Everything I Ever Wanted

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Chapter Ten



Christmas holidays were over too quickly, and Remus and Billie fell into a routine once term began again. They didn’t sit with each other at dinner, and when they met in the halls, kept a respectable distance with no physical contact. The student interest in their relationship lasted longer than Billie predicted, a month after they’d come back they were still catching the children watching them and giggling, although it did ease towards the end of February.



Remus virtually moved in to Billie’s rooms. He waited until well after dinner to head there for the night though; in case any student needed him they‘d find him in his room, although a few cheeky sods had gone directly to Billie‘s office, telling her they were looking for Professor Lupin. Billie sent them away, trying not to laugh at their forwardness, feeling grateful, though, for their seeming acceptance of the situation. Children really didn’t see people in terms of illness’: they learnt that from their parents.



George had been right about parent complaints, though. The children had gone home for holidays, giggling about two of their teachers dating, and the owls of complaint had come thick and fast. Billie addressed each of them with an admonishment over their lack of understanding of lycanthropy, and an assurance that she and Remus were not making out in the halls, as their children may have indicated. Eventually the flow eased, and, after further questioning of their children, many minds were eased that she and Remus, although refusing to hide their relationship, were not flaunting it.



The holiday seemed to have had opposite effects on Remus and Billie, Remus feeling energetic and cheerful, his older students making cheeky comments on the reasons behind his constant good mood. He put up with the cheek, too damn happy to want to give them detention for their insinuations. Besides, he couldn’t in good conscience punish them for telling the truth. Billie had changed him; her acceptance and love giving him new life.



Billie however, felt more run down than ever. She’d caught a stomach bug, then a bad cold straight after; the stress of two illness’s in a row wearing her out. Her own work had picked up, and she was also supervising a couple of potions classes each day, pulling her weight along with the other teacher’s until they found a new potions master.

Once the flow of complaints stopped, Billie thought she’d feel better; less exhausted, but she didn’t. Remus was concerned she was working too hard, and was being incredibly understanding when he came to bed night after night to find her already asleep.

‘I’m so sorry, Remus,’ she said after she rebuffed him again one morning. ‘I know it’s been ages, but I’m just too tired still.’

He’d nodded and told her not to worry about it, but felt concerned when she fell back to sleep almost straight away.



Then, a week before Easter holidays, she woke up early, before Remus for the first time in ages. She stretched gently, trying not to wake him.

‘I actually don’t feel too bad today,’ she thought, as she lay there quietly.

Looking over at Remus, she felt a sting of guilt. It had been almost seven weeks since they’d last had sex. He’d been so good about her lack of interest, never trying to force the issue or pressure her; taking no for an answer with good grace.



‘I’ve missed him,’ she thought, and felt a warmth spreading though her. She carefully rolled over onto her side and looked at him, her eyes wandering down his chest to his stomach, the sheet hiding his lower body. The warm feeling intensified, and she felt an ache she hadn’t felt in many weeks.

‘Thank God,’ she thought as she moved to hold herself over him. ‘I was beginning to think I’d completely lost my sex drive.’

Whatever had happened to it, it was back in force now.



Billie knelt over him, laying a gentle kiss on his stomach, then ran her tongue down to his hip. She saw his body stir, although his eyes didn’t flutter. Moving lower, she gently kissed her way from his knee to his inside thigh on each leg, seeing that he was fully aroused once she kissed his hip again. He was a deep sleeper, and Billie wondered with a smile how long he could sleep through it. She licked the tip of him, her hand moving to start gently stroking him. His hips were rising a little now, and a small noise escaped his lips as her mouth closed over him.



She moved slowly, teasing him with her tongue, and teeth, stroking with her hand. Billie heard his breathing quicken when she scraped her teeth over him lightly, and when her tongue flicked over the tip of him, she heard a groan. A quick look up told her he wasn’t yet awake, though coming quickly back into consciousness. Her hand moved faster, and she took him deeper in her mouth, and he thrust up hard, moaning loudly. She groaned on him, and the vibrations did the trick. Letting out a strangled cry, he came, his body arching off the bed as he pushed hard into her mouth.



Billie moved over him, kissing his stomach and then his chest, but it wasn’t until she got to his neck that his eyes actually opened.

‘Please tell me that wasn’t a dream,’ he begged, his voice hoarse. She smiled and kissed him hard and long, letting him taste himself in her mouth.

‘Fuck,’ he gasped, when she let him go. ‘You can wake me up like that anytime you want.’



Billie laughed softly, and lay down on his chest. ‘I’m sorry it’s been so long,’ she said. ‘Belle, I told you. It’s fine,’ he said, kissing her head. ‘I’m just glad you feel better today.’ ‘Mmm,’ she said, pressing her pelvis lightly against his leg. He was satisfied for the moment, but heat had built up uncomfortably in her groin. ‘I do feel good today. It’s strange. It’s like I flipped a switch and suddenly I’m not exhausted anymore.’

