DISCLAIMER- I do not own these characters, I am just playing with them! They belong to JK Rowling.
It had been 9 months since she had moved into Grimmauld Place, which made it roughly 9 months since he had fallen head over heels in love with her. It had also been 3 months since she had sat in the library and opened her heart to him, telling him she wanted more than the friendship they had. More from the evenings in the library. More from the film nights snuggled up against him. More of him. She had asked him outright "do you want that too?" And he had said no. He had watched the pain spread across her face and she had simply smiled at him, telling him not to worry and that she would do her best to make sure things were not awkward.
She had been true to her word and had carried on as if nothing had ever been said. So much so, in fact that he wondered whether she had even said it at all or whether he had dreamed it. It wouldn't be out if the realms of possibility, he had dreamed of her every night since she had moved in after all.
The only clues that things had shifted were unnoticeable to anyone but him. They still laid next to each other during the film nights with everyone else, cushions and blankets everywhere but she no longer rested her head against his shoulder, no longer snuggled against his chest. The nights in the library were rarer than they had been and when they did happen, she no longer put her feet under his thigh to warm them or in his lap so he could rub them. He missed her even though he still saw her every day.
She was currently upstairs, getting ready for an evening out with 'the girls' and he was pacing the kitchen. He didn't want her out there, men drooling over her. Not when he still hadn't been honest with her about how he felt. Sirius had told him he was a 'fucking idiot' and he couldn't help but agree. This incredible woman had offered herself to him, everything he had ever wanted, but he had said no because he thought she could do better.
He heard the giggling, smelt the perfume, sensed the excitement in the air even before they entered the kitchen. Sirius had only tutted at him since he had joined him but Remus ignored him. And then, they were there. Ginny and Luna came first but he barely noticed them as his eyes drank her in. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt with a few rips in and a short denim skirt with black heels. Her hair had been tamed and her lips were painted a deep, dark red. He listened as Sirius wolf whistled at the girls and she rolled her eyes but didn't look at Remus. She hadn't since she had walked in.
"Do we get your seal of approval?" Ginny asked Sirius.
"Very much so. Very surprised Harry let you out of the bedroom like this but there we go. He is but a fool!"
"Harry couldn't keep me home tonight if he tried!" She replied, downing her drink.
"Right, operation get Hermione laid is a go!" She clapped her hands and he watched as Hermione rolled her eyes again.
"I told you that isn't what tonight is about!" She moaned, pouting at her friend and Remus felt the area south of his belt twitch. He wanted to kiss her until that pouting was gone.
"Ok, operation find Hermione a nice man whom she may date for a while before getting laid is a go!" Luna said and Hermione laughed.
"I mean it's more factually accurate but still not the intent of my night." She smiled, shaking her head but Ginny was handing her a shot, turning her by her shoulders and pushing her out of the room.
"Don't wait up!" The redhead called over her shoulder and then they were gone.
"Want to ease up on the counter top before you break it?" Sirius asked and Remus looked down to his hands that were white at the knuckles, gripping the edge of the counter. He released his grip and sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.
"I'm guessing you will be waiting up?" He asked.
"Of course I fucking will." Remus replied. Sirius patted his shoulder before leaving his friend to wallow in the kitchen alone. He wallowed there for hours until he heard her faint laughter, followed by the door banging open, a chorus of 'shh' and more laughter as she and Ginny stumbled across the threshold. He heard Ginny tell her she was going to find Harry and her say she was going to get a drink and go to bed. He heard her stumble against what he assumed was the coats hanging in the hall and the clicks of her heels before she entered the kitchen.
She was dressed exactly as she had been when she left, apart from the fact her t-shirt was mostly untucked, her hair a little more wild and her eyes unfocused. She started when she saw him.
"Remus. Sorry, I didn't suspect anyone up..." she mumbled and he smirked at her use of language, the slur to her voice.
"You needn't apologise. Fun night?" He asked and she smiled, nodding her head vigorously.
"Yes. I just came to get a water and then I'll go." She said and she was swaying on the spot. He smiled again and stood, walking around to her side of the table and pulled a chair out for her.
