Caught In The Act
Oh dear. Mr Granger catches Hermione and Remus, but they're not doing what he thinks they are! It's all a bit confusing in this chapter, but please r/r!
After a delicious dinner and an offer from Mrs Granger to spend the night in the guest room, Remus was lying flat on his back in bed, smiling for no apparent reason. He was thinking about life. More importantly he was thinking about Hermione. He felt something move below the sheets and shook himself furiously.
"Get a grip, Remus," he told himself, sitting bolt upright, "You're a fully grown man, she's seventeen for god's sake!"
He hadn't realized he was speaking aloud until he heard a heavenly voice at the door.
"Remus? You all right in there?" Hermione whispered in a low voice.
"F-fine," he replied with a stutter, edging close to the door and opening it slightly. He was only wearing his boxers and didn't really want Hermione to see them, seeing as they weren't actually his, (A/N: Long Story - Prequel Coming Soon so look out for it!).
"You were talking to yourself?" She questioned, trying to edge the door open further, but still keeping behind it. She was dressed for bed and was admittedly bashful around Remus any way.
"Oh bugger it!" Remus thought silently and opened the door entirely, letting Hermione step inside before closing it again.
*
"My god look at that six pack!" Thought Hermione.
*
"Is it just the moonlight or does she look incredible?" Thought Remus.
*
There was an un-awkward silence as they stood facing each other and gazing. Hermione was the first to realize she was staring and also the first to speak.
"You sure you're...okay?" She asked, her face turning scarlet.
Remus's ears burned as he realized he had just been staring. "Pull yourself together man!" He shook himself and looked right into Hermione's eyes.
"Fine." He said reassuringly. "Now, what's the plan for tomorrow?" His voice got a bit lower and he started to slip into "growl talk" as Hermione liked to call it.
Hermione grinned widely as though she was about to burst into giggles. But instead she controlled herself and moved across to the bed. She sat down and beckoned him to follow. He looked at her slowly before moving to the bed himself.
"Self control, self control..." He thought, sitting down beside her.
"I'll take you down to that place; it's like a cave; I'll show you around." She whispered.
Remus suddenly felt oddly excited by their whispered tones. "Oh for god's sake Remus," he thought, "you're planning a surprise party for Harry, not bloody eloping with Hermione." All the same Remus couldn't help but edge closer to Hermione, hoping she wouldn't notice too quickly.
*
"He's moving closer," Hermione thought as they sat on the bed in a comfortable silence, "does that mean? No, don't be silly! It's just planning a party! Yet that suspicion in Dad's eyes this afternoon... He couldn't think? Me and Remus? Surely not! You're being stupid Hermione! Get your act together and don't try and seem so pleased that Remus is inches away from you in the middle of the night and that you're sitting on his bed right now..."
*
"She didn't notice," Remus thought, watching her hair flowing down her back gracefully in the summer breeze, "thank god. I don't want to spoil this, not now. I just like her presence here. I feel like we could be alone together. Alone together. Listen to yourself Remus! You're not bloody making sense! Get under control you daft old werewolf!"
*
Hermione and Remus let out a long heart-felt sigh at the same time. They immediately looked to each other and turned away blushing and smiling together.
Remus lifted Hermione's head up by the chin. She had a tear in her eye and a wide smile. He smiled too, gazing intently into her eyes.
*
Mr Granger decided to take a midnight stroll. He couldn't sleep for the thought of his little Hermione being corrupted by that old letch. He walked half way down the landing to check on his little angel sleeping silently in her bed. Her door was ajar. As he approached her door he peered around the corner.
And upon an empty bed.
*
Remus and Hermione were edging closer to each other, closer still. His hand still on her chin, raising her head slightly with every centimetre that they moved together.
Suddenly the door blast open with an almighty bang and Remus was looking into the furious face of Henry Granger.
Sorry to end on a cliff hanger! But I'm tired and I wanted to start writing the prequel Lupin's Boxers story! Plus I have to start on Lupin's Christmas too! Anyway, If you want a sneaky-peeky of the next chapter:
A Blazing Row, A Defiant Daughter, An Angry Harry, A Kiss From a Werewolf.
