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I am finally done with my exams, so hopefully I should be more free to write from now on, though I do still have things I have to attend to etc.
So something happens in this chapter that is a bit unconventional. If self pleasure/masturbation makes anyone uncomfortable then I am warning you now that there's some of that in here. I should mention that it's not too in depth, but it is still there, so just warning you all xxx We're moving into serious Remione territory, and I am so excited for it.
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Wednesday, November 19th, 1975
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Quidditch Pitch
"Brilliant, Hermione!" James yelled across the Pitch where he was going through Chaser drills—smoothly catching the quaffle tossed at him mere moments later.
"Thanks, Jamie!" Hermione bellowed back, wiping the sweat that was generously flowing from her forehead away with the back of her hand. "Let's take a five minute break, Sirius!" Hermione called out to her fellow Beater, and Sirius's head tiredly fell backwards, one hand on his broom, the other gripping his Beater bat as he made a noise of agreement. On the ground, Draco summoned the bludger, slowing it down with a graceful wriggle of his fingers, and then he deftly caught it with practiced ease and shoved it back in the ball's case before pulling his Snitch out of his pocket.
Hermione knew that Madame Hooch had a soft spot for Draco, and that's how he managed to get ahold of the Snitch, since it was rare that players got to keep the first Snitch that they had caught just like that.
Cold breeze blew across Hermione's sweat soaked clothes and caused her to shiver involuntarily. She sent a quick glance at the grey sky and its darker clouds—Draco had predicted it should snow soon, and he was never wrong about when the white powder would cover the ground.
He's wrong about a bunch of other things, Hermione snorted to herself. Allowing a peek at her 'twin' as he tapped the tip of his boot against the ground before swinging a leg over his broomstick.
Hermione adamantly shook her head, and in doing so she caught a flash of red in her peripherals. With a pleasantly surprised smile and a light frown, she leaned forward and gently gliding down to the stands, pulling up alongside them as she greeted her Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. "Evening, Professor Prewett."
Fabian sent her a warm smile, tiny wrinkles creasing in the corners of his blue eyes as he replied, "good evening, Miss Potter."
Fabian reached up to adjust his orange scarf, which went really well with his hair and the navy robes he was wearing today, they were well tailored and definitely showcased his appealing figure. He tucked his shoulder length locks behind his ears and in a good humoured tone went, "Gideon wanted me to check in on things, make sure they are running smoothly. Though he said something like, 'make sure that my disciples are not mucking it all up. I have faith, but those Potters are an unpredictable bunch.'"
"Is that what he said?" Hermione asked with a light peal of laughter, a small burst of hot fog coming out of her mouth and dispersing into the cold air around her.
"Pretty much—" Fabian laughed, "—I'm inclined to agree with him. You are an unpredictable witch, Miss Potter."
"Is that so?" Hermione quirked an eyebrow.
"Yes. You pay attention in class, but not really. Sometimes you don't go to others classes because you've slept in...yet you are an Outstanding student and always get impeccable marks. You are a conundrum, Hermione Potter," Fabian said, wonder and curiosity filling his gaze.
For some reason Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and a tingle ran along the length of her spine. What the fuck is happening? Hermione wondered internally, gripping her broom handle a bit tighter.
"You, that boyfriend of yours...all of your mates actually," Fabian shook his head in amazement. "You all do brilliantly in my class. Yet you find time to play Quidditch, muck about and pull pranks all the time."
"Pranks? Us? Don't know what you're on about, Professor," Hermione grinned.
"Have you done my homework, Hermione?" Fabian asked suddenly—the essay was due on Friday at the start of class.
Hermione shot Fabian her most charming smile, "nah, but it'll be done before class." With a small wave, Hermione angled her broom back towards the pitch and flew away.
I should go visit Remus after I take a long, steaming hot shower. My muscles are killing me, Hermione mused as she pulled off her shirt with a grimace, her back muscles screaming in protest.
She kicked off her boots—having unlaced them earlier, and bent over, lifting her feet one by one high enough to tug off her socks.
Hermione was in the fifth year girls' bathroom, in the farthest stall from the door. She'd drawn the maroon curtain as soon as she entered, and she knew from checking out the entire bathroom as soon as she entered that she was alone.
Soon she had divulged herself of her remaining garments and then she stepped underneath the showerhead, wriggling her toes on the icy tile. Hermione turned on the hot water as she tugged her hair tie out of her hair, letting her raven curls freely cascade down her back. She hissed as the spray hit her skin.