‘Well, I don’t care how it happened,’ he said, moving quickly so that he was now pressing her into the bed. ‘I’m just happy it did.’



He kissed her, his tongue demanding as it sought entry into her mouth. Billie immediately felt desire surge through her and pushed her hips up to him. Remus moved, his mouth quickly moving down her body. His lips closed around her nipple, and he sucked it hard.

‘Ow!’ she said as a sharp pain ran through her breast. He looked up in surprise.

‘Sorry, did I hurt you?’ he said with a frown.

‘It’s ok,’ she said, surprised herself. ‘I guess I’m just a little sensitive.’

He nodded, and lowered his head, kissing her more gently this time, and she let out a sharp breath as the heat threatened to overwhelm her. When his tongue finally touched her, his fingers inside her as he lapped at her, she gave in immediately, swearing loudly as she exploded, spasms shaking her body.



‘You don’t muck around do you?’ he said, his mouth moving across her stomach as he grinned. She laughed, feeling better than she had in weeks. He came up to lie next to her and she looked at him.

‘You don’t think this is finished, do you?’ she said, grinning mischievously.

‘I am forty years old in just over a month, Belle,’ he said with a smile. ‘You’ve got to give me more than ten minutes to rest.’



Her hand wandered down to grip him, feeling him fully erect now despite his words. ‘Really?’ she said, moving swiftly and impaling herself on him.

‘Jesus,’ he cried, the feel of her sending him rapidly towards his end. She didn’t give him any time to get used to it, moving hard and fast on him.

‘Christ, Belle,’ he said loudly, gripping the sheets. She laughed then bit her lip as she felt herself tensing. She felt Remus’ hands on her arms then gasped as he pushed her back on to the sheets, slipping out of her.



‘Sometimes, you need to let someone else be the boss,’ he said, growling a little, as he flipped her over onto her stomach. He pulled her backside towards him, and entered her roughly, thrusting hard, before pulling out and slamming back into her. Billie pushed herself up onto her hands and pushed back against him, groaning when she felt him deep in her. He moved quickly and she felt herself balancing on the edge.



‘God, Remus,’ she cried, needing something more, but not knowing what.

‘Come for me, Belle,’ he demanded.

When she thrust back on him harder, he knew how close she was. It was just an instinct that made him slap her sharply on the ass, but it was the right move. She cried out loudly, and he felt her body grab at him like it had never before. He lost control immediately, exploding inside her as her body shuddered.



Billie collapsed on to her face, breathing heavily. Remus fell to the bed next to her, reaching out to flop an arm over her. It was several minutes before he spoke.

‘Bella, was that ok?’ he asked, his voice concerned.

Billie turned her head to look at him. ‘You nearly killed me,’ she said, with a wide smile. ‘It was fucking awesome, Remus.’

He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face and he leant over and kissed her. ‘It was,’ he agreed. ‘But I meant was it ok that I was rough with you; that I…I slapped you.’ She looked at him, knowing what his concern was.



‘It was fine, Remus,’ she said, sitting up now. ‘It was incredible. It’s not like it was with Jonathon. He was so hateful, so angry. Even when you’re being a little rough, I know you won’t hurt me; I still feel safe with you. I never felt safe with him, even before he starting using his fists on me.’

He still looked a little unsure, and she kissed him.

‘I think it’s pretty obvious I enjoyed it; in fact I think I might of actually passed out for a moment….’

He laughed now and she hugged him. ‘That was a hell of a way to get back in the saddle,’ she murmured.



Fifteen minutes later, he was reluctantly dressing for breakfast, while Billie relaxed in bed.

‘Why is it you can skip breakfast?’ he grumbled, pulling on his robes.

‘Because I can get one of the house elves to bring me something later,’ she retorted, with a yawn. She stretched and the sheet slid down to her waist. Remus smiled, admiring the view when a sudden realisation struck him.

‘You’re bigger,’ he said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

’I beg your pardon?’ she said, a little startled.

’Your breasts are bigger,’ he said, reaching out a hand to touch her gently. ‘I actually noticed earlier, but my mind was on other more pressing matters, so I forgot to mention it.’



Billie frowned, and her own hands moved to her chest, holding each breast, ignoring Remus’ groan of appreciation.

‘Hmm,’ she said, noticing immediately how tender they were. ‘Maybe a little bigger. Must be that time of the month. They’re a little sore so….’

Her voice trailed off as a thought streaked across her mind. It wasn’t that time of the month. She got her period like clockwork in the middle of each month; it was only a few days till April.



Billie frowned. It felt like ages since her last period, not a couple of weeks. In fact, now that she thought about it, she wasn’t sure she had gotten a period this month.

‘You alright?’ he said, watching her frown.

