Chapter. 6
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Don't Stand So Close To Me
Don't stand…
Don't stand so…
Don't stand so close to me
Sliding the strap of her black Mary Janes shoes to ease her foot out Hermione neatly placed them by her schoolbag under the tree. She rolled her socks down and laid them by her shoes. Just as she was about to tie her hair back a loud splash interrupted. Many droplets of water showered her body and she covered her face with her arms.
"You know, I reckon even Snape himself takes less precaution then you do when he comes down to the lake!" Ron commented, "not that he would ever come down here…" he added as an after thought, his orange hair plastered to his head as he made his way over to Harry, who seemed to have jumped onto a not very happy squid tentacle.
Hermione dryly laughed before carefully dipping her feet into the refreshing cool water. She leaned back on her hands, lifting her face up to the warm sunrays. She let thoughts of Remus breeze about her mind, letting them tantalizingly linger around. A lazy smile drifted to her face as her thoughts carried her to a satisfying daydream.
"Have a nice weekend." Professor Lupin called out to the students leaving his classroom after class. He made his way behind his desk, organizing and stacking papers and setting them in his torn briefcase.
Hermione began putting her belongings away slowly, waiting until all the students had filed out, including Harry and Ron, to whom she had simply said she needed to talk to Lupin.
The last group of chattering students filed out and carelessly slammed the door. Professor Lupin was still behind his desk, unaware of the one student left standing in his empty classroom. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves she made her way towards his desk cautiously. Upon reaching it she cleared her throat and addressed him softly.
Remus raised his eyes towards her, a smile already gracing his features as he began to say something. Realizing whom it was he stopped, staring at her for a moment before coughing slightly and looking down at his hands.
"Prof-
Hermione paused, that didn't seem quite an appropriate title now. She began again quietly.
"Remus…" her soft voice echoed softly in the room, bringing Remus's gaze back up to her. He seemed to be struggling to keep authority and maintain a calm demeanor.
"Ms. Granger," he responded, his hands limp at his sides now. Hermione looked away, nervously licking her lips. Opening her mouth Hermione looked for something to say, only to find Remus doing the same. Stopping immediately Hermione uncomfortably shifted from one foot to another. The walls of the room seemed to be pressing against her, closing in on her, urging her to say something, anything, to break the growing silence.
Clearing his throat Remus stepped out from behind his desk, carrying his briefcase in one hand and a stack of heavy parchments in the other.
"Well, I'll see you in class tomorrow Hermione," he said, giving her an uneasy smile and began walking towards the door.
Hermione's mind swirled into action as she reached to stop him.
"Wait!" she cried out, her hand lading on his arm. He stopped and silence took over the room again. Hermione gathered her courage as he turned slightly to face her. But seeing his face again seemed to drain her. She faltered, quickly snatching her hand back from his arm.
Remus sighed softly, gathering the stacks of parchment in his arm closer.
"Hermione," he began softly, "you don't have to feel the necessity to reveal anything you don't want to, I'll understand." Remus carefully guarded his expression.
Hermione glanced up with surprise, what was he trying to say? Her hands began to sweat, her thoughts a whirlpool of confusion and longing. She started into those kind eyes of his trying to find something else. Trying to search for the hidden treasure of abundant passion buried beneath its sunken depths. Her breath hitched in her throat as a flicker glimmered and flittered in and out with the dim lights partially splashed across his features. For so long they had been playing a lose-lose situation game, for so long they had seeked each other. Now Hermione was desperate to reach out and touch him. Touch him like she'd never been given the permission to before, explore with a free will. Her fingertips were burning to feel his skin, her legs aching with a real pain to wind themselves around his long body.
Hermione reached out and brushed her fingers along his jaw, leaning in to breath in his musky aroma. It seemed to mingle with her blood, filling her with greed and the mad urge to give herself to him completely. Her eyes were heavy lidded and filled with too much crazed lust to let shyness overtake again or see Remus's expression. Remus took a sharp intake of air, staring down into Hermione's dark eyes. Her arms were snaking around his neck and her lips found the warm lips they had been seeking. Pushing against his stubborn and shocked stillness she demanded his lips to respond. Standing on her toes she pressed her form to his body, feeling the course rustling of the parchments.
Her head was reeling from the sudden change in the atmosphere, the silence seemed to now be filled with a constant rushing. She heard the briefcase drop to the floor, feeling Remus's arm slide across her hips and up to her back. Responding to Hermione's kiss he ran his tongue along her lips, taking control he pushed her against the wide board behind them. Hermione vaguely felt the stack of parchments slide past her feet as they floated down to the ground. Both arms around her, Remus plunged his tongue into her inviting, warm mouth. Hermione ran her fingers through his hair, feeling her back pressed against the cold board. She felt his lips glide across her face and down to the soft skin of her neck. Shivering desperately as she felt his mouth over her skin she clenched her fists harder to keep the growing fire within her. The flame wasn't burning down though; it was growing, growing into a large bonfire, leaving her feeling helpless and confused.
The warm lights in the room grew dimmer as the night ticked by slowly, the room filling with cool blasts of air from the open windows, chilling the bare, empty room.
