Hermione's Final Year

Title: Hermione's Final Year
Author: Wickedswanz
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Rating: N17
Warnings: LOTS OF SMUT and WOLFY GOODNESS
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Arriving in Arithmancy just in time, Hermione rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth when she saw that the only available seat was in the back and next to a fuming Draco Malfoy. She avoided Remus’ amused gaze as she took her place and pulled out her books, but was unable to avoid Draco’s heated glare.

“He yelled at me for an hour,” Draco hissed at her once Remus had finished his lecture and they were working through the practical problems.

“Poor, Diddums,” Hermione cooed, her eyes not raising from her work.

“An hour, Granger!”

“Last year he had me bent over a sink scrubbing cauldrons for three hours, while he stood behind me bellowing abuse,” she hissed back, “So stop your bitching. This stupid game was your idea.”

Draco suddenly dropped his head to the table and his shoulders shook, “Holy Shit Granger. Are you sure that’s all he was doing back there?”

Hermione gritted her teeth and kicked him under the table, “Draco, you‘re going to get us in trouble you moron.”

“Oh wow, like your pet wolf is going to come down on you … well, actually ...”

“Draco!” she hissed.

Draco kept chuckling but otherwise went back to his own work. A few moments passed in which they worked quietly until Draco looked at her again.

“He gave me a week’s detention,” he spoke from the side of his mouth.

“Once again, this was your idea,” Hermione replied, “You must have known that I was going to make you pay for blackmailing me into this stupid game.”

He made a rude face but went back to his work.

“Harry made a move on me,” Hermione snapped after a few moments.

“What?” Draco spat and spun in his chair towards her.

“Thanks to your Honey Dust dare, Harry made a move on me.”

Draco’s face turned a strange colour and he seemed to be struggling to stay quiet. With much effort he managed to croak out, “You win,” before returning to his work, his shoulders shaking.

“Wanker.”

~*~*~

The class came to an end and everyone noisily packed away their books and made their way for the door, both the class and the day over.

“Miss Granger, could I have a moment?” the softly masculine voice of Professor Lupin made her pause. And Hermione nodded with a nervous smile, a thrill of excitement jolting through her.

Once the classroom was clear Remus sat back in his chair, relaxed as a lazy grin spread over his handsome, scarred face. Hermione jumped when the door slammed behind her and with a flick of his wand the door locked.

“Professor?”

For what seemed like hours he sat, his hazel eyed gaze running over her. She fisted her hands at her side so she wouldn’t fidget and he smiled wolfishly as though he knew exactly what she was doing. He raised his hand and with one finger he indicated that he wanted her to come closer.

“What am I doing?” Hermione screamed in her head, “What happened to, ‘I’m a good girl really?’” But even as she tried to rationalize her feelings and restrain her reaction to Remus, her feet moved against her will and before she knew it, she was standing over him and he was grinning up at her. She thought, “Ah hell, I have my whole life to be a good girl.”

She smiled slyly down at him and sat up on his desk, crossing her legs so her robe parted to show her knees under her school skirt. “Did you want something Professor?”

His eyes darkened but he didn’t speak. Instead he used one foot to wheel his chair closer and reached out to stroke her long calf. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply as she uncrossed her legs and let his long fingers explore further up her silky thighs. After another moment he stood and pulled her thighs apart to situate himself between them, pressing his growing erection against her hot dampening core.

All it would take was to move forward an inch and their lips would be touching; the scent of chocolate wafting from his mouth set her on fire. She bit her lips and stared up into his eyes.

"What big --" she glanced down at his crotch and back up to his eyes, "-- Hands you have Professor," she said barely above a whisper, exhaling loudly when he growled softly and his eyes flashed.

“All the better to touch you with --” he cocked an eyebrow and slid his hands smoothly up her thighs, “--my dear,” he murmured and dipped his head to taste the base of her throat, moaning when he felt her pulse quicken under his tongue.

She mewed and let her head fall back to give him better access to her sensitive throat and jaw line, and with a guttural groan, he proceeded to lick and nip his way up to her full, gasping lips.

“Hermione …” he gasped and took a long lick up her throat to her ear. “You taste so good, sweetheart …” He kissed her mouth, her throat, her face; anywhere he could reach all the while chanting over and over, “So good … taste so good ...”

Hermione tangled her fingers in his shoulder length brown hair and pulled him closer. “Remus,” she moaned and arched against his exploring hands.

