It's in the Hunt

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Chapter Eleven


Remus carried Hermione over to the bed. She yanked at his shirt, trying to remove it as he tore through with little effort what she was wearing. It was when his hand encountered a scar that he stopped. Pulling back slightly, he turned on the bedside lamp. As he looked down at her half naked body, he saw what he had felt before. The scar went across her stomach.


“How did you get this?” he asked, his voice tight.


“At the Department of Mysteries,” she murmured.


“Do you have anymore scars that I should know of?” Remus muttered.


It was when she refused to look into his eyes that he knew something else had happened. He tilted her head so that it made her look at him.


“Were you hurt? Did they hurt you?”


She nodded.


“What did they do?”


Hermione turned over to her stomach so that he could see her back. He let out a harsh curse as he saw the new pink scars on her back. His hand went over her skin slowly, taking it all in.


“What…what did they do to you?” he asked hoarsely.


“Crucio, cutting spells…I think they used a burning spell one time. I don’t know. All I knew was pain.”


“Who did this to you?” he growled.


She turned back over so that she was now face to face with him. “I’m not going to say that who did it doesn’t matter. But, Remus, please I-I need you to hold me.” He took a deep breath, pulling her into his arms.


“My sweet witch,” he breathed.


“I need you,” she murmured. “In me.”


Slowly he kissed his way down to her breasts. But he stopped at her sternum and muttered, “What’s wrong with your voice?”


She swallowed thickly. “I was screaming.”


Remus’s head shot up. He couldn’t do this. Not when she was hurting, and it was clear that she still was even if she didn’t want to admit it.


“We’ll wait,” he told her, his voice firm as if to say he would brook no arguments. “You need to heal.”


She sobbed against his shoulder.


“No, love, I’m not rejecting you,” he murmured, taking her into his arms. “You need to rest.”


Squeezing her eyes shut, she muttered, “Don’t let me go.”


“Never,” he sighed, feeling her relaxing in his arms until she fell asleep.


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For the next three days all Hermione knew was taking potions, being sat on the toilet and told to go, and sleeping. When she was feeling better, Remus kept her close to him and was overprotective. Having had enough, she tried to put her foot down. Try being the operative word.


They left the Shell House and went straight over to his family home. He took her over to the bedroom and she half expected him to ward her, blanket her in bubble wrap, and then pack her away in foam peanuts to take out only on special occasions. Well, she had had enough.


“Stop!” she snapped. “You don’t have to carry me! You don’t have to protect me from so much as dust! And for Merlin sake please, please let me do something other than breathe!”


His hard eyes came up, making her wish her outburst were a bit softer, but no less powerful. The color of his eyes became a bit darker, as he kept glaring at her.


“Rommie?”


“Witch, you are mine,” he said, his voice low and threaded with anger. “You should have been the one to tell me that Greyback was there and responsible for part of your torture!”


“He was? I didn’t know. I was too occupied at the time to realize it.” She thought over something. “How come you go by Moonie if you answer to the name Rommie?”


“Not now,” he snapped. Remus lifted her up into his lap. “In fact talking isn’t required at all at the moment. Shut up and kiss me.”


Her breath caught in her throat as his mouth covered hers in a slow kiss that had her melting against him, clinging to his hard body like a vine. Calloused hands made the loose clothes she was wearing fad away until she was squirming in his arms nude. Before she knew what was happening, she was pinned onto the bed by his naked body.


Hermione gasped as his fingers went between her thighs, stroking her outer labia. But when she tried to move so that she was facing him, his teeth went to her nape and bit her just hard enough to make her go still.


“Mine,” he growled, against her ear. “Say it.”


“You’re mine.”


He swatted her rear to which she yelped.


“Say it correctly,” he hissed hotly.


Hermione pressed back against his hand, making him laugh wickedly. His fingers dipped deeper into her, rubbing her now wet inner labia. When she let out a purr, he chuckled again.


“What have we here? A wolf stroking a…”


“Don’t,” she muttered. “You had me wet at hello.”


He groaned then. “That was awful!”


“Remus?” she whispered.


“What, love?” he breathed.


“I’m yours. I always have been,” she said in an unsure voice. “Why do you feel the need for me to prove it in that fashion?”


“Oh, pet,” he moaned. “It’s the wolf in me.” One finger pushed into her, making her gasp. “Do you want me?”


“Yes!” she gasped, pushing back on his hand. “But I need to see you! Touch you!”


He panted as he muttered, “I’ll give you that, but it can’t be now, love.”


Remus’s hand went around to her breasts, palming them so that her hardened nipple was pinched as he squeezed each one. His other hand went down between her thighs, opening her lower lips and stroked her hard swollen clit. One stroke, two strokes and she was gone. Hermione’s reality exploded as she climaxed for the first time in her life followed quickly by the painful breeching of her maidenhead, as he mounted her.


Shaking Hermione lay adjusting to his girth within her newly opened sheath. Remus ground himself against her, making her let out a whimpering cry as she kept feeling him stretch her even further.


“I’m going to fuck you and then I’m going to mark you,” he told her. “Are you ready, my beloved?”


“Yes…now…it has to be…now.”


Smiling he whispered, “Now it is.”


He began to move within her slowly. But before too long the sound of flesh against flesh, and the stinging feel of the brutal slaps on her ass had her whimpering. Remus’s hand went between her thighs, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to last all that much longer. And just as Hermione was about to climax, he reared back and bit at her neck. Breaking the skin, latching on even as she screamed in a mingling of pain and pleasure. Within seconds of this, he let go of the bite and howled in completion.


They lay side by side panting. Hermione turned around slowly to face him. It took her a moment to be able to speak.


“Remus?”


“What, my love?” he asked hoarsely.


“When do I get to mark you?” she purred, her hand slipping down his furry belly.


Laughing he captured her mouth with his own, letting her know effectively that time was now.


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