"Sit. I'll do it for you." He said and she sat down heavily in the chair. He busied himself making her a drink and heard her moan, cursing in a sigh and whipped his head around to watch her place her now shoeless foot on the floor. Her eyes were closed, her head back with a smile on her face and Remus felt that familiar twitch low down. He wanted to make her make those sounds.
"Better?" He asked, placing the glass of water in front of her and she looked at him, eyes not quite focused but she smiled and nodded.
"Much. Thank you." She said, picking up the water and taking a sip. She stood, unsteady on her feet, water sloshing down the side of the glass.
"Do you need help?" He asked gently and she shook her head, more water spilling over the glass and he walked over, taking the glass from her and holding her elbow to steady her. He bent down and picked up her shoes, coming up closer to her body and he watched as she wet her lips, her eyes cast down.
"How about I walk you to your room so you don't fall down the stairs?" He asked. She stood for a moment, looking at him and he felt like he could hear her brain working. Slowly, she shook her head, lifting her elbow out of his hand and taking the water and shoes.
"I'll be OK, thank you." She said, still slurring. She turned and walked from the room and he watched her go. He felt wounded by her rejection but didn't have too much time to ponder it as he heard her stumble on the stairs. He walked out quickly to find she had managed three stairs. He gently took the water and shoes again, placing his free hand around her waist.
"I'm helping you, whether you want me to or not because you may well break your neck if I don't." He whispered and this time she merely nodded, letting him take some of her weight. They worked their way up the flights of stairs to the top floor. He opened her door, pulling her inside and placed her water on the side, gently helping her sit on her bed. She leaned forward, elbows on her thighs and groaned into her hands. He kneeled down, pulling her hands away.
"Are you ok?" He asked softly, both of her hands encased by his.
"You're maddening, Remus Lupin." She whispered back. Her eyes were dark and her lips looked so inviting. Fuck, he wanted her. He wanted her so much. She pulled her hands from his and he immediately missed the contact.
"I'm sorry." He said because that was all he could think of to say.
"You needn't apologise." She smirked, echoing his words from earlier. He smiled back and he didn't want to leave her but she stood, gathering her pyjamas from under her pillow.
"I'm guessing Ginny's operation didn't work?" He asked, desperate to keep the conversation going, desperate to stay here with her.
"Why do you think that?" She asked, walking clumsily towards the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door fully. He could see her in the mirror, undoing her belt and shimmying her skirt over her hips. He needed to look away.
"Remus?" She asked and he loved the way she said his name. He stood from his crouched position, trying to pull his eyes away from her.
"I just... well, you're here so I'm guessing you didn't get laid?" He asked and regretted the words. They sounded crass coming from his mouth.
"No, Remus, I didn't get laid." She sighed, pulling her shorts up. Her top was next and he swallowed hard, feeling the tightness in his trousers as she replaced her top with a vest top.
"Did Lunas operation fair any better?" He asked and what he really wanted to know is if she was interested in anyone. If she had kissed anyone. If she still had feelings for him. She exited the bathroom in her shorts and vest and he wasn't sure it was helping the situation at all.
"No. Why are you asking, Remus?" She sighed, looking a bit defeated and he hated it.
"Because I care about you." He said honestly.
"Don't." Was all she said and he frowned.
"Don't care about you?" He asked and she shook her head. He walked over to her, closing the distance. She looked away from him.
"Please. I'm... I'm not over you yet. Feel free to be a dick rather than polite and helpful. It would be a favour, actually." She smiled. His heart hurt but he waved his hand, clearing her face of the make up. He wasn't sure he had done a particularly good job as her lips were a darker shade of pink than they usually were. He took her hands, pulling her over to the bed and she let him. He brought the covers back, pushing her down and lifting her legs into the bed. She was laid on her side, facing him as he pulled the duvet up and over her shoulders.
"Hermione, I'm not going to be a dick to you." He said softly, brushing the hair out of her eyes. But he still couldn't say the words. He still couldn't tell her he was in love with her.
"I'm sorry I'm not over you." She mumbled, closing her eyes.
