Revelations

Disclaimer: don't own it never will… is there even a point to these anymore?

Note: There may be some confusion as to the effects of the potion. I said earlier that Remus stopped aging in his twenties, right? So after taking the Potion he would simply pick up from there. There is no extra aging at all… okay? We want Remus HOT and IN HIS PRIME, right ladies?

Notes: I'm continuing all of my stories as though The Half Blood Prince doesn't exist. It's a good book, but a few events don't tie in with my plot. Thank you, PoD

Extra Note: I did it again. I wrote this w/out thinking about my previous chapters. I had obviously forgotten what I had already written, and so I had managed to miraculously resurrect both Snape and McGonagal. Not much has changed except that, so if you don't care, don't read. This is just to save me from any more scolding!

X

"You seem distracted," Arthur said, interrupting Remus' train of thought.

"Hmm? Yes, that's fine," he said, absentmindedly.

"Remus, what's on your mind that has you so preoccupied?" Arthur asked.

"What? Oh, it's nothing much… you were saying?" Remus said, trying his hardest to stay focused on the reason for the meeting.

"As much as I am enjoying talking to myself about your progress with Hermione, I feel that I am keeping you from being somewhere important," Arthur said, smiling gently, "I think I will take my leave now. However, I'll be in touch and, hopefully, you will not be so… vague… during our next meeting."

"Thank you, Arthur," Remus said, standing.

"Before you go, I must ask," Arthur said, grinning, "How is Hermione?"

"Oh she's fine," Remus said, and then, seeing Arthur's grin widen, "I know what you're thinking, Arthur, and I assure you that there is nothing going on between us."

"I'm sure," Arthur said, "But let me assure you that there would be nothing wrong if there were- something more."

Remus smiled, excused himself, and apparated back to Hermione's house.

"Hermione?" he called softly. There was no reply, so he walked upstairs, assuming that she was in her room. He was, of course, correct.

Hermione had fallen asleep on her bed with- what else- a book, falling open in her lap. When shut the door, she stirred slightly, causing the book to fall on the floor with a loud "thud". Remus winced as she sat up with wide, frightened eyes. When they fell upon him, leaning against the door, she sighed and smiled.

He walked across the room and sat on the edge of the bed, grinning sheepishly.

"Sorry to wake you," he said, "I was trying to be quiet."

"Why?" she asked.

"I was just going to sneak under there with you and get some rest myself," he replied, blushing in the faint moonlight.

In response, she tugged the covers out from under him and patted the bed beside her. He grinned, standing up to shed his boots, socks, jacket, and shirt, before approaching the bed again. She shook her head, chuckling.

"You're going to sleep in jeans?" she said, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Well, I figured that… it would be…" he trailed off.

"What? Inappropriate?" she said, smirking at him in a most uncharacteristic way, "If you don't take them off, then I'll have to do it for you."

He immediately shed his jeans, which left him in a pain of dark blue boxers. He slid under the covers, wrapping his arms around Hermione and pulling her to him. He noticed that she had changed into a very light slip and smiled. 'How very convenient…' he thought.

"So, how did your meeting go?" she asked, turning in his embrace to face him.

"Not very well. It has been postponed on account of- well… my spaciness. I was rather distracted," he said, "And it was entirely your fault."

"How so?" she asked innocently.

"Don't play coy with me, Miss Persistent," he replied, "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"You're not mad are you?" she said, batting her eyelashes.

He rolled his eyes at her childish roll playing. "Oh, absolutely furious…" he said sarcastically.

"I hope you won't punish me… too severely," she taunted, her eyes glinting dangerously.

'Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to play along,' he thought.

"Oh, it will be positively brutal, I'm sure," he whispered, capturing her lips in a deep kiss.

Hermione moaned, and he pulled away, making her frown. He smirked, returning to attack her neck, moving his mouth lower and lower until it found the cloth of her nightgown, which he proceeded to pull off of her. He found her completely nude underneath. 'How INCREDIBLY convenient…' he thought. Even so, he was thankful. That removed one obstacle for him. He quickly removed his boxers, the other obstacle, and continued his ministrations.

As his mouth continued its journey over her sensitive skin, his left hand traveled to that most treasured place, caressing and petting until she was moaning and writhing beneath him. He pulled his hand away, making her whimper, but he drowned it with a kiss.

He waited for her to catch her breath before he moved his hand back. This time, he inserted one finger, making her gasp and arch her back slightly. He smirked, inserting a second finger and pumping them in and out of her. She was nearing her release when she stilled his hand and he looked into her eyes.

"Wait…" she panted, "I want you… now."

