a/n: Thank you for the reviews. This second chapter is not so good, but if anyone has any suggestions, I'd love to hear them! Either you can review, or you can e-mail me at PrincessPadfoot4@netscape.net
And, I own nothing. All the credit goes to the lovely Ms. J. K. Rowling. Also, if I have not mentioned this before, there are or will be book 5 spoilers in this, so if you have not read book 5, I suggest you go read it. What are you waiting for? Go on, go read it. This will still be here when you get done.
Chapter Two
Remus had no one he could talk to. His best friends are gone. Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was empty. Except for the portrait of old Mrs. Black, and may hell freeze over before he opened that curtain.
How can she just walk in here like that? He thought. After five years! No, of course she couldn't tell me when she found out. And, Harry was supposed to tell me? What rubbish! Why couldn't she have told me? How do I know it's really mine? What am I talking about?! Sure he's mine. Bloody hell! What was I thinking?! I'm old enough to be her father! I should have sent her to Harry that night!
Why couldn't she have talked to Ron? They could have worked out their problems without me. What had she said, something about Ron and a Ravenclaw girl? I don't remember. It was just a sympathy romp, and nothing more!
Okay, maybe it was more. The girl is enticing, intriguing. She's beautiful! I wanted her so bad I could taste it! But, I wasn't supposed to get her pregnant! That wasn't supposed to happen!
Remus paced the floor. The thoughts and the memory of her in his bed would not go away. The more he thought about her, the more he wanted her. And he wanted to help her find her son. No, no, my son, he thought, our son.
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"Hermione?" Harry yelled as he opened the door.
"In here!" She called back.
Harry went to the kitchen to find Hermione sitting at the table with a cup of tea. He made himself a cup, but wasted no time getting to the point. "Have you told Remus?"
"Yes, Harry, but listen. I can't get the ministry involved. That's why I went to Remus." She pulled out the ransom note and slid it across the table for Harry to read.
"This is terrible. What did Remus say?" Harry handed the letter back, and sat down.
"Nothing." Was her simple reply. She took a sip of her tea then looked out the window. "He refuses to believe he has a son."
"What?! Hermione, I'll go talk to him. If you can't get the ministry involved, he's the only thing you've got. He can't just turn his back. I know he's better than that."
"No, Harry, I don't think so. I'll have to tell the ministry. I can't think of any other way."
"No, I can't let you do that. You'll get you son killed. I'm going to talk to Remus. We will help you, we will get your son back. That's a promise.
Hermione smiled. She knows that Harry would do anything for his godson. He wants Lucas back just as much as she does. Harry won't let her down.
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"Hermione is in one hell of a situation." Harry told Lavender when he returned home.
"What do you mean?" Lavender asked.
Harry went on to tell her about the kidnapping, the ransom note, and Remus.
"Remus Lupin? Professor Lupin, the werewolf? She slept with him?" Lavender asked, slightly taken aback.
"That's not the point, Lavender." Harry said. "Finding her son is the problem."
"Well, that should be no problem, right? I mean, you are the child's godfather, you know her family and friends better than anyone. Do you have any leads?"
"Not one." Harry tapped the table impatiently. "Unless…"
"What?"
"Nothing, I've just thought of something." Harry stood up. "I'm going out, I'll be back shortly."
"But, Harry, dinner is almost finished!"
Harry leaned over and gave her a kiss. "I'll be back in thirty minutes, I promise."
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Hermione sat in her son's bedroom, nursing a cup of tea. She knew it was late, nearly eleven o'clock. Her body was tired, but she didn't want to go to bed. She kept going over in her mind who could have taken her son. She could only think of one person. But where to find her was the question. Harry might know, she thought.
I need to talk to Remus again, she thought. I should have told him when I found out I was pregnant. How could I be so stupid? Hermione put her tea down and sat on her son's bed. After a few minutes, she started to fall asleep…
"It's going to be alright, Hermione." Remus whispered in her ear as he put his arms around her.
"What did I do wrong?" Hermione cried.
"Nothing." Remus kissed her forehead, and then looked into her eyes. He brought his lips down to hers. She was a little startled at first, but gave in to his seductive kiss.
His tongue teased her lips before he invaded her mouth. Hermione let out another startled yelp. Remus took her face in his hands, and pushed her away. "Ron doesn't know how much he's losing." He said breathlessly, and then kissed her again.
Hermione didn't protest. Instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer. His hands slid up and down her back as he trailed his tongue down to her neck, and began kissing and biting. "Oh, remus!" She said, throwing her head back. Remus's hand slid down between her legs and she tried to stifle a moan as she felt the wetness flood through.
