A.N. Hello, I'm back with another chapter. And just to let you know this is a perversely long chapter and there is a lemon and some slight gore so... just letting you know. So just tell me what you guys think, R&R.
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The candlelight flickered off the walls, laying like a satin blanket over the silence that consumed the four figures. Remus stood at the front of the Room of Requirement, ashen faced. He sighed heavily, "Well, for the little time you have had, you four have done wonderfully. Just remember... to be careful. You are going against full fledged Death Eaters."
Harry nodded solemnly, his hands clenched around his wand, knuckles white with the force. His face was like stone and it was obvious his will was more than set. Ron barely acknowledged the fact Remus was talking, save for the shift of his eyes to said person and the almost indeterminable nod of his head. He was leaning against a far wall, his figure dark and brooding, the firelight, combined with his hair, giving him an almost ethereal glow. Draco was paler than usual and gave barely any sign of life. His brow was covered in sweat and if you listened hard enough, it you could almost hear the beating of his heart. Hermione sat on a nearby table, a book of defensive spells sitting in her lap, her eyes poured over the words drinking in their meaning. A new fervor had come to her, knowing now that those words could save her life, as well as others.
"Tonight, at dusk the Death Eaters will sneak in by Draco. He will hide them in the Garden House Five; no one is going to be out there until tomorrow morning. During dinner, you are to leave early and begin combing the halls for them. They should not be hard to find, and Harry, bring the Marauder's Map, in case you there is any trouble finding them. Remember what you have learned and if you are in trouble, you are all going to be together, rely on the others. Until then..." Remus trailed off.
The three boys walked out, quiet as death. As they left Hermione turned to Remus, "Things will be alright, I swear they will."
"You can't swear that and you can't promise you'll be alright either."
Hermione sighed, "No, I suppose I can't. But I can swear that I love you, and that I will see you again, no matter what." She held his hand and gently kissed it, as her lips met his in a gentle kiss. Remus turned her head and deepened the kiss holding her to him as if she were life itself. Feelings flowed through them, pulsing the way through their lips, love, fear, hope.
"What scares me the most is I can't be there to help you. If I am seen, by anyone, they could tell the Ministry and I would be sent away. I cannot fathom the thought of sending you out there alone." He said, as his entire body began to shake.
"I am not going to be alone. I will have Ron, Harry, and Draco with me. Both Harry and Ron would kill themselves before letting me be killed." She said soothingly running her hands through his hair.
"All of Hogwarts would not be enough to protect you. Her walls and gargoyles could not keep you safe enough," Remus said, taking her face in his hands.
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He pulled her to him his hands tracing a familiar path on her flesh, his urgency to know that she was indeed there, fueling a passion that was lit by a tear. His hands slid up the column of her neck, tracing the delicate lines of her flesh. His hands found their way up the back of her shirt, his touch searing her skin, almost making her flinch. Hermione opened herself to him and drowned in his touch. Her fears were minimal but, his pain was tangible, the guilt at sending them into this, the fear of losing, the remorse that she had to bear the burden.
His hands slid over the mounds of her breasts, kneading them through the fabric of her shirt. Hermione stood passively, letting him reassure himself, to keep him sane. Remus stopped his questing and looked into her eyes. "Touch me Hermione, please don't leave me alone."
Hermione nearly sobbed at the emotion in his words. 'He doesn't want me to leave him all alone, he doesn't want me to die. He wants me to touch him, to keep him near, to show my love.'
"Don't you ever doubt that I love you," She said, her voice harsh from the tears that threatened to spill.
Remus eyes shone a bright slate grey that was a near gold light. "Only if you swear to do the same," He said, his fingers tracing the line of her lips.
"How long until dinner?" she asked, leaning into the caresses he offered.
"We have three hours," Remus breathed. His hands made quick work of the buttons on her school robe, the need to feel her skin in contact with his was almost overwhelming. He braced his hands on her waist and lifted her back onto the table she had been on earlier. Once she was seated he pushed the robes off her shoulders, almost reverently and it whispered down to the floor.
"Close your eyes, so the room can change. I don't think you'd fancy splinters." Both their eyes slid shut accordingly. There was a small noise, as if a breeze had traveled through the room and rustled a stack of parchments.
Hermione deprived of sight felt her other senses become hyperactive. She was all too aware of Remus hands massaging her thighs, of the ache in her groin. He was breathing heavily and his lips were resting on her upper arm.