His eyes darkened with increased intensity as positioned himself between her legs. He thrust into her, planting his lips firmly on hers in a dominating kiss. She cried out into his lips as he broke through her virginity and he stilled. He really had been expecting this, but it was still a shock. He waited for her to move against him, taking it as encouragement, and began a slow rhythm. He moved his mouth to her neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive junction between it and her shoulder as he steadily increased the pace until it was fast and frenzied, both reaching for what was just beyond they're reach until they crashed into climax and fell back to earth.

Hermione lie beneath him, looking up at him as though he were a God, and he couldn't help but kiss her smiling lips once before rolling to the side. She brushed his hair away from his angelic face, still smiling.

"I really do love you," she said softly, kissing his forehead.

He closed his eyes, letting those simple words soak into him. "I love you, too, Hermione."

She smiled, moving closer to him and closing her eyes. "Good night."

"Sweet dreams," he said, wrapping her in his arms.

x

"Hermione?" Ginny called, stepping out of the fireplace behind Ron and Harry, "She must still be asleep."

"Let's go wake her!" Ron said, grinning maliciously.

"Ron, you're horrible," Harry said, following him up the stairs.

Ginny shook her head, chuckling as she, too, walked up to Hermione's room. They threw the door open with a bang and jumped into the room… and fell to the floor in shock. Hermione sat up quickly, the blanket falling below her bare breasts. She yanked it up, and smiled nervously.

"Good morning?" she said, praying that Remus would stay safely buried under the covers. Her prayers, however, went unanswered.

"Who are you talking to?" Remus asked, sitting up next to her and rubbing his hands over his face.

Hermione blushed redder than Ron's hair as her three friends' mouths fell open simultaneously. Remus' eyes widened when he realized precisely who was standing at the foot of the bed that he shared with a quite naked Hermione. He began stuttering an explanation.

"You see… I- she- we- er…" he trailed off, looking to Hermione for some kind of help.

"Don't try to explain this!" Harry exclaimed, being the first to fully recover his use of speech, "You can't explain this! You don't NEED to… I understand what this is perfectly, having been there myself. What I don't understand is WHY!"

"Don't you yell at her!" Ginny scolded, "She didn't do anything wrong!"

"Didn't do anything wrong? You can't be serious, Gin!" Ron yelled, growing red with anger.

Remus cleared his throat loudly. "If you three don't mind, could we get dressed and continue this rousing morning argument in the kitchen over coffee?"

Harry and Ron stormed from the room without another word, but Hermione flashed them a smile and winked before following the fuming boys. Hermione sighed. She couldn't believe that they had just walked in on her and- Remus! She couldn't help but smile at him as he got out of bed and began to pull on his clothing.

She slipped into her panties, bra, and a pair of shorts before she walked over to him and put her arms around his bare waist from behind. She placed a kiss on his spine and he turned to face her. She smiled up at him, brilliantly.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked, suppressing his own smile. The girl was infectious.

"I'm happy," she said, "People smile when they're happy."

"What do you have to be happy about?" he said skeptically.

"There's the great sex last night," she said, and he raised an eyebrow, "And the fact that I now have you completely to myself."

"Who says?"

"Me," she replied, "Please don't put your shirt on. I like you just like that."

He sighed, but complied with her simple wish. He didn't really feel like wearing a dirty shirt, anyway. She let go of him and slipped on a simple black tank top, before leading him down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Harry and Ron were sitting at the table, scowling, while Ginny had already made the coffee and was filling five cups full of the steaming brew. Hermione decided that she would look at Ginny, rather than face the cold regards of her two best friends. She sat down next to Remus- which is to say, across from Harry and Ron- and Ginny set the coffee in front of them before taking a seat herself.

They sat in uncomfortable silence for a few moments before Harry broke through, unnervingly calm.

"How long has this been going on?" he asked.

"Well, I've been trying to capture Remus in a relationship for quite a while," Hermione said, "I've only recently succeeded in that. However, the sex only started last night."

Ginny shook with silent laughter as Ron spilled his scalding coffee into his lap and Harry magicked it away, quickly. Harry sighed, obviously trying to control himself.

"So… Hermione, you were the one to initiate this- relationship?" he asked.

"Yes, why do you ask?" she retorted, becoming rather annoyed.

"You never used to be like this!" Ron snapped, "You never used to care about boys. You never used to be able to initiate any relationships. You never used to express your feelings at all!"

"One: I've changed. Two: Remus is a man, not a boy," Hermione said, "Listen, you two have absolutely no reason to be angry! I'm a witch of legal age, and Remus is a great person. You guys know that! And you know that I'm NOT stupid! I know what I'm doing. And it's not like Remus is all that old- looking, I mean."

"Yeah, he's hot, get over it," Ginny piped, making Harry growl.

"The only thing you have a right to feel, is embarrassed for walking in on your best friend naked!" she said, making them both blush.

