It Happened One Night

CHAPTER 10: Nurse Granger







Hermione stood in her kitchen and checked the contents of a few bags loaded with all the things she thought she might need. Ingredients for a few hearty meals were in one bag and a few changes of clothes, along with first aid supplies and a couple of healing potions were in another. Satisfied that she had everything she needed she locked up her house and made her way through the park and into the woods to where Remus’s small house was situated.







It was early gloaming as she made her way up the small stone path to his door and let herself in. The previous night had been a full moon and she knew he would not be feeling well; he never did after the transformation. She had not seen him in over a week and she missed him terribly.





“Who is it?” A hoarse voice called from the bedroom. Hermione set her things on the kitchen counter and began preparing a tray for him.





“It’s little red riding hood.” She called out, laughing slightly. She put away the groceries she had brought and began to heat up some potato soup she had prepared earlier.





“Come to get eaten by the big bad wolf have you?” Remus leaned wearily against the doorway that opened from the hall into the kitchen. Hermione clucked her tongue and made her way across the kitchen and put her arms around him.





“I decided that since I had nothing better to do with my time I would come and tend to you. I know you don’t feel well for a few days after the full moon.” Remus leaned down and kissed her gently.





“Thank you. Is that food I smell?” He asked, perking up slightly at the thought of being fed.





“Yes, sit down and I’ll feed you.” She said, letting him lean on her as he made his way to the table. “Do you have any injuries this time?” She asked.







“No, I padded the cellar and the wolfsbane potion keeps me pretty lucid. I’m just tired and sore.” He said, running his hand gently over her curls. “You don’t have to do this you know.”





“I know, but I want to. Take this healing potion while I make you some dinner.” She handed him a small vial and set about filling a bowl with the hearty soup and slicing a loaf of fresh bread. She set his meal in front of him along with a large glass of milk and sat across from him.





“Did you make this?” He asked, eating as though he were starving.





“Yes, cooking is a hobby. I have a lot of hobbies.” She laughed, getting up to refill his bowl when he stared into the empty interior with dismay. “I suppose it’s a hobby I’ll have to indulge in more often from the way you are eating.”





“I’m always hungry.” He said, devouring the second bowl of soup in record time. “I’m not sure why, but I never seem to get full.”





“I’m sure it has something to do with the lycanthropy, probably speeds up your metabolism. And right now I think your body needs to replace the energy expunged during the transformation.” She said. “Would you like some desert? I brought some brownies.”





“Yes please!” He smiled at her and she thought he looked almost like a little boy.





“Well, you certainly appear to have regained some of your energy.” She said, setting the plate of chocolate brownies on the table.





“I don’t think anyone has fussed over me after the full moon since I was a boy and my mum used to take care of me after.” He said thoughtfully as he chewed the chocolate brownies.





“Well, I brought clothes for a few days and enough groceries to make you several hearty meals.” She said. “Of course that’s assuming you want me to stay.”





Remus reached for her hand and pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist.





“Of course I want you to stay. I missed you this week.” He said, placing a soft smacking kiss to her shoulder.





“I missed you as well. I couldn’t sleep last night thinking about you here all alone. I remembered how rough it was for you when we were all living in The Order’s Headquarters and I wanted nothing more than to come over.” She said, running her fingers through his silky hair.







“I would prefer that you not come round during the full moon, love. While I take care to make sure I am securely locked in the cellar, you never know when things could go wrong and I would never forgive myself for hurting you.” He said.





“Of all the people in this world, you are the last person I worry about hurting me.” She smiled. “How does a backrub sound?” She asked, kneading his shoulders gently as she sat in his lap.





“Are you an angel?” He asked. “A beautiful woman brings me food and offers a massage, this is surely heaven.”





“Come on wolf boy, lets see what we can do about easing your aches and pains shall we?” Hermione slid from his lap and took his hand, leading him to his bedroom. “Take off your shirt and get on the bed.” She said with a saucy smile.





“Should I refer to you as mistress then?” He asked, tugging the tee shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor.





“Is that what I am?” She asked as he laid face down on his bed. Hermione crawled over him, straddling his hips and sitting on his narrow backside. “Am I your mistress, Remus?” She began to stroke and knead the sore, stiff muscles of his back and shoulders, smiling when he growled softly beneath her touch.