"You needn't apologise." He whispered and he couldn't help himself from softly kissing her cheek. She sighed softly and he wondered if she would remember this in the morning as he left her room, closing the door quietly behind him.
The next couple of days were exceedingly normal for them. All remnants of the conversation from Friday night were gone, as if once again they never happened. He was sat on the floor next to her on a pile of blankets and cushions as per their Sunday night routine. They were waiting for everyone to settle before she pressed play on the film. He remembered how frustrated she had been the first time they had a film night, how many questions she had been asked about how this all worked but now they were a part of the house routine and he loved it.
"What've we got tonight?" Ginny asked.
"Dirty Dancing." Hermione replied.
"Is that... porn... or...?" Sirius asked from his customary sprawled out spot on the sofa.
"No, it's a film about dancing and it was a half naked Patrick Swayze in." Hermione replied with a grin to Ginny. Eventually, she pressed play but Remus spent most of the time watching her. She had her pink pyjama bottoms on which had unicorns and rainbows on. They absolutely shouldn't have been sexy but they just were because she wore them so low down on her hips. Her white vest top had ridden up, showing a sliver of her stomach and her hair was piled on top of her head. She looked so beautiful but she seemed more distant tonight than she had done since she had told him she liked him.
"Ugh he is a sexy man." Ginny moaned as the man on screen danced topless with the woman.
"I know, he's ridiculous isn't he?" Hermione sighed, leaning her head on Ginny's shoulder and Remus couldn't stop the pang of jealousy. It should have been his shoulder she was resting on.
"That's the kind of man you need, Hermione." Ginny said and Hermione laughed.
"Yes, I could definitely get a man like Johnny Castle!"
"You could!"
"Ok, Gin." She replied sarcastically and then she went silent, watching the film intently. Once it ended, Sirius went to bed and Ginny pulled Harry away to their bedroom, no doubt to have sex.
"Did you enjoy the film?" He asked.
"Yes. It's a favourite." She said, moving away from him and standing, clearing up the glasses and food.
"How many times have you seen it?"
"Countless. There's just something very satisfying about the story I think. Plus a bit of eye candy never goes amiss." She smiled. She continued to tidy so he got up and helped with with remaining pillows and blankets.
"Did you enjoy it?" She asked.
"Yes. It wasn't half as bad as I feared." He said and she smiled.
"Goodnight, Remus." She said, exiting the room before he could stop her. He sat heavily down on the sofa with a sigh. He needed to tell her how he felt, things were becoming more awkward by the day but he felt trapped. If he told her, it was likely she would want to do something about it but he knew she could and should do better than him.
The one thing that never changed was how she treated him regarding his condition. There were no subtle changes in her behaviour there. She brewed his Wolfsbane diligently every single month, pulling him into the room she had converted to a potions brewing room when it was ready. She would stand nervously, watching his face as he smelt the potion and gave her his seal of approval. When he drank the first dose, she would bite her lip in anxiety until he shuddered at the taste and then smiled at her.
"You needn't do this for me, you know?" He would say each month and she would always roll her eyes.
"Does it taste right?" Was all she would ever reply and he would say that yes, it did. Come the full moon, she would help him down the stairs and lock him in the basement and come sunrise, she would be first to him to check him over. And that didn't change at all.
The way she would brush his hair from his eyes, cast her diagnostic spells, adjust his clothing, help him to bed, clean and heal his wounds, brew his recovery potions, leave chocolate on his side, did not change. The way she held his hand as he drifted off to sleep to the feel of her thumb stroking across his knuckles did not change. The way she kissed his forehead did not change. The way he told her he was sorry for being an inconvenience did not change.
"You needn't apologise." She would say softly. That didn't change. The way she treated him with nothing but care, not an ounce of pity or disgust or contempt, did not change. The fact he loved her more than anything or anyone did not change.
The next three months Remus regarded as torture. She had started actively dating. Each Saturday, either in the day or evening, she dressed up and went out with another loser than did not deserve her and he watched and waited. None of them seemed to last longer than a date or two at best until Oliver Wood. He had come down the stairs with her one morning after his first dose of Wolfsbane and walked straight into the back of her. She had stopped dead in the doorway.