"Okay… so maybe we overreacted a little," Harry said, "But it's just odd, seeing you two together. He's our ex-professor and my father and god-father's best friend… it's odd, that's all."

"Yeah, but you'll have plenty of time to get used to it," Hermione said, grinning, "I plan on keeping him for as long as I can."

"So how long will that be?" Ginny asked.

Hermione laughed. "That's not really up to me."

"Liar…" Remus muttered ruefully.

"Okay," Ron said, finally speaking up, "We've determined that we're all okay- ish- with this, but wasn't there a reason that we came over here?"

"Oh! Yes, Harry and I are engaged!" Ginny said, brandishing the large ring on her finger.

"Mum's having a big party to celebrate tonight, and she wants you there," Ron said to Hermione, "You, too, Remus. But I think she had planned on telling you at Grimmauld's Place in about… thirty minutes ago."

"Shit," Remus said, "I never went home last night. I wonder what they're all thinking, now."

"I dunno, but Dad was smiling like crazy when he found out that you never got in," Ron said, "Think he knows something."

"Probably," Remus answered, "He's been hinting for a while."

"Great…" Hermione said, laughing, "But, yeah, we'll be there. Actually, I'll just go now."

"Might as well, it's almost five," Harry said.

"Oh Jesus!" Hermione stated, "We slept the entire day away! An entire day of possible research- wasted!"

"Well, when you're that exhausted…" Remus said, winking at her.

"It's your fault!" she exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"I don't think so," he returned, pushing the finger away, "I believe you're the one who said 'please don't punish me too severely.' Am I right?"

"But you played along!" she scolded, "Mister 'oh, it's going to be brutal!' That is what you said, Remus, or am I mistaken?"

"Well, I hope it wasn't too brutal…" he said, smirking at her.

"Oh, dear God, please STOP!" Harry yelled, "Just be at the Burrow in a few minutes."

"I can't believe… Hermione… who are you?" Ron said in disbelief.

Hermione just laughed. She looked over at Ginny and said, "I'll give you all the details later."

Ginny nodded. "Satisfactory," she said.

"Ginny!" Ron exclaimed, "I can't believe you would want to know about that- filth!"

"Ron, it's sex, not hard core porn," Hermione said.

"The way you two were talking just now, it might as well be!" Ron retorted, making Ginny giggle.

"Well," she said, "I haven't gotten any from Harry lately. I have to get my kicks somehow!"

Hermione listened to them bicker all the way to the front room before they flooed to the burrow, where she was sure that they would continue. She turned to Remus and kissed him passionately. When they parted, he looked at her strangely.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"For sitting there, with no shirt on, and talking dirty to me in front of my best friends," she said, smiling.

"And somehow that deserves a reward?" he asked.

"Yes, it shows how comfortable you are with me," she said, standing and disposing of the dishes with a flick of her wand, "We should get to Grimmauld's Place, so everyone knows you're okay."

"I think Arthur probably told them not to worry. Let's just go to my house, so I can get a clean shirt- don't worry, you can shower there- and then go to the Burrow," he said, grabbing her and apparating before she could protest- or put shoes on. 'Lucky I left a couple pairs of sandals there…' she thought, smiling.

A few moments later, she stepped out of the shower, dried her body, threw her clothes and shoes on, and left with Remus for the Weasley home.

x

They arrived to see that Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Parvati, Lavender, and Luna were sitting in the front room while Fred and George talked about their latest products. Tonks, Dumbledore, Arthur, Molly, Hagrid, Bill, and Charli were sitting in the kitchen, discussing something or other, and all eyes turned to them as they stepped out of the hearth, grinning uncertainly.

Hermione looked at her school friends with a pleading look but they only shrugged. Molly came bustling out of the kitchen to pull each of them into a motherly hug, briefly scolding Remus for returning to his own home last night and not telling anybody where he would be. She then announced that they were going outside, into the garden, for a cook out.

"I guess nobody really suspects anything…" Hermione muttered to Remus out of the corner of her mouth, "Thank goodness."

They followed the crowd outside and were immediately separated when Tonks pulled Remus over to where Arthur was trying to work a muggle grill and Hermione was pulled by Lavender and Parvati over to where the ex-students were. She sat down next to Ginny with a resentful sigh, putting on her best, and falsest of smiles.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Luna asked.

"Oh, it's nothing," she lied.

"She's just mad that she had to be separated from her boyfriend so quickly," Ginny said.

Lavender and Parvati squealed, making nearly everybody jump. "Who is he?" Parvati asked.

"Is he cute?" Lavender added.

"Do we know him?"

"How old is he?"

"Stop,stop!" Hermione exclaimed, blushing to the roots of her hair, "I'm not going to tell you who he is just yet, he's absolutely gorgeous, you know him, and he's… twenty-six." '…looking,' she finished in her mind.

