(*poke* Hey. I'm Remus and you're Hermione. I LOVE YOU! *snickers* So anyway, this chapter is NOT work/school safe. Rated MA.)
Chapter 9
Hermione had already slammed her hand on the alarm clock three times this morning and was having an extremely difficult time waking up. On the fourth snooze, she finally jerked herself out of bed and padded down the corridor.
Birds were chirping outside, signifying the start of spring. Hermione was welcome to the idea of a warmer season seeing as she detested snow. She rubbed her eyes and gave a long yawn before shoving the bathroom door open and slipping inside.
The steamy, flourescent scented water beckoned Hermione forward. Lily was already in the shower, scrubbing her fiery locks with her custom Lavender shampoo. Hermione rounded the corner and stripped down before walking into the locker room style shower with Lily.
"G'morning," Lily's voice was melodic. Morning people made Hermione sick. She rolled her eyes and started another shower head, allowing the hot water to flow over her sleepy form.
"Morning," she grunted in reply, noting how much curvier Lily was than herself. She blushed softly and turned toward the shower head to wash her face.
Lily smiled warmly, "I'm glad you made up with Remus."
"Mhhm," Hermione nodded, trying to convey that she didn't really want to converse at 8:30 in the morning.
Lily didn't catch the hint, "Do you know where you're going to stay this summer? School's out in a month," she rinsed out her hair and added conditioner.
"Haven't the foggiest," Hermione answered simply as she scrubbed herself with a loofa.
"Hmm," Lily sighed as she rinsed once more and shut off her shower head, "You could always stay with me."
Hermione perked up at this, eyes meeting Lily, "Really?"
"Yes! I could see if Remus could stay too," she smiled and wrapped a towel around herself.
"I'd like that. A lot," Hermione admitted with a wide grin, suddenly wide awake. She finished showering and grabbed her favorite plush, pink towel.
"I would think so," Lily giggled and performed a quick drying and straightening charm on her hair and then Hermione's.
"Thanks," Hermione smiled warmly and examined her hip-length, straight, golden locks.
"I love your hair," Lily dressed quickly and brushed her teeth with vigor before exiting the bathroom.
Hermione giggled and dressed, brushing her own teeth and pulling her hair up in a high ponytail. She examined it, reddening. No one had ever complimented her on her hair before.
By the time dinner arrived, Hermione was tired, irritated, and bored out of her mind. She made her way toward the Gryffindor common room with a frown plastered on her face. She was more than ready to collapse into bed and pass out for the night.
Remus caught sight of her clamboring in through the portrait hole and hopped up from his seat, meeting her halfway, "Hello," he smiled warmly and placed a kiss on her lips.
"Hi," she smiled in return and laced her arms around his waist.
"Bad day?"
"Mhhhhhhmmmmm," she groaned, burying her face in his chest.
"Would you like to spend the night with me?" He inquired hopefully.
Hermione grinned and looked up to meet his eyes, "I'd love that."
The two headed up the stairs and changed into pajamas before tucking into bed. They were currently the only two in the boys' dorms seeing as it was only nine o'clock.
Remus pulled her to his chest as she tucked her rear into him. The warmth made her feel relaxed and happier than she had been all day long. The two snuggled together for quite a long time before Remus broke the silence.
"It's my birthday today," he mumbled.
Hermione gasped and turned her head to face him, "You didn't tell anyone! Happy birthday!" She kissed his cheek.
"Thanks, I guess," he grumbled.
"So you're fifteen?" She inquired with a smile.
"Sixteen."
"But we're in fourth year," Hermione wiggled around so she was on her stomach, positioned up on her elbows.
"I started a year late," he confessed with an awkward smile, "Werewolf."
"Oh," she frowned and averted her eyes to the pillows, "So you had injuries?"
"Yes," he nodded and pulled up his shirt, revealing a long scar from his navel to his right nipple. Hermione gasped once more and clapped a hand over her mouth.
"That's awful!" She squeaked.
"It really wasn't all that bad," he shrugged and pulled his shirt back down.
Hermione caught his hand and raised the cloth back up, running her index finger slowly and gently over the old scar. She followed it down his chest and belly, stopping right under his navel. She heard him hiss in what she assumed was pain, and she jerked her hand away as if he'd burned her.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, eyes wide with regret.
"No," Remus laughed awkwardly, "It felt good."
Hermione furrowed her brow for a moment before realization flooded her features, "Oh."
The two sat in silence for a few moments, each staring at the other until Remus leaned up and met her lips. The electricity there shocked Hermione. With every flick of his tongue, and every soft moan or breath, she could feel heat between her legs.
After what seemed like an hour they surfaced for air, both breathing heavily, eyes lazy with desire. Remus ran his hand slowly up her back, delving between her shoulder blades and up into her golden mane. He grabbed a fistful of hair and gently pulled back, exposing her alabaster neck.
