My darlings! You lot are bloody brilliant, and the reactions to the last chapter were just so heartwarming. *hearts*
I know that I had the perfect opportunity to have this happen in chapter 69, but eh, c'est le vie. (Plus technically in my list of chapters, this is chapter 67...which probably doesn't interest any of you, but I thought I'd mention nonetheless.)
OI! WARNING! Good, now that I have your attention, I shall be stating that this chapter is smutty. VERY smutty, you have been forewarned. I know some people don't read A/N's, but I'm making sure no one can say I didn't warn them. OI! END OF WARNING!
Also a MAJOR thank you to all the lovely ladies in SSS that helped me with song recommendations to aid in the writing of this chapter! *hearts*
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For all my Remione loving ladies ;)
As the bleak daylight quickly faded, the lions caused quite a ruckus on their way back to their Common Room: merry singing and loud cheering followed them as they joyfully made their way through the Castle—bouncing and flying across the walls, echoing throughout Hogwarts in their wake . Groups of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs had been caught in the parade and had merely laughed and decided to join the merriment—it was sure to be a memorable evening for all involved.
Two lions had broken off from the Pride and were taking a minor detour.
Hermione was grateful that she had thought to throw her broom at James right after the game on her way off of the pitch—her brother had been so swept up in the excitement, that he simply caught it (no questions asked) and ran to catch up with Sirius and the others. (Hermione hadn't spotted Draco in the chaos that ensued after the match but she was positive that Marlene would find him and make sure he was given the proper care and treatment he needed.)
The witch was grateful: because a certain werewolf was placing feather light kisses on the side of her neck as she tried to formulate a place in her head for the Room of Requirement to create.
Hermione bit her lip and swallowed a soft moan that had tried to escape when Remus's arms wrapped around her from behind, pressing himself intimately against her.
No sooner had a door appeared before the two wix were tumbling into the room; Hermione almost tripped over her feet, but Remus securely had her in his grasp and steadied her with ease.
She made an irritated noise as her hair fell forward into her face and she swiftly swiped it over her shoulder—her eyes flicked upwards only to melt into Remus's searing amber and gold orbs.
Hermione swallowed thickly, her mouth suddenly dry, and she averted her eyes if only to remember how to breathe again.
It was only then that Hermione realised where she'd brought them: they were in the Prefect's bathroom—with its massive bath towards the centre of the room, and all of its shiny fixtures that lined the far wall. It's cause I was thinking of how smelly and gross I am, I'm not supposed to know what this place looks like, Hermione groaned internally.
"The Prefect's bathroom?" Remus asked softly, quirking an eyebrow.
"I was thinking that I need a bath...and someone was distracting me," Hermione grumbled—twisting so that she was facing him properly, and she pushed against his chest when she straightened herself out.
"Did you want me to stop then?" Remus whispered, ducking his head and placing an open mouthed kiss against the right side of her neck—instinctively she leaned her head the other way to give him better access.
"...No," She breathed, her hands diving into his sandy blond tresses.
Remus pulled back slightly—despite her small whimper in protest—and looked her dead in the eye, "are you sure about this, Hermione? I...I don't want to hurt you…" Remus trailed off as his eyes morphed back into their natural hazel green hue.
Hermione's brow puckered slightly and her hands slid out of his hair to hold his face, "Remus Lupin. You could never hurt me."
"Hermione, you can't know—"
"I can, and I do," Hermione interjected firmly, face set in a determined stare—her eyes begging and imploring him to see that he couldn't hurt her.
"I love you, Remus Lupin," Hermione murmured and Remus grinned crookedly—the amber and gold flooding the hazel once more—before he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up. Hermione let out a surprised squeal, which only made Remus's grin grow.
Remus mumbled something under his breath and she heard a few taps squeak softly as they turned—she knew from personal experience that the tub would somehow fill up in a matter of moments.
"Remus Lupin, I'm still wearing all my clothes!" Hermione gasped loudly.
