It hadn't escaped the British Undersecretary for Foreign Magical Affairs that she might be on the receiving end of an extravagant awakening on the special day planned for her by her best friend's godson. Instead, Hermione Granger woke by herself with a yawn, after an exceedingly frustrating night of restless sleep, to find that it was already midmorning, and felt disappointed that she'd been all left alone on her sad farce of a wedding anniversary. As she brushed her teeth and got herself dressed, she heard a light knock on her door and waved it open with her wand from the washroom.
"You'll need to tell me what kind of attire I need to wear today," she said casually to Teddy as he handed her a large plastic cup filled with coffee and ice. As of now he could see that she was clad only in a light blue nightgown, and if it was a bit revealing so early in the morning, then she reveled in its forbidden nature.
"Dress for tea," he said casually, as he tossed her an unused 'Viva Las Vegas' shirt from her heretofore untouched gift bag. "Keep that around just in case, and wear jeans."
"Why don't you pick out a pair for me," Hermione remarked flirtatiously to the young man from the bathroom, examining the mess of her hair in the mirror. If she was overtly coming on to him, then she didn't care, because this was her day to indulge, and act selfishly for once. Teddy obediently ruffled through her luggage, spending less time than she would have expected browsing through a collection which included her many of her more intimate garments.
"Want me to stick around to make sure they fit," he dared her.
"Shoo, prat." Not yet, not so early, not while she was sober, not before she'd done her hair and makeup and looked halfway proper.
"Don't bother getting too ready," Teddy remarked on his way out the door, as if reading her mind. "It's not going to be a ballroom dancing sort of day, not that I didn't enjoy the other night."
Half an hour later she was ready. Calling Teddy back into her room, she looked expectantly at him, half expecting and half wishing that he'd cut through the pretense and throw her down onto her bed right here and right now, screw whatever reservations he'd already made for the day. His young eyes certainly possessed that predatory look when he took her into his arms and kissed her with the familiarity of an established couple, her heart skipping a beat as she marveled how used she was by now to was the touch of his body and his lips. There was something so casual about the way they kissed that seemed to brush away the last dustings of whatever remained in the platonic phase of their relationship. Again, he pulled away too quickly for her tastes, and looked at her expectantly.
"You have the Floo powder?"
She tossed in the ingredients, and placing his hands over her ears (Merlin, even that innocuous action felt so intimate), Teddy uttered the words to their destination for the day. Hermione emerged in a grand lobby, looked up and around at the rustic log ceilings and hunting plagues adorning the walls, and then at the massive open windows which broadcasted to her giant, turquoise colored jagged mountains overlooking as crystal blue a lake she had ever seen.
"Toto, we're not in Vegas anymore."
"Toto?"
"Before your time," she replied, oddly no longer no longer feeling so old when voicing ancient references to her younger companion. "Teddy this is fantastic. Where are we?"
"The Prince of Wales Hotel," he answered with glib satisfaction, "in the Canadian Rockies. And we're just in time for brunch."
As they cut their teeth on the delectable sandwiches and plethora of colorful macarons and other pastries, Hermione wondered how Teddy had been able to obtain a front seat table astride some of the most spectacular scenery her eyes had ever witnessed. It was a Monday, she reasoned, and perhaps still early in the American tourist season, but either way she was not in any place to complain.
"I have to say," Hermione admitted, "this was not what I'd been expecting at all. You really outdid yourself Teddy."
"'Nana loved watching Muggle nature documentaries," he explained, ecstatic and doing his best to hide his excitement once it became clear that Hermione approved of his efforts. "I just closed my eyes and thought of the most beautiful places I could remember from them...and voila."
As she reached for the last slice of sandwich, he caught her fingers and, slyly running his eyes across the dining room to make sure no one was watching, stole her hand and brought it up to his mouth, taking just the tips of her two fingers between his tongue and upper lip. Hermione giggled, both glad and ruing how the young man could make her feel so much younger than her advanced years.
"What's next," she asked intriguingly. "Don't tell me you booked one of the rooms here." That would be too extravagant, especially for the budget she had in mind, though Hermione supposed she would wait at least a full day to complain.
"I wouldn't presume," he responded to the contrary, "to dictate our lodgings for the night actually." His soft eyes turned towards the extravagant vistas just beyond them past the plate glass windows. "There's a nice hike up to a lake from here I thought we could do..."
"Umm hmmm," Hermione voiced as she chewed her turkey sandwich. As wonderful as a hike sounded, she felt too full for such a strenuous outing just now. Not with one of the magical advertisements catching her eye while they had been waiting for their table. "I hope you aren't too wedded to your plans, Teddy."
