AN: One last post before I have to go back to school...bummer. I decided to go ahead and actually write out my lemons rather than just lead up to them, so here you go! Enjoy!
December 21st—The Eighth Day of Christmas
After all the fun they had had yesterday, Remus and Hermione had decided to host a Christmas Eve party at Grimmauld Place (with Sirius' permission, of course). They spent the morning sending invitations to everybody who had been part of the Order of the Phoenix during the Second Wizarding War, inviting them and their families/dates to come sometime in the afternoon and to bring a dish for a potluck dinner.
After finishing sending out all the invitations Remus suggested that he and Hermione should go out to see a movie or go ice skating or something. Feeling kind of restless from spending the morning cooped up inside Grimmauld Place, Hermione agreed to go ice skating.
And so after lunch, they went out to the rink with some shoes transfigured into ice skates. Hermione was extremely rusty, as the last time she had gone skating had been with her parents in France many years ago, but with Remus' help, she was able to pick the skill back up with relative ease.
"So tell me something about yourself," Hermione said as she rounded the curve of the rink unsteadily.
Remus laughed. "Well, what do you want to know?"
"Everything! Where did you grow up? What was your childhood like? What are your Christmas traditions? Do you have any family? If we're going to be a couple, we need to know things about each other. I know things about you right now like you're a werewolf, you're an amazing cook, you listen to good music, you're probably the most courteous person I know…stuff like that. But I know nothing about your past, and you don't know much about mine. I want to learn you."
Remus smiled down at her lovingly, causing Hermione's head to swim delightfully and nearly making her fall on her butt. "I really shouldn't be surprised. It was only a matter of time before you asked me for some new learning material."
Hermione giggled. "I'm sorry, but I can't help being a swot."
"No, I suppose you can't," Remus grinned, taking her hand in his. "Alright…childhood. I grew up just outside Derbyshire, in a lovely little rural area with my parents; no brothers or sisters. I was bitten at the age of two years old by Fenrir Greyback, and lived my childhood in a bit of a blur of pain and loneliness. Christmases were always the highlight of my year, though. I loved playing in the snow, making snowmen, and going tobogganing with my father. I've always found that my December transformations have always been the least painful because I'm able to block out the pain with happy thoughts of Christmas.
School has always been so important to me, as I'm sure you've noticed. I remember, as a six-year-old, begging my parents to let me go to school and learn like the other kids do. Of course, my lycanthropy wouldn't allow it, but my mother made it up to me by homeschooling me. I was so happy to find that I would actually be able to go to Hogwarts and meet other witches and wizards my age. Turns out, I was one of the only kids in my year at Hogwarts who could do their timetables and could talk about ancient civilizations and Muggle World Wars.
Meeting James, Sirius, and Peter was the best thing that ever happened to me, despite all the pain it caused me down the road. They were my first and best friends I ever had. Hogwarts was the time of my life. As soon as all four of us had turned seventeen, Dumbledore offered us each a spot in the Order of the Phoenix. We all accepted excitedly, not thinking twice about how scary things would get when we were directly involved in the war. I don't think I need to tell you about how our friend group was ripped apart after that. I spent the next twelve years mourning the loss of all my friends, drifting from job to job in a lonely existence. You know what happened after that."
The whole story had taken been told over about four turns of the rink they were skating on. Hermione looked up at Remus with sad but understanding eyes. "But you won't be lonely anymore. I'm afraid I've become rather attached to you at this point, Remus Lupin, so I won't be going anywhere anytime soon."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Remus chuckled.
There was a brief silence, where Remus looked down at Hermione expectantly. "Oh! Is it my turn? Alright, where to begin? I had a very regular childhood. Almost oddly regular, since I'm a witch. I only ever had two accidental bouts of magic by the time I got my Hogwarts letter, and even then, the magic was nothing exceptional. One happened when I was about eight years old and I was playing Hide-and-Go-Seek with my friends. I had no spot to hide and my friend had finished counting. I somehow managed to unlock the shed at school that was always locked, and then lock myself in there until I won the game. The other accidental magic was when I got a 75% on a test, and somehow managed to make the paper vanish in my hands. Nothing too exceptional or scary.
I lived with my parents, with no siblings either. My parents were dentists who rarely allowed me to eat any sort of sweets or puddings. Hogwarts was the time of my life, as I could eat whatever I wanted without my parents being there to stop me. That's part of the reason I love Christmas so much; the feast at Hogwarts was always comprised of the most succulent, teeth-rotting foods imaginable. So I guess you could say my Christmas tradition is stuffing my face with food.
Believe it or not, I positively despised Harry and Ron when I first met them. I regarded them as good-for-nothing troublemakers who were only interested in stirring the pot and losing points for Gryffindor. But after they saved me from being killed by a Troll on our first Halloween at Hogwarts, we all became the best of friends. Being friends with Harry and Ron makes for a most chaotic time at Hogwarts, as I'm sure you can relate to with your Hogwarts friends, but I don't regret any of it."
