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Much to Remus's delight, he and Hermione didn't leave the room, except for a sneaky scramble to the kitchen for sustenance sometime after the sun had set. He had been torn between hoping someone would see them and wanting to keep Hermione all to himself. He wanted to shout from the rooftops that Hermione was his...well, girlfriend. But, he also didn't want Sirius or Ron or Harry to be alerted to Hermione's barely contained giggles and come and explore -- only to find her looking so debauched and wearing next to nothing.
Only he was allowed to enjoy her well-kissed pink lips, wide blown pupils and wild, just been fucked hair. Not to mention the way that her legs looked in barely-there shorts and white, nearly see-through undershirts that she wore without a bra. She was his, and if he had anything to say about it, it would remind that way for a long, long time.
But, after their day enjoying one another, they were forced to acknowledge that it was Sunday and they really did need to leave the confines of Hermione's room at last. They both had promised that they would go to the Weasley's weekly Sunday lunch and Remus knew that there was no getting out of a promise made to Molly Weasley.
Still, he wondered if he might be able to convince Hermione to share a shower with him that morning...
He didn't think that he'd ever get sick of her. Especially not when she was draped across the bed on her stomach, her bare back revealed in the sunlight. Unable to resist, he traced his fingers up and down her spine, delighting at the way she shivered, erupting in gooseflesh.
She rewarded him with a happy little moan, before turning her head on the pillow to look at him. "Good morning Remus," she said with a small smile.
He leaned forward to kiss her on the very tip of her nose. He chuckled hearing the sound of annoyance she made, before he leaned down and kissed her properly on the lips.
"Now this is how you are supposed to say good morning after you spend the night with a witch," she said, trying to look at him sternly. The effect was ruined by the smirk she wore. "Not by storming out of the library."
Remus felt his cheeks turn a bit pink. He couldn't believe how childish he'd been, but he had. He was eternally grateful that Sirius had come to the bar and talked some sense into her, otherwise he wasn't sure that he and Hermione ever would have gotten this second chance. "As much as I would love to show you how sorry I am again today, we do have other engagements," he answered.
She frowned, turning completely to face him, not bothering to cover up her perfect breasts when the sheet slipped. Not that Remus was complaining. "Really? What plans?" she asked, confused. She could barely remember what day it was, let alone what plans she'd made.
"Well, Molly Weasley did get us to agree to Sunday dinner," he told her with a smile. "I would love to skip it, but I don't fancy her tracking us down here."
She groaned, but knew that he was right. "Yes, I suppose it would be bad form to skip out after we've agreed to go."
"Just because we have to go doesn't mean that we can't still enjoy the day," he said, mischievously. "I haven't had a shower since Friday, and I could use some help getting my back clean." Only, after the words left his mouth, he wondered if that had been too bold. He tried to back pedal. "I mean...only if you want to, of course. I don't want to push you."
She scooted closer to him and kissed him full on the lips, catching his lower lip between her teeth, making Moony hum with desire. But then, she pulled away. "A shower sounds lovely," she agreed, before standing from the bed and pulling on a silk robe. Sneaking to the door, she cracked it open a hair. "Hurry up. Let's go while the coast is clear!"
By the time that Remus had pulled on his jeans and ran down the hallway to the bathroom, Hermione was already in the shower, her long hair down her back made artificially straight from the water. Her arse looked heavenly and he couldn't wait to get inside with her.
Striping down again in record time, he stepped into the spray behind her, bringing his hands up to cup her breasts. Her nipples were hard against his palms. Unable to help himself he pressed his body up against her back and pressed his lips to her exposed neck.
Pushing her forward so that she was out of the stream of water, he spun her around so her back was against the tile. She looked up at him, lips barely parted and he knew he had to have a taste. He kissed her, deepening the kiss immediately. Cupping her perfect arse, he lifted her up slightly so that he could enter her once again, familiar with the welcoming clutch of her center. He sighed, enjoying the feel of the steam on his skin and the heat of her cunt around his cock.
Merlin, he could do this forever and ever.
Orgasm seemed to wash up over him and before he knew it, they were coming together once again. Never breaking their kiss, he gently set her down once he was certain her legs could support her.
Once they were sufficiently recovered, he grabbed the bar of soap and and lathered it, before beginning the slow torturous work of cleaning her. He tried to hide a smile when he found a particularly ticklish spot on her body.
Sure, he didn't really want to go to the Weasley's for lunch, but he figured that this would hold over his insatiable appetite for her until they got home again later that night.
Later, when they came down the stairs to floo over to the Burrow together, they only indication that they got from their friends that they knew what they'd been up to (which they undoubtedly did) was Sirius's raised eyebrow. While they had gotten dressed, Remus and Hermione hadn't really talked about how they would tell their friends about their new relationship. They certainly didn't want to hide it, but they didn't want to make a formal announcement either. It seemed too weird.