"It's your day, my lady," he bowed deferentially to her from his seat across the table. "Whatever my lady decides, I shall oblige...so long as we still make our dinner reservation."
"I think we can manage it. The broom rental office they have here, I thought it wouldn't be a bad idea; we can see all the Rockies, not just one lake."
Teddy frowned. "I thought you didn't like flying."
"It's not my favorite thing to do," she admitted. "But we're not talking Quidditch or death defying wars, just a calm and romantic flyover over the Canadian Rockies that small children can even manage."
Did she just say the word romantic out loud? Did Teddy notice it? Were neither of them surprised anymore by how open and unabashedly forward they were with each other at this point? Because the prospect of romance had been intrinsic to Teddy's offer to spend her anniversary with her, and Hermione's unhesitating acceptance of it meant an unquestioning acknowledgement of the same.
"But the hike's supposed to be really pretty." He was pouting a little, apparently put off by her rejection of his idea, and when he did so, it made him look younger than his age (correction, Hermione, it makes him look exactly his age), which made her feel all the more uncomfortable for allowing whatever it was between them to continue simmering. Given the choice, Hermione chose to ignore it and press forward.
"They have a luxury double broom option, you know," she said with a wink. "Fits two on one, looked very cozy."
To be honest Hermione really did not want to go trudging on her feet in the mountains today. Not that she disliked hiking as a generality, but apparently Teddy Lupin thought that the pair of rather tight jeans he'd picked out for her were more than adequate for the strenuous activity. Nor would her flimsy sneakers do, for the matter.
A devious grin grew on the boy's face. "Well, why didn't you say that sooner?"
The young man was duly eager for their next activity by the time they received their rental broom from an exceedingly polite Canadian elf. "Are you comfortable enough to take the lead," Hermione teased.
"You bet," Teddy agreed eagerly, climbing on the double wide broomstick first, followed by Hermione, who clung on tightly behind him. Hoping that the incredible sensation of her breasts pressed upon his back the next few hours would not prove too fatal a distraction, Teddy maneuvered the broom up into the air and followed the transparent flight lines that marked the suggested course of their trip.
First they swung through the American portion of the park, crossing over the border and back as they swerved and weaved through impossibly jagged mountains and unworldly glacial tarns, Teddy swooping low on purpose so that their feet practically touched the freezing waters. Then, back north as they followed the frozen and serrated spine of the North American continent, where the snow and glaciers thickened, the roads and tourists lessened below, and wilderness took over.
"Look, a grizzly," Hermione pointed out, savoring both the grandiose views and the sensation of having a constant excuse to grope at her young companion's firm body. Pretty soon her wildlife observations became redundant, and they lost track of all the bears and wolves and moose and the occasional Canadian Greyback dragon they saw curled up in a deep ravine or crevice. Eventually they felt the presence of more Muggles, indicating that they'd arrived at the world famous Banff park.
"Look at all those suckers waiting in line," Teddy remarked, as he flew their shared broom in circles around the world famous Lake Louise and practically in the face of the hundreds of unsuspecting Muggle tourists lined up to take photos of themselves in front of the renowned landmark.
"You mean all the suckers who had to hike to see the lake," Hermione japed back at him.
"Ugh," she heard him moan in front of her. "Remind me to never get into an argument with you Hermione."
"Au contraire, please do so more, I enjoy winning arguments." To assuage his fragile male ego, she nuzzled her nose at the back of his neck, kissing it and then licked playfully at his earlobe. He shuddered in response, almost losing control of the broom and plummeting them into a group of Muggle tourists. "Careful, you almost killed us there!"
"Are you saying that loving me is deadly, Granger?"
"In more than one way," she grumbled, not failing to notice the casual way he dropped that 'L' word in front of her. "Kill us both, and I won't be able to devour you tonight. What a shame that will be."
The tempting thought was enough inducement for Teddy to fly much more conservatively through the rest of the afternoon. Past yet another wave of incredibly crooked mountains, he brought them down into the small tourist village of Jasper. Dropping their broom off at the edge of town, Hermione accompanied her date through the western themed downtown, noting the many buildings which seemed to sport a Swiss chalet style architecture in the rough mimicry that North Americans apparently loved to build in reference to the Old World.
"Elevation, by Jacques," the young man announced proudly as he led her to one of the fancier, new age buildings on the edge of downtown. "The highest rated restaurant in all the Canadian Rockies.
