Chapter 8: Joining And Scheming

A/N: I'm not really good at writing smut, so please be kind. The rest of the story will be good. Also I would like to thank my reviewers draculasbride2008, kakashisninjadogs, and GurlOfTheNight for your wonderful reviews. Also I'm not going to be posting anything until tomorrow night.

Hermione walked slowly back to her cottage, her mind going over what would happen when she got home. She knew that Remus would have gotten word of what the Ministry wanted and knew that this would be going against everything that he believed in. God, it went against everything she believed in. She tried to shut out what he might say and focus on getting home.

When she finally got home she noticed that Remus wasn't in a happy mood. The smoking remains of the Wolfbane Potion could clearly be seen. Hermione put the food down and waited.

"I got a message from the Ministry," he told her. "They want us to 'do it' tonight so that they can focus on other things."

Hermione didn't say anything.

"Hermione, didn't you hear me."

Hermione sighed and turned around.

"Yes, I did," Hermione said. "And I know that you hate this idea as much as I do. But I don't want to be handed over to a Death Eater. I don't want to be rapped, killed, or god knows what else, so I guess were just going to have to grin and bear it."

Remus muttered something that Hermione couldn't hear.

"Remus, don't you care about my safety?" she asked.

"Yes, I do, but-."

"But, what," Hermione asked. "Is it the fact that I'm to ugly for you that you don't want to sleep with me."

Remus stared at her.

"Hermione, you're not ugly," he said. "You're very pretty and anyone would be a fool not to know what they have. I'm just not in the mood for this."

Hermione knew he would say that and she produced the potion.

"Ginny made something for us," she told him, showing him the bottle. "She said anything stronger and it wouldn't be good for us."

"Hermione, I-."

"I'm going to bed," Hermione said, cutting him off. "I guess some Death Eater is going to get me in the end. It was nice knowing you."

"Hermione," Remus said.

"What!" Hermione snapped.

"I'll take the potion," Remus said.

Hermione turned to him.

"You will."

Remus nodded.

"Oh thank you so much," Hermione said. "I was so worried about what would happen tomorrow."

"So how does this potion work?" Remus said coldly.

Hermione ignored him.

"Well according to Ginny the potion will take effect at once and last for an hour," Hermione said. "And according to the directions where to take one spoonful, no more, no less."

Remus walked over to the spoons that were in a small box and taking two out he walked back and watched as Hermione uncorked the bottle. She poured an exact amount in the first spoon and handing it to Remus she added another dose to the second spoon.

"Here we go," Hermione said.

She held her nose and swallowed the potion. It tasted like rotten eggs and made her feel like she was about to vomit. Then the sick feeling disappeared and sheer fire coursed through her. It made her knees weak and her heart race. She wanted nothing more then kiss her husband.

But Remus beat her to it. He crushed his mouth against hers, forcing her mouth open and dipping his tongue in to have a taste of hers. Hermione moaned in his mouth and he answered her back. He lifted her up and taking them to their bedroom, he laid her gently on the bed.

Hermione worked on her clothes, the buttons making her curse as they gave her problems. She could hear him cursing as well and so she took her wand out and waving it, their clothes disappeared and folded neatly on a chair that was next to the bed. He racked his hands down her body, making Hermione arch and moan in response. Hermione had never felt anything like this before and the sensations that he was making her feel was making thinking impossible. All that mattered was what Remus was making her experience.

He nipped and licked all down her body making her nerve endings go crazy. Hermione felt the urge to touch him and racking her nails down his back he moaned in response.

"Oh god," Hermione moaned, as he came in full contact with her body.

That simple contact amazed Hermione. It made her greedy for more and the need to feel him inside her, to complete the union and to cool her desire off. She grabbed his face and crushed his lips against hers, moving her hips in desperate need to slack the fire that was building between her legs. Remus pushed her legs apart and settled between her legs. She wrapped her legs around her, panting heavily.

"In…now," Hermione panted, sweat pouring down her face.

Remus pushed in and Hermione cried out when her hymen was broken. He stopped, allowing the pain to recede. Once the pain stopped the pleasure started and he moved inside her. She moved with him, matching his thrusts with her own. She then felt an incredible tightness start in the pit of her stomach as he withdrew and reentered.

Hermione hung onto Remus's shoulders as the tightness became almost unbearable. Suddenly she screamed as her orgasm hit her, making her spasm and feeling as though she was being flung out of her body. When it receded she felt a boneless sensation fill her, which left her gasping for breath. Remus soon followed.

"Oh god," Hermione whispered, not understanding what she had experienced. "Remus, that was….Remus."

She looked down and to her horror he had fallen asleep.

"Men," Hermione huffed.

"So how is my husband doing?" Ginny asked.

"He'll live," Madam Pomfrey said. "Look, Mrs. Snape, I will let you know how he's doing in the morning."

Ginny knew the Matron was trying to get rid of her.

"Last time I checked, Matron, I'm his wife and I've got the right to be near my husband."

Madam Pomfrey was about to protest, but Dumbledore stopped her.

"Ginny does have a point," Dumbledore said. "If she wants to stay here, then that's her right."

The Matron left, muttering something.

Morgana arrived at the Minister of Magic's home, hoping that he wasn't asleep and she could have a nice chat with him. She knew what would happen if she failed at her task for Voldemort. When she knocked on the door a house elf appeared and asked her what her business was.

"I need to speak to the Minister," she told it.

"Very well," the elf said.

It led her down a hall and into a large drawing room where Mr. and Mrs. Fudge were enjoying their evening.

"Madam, how are you tonight?" he asked.

"Well," Morgana said. "I was hoping that I could talk to you in privet."

"Of course, Agatha."

Mrs. Fudge got up and left.

"So what do you need, my dear?"

"I was hoping to snag a Pureblood wizard in accordance with the new law," she said.

Fudge grinned at her.

"And who do you have in mind?"

"Ronald Weasley," Morgana said.

Fudge frowned.

"He's not of age yet," Fudge said.

Morgana smiled wickedly.

"I know he's not, but I want him as my husband," she said. "Unless you wish to lose your support. You will remember that I was the one that told the Ministry of Magic that you needed to continue as Minister. You wouldn't want me to tell them to let you go."

Fudge started to sweat.

"Of course not," Fudge said. "I'll inform Mr. Weasley of your desire to marry him."

"Thank you, Minister."

She turned to leave and he suddenly heard a ripping sound. Fudge turned and saw the Dark Mark against her skin. Morgana had no idea that he had seen it. As soon as she was gone he went to alert Dumbledore.

Note: If anyone wants to know this takes place during Harry and friends sixth year. Next chapter: Everyone meets Professor Hermione Lupin.