The wizard halted abruptly right on the edge of the sunken, swimming pool-like tub. He peered down at his witch with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "I know."
Hermione didn't have time to say a word before she felt herself sailing through the air: she held her breath just as she hit the steaming hot water—thankfully it wasn't uncomfortably hot—her quidditch gear immediately soaking up all the water and suds.
Hermione broke the surface moments later, eyes wide and mouth agape, "REMUS JOHN LUPIN!"
The person she was directing her shocked distaste at was currently pulling his jumper up and over his head—and Hermione suddenly found that she couldn't be angry anymore. She struggled not to gape at his muscles as they rippled and moved whilst he continued to undress.
Absently she began removing her own clothing—starting with her leather gloves, making a note to polish them tomorrow. She pulled off her robes, but just as she was fumbling to pull off one of her boots, Remus slowly descended the steps into the tub and strode into the water.
In a split second he'd closed the distance between them—bending down once he'd reached her—and his hands made quick work of her boots, unfastening all the straps and removing them with ease.
Hermione gnawed on her bottom lip and stepped into him, her hands sliding up and around his neck and pressing their bodies together; he was only left in his boxers, whilst she was wearing a loose pair of trousers, her bra and her knickers. Or at least she had been: because Remus was in the process of slipping her trousers down her legs, tossing the heavy and drenched fabric onto the side of the tub.
"So beautiful," Remus murmured, one arm slithering around her waist whilst the other cradling her face—the face that had a red bloom spreading across it like fiendfyre, diverting only to tinge the tips of her ears.
Hermione tried to avert her gaze, but Remus's steady grip on her face ensured that she was looking directly at him, melting into his eyes. "For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed— " Hermione mumbled to herself.
"—but my soul...Jane Eyre," Remus finished, his eyebrows rising upwards in surprise. He blinked at her blankly for a few moments before he surged forward—causing some water to splash up in between them, but neither of them noticed—capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
Remus shivered under her touch as her hands roamed his scarred body—her fingers tracing the lines of his raised scars before one of her hands slipped down to his lower abdomen.
Remus broke the kiss, eyes wide, panting heavily.
Hermione's brow puckered, self doubt flooding her features, "did...did you not still want—"
"I do. Godric, I do...but I have no idea what I'm doing, Hermione," Remus admitted, his own brow drawing together.
Hermione smiled lazily then, "I'm sure we can figure it out together."
"Witch, could you get any more perfect?" Remus asked in a hushed whisper, a smile slowly creeping onto his own face. Hermione snorted in response, and Remus chuckled lowly as he dove forward, his mouth slanting over hers once more.
Something deep and primal surged forth within him when her hands began to wander again, tugging insistently at the waistband of his pants.
Remus's hands moved down and in one swift motion he was gripping Hermione on the underside of her thighs and lifting her upwards—she made a muffled sound into his mouth as he walked over to the edge of the bath (not too far away from where her discarded clothes lay).
Remus carefully placed her on the edge of the tub, breaking the kiss and gently pushing her backwards. Hermione propped herself up on the backs of her forearms, a look of shock on her face as she realised what Remus was about to do, "love, you really don't have to—"
She halted abruptly mid-sentence as he shifted her knickers to the side and slowly slid his middle finger into her—digit by digit—revelling in the way her head fell back and her inner walls clamped down around him.
Hermione whimpered lightly as Remus removed his finger, leaning forward and breathing hotly against her partially covered core, his fingers tugged at the band of her black lace panties and she lifted her arse long enough for him to rid her of her underwear—tossing it over by the rest of her clothes.
Hermione risked a glance downwards, only to be met with the sight of Remus's head dipping between her thighs, he paused, his breath sending tingles across her skin—one arm was curled around her thigh, the other had returned to her entrance—then any hesitation that may have been present melted away, and before she could say anything, his finger slid back into her and his tongue swiped across her swollen bundle of nerves and she couldn't stop the hearty moan from escaping her lips.