"Oh Teddy, this is a very upscale establishment." Hermione ran her hands through her hair nervously, the wind from all the flying had undone all her hard work from the morning, reducing her mane to the bushy, uncontrollable tangles of which she'd been known for back in her early years at Hogwarts. She whispered to him quietly as the waiter led them to their table. "I think we're underdressed for a place like this." Dead eyes from mounted bear heads and elk and deer and foxes stared down disquietingly at them.
"The reservation's good," Teddy replied uncaringly. "So's our money, so if they don't like us, they can shove it."
Indeed, they attracted their share of glances askew from the highbrow diners, and Hermione wasn't sure whether it was due to their attire or mismatched pairing. They had been careful to walk separately in town, the sober tourist village a far cry from the drunken and anonymous anarchy of Las Vegas even on a Sunday night. Ignoring the looks, Hermione reviewed the menu, only to make a face she saw matching Teddy's when she glanced across their table.
"Elk, bison, raw this, raw that," he said skeptically.
"I'm so tired of steak," Hermione added, fingering one of the few menu items which looked acceptable to her. "Everything on here just looks so...so heavy. I suppose I could just get the vegan stir fry."
"Hmm. You and me both."
As they both continued to deliberate unenthusiastically through the menu, Hermione awaited impatiently the waiter to return with at least some water, considering how parched she was after such a long time in the sky. It almost felt like they were being deliberately snubbed, likely due to the fact that they were the least formally dressed diners in the restaurants. The youngest too, most of their fellow patrons looked to be the retired type, or the rich Muggle magnate not dissimilar to the Cowboy, accompanied by a society wife resembling the likes of Teddy's great-aunt Narcissa.
"Want to play hookey," Hermione said with a devious smile when the waiter walked by their table for the fourth time unattended.
"Hookey?"
"That brewery two blocks away looks a lot more lively." One last look at their server, who was seemed glued to his Muggle phone at the moment. "I doubt they'll notice if we skip off."
She found herself giggling like a schoolgirl by the time she and Teddy joyfully snuck out the front door, and resisted the urge make out with him on the open street on the short walk to the brewery. Teddy continued to wince at the bitter IPA he insisted on ordering for the sake of manliness, while Hermione enjoyed the lighter wheat beer as they shared a burger and entrée salad together. The mood in the restaurant was convivial, with rowdy laughter bursting from the bar and every table surrounding them.
"Ladies and gentlemen," a young bearded man sporting a tie-dyed shirt and a mop of curly red hair announced into an a microphone, causing both Hermione and Teddy to jump while their fingers played with each other as they pretended to snag at the last French fry. "Put on your thinking caps everyone, are you ready for some Monday Night Trivia?!"
"Trivia!" Teddy's eyes perked up. "This seems like your thing, Hermione."
She frowned skeptically, motioning towards their server for the check. "I'm not that much on top of Muggle subjects, so I'll probably just take it way too seriously, only to finish close to last place." Deliberately she tapped the toe of her shoes against the back of his calf. "I suspect I'll be in a pretty rotten mood by the time we're done. That'll be a waste of a night, wouldn't it? Considering I was hoping to end it in a very different sort of mood."
Another toe tap to recapture his attention.
"Somewhere where we can have more privacy?"
"That's the kind of thinking that'll get you named Head Boy," she whispered to him, her voice raw and savage. It seemed inevitable, and Hermione found herself strangely successful at dampening down whatever doubts she ought to harbor towards the inevitable progression and culmination of their planned day together. It was hard for them to avoid walking hand in hand out of the town back to where they'd left their broom. As he could obviously pass for someone of age combined with his fake passport and drinks in hand, Muggle attentions were the least of their worries. Chances are they were safe, but Hermione still chose caution, just in case Rita Skeeter coincidentally decided to pick the far out Canadian Rockies for a rare sabbatical from her sordid muckraking.
This time it was Hermione who took control of the luxury broom, Teddy all too happy to hop on and cling to her from behind her. As she pivoted them through an orange sky with no particular destination in sight, Hermione noticed that her young companion was becoming more and more liberal with the way he held her, running and rubbing his solid fingers up and down her stomach and towards an abdomen she worried was much too wide and bloated to excite a young man his age, yet he appeared plenty excited anyway.
Spotting a hidden lake in an abandoned basin tucked away high in a mountain valley, Hermione pivoted them over to a grassy meadow overlooking the glacial tarn. Their rental came with a thick blanket meant for picnics in the wild, Hermione figured, and she laid it down so they could lie comfortably to watch the sun set over the nearby ridges. The sound of falling waters adorned their ears from where the frozen glacier trickled down ledge by ledge, cascade by cascade, into the frigid waters before them.