She looked at him, pushing the panic she was beginning to feel down. ‘Fine,’ she fibbed. ‘Just thinking about what I have to do today.’



‘Mmm,’ he said, leaning over and kissing her. ‘Well, I have double first years, then double seventh years; then detentions to supervise tonight. I know who I feel more sorry for.’

He smiled and kissed her again. ‘I’ll see you later,’ he murmured against her lips. ‘Love you.’

Billie smiled. ‘I love you too.’

He grinned and disappeared out the door. She lay there for a few minutes in case he came back, then leapt out of bed, dressing quickly.

Running down the stairs, she found her diary buried under a mound of paper work.

‘If I can remember what I was doing, I might be able to recall if I had my period or not,’ she thought to herself.



For the next ten minutes, she checked and rechecked the diary, finally closing it with a snap, seeing her hands shaking. It was months since she could remember having a period - a couple of weeks before Christmas. It was now nearly Easter.

‘No!’ she said loudly. ‘I did the spells every frigging time.’

Thinking back she tried to remember what had happened between her last period and when she supposed to have had her next one.



‘Christmas - I did the spells, I remember. I did them each morning at Remus’ house, and I know I did them at the Weasleys,’ she muttered to herself as she stood up and began to pace.

‘Remus and I didn’t make love for the first day or two of the holidays. I was too upset still after dad visited…..‘

She stopped in her tracks, her gaze falling on her desk.

‘Fuck!’ she said.



Had she done the spells then? After George had left, before her dad arrived; Remus had bent her over that desk…..

‘Did I do the spells afterwards?’ She thought frantically, running through the day’s events in her head.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ she said angrily, sinking down into a chair. The only thing she didn’t recall about that day was doing the spells.



Half an hour later she was in the hospital wing.

‘Poppy, I really need for you to keep this quiet,’ she said, trying to keep her panic from showing.

The woman looked a little insulted, and replied,’ Of course.’ Billie took a deep breath.

‘I need you to do a pregnancy test on me,’ she whispered, closing her eyes briefly. When she opened them, the woman was looking sympathetically at her.

‘Well, I don’t really need to do the test to confirm it, do I?’ she said, standing and picking her wand up off the desk. ‘I think you’re pretty sure, aren’t you?’



Billie closed her eyes again. ‘The last time I remember having a period was before Christmas,’ she said, her voice strained. ‘And there is one time around then that I can’t recall doing the spells after….’

Her voice trailed off. Damn her father! He was still screwing up her life and he wasn’t even in it.



‘Alright,’ said the nurse, taking her arm and moving her to the couch in her office. ‘Lie back. Let’s find out for sure.’

Billie did as she was told, hardly breathing as the woman muttered incantations over her body.

‘Well, you are pregnant,’ she said a minute later. ‘And you are right about the dates. You conceived in December, before Christmas.’

She waited for Billie’s nod of confirmation. ‘So, 40 weeks later makes you due late September or early October.’



Billie shook her head, sitting up hurriedly. ‘Poppy, I have medical problems. I’ve had a pregnancy before but I’ve been damaged. I can’t carry a child to term.’

The memory of the conversation with Remus came rushing into her head.

‘And Remus…. Lycanthropy could be hereditary. He told me he didn’t want children; that he didn’t want it passed on. God, he’s going to kill me!’

She put her head in her hands, hot tears running unchecked down her face.



Poppy sat down beside her, and patted her hand. After a few minutes, Billie looked up at her.

‘What am I going to do?’ she asked the woman desperately.

‘The first thing you’re going to do is go and see a friend of mine. Today!’ she said firmly. ‘She is a wonderful midwife, and just happens to have a particular interest in lycanthropy. She can try and answer some of your questions.’

The woman hesitated then spoke again. ‘I think Remus should go with you, Billie.’

She saw the younger woman’s mouth open in protest and interrupted her.

‘He has lived with this almost all his life, Billie. He’ll want to ask questions…’



‘No,’ said Billie, standing up now. ‘No. I don’t want him to know. Not until I’ve got answers for him. I don’t even know if I can carry this pregnancy much longer.’

‘Right,’ said Poppy, standing up. ‘I’ll get your medical records owled to Rowena and she can have a look. Come on. I’ll go there with you, and you can Floo back.’



She took Billie’s arm before she had a chance to object. Poppy threw some coloured granules into the fire.

‘Ro!’ she called, hearing a reply. ‘I’m coming with a patient, alright?’

They heard a positive reply, and stepped into the fire, spinning until Billie felt ill, sliding out onto a hardwood kitchen floor. A short grey haired woman greeted them, hugging Poppy and looking curiously at Billie as Poppy introduced her. They sat and Poppy made her excuses, leaving the two women alone.

‘Tell me what’s on your mind, love,’ Rowena said, taking her hand.

Billie stared at her for a moment, then burst into tears.