It was slow at first—Remus entirely uncertain of his actions, but then he followed pure instinct and was fuelled on by the soft cries that flew out of his witch.
Soon he slid his index finger into her as well, pumping them both in and out of her faster and faster, his tongue moving more confidently, pausing to suck on her clit as her legs began to quiver.
Hermione was squirming under his touch, and soon she couldn't take it anymore and she sat up sharply, her fingers diving into his hair and violently tugging his head up—immediately feeling the absence of his mouth whilst her walls tightened around his fingers.
Remus licked his lips, slowly, eyes dancing with mirth as he gazed up at her, "problem, love?" The corners of the sandy haired lion's lips curled upwards when her eyes flashed dangerously and it was only then that he removed his finger from inside her.
"Fuck you, Remus," Hermione responded with a snarl, her lips crashing against his—clutching at him as she slid off the lip of the tub and wrapped her trembling legs around his waist, pulling back just enough so she could look him directly in the eye.
The smell of freshly cut grass, parchment and chocolate was flooding her senses, drowning on his delectable scent and she felt her eyes flutter closed. She was surrounded, enveloped by Remus, her Remus. Her sweet Moon.
Her eyes snapped open when she felt his swollen length in between their bodies, "Remus. I need you now."
"Fuck, sweetness," Remus replied. "Are...I have to ask, are you sure?"
Hermione's hands in his hair tightened and her fingernails scraped against his scalp as she said, "Remus Lupin fuck me already."
Remus's eyes widened, but a low growl escaped his throat; his right hand slid down, and a hiss passed through his lips as he grasped his cock and he guided the tip so that it was nestled in between her folds.
He wasn't quite sure what to do, and before he could ask Hermione if she was positive, the witch bit her lip and sank herself down, her warm heat enveloping him and she swallowed the loud groan that ripped involuntarily from his lips as she pressed her open mouth against his.
Hermione paused, her walls clamping down on him—which felt beyond incredible and he thought he may die right then—but then he figured out why, and he stood stock still, letting her adjust to him.
Hermione's tongue delved into his mouth, but he was more distracted by the fact that Hermione began to move.
He felt a raw need to claim her, and something grabbed ahold of him, because he snapped his hips up to move against hers—and soon they were thrusting against each other, their timing a bit unsynchronised at first but it didn't take long before they were matching each other's rhythm.
Sloppy kisses, drinking each other in, devouring each other, running their hands through each other's wet hair.
Then, then Hermione fell off the precipice—Remus following a few slopping thrusts later—pleasure rolling over them in colossal waves. Remus's head fell forward onto the swell of her breast that was rising and falling with heavy haste. The intangible thread of their Pack bond thrummed to life, flaring brightly and settling warmly all around them; Hermione's heart felt so full in that moment she thought it may burst.
"That was—"
"Fucking brilliant," Hermione finished, resting her cheek against the top of his head.
It took a few moments for her to catch her breath, still riding out her high. She lifted her head up off of his, and a breath later Remus's head snapped up. "Fuck. Hermione. Are...are you...um...I don't know how to ask this...but the contraception potion or spell…"
Hermione's gay laugh only confused her wizard until her hazel eyes warmly met his own, "Of course, my sweet Moon. I've been taking it for the past few months."
"Oh...well that's—wait, the past few months?!" Remus asked, his jaw dropping.
"Yepp," Hermione said simply, leaning forward and dropping a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose.
Hermione toyed with the hairs on his nape, smiling happily, "I love you, Remus."
Remus shook of the remainder of his surprise and leaned up to peck her lips, "I love you too, Hermione."
She let her head drop onto his shoulder, watching her fingers rub across one of the scars on his bicep—loving the feeling of the rough yet supple skin against the pad of her thumb. Hermione Potter loved Remus Lupin, she loved him a great deal indeed.