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Chapter Eleven

Party Time

HPOV

After revealing my first kiss to my beloved, we headed back to his house to find his parents already setting up for the party.

"Good, your home, you can help set up." Remus' mother quickly drug her son into the kitchen where she was baking, and I was asked to help his dad with the party favors.

Sitting down on the couch, I began to fill silver party bags with all sort of wizard candy and other magical knick knacks.

"So I take it, by what's in these bags, that muggles aren't usually invited to this party?" I just had to ask.

Mr. Lupin chuckled before answering, "Actually two of our invited guests are muggles, our neighbors, but they know about our magic, they have for almost twenty years."

"Oh, okay."

"So I'm guessing one or both of your parents were muggles then?"

"Both. I'm a muggleborn."

"Ah, my wife is as well, and don't tell her I said so, but she's far more gifted at magic then I." He said with a laugh.

I thought it rather sweet that Mr. Lupin was trying, in a roundabout way, to let me know that my blood-status wasn't important to him. I spent the next half an hour filling party bags and decorating the sitting room while Remus baked with his mother; somehow I felt I get the better end of the deal. Mr. Lupin and I both ignored the swear words that were ruminating from the kitchen.

RPOV

I hate cooking with my mother. No, hate is not a strong enough word, more like detest, loathe, abhor, disgust. She expects every little detail to be perfect.

"No Remus, you are putting too much frosting on the cupcake, do it over, dear." I gently put the cupcake in my hand down on the counter, then licking the blue frosting from my fingers.

"Mum, I'm done helping." I said plainly then leaving the kitchen. I had done nothing to her satisfaction since I started assisting her, and my frustration was close to turning into anger, I wasn't about to let that happen.

Making my way out into the front room, I found Hermione and my father filling party bags. "Want some help?" I offered sitting down next to my girlfriend on the sofa.

"Had enough baking have you?" She laughed as she asked me.

"The moment I started actually." Both she and my dad gave a slight chuckle.

"That woman is a perfectionist." My father said. "She's never satisfied…actually I shouldn't say that, she's never satisfied outside of the bedroom."

"Dad!" I could not believe he had just said that, and in front of Hermione. She was biting her bottom lip and I could tell she was trying not to laugh.

"You know, I think I'll go help your mother." Hermione rose from the couch and headed into the kitchen.

The fact that she offered to help my mother bake went to show me how desperate she was to avoid hearing my father talk about sex. Not that I blame her, I would have left to, but where would I go, not back to hell's kitchen, that's for sure.

"Dad, please don't bring up that subject again in front of Hermione." I said taking over Hermione's job of filling silver bags with small wizarding prizes and treats.

"Oh come on son, it's not as if you two haven't been intimate. I see the way you look at her, plus don't think I didn't realize what we interrupted yesterday. You think placing a book on your lap is a new technique."

I was pretty sure my face was completely red at that point, though I don't know why, he's just telling the truth. Perhaps it's because it's coming out of his mouth, my father, discussing his and my sex life, it's just….wrong.

"Can we talk about something else please." I thought a change of subject would be best.

"Oh course, but so you know I'm happy for you Remus. You have a beautiful girl, who obviously loves you, and I think that's great. Besides, the more serious you two are, the sooner I get to become a grandfather".

I chuckled at his eagerness to have grandchildren and in truth I didn't at all mind the idea of having children with Hermione, though I don't know if it's possible, my kind don't normally breed.

HPOV

As much as I did not want to bake with Mrs. Lupin, I would rather deal with her issues of expected perfection, than listen to Mr. Lupin talk about sex.

"That's perfect Hermione." Mrs. Lupin complemented my ability to frost a cupcake. "Perhaps you can give Remus lessons." She joked. I laughed.

"It's really not that difficult. I think Remus tries to over think simple things and just ends up mucking then up." I stated this honestly, and with no intention of trying to demean his cup caking frosting or any of his other skills. "In truth, I can sometimes be the same way." I felt I needed to add that last part.

She gave a slight laugh before putting down the can of frosting in her hand and turning to face me. "I must say, Hermione. I have never seen my son as happy as he is with you. You bring out the best in him." I smiled at the complement.

