This is a little oneshot I actually began writing for Nanowrimo and have found the inspiration to finish it during quarantine.

This work was not betaed- any mistakes are my own.

I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make money from posting this.

Enjoy!

Hermione glanced at the clock for what had to be the hundredth time. 9:01 pm.

Here she was, sat on the couch in Grimmauld Place with a book on her lap, draped with a plush blanket and a glass of red wine on the mahogany table beside her, but she couldn't even concentrate on the bloody book.

She sighed, taking another sip from her glass. How had she come to be sitting here like a mooning schoolgirl, waiting up to see how his date went?

She was going to kill Harry and Sirius for putting her through this! It had been their brilliant idea to set Remus up on a date before the holidays so he could bring someone with him to Christmas at the Burrow.

How bloody idiotic?!

Hermione was also going stag and you didn't see them setting her up! Bloody sexist if you asked her.

9:08 pm. She let out another huff slamming her book closed and nearly throwing it on the table before nursing her wine in her hands once more.

It's not like she's been fully open about her feelings for the wizard, but she was giving him space! After the war ended it had been hard on everyone- especially for Remus, having lost his pregnant wife to death eaters!

Sure, it had been nearly 11 years now but really! Who's to say how much space one needs after all the bullshit they had gone through!?

9:12 pm. Bloody fucking tits. She took another healthy swallow from her glass.

You know what? Sirius probably set him up with some gorgeous witch who wasn't at all bookish and they would have nothing in common. Everything was going to be fine. Yes. Remus would come home after a few hours and complain about how boring she had been and they would laugh about it over tea and then chat about the new thriller she had borrowed from him.

Yes. Sure. It was most definitely going to be fine. Absolutely fine.

9:16 pm. Another swig from her glass. Better top it off. She waved her wand and floated the bottle over to fill up her glass.

SLAM

Hermione jolted awake, grabbing her head with a groan.

11:47 pm. She must have dozed off. She licked her lips and groaned again. Her mouth felt like it was full of cotton. No more wine for a while…

THUMP. SMACK.

BANG.

Hermione stood up and swayed slightly, grabbing the arm of the green couch to steady herself. Oooh. Still a little tipsy then.

She rushed out into the hall, and down to the kitchen where the noise seemed to be ricocheting off the walls.

"Remus?!" she cried in exasperation, hands poised on her hips like a schoolmarm, as he nearly threw the kettle at her. "What on earth do you think you're doing?"

He stood up from where he was crouched under the sink, his hair wild and his pupils blown. Hermione's breath caught at how his chest was heaving and how he looked like he'd just had a cracking good time in someone's bed.

Suddenly, she was rapidly blinking back tears- he couldn't have done it with this random date. Could he?

"Sirius hides the good firewhisky somewhere in these cupboards and I'm taking it! That's what!" Remus ranted, turning back around to keep digging and tossing kitchen items about. "After what that horrid excuse for a friend and his godson put me up to tonight- I deserve it!"

Hermione edged around the large dining table so she could have a better view of Remus' bum as he dug around the kitchen cabinets. "What do you mean? I thought they had set you up on a blind date."

Remus growled as he spun towards her, crouched and looking like he was ready to pounce. "They set me up with Millicent Bullstrode- the girl from your year in Slytherin!"

"And…" Hermione prompted, not quite sure what point he was making. And slightly afraid of what he might say next.

"And," Remus huffed, standing and prowling towards her. He leaned in slightly as she pressed back into the counter. She caught a whiff of his spicy cologne as he said, "Miss Bullstrode evidently has had a rather large crush on me since my teaching days. She thought it might be fun to have a bit of lust potion added to our drinks!"

While he had been talking, his hands had grasped the counter on either side of her waist and he had whispered that last bit about lust potion directly into her ear. She shivered and looked up to meet his eyes as he pulled back.

"What happened next?" Hermione breathed out. Remus' eyes caught on her bottom lip as she pulled it between her teeth.

"Next," he muttered, leaning in so his forehead was just barely touching hers, his dark eyes searching hers, "I realized that it wasn't making me lust after her, but after someone else that I have feelings for…"

Remus angled his head, dark eyes watching her carefully, as he brought his lips down to hers. She gasped as he crashed against her, wrapping his arms around her to lift her up onto the counter. Her legs fell open and he easily took up the place between them. She could feel an almost inaudible growl where their chests touched, as she opened her mouth to him.

Hermione's loose grey sweater was the first to go and his eyes seared a path to her heaving breasts, clad tightly in a lacey, bralette. He groaned and leaned down to draw one nipple into his mouth through the fabric. She sighed deeply in response, neck and head falling back while her chest arched towards him. He had one hand on her other breast, finger tightly pinching that nipple, while his other arm was a tight band across her back, keeping her flush against him.

She could feel his arousal, as he ground into her, through their jeans and she moaned as he bit the underside of her breast. He kissed his way back up her torso and finished at the side of her mouth, huffing violently.