"I could lose anyone," he whispered sensually in her ear. "Anyone but, you." As he spoke his hand traveled from her chin falling to her neck and breasts and finally stopping at the button to her skirt. "Open your eyes, love."
Hermione did as she was asked and looked around the newly decorated room, her eyes drinking in the luscious sight. Decorated in black and blue silks was a bed that rivaled her own, the silk sheets glittering under the light of numerous candles.
Remus took her hand and guided her off the table. She turned to him slowly a mischievous glint her eyes. Her hands came to her shirt, taking one button at a time, intentionally being overtly slow.
Remus pushed the material off her shoulders, his hands ghosting over her skin. Once the offending garment was removed, his mouth descended on her shoulder, kissing, biting, and sucking at the skin.
Hermione felt his lips trail upward towards her neck and shivered with the gentleness in which he moved. His lips moved up to her pulse-point and sucked. A wave of pleasure rushed through her body, ripping a moan from her throat. "Do that again," she whispered, running her hand down his leg and ever so slightly grazing over his member.
Remus groaned at the stroke and attached his lips again, sucking while licking at the same time. Hermione cried out arching into him and wrapping her legs around his waist. His pulse raced, as he felt her breath quicken at the overdrive of their bodies touching. Hermione kicked off her shoes and opened her legs wider as he settled between them.
"Merlin... Hermione what you do to me..."
He gently laid her form down on the bed and ran a loving hand through her hair, his touches and fervent whispers of reassuring love. Hermione fought down the thought, knowing that he was doing this because there was no promise he would have the chance to again. His hands divested her of her skirt, pushing them down her mile of leg.
She pulled him closer to her, his face close to hers. "I am here Remus. I am here."
His hands strayed to between them, testing how ready she was for him. An arousing jolt shook his body at her responses to him. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in with a schooled determination. He would give her something to come back for, he would give her a reason to turn and run from a fight, he would make sure she knew just how much he loved her.
His strokes were languid and slow, meant to torture, too slow to give her anything without denying her what she wanted. She worked with him, meeting his every need. After a time of their exertions sweat poured from both their bodies, as loud moans challenged the forthcoming night, and all it's promises.
Each time she lifted her hips to meet his, a wave of pleasure ripped echoed off the walls of her body. They had held back and were reaching a breaking point... literally. His mouth descended her body, taking a nipple and suckling it in his mouth. Hermione nearly bit a hole in her mouth as she held his head in place. What he seemed to be denying himself in her depths, he made up for. Hermione never knew someone could make you scream just from tonguing your nipples.
His tongue traveled over the rosy peak, gently nipping from time to time. His gently touches stirring a fire she had not yet experienced with him. The sound of skin slapping against skin began to increase and Hermione threw her head back, gasping for air she seemed to be deprived of.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed him deeper inside and began rolling her hips. She reached up to his face and turned it to whisper in his ear, "Let go, finish this."
Remus moaned and lifted the intense control he had had on himself, as a symphony of bed springs, moans, and groans ended the sweet torture they had willingly subjected themselves to.
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Hermione laid her head on his chest, trying to comfort them both with her actions. His breathing slowed as he entwined his fingers with her hair. It fell through his fingers, the curls retaining their buoyancy.
"I have to go," She said quietly.
"I know," he said just as silently.
Hermione rose from her position and leaned over him, covering his lips with hers. Remus' hand held her head to his till oxygen was a sever necessity, his desperation more than obvious.
She dressed quickly, all the while he eyes never left her form. 'You fool! What are you doing?! She's going to get hurt and you're sending her out there with only three younger boys to protect her, who can barely protect themselves!' Remus closed his eyes, ignoring the voice screaming in his head.
'It is her choice and I cannot stop her.'
Hermione walked over to him one last time. She held his hand and kissed it. "I will see you tonight."
Remus let her hand go as it slipped out of his, and she walked out the door.
Hermione went up to her room and dropped her bag upon arrival.
"Hello," Griever said, rolling over onto his back.
Hermione was reminded or a rather large kitten, stretching after a nap.
"Hello Griever, how are you?" She asked politely, rummaging through her drawers.
"You may not know this Hermione, but most people change clothes in the morning, instead of popping up at the oddest times," he said settling himself on the wall across from her.