After a minute, Remus pulled back. "I'm afraid if you don't stop me now, I may not be able to stop later." He said.
"I'm afraid if you want to stop, I may not be able to let you." She said, stepping closer to him.
Remus picked her up and sat her on his bed. "I was hoping you'd say that." He smiled, and pulled her shirt off, revealing her bare breasts. He cupped one in his hand and began sucking. His fingers teased her sex. Her hands clawed the bed.
Remus moved down and left a trail of kisses behind him. He stopped at her jeans, and proceeded to unbutton them with his teeth. Hermione pulled them down then pulled his off. She stood up and pushed him onto the bed, where she knelt in front of him. She teased a little before taking it all into her mouth.
"Good Gods, woman!" He moaned. After a few minutes, he lifted her head. She stood up and lay next to him. Remus leaned in to kiss her as he teased the sensitive spot between her legs. As she was nearing orgasm, he plunged his fingers inside of her. Her body shook as the wave passed over her.
Remus pushed her legs apart as he positioned himself on top of her. He entered her with no hesitation. Hermione closed her eyes tightly and cried out in pain. Remus stopped. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize…" He hesitated for a moment before he continued. He moved slowly, until she opened her eyes, and began moving with him.
Remus moaned and started thrusting harder. Hermione moved in sync with his movements. He leaned in and began kissing her neck. Ron has never made me feel like this, she thought. Remus pushed himself back up and put her legs above his shoulders. They reached their climax at the same time. He paused for a moment. Aw, hell, he thought, and then continued releasing his seed inside of her.
"Hermione?"
"hmm…?"
"Hermione?" Someone was shaking her awake. "Hermione?"
She jumped up. "Remus! Oh, Remus…I'm Sorry."
Remus put his fingers over her mouth. "Shh… You're not at fault here, love. I should be apologizing to you."
"No, Remus, I-"
"Shh…." Remus stood up and turned away. "Hermione, I didn't know what else to say. You come back into my life after five years, and expect me to just stand there with my arms wide open? I couldn't do that. Five years, Hermione. Not a visit, owl, nothing. And now you're telling me I have a son. I didn't know how to react." He turned to face Hermione again. "I don't know what lead me to believe he was not mine. We did it three times that night, and I'm sure one time was enough. But it all makes sense; I was just to naïve to believe it. And for that, Hermione, I'm sorry."
"No, Remus, don't-"
He put his fingers over her lips again. "Let's just find our son."
And, I own nothing. All the credit goes to the lovely Ms. J. K. Rowling. Also, if I have not mentioned this before, there are or will be book 5 spoilers in this, so if you have not read book 5, I suggest you go read it. What are you waiting for? Go on, go read it. This will still be here when you get done.
Chapter Two
Remus had no one he could talk to. His best friends are gone. Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was empty. Except for the portrait of old Mrs. Black, and may hell freeze over before he opened that curtain.
How can she just walk in here like that? He thought. After five years! No, of course she couldn't tell me when she found out. And, Harry was supposed to tell me? What rubbish! Why couldn't she have told me? How do I know it's really mine? What am I talking about?! Sure he's mine. Bloody hell! What was I thinking?! I'm old enough to be her father! I should have sent her to Harry that night!
Why couldn't she have talked to Ron? They could have worked out their problems without me. What had she said, something about Ron and a Ravenclaw girl? I don't remember. It was just a sympathy romp, and nothing more!
Okay, maybe it was more. The girl is enticing, intriguing. She's beautiful! I wanted her so bad I could taste it! But, I wasn't supposed to get her pregnant! That wasn't supposed to happen!
Remus paced the floor. The thoughts and the memory of her in his bed would not go away. The more he thought about her, the more he wanted her. And he wanted to help her find her son. No, no, my son, he thought, our son.
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"Hermione?" Harry yelled as he opened the door.
"In here!" She called back.
Harry went to the kitchen to find Hermione sitting at the table with a cup of tea. He made himself a cup, but wasted no time getting to the point. "Have you told Remus?"
"Yes, Harry, but listen. I can't get the ministry involved. That's why I went to Remus." She pulled out the ransom note and slid it across the table for Harry to read.
"This is terrible. What did Remus say?" Harry handed the letter back, and sat down.
"Nothing." Was her simple reply. She took a sip of her tea then looked out the window. "He refuses to believe he has a son."
"What?! Hermione, I'll go talk to him. If you can't get the ministry involved, he's the only thing you've got. He can't just turn his back. I know he's better than that."
"No, Harry, I don't think so. I'll have to tell the ministry. I can't think of any other way."
"No, I can't let you do that. You'll get you son killed. I'm going to talk to Remus. We will help you, we will get your son back. That's a promise.
