"Behind Closed Doors" By Kross
A/n: I don't own Harry Potter…I simply enjoy using the characters conjured up J.K. Rowling for my own sweet pleasure.
Pairing: Hermione/Ron and Hermione/Mystery man (okay, the cat's outta the bag. It's Remus.)
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Their lips met in a heated fervor that threatened to eat them both alive. Her nails ground into the tender skin of his neck while his fingers grasped at her supple- fleshed hips. The force of their meeting bodies, colliding to ignite an intoxicating lust, echoed in the tiny alley. Hermione wondered if some passerby might mistake the mutual attacking as a rape. Remus wondered how quickly he could get her out of public eye to explore seven years of blossoming.
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Instead of heading straight to London, Remus decided to make a stop-off at the Burrow. He found he knew the way without thinking, like second nature, while drifting sadly on his broomstick. He wondered if he would ever find Hermione, if she would even want to see him after the disastrous circumstance under which they last parted. Would Ron give them a moment to be alone with one another? Or would he insist to enjoy the company of Remus, as well? Would they want Harry to join them? (A disaster in the making, Remus was sure, because if Harry only had suspicions about the past, he would surely know)
The Weasleys were as pleasant as they had always been. It took Remus nearly two hours to leave the Burrow with address and telephone number for Ron and Hermione in hand. He was barred at the door when he tried to leave without a full meal in his stomach and a dozen mincemeat pies. He'd left with the number, the pies and the promise of his own Weasley jumper, despite his protesting. He left with kisses on the cheek and hugs and 'we missed you so much!'s. He felt suffocated when he left. All he wanted was to see Hermione's gorgeous eyes.
Ron and Hermione didn't live in a tiny London flat like Remus had expected. It wasn't in a bad neighborhood or located on top of a tiny bakery or shop. They owned a home in the suburbs, a very nice and family-friendly community outside of London about 10 minutes drive. He wondered if they had a dog, or a cat, or maybe a baby he was unaware of. He feared the worst, but hoped for the best.
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Hermione's heart leapt from her chest when she'd picked up the receiver and heard Remus's voice on the other end. She pretended she didn't recognize his voice in order to stall for time enough regain her composure.
"You've reached the Weasley's residence." She cooed into the phone, a mixture of pleasant and formal.
"Mrs. Weasley?" Remus answered back, surprised that he would refer to her as so.
"Yes, this is she. Might I ask to whom I am speaking?" She was almost laughing with delight.
"Yes..." He found himself hesitating. "Hermione, it's Remus."
"Remus? Remus Lupin? Is that you?" She smiled into the phone. "I haven't heard from you in ages! How have you been?"
"Hermione, I want to meet you." He said, ignoring her questions. "Would you please?"
"I...umm...with Ron?" She stammered out after a moment, cheeks blazing red.
"No. Just the two of us. Anywhere you want to meet."
"Yes." She decided quickly. "In Diagon." She heard the other end of the line go dead.
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He knew they hadn't decided on a time. It didn't matter to him. He waited in Diagon for two days before he caught glimpse of her. He saw her sitting alone in a coffee shop, eyes looking past the window through which he saw her. She sipped her tea and cooled it with her sweet breath. He could feel her warm breath on his neck, and the tender kisses she had laid on his skin, from years before. It felt as though she'd kissed him only a moment before. After a few long moments of soaking her in, he pressed his hand against the glass, leaving beautiful fingerprints like spider webs on the ancient uneven panes.
His fingers caught her eye and she glanced up. He looked like a puppy in a pet store window to her; he was a scruffy mutt begging to be taken home. She was awed by how shorn and short his hair now was, no longer was it curling at his shoulders, it was now peppered with grey and shaggy to his ear lobes. He looked more youthful and yet older in the same moment. Instantaneously, she felt a deep hunger to hold him arise in her core. She wanted to let her fingers brush the days of stubble that decorated his face.
He felt it was an hour from the time their pupils met and widened to take the other in to when she stepped across the threshold. Her heels clicked on the cobbled ground, and he stared at them. Heels and Hermione didn't go together, he thought. Or does she wear heels often? He wondered what she did for a living, did she work? Was she a stay-at-home wife? If she was, that would prove interesting to see what she would have to do to keep satisfied with her life. Her curiosity could not be put to rest if she was kept at home all day. He felt suddenly outraged that Ron would make her stay at home like that, bored and subservient. But, he knew she did not stay home. She was out doing something brilliant and scintillating with her life.
"Hello Remus," She spoke first, voice like an angel.
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley," He replied.
In one swift motion he stepped forward, gathered her into his arms and kissed her until she relaxed in his arms and gave in. They stood in the doorway, kissing until their lips were raw.
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I said I'd make it better. It's getting there. I just love where this is going!
Please R&R.
Meg