"You placed a very nice place for us to snog," Teddy said giddily, plopping down onto the blanket next to her. Though his words were bold, there was an anxiousness in his eyes that belied his youth.
"Is that what you think we're doing?" This is wrong, Hermione. It's not too late to put an end to it. It'll be painful for him. For you too. But it's not too late.
"I couldn't think of any better place."
"Shh. Let's just watch the sun set together."
Slowly she curled herself atop his body and nestled her frame comfortably into his arms. The sunset was beautiful, yet Hermione found her eyes drifting closed, not because she was feeling sleepy but, one arm wrapped around the young man, she wanted to lose herself in his grasp, absorbing every sensation of being held by a man who loved her. Her eyes open, she would continue to think. Eyes shut, she could forget everything except how it felt to be a woman being held by her man.
He loves me. There was no lie in those words. Why her, Hermione kept wondering. Was it some fetish she'd inadvertently triggered when George Weasley pushed the adorable young boy to ask a blushing bride for a dance? Was it because he was so young, and she the only real woman whom he had in his life that wasn't a motherly figure like Ginny? Did much of it have to do with his own lack of a mother, and so she'd transformed into a mother-to-lover archetype to him by proxy?
Feeling the beat of his heart under her left ear within her self-imposed darkness, she wondered at the choices which still lay before her this night.
This heart is mine. It beats for me only, no one else, nothing else. The condition wouldn't last. Sooner and later the young man would grow up. His horizons would expand, the bodies and personalities of his schoolmates at Hogwarts would mature. If he still harbored a preference for older women, sooner or later he'd bump into one in life that was perhaps only five or so years older than him, or even ten, rather than eighteen (nineteen once the rounding was accounted for). The infatuation would fade, and regardless of what happened this night, they'd regard each other at family reunions with the awkward recollections of what did, or didn't, happen between them the summer after his Fourth Year. That was the best case scenario, at least.
Yet here and now, he was absolute hers to have. To possess. To use. As a balm for her soul, her needs, as a proxy for the lack of any other men or romantic interests in her life at the moment. If she took him, she would do so knowing that she would lose him one day, sooner or later. Her heart would break once again, and though she was prepared to guard herself were she to cross this uncrossable line, the pain would still hurt. Maybe less than Ron, but pain lay ahead for her guaranteed, the only question being when and how.
Listen to yourself, Hermione. Here you are, about to ruin the life of a talented and promising young man, your charge no less, and you're prattling about in your head about how this might hurt you. What a total selfish, callous bitch you are!
At some point or another before the sun went down, they started kissing. Hermione wasn't sure who initiated it, nor did she care.
"So how did I do," Teddy asked her, briefly interrupting their passion. "Did I give you a good day, Hermione?"
"I never want this day to end," she replied him sincerely. "I never would have believed it, if you told me that twenty four hours ago."
When she settled down on him again, straddling his body, invading his lips, Teddy felt warm relief flow through his lungs. This was all he'd wanted, to do something special for her. To make her feel special, to help ease her sadness. It had been the reason he'd stepped back the previous night, even though he'd wanted to take her and ravish her body all night, and he could have, his heart had told him. But the fulfillment of his wishes last night might have ruined this day, might have prevented Hermione from coming along with him; had things gone wrong, she might have sulked sadly in her room all day through both grief and shame, so Teddy wanted to do this for her, even at the cost of denying himself when he'd been so close. Besides, if things went well, perhaps all roads may yet lead to the same endgame.
Somehow their positions flipped, she lay on her back, and his lanky frame sank into her body, their lips never losing contact with each other. "I love you, Hermione. I wanted you to have a special day today. I'm glad you did."
"I know you love me now," she said, unable to look away from his eyes as the last hints of light faded from the midsummer sky. "You won't feel this way forever. You'll grow up one day." Godric, it still made a substantial part of her brain sick saying those last words.
"I'll always love you, Hermione. I know that. I'll never stop..."
"Shh," she shushed him again, placing one finger over his trembling lips. "I'll always love you, Teddy Lupin. No matter what happens tonight. Or doesn't happen. I've always loved you, not romantically, not like this...but always as little Teddy Lupin, sweet little Teddy."
Was she trying to talk herself out of this tryst, force herself to remember him as a child, remind herself how unspeakably wrong her current actions were?