"Are you sure?" Remus whispered hoarsely, just a hint of his old self-deprecation leaking through in his words.

Hermione grabbed both sides of his head, directing him to make eye contact with her while she spoke. "I've been waiting a long time for this. I am definitely sure."

If possible, his eyes seemed to go completely black and she helped him strip of his light blue button down before he pulled her legs around his waist and carried her down the hall, back to the library.

There he looked at her darkly before setting her back on her feet. "Pants off." He commanded her, as he turned and pulled her soft throw to the ground in front of the fire. Remus stripped himself of his trousers and boxers before he spread out on the blanket, propped up on his elbows with mismatched throw pillows spread around him.

He stared hungrily as she slipped off her bralette and dropped her panties before crossing the room to meet him. He was beautiful in the firelight. Muscles and scars rippling as the light flickered.

Hermione straddled him, looking into his eyes as she leaned down, pressing small kisses along his jaw. She traced her way down his chest and along his abs with kisses, nips and licks as he threaded his hands roughly through her hair.

"Fuck," she muttered to herself, before leaning in and giving kitten licks to the end of his weeping cock. Remus, thrust upwards at the sensation and smeared his pre-cum along her cheek.

"Sorry," he mumbled, "It's been a while and this lust potion is driving me mad."

Hermione laughed, smiling up at him, his hands tangled in her curls. She grasped the bottom of his cock with one hand, placing the other on his hip, trying to anchor him. Looking into his eyes she slowly lowered her head until she was breathing over his cock, mouth wide. Remus squeezed his eyes shut and groaned as she began to take him into her mouth. She twisted her fist tighter around the base of his cock, bobbing her head up and down in a kind of synchronized dance.

"Hermione," Remus groaned, caressing the back of her head. "Luv, you're going to have to stop or I won't make it much longer."

Her eyes met his again, as her mouth slowly slid off his cock. She him an extra tug with her fist before her lips found his again.

Fuck. He loved her wild hair. He flipped them over and she stared up at him with hungry eyes, just as dark as his. Her arms laced their way through his and clutched at his shoulders. He had one arm wrapped beneath her own shoulders and he grabbed her knee with the other, twisting it up and around his hip.

Remus surged forwards to claim her mouth once more and they both groaned as his cock nudged her slick opening.

"Remus, please." She gasped into his mouth.

He brought his hand down and circled her clit a few times, her hips thrusting towards the friction, before grasping his cock and guiding it in. They both moaned as he thrust shallowly into her, once, then twice, before finally sheathing himself fully in her moist heat.

"So good for me," He murmured into her ear as he began slowly thrusting. "I've been dreaming of this for so long."

Her eyes met his and she grinned. "Then don't hold back, Remus. I've been waiting just as long!"

"Witch," he growled at her, slipping out all the way.

They moaned at the sudden loss, but Hermione soon found herself on her hands and knees in front of the fire. She laughed, leaning forward onto her elbows, and clutched a pillow to her chest. She looked back over her shoulder at him, as his broad hands grabbed her hips to position her. She let a small moan slip out- fuck she loved being manhandled by him.

Remus grinned at her before fisting his cock, eyes raking across her smooth back and round ass. Merlin, he loved her ass. His free hand groped one of her ass cheeks before he slapped his cock against it.

"Circe, Hermione, you have no idea what you do to me."

"Show me." She groaned palming her breast and pinching her nipple harshly.

Remus took that as permission to surge into her again. Hermione gasped at the new angle. She felt so much fuller. He grabbed her roughly by the hips and set a harsh rhythm, his bollocks slapping loudly against her as he moved.

Remus leaned over her, fisted her hair in one hand, drawing her neck back sharply. His other hand wound around her chest and grasped her right breast as he pulled her upright.

"Fu-u-uck," She ground out, chest arched forward head pulled back by her hair, as his cock slammed into her.

His right hand released her hair and snaked around her waist to reach her clit. He punished it between his fingers, twisting and plucking while creating the same rhythm on her nipple with his other hand.

"Cum for me, Hermione," He groaned in her ear before taking the lobe between his teeth.

"Yes!" Hermione shouted, vision going white as she came. Her walls tightened on Remus and he groaned as he came inside her.

When they came to, Hermione's back was snugly against Remus' chest as they stretched out in front of the fireplace in the library. She twisted in his arms to face him, and their arms wound around each other.

"Are you okay with this, Remus?" She asked shyly, her eyes searching his.

"I am," He said, barely above a whisper as he leaned in to capture her lips. He leaned back and they smiled lazily at each other, "But you should know something."

"Oh?" She hummed at him her eyebrows scrunching just slightly.

"Yes," He said, "I definitely want more than just a date to Christmas at the Burrow."

She chuckled, her face softening as she gazed at him.

"I think that can be arranged." She replied.