"Oliver." She said in surprise. He was sat at the table with Harry, Ron, Ginny and Sirius and smiled kindly at her.
"Hey. Harry and Ron invited me over for brunch. I hope that's OK?" He asked and Remus hated him. He had done nothing but be polite and yet Remus wanted to throttle the man.
"I... yes. Of course." She said, taking a seat next to Ginny which pleased him. She hadn't sat next to Oliver.
"Oh, hello Professor Lupin." He smiled and Remus scowled.
"Remus is fine." He all but grunted, taking a seat next to Sirius. The whole brunch was excruciatingly painful. At one point, Oliver had rounded the table and swapped places with Ginny and threw his arm around Hermione's shoulders. She looked uncomfortable and kept her eyes fixed down on the table as the conversation continued around her.
"You're fucking growling." Sirius had whispered and Remus tried to shake his head free of this awful situation but he couldn't. The moon was far too close. Instead, he retired to his room, claiming a headache. A few minutes later, she knocked on his door.
"Are you ok?" She asked gently from the doorway and he nodded from his bed.
"Did I do something wrong?" She asked, biting at that lip and he exhaled, shaking his head.
"Of course not." He said and she crossed the room, sitting on the edge of his bed and resting her palm across his forehead, concern etched on her face.
"Did I brew your potion incorrectly?" She asked and he closed his eyes.
"No. It was perfect. It was just a lot of noise for me, this close." He said and she frowned, dropping her hand from him.
"That's all?" She asked, the question heavy with meaning. He remained silent for a few moments, weighing up what to say and she was staring at him, waiting.
"That's all." He answered quietly. She exhaled, nodding and then told him to feel better soon and left. Oliver hadn't come to the house again after that but she continued to see him and each time she got dressed up for a date, he growled his distaste. They had been dating for 2 months when he overheard her and Ginny.
"Hermione he is practically humping your leg. Are you planning on ever sleeping with him?"
"Ginny he is not humping my leg. I will sleep with him if and when the time is right. I'm not going to whore myself out for anyone."
"I wouldn't call it whoring yourself out if you're sleeping with a man you've been on about 80 dates with."
"Mmm. Maybe but still my point stands. Not until I'm ready."
"You aren't over him, are you?" Ginny asked and Hermione stayed silent. Remus knew he had heard too much. He should leave. This was private for her and he was stood here for what? An ego boost? Regardless of what she said, would he do anything about it either way?
"No." She said with a massive sigh and Remus leant his forehead against the wall.
"Hermione..."
"I know, I know. He isn't interested. I get it. But that doesn't change how I feel unfortunately."
"What do you even see in him?" Ginny asked, somewhat exasperated.
"I just... he's so kind and lovely. He has a beautiful, gentle soul. He's intelligent and funny and handsome and... he's everything. I'm trying to move on, I swear I am but it's just hard. I never meant to fall in love with someone that was so unattainable." She sighed and Remus felt like he had been punched in the stomach. She loved him? She was in love with him?
"You love him?" Ginny asked.
"Yes." She replied, sounding completely exhausted.
She broke up with Oliver a day later and she didn't seem sad about it at all. Harry and Ron seemed more affected, having their Quidditch buddy removed. It was that Saturday that they were all due to go out to celebrate the Trio and Ginny having lived at Grimmauld for a year. The boys were enjoying ribbing Ron about Lavender who was desperate to move in and he steadfastly refused. The girls came downstairs with the aforementioned Lavender and Luna shortly after.
"Where's Hermione?" Remus asked.
"Still trying to find her bloody shoe." Ginny said, rolling her eyes. Moments later, she appeared and Remus was pretty sure his jaw hit the floor. She had ripped, high waisted black jeans on, a black tight lace top and a ripped denim jacket. Her hair was pulled into the messy bun he loved so much and she had heels on.
"You look incredible." He whispered to her as she poured herself a drink. She smiled, letting herself observe him.
"You look very handsome." She replied before heading back to the girls. He groaned at the fact she still refused to be around him for long, still wouldn't hold eye contact with him at all.
The night was horrific for Remus. He stood and watched as men attached themselves to her, as she danced with them, laughed with them.