They kissed and touched and sighed for several long moments before Remus slowly pulled back. “Sweetheart, we have to stop.”

Hermione nibbled her way across his jaw and tightened her legs around his hips. “Why? I like it here.” She kissed his lips again and sighed when he responded in kind.

“So do I, but we still have to stop.”

She pulled back. Disappointed and confused she adjusted her robe and straightened her hair, avoiding his eyes. “I’m, um, I’m sorry.” She stood up and turned away quickly before he could see her eyes shimmer. After kissing her he had obviously decided that he didn’t want her any more. She bit her lip and focused on forcing back her humiliation. This must have been what Ron felt like when she didn’t respond to his advances.

Only the knowledge that it was Remus stopped her from leaving right that moment. Remus was her friend, her confident, and he had been nothing but respectful, and if she knew him, and she did, he would be feeling guilty for hurting her. She took a deep breath and turned back to him with a friendly smile.

“It’s alright, Remus,” she chuckled, “my love life is complicated enough as it is anyway.” Hermione blushed but forced herself to keep looking back at him, confused by his amused expression but determined to continue all the same. “We’re still friends, right?”

Remus’ took the five strides to her side and without any further words he pulled her into his arms and took her lips in a brutally hungry kiss. Her mind reeled just as her body burned and trembled with need.

“Don’t for one second think that I don’t want you,” he growled ferally against her mouth, “I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you for years.”

“Oh.” She grinned up at him and thrilled when his eyes glinted as he grinned back down at her.
“I plan to see your amazing hair fanned out on my pillow, while I make love to you.”

Hermione’s breath caught and this time she let him see her eyes shimmer. “I’d like that, Remus.”

He stroked her face and looked down at her with something close to sadness. “Listen to me, Sweetheart. I adore you, but you need to know now that I can’t be the man in your life.” Hermione went to argue but he stopped her with a finger on her lips. “You know the laws as well as I do. So I don’t expect you, or want you to commit yourself to me. I want you in my life, as my friend and very much as my lover, but that’s as far as we can ever go.”

She lifted herself on to her tiptoes and kissed his mouth softly, “I understand.” She looked down for a moment then back up with a cheeky smile, “Can I call you my ‘Big Bad’?”

With a growl he nipped at her ear and gripped her arse tightly, pulling her against him. “Are you sure you can handle the ‘Big Bad,’ Red?”

She shoved him roughly back into his chair and dropped to her knees. He said her name sternly but she didn’t listen; only a wicked grin showed him that she had heard as she parted his robe and made quick work of his pants to free his long hard erection.

“Hermione, you …” but his words were forgotten when she took a long swipe over his shaft with her tongue. “Fuck, Red…” he gasped as her lips engulfed him. His breaths came in a series of gasps and moans as she took him into her hot, velvety mouth.

At that moment there came a knock came at the door.

“Professor Lupin!” the deep baritone voice of Severus Snape could be heard from the other side, “Unlock this door at once. I need to talk to you.”

Like lightning, Remus wheeled his chair to the desk, effectively hiding her and keeping her hot mouth in place. He gave her a wicked wink and curled his fingers into her hair, letting her know that he definitely did not want her to stop.

Hermione felt a jolt of desire and excitement at what he wanted her to do, and immediately lowered her mouth onto his thick cock again, sucking him deep into her mouth while he used his wand to open the door. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes briefly when he felt the back of her mouth and throat.

“Professor Snape, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Hermione chuckled around his cock and felt him jump slightly. There was something dirty and forbidden about this act. She couldn’t remember when she had felt this turned on. By the way his cock twitched and his fingers gripped her hair she knew that he felt the same.

She took him over and over in long tight strokes, sucking and swirling her tongue, while Snape droned on about his latest issue. She had no idea what he was talking about and didn’t care. Feeling Remus’ cock hitting the back of her mouth, knowing how much he was enjoying her, and knowing how hard he had to work in order to keep his face neutral while he spoke to his fellow professor was just so damn sexy.

Finally, she felt him buck up into her mouth and groan. “Look Snape, I am rather busy at the moment and am really not in the mood for your latest bitch session!” he growled at what she was sure to be an outraged Severus. She could just see his face turning red and imagine the smoke coming from his ears as he glared at her “Big Bad Wolf.”

