Disclaimer: I wish I owned Remus…but sadly that is not the case, just like I don't own Harry potter…or the sting/police lyrics.
Don't Stand So Close To Me This Girl is Half His Age"Age is strictly a case of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't
matter." Jack Benny
Hermione walked into his classroom, and where it would have been a simple choice of where to sit before, this time she paused. Looking at the front row seats, to the middle to the back. She almost walked to the back before realizing that would look too suspicious, after all Hermione Granger never sits at the back of a classroom, that would be going against her own unwritten classroom rules. She quickly walked towards the front desks and put her book down so that she would be sitting facing the professor's table. Squaring her shoulders as Harry and Ron took seats next to her she took out her wand and gripped it in her hand tightly. Then realizing how ridiculous that looked she relaxed her grip on her wand as she heard the bell signaling the beginning of the class.
He walked in and quietly shut the door behind him. He was always so graceful. Her eyes followed every movement he made; he was just as graceful walking around in a classroom as he was walking around in the dark shadows of the forbidden forest.
"Good Afternoon," Professor Lupin gave a sort of half smile to the class as he set his worn briefcase on the table. The class, which no doubt, was expecting a lesson on some exciting creature, seemed more or less disappointed when Lupin gave orders to keep their books out and wands away. This wasn't like his usual interesting classes, but most everyone understood the reason why.
As Hermione flipped to the chapter they had been assigned to read, she studied him. He looked exhausted, she noticed. Hermione frowned at his weary presence and tattered robes. She could see that he had tried to make an effort. His robes had been patched up the best they could in their situation, and he had acquired new letters to replace the peeling ones for his briefcase. Why he was this drained, Hermione couldn't figure out. The full moon was three weeks away, and all he had been doing was teach. Maybe he needed an assistant, Hermione thought to herself. Then she mentally chided herself for being such a pathetic idealistic. What a cliché that would be, an obsessed lovesick schoolgirl working as an assistant for her professor.
She looked at him again, as her fingers unconsciously ran up and down her book. He was sitting at his table, pouring over a long piece of parchment as he rapidly wrote on another parchment. His fingers and wrist moving in rhythm to a beat she did not recognize, but understood. She watched his ink stained hands; he had beautiful hands. Hermione smiled vaguely as she pictured Professor Lupin as an artist. An artist, the word had it's own aura of mystique.
Distracted she kept gazing at him, now twirling her quill much like she had been twirling her fork the other night. He abruptly looked up from his work to find himself again, as if being pulled by some invisible magnetic field source staring into her eyes. Hermione's head jerked up but their gaze kept contact. She'd never felt so much sympathy and desire for one human being ever before. She could smell the sensual musk and pure electric passion that seemed to beat through his pulses and a hunger so great erupted warmly in the center of her stomach, spreading through her veins until she was left shaking with hunger. His eyes widened, and Hermione would see his jaw working and his fists clenched together tightly against his thigh. Don't deny yourself any longer.
He broke eye contact again, looking down at his work, and then back up at her. Clearing his throat he stood up. Her hands slid down to her heaving breasts, and up to her mouth to cover her shaky breath.
"Hermione?" he said softly, as if dealing with an animal about to attack if not dealt with correctly. He took a few steps toward her as Hermione jerked out of her trance like state. Then, as if someone had just turned the volume back up from mute, all kinds of noises rushed back through her ears into her head. She turned to find Harry and Ron standing beside her with an unreadable strange look on their faces. She jumped up from her seat causing the chair to fall back from her sudden movement. She could feel her face temperature rising as she hurriedly mumbled an apology and bent down to pick up the fallen chair.
She could feel his gaze upon her as she collected her books and started stuffing them into her backpack. Pushing the chair back in she rushed past Harry and Ron to stumble out the door. Just as she was out the door she suddenly stopped, sharply whirled back around to stick her head in the room to find all three men staring at her.
Harry and Ron, both hiding wicked grins, strode to the door to follow Hermione, who had already disappeared again.
"Well that was interesting," Harry said quietly, "See you tomorrow Professor Lupin!" he shouted before catching up with Hermione and Ron. They immediately started getting lectured by Hermione, who seemed to have returned to her normal state, but still modeling a bright red face.
"Don't even start about what happened! I am NOT in 'love' with anyone, I was just really tired from all the stress, and work I have piled up that I haven't even started on…" Hermione finished lamely, blowing the hair off of her face.
"Ya, Hermione, sure that's what you're worried about," Ron said laughing sarcastically.
"Why don't you just tell us who it is?" Harry asked gently, "Or do you not trust us enough with that kind of thing?" He said mockingly as they reached the common room.
"Ofcourse I trust you both! If I didn't I wouldn't stuck with being your friend for six years now could I? This is getting more and more ridiculous everyday!" Hermione muttered striding past them and up the girls dormitory for the rest of the day.
Pushing the covers off of her, Hermione carefully padded across the room towards the window. Pushing the sheer curtains aside she looked up at the practically full round moon. It had already been three weeks since her spasm of ecstasy in his presence. In his presence. Pouring herself a glass of water, she gazed down at the forest. Hermione quickly checked on the beds next to her, satisfied that their occupants were peacefully snoring.
