1"Behind Closed Doors" By Meg

I don't own Harry Potter…I simply enjoy using the characters conjured up J.K. Rowling for my own sweet pleasure.

Pairing: Hermione/Ron and Hermione/Mystery man (okay, the cat's out of the bag. It's Remus.)

A/N: I usually write chapters to songs, and I feel that listening to the song helps to better feel the flow that the song has established, so...from now on, I will list the song below.

Song: "The Hand that Feeds", "Ring finger", "Zero-sum", "The Fragile" and "Deep" by Nine Inch Nails. Yes, I'm on a NIN kick...I don't know why.

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As the fireplaces of greater London flashed before Remus's eyes, each one giving a strobe light-like snippet of the lives going on in that particular house, Remus's thoughts were focused solely on Hermione. The cooled flames licked up on his body like the flaming desire her felt for Hermione, body and soul. With each passing second, he grew more and more annoyed with her. Her job was taxing, yes. She worked long hours, yes. She had a husband, yes. In the past, however, she'd traded time with those things for him. He thought she'd rather spend her time with him. He thought, but didn't know. Not knowing was killing him.

Remus closed his eyes, brows pulled down in a scowl. He was trying desperately to control his temper, to control the beastly feeling of rage that seemed to grow with each breath he took. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. He told himself to breathe, to let out the anger each time he let out his breath, Instead, the anger just seemed to settle in his stomach, cramping his muscles into a tight ball. He could feel it coming on. He could feel the human "fight or flight" mechanism kicking in and settling on "fight". He knew himself very well, and the werewolf he was barely concealing had already begun to capitalize on his blossoming anger.

The tiny reasoning voice in his mind had grown quiet. Moments before, the voice had whispered that Hermione did what she could. She always does her best. The animalistic growls were drowning out reason. Drowning out what little man was left in Remus. Suddenly, Hermione's best was not enough. Remus wanted more. He was more than discontented with not being at the head of Hermione's thoughts, wants and needs.

When he reopened his eyes, the sight that he was greeted with infuriated him. He could almost feel the werewolf peeking out, despite the full moon being a week away. A snarl rose up on his lips, and his fingers wrapped tight into a fist. His wand would not do, now. He needed the satisfaction on causing pain with his bare hands.

Ron was laid out on the carpet, still mostly clothed. Obviously, Hermione had been desperate to get to him. His shirt had been tugged up and hastily thrown open, pants merely unzipped and pulled down just enough to give her access to him. Hermione rode him hard, body rising and falling, rocking and grinding to the pace of her hitched breathing and tiny pantings. Her nude body was flushed and sheened with sweat. She'd dug her fingers into the fabric of his undershirt with her head lolled back, moaning his name. With a slight growl, Ron lifted his hips, holding her's to his lap with his long fingers digging into her supple flesh. He thrust madly into her accepting body, and when he'd finally reached that point, dropped back onto the floor, eyes held close.

"Mmmmm...Ronald..." She cooed, tracing a circle onto his chest. She stood, dripping with his fluids, and walked through the open doorway into the next room. Ron had still not opened his eyes, moving only to zip his open slacks and button them.

"Bloody hell, 'Mione...what got into you?" He asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"You, obviously." She giggled from the other room, and stepped through the door again. Her naked form revealed she had two glasses of wine and red hand prints on her hips. She also had a shocked, horrified look on her face.

"What? What?" Ron asked quickly, looking at her with concern-laced eyes.

When Hermione's gaze didn't leave the fireplace, Ron looked over. His eyes met those of a shrouded Remus Lupin, face painted with the deepest of snarls. Remus took one step out of the fireplace, shaking down soot and ash. To Hermione, he almost looked like Lucifer emerging from the gates of Hell itself. Ron did a double take from Remus to Hermione, and stood. He backed in front of Hermione to cover her.

"Hermione, put some clothes on. Obviously something's wrong." He said, looking over his shoulder at his wife. "Hey, mate, long time no see..." He said to Remus, plastering his face with a smile.

It was obvious to Remus that Ron had no idea as to what was going on or why Remus Lupin would show up in his living room unannounced. His cheeks were flushed a deep pink, knowing Remus had surely seen more than just a naked Hermione coming back from the kitchen. Remus's eyes followed Hermione and her panicked eyes as she ducked away to get clothing. There was very little, if any, love behind his amber irises at that moment. Remus wanted to cry. Why had he expected all love-making between Hermione and Ron to cease merely because he now had Hermione some of the time? Hermione was still married, and still not his. Not entirely, at least. Remus's anger boiled in his skull as he thought back, seeing the emblazoned love-making he had just witnessed. There had been so much passion, so much absolute need for each other's flesh. It sickened him.

"Yes. Long time." Remus exhaled after a long moment of silence and uncomfortableness on Ron's part. "Having fun, were you?" He said, eyes darting from the hallway where Hermione had disappeared to Ron's eyes suddenly. The eye contact made Ron jump slightly.

"A little." Ron said, blushing. He covered his cheeks with his hand and looked to the floor. "How much did you see, Lupin?"

"Enough." Remus spoke that harsh word directly to Hermione's face as she reentered the room, wearing a long t-shirt and old, faded muggle jeans. She swallowed hard, and tried to signal him to calm down, eyes desperate.

"What brings you, Remus?" She said, stepping forward and hugging him rather lightly. Instead of letting her go when she attempted to break the hug, he pulled her close. Wrapping his hands quickly around her narrow waist, he forced her to his body. He buried his nose into her hair, at the crook of her neck and let his hand slide to cup her under the curve of her rear. His eyes never broke contact with Ron, but the look in them had gone from angered to menacing.

"Remus!" She tried to yelp, but his firm grasp was forcing the air out of her lungs. She wrenched her hands up against his chest to push away, but found herself crushed more tightly to him.

"What are you doing to my wife?!" Ron ejaculated from across the small gap.

"Anything I like." Remus replied calmly.

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Don't hate me for making Remus's character a little more dark...I feel its necessary to achieve the ends I'm going for. (I'd be a Slytherin, after all. Hehe)

Please R& R,

Meagan