Snape growled something in return and stomped out the door, slamming it closed behind him. With a growl of his own, Remus tangled both hands into her hair and held her head in place while he thrust over and over.

“Fuck, Red, you are such a bad little witch … such a bad, bad girl,” with a guttural groan he let go and emptied his release deep into her throat, his legs bending and tensing as pleasure rushed though him.

After, he pulled her up and kissed her passionately.

“So you enjoyed it then,” she teased.

He smiled at her, his eyes dancing, “Help me mark first year papers tonight, and then after, I’m going to take you up to my rooms and show you just how much.”

~*~*~

Showered and clean, Hermione headed down to dinner. On entering the great hall she was relieved to see Harry and Ginny sitting closely together. They were talking and he was kissing her face and throat as his hand caressed her knee.

“See Granger, I’ve got your back.”

Hermione turned to see Draco at her arm. “What are you on about?” she asked impatiently.

He pointed to her two friends, who were now being quite rudely nudged by Ron. “I had a word with St. Potter, told him that if he’d had enough of the firebug, I’d gladly take her off his hands.”

“You didn’t!” Hermione glared at him, but could feel the laughter bubbling up even as she scolded the platinum blond teenager, “You did.”

He nodded and grinned smugly, “Feel free to thank me any time.”

She looked over at Harry and Ginny. Harry looked up and smiled warmly, waving her over, but his arm was still firmly around Ginny. He mouthed the word, “Sorry.” but his eyes still danced as he looked her over.

“Thank you, Draco,” she smiled at him then squeaked at the feeling of his hand on her bottom.

He grinned wickedly and squeezed, “That’s not quite what I meant, Sweet-Lips.”

“Draco,” she hissed, her voice dangerously low, and pulled him by his collar out of the great hall and around the corner. With a wicked glint in her eyes she shoved him hard against the stone wall and kicked his legs apart before pressing herself against his quickly hardening cock. “You are not ready for me, ferret”

He sneered down at her and gripped her arse, pulling her rhythmically against him, groaning. “Sure, I am,” he muttered and nipped at the base of her neck, “I’ve got exactly what you need, Granger.” He deftly switched their positions and slammed her hard against the wall. Her head hit hard rock and he was shocked when she moaned in pleasure.

Hermione grabbed his hands and pulled them to her breasts forcing him to squeeze them painfully. Her breath hissed out, “Hurt me.”

Draco jumped back as though she had burned him. “What?”

“You heard me,” she growled at him and stalked closer, “You said you have what I need. I need a man who can make me forget.”

He backed up further and stuttered, “Forget? F…Forget what?”

She leaned back against the wall and smiled sadly, “I need to forget how it felt when I made their souls leave their eyes.”

He looked at her for a long moment then suddenly broke into a wide grin. He pointed and laughed then shook his head. “You almost had me there, Granger.” He rolled his eyes and straightened his robe. “You know a simple, ‘No,’ would have done.”

She laughed and looked down. Amused by the fact that he thought she was joking, more amused by the fact that for a moment he had been afraid of her. With a wink, Hermione walked passed him and back into the Great Hall to join her friends, totally unaware of Professor Snape standing in a nearby alcove.

With a wicked grin he stepped from shadow and stood in the doorway. “Careful what you wish for Miss Granger.” He looked up to see Sirius glaring at him from the head table, and with a smirk he slowly licked his lips.

~*~*~

Later that night, Hermione donned a knee-length, black, leather skirt, slit to mid-thigh, and a loose white peasant top. She felt a thrill of excitement as she ran her hands over her sheer stockings, all the way to the burgundy garter belt. She had chosen a matching lace bra but had not worn underwear so her soon-to-be lover could be sure of just how much she was looking forward to their night together.

With one final appraising glance in the mirror, she turned and left her room. She had agreed to help Remus mark papers for a few hours first so she headed to the staffroom.

“Hey wait up!” Harry’s voice made her turn.

“Harry?” she scolded, “What are you doing out after curfew?”

He gave her an indignant look and brought out a piece of paper. “I have a pass. Sirius asked me to come and help him mark papers tonight, since I’m his assistant and all.” He pocketed the pass and fell in step beside her as she walked briskly.

“So, what are you doing up?” he asked, his tone careful.

“I agreed to be Remus’ assistant, so I’m helping him mark papers tonight as well,” she quipped and kept walking just a little in front of him. She was still angry and not really in the mood for more of what had happened earlier.