"Well, you're not longer so little, are you? I love you, Teddy. I don't know exactly how I love you right now. I don't know if it's romantically, I don't know if I love you the way you love me. I do know that I want you right now, so badly, in so many ways. But passion is fleeting. Love isn't, not this kind of love. So know, Teddy, that I'll always love you. Not for your body, not for your gorgeous eyes, not for your wonderful lips...but because you're you, Teddy. I'll always love you for you."
She expected him to protest in one form or another. But he didn't. Because he's mature enough to understand, she wishfully thought. But nevertheless he seemed appreciative of her speech, which had apparently done nothing to subdue his passion. He leaned down to kiss her again, pressing his body into hers as firmly as he'd ever dared, and they remained like that until it was well after dark, making love with their clothes on.
"Is this going to happen?" She found that she was asking herself, more than anything else.
"I'm ready, if you are," he said, sweat upon his brow, one hand reached under her blouse, fingers prying gently at her bra.
It wasn't too late to stop this, a small voice screamed in the depths of her mind. The damage was done, but not irreparably so. Her career would be already be over if any of this got out, whether or not they committed that one final act, and the logical part of her mind told her that she deserved unreservedly whatever repercussions may come her way for her acted upon desires.
Yet under his withering gaze, Hermione felt her willpower melting. Because it felt so good, to be loved and treasured and worshipped like this, even if she understood that his love was just an illusion, a figment of his youth that would waste away with every coming day, week, year. Because in this moment it was real, and it meant all the world for both of them.
When will you ever feel like this again, Hermione questioned herself. When will you feel ever again feel such passion, such love offered you so freely without requisites, without conditions. This may be your only chance, Hermione Granger, to feel the kind of passion that only exists in trashy Muggle romance novels and wholly unrealistic movies. If it's your luck that it's coming from someone so ripe, then it's still your decision to look a gift horse in the mouth, and reject it or not...knowing that something like this may never come your way again. Not from Teddy. Not from anyone.
"Why me," she asked him out loud. What did I do to deserve this blessing, this curse?
"Because there's no one else like you," he answered, as if she were daft, and it was the simplest answer in the universe. Softly, she pushed him upwards and away from her body.
"We should find a place to spend the night," Hermione said cryptically, not wanting to disappoint him, or herself, just yet. They packed up the blanket and again Hermione took control of the broom, distracted and barely able to navigate it to a small speck of lights in the dark mountain wilderness. There were several neon signs indicating Muggle facilities for lodging, but to their dismay all of them but one read the words 'No Vacancy', though not always with all the letters properly lit.
Their hands parted belatedly after already entering modest motel lobby, where an old, weathered lady eyed their approach warily.
"Please tell me you have something available," Hermione said to her politely. "Everything else in town looks to be sold out." It wasn't that she was too tired to keep flying to the next town, but being so closed to the promised land, she could control herself no longer. Hermione had a feeling that Teddy felt the same way.
"Annual Angler's week in town," the woman replied her dryly. "Only thing I still have left is the Honeymoon suite, cost you a pretty penny though."
It didn't matter, Muggle moneys were immaterial to them. "I'll take it."
"Thought you might," the old lady said with one raised eyebrow. "Bed's a king. Take care not to wear it out."
The old woman clearly wasn't daft, and Hermione wondered at the irony of their illicit affair coming to an end once the sole Muggle sheriff of this tiny one-horse town handcuffed her off to a jail in one of the more forgotten corners of the world.
"Oh, Teddy's my nephew," she said unconvincing. "We're going to a family reunion together, I'm escorting him...I'm responsible for him. Pain in the ass, I told his father. You can have the bed, Teddy. I'll sleep on the floor. Or a couch if there's one."
The old lady chuckled as she ran through her Muggle payment card. "Have one daughter of my own. Pretty little thing, prettiest belle in town. Girl ran off and eloped with our town pastor before she'd even finished High School. They send me Christmas cards once a year, but the scoundrel still hasn't the courage to come back and look me in the eye yet. He went to elementary school with me, by gosh. Heard they run a hunting lodge now, up in the Yukon." Hermione swore that the woman then winked at her when she handed her the keys to their room. "You have a good night there now ma'am, young man."
Slowly they both approached the doors to their rustic suite, both knowing what it meant once they stepped inside together. Surprisingly, they did not leap on top of each other the first moment upon crossing the threshold. Hermione moved first, lifting his shirt over his head, and then softly kissed at the bare skin underneath, teasing at his small nipples with her tongue before her lips locked against his chest, making intimate contact with the heart that beat for her and her alone. Then she undid his belt and tugged down his pants with ease, playfully grabbing at the manhood she was already intimately familiar with from that embarrassing night in New York City.
