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Sirius was adamant that there was a homework conspiracy between the Professors and, although Lily reminded him that it was getting close to the end of year exams, Hermione had to agree that the mass amount of homework that they had been given over the following three weeks had made an astounding collection.

Although, she also considered, it could have been only the fact that she now had something other than study to occupy her days that had made the work seem so frustrating in it's ability to be infuriatingly time consuming.

Nevertheless, it had been consequently close to almost exactly four weeks since she had spent 'quality' time alone with Remus and the appreciation showed on both their faces when they went to hand in the last in a long line of essays one late Thursday afternoon.

Remus sighed in relief as his hand slipped comfortably into hers, making their way leisurely back to the Gryffindor common room from handing in their Arthimancy assignment.

"Feels good doesn't it?" Hermione asked swinging his hand a little with hers.

"Mhm," he agreed. "But I know something even better."

Hermione giggled as he tugged her across the empty hallway pulling her into the window alcove so they would not be seen by those looking down the hall and planted his mouth firmly upon hers.

"Mmm ... much better," she murmured against his lips.

He pulled away so he could look at her properly, his hand cradling her jaw as his thumb caressed her cheek affectionately.

"I love your laugh," he admitted.

Hermione couldn't help but smile at his heated gaze and sincere words.

"I love your kisses," she returned, leaning up on the tips of her toes to receive another.

He obliged her enthusiastically, tongues sweeping across each other fluently.

"Delicious," she licked her lips as the kiss ended and she pulled away.

Remus' eyes glazed over and his hands claimed her backside.

"Quidditch practice tonight," he informed her neck as he nuzzled the curls that fell over her shoulder.

She giggled again as his nose tickled her and he responded by giving a playful bite to her neck.

"But where will Peter be?" She asked practically as he lapped the small teeth from the bite with his tongue.

Small shivers flew up and down her spine settling in the pool that was being created between her legs and she completely missed his answer.

"Ah ... pardon?" she tried again.

He chuckled and pulled away from her neck to face her.

"Distracted?" He asked with an infuriatingly cute smirk that she just wanted to bite off his lips.

"I said - he has chess practice."

"Ah. So?"

"After dinner?" He suggested.

"Right. After dinner."

"Argh," Hermione yelled in frustration throwing another item of clothing onto the fast growing pile upon her bed.

"Lily! Help me, please!"

"Calm down, My," Lily chastised walking in from the bathroom applying her lip gloss to complete her perfect ensemble. "Oh my god, what are you doing?" she asked shocked at the mess created being created by her usually pedantic room mate.

Hermione half sobbed, falling onto the pile of clothes. "I don't know," she admitted defeated.

"Calm down," Lily soothed her friend wading through the mess to reach her.

"Now, tell me what's wrong," she implored wrapping her arms around the shoulders of her friend.

"I don't know what to do. What do I do?" she wailed brandishing a purple top still clasped in her hand.

"We are talking about Remus?" Lily questioned carefully.

"Yes," Hermione cried, her head falling into her hands as Lily stroked her back.

"I don't - I don't - I don't know what to wear! I don't what to do! I'm scared!"

"Hermione if Remus' is pressuring you -" Lily started sternly but Hermione was quick to cut her off.

"No! No, it's nothing like that."

"But then ... I mean - you have - I mean this isn't the first time you two have ..."

Hermione's face reddened to match Lily's hair.

"Yes, but -"

Hermione sighed despairingly. "We've only once. And well ... it wasn't exactly planned. But this time ... and I just don't know what to do!" she finished meekly, another sob wracking her small frame.

Lily waited for Hermione to calm down a bit, patting her back soothingly. It seemed to help and after a few minutes Hermione was at least breathing evenly again.

"I mean - I don't know what I am supposed to do? He said to meet him after dinner. Am I just meant to wait for him naked on his bed?"

Lily couldn't help but laugh at Hermione's dramatics.

"Well I'm sure he wouldn't be complaining if you did."