"Thank you."

"No, dear, it is I who should be thanking you," and then, she hugged me.

We spend another half an hour baking before heading back into the front room where Remus and Mr. Lupin were sitting on the sofa chatting.

"You girls done?" Mr. Lupin asked.

"We are, I tell you Hermione is an excellent cupcake froster."

Remus looked almost bitterly up at me. "Jealous?" I asked him.

"No, but I thought you said you hated cooking."

"I do, but putting frosting on a cupcake doesn't require a whole lot of skill." He scowl instantly made me regret saying that. "Sorry I didn't mean-

"It's okay Hermione." He smiled, though it wasn't one of his normal sweet, lovable smiles, but had a bit of, dare I say it, evil in it. "I'm sure my mother would love to have such a capable helper, such as you, in the kitchen. In fact, I think we should make it a point to come over more often for meals, I'm sure she would just love to give you cooking lessons."

Low blow.

I looked over at Mrs. Lupin, who looked indeed excited about the idea. "We will talk about this later." I said so only he could hear.

RPOV

I didn't like that look. I had a feeling I was going to suffer though a lecture in the near future. We all chatted for about another hour before heading upstairs to get dressed.

I put on a pair of khaki pants, a blue shirt and a sweater vest. I thought I looked nice.

"Remus, no." She said quickly pulling off the vest.

"What."

"It makes you look old."

"I am old."

She just laughed. I love her laugh. "You are not old, you are only thirty nine, now, take off that shirt, I'll find you something better."

Merlin, she was starting to sound like my mother. "Hermione, I am perfectly capable of dressing myself."

"If you were, you wouldn't have put on that grandfather vest." She then went over to my closet and began to look through it. "Ah, yes, this will work." She pulled out a blue and white striped polo shirt. "Put this on."

"Fine." I grumbled, but complied.

"See, isn't that better." Looking in the mirror I had to agree.

"Yes, I suppose it is." She smiled and kissed my cheek before heading over to her own suitcase.

She pulled out a long, floor length, lavender dress, quickly performing an ironing charm on it. She also took out a set of new underclothes. They were lacy, black, and very sexy. She began to pull off her clothes, I just had to assist.

"Allow me." I grinned seductively as I reach around her back unclasping her bra.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"You're welcome." I whispered back, moving my hands towards her breasts. She closed her eyes as I began to play with her nipples.

"Remus, we have to get ready." I did not answer but moved my mouth towards her breasts, and just as my lips were about to brush against her supple skin….

"Hermione, Remus, hurry, guests are arriving."

"Damn! Why is she always doing that!" I growled, Hermione laughed. "Later." She said kissing my cheek, then going back to dressing.

Fifteen minutes later we were both ready to head down stairs. Merlin, she looked beautiful. Her dress, brought out her exquisite form perfectly, and she wore her hair down in lose curls. She had on a pair of diamond earrings and the necklace I gave her for Christmas. I felt so inadequate next to her. As we descended the stairs I could hear the music playing, and guest chatting in the front room.

HPOV

There was about fifteen or so people in the sitting room chatting amongst each other. I noticed his parents off by the kitchen door talking to a woman about Remus age, he noticed to.

"I take it you know her." He nodded.

"That would be Jenny."

"Ah." I gave a slight chuckle. "The first kiss. Well, I must meet her then."

"Hermione, I-I don't think-

But I did not let him finish, instead I took him by the hand and we headed over to his old childhood friend.

"Remus," she noticed him instantly quickly wrapping her arms around him. I wasn't expecting that, nor did I like it. I did my best not to show my…..annoyance, and maintained a smile.

"It's been too long." She said finally releasing her grip from my boyfriend.

"Yes, it has, um Jenny I would like you to meet my girlfriend Hermione." He quickly introduced me.

She looked skeptically at me. I could tell she was sizing me up. "Well aren't you…..young."

"Well, not too young, obviously." I came back. Yes, that was good. Looking over at Remus I could see the apprehension in his face, his parents on the other hand looked like they were about to burst out laughing.

Jenny turned her attention back to Remus and began to talk with him as if I wasn't even in the room, which in all honesty was just fine with me. My first impression of the woman was not a pleasant one. Instead I made my way around the room and mingled with the other guests.

