A/N's:
In this chapter, Hermione is not a Marauder and is part of the Golden Trio
REQUEST: Beneeta requested a chapter where Hermione and Remus get it on and are caught in the act by Harry and Ron
Episode 43
It's Not What It Looks Like
Summary: In which Harry and Ron catch their best friend in the act with their DADA professor
For their seventh year, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were pleased to note that Remus Lupin returned to the staff table. Dumbledore offered him his old position after Umbridge finally found herself kicked out on her arse, and Trich – their sixth year professor – attempted to molest an unwilling third year in detention. The supposed curse no longer existed, so Remus was expected to have the job for quite a while.
Hermione acted especially pleased to hear this, much to Harry's and Ron's amusement. They teased her about having a crush, to which she scolded them appropriately and attempted to hide the red that now colored her cheeks.
Of course, neither of her friends knew about her relationship with Remus, starting the previous year. Due to her time-turner in third year, she was actually nineteen now and had been seventeen then. Remus was hesitant, with good reason, as was she, but people can only stave an attraction for so long before desires grow completely out of hand and explode in their faces.
In fifth year, she'd fought for werewolf rights, discovering a small organization and joining quickly. Remus happened to have overheard about the organization and went to check them out, touched that people actually took the initiative to fight for his kind. He'd been surprised to see Hermione among them, as it was summer vacation and not yet time for her to arrive at the Burrow.
After that, they spent more time together until they could finish the others thoughts. With each moment they spent together, their attraction grew. Hermione and Remus knew the other was attracted to them, neither was stupid nor naïve enough to think their foolish imaginations had simply taken control. Plus, a nose doesn't lie, and Remus' enhanced sense of smell picked up arousal whenever Hermione was near him. As for Hermione's discovery,...Well, Remus could only hide the bulge in his pants for so long.
Now that they were an official couple, only a select few knew about it for obvious reasons. They agreed to keep it under wraps until she graduated, never mind she would turn nineteen in a few short weeks and was perfectly legal by both Muggle and Wizarding law to be with a man of any age she so desired – so long as she didn't do anything sexual with them should they be younger than eighteen themselves.
Dumbledore knew, but all he'd done was remind them that no professor unaware of their relationship should catch them in the act. Otherwise, it could make for a messy situation. Remus would be found innocent of course, even if the Ministry somehow managed to involve itself, but it would be messy nonetheless. No one wanted that.
Luckily, only two professors at the table this year knew nothing of their relationship. The surely Snape, but who really wanted to tell him anything?, and Hagrid. Hermione wouldn't have minded Hagrid knowing, but she knew he'd slip and say something to someone who didn't know, and that would just cause a whole new barrage of problems altogether. So, best to keep it from even him.
"Earth to Hermione!" Harry called, waving a hand in her face. Hermione glared at the offending appendage and pushed it away, biting into her roll as she gave him a look that clearly said 'what!?' "We've been calling you for five minutes now. You didn't answer."
"Yeah," Ron agreed amusedly, "you were too busy staring at Lupin. What? Don't tell me you've really gotta crush on him." Ron made a tsking noise and shook his head. "Honestly, Hermione, I thought you were above such frivolous things as having a crush on a professor. Seems a bit...childish, doesn't it?"
"Ron!" Hermione shrieked, glaring at the redhead. She resisted the urge to simply lunge across the table and strangle her so-called friend. Harry laughed at the scene while those around them merely shook their heads amusedly and ignored the trio. They were used to this after all.
Ron laughed at the expression on her face, waving his hand in a placating manner. "Calm down, calm down. I was only joking. Psh, like you would ever get a crush on a professor, especially Lupin! He's Harry's godfather, that would just be...weird."
Harry and Ron both made a face, and Hermione smiled uneasily. Ron (Hermione never thought she'd say this) was right. It would be weird, and that was why she and Remus waited for graduation. Maybe, by some minuscule chance, they wouldn't find it as weird once they were out of school.
She looked back to the staff table to see Remus staring intently at her. He blushed faintly when he realized he'd been caught and returned to his chat with the oblivious Flitwick about some charm or another. Hermione blushed as well and turned back to her friends, joining in the laughter and chatter. Weird or not, she needed Remus and he needed her. She knew that tonight, despite all risks, they would have to meet.