Another pause. "We should move onto a lighter topic of conversation before one of us bursts into tears," Remus suggested, causing Hermione to laugh in agreement.
"Alright: favourite colour?"
"Blue," Remus replied, "and yours?"
"Same."
"Favourite chocolate?"
"Oh, of course you'd ask that," Hermione laughed, "dark."
"Mine's milk, though I totally approve of your answer."
"Would you have disapproved of any?"
"Hmm…good point."
Hermione laughed again. "Favourite alcoholic beverage?"
"Firewhiskey. There's just something about it that I prefer to Muggle alcohol…I don't really know what. You?"
"Either white wine or vodka, depending on the night."
"When and to whom did you lose your virginity?"
"Should I be worried that you'll beat the poor bloke up?" Hermione asked with an amused smirk.
"Depends on how he treated you," Remus replied evilly.
"Oh, well in that case, it was Viktor Krum in the summer after my fifth year when my parents and I did a tour through Europe and passed through Bulgaria. And he treated me very well, by the way, so don't go and get yourself arrested by his bodyguards."
"In that case, I won't. Mine was to Mary MacDonald in my seventh year. She's no longer alive, so I don't think you have to worry about her," Remus joked lightly.
After the skating, the couple went out to get some coffee and walk around a little more. As snow like this was so rarely seen in London, they didn't want to miss out on enjoying it. It was really fun seeing all the massive buildings and rooftops covered in the massive layer of snow. Shop owners were shovelling snow off their roofs, and people were trying to finish clearing some of the sidewalks and not-so-busy paths.
Hermione started getting cold, so the pair decided to apparate back home. There, they drank some eggnog in front of the crackling living room fireplace. Remus had become distracted by the photo of the maid milking a cow on the carton of the eggnog, wondering if it wouldn't be more appropriate to show a chicken laying an egg instead, that he startled a little when Hermione spoke, breaking the comfortable silence in which they had fallen.
"So, we need to talk about us," Hermione said seriously.
"What about us?" Remus asked.
"Well, something tells me that I'm going to have a hard time staying away from you at out Christmas Eve party, and there will be lots of curious children and Weasleys roaming the house. What if we get caught again?"
"Are you meaning to say that you plan to seduce me at our own party?" Remus asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Are you meaning to say that that is out of the question?" Hermione said with a caught-with-hand-in-the-cookie-jar expression.
Remus burst out laughing. "You are a naughty girl, Hermione Granger."
"Hmmm…perhaps my Professors never punished me enough as a child. Care to rectify that mistake, Professor?" she purred. All this talk about sex had reminded her of how much she wanted to have it right now.
"Well, that depends on what sort of punishment is needed. If it's writing lines, then I'm afraid I wouldn't care to supervise that. Much too boring…" he joked, not fully realizing that Hermione wasn't joking anymore. She was seducing.
"I don't think you understand the gravity of my offenses, Professor. I've been much more naughty than you think. Care for me to show you?" Hermione purred, playing with the waistband of her jeans just obviously enough for Remus to catch on.
Hermione was certain she actually saw his eyes darken with desire. "Perhaps you'd better show me," he replied, his voice quite a bit deeper than it was just seconds ago.
Hermione smirked and stood up from the couch, standing near the fire with her back facing him. She had never done anything like this, so she didn't have the confidence to go all out and do a strip dance. But still, Hermione would definitely put the 'tease' in strip tease…
She started off by taking off her socks, certain that she'd somehow slip on the hardwood floors if she didn't. She really didn't want to mess this up. Next, with her back still to him, she released her long curls from the ponytail they were in, gently tousling them with her fingers so they laid nicely on her head and cascaded down to the middle of her back.
Grabbing the hem of her t-shirt, Hermione began to slide it up her back, revealing her skin inch by inch, almost torturously slowly. Once she had pulled it off her head, she let it fall in a heap on the floor. She realized that the underwear she was wearing today—the light pink set from Ginny—would go perfectly with her naughty schoolgirl act.
The skin of her face and stomach were beginning to get too warm from being so close to the fire, so she chose this moment to turn around and face Remus. And boy, did she like what she saw. His pupils were almost the size of his irises, and a bulge was definitely starting to grow in his lap.
Hermione smiled seductively and released the button from the hole in her jeans, beginning to remove her pants. She hooked her thumbs in the sides of her jeans, then, at the last minute, decided to turn around to give Remus the full view of her scandalous knickers. She slowly pulled the jeans down over her hips, revealing her arse to him as seductively as she could by bending at the waist to release her ankles from her jeans.