Hermione smiled. She knows that Harry would do anything for his godson. He wants Lucas back just as much as she does. Harry won't let her down.
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"Hermione is in one hell of a situation." Harry told Lavender when he returned home.
"What do you mean?" Lavender asked.
Harry went on to tell her about the kidnapping, the ransom note, and Remus.
"Remus Lupin? Professor Lupin, the werewolf? She slept with him?" Lavender asked, slightly taken aback.
"That's not the point, Lavender." Harry said. "Finding her son is the problem."
"Well, that should be no problem, right? I mean, you are the child's godfather, you know her family and friends better than anyone. Do you have any leads?"
"Not one." Harry tapped the table impatiently. "Unless…"
"What?"
"Nothing, I've just thought of something." Harry stood up. "I'm going out, I'll be back shortly."
"But, Harry, dinner is almost finished!"
Harry leaned over and gave her a kiss. "I'll be back in thirty minutes, I promise."
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Hermione sat in her son's bedroom, nursing a cup of tea. She knew it was late, nearly eleven o'clock. Her body was tired, but she didn't want to go to bed. She kept going over in her mind who could have taken her son. She could only think of one person. But where to find her was the question. Harry might know, she thought.
I need to talk to Remus again, she thought. I should have told him when I found out I was pregnant. How could I be so stupid? Hermione put her tea down and sat on her son's bed. After a few minutes, she started to fall asleep…
"It's going to be alright, Hermione." Remus whispered in her ear as he put his arms around her.
"What did I do wrong?" Hermione cried.
"Nothing." Remus kissed her forehead, and then looked into her eyes. He brought his lips down to hers. She was a little startled at first, but gave in to his seductive kiss.
His tongue teased her lips before he invaded her mouth. Hermione let out another startled yelp. Remus took her face in his hands, and pushed her away. "Ron doesn't know how much he's losing." He said breathlessly, and then kissed her again.
Hermione didn't protest. Instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer. His hands slid up and down her back as he trailed his tongue down to her neck, and began kissing and biting. "Oh, remus!" She said, throwing her head back. Remus's hand slid down between her legs and she tried to stifle a moan as she felt the wetness flood through.
After a minute, Remus pulled back. "I'm afraid if you don't stop me now, I may not be able to stop later." He said.
"I'm afraid if you want to stop, I may not be able to let you." She said, stepping closer to him.
Remus picked her up and sat her on his bed. "I was hoping you'd say that." He smiled, and pulled her shirt off, revealing her bare breasts. He cupped one in his hand and began sucking. His fingers teased her sex. Her hands clawed the bed.
Remus moved down and left a trail of kisses behind him. He stopped at her jeans, and proceeded to unbutton them with his teeth. Hermione pulled them down then pulled his off. She stood up and pushed him onto the bed, where she knelt in front of him. She teased a little before taking it all into her mouth.
"Good Gods, woman!" He moaned. After a few minutes, he lifted her head. She stood up and lay next to him. Remus leaned in to kiss her as he teased the sensitive spot between her legs. As she was nearing orgasm, he plunged his fingers inside of her. Her body shook as the wave passed over her.
Remus pushed her legs apart as he positioned himself on top of her. He entered her with no hesitation. Hermione closed her eyes tightly and cried out in pain. Remus stopped. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize…" He hesitated for a moment before he continued. He moved slowly, until she opened her eyes, and began moving with him.
Remus moaned and started thrusting harder. Hermione moved in sync with his movements. He leaned in and began kissing her neck. Ron has never made me feel like this, she thought. Remus pushed himself back up and put her legs above his shoulders. They reached their climax at the same time. He paused for a moment. Aw, hell, he thought, and then continued releasing his seed inside of her.
"Hermione?"
"hmm…?"
"Hermione?" Someone was shaking her awake. "Hermione?"
She jumped up. "Remus! Oh, Remus…I'm Sorry."
Remus put his fingers over her mouth. "Shh… You're not at fault here, love. I should be apologizing to you."
"No, Remus, I-"
"Shh…." Remus stood up and turned away. "Hermione, I didn't know what else to say. You come back into my life after five years, and expect me to just stand there with my arms wide open? I couldn't do that. Five years, Hermione. Not a visit, owl, nothing. And now you're telling me I have a son. I didn't know how to react." He turned to face Hermione again. "I don't know what lead me to believe he was not mine. We did it three times that night, and I'm sure one time was enough. But it all makes sense; I was just to naïve to believe it. And for that, Hermione, I'm sorry."
"No, Remus, don't-"
He put his fingers over her lips again. "Let's just find our son."