"Oooh! An older guy!" Parvati said, grinning.

"So, Hermione, is your boyfriend the one who gave you that hickey?" Seamus asked, chuckling.

Hermione's hand flew to her neck and she gasped. Her eyes automatically sought out Remus, and their gazes met briefly. He smiled reassuringly at her, making her relax visibly. She smiled.

"Yeah, I guess so," she said, letting her hand drop, "It's not that big of a deal, is it?"

"Of course it is!" Luna said, "Those are how guys brand a girl. He's basically claiming you as his territory and warning other guys to step off."

"His territory, eh?" she said, "I kind of like the idea of that."

"Wow, Hermione," Dean said, "I never would've pegged you as the kinky sort."

"There's a lot of stuff you guys would never peg me as," she said, "And I've probably done most of it."

"So…" Neville said, smiling, "Is your special someone here?"

"Well… maybe," she said, "But you'll never know, will you?"

"Aww… that's not fair! When will we know who this fellow is?" Seamus asked.

"When you become a powerful Legilimens and break into my mind," she replied casually.

However, she realized something at that moment. There was, indeed, a powerful Legilimens at this party. 'Dumbledore!' she thought, and her eyes met the old Headmaster from across the yard. 'Oh my God, the things he could find out… the things he might see!' A flood of memories from the previous night came unbidden and she attempted to force them away, but they only became clearer. She tried to tear her gaze from his, but his eyes held hers, and he arched an eyebrow at a particularly erotic image.

He suddenly burst into laughter- a rarity for a man as collected as Dumbledore.

Hermione stood quickly, seeking out Remus. She found him standing next to Tonks, who had apparently just been interrupted. She scowled at the elder man.

"Oi! What's your problem, Albus?" she asked, tapping her foot on the ground.

He walked over to her, briefly whispering something in her ear. Tonks' face flushed a brilliant shade of red.

"What!" Tonks exclaimed, her brow furrowed as she looked from one to the other in obvious anger, "I can't believe it!"

"What is, dear?" Molly asked kindly.

"Ask that little harlot!" she said, storming into the house.

"Harlot? I demand to know the meaning of this!" Molly huffed, "What did she mean by all that?"

"I honestly have no idea, Molly," Remus said, shrugging, "Probably nothing to worry about. You know how Tonks can get."

"Really?" Bill said, raising an eyebrow skeptically, "Hey, 'Mione! Where'd you get that little love bite on your neck, eh?"

"I- er… that is, I have no idea what you're…" she said, but Hagrid chose that moment to cough loudly.

"I don' know where the lot o' ya get off, talkin' about Hermione like that, but I sure as soot don' appreciate it," he said, "Hermione's a good girl, and she right smart, too. I don' reckon she'd lie to any of us, and neither would Remus. So you jus' bite yer tongue, Bill Weasley!"

"No, Hagrid…" Hermione said, looking at the ground, "He's right. It's a hickey."

Fred, George, and Charli whistled rudely, but were silenced by a glare from Molly.

"That's all well and good, but I don't see how any of this relates to what Tonks said," she stated, hands on her hips.

Hermione sighed. "Remus and I are together, Molly. He wasn't at his house last night, he was with me."

Several people fell into shock at this comment, but Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Arthur were among them. Molly recovered and shot Remus a hard, scrutinizing look, clearly trying to find any impure intentions. Ginny laughed.

"You just had to steal all of my thunder, didn't you?" she joked.

"Of course, you know how much of a glory hound I am," Hermione said, making Harry and Ron smile.

"Well!" Molly said, crossing her arms and glaring at her two youngest children, "I'm assuming you knew about this?"

"Actually, Harry, Ron, and Ginny sort of… walked in on us-er… in bed," Remus said, quietly.

"What!" Hagrid yelled, "Remus! I though' you was smarter 'n that! Why, yer nothin' but a dirty ol' fool!"

"Hagrid!" Hermione exclaimed indignantly, "That's not true at all! I'm the one who made the first move, so you should be angry at me!"

"Oi!" Fred hollered, "Wasn't this supposed to be a party? Let's eat, the food's ready! We can continue this lovely conversation on full stomachs, at the very least."

"Very well," Molly said, setting the long picnic table with a wave of her wand. They sat down to eat and Hermione was bombarded with questions. Her friends, thankfully, were a lot more open to the relationship, and mainly inquired as to how she figured he was twenty-six.

After they were done eating, Molly pulled Hermione and Remus aside, followed by Arthur and Hagrid, leaving the others to continue enjoying the party.

"So," she said, "I would like an explanation…"

xHPx

There! All done… FINALLY UPDATED! I'm really trying hard, but writer's block has set in hard, you guys! But, once I get the first couple pages down, it works itself out, so I just have to keep that in mind. Review! TTFN