RPOV

I had no idea Jenny would be there. Her parents were scheduled to come, but not her, and I did notice them over by the punch bowl, talking my my Uncle Sam.

"I thought you were living in Madrid." I questioned her.

"I am, I'm just home for the holidays."

"Oh, I see. So how is life in Spain?"

"Just fine. My divorce was finalized just a few months ago, so I can finally move on with my life."

She then gave me a look that made me very uneasy. A look I knew all too well. I didn't tell Hermione, but Jenny and I shared more than a first kiss. We dated, for a about a year, just after I graduated Hogwarts. She was the first girl I was intimate with, and by the way she was looking at me, I had a feeling she desired to take a trip down memory lane.

"Remus," She said placing her hand on my shoulder and then running in down the length of my arm, finally taking my hand. "Would you like to go for a walk?"

"Um, I-I don't know if that's such a good idea." I then began to scan the room for Hermione.

"Oh she'll be fine. Come one." And then, before I could protest further, she grabbed my hand and pulled me out towards the back garden.

"Jenny I really don't think this app-

My words were cut short with the force of her mouth against mine. I instantly pulled away. "Jenny, no. I have a girlfriend."

"That little girl. She could be your daughter Remus."

"Believe me, Hermione, is no little girl."

"Come on Remus, she's barely legal. I on the other hand," She said rubbing her hand down my chest, "am a very mature and experienced woman, but you know that don't you."

I took a step back. "That was a long time ago Jenny. I have Hermione in my life now, and it's going to stay that way."

"You sure about that? Are you sure she not just using you for more admirable qualities." She said looking down towards my belt.

"Jenny, please stop this. I love her and she loves me, she's my mate, my perfect mate."

"Hum. So I take it she knows about your furry little problem."

"I do," I turned to see my love standing just a few feet from me. "and I have no problem with it". She then swooped her way over to my old girlfriend, just inches from her face. "Now I suggest you get away from my boyfriend, your little tart, before I turn you into the snake you are."

Jenny said nothing, but simply huffed back into the house.

"I'm sorry Hermione". I apologized. "I didn't know she would….do that."

She gave a small nod before wrapping her arms around me. "So you and she dated?" She asked, now looking me directly in the eyes.

"Yes, a long time ago."

"Hum. You don't really think I'm using you for your more admirable qualities, do you?" She asked, an obvious smirk on her lips.

"No, but you are always welcome to."

She laughed. "Perhaps next year." She then kissed me on the nose, took my hand and headed back into the house.

The evening went by rather quickly, and before long the clock struck midnight. We danced as confetti magically fell from the ceiling, onto our heads and shoulders. "I love you." I whispered into her ear.

"I love you too Remus."

HPOV

A half an hour later the final guest left, and although it was close to one in the morning, I didn't feel at all tired.

"Remus."

"Yes." I then leaned into his ear and whispered something, something which instantly formed a wide smile on his lips.

"You don't have to ask me twice." Was all he said as I pulled him up the stairs, where I planned on using him for his more admirable qualities.

As soon as we entered his room we began to pull off each other clothes. I quickly put up a silencing charm, and Remus preformed a contraceptive spell on me. He climbed onto the bed first, I then practically jumped on top of him. I kissed him passionately before whispering. "Ravage me."

And he did, happily.

The following morning I woke to find my lover missing. I assumed he was in the bathroom, or had already gone down stairs for breakfast. I quickly got dressed and headed down stairs. I was right, Remus was at the table eating breakfast with his parents, oddly, and all three of them look rather bothered.

"Is something wrong?" I asked kissing Remus on the cheek, before sitting down beside him.

"Hermione." He said softly.

The way he was looking at me…..it was as if someone died. Oh Merlin, what if someone did die?

"What is it, what's wrong?"

Slowly Remus slid the Daily Prophet to me. My mouth dropped as I read the headline: HOGWARTS TEACHER TO BE DISMISSED FOR DATING STUDENT

"Shit!"

A/N: I know, a bit of a cliffhanger. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I enjoyed writing it. I should have the next on up in a week or two.