“Oh,” Harry seemed lost for words, “So you managed to get all the Honey Dust off then?”

“Yes.”

“And, I um, I guess you’re still pretty mad at me.”

“Yes.”

They arrived at the staffroom door together but before she could knock Harry took her arm and spun her to face him.

“Hermione, I’m sorry.” His eyes were pleading and his words were true. “I’m an arse and you were right, you do deserve more respect, especially from me.”

“Yes, I do.”

“We’ve been friends for nearly 7 years, I love you and I’d be lost without you in my life, as my friend.” He looked down for a beat then back up. “It’s just … well, I’m seventeen and you’re gorgeous and smart and …” he shook his head, “It’s confusing sometimes, love, I mean.”

Hermione smiled and stroked her fingers through his shaggy hair. “I know, Harry. Don’t you think I find it confusing too?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean we’ve been through so much together. Fought side-by-side against several common foes and stood firm to protect the ones we love,” she spoke matter-of-factly, “I think we have a different kind of love, deeper, better. I think we’re soul-mates Harry, and I want you in my life – for always.”

“Me too,” his voice was muffled in her hair as he pulled her into his arms for a warm hug. With his arms still around her he turned his face slightly towards her. “So, are we soul-mates who kiss?”

She laughed and pushed him away just as the door to the staffroom swung open. She smiled at Sirius and Remus as she walked in ahead. “You know you’ve really got that “James” smirk down, don’t you.”

“Son of a Marauder, love,” he drawled and sauntered in behind her, winking at Sirius as he went.

~*~*~

Several parchments later, with Hermione sitting shoulder to shoulder with Remus, Harry and Sirius sitting on a sofa across from them and Professor Snape at a nearby desk, it was getting increasingly difficult to concentrate with Remus so close, his shoed foot caressing her ankle and his musky aftershave assaulting her senses.

She placed a marked parchment on the table and took another from the pile, giving Remus an alluring view of her back and throat and biting her lip when he took the opportunity to run his long fingers over her thigh.

When she sat back she leaned closer to whisper in his ear, “You bad boy, I’m going to have to punish you.”

Remus let out a low growl whispered back, “Well, I fully intend to punish you Little Red, long and hard.”

Her body flooded with arousal and she had to bite hard on her cheek to hold in the whimper at his words and the feel of his hot breath against her ear, and she wiggled uncomfortably in her seat. Sirius looked up sharply but before he could comment, three owls flew through the window and dropped in the evening mail.

Hermione smiled as she tore open her letter and shook her head, chuckling as she read.

“Who’s it from, Hermione?” Harry asked pocketing the latest letter he’d received from the twins.

She looked up with an amused smile. “Viktor, he’s going to be in Germany and want’s to know if I want any German chocolate.”

“Yes!” Remus cried and swiped the letter from her hand, and wrote on the back, “Yes, yes, please, Merlin yes.”

Hermione laughed and snatched back her letter, slapping him playfully on the shoulder. “Stop that you bad wolf.”

They laughed but were interrupted by Harry.

“Hey, I thought you and Viktor weren’t together any more?” Harry confusedly asked.

“Viktor?” Sirius asked sharply, glaring at Hermione, but Harry didn’t notice.

“Yeah, Viktor Krum, they were inseparable until about 6 months ago,” Harry answered, when she passed him the letter.

“Viktor Krum!? As in Krum-Krum, the Vultures Seeker?” Sirius asked, confused but still glaring, a look she had seen on Ron’s face back in forth year. He was trapped between awe of the man in question and dangerously jealous of Hermione’s affection for him.

“That’s him,” she answered pleasantly, smiling sweetly into his angry eyes. She looked back at Harry. “We’re still friends, Harry, it just didn’t work out romantically,” she huffed and sat back in her seat. “He said, I was too freaky.” She made her expression more broody and sat up imitating, “Yous a bossy vitch, with too much kinky for me.” She fell back onto the couch with a “Hrumph” and then followed, “Wasn’t too bloody kinky when he had me tied to the bed.”

Harry, who had just taken a sip from his hot chocolate, spat it across the table, and she heard a loud thump from Snape’s desk followed by a bout of violent swearing as he tried to clean up his spilt coffee.

Hermione cleared her throat and blushed as she picked up the parchment again and continued to mark. “Anyway … um … he’s coming by next month to see you, Harry. Something about a new Seeker move.” She pointed to the letter in his hands with her quill. “It’s all in the letter.”

