A/N: Alright, alright, alright. I know. I'm a horrible person. But I
promise to soon get my ass in gear and start updating regularly soon, okay?
Also, someone commented that they didn't think Remus would be that rough
during sex. I just wanted to explain my reasoning there, because it is a
valid point. Remus is a very tender guy. I purposely made the love scene
that rough because Remus and Hermione had been under a lust spell for
almost a week, and they had such built up frustrations that they lost all
control. They just snapped. They couldn't have stopped what they were
doing if the world had ended. Just thought I'd explain that. :D
Chapter Six: The Confrontation
Snape, Dumbledore, Remus and Hermione exited the office one by one, reaching the bottom of the twirling staircase with a different emotion of each face. On Snape's face was extreme irritation combined with something like indecision. Professor Dumbledore looked grim and slightly disappointed, although he was covering it well. Remus looked very uncomfortable and he was avoiding Hermione's gaze. Hermione was fidgety and looking severely pissed off.
Professors Snape and Dumbledore started off in the direction of the Slytherin common room and Hermione took a deep breath, starting to follow them as she gave Remus a weak smile. What could she have said to him that would make any of this alright? He moved his arm toward her, as if to comfortingly rub her shoulder, but then seemed to think better of it, instead bringing it up to push his hair away from his face. He sighed and followed the other two men.
As she trailed slightly behind the three professors, Hermione crossed her arms protectively over her stomach, breathing deeply. She tried to stay focused, but no matter what she did her thoughts just came back to Remus. Even her anger was dissipating under the memory of Remus moving inside her. She licked her lips and came away with the lingering taste of Remus on the tip of her tongue. She moaned out loud.
The small noise of want must have been louder than she'd thought, because Snape turned around, a look of amusement on his face.
"Are you quite alright, Miss Granger?" he asked, smirking. She glared at him.
"Fine, thank you, Professor." He just grinned sardonically at her and continued walking.
She quickened her pace, evening out with Professor Dumbledore. The action was more to put space between herself and Remus than for a specific reason. Professor Dumbledore nodded courteously at her and she forced a smile back.
Remus swallowed hard, trying to ease the dryness in his throat. A faint blush was tingeing Hermione's cheeks and it made her look so beautiful. She still looked a tad disheveled from their heated encounter on his desk and it made him want to remind her what they'd been doing.
Okay, so that was probably just the damn spell.
But, God, he ached so badly to sheath himself inside her silky warmth. To have his skin damn from their mingled perspiration. To breath her exotic scent deep into his lungs. To -
"Lupin, I suggest you get a grip," Snape said suddenly out of the corner of his mouth. "You look ready to -"
"Duly noted, Severus, thank you," he interrupted, convinced that he didn't want to hear the rest of the sentence. Especially from Snape.
Professor Dumbledore stopped in front of a portrait of a creepy- looking guy with olive skin. He looked a tad constipated.
"Dragon bile," Dumbledore said, causing the portrait to swing open without a sound. Before he entered, he looked back at Hermione and Remus. "Are you two prepared for what we're about to deal with?" Remus nodded readily. He looked at Hermione. She swallowed.
"Yeah. Yes, sir, I'm ready."
The group entered the common room and were greeted by several confused looks from the people occupying the room. Thankfully, most of them had gone down to dinner already.
Pansy Parkinson was sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace. She glared at Hermione and Remus before smiling sweetly at Professor Snape.
"Can I help you, Professor?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Miss Parkinson, will you kindly point us in the direction of Mr. Malfoy?"
"No need, Professor, I'm right here," came Draco's voice from a staircase.
Hermione noticed a slight tightening in Remus's jaw, as though he was struggling to stop himself from strangling the boy.
Draco looked as though he'd just been heading down to dinner. His icy gaze roamed briefly over Remus, Hermione and Dumbledore before settling on Snape. If he knew what this was about, he was covering it very well.
"Would you mind accompanying us to your dormitory, Draco?" Professor Dumbledore asked politely. Draco nodded and turned, allowing them to follow him up the stairs.
He swung the door to the seventh year Slytherin boy's dormitory open, revealing a set of neatly made beds. It looked as though the house elves had already paid a visit to this room.
"I'm afraid we're going to have to search your trunk, Malfoy," Snape said, glancing at the wooden chest at the foot of his bed. Draco followed his gaze, looking vaguely agitated for a moment.
"I'm afraid I can't allow that, sir."
"And I'm afraid you don't have a choice," Remus retorted coldly. "Sit down. Now."
Draco's eyes flashed with hatred, but he did as he was told and took a seat on his bed.
"My father is going to -"
"Be fired when we tell Fudge what you and he are up to," Hermione finished, glaring through her normally-warm chocolate eyes.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he denied smoothly.
Professor Dumbledore gave a flick of his wand, which he produced from the pocket of his robes, and the lock on the trunk popped open. He knelt down next to the chest and started rifling through the Malfoy's belongings as Remus stared suspiciously at the boy. Snape was watching Remus, as though afraid the werewolf would snap and lunge at the student. Either student, in fact.
Draco's expression was one of apprehension as Dumbledore thoroughly searched his trunk.
"I don't deserve this," he protested. "I deserve my dinner."
"You deserve a social disease," Remus hissed at him. Hermione almost giggled at the surprised look that fluttered over Draco's face.
"Ah ha," Dumbledore announced, removing a false bottom from the trunk and pulling out a glowing sphere.
"An Orb of Venus," Remus muttered. "Of course."
"That proves nothing!" Malfoy protested. "It's a paperweight that I got for my birthday."