Hermione scowled at Lily's contribution which only increased the other girl's mirth.

"But it's not like -" Lily sobered as she pondered her friend.

"You weren't a virgin before Remus where you?"

Hermione's shoulders tensed, annoyed at the disbelief in Lily's voice, but nodded to the question.

"Oh I'm sorry!" Lilly pleaded apologetically. "I didn't mean it like that, it's just that - well you're so comfortable around guys and well ... I'm sorry!"

Hermione could tell that she meant it, and it was true that she was generally friendlier with males than females. Lily and Emily had been her first real exceptions to that.

"It's okay," Hermione allowed really needing the help of her friend. "But what do I do?"

"Okay, let's see..." Lily took Hermione's hand, pulling her from the bed and surveying the ruin around them.

Two minutes after Remus had entered his dormitory Hermione realized she needn't have worried so much. Even if she didn't know what she was doing Remus definitely did and she wondered if he had even noticed the black lacy slip that she had worn as he pushed it up and over, exposing her naked body and laying her upon her back as he devoured her body with his hands and mouth.

She had also worn a matching lacy g-string but she was lost as to where that had went as Remus wasted no time, attaching his mouth to her soaking folds, sucking them into his mouth and his tongue teasing her entrance in large swirls.

Her back arched off the bed as his hands held her hips firmly in place.

Hermione moaned in pleasure, the feelings much more intense than she had remembered.

She knew that it couldn't have felt this good the first time because wrapped up in the pleasure of his torturous tongue she knew that if she had the choice she would never make herself wait three weeks for this again!

His nose rubbed against her clitoris and her breath caught as her back stiffened ... she was so close!

And then ... nothing.

She opened her eyes vaguely wondering when she had shut them.

Remus had crawled up her body and was positioned above her on all fours but somehow not touching her at all.

His eyes locked with hers and thoughts of chastising him vanished as she became lost in his heated gaze.

"Touch me," he begged his voice low and full of something Hermione found completely indescribable.

Hermione rose a shaky hand and trailed it from the back of his shoulders slowly down to the low dip of his back, her other hand trailed nervously down to his upper thigh and, even more slowly, moved towards his swollen appendage.

Her small hand closed lightly around the base of his velvety shaft feeling him for the first time.

His arms propped onto the mattress by her shoulders shook as she moved her hand to the tip and she looked at him worriedly as his arms looked about ready to give way.

Not wanting to risk the chance of crushing her Remus fell to his side turning her to face him likewise.

Hermione's hands stayed upon him the entire time and now she moved the hand that had been caressing the top of his buttocks around to join her other.

With light fingers her hands moved through his coarse blond hairs, a finger trailing over his sac as her other explored the length of his shaft wondering if it had really fit in her before and if it would again.

Remus growled low in his throat and pulled her hands away.

"Enough," his voice rumbled.

Hermione looked up at him questioningly and just a bit worried but his eyes were hard and set as he picked up her leg pulling it over his thigh and pushing himself fully inside her with a single thrust of his hips.

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise and pleasure. It didn't hurt this time but she could feel him within her, filling her completely, a sensation new but completely welcome.

Her chest was pushed completely into his, her nipples grazing the light hair that adorned his pecks as he withdrew and pushed back into her in a smooth rhythm.

His hand remained behind her knee pulling her closer with every thrust pushing deeper and deeper within her.

His head leaned down to meet hers and their tongues danced in mirror to their bodies.

It wasn't long before the building pressure was returning, intense pleasure coursing through her body as another thrust sent her over the edge and falling into his arms.

Her walls tightening unbearably pulled Remus into his own release and they collapsed together sated holding onto each other tightly.

This time Remus fell asleep first, and Hermione very reluctantly removed herself from his arms, but only to pull the curtains shut and the covers over their naked forms before snuggling back into his side.

She sighed in contentment kissing the away the salty droplets of sweat that had formed on his chest before she closed her eyes and let sleep take her away.