Coming Soon...
Oh dear. Mr Granger catches Hermione and Remus, but they're not doing what he thinks they are! It's all a bit confusing in this chapter, but please r/r!
After a delicious dinner and an offer from Mrs Granger to spend the night in the guest room, Remus was lying flat on his back in bed, smiling for no apparent reason. He was thinking about life. More importantly he was thinking about Hermione. He felt something move below the sheets and shook himself furiously.
"Get a grip, Remus," he told himself, sitting bolt upright, "You're a fully grown man, she's seventeen for god's sake!"
He hadn't realized he was speaking aloud until he heard a heavenly voice at the door.
"Remus? You all right in there?" Hermione whispered in a low voice.
"F-fine," he replied with a stutter, edging close to the door and opening it slightly. He was only wearing his boxers and didn't really want Hermione to see them, seeing as they weren't actually his, (A/N: Long Story - Prequel Coming Soon so look out for it!).
"You were talking to yourself?" She questioned, trying to edge the door open further, but still keeping behind it. She was dressed for bed and was admittedly bashful around Remus any way.
"Oh bugger it!" Remus thought silently and opened the door entirely, letting Hermione step inside before closing it again.
*
"My god look at that six pack!" Thought Hermione.
*
"Is it just the moonlight or does she look incredible?" Thought Remus.
*
There was an un-awkward silence as they stood facing each other and gazing. Hermione was the first to realize she was staring and also the first to speak.
"You sure you're...okay?" She asked, her face turning scarlet.
Remus's ears burned as he realized he had just been staring. "Pull yourself together man!" He shook himself and looked right into Hermione's eyes.
"Fine." He said reassuringly. "Now, what's the plan for tomorrow?" His voice got a bit lower and he started to slip into "growl talk" as Hermione liked to call it.
Hermione grinned widely as though she was about to burst into giggles. But instead she controlled herself and moved across to the bed. She sat down and beckoned him to follow. He looked at her slowly before moving to the bed himself.
"Self control, self control..." He thought, sitting down beside her.
"I'll take you down to that place; it's like a cave; I'll show you around." She whispered.
Remus suddenly felt oddly excited by their whispered tones. "Oh for god's sake Remus," he thought, "you're planning a surprise party for Harry, not bloody eloping with Hermione." All the same Remus couldn't help but edge closer to Hermione, hoping she wouldn't notice too quickly.
*
"He's moving closer," Hermione thought as they sat on the bed in a comfortable silence, "does that mean? No, don't be silly! It's just planning a party! Yet that suspicion in Dad's eyes this afternoon... He couldn't think? Me and Remus? Surely not! You're being stupid Hermione! Get your act together and don't try and seem so pleased that Remus is inches away from you in the middle of the night and that you're sitting on his bed right now..."
*
"She didn't notice," Remus thought, watching her hair flowing down her back gracefully in the summer breeze, "thank god. I don't want to spoil this, not now. I just like her presence here. I feel like we could be alone together. Alone together. Listen to yourself Remus! You're not bloody making sense! Get under control you daft old werewolf!"
*
Hermione and Remus let out a long heart-felt sigh at the same time. They immediately looked to each other and turned away blushing and smiling together.
Remus lifted Hermione's head up by the chin. She had a tear in her eye and a wide smile. He smiled too, gazing intently into her eyes.
*
Mr Granger decided to take a midnight stroll. He couldn't sleep for the thought of his little Hermione being corrupted by that old letch. He walked half way down the landing to check on his little angel sleeping silently in her bed. Her door was ajar. As he approached her door he peered around the corner.
And upon an empty bed.
*
Remus and Hermione were edging closer to each other, closer still. His hand still on her chin, raising her head slightly with every centimetre that they moved together.
Suddenly the door blast open with an almighty bang and Remus was looking into the furious face of Henry Granger.
Sorry to end on a cliff hanger! But I'm tired and I wanted to start writing the prequel Lupin's Boxers story! Plus I have to start on Lupin's Christmas too! Anyway, If you want a sneaky-peeky of the next chapter:
A Blazing Row, A Defiant Daughter, An Angry Harry, A Kiss From a Werewolf.
Coming Soon...