This morning had been a bit of a shock to her system, and she couldn't get the image out of her head. Not that she really wanted to get rid of it, but still.
Hermione pulled back the curtain of Remus's bed in the infirmary, something she had done a million times before, but somehow this time was different.
Remus's hair had grown out quite a bit since the start of school and a sandy lock was hanging across his closed eye. His face was turned on the side facing her, and he was hugging his pillow.
Maybe it was how steamy their snogging sessions had gotten as late, but seeing the expanse of Remus's back unencumbered by clothing gave her pause.
Hermione took a step forward, pulling the curtain closed behind her as she gently nudged the stool closer to the bed before sitting on it.
Remus didn't have as many injuries ever since they had started spending Full Moons with him, they were still taxing but at least it was just physically draining now as opposed to damaging layered on top of that.
The light was filtering in through the white curtains, hitting his features and Hermione noted that he had a slight scruff across his cheeks. The sheet that was thrown across his boxers was dangerously low, dipping and ending in the small of his back.
He shifted in his deep slumber and she bit her lip as his back muscles rippled and flexed.
Blinking rapidly Hermione shook her head, she should not be ogling her unconscious boyfriend who was hopped up on various pain potions because of the Full Moon last night.
Swallowing thickly she sat forward, elbows pressing into the soft mattress as she turned to look at his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful.
With a gentle smile she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"Nah. Telling you mate, she is fucking mental. She tried to drag you into a broom closet last week right after you dropped Marlene off at class."
Hermione jumped back when she heard Sirius's voice, which she scolded herself for mentally. She had nothing to be ashamed of. It wasn't as if she was pouncing on a defenseless boy.
"No arguments there, Peggy is bonkers," Draco replied with disgust abundantly present in his tone.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at that. She thought Peggy had gotten the message that Draco was off limits, she really didn't learn. She suspected if Marlene ever found out that Peggy would most certainly be very, very sorry.
Perhaps I should let her know, Hermione pondered briefly with an amused smile. Though she may get upset with Draco for not mentioning it himself...that does sound amusing.
Hermione turned around as James gently drew back the curtain, and smiled at her other boys.
"Morning, Mione. Been here long?" Peter asked warmly, holding out a plate that had a few chocolate chip cookies on it.
"Only a few minutes," Hermione responded cheerfully, accepting a cookie with a dazzling grin.
Hermione jolted out of the memory as she rubbed her scalp furiously with shampoo.
She needed to stop thinking about how nice Remus's back was, or how she'd wanted to kiss along his spine.
"Dammit!" Hermione hissed aloud, placing both of her hands on one of the shower walls as she breathed in and out slowly, the hot water travelling the length of her body.
She didn't know why she felt so frustrated, it didn't make any sense. She felt all hot and bothered and she couldn't quite figure out why.
Hermione stepped back under the steady stream of water and started massaging the suds out of her hair.
It was only as she began to lather soap across her abdomen that it hit her. I'm horny, Hermione thought, stunned.
It wasn't that she'd never felt that way the first time she was growing up, it's just that she had more important things to worry about. She'd never been that in touch with her sexuality or her body when it came to those things.
Hermione let a short laugh bubble out of her. I'm horny, that's what this feeling is.
Hermione had never really tried to please herself either, that was entirely new territory. Her first instinct was the go and research it, old habits die hard after all. But then she thought about it as she scrubbed her body, cleaning every inch and crevice. She washed off all of the soap and then switched the water off.
"I could just try something," Hermione murmured to herself as she stepped out of the shower, grabbing her towel and rubbing it against her head. Water dripping off of her body. She knew that trying to do things in the shower wasn't necessarily the best idea since water would rub away all the natural lubrication.
She knew this because Missus Weasley had once drunkenly giggled something of that nature during the summer before they went on the run. She also told Hermione that she should make sure that she is always satisfied too, she doesn't exist solely for the pleasure of a man.
She suspected that Missus Weasley was either utterly mortified by the entire experience and pretended it never happened, or she honestly couldn't remember.
Hermione toweled off, and reached for her small shower bag and found some leave in conditioner and squeezed a generous amount in her hand before rubbing her palms together slightly and then running her fingers and hands through her damp curls.
She wrapped her towel around her as she exited her stall and crossed over to the sink to wash her hands.
Hermione was trying to calculate where she could experiment and decided that her own bed with locking and silencing charms put in place on her curtains would probably be the most viable option.