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The feel of his hands on her body, his tongue in her mouth, and his love surrounding her nearly sent Hermione over the edge the moment she entered his private chambers, hidden behind a stone wall in the DADA classroom. Hell, just seeing him working in a classroom, excited to be helping students and doing something he loved, ignoring the Slytherins prejudice comments but looking quite touched when a student from another house stood up for him, was enough to nearly send her over the edge.
He'd been teasing her all day, and she knew she'd been teasing him too. It wasn't that either had done anything particularly seductive in class, but the mere sight of each other and inability to touch was enough to make them crazy with desire. The myth about bookworms having a kinky side held more truth than some people realized, and the teacher/student kink was a classic. The fact they really were student and teacher only added more fuel to the flame.
They kissed deeply, tongues battling for dominance (though Remus was the dominant, and Hermione loved it that way) as they tore at each other's clothes. Hermione wore her school uniform, just to tease him more, and to keep up with the act of a student innocently going to ask her professor a question.
She hadn't stood a chance. Once she entered the classroom, Remus pulled her into his private quarters and they'd been there ever since. Hermione hoped things would turn out that way.
She felt her bra slide to the floor, along with her shirt, and she moaned as Remus lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he walked them to the bed, falling carelessly to the soft mattress. Hermione felt her breath leave her momentarily, but she laughed once she had it back and pulled him into another kiss.
So into it were they, they didn't hear the door opening until it was too late.
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Harry desperately wanted to talk to Remus tonight. The werewolf now stayed with Sirius, and he wanted to know how the doggish man was. Of course, he also wanted to know about Remus' well-being. The anti-werewolf sentiment had grown stronger the past few months, but more and more people were starting to fight for the lycanthropes. He knew Nymphadora Tonks, Sirius' younger cousin and the Auror with a crush on Remus, had joined the fight.
He also knew the metamorphmagus started to spend more time with Remus. He'd heard all about it in a letter from Sirius. He wondered if they'd started a relationship yet, as that was the only reason he could understand for the obviously amused tone in Sirius' letter. He could practically feel his godfather's laughter with each word he wrote, though the letter wasn't at all one that spoke and been a simple written note.
Ron accompanied Harry due to the fact he had nothing better to do. The start of term meant little to no homework, not that the redhead would do it until last minute anyway, and so he'd agreed to tag along. Remus was a friend of his too after all, and Hermione already said she had something she wanted to ask the lycan earlier. It would be a reunion of sorts for the quartet.
They pushed the door open, disregarding the age-old knocking rule. Remus wouldn't mind, they knew, and he'd invited them to come down whenever they wanted – so long as it was pre-curfew hours. He didn't need them getting into trouble because of him.
Not spotting him, Harry walked over to the seemingly normal stone wall. Remus told him before that the wall was actually a door to his chambers and by tapping his wand a certain way, not unlike the entrance to Diagon Alley, he would be introduced to the werewolf's living quarters.
The stone moved to reveal a plain but cozy living room of sorts. The two boys smiled and walked inside, figuring Remus to be talking to Hermione in the bedroom. The two often escaped to his or her bedroom at Grimmauld Place and chatted about books all the time. They said the privacy kept the imbeciles (namely anyone who didn't like to read) out of their conversation and allowed them to carry on in peace. Sirius also seemed highly amused by this response when Harry asked why they always left to one or the other's room.
Ron did the honors of opening the bedroom door, letting it bang on the wall. The two boys entered, laughing softly about a joke they'd been talking about on the way here. Their laughter petered off as they turned to the bed, eyes widening when they recognized the two forms lying there, staring at them in horror, bare to the world – save Hermione's skirt, which was pushed around her waist.
"Er...This isn't what it looks like?" she said hesitantly, smiling nervously at her two best friends.
"Oh, okay then," Harry said slowly. He closed the door and turned away, eyes wide and a shocked expression on his face. Ron followed, silent now, his mind whirring about the implications of this.
"I guess Tonks and Remus aren't a couple after all," he said to Harry, clapping his friend on the shoulder. Harry nodded mutely.
Well, at least now he knew why Sirius always seemed so amused.
END
A/N's:
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, at least not in this story (I know I did in Padfoot and Moonstar), but I like to think of all the Marauders (minus Peter, but that's a detail I just have to deal with) as Harry's godparents. I think that if they were all as good of friends as the books make them out to be, no matter how close Sirius and James particularly were, James would want all of his friends to be godparents to Harry.