Hermione laughed lightly, "True. I just need a change of clothes. I need to be able to move more freely tonight, is all," she said lightly.
"Ah yes, your confrontation with the Death Eaters tonight, one would need the ability of movement," Griever said as his tail flitted about.
Hermione slammed her drawers shut in surprise. "How in Merlin's name do you know about that?"
Griever smiled a knowing smile, "I am not confined to your room."
Hermione's brow furrowed together. "If you're in here, what's in Malfoy's room?"
Griever gave her a glance; "Go ask him yourself, he's in there right now." As the lion spoke his form on the wall became less and less visible, till he had seemingly left.
'I don't have time to go ask Malfoy what magical creatures live on his walls. I have to find Harry and Ron. Talking to Ginny wouldn't be a bad idea either.' Hermione began undo the buttons on her shirt. 'I hope she's alright. She's been rather scarce for a while. Maybe I do need to talk to her, it's no mystery what's wrong, but still a walk around the lake might be a good idea.'
After Hermione had changed, she grabbed her wand and cloak heading for the door. "Goodbye Griever."
Ginny was in the sixth year girl's dormitories, lying on her bed reading a Muggle romance novel. Her cheeks flushed as the man and woman began to kiss in heated passion. Her cheeks only became redder as she read along. Finally in embarrassment she threw the book aside and turned to other way, as if shunning the pile of paper.
'You can't avoid them forever Ginny.' The voice in her head spoke.
Ginny's eye clamped shut as she bit down on her lip. She would avoid Harry and the others for as long as it took.
'It doesn't matter; you'll give in sooner or later. Our Lord remembers you, how you spoke with him in his diary, all those years ago. He wishes to meet you again and he is coming for you. I see through your eyes, and I know what you know. You cannot avoid him forever. We're coming for you Ginny.'
Ginny lifted her head, the presence was still in her mind, but it was hiding, waiting. Tom still remembered her... Tom, no, that man was Voldemort. Ginny loved Harry and she was not about to give that up. "Harry, Merlin, please come help me. He won't go away."
Draco stood out by the Forbidden Forest, trying to still his heartbeat. He could show no weakness tonight; tonight he had to play the part. He slowed his breathing and cleared his mind, and just in time.
As if from the shadows themselves, seven black cloaks appeared. The first stepped forward, "Draco."
Draco nodded his head at his father, "This way." He led them across the grounds, silent as eight Death Eaters could be. He pushed open the gates to the Greenhouses and led them to Greenhouse three. "Wait here until after dinner. You'll hear dinner end, you're right next to the Great Hall. Once dinner ends, the Halls should be clear."
"You are sure?" a raspy voice asked. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders and her black eyes glittered like a poisoned diamond in the little light they were provided with.
"Yes," Draco said, turning to leave.
"Draco, the Dark Lord commands a special job for you tonight," Lucius said stepping forward.
Draco simply raised an eyebrow.
"You are to bring the Weasley girl here, Ginny."
"Harry, I don't think the fork did anything to you," Hermione said as she watched him wring it in his hands, disfiguring it cruelly.
"What are you...?" Harry began to rant staring at Hermione as if she had lost her marbles. Hermione pointed at the mistreated utensil in his fist. "Oh..."
"You two need to calm down, I realize that we are all scared or excited or worried. Those feelings will do us no good later on tonight. We need to relax and settle into the night, our heads can't be so full of worry that we loose sight of our objective," Hermione said calmly, sipping the pumpkin juice before her.
Ron glared at her, "They didn't tell you did they?"
"Tell me what?" Hermione asked.
"Ginny's gone missing."
Harry's fist slammed on the table, "And we can't do anything. Fred and George are looking now, but it's not enough. It's not enough."
Hermione swallowed past the lump in her throat. "Harry, you can't let the fact that Ginny is missing distract you right now."
Harry's glare was worthy of flames, "I know that but it's still so bloody irritating. I love her and she's gone missing. What would you do if Remus went missing? I know you would be beside yourself with worry!"
"Yes, I would be." Hermione said lowering her head slightly.
"Good then." Harry said leaning back and crossing his arms.
As dinner began to wind down, the three got considerably more nervous. They exchanged glances every two seconds, as if asking a deadly question. As if regaling themselves to the gallows, they stood in unison and walked out of the Great Hall.
A.N. MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! Till next time luv's... And I promise an update in the next five days...