Hurriedly she went back to her stall and pulled on the clean pair of underwear and nightgown that she had brought with her.
When Hermione got back to her dorm, the only one there was Nancy, but she was already asleep on her bed, her violin strewn across the bottom with a pile of sheet music.
Am I really going to do this? Hermione asked herself. For some reason she felt nervous, as if she was doing something wrong.
She divested herself of her dirty clothes in her hamper, and placed the rest of her belongings on top of her trunk. Wand still grasped in her hand before she climbed into bed.
She sat there in silence, gazing around her unkempt bed before she muttered the locking and silencing charms under her breath. She stared at her wand, and she bit her lip as she put it as far away from herself as possible.
Now what? Hermione thought.
When she was snogging Remus or doing some heavy petting over clothes it all seemed so natural, but all of her confidence and self-assuredness had seemingly taken a leave of absence.
Remus, Hermione thought. Hermione slowly laid back, and all she was seeing was Remus's hazel green eyes sparkling with mischief.
Hermione's hands moved of their own accord, one ghosting across her breast, the other moving down to where she was most frustrated.
Remus, Hermione mouthed softly as she imagined him holding himself above her, muscles rippling as he lowered himself and claimed her lips.
Hermione could practically smell of parchment and freshly fallen rain. As her hand dove in between her legs and started to move, her back arched.
Hermione pictured holding him close, ever so close and tangling her fingers in his hair, their breath twisting together as they kiss each other breathlessly.
She doesn't know why she hasn't done this before, and the mental image of Remus becomes more tangible as her nails drag down the lines of his lean yet muscular back.
Spots begin to dance in front of her eyes, her chest rising and falling faster and faster, her breathing getting heavier, and her back arched one final time and—
"GOAL!" Riley yelled enthusiastically from her place in the Commentator's box.
Hermione narrowed her eyes, the first snowfall of Winter fell last night, and the sky was an angry grey, tumultuous and the icy wind easily cut through their Quidditch robes. The snow had just squeezed itself in at the end of November.
The snow was already a bit dirty and not as pure and fluffy as it had been at the beginning of the match—one of the Gryffindor Chasers, a Fourth year had accidentally crashed into one of the Beaters on the Hufflepuff team; the Hufflepuff however was able to right themselves just in time, whereas the poor Chaser had tumbled and rolled violently across the snow. It hadn't snowed that much, it was just enough to coat the ground which meant the boy didn't have much to cushion his crash.
It had been an intense match, and the Hufflepuffs were kicking their arses. With only two Chasers they were at a serious disadvantage with how stiff the competition was. Their main hope right now was that Draco would catch the snitch and end their misery.
"With that goal from the Hufflepuff side by none other than Tom Jones, they are none ahead by seventy points!" Riley exclaimed giddily, Hermione spared her friend a glance and saw the sparkle in the girl's eyes.
If something doesn't change soon, then this will be a massacre, Hermione blew a frustrated breath out heavily through her nostrils, a large bead of sweat running down the side of her face, dipping into the pocket by her collarbone momentarily before sliding down the length of her body, getting caught by fabric somewhere along the way.
Hermione's arms were sluggish and jelly-like as she hit the bludger away from the path directly at the stands, she wiped her forehead with the back of her sweaty forearm—which did practically nothing to help—and then watched the bludger sail across the pitch.
She blinked and then a bullet of air flew by her, her head snapped in the direction of the source, and saw Draco zipping upwards, essentially miles ahead of the Hufflepuff Seeker. Their offense and defense were spectacular, but clearly their Seeker was no match for Draco.
Hermione forgot about everything else, she focused wholly and solely on Draco. Time slowed, and she blinked and then his hand closed around the golden speck.
The cheers erupting from the lions reached her ears as if behind some sort of barrier, edging its way through, getting louder and louder until she could hear it all clearly. She blinked again, and then she was flying towards the ground, Draco reaching moments after she did. James and Sirius crashing into him happily and knocking him to the ground.
Hermione couldn't help letting out a joyous sound, and then she smelt parchment and freshly fallen grass and looked to her right and there he was.
His warmth enveloped her in moments and he kissed her deeply despite how sweaty and grimy she was. Her chest was about to explode with joy and love, Merlin, she loved Remus Lupin.
"Gryffindor has won the match. Draco Potter caught the Snitch quickly and efficiently. It was certainly a marvel to watch and I'm sure the entire school will be talking non-stop about such a skilful bit of sportsmanship in the upcoming weeks!"