“I don’t like the connotations of that term; it implies that I care for you only as a means to satisfy my sexual needs.” He said, his words muffled slightly by the pillow. “I prefer to think of you as my lover and my friend.” Hermione smiled slightly and pressed her thumbs into his lower back just above his buttocks.





“I like that much better.” She said. “How does that feel?”





“If I didn’t know you were a witch I would think you had magic fingers, but it seems redundant given that you are a witch.” He said.





“Remus, you sweet talker you.” She was laughing when he moved to roll over. She shifted her weight so he could move onto his back while she retained her perch over top of him.





“I’m sorry. I suppose I’m not the most romantic person am I?” He was sliding his hands up and down her thighs where they rested alongside his hips.





“I think you are wonderfully sweet and that romance and all the little lies that come with it are overrated. I like what we have; honesty means far more to me than pretty words.”





“Then I promise to always be honest with you.” He said, sliding his hands beneath her dress to caress her bare skin.





“You don’t need to make promises to me….what are you doing? Surely you aren’t trying to seduce me in your condition.” Hermione shifted slightly when his hands came around to clasp her backside.





“You could do all the work….wait a second, where are your knickers?” He asked, his fingers digging into soft, bare skin.





“I suppose I forgot them….” She said, wiggling her hips over his.







“You seem to be developing a habit of it.” Remus reached between them, stroking her between her thighs with his long, slender fingers.





“You should be resting, not trying to get beneath my skirts.” She said breathlessly.







“Then you should wear your knickers….and it’s too late, I’m already beneath your skirts. Take the dress off….please.” Hermione complied, easily able to tug the stretchy fabric over her head and toss it aside. “Now remove that scrap of lace, it’s blocking my view.” He said smiling when she reached behind her to unclip the bra.





“Better now?” She asked, arching her back and presenting him with an unrestricted view of her nudity.





“Not quite yet, but I will be. Lean down here and give us a kiss.” He chuckled.





“You really are going to make me do all the work aren’t you?”





“You said it yourself, I’m recovering. Take pity on me, please?” He looked pitiful pouting up at her. She couldn’t believe they were laughing and joking while they were in the middle of having sex. With Ron it had always been either serious or so quick there was no time to feel any emotion whatsoever. Certainly they had never shared laughter.





Hermione leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. She adored kissing him. His lips were always so soft and warm and his mustache tickled just slightly. She could feel his hands between them pushing the knit sleep pants out of the way and freeing his erection. His tongue slid into her mouth at the same time that he pressed his shaft inside her slick sheathe.





Hermione sucked on his tongue as she rocked her hips over him slowly. His kiss tasted like the chocolate brownies he had eaten for desert. She braced her hands on the plain wooden headboard and increased the speed and force of her ride. She wrenched her lips from his when he started thrusting up into her.





“Oh gods it feels so good.” She moaned, crying out when he lifted his head from the pillow and sucked a turgid nipple into his mouth. With every soft pull of his lips she could feel an answering tug between her thighs and within seconds she was tumbling headlong into an intense orgasm.





Remus was unable to hold out longer and followed her over into the abyss, thrusting up hard one last time as he pulsed inside her again and again. She collapsed over him, her head tucked into the crook of his neck while he stroked her back.





“I was supposed to take care of you while you recovered, nurse you back to health, and not sexually assault you.” She mumbled against his throat.







“Would it make you feel better to think of it as you playing naughty nurse to my helpless patient?” He asked, chuckling softly.







“How can you joke so easily at times like this?” She asked, kissing the side of his neck as she eased off of him and rolled to his side.





“Why does it have to be so serious? I mean think about it, as good as it feels, as wonderful as it can be, can you think of anything more absurd than the act of sex?” He asked. Hermione thought about it for a moment, remembering back to a time when she had walked in on Draco Malfoy and some random Ravenclaw girl going at it in an abandoned classroom and she had to agree with him and started to laugh.





“Ok, so maybe you have a point there.” She leaned up and looked down at him. “But just so you know, every time with you is amazing, even when you are the poor helpless patient.”