Professor Dumbledore held the orb out to Remus, but before he could get to it, Hermione snatched it and fiercely chucked the globe at the wall.
Draco winced as opaque glass shattered, landing with a harmonious- sounding twinkle on the floor of the dormitory. Hermione moved to stand in front of him, glaring into his eyes.
"I'll buy you a new one."
Chapter Six: The Confrontation
Snape, Dumbledore, Remus and Hermione exited the office one by one, reaching the bottom of the twirling staircase with a different emotion of each face. On Snape's face was extreme irritation combined with something like indecision. Professor Dumbledore looked grim and slightly disappointed, although he was covering it well. Remus looked very uncomfortable and he was avoiding Hermione's gaze. Hermione was fidgety and looking severely pissed off.
Professors Snape and Dumbledore started off in the direction of the Slytherin common room and Hermione took a deep breath, starting to follow them as she gave Remus a weak smile. What could she have said to him that would make any of this alright? He moved his arm toward her, as if to comfortingly rub her shoulder, but then seemed to think better of it, instead bringing it up to push his hair away from his face. He sighed and followed the other two men.
As she trailed slightly behind the three professors, Hermione crossed her arms protectively over her stomach, breathing deeply. She tried to stay focused, but no matter what she did her thoughts just came back to Remus. Even her anger was dissipating under the memory of Remus moving inside her. She licked her lips and came away with the lingering taste of Remus on the tip of her tongue. She moaned out loud.
The small noise of want must have been louder than she'd thought, because Snape turned around, a look of amusement on his face.
"Are you quite alright, Miss Granger?" he asked, smirking. She glared at him.
"Fine, thank you, Professor." He just grinned sardonically at her and continued walking.
She quickened her pace, evening out with Professor Dumbledore. The action was more to put space between herself and Remus than for a specific reason. Professor Dumbledore nodded courteously at her and she forced a smile back.
Remus swallowed hard, trying to ease the dryness in his throat. A faint blush was tingeing Hermione's cheeks and it made her look so beautiful. She still looked a tad disheveled from their heated encounter on his desk and it made him want to remind her what they'd been doing.
Okay, so that was probably just the damn spell.
But, God, he ached so badly to sheath himself inside her silky warmth. To have his skin damn from their mingled perspiration. To breath her exotic scent deep into his lungs. To -
"Lupin, I suggest you get a grip," Snape said suddenly out of the corner of his mouth. "You look ready to -"
"Duly noted, Severus, thank you," he interrupted, convinced that he didn't want to hear the rest of the sentence. Especially from Snape.
Professor Dumbledore stopped in front of a portrait of a creepy- looking guy with olive skin. He looked a tad constipated.
"Dragon bile," Dumbledore said, causing the portrait to swing open without a sound. Before he entered, he looked back at Hermione and Remus. "Are you two prepared for what we're about to deal with?" Remus nodded readily. He looked at Hermione. She swallowed.
"Yeah. Yes, sir, I'm ready."
The group entered the common room and were greeted by several confused looks from the people occupying the room. Thankfully, most of them had gone down to dinner already.
Pansy Parkinson was sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace. She glared at Hermione and Remus before smiling sweetly at Professor Snape.
"Can I help you, Professor?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Miss Parkinson, will you kindly point us in the direction of Mr. Malfoy?"
"No need, Professor, I'm right here," came Draco's voice from a staircase.
Hermione noticed a slight tightening in Remus's jaw, as though he was struggling to stop himself from strangling the boy.
Draco looked as though he'd just been heading down to dinner. His icy gaze roamed briefly over Remus, Hermione and Dumbledore before settling on Snape. If he knew what this was about, he was covering it very well.
"Would you mind accompanying us to your dormitory, Draco?" Professor Dumbledore asked politely. Draco nodded and turned, allowing them to follow him up the stairs.
He swung the door to the seventh year Slytherin boy's dormitory open, revealing a set of neatly made beds. It looked as though the house elves had already paid a visit to this room.
"I'm afraid we're going to have to search your trunk, Malfoy," Snape said, glancing at the wooden chest at the foot of his bed. Draco followed his gaze, looking vaguely agitated for a moment.
"I'm afraid I can't allow that, sir."
"And I'm afraid you don't have a choice," Remus retorted coldly. "Sit down. Now."
Draco's eyes flashed with hatred, but he did as he was told and took a seat on his bed.
"My father is going to -"
"Be fired when we tell Fudge what you and he are up to," Hermione finished, glaring through her normally-warm chocolate eyes.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he denied smoothly.
Professor Dumbledore gave a flick of his wand, which he produced from the pocket of his robes, and the lock on the trunk popped open. He knelt down next to the chest and started rifling through the Malfoy's belongings as Remus stared suspiciously at the boy. Snape was watching Remus, as though afraid the werewolf would snap and lunge at the student. Either student, in fact.
Draco's expression was one of apprehension as Dumbledore thoroughly searched his trunk.
"I don't deserve this," he protested. "I deserve my dinner."
"You deserve a social disease," Remus hissed at him. Hermione almost giggled at the surprised look that fluttered over Draco's face.
"Ah ha," Dumbledore announced, removing a false bottom from the trunk and pulling out a glowing sphere.
"An Orb of Venus," Remus muttered. "Of course."
"That proves nothing!" Malfoy protested. "It's a paperweight that I got for my birthday."
Professor Dumbledore held the orb out to Remus, but before he could get to it, Hermione snatched it and fiercely chucked the globe at the wall.
Draco winced as opaque glass shattered, landing with a harmonious- sounding twinkle on the floor of the dormitory. Hermione moved to stand in front of him, glaring into his eyes.
"I'll buy you a new one."