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Hermione was able to brave the walk in between classes by the end of the next week. Luckily there wasn't that much homework to catch up on, the teachers being lenient on her, and she was able to skip the catch up readings, having already a firm grasp on the sixth year curriculum.

Remus had completely reversed his behavior of the first few weeks since the full moon. His was extremely reluctant to leave her side so much so that it was almost an argument every time Hermione had to go to the bathroom.

"But what if you slip and fall?" He would argue persistently.

"Then you will hear the bang accompanied by my cry of help. At such time you have my full permission to rush in, wand blazing and a brigade of teachers at your heels."

Remus would huff at her making light of the situation. "At least let me come in and help you remove your skirt."

As embarrassing as it was to admit, even to herself, sometimes it would indeed come to Hermione making this concession so that she was able to use the toilet.

At one point she had tried to hold out on bathroom visits until he had tucked her into bed at night, rushing out of the room as soon as he had left to relieve herself. Unfortunately he had discovered this tactic on only her second attempt and had not been too pleased about her deception.

The worst bit about her new disablement, however, was not his persistence in removing her underwear but his diligent restraint from doing anything else once said garment was removed. Even when he bathed her - oh yes he bathed her too! - his hands would not linger on her breasts, moving as softly and gently with the sponge over them as he did with her elbows.

Not even studying for the approaching exams, usually an effective distraction for her active mind, could dampen her increasing frustration after close to two weeks of this treatment.

"Remus!" she whined as she stood naked in the middle of the prefect bathroom, her hair dripping wet as he toweled her dry.

He ignored her whimpers as he moved the towel from one leg to the other sweeping soft circles over her skin. This behavior of hers was nothing knew to him.

Kneeling before her, she couldn't help but think how close he was to her heated centre and she closed her eyes as she imagined him closing the small gap, his tongue flicking out to...

She groaned out loud.

"This is Ridiculous!" she moaned.

Before he could even comprehend what was happening she had pushed him backwards so that he was lying with his back to the cool tiles of the floor.

She moved over him, her left knee pressing on his stomach and her small hands pushing down his shoulders as she twisted her injured thigh so it was lifted slightly away from them and the scars were visible to him.

His eyes immediately attached to the vivid red marks. Her skin was such perfect porcelain in between each angry wound that they looked almost unreal. He found himself unable to look away but she didn't seem to mind.

"Yes," she purred in his ear. "Look at them."

He turned slightly hurt eyes to meet hers.

"No. I don't mind them." She continued, "But I would like them a lot better if I got the benefits I'm entitled to get with them."

His eyes hardened as he caught on to her train of thought.

"No." He stated firmly.

"Why not Remus?" The childish whine was returning to her voice but her arms remained locked firm onto his shoulders. "I don't understand. You said you're meant to crave me!"

She breathed heavily as she looked down upon him.

"I certainly crave you."

"Enough Hermione," he tried to push her gently off of him, too scared to use actual force in case she would fall onto her leg. "It isn't ridiculous, it's common sense. You're in constant pain. You hide it around me - I know you do," he cut her off when she looked ready to rebuke. "I've seen you as you wake up, before I come into your dorm room. I'm surprised you sleep at all in that kind of pain, let alone are able to walk between your classes."

Hermione remembered when he had insisted that he carry her around the castle. Although appreciative of his thoughtfulness she out right refused to be carried around like a rag doll for the rest of her life. Another argument had ensued and Hermione really didn't want to revisit that again. But it didn't matter, because he was wrong and she told him just that.

"I'm not wrong - I've seen it!"

"Yes, you have - but only it's not what you think."

Remus' eyes narrowed ready to doubt and excuse she was ready to spew.

"I am in pain," she conceded. "But it really only hurts at night. Now, I know you don't believe me, but I've been thinking about it for a while and I think I've solved it."

Remus was obviously suspicious of Hermione's story but remained silent thus allowing her to continue.

"Well, it's you really. When you - when you touch me - I mean just holding my hand, or even standing close to me - the pain, well it just ... it's hard to describe but it seems to 'melt' away I guess.

"When you sit away from me during class, it comes back a little, not really painful but uncomfortable. And it makes sense that it's worse at night because that's the only time you're not with me.

"Right now," she spread her fingers out on his shoulders to emphasize her point. "I wouldn't even be able to tell you which leg it is. It doesn't hurt at all."

"You're being honest?" Remus skepticism was visibly disappearing,

"Of course I am. I've never lied to you."

"Good."

And before she could give voice to any other argument he was gone from underneath her, flipping them over and rolling her over so that she was resting on her hands and knees as he leaned over her back.

She barely registered his hot organ pressing against her flushed skin (Where had he been hiding that She certainly hadn't felt that in the bath tub) before he had pulled back and with a brutal thrust sanctioned himself inside her quivering body.

She was already wet and ready for him, his attentions in the bathtub provoking her body into needy arousal.

He didn't stop to wait for her to adjust and she didn't complain. His thrusts were forceful and unrelenting and she was soon pushed to the very edge of oblivion. Her body trembled around his as he continued his assault to her willing flesh. He outlasted her orgasm and to her astonishment it wasn't long after until the building sensation started again in her own body.

"Remus!" she pleaded. His hands were holding her firmly to his body. One hand wrapped around her waist and the other cupping her breast. His hold was not gentle but secure. The hand around her breast squeezed tightly, almost painfully as he buried his head into her neck.

His breath was hot and heavy against her skin. Their bodies pulled flush against each other but for the pounding of their lower halves. Every time he pushed forwards she could feel the front of his thighs hitting the back of hers and occasionally the slap of his balls would reach to tickle her flesh.

"Remus!" she screamed louder this time.

His teeth responded to her call, brushing lightly over the skin of her shoulder. For a moment she was sure he would sink them into her there but before she had finished the thought he had pulled back, his head rearing back as his fingers tightened over her breast and releasing his seed into her womb.

Her thighs trembled as she was thrown over once again by the warm liquid hitting her inner walls.

"Thank - Thank you," Remus' breath was hard and showing exhaustion as he lowered her gently onto her towel before letting himself fall inelegantly to the ground next to her.

"Thank you sir," Hermione teased.

"Are you alright?" he asked, turning his head to face her with some effort.

"More than," she smiled back.

"But if your still up to that carrying thing. I wouldn't be so adverse right now."

He laughed. The sound was pure pleasure to her ears.

"Maybe in a minute."

She shuffled over closer to him wrapping her body around his side, her leg hooked over his.

"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."