Hermione breathed in the fresh air as she crossed across the courtyard towards the Dark forest. She understood why he came out here every night. Hugging herself to ward off the slight chill in the October air, she smiled in content at the peaceful moments the forest offered in its dark haven. She gazed out into the endless eternity of dark shadows and breeze hovering comfortably above her. How many times had she come out here and have the strong urge to run across these sacred woods? She wanted to relish in the wild moment of free abandon. To have her curls flow freely through the wind, have her body loose all sense and let the animal in her take over. Is that what transforming without the pain and constant agony feel like? Is that what he wished he could transform to tomorrow night? She started humming softly as she followed his usual trail through the dense trees.
The hairs on the back of his neck rose slightly. It was so very beautiful. His eyes closed on their own accord as he heard the haunting melody vibrating through the whistling breeze in the air. It filled him with a dangerous wanting.
"Hermione?" the husky voice floated through the air behind her, causing her to whip around to face her teacher as the music in her throat died.
He walked towards her, the branches and dry leaves crumbling beneath his steps. She nervously twisted the zipper on the front of the jacket she had quickly thrown on before sneaking down to the grounds. Her heart beat thudded louder and quicker as he neared, sending her a small smile.
"What are you doing down here Hermione?" he asked softy, frowning.
"I…I just…" she didn't know what to say. She had been so consumed with finally running into her professor, that she forgot about the consequences of being found out late. Although for some reason she had never pictured getting into trouble for anything when it came to Professor Lupin. Why had she thought that way? Why would he treat her any different from all the other students? Knowing him just a little bit outside of school didn't mean she would get special treatment.
"I just wanted to take a stroll outside, I wasn't feeling too good, I guess I didn't realize how late it was…" she said, her eyes moving from one towering tree to another. Remus moved closer to her as he stared down at the mass of wild curls covering Hermione's face from him. His slight movement caused Hermione's head to lift up and look into his amber eyes curiously.
"I'm sorry," she said looking him in the eye. His breath hitched in his throat as he fixed his gaze upon Hermione. His hands immediately curled into fists and he pressed them deep into his sides. He tried to give her a reprimanding stare, but understood her need.
"Well, I guess I'll walk you back to your common room," he said, smiling and stepping aside to let her pass. Her eyes dropped and a small frown seemed to settle on her mouth. The sight caused him to sigh wearily, but his gaze didn't leave her frowning lips. Against his will, his fingers uncurled, and curled again, his jaw clenched stubbornly, not wanting to give in. Suddenly, on impulse, he ran his finger slowly over her bottom lip and down the curve of her throat. His fingers froze over her neck and he could feel the rapid beating of her pulse under his touch. She unconsciously stepped closer, and closer still until she could hear the rustle of his sweater against her clothes. She pressed closer still until he closed his eyes with his fingers still on her throat, pleasure seeping through his veins at the feeling of her breasts pressed against his chest.
His eyes narrowed into a dark smoky amber as his head slightly tilted to one side. A whisper of breeze floated around Hermione, lifting her hair off her shoulders exposing the pale skin of her throat and chest. Shivering she pushed herself closer, letting her warm breath slowly hit the base of Remus's throat. She didn't know where this boldness had come from, nothing made sense at the moment except that there was a man she has desired for so very long, and she wasn't doing to deny herself any longer.
She could feel Remus's muscles tense, and shudder as she let her mouth linger lightly over his skin. His fingers curled the base of her throat and tried to nudge some distance between their bodies.
"Hermione…" his voice was husky, his pupils beginning to dilate to black.
Hermione closed her eyes, enjoying the pent up pressure and passion inside Remus. Hermione could feel the rhythm of his pulse as she savored the scent of the sandalwood musk. She felt the low rumble in his throat.
Dipping his head, he abruptly captured her lips in his softly. Hermione's head felt dizzy as he caught her lips again and again, his tongue sliding past her lips and into her mouth. Tasting him made all of her mad urges of passion real. Hermione skimmed her hands across chest and into his soft brown hair. The kiss was gentle, as gentle as sugar quills and melting chocolate, so gentle it made Hermione's heart tremble. A bird, a bird was being set lose inside her body. It was fluttering too fast; it was taking the oxygen out of her body. She felt Remus pull away, the bird in her chest was beating its wings still, it was gilding through the wind to be locked up in its cage once more. Hermione reopened her eyes to find Remus peering into hers with unease. She blinked and suddenly the urge to look away came upon her, as if what had just happened had shocked her or shamed her.
He stepped away, releasing her, as if just understanding the entire meaning of what they had just shared. What rules and trusts he had just broken, what he had just done to his student, James son's friend. She was half his age!
He glanced back at her; she was still looking away, her eyes wide, her hand on her heart. She turned to look at him, he was sure, positive infact, for a moment that he saw something other than confusion in her eyes. Passion, something he was sure was being mirrored in his own. A strange look seemed to come over her face and a soft smile almost started playing on her lips.
"I'll see you tomorrow in class, Professor Lupin," she said softly, her eyes seemed dazed, and she walked away towards the castle. Remus gaped at her fading form; his eyes following the gentle swaying of her hips as she walked away from him.
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