"Unless you're going to do something about it, what do you expect?" Sirius had said and Remus hadn't bothered to reply. He watched as a particularly arrogant man continually pawed at her. As his hands wandered to her arse, she batted him away, frowning and shaking her head at him. Remus went to go over but Sirius stopped him.
"Easy!" He said in warning and Remus stood and watched again as he came back and put his arms around her as she tried to release herself from him. It was enough. He went over, pulled him off and punched him as hard as he could. By the state of his face, he was pretty sure he had broken his nose.
"Remus!" Hermione cried as the man scuttled away. She grabbed his arm, dragging him from the club and to a quiet side road. He was still breathing heavily by the time she stopped.
"What the fuck was that?" She demanded, arms crossed.
"His hands were all over you and from where I was stood, you didn't seem to be enjoying it."
"So?"
"So? Am I just supposed to fucking stand there and watch?" He shouted, running a hand through his hair.
"I can handle myself Remus. You haven't been there the past six months on every night out and I've been just fine!"
"Really? You're really pissed with me for hitting that fucking creep?"
"I didn't see you coming to Ginny or Luna or fucking Lavenders rescue tonight! Is it because you see me as less capable than them?"
"No. Not at all."
"Then why me Remus?"
"Because its always you, Hermione! It's fucking been YOU since you moved in!" He was trying to stop himself but he couldn't. The emotion, the adrenaline and the alcohol had all hit him and his inhibitions were slowly deserting him.
"What do you mean, it's me?"
"I'm in love with you!" He admitted, finally and it felt cathartic to say it. He loved her. Of course he loved her. She looked as if he had shot a stunning spell at her.
"What did you just say?" She whispered. The volume shocked him and he nearly missed the question.
"I said I love you."
"How long?"
"Since you moved in." He said and he knew this would enrage her and he was right.
"Are you fucking joking, Remus?!"
"No."
"I told you how I felt six fucking months ago and you rejected me! I told you three months ago I wasn't over you and you did nothing! Why?"
"You deserve better than a werewolf, Hermione."
"You cannot be serious right now."
"I am. I would ruin your future."
"Remus Lupin I am old enough and wise enough to make an informed decision about what I want. You think I don't realise what society thinks of you? I know what they think Remus and I fight it every single day at the Ministry! I am about to give you two options and you need to make a decision. You either give us a shot or I'm gone. I cannot continue this ridiculous back and forth. I deserve to be happy and if you aren't will-" he cut her off by crashing his lips against hers. She was shocked but immediately reacted, kissing him back with equal passion, her lips working in harmony with his despite the desperate nature of the kiss. She pulled away first, her hands pushing on his chest.
"Remus this... this is exactly what I wanted but... if this is a one time thing, a drunken decision then..."
"It's not. I swear to you it isn't. I'll prove it." He was desperate to kiss her again, to make her happy because she was right, it was exactly what she deserved.
"How?"
"If you're worried I'm doing this because I'm drunk then I can assure you I feel completely sober but we can wait to discuss properly tomorrow if you like. I've wanted you for a year. Another day shouldn't make much difference." He said. She eyed him for what felt like an eternity before taking his hand and dragging him back to the club. She spoke briefly with Ginny who grinned a dirty grin at him, told Sirius they were leaving, dragged him back outside and finally spoke.
"You are sure you aren't drunk?" She asked.
"Absolutely."
"Apparate us home, then." She said and so he did. He was sure she was going to sit at the table in the kitchen and talk but she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him, her tongue impatient against his and he felt overwhelmed by finally having her in his arms. She pulled him to her bedroom, kicking the door closed and setting a quick silencing and protection charm.
"Hermione, are you sure?" He asked, though his lips were on her neck, kissing and sucking on the delicate skin while she sighed at the feeling.
"Absolutely. I need you, Remus." She moaned as he sucked on the dip at the base of her throat and he decided hearing her moan was the sexiest noise on the planet. He pushed her denim jacket off and she pulled his black t-shirt over his head. He felt the pang of nervousness as her eyes raked across his body, taking in the scars and imperfections as she went.