Hermione moaned softly as he trailed kisses from her collar bone to her jaw, not missing an inch. She wiggled into him, finding the hard mass she sought. Her fingers wrapped around it through his pajama pants and boxers, rubbing the thickening length slowly.
Remus groaned and growled into her neck, biting gently at the place he'd been kissing. She gave a pleasurable squeak and freed him from his confines, the seven inch member throbbing now bare in her hand.
He worked at her bra, loosening it enough so that he could jerk it off, his hands slipping underneath to knead her young flesh. She moaned out his name and blushed considerably before jerking the curtains to his bed closed and muttering a silencing charm.
Before either had time to think, they lie nude on his bed, tangled up in each other. Her heart thudded hard in her chest, ready to give all she had to Remus. He slid on top of her, parting her thighs so the head of his manhood grazed her core. Fire erupted from Hermione, making her writhe beneath him, these sensations so foreign and intense to her virgin body.
She chewed her lower lip innocently as he slid a finger inside of her, pushing it in and out ever so slowly. She groaned and let her head fall back, body arching into him. Her hips bucked against his hand until he brought her to a quaking puddle, her orgasm crashing over her in strong, pleasurable waves.
Once she'd calmed, he positioned himself at her entrance, eyes never leaving hers, "Are you sure?"
Hermione nodded quickly, knowing this would be painful, yet she wanted him so desperately. She guided him inside her with a wince, her hips retracting instinctively to the foreign object slowly pushing its way deeper and deeper into her body.
He pushed further until he felt that tale-tell pop, telling him that she had indeed been a virgin. He groaned at her tightness, his fists now balled up in the sheets.
The two began to move together, slowly at first, then quickening the pace after she'd gotten used to him. Each thrust sent a wave of pain and pleasure into Hermione, the base of him worrying her clitoris with every meeting of their hips.
She felt that same sensation washing over her, the ringing in her ears loudening until she convulsed in pleasure, bringing him into orgasm with her. He emptied himself deep inside of her, and both lie panting and sweating, side by side.
The silence in the room was deafening, bringing Hermione to finally speak, "I love you."
"I love you too," Remus smiled and nuzzled her, leaving a soft kiss on her forehead.
BBBB
The next month flew by, and the Gryffindor common room began to fill with enthusiasm for summer break. Hermione was currently wasting away, barely remembering to eat and sleep due to her manic studying. No matter what anyone told her, nor what she knew herself, she was simply certain she was going to bomb the finals.
Remus climbed the stairs to bring her a sandwich (turkey and cheese, her favorite) along with a Pepsi, which he'd had the most difficult time locating. Sodas weren't typically allowed in the castle. He located her perched at the head of her bed, cramming for the Transfiguration test that afternoon.
"Perhaps you should nap," he set the sandwich and soda next to her on the bedside table.
"No."
He growled, "Please?"
"No."
Remus glared at her and took a seat at the end of her bed, studying her, "Nap. If only for two hours, it will do you well."
"I can't."
Now he was beginning to get irritated, "Hermione, you know more about magic than the entire school combined. I really don't think you need to study this hard."
Hermione turned to look at him, the bags under her eyes nearly frightening, "Listen. This is the way I study. If you don't like it then bugger off."
Remus snarled, "Fine."
He stood and started out the door.
"Remus I'm sorry," Hermione groaned, hopping off the bed. She caught him by the arm and turned him to face her.
"It's okay," he sighed and petted the curls out of her face.
"I promise I'll take a nap," she smiled warmly, brightening up her unkempt look. Remus returned the smile and nodded before leaving her to her work.
BBBB
"And Hermione is the only one with perfect scores," Sirius grumbled, slapping his less-than-satisfactory scores down on the table.
"I studied-"
"We know!" The group of Gryffindors said in unison, all examining their own papers with frowning faces. Remus was the only other of the group that had good scores. Lily's were fair and Sirius' and James' were poor.
Hermione blushed at being yelled at and buried her nose in her book. Lily stood from the table and gave James a kiss before vanishing out of the Great Hall. Hermione watched her depart and silently wondered where she was going. Dinner was to be served in a few moments.
She finally closed up her book and stared at the oak underneath her hands. Remus slipped his long fingers under the table to squeeze her thigh, sending shivers down her spine. She smirked up at him and blushed. They hadn't repeated their sexual escapade, worried about being found out, but vowed they'd continue once they had more privacy.
Hermione found herself more and more comfortable around Remus, and most definitely in love with him.
"Miss Evans," Hermione turned her head up to the man behind her, "are you leaving the castle for the summer?" Professor Dumbledore smiled warmly.
"I have the option of staying?" Hermione grinned.
"Yes, of course. You can sign the list up at the Head Table if you'd like-"
Hermione didn't even give him time to finish. She leapt from the table and jogged up to the front of the Great Hall, snatching the "stay-list" from the Head Table. She scribbled her name and Remus' at the very top and giggled with glee before taking the steps two at a time back to Remus.
"I have a place for us to stay this summer," Hermione murmured to Remus.
"Where?"
"Here!"
(Please review!)