Harry spluttered and coughed, looking from the letter to her as though he weren’t quite sure which he wanted to attack first. “You and Krum were?” he coughed again while Sirius slapped his back, still glaring at Hermione and when she met his eyes she saw a kind of hungry rage within the blue.

“The insufferable chit is 19 and Krum is 20, Potter,” Snape spat from his desk, “What exactly did you think they were doing?”

She glared up at him and saw his eyes glint with amusement when they met hers. She felt her skin burn as his gaze roved over her body and had to force herself to look away.

She looked back at the stunned Harry and was almost insulted by his shock. “You know he has a point Harry. I mean I don’t talk Quidditch and he can barely speak English, let alone read it,” she said and smiled timidly back at Harry.

“Yeah, but you don’t … Ron said … and you didn’t …”

Hermione gritted her teeth and shook her head, “I’m going to say this slowly so even you can understand.” She took a deep breath, and felt Remus gently wind his arm around her back and stroke her waist. “Ron. Was. Wrong. I just wasn’t attracted to him.”

“Wow!” Was the only word to leave Harry’s mouth.

Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to her marking, flicking a quick look at Sirius to see that he had done the same. Their eyes met for a moment and she was relieved to see that he was not glaring at her any more, but the anger was replaced with something else, something she couldn’t put her finger on but she liked it. A smile touched the corner of her mouth as it did with his before they both went back to their work.

They marked in silence for a time when Remus placed a small note on the parchment she was marking:

For the record, I have no problem with kinky.

She grinned and shook her head as she wrote back:

For the record, I have no problem with straight.

Several parchments and another round of coffee later, Remus passed her another note:

For the record, what colour underwear are you wearing?

She had to bite her lip to hold in the giggle but her shoulder shook slightly and she felt him chuckle beside her. She wrote back:

For the record, I’m not.

Remus coughed and they marked silently for several minutes until he dropped another note:

You are so fucking sexy

Hermione felt her cheeks flush and was glad that the others were busy with their own work. She wrote back:

Now don’t be a bad wolf. Good things come to those who wait.
P.S. Look down.

Remus knitted his brow but looked down to see her cross her legs so that he could see the burgundy garter she was wearing just for him. He growled deep in his chest and she saw his fingers twitch with the need to touch her. He wrote back:

You smell so damn good, Red. I’m going to lick your sweet pussy until you scream.

Hermione shivered and felt her body flood with heat again. She wrote back:

Promises, Promises.

~*~*~

The night wore on and eventually Professor Snape rose to his feet and with a brief nod, left the room. Remus and Hermione exchanged a brief heated look and she gave him a sly smile as she mouthed the words, “One down.” Soon after, both Harry and Sirius began to yawn.

“I think I’ll head off to bed, if it’s alright with you Sirius.” Harry looked tiredly at his Godfather, who smiled back with a yawn.

“Sure thing, thanks for your help.”

The bespectacled teen turned to Hermione and smiled warmly, “We’ll talk tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Once he was gone she felt Sirius’ eyes hot and searching on her. She swallowed hard and tried to continue with her marking but his stare bore into her soul and made her heart flutter and her stomach flip. Damn what was wrong with her? She was waiting to spend an unbelievable night with Remus while her heart beat faster for Sirius? Maybe Severus was right. Maybe she was a wanton whore after all. But if that were true, surely she would have gladly shagged Ron and Draco, for that reason and Harry, but she hadn’t, and never intended to do so.

But before she could reason any further, Remus pulled out his wand and pointed it at Sirius and spoke, “Somnus.” And Sirius’ head fell to the side and he began to snore … loudly.

Hermione gasped and covered her mouth, a look of horror crossing her face as she glared at Remus, “You hexed a professor!”

He grinned wickedly and pulled her to her feet, “I am a professor.”

“But … but …you were supposed to be the ‘voice of reason’ behind the Marauders!”

“You’re forgetting one thing, Red,” he spoke very mater-of-factly, “I’m an unbelievably horny werewolf who has been sniffing your heat all night. Now come on, either we go up to my rooms or I’m going to bend you over his sleeping body and mount you now.”

She flicked her eyes to the sleeping form of Sirius, felt her body flood all over again, and asked, “Really?”