"I ah... I know I'm not-"
"You're perfect." She said simply before her lips were on the largest scar on his chest, fingers exploring the ones that littered his stomach and he felt as though he may have died and gone to heaven. He planned to worship her body tonight and began by picking her up and laying her down, his body covering hers. He pulled on her top but was oddly flummoxed when it didn't move.
"It's a bodysuit." She said, nibbling on his ear and causing him to groan.
"A what?"
"It's done up between my legs." She replied, kissing her way down his jaw to his lips while he undid her belt and jeans. He sat up, pulling them down her legs and sighed at the sight before him. She was laying there, her hair barely in the bun any more, eyes dark and her body covered in only a black lace bodysuit.
"You're fucking stunning."
"Show me." She said and his lips were on her collar bone, teeth nipping gently at the skin. Her hands were fighting with his belt, a huff escaping her mouth and he chuckled, the vibration in his chest against her. Finally free of his belt, she pushed his jeans down and he finished the job of taking them off. He kissed his way down her neck again, resisting the urge to bite the skin he found there. She was breathing heavily, her hips moving against his and then she readjusted, taking the lace top off and that had left her completely naked. She blushed, going to pull him down on top of her but he pulled back.
"You are absolutely beautiful." He said and she smiled, leaning up to kiss him. His hand drifted down her waist, across her hip, tracing the line where her leg met her body. She shivered at his touch, her grip on his shoulders becoming harder.
"I'll stop if you want me to." He whispered in her ear and she groaned, shaking her head.
"Please, don't. I want you." She replied and he exhaled, attaching himself back to her neck as his fingers found her centre. He groaned as her breath caught when he found her clit. He rubbed slow circles over it, revelling in the sighs that fell from her mouth. He worked her clit harder as he came back to her lips and his tongue found hers as he pushed two fingers into her. She moaned loudly, her hips pushing up to meet him until the palm of his hand was flush against her.
"Remus... fuck..." she moaned, grinding herself onto his palm. He found the spot that made her gasp and worked it relentlessly until her felt her muscles fluttering around his fingers, her hips grinding her clit into his palm in ragged, uneven motions. Her hands were gripping him tightly, one on his arm and the other in his hair.
"I'm so fucking close." She breathed and he pulled back to watch as she broke around his fingers, her body convulsing, the tightening around his fingers exquisite, his name falling from her lips as his fingers grew ever wetter.
"God you're stunning when you come." He whispered in her ear and she moaned again.
"No one has ever made me come, Remus. You're the first." She said, breathless and slightly sweating and he pulled away, shocked. No one had made her come? No one had seen her body and face react as she gave in to pleasure? He fucking loved that.
"What?" He asked and she blushed.
"I think you heard." She replied, running her hands through his hair.
"That is a massive turn on, you know? Can I taste?" He asked, his tongue licking a swipe up her neck, tasting the salty, sweet taste of her.
"You... you don't have to." She said and he rolled his eyes.
"I want to, more than anything else. I want to taste what no one else has, I want to know what making you come on my tongue would be like, I want to feel you release on my lips." He said into her neck and she had begun writhing on his fingers again while he spoke.
"Yes. I want it." Was all she said and it was enough. He kept his fingers where they were, making lazy movements in her as his lips learned her body, learned the taste of her nipples, her waist, her hips, her thighs and then finally he was between her legs. He removed his fingers and she made a disappointed huff noise as he did. He smirked, his hands securing her thighs, opening her to him and she blushed as he did. She was wet, her core glistening, inviting him in and he could feel himself salivating.
"Perfection." Was the last word his tongue formed before he flicked it across her clit. She hissed and he attached his lips to it, sucking it into his mouth and humming in satisfaction. Her taste was more than he had dreamed it could possibly be. It was sweet, dangerously addictive and he already knew this couldn't possibly be the last time he would be here. He could have stayed there all night, drinking every last drop she gave him.
"Remus... please..." she moaned, her hand harsh in her grip in his hair. He smiled into her core, wondering whether she would react well to what he wanted to do. He tried it and bit down on her clit and it sent her barrelling into her second orgasm of the night. Having her push herself further into his mouth as he lapped up the evidence of her orgasm while calling his name was possibly the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed.