Abandoning her clothes on the floor, clad only in her light pink bra and thong, Hermione walked back over to Remus and perched herself right on his lap, facing him with her legs spread around his and knees resting on the couch. She was practically straddling him while he was still fully clothed, and she loved the reaction she got as a result of it. He looked like a man whose dreams were all coming true right before his eyes, and Hermione's confidence skyrocketed. This excess confidence caused Hermione to act even more seductively than she would have thought herself capable of.
"See what I mean, Professor? I'm much too naughty for my own good…" Hermione whispered in Remus' ear, enjoying the feel of his stubble on her cheek.
"You're quite right, Miss Granger," Remus practically choked out, trying to snap out of his own arousal. "How do you propose we punish you?"
"I think I have an idea, and I'm sure that it won't be nearly as boring as writing lines…" Hermione trailed off while sliding off his lap to kneel between his legs.
As soon as the realization clicked, Remus' eyes bulged and he began stuttering. "H-Hermione! Y-you don't have to—I mean, I would never expect you to—"
"Hush, Remus," Hermione soothed, rubbing the outsides of his thighs, "I know you don't expect this of me, and that's why I want to. Plus, it's not like I've never done this…I'm quite the naughty girl, remember?"
"No, it's not that—I mean, nobody has ever…" Remus stammered, his face turning red with embarrassment.
"Nobody has ever given you a blow job, Remus?" Hermione asked, totally confused. Remus shook his head in a vehement 'no'. "Well, then you're going to enjoy my punishment much more than I thought!" Hermione smirked evilly, before unbuttoning his trousers.
Remus let out a cross between a gargle and a groan. "Merlin, Hermione. You're going to be the death of me!"
Hermione smirked up at him as she pulled his now fully erect dick out of his pants. She started by pumping him a few times, just to tease him a little before beginning to suck on the head. It had been a while since Hermione had last performed fellatio on anyone, so she was excited to do it for Remus, especially since she would be his first. Something about that realization made her want to make it so much better for him, and so she decided to tease him a bit.
She took the head out of her mouth and began to lick the cock from base to head, making sure to pay special attention to any veins and to the underside. Remus was already looking like he was getting close, so Hermione decided to slow down even more. She stopped using her mouth, and simply started playing gently with his balls.
"How are you liking it so far?" Hermione asked innocently, though she was pretty sure she already knew the answer if all his grunts and groans were anything to go by.
Remus just simply nodded enthusiastically and started muttering something that sounded like "don't you dare fucking stop". Hermione smiled devilishly and decided it was time to go all in (pun totally intended). In one swift movement, Hermione had engulfed his dick in her mouth as far as she could. Remus groaned, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head as she started to suck on him and bob her head. It was really too much fun to watch Remus' reactions, especially as he got closer to the edge.
His reactions were turning her on so much that she let out an involuntary groan into his dick, causing him to accidentally buck. Hermione gagged and had to take her mouth off his dick so she could cough. Remus started panicking.
"Hermione! I am so, so sorry! I—I didn't mean to, I tried so hard not to. Is there anything I can do?"
Hermione finished coughing but was disappointed that that had ruined the mood. "Remus, I'm fine. Seriously, it's happened many times before. Don't worry about it. Choking and bucking are both perfectly normal. Please try to relax so I can finish…" Hermione urged sweetly, pushing him back down on the couch.
Remus tried to argue some more, but Hermione didn't let him. "You're so sexy when I suck you. I really want to see that again. So unless you weren't enjoying it…"
"Well of course I was enjoying it, but I hurt you! I'm scared of doing it again!"
"You didn't hurt me. I'm absolutely fine. It was uncomfortable for a second, but it was worth it after all the pleasure I was getting from it!"
Remus looked confused. "You were getting pleasure from it?"
"Of course I was!" Hermione laughed. "Haven't you noticed that I've only been using one hand on you? I've been rubbing myself with my other. Watching you writhe around like that was making me too horny. I've been getting off on it the entire time."
Remus seemed to consider this for a second. "Fine, but I want you to be careful. Don't take me too deeply."
"What if I do? Will you punish me?" Hermione teased.
"Just for that, I think that cheeky mouth of yours ought to be filled up again," Remus teased back, running his fingers through her hair as she knelt between his legs again.
"Yes, sir!"
And with that, they continued from where they left off. After working for a few more minutes, Remus was on the edge again. Hermione had decided that Remus probably wasn't ready for her to swallow, so she sucked on his balls as he came, letting his jizz fly onto his own stomach and the couch.
After he had finished, he had been adamant that he return the favour, which Hermione did not complain to at all, since watching him go over the edge had turned her on so much that her pussy had started throbbing. It didn't take very much time or effort for her to be thrashing around on the couch, screaming Remus' name as he tried his hand at cunnilingus.
Hermione made a mental note in her sated haze to thank the girls profusely for their Christmas gifts. They definitely weren't disappointing.