Remus dragged her towards the door, chuckling as he went, “You are going to pay for that, Little Red.”

“Merlin, I hope so.”

~*~*~

Up in Remus’ room, the werewolf slammed his door and shoved her against it, hard so that her head banged against the hard wood. His mouth took hers in a rough, animalistic kiss. His hands were on her breasts, her waist, her arms, her thighs, anywhere he could reach and touch, he did. Like a starving man, he drank from her and she gave all she had to give, moaning his name over and over.

“Want you … need you …” he muttered against her mouth, “Need you, now … Fuck, Hermione, now.”

She pushed him back with a sly smile and commanded, “Strip.”

That single word made his eyes flash and he bared his teeth as he ripped his shirt apart and let it drop from his shoulders, revealing a long, fatal looking claw scar that ran across his broad chest and toned stomach. Her body burned as she looked him over.

His eyes darkened as he pulled at his belt and opened his pants, letting them drop to his feet and stepping towards her to free himself from their tedious bindings. His legs were long and lithe and covered in a light brown hair that reminded her of the ravenous beast he became once a month. Slowly but surely she let her eyes raise up his legs to his firm, muscular thighs and hips, and her mouth watered at the sight of his long, hard cock standing proudly and weeping for her attention.

Dear Merlin! He was bigger then she had remembered, bigger than Severus and (much) bigger than Sirius. Her inner muscles clenched in anticipation and her body caught fire all over again.

"Being a lycan does have its advantages, Hermione," he grinned widely as her eyes widened in shock at being caught so blatantly ogling his offerings.

He sat on the bed and used his strong arms to hoist himself back onto his pillows, his eyes never leaving hers. “Take that blouse off, Little Red. You won’t be needing it,” he said, his voice gruff.

“Yes Professor,” she replied, her voice meek as she pulled the blouse over her head to reveal her burgundy lace bra. She fingered the bra and looked at him questioningly. He shook his head and she left it on.

“Take that Skirt off, Little Red. You won’t be needing it, either.”

“Yes, Professor,” she unzipped the skirt and let it puddle around her feet.

Remus’ eyes swept over the garter and sheer stockings, and he bared his teeth again while he growled ferally, “I was going to instruct you to remove your knickers, but you seemed to have pre-empted me there.”

She looked down in mock shame. “I’m sorry Professor.”

He pursed his lips and gave her a stern and very professor-like look. “Can’t be helped, I suppose,” he grinned dangerously, this role play was turning him on in a whole new way. She really wanted him; he could smell her arousal and see it in her eyes. And she wanted all of him, man and wolf and he fully intended to show her what that meant.

“Come here.” It was not a request, and he saw the shudder of lust that shook through her as she climbed onto the bed. She was so damn bossy all the time. But he knew her secret. The deep darkness in her soul and he knew that Severus smelt it too. She wanted to be dominated, to have someone else take control and be strong for her for a change, and force her to enjoy what she so wanted to have, but was afraid to embrace.

Hermione loved this new, demanding side to Remus and the role play was affecting her as much as it was him. His scent was intoxicating, the musky spice of his aftershave mixed with the smell of his primal beast beneath.

She kneeled on the bed and he lifted up to kneel with her. Remus enjoyed her delighted sighs as he caressed his hands over her soft, creamy body. He ran a single finger over the lines of the lingerie she wore. In all his forty years, he swore that he had never seen anything so sexy as this nineteen year old vixen with her long curly hair falling over her soft shoulders and her head falling back to reveal the column of her throat. He saw her pulse jump when he touched her jaw and felt the wolf in him bay.

Hermione cried out and burned when her wolf flicked his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat, then continued to lap upwards to her jaw, face and mouth. He nipped at her full lips and groaned when she did the same. Their tongues met and danced as they attacked each other’s lips, hands grasping and gripping. She felt herself being pushed down onto the bed and felt her breath leave her body at the feel of his hot panting at her core.

“Professor?” she cried out, questioning his lack of contact but was answered when his rough hands shoved her thighs wider.

“Gonna eat you all up, Little Red.”

With that he assaulted her with his wickedly long tongue, laving her silky inner thighs and enjoying her moans and shivers as he slowly drew higher to where he knew she wanted him.

He slipped his exceptionally long tongue inside her tight slit and moaned when she contracted around it. Hermione arched and cried out. She had never felt anything so perfect, so erotic, and so damn good. She moaned his name