderly touched the edge of his burnt skin.
"Get your mind out of the gutter," She scolded but kept smiling, grateful that he was bantering with her, definitely a sign that he wasn't too badly injured. "I wouldn't have laughed at you had I known you were injured, love."