"Fuck." She breathed between gulps of breath and he smirked, kissing his way back up her body until he captured her lips again.
"You're so incredibly sexy." He said into her lips and she moaned, her hands working down to his boxers and pushing them down. He helped her remove them and settled back on top of her. She glanced down and raised her eyebrows and he felt himself blush.
"Fucking hell, Remus." She said and he laughed.
"Are you ok?" He asked and she nodded, still looking down at where his cock rested against her thigh.
"You're so big." She said and he blushed harder.
"We can stop. We don't have to-" he was cut off by a kiss, a searing, scorching, dominating kiss that threatened to end him before he had begun. She pulled at his hips, her hand coming between them to grasp his shaft and he moaned into her mouth. She lined him up and he pulled away from her mouth.
"You're sure? You're absolutely sure?" He asked and she nodded.
"I've waited long enough. I want you, Remus, all of you." She said and it was enough. He pushed slowly into her, feeling her tight and wet warmth encasing him and encouraging him deeper. He groaned at the feel and she moaned his name until he was buried fully within her. Only then did he exhale and drop his forehead to her shoulder.
"Fucking hell, you feel incredible, Remus." She breathed and he nodded.
"You're absolute perfection." He said into her skin. He had never, ever felt like this before. So utterly content, so happy, like he was made to fit someone else the way he was made to fit her. She rocked her hips and he came back to the moment. He began with a gentle, slow rhythm until she was panting beneath him and then he sped up, listening to her appreciative moans as he did. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts until he felt her tighten. He was praying that he could hold off but the feel of her coming around his cock was too much. She was crying out his name now, fingernails digging into his shoulder until she had finished. He attached his teeth to her neck but managed to pull himself away before marking her neck or coming.
"Remus." She panted and he came back to her lips and kissed her. She pulled away, her hands either side of his head.
"Let go, Remus." She whispered and he shook his head.
"No. No, I... I can't." He said and she kissed him deeply.
"Let go." She repeated and his thrusts sped up again, wanting nothing more than to pound into her but he didn't want to hurt her.
"It's our first time." He pleaded but she smiled.
"So it should be perfect for both of us. Let. Go." She said and he did. He pounded into her, one hand gripping her hip tightly, a growl emanating from his chest but she seemed to like it, moaning as he did. He could feel himself close to the edge, the feel of her, the sound of their skin slapping together, the smell of them was pushing him closer and closer and when she came again, pulling his head into her neck, he bit down and came too, groaning her name, sucking at the skin he had just bitten. When he came down, he immediately felt bad for biting her but she kissed him sweetly.
"Are you ok?" He asked and she nodded, beaming at him.
"More than ok." She said and he exhaled in relief.
"You look even more beautiful than you ever have right now." He said, taking in her wild hair, her flushed cheeks, her glowing skin and she bit her lip, smiling at him.
"Remus, this wasn't a one time thing for me. I want you. I want to be with you." She said softly, reaching up to push the hair off of his forehead. He pulled out of her and adjusted to be on his side, facing her, his fingers drawing soft patterns over her stomach.
"I want that too. More than anything." He said quietly and she didn't say anything for a long moment.
"But?" She prompted and he frowned.
"But nothing." He said and this time she frowned, sitting up to rest on her elbows.
"Remus. There's a but, I know there is." She said and he smiled.
"There isn't. Not this time. I've spent a year telling myself I love you but I can't, shouldn't, won't. I'm done. I'm exhausted fighting the fact I'm so clearly head over heels in love with you. So, if you want me, I'm yours." He said simply and her eyebrows had shot through the roof.
"I had a whole speech planned to convince you though." she said and he laughed loudly.
"You can tell me them all if you like, but I'm not arguing. I want you." he said and she smiled, pulling him down and sighing happily.
"You realise we could have been doing what we just did for the last six months, right?" she asked and he groaned.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm so sorry."
"You needn't apologise." she said softly and he smiled.
"I know, I know. I guess I'll just have to make it up to you." he said and she grinned, pulling his head back to hers to kiss him.