He groaned, and she withdrew, but not before planting a teasing kiss on his lips. The brunette witch walked over to the massive bed, turned to face her expectant lover, and began to disrobe.
"I'm not a schoolgirl anymore, Teddy, not a newlywed bride. My body...what you're going to see...it might not be what you're expecting, when you think about me...and the clothes I wear, they do a good job of hiding..."
"You're perfect, Hermione, no matter how you look." His response was predictable, yet it still did so much to reassure her.
Rather than leap blindly into the throes of passion, she wanted him to see her first, to offer her approval, to see with clear eyes the woman he was jumping into a bed with for the first time. Taking a deep breath, she took off her shirt, revealing a waistline that she hadn't been proud of for about a decade, and scolded herself for not taking off her jeans first, noticing how her pants pushed up at her stomach to really accentuate her excess flab. Reaching behind her back, she undid her bra, then her jeans, all the while afraid to meet his eyes. Then finally her last undergarment, but she froze.
"I...it's been awhile, Teddy. I haven't exactly prepared myself for this...most women maintain themselves...down here, if they're expecting to be with a man. But I hadn't been expecting...," she trailed off, as if she'd had any doubts as to what was going to happen well before embarking with him this morning.
Sensing her nervousness, he approached her, his excitement still obvious underneath his briefs despite the very unsexy reveal of her body. Taking one breast greedily into his hands, running his other hand through the mess of her hair and down her back, he kissed her with the same passion as he had before.
"You'll always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me, Hermione. I promise you." Both his hands moved down until they reached the hem of her frilly pink underwear, peeling it back and letting it fall down her legs so that she was the first to stand fully naked before the other. Hermione gasped when his hand reached against her, prying fingers searching for her opening.
"No wonder Harry always said you were so bushy haired back in school," he said with a mocking smile, then deepened his kiss before she could protest out of sheer embarrassment at her lack of self care. His fingers persisted, finding their way inside her, making her forget all her doubts, her fears, her insecurities. With a feral grunt, he pushed her gently onto the bed, and his lips were everywhere, kissing her neck, her shoulders, her arms, lapping greedily at one breast, then the other, nudged in between and pecking at the skin above her heart as she had done to him moments before, then down her body, paying special care to a small scar by her right hip.
"You got this scar saving the world," he said before she could protest. "You should be proud of it." Both his hands ran up and down her legs, two thumbs wading treacherously across her inner thighs, a tantalizing glimpse of what was to come. Taking a pause in his efforts, he took off his briefs and socks, revealing a length that matched what Hermione remembered from the speakeasy: not massive by any means, but large enough to satisfy her for sure. His attentions returned to her upper body, and to her discomfort, her left arm, where her most obvious scar from Malfoy Manor lay naked and exposed for his virgin eyes.
"You hide this a lot," he said, gently caressing her souvenir from Bellatrix's violation of her body.
"I'm not ashamed of it," she maintained, recalling the simple concealing spells she cast most times when she wore a short sleeved top or dress. "I just don't want it to be a distraction, or the subject of conversation. At work, or worse, in a Muggle restaurant."
"It's your body," he said, kissing the scarred slur gently. "And you have a wonderful body, no matter what you choose to do with it."
He kissed the scar again, but this time with one finger finding its way inside her, and immediately she forgot all about that awful insane woman and the war and everything in existence except for his fingers and his tongue. Inevitably he made his way lower and lower along her body, until his mouth found its way to where his fingers had been. Eagerly he lapped at her, penetrating her softly with his tongue, before remembering the Muggle internet videos he watched on occasion, and shifted his lips upwards to lick at her clit while two fingers resumed their motions inside her folds.
"Oh Teddy, this is amazing," Hermione moaned, as his one free hand moved up to palm her breast. She'd expected him to be enthusiastic, but this good? Hermione found herself sorely tempted to perform a Legilimens on him after this was all over to see just how much experience the young man had had before her.
Sensing the intensifying impact of his actions, Teddy continued with increasing vigor, practically burying his face between her legs as stray strands from her unkempt mane tickled at his nose. She was definitely hairier than most of the women Teddy had seen in those Muggle videos. It had taken him by surprise, but he found that he liked it, it make her more unique, more Hermione, compared the average porn actress he occasionally wanked it to.
"Oh God." Her fingers were clutched possessively at his beet red hair, and it would hurt him if he wasn't completely lost within his ministrations. As her pleasure intensified, she ground her hips against his face, wrapping her legs so tightly across his neck that she'd worry about choking him were she not so otherwise distracted. "Oh shit, Teddy, oh Merlin..."
As her body convulsed all around him, Teddy tried to focus and remain unaffected by her reaction as the older witch screamed and moaned through her climax. One hand cupped her asscheek, so that he could press her closer to him while the few stray fingers on his right hand wandered adventurously down her crack and towards the warm orifice on the other side of her body.
When she came, it was as if he felt her pleasure in his own body. He'd done this to her, his subconscious mind reacted, he'd made her feel this good, and that was enough to send him over the edge, although Teddy did not realize it even as he moaned and shook still tongue deep inside her, filling the cozy suite with a cacophony of primal sounds.
"Fuck, Teddy, that was so good," Hermione muttered as her heart rate finally began to slow. Returning to her senses, she saw the teenager crouched on all fours above her, looking strangely embarrassed even though he had given her the best orgasm she'd experienced in Godric knew how long.
"I...I..."
"You did great, Teddy, Morgana that was so incredible." She reached towards his manhood, gripping in her fingers and looking forward to reciprocating her pleasure, but then frowned in confusion to find that he was wilting and dwindling in her hands.
"Sorry, Hermione," he said, refusing to meet her eyes. "I got...I got too excited when I was down there and...I, I couldn't control myself."
"Oh Teddy." Lifting her head, indeed she saw a damp spot at the edge of the bed where he must have been positioned when he'd lost control in the midst of pleasuring her. "That's so sweet."
Still he blushed, even though she'd tried her best not to sound condescending. Picking up her wand from the nightstand, Hermione muttered a quick cleansing spell for their sheets, then pulled the boy's face close to hers, where she could see and smell her own dampness all over him.
"Teddy, you enjoy making others feel good. That's nothing to be ashamed of." If only she could keep him like this forever, eager to please, entirely and eternally devoted to her.
"Still," Teddy groaned in disbelief, he had never seen this happen in any of those movies. "I couldn't even last, before we even started to do anything."
"Trust me, Teddy, we've more than started, and I think we'll both be fine." Sitting up with a pillow supporting her back, she pulled his hips over towards her, taking his soft organ inside her mouth as he stood on his knees astride on either side of her. As she'd expected, she could still taste remnants of his seed upon him, and the touch of her tongue upon the tip of his penis at this particularly sensitive juncture made him gasp almost in pain. Careful to be gentle in her efforts for now, she cupped his balls with on hand, gentling massaging them while another hand fondled at the ass she'd been admiring since, when? Since she'd seen him in swimming trunks Morocco? Even before that, in Spain perhaps, when he'd been wearing those skinny jeans that were so in vogue with young men at the moment?
His hips buckled against her as he began to predictably harden inside her mouth. It did not take long before the young teenager returned to full mast again, one of the many fruits of illicitly plucking someone so ripe, Hermione supposed. She continued, teasing him and flitting the tip of his cock with her tongue, before realizing that she definitely did not want him to release again prematurely. Not until he'd given her what she wanted, anyhow.
"I want you, Teddy," she said, releasing him from her mouth and careful to hold him in a way which did not overly stimulate the young man. "Do you want me...do you want me like this?"
"More than anything," he whispered, eyes eager yet nervous, wandering back and forth between her lusty eyes and naked tits.
"Once we do this...if we do this...there won't be any coming back from it." Again, Hermione asked herself just whom she was speaking to. Was she under the illusion that by stepping away now and not going all the way with Teddy, she could salvage herself from the crimes she'd already committed?
Rather than answer her, he bent down and kissed her passionately. With a sigh, Hermione laid back and allowed the young man to position himself on top of her, then gently guided him into her body before he would have clumsily attempted the same thing on his own.
"Oh my God, Hermione," he let out in practically a squeal as her arms wrapped around his back, sharp nails scratching playfully across his spine. "This is so...you feel so good."
As he tested each thrust in and out of her, Teddy couldn't decide whether he wanted to kiss the beautiful woman below him, who'd just allowed him to put himself inside her, or to bury his face by her neck and within her ample hair. Ultimately he collapsed, defaulting into the latter. She was everywhere, encompassing him, surrounding him, nowhere did he not feel the touch of her skin, the warmness of her body, her soul.
I'm home, he thought. This is perfection. And I never want to leave.
