AU!
WRITTEN FOR QLFC, RESERVE LEAGUE,
SEASON 4, ROUND 6
Captain: write about a light character committing the sin of lust
WC: 1455
Her bare calves had been teasing him for ages. Well, not just her calves.
"Sorry, Remus," Hermione said before ducking under his arm to walk past him into the kitchen, her baby-pink frock fluttering about her knees. The scent of old books, peppermint, and gardenias wafted to Remus's nose, and it took every inch of his willpower to stop himself from lunging at her like a depraved beast. He had always been weak for women who smelt nice.
After the war had ended, Hermione hadn't had a place to call home, and neither had Remus. When Sirius had fallen out of the Veil, after an accident with the Unspeakables, he'd asked them both to move in with him at Grimmauld Place. Harry had moved in, as well, but he had moved out a few months earlier after starting his Quidditch career as a Seeker on a professional team.
At first, the relationship between Remus and Hermione had been friendly enough, but then, one day, everything had changed.
A simple action had flipped Remus's reality onto its head.
The Weasley twins and Sirius were involved in a very serious prank war, and someone had accidentally charmed all of Hermione's clothes along with Sirius's. Remus had walked into the library and found Hermione curled up on the couch in one of his dress shirts and boxers.
Remus still remembered the way he had stumbled and smacked his elbow against the doorway. Hermione had looked up from the couch, and the too-large shirt had slipped off her shoulder, revealing a few inches of her creamy skin.
Remus had been hooked ever since.
Now, all he could think about was wrapping his fingers around those shapely calves of hers, dragging her closer, throwing her legs over his shoulder, and using his fingers to pleasure—
"Moony, mate, you're staring at her again," Sirius whispered, interrupting his perverted fantasies. He smacked the side of Remus's head with a newspaper and shoved him into the kitchen. "People will think you're... up to something."
"I'm not up to anything," Remus protested weakly, his eyes still trained on the lower portion of Hermione's bare legs. Merlin, his mouth watered at just the thought of trailing his fingers up her legs, watching the goosebumps rise on her skin, and listening to her soft gasps of pleasure as he buried his face in her—
"But you want to be hers. It's so obvious. It's written all over your face. If she asked you right now, I bet you'd shag her against my dear mother's portrait and not give a damn about propriety and decorum," Sirius said, smirking at him.
Remus gritted his teeth and glared at his best friend, not wanting to admit to anything of the sort. Of course, he would at least protest at first, but if Hermione had pleaded or given him her patent puppy-dog eyes, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself. He was just a man, after all.
He focussed on Hermione again. She hummed as she fixed herself a cup of tea before looking up at the two men with a beaming smile that made his heart soar. She raised the kettle and asked, "Would you like some tea, Remus?"
"Yes, please," Remus muttered, his mind already going down a dirty, dirty road in which the little witch was wearing her school uniform and was on her hands and knees in front of him, moaning his name and writhing for his touch.
"I'll have a cup, too," Sirius said offhandedly, perching himself on the edge of a chair. He dragged Remus to sit down beside him before focussing his attention on Hermione. "So… you're friends with that Veela that's married to Bill, huh?"
Hermione absentmindedly nodded as she poured out the tea and handed them the cups. "Her name's Fleur, Sirius. Why are you asking?"
Sirius took the cup from her with a quick smile of gratitude. Remus had just taken a sip of the heavenly beverage when Sirius said, "I was just curious… I heard that Veelas were really good at shagging. Maybe she gave you a few tips."
Remus choked and spluttered, the hot tea dribbling down his chin. His face warmed as he glared at Sirius for daring to breach such an inappropriate topic with her. She was too young for this! Sirius shouldn't be talking about such things with—
"As a matter of fact, yes, she did," Hermione said, her body language calm and collected. There was no trace of embarrassment on her face as she sipped her tea. She lowered the cup and licked a drop of tea off her lower lip, and Remus's heart thumped at the small action. "She was horrified at the state of sex education I got at Hogwarts."
'Merlin, grab a hold of yourself, man! What is wrong with you?' Remus forced himself to look away from her mouth, but his eyes kept darting back to her perfect cock-sucking lips. Why couldn't she have a pair of wrinkled, chapped lips instead? Why did she have to have the most beautiful, soft-looking mouth he'd ever seen?
She always made him feel like a lecherous old man. Well, he was old, but did she have to remind him of that every time she gazed up at him with those gorgeous brown eyes of hers? He had never experienced such overwhelming feelings before for anyone, and it scared him shitless.
He was brought back to the present when Sirius's loud laughter echoed around the room. He blinked and caught sight of Sirius rocking back on the legs of his chair with a devious grin on his face. Hermione sat staring at the cup in her hand, her cheeks flushed a delicious pink.
"Wh—What did I miss?" Remus asked, scratching the back of his neck as he tried to look away from the way her blush travelled all the way down her neck and disappeared into her cleavage. Hermione glanced up at him with wide eyes, and Remus's heartbeat almost skyrocketed. He stammered, "I—I was a bit… distracted."
To his absolute confusion, Hermione shot to her feet and darted out the door.
Once she was gone, Sirius smirked and said, "I asked our little witch here if Fleur had inspired her to wear such pretty little dresses these days, and she said that the Veela had played only a small part in her change."
Remus didn't get the joke.
Sirius's smirk widened. "Moony, you daft idiot. She said that she's making small changes in her appearance for someone special."
"She's got a special someone? Who is it? Why didn't I hear her say that?" Remus demanded, clenching his hands into fists at the thought of Hermione preening and prancing around some blithering idiot to attract him. She didn't need to change! If you asked him, Remus would say that she was perfect just the way she was.
"Maybe because you were too busy staring at her mouth and not listening to what she was saying."
"When did you start listening to women, Pads?"
"Since I fell out of the Veil because of that freak accident and figured life was too short to mess around with anyone," Sirius said. His smile flickered for a second before reappearing full force. "Anyway, Moony, she just gave you a hint, didn't she? Go after her!"
"She didn't give me any hint, Pads. She just ran out of here and—"
"She said she has a crush on someone older than her. We both know she's not into the bad-boy type, so we can easily rule me out. The only person she dresses up around is you. Have you ever seen her wearing those little frocks and skirts for work? Or when she goes to meet friends? No! Because she's interested in you."
Remus couldn't believe his ears. Hermione was interested in him? That didn't sound plausible to him. "She could be interested in someone else, Pads. You want me to go up to her and make a fool out of myself."
"I can bet my arse that if you go and ask her out, she'll say yes," Sirius boasted.
"I… don't want your arse," Remus said, a small frown furrowing his brow. Was Sirius right about this? Could she really be interested in him?
"Yes, yes, I know. You just want that witch's arse. Besides, I said I could bet my arse on it—that doesn't mean you'll ever have my arse. So, why don't you go and get hers? Merlin knows you need to get laid."
Remus sat back and stared at the teacup in front of him. Sirius had lit the fire of hope in Remus's chest, but Remus still had to fan the flames himself.