So, they followed after Sirius into the green flames without speaking of their change in status. The Burrow is welcoming and warm and Hermione is immediately shuffled off, passed between Weasleys, each giving her a hug bigger than the last and asking about her work when they remember. Remus is immediately grilled by Fred and George about the logistics of pranks that he pulled with Sirius whilst at Hogwarts.
Hermione landed with Arthur, who is quick to turn the conversation to muggle culture, as usual. Remus can tell that she would rather be with him, from the way her eyes keep finding his, but instead, she happily explains the concept of submarines to him, agreeing that it is confusing that muggles also have something called a submarine sandwich.
He is somewhat relieved, but also annoyed that no one notices anything different about her. Couldn't they tell that she'd been shagged within an inch of her life that very morning? Couldn't they see the way that she was glowing? With her hair dutifully tamed once more and a pretty sundress on, it seemed that she was just regular Hermione Granger to them — not Remus's lover.
When Molly called everyone to the table for dinner, Hermione was able to snag the seat next to him. He grabbed her hand underneath the table and gave her a reassuring squeeze. He felt his heart skip a beat when she gave him a secret smile, obviously pleased to be touching him again.
Molly had put out quite the spread and Remus could hear Hermione's stomach rumble at the sight, though he doubted anyone else would be able to. What they were able to see was Hermione piling her plate with turkey and mashed potatoes, Brussel sprouts and not one, but two rolls. She tucked in, ravenous, looking more like Ron with his food. The conversation at the table came to a standstill.
Looking up, Hermione seemed to notice that everyone was watching her in confusion. Molly was the most perplexed. In an attempt to smooth over the situation, Hermione gave the older witch a smile and a compliment. "Thank you so much for dinner, Mrs. Weasley. Everything is so delicious!"
Molly gave her a smile, but was still perplexed. "You're welcome, Hermione. But is…is everything alright? You've never had this much of an appetite before," she asked gingerly.
Hermione blushed a pretty pink and struggled to come up with a lie to explain her new found hunger, but was unable to.
Ron noticed her distress and decided to come to her rescue. He rolled his eyes and announced the real reason to the table loudly. He waved his hand at Hermione and Remus — who were now sitting much closer to each other with everyone staring at them. "Oh, leave it mum," he said. "She's just starving because they've spent all weekend shagging!"
Hermione's blush deeperned to a darker red. "Ronald!" she scolded, not appreciating her sex life being announced that way.
"What? It's true!" Ron argued back, not understanding why everyone was looking at him in shock. "Come on — even I know what a silencing charm and a locked door means. And you weren't as sneaky as you thought this morning in the bathroom.
Hermione covered her face with her hands before groaning. Remus was torn between comforting her and looking to Sirius for help.
Molly was the first to speak. "Hermione, is this true?" she asked, obviously disbelieving that the usually well behaved witch would spend a whole weekend indulging in such debauchery.
Hermione squared her shoulders. "Yes, Remus and I are seeing each other," she announced, before noticing the barely restrained snickers from around the table. When no one spoke she grew irritated. "What is it?" she finally demanded.
Fred and George looked at each other, grins wide on their faces, before they turned back to face her. Fred pressed his hands to the table. "Alright, I think we have a bet to pay out," he said.
"Harry, I think you get the winnings," George said. "Congratulations, it's quite the pot."
"Harry! You bet on me?" Hermione asked, annoyed, pressing her hands to her hips.
Harry tried to look serious, but eventually he cracked a smile. "Yes, Hermione. But you see, it wasn't just me who did it," he said, giving up the rest of their friends gathered around the table. "You and Remus had so much unresolved sexual tension that we figured it was only a matter of time before you shagged each other."
"Harry—" Remus wanted to scold his former student but found himself unable to. He was just too much like James in that moment with his cheeky grin.
"Come off it, Moony," Sirius said, wearing a matching grin. "You both obviously like each other and for what it's worth, I think you are great for each other." He brushed his long hair out of his face. "Though would it have killed you to figure it out a week ago?"
"Hermione, dear, are you sure you are making the right decision?" Molly hedged, concern evident for the girl who'd become like a second daughter to her. "I mean, he is quite a bit older than you."
Hermione was annoyed at having the topic brought up again after she'd just convinced Remus she didn't mind. "Yes, I am sure that Remus and I will be very happy in our relationship," she insisted firmly.
Molly was satisfied and gave her a smile of her own. "Excellent," she said before turning to her twin sons. "Well then, Fred, George. I guess now we will have to start taking bets on when the wedding will be."
Hermione blushed, quickly looking to Remus. "Oh! I don't know about that," she sputtered.
"We only just started dating yesterday," Remus said, before realizing how remiss he'd been. "I haven't even taken her on a date yet!" He felt guilty at the realization.
Molly nodded, a knowing look on her face. "Yes, of course. Let's let them take things one day at a time," she said. "Well, tuck in then. I made this dinner so it could be enjoyed!"
Hermione sighed once all the attention was off of her. She was just glad that all her friends had accepted her relationship. She didn't know where it was going to go, but she was just happy to take the time to see where things went with Remus.