His efforts were uneven at first, and Hermione placed one hand upon his ass to better guide his rhythm. He responded, demonstrating how much of a quick study he was, as they settled into a primal dance whose pace she could control, squeezing his rear and shoulder when she wanted him to intensify his efforts, tugging and rubbing at him when she needed him to slow down. It was almost as if she were driving one of those Muggle vehicles, turning the promising young wizard into nothing more or less than a perfect sex object made purely for her enjoyment.
Even if against her will, Hermione couldn't help but compare Teddy to the only other man she had been with. His shaft felt thinner than Ron's, but appeared to reach a tad deeper into her compared to her ex-husband. He's still growing, Hermione thought naughtily, and he's so much more responsive. So much more attentive. So unselfish. So eager to please, to learn.
Midway through their copulation, now that he possessed a better control of his body in conjunction with hers, Teddy raised his head and returned his lips to hers. In that moment they were one, conjoined, forming an unbreakable bond from entwined lips to curled toes. Then, just as she felt her second orgasm approaching, he seemed to break from their carefully earned rhythm, his pumps becoming more and more erratic, and while Hermione willed herself to climax before he lost it, it was too late, he exploded inside her, making a deep guttural sound that the young man would have been mortified by were he more aware of the moment, which he was not.
Continuing his spent thrusts, Teddy expunged a deep, satisfied sigh and collapsed atop of her, his organ slowly withdrawing from her. Even in his dazed state, he continued to plant small kisses upon her neck, the top of her breasts, nibbling lightly at her nipples.
"That was so amazing, Hermione," he said, kissing the bottom of her chin as he looked up at her with his puppy dog eyes. "I love you, Hermione."
"You were great, Teddy," she whispered, stroking his content hair in its natural, brown color. "Godric knows how great you'll be with a few more shags under your belt."
"You'll teach me, I trust?"
"I don't think I can help myself either way." That was her problem. Her fatal flaw. The key to her eventual undoing, Hermione was convinced.
Reluctantly, she shook the teenager off her chest and rose, picking up her wand before walking towards the motel's loo.
"I know what you're about to do," Teddy called after her, his voice as soft and subdued as she'd ever heard him. "I wish you'd let them stay in you for awhile, simmer around. Then you'd be stuck with me."
"I'll pretend I never heard you say the word 'simmer' in that context, Edward Remus Lupin," Hermione replied sternly, disappearing into the washroom and leaving Teddy to lie alone atop the massive bed, wondering just what it meant to have all his life's fantasies and dreams fulfilled in one surreal day and night.
"I love her," he whispered gleefully to himself. "She loves me. She wants me." He dared himself to go further. "She can't get enough of me."
After waiting blissfully on the bed for several minutes, Teddy found himself impatient again, eager to see and feel more of his lover. Hermione. She's my lover. Not a surrogate aunt. Not my boss, not Harry's best friend, not Ron Weasley's wife. She's my lover.
Rising, he walked into the bathroom as naked as the day he was born, confident that he no longer had any need to feel shy in front of the woman who had captured his imaginations for what seemed to be his entire living memory. She'd apparently finished with whatever spells she needed to ensure that Rose and Hugo would not receive a younger sibling in the immediate future, and was now examining her eyeliner in the dusty motel mirror.
"Hey you," he whispered, nibbling at her ear as he approach her from behind. Eyes glued to the mirror, he watched his own hands fall atop of her bare body, caressing her breasts, her cute little belly, and further downward, each motion drawing a deeper moan from the older woman.
"You're beautiful," he said quietly, "every mirror in the world can tell you that."
His limp form had positioned itself neatly in between her bare bum, and the more he stroked her down there, the more she ground against him, Merlin that felt so good.
"When did you get to be so smooth, young man?"
"I work for the smartest witch in all the world," he replied glibly, in between teasing her neck with his lips. "I'm bound to pick something up from this apprenticeship."
"Hmmpfff," Hermione maintained. "A lothario I am not." Are you sure of that, after tonight, and what you did to corrupt this bright young man grinding against your bum at the moment?
"I don't know what that means, but I think you're the sexiest little lothario that has ever existed."
Hermione giggled, staring transfixed at the mirror. There was indeed something incredibly alluring about watching a man make love to her skin, and watching the satisfied curling of her own lips smiling back at her.
"I'll forgive your ignorance."
"You will," he asked innocently.
"In exchange for a repeat performance." Grabbing at his rapidly stiffening form, the Brightest Witch of a fast fading and distant age vowed to stop fixating upon how hideously old her reflection appeared to her at the moment, looking forward instead to leading her young lover back to that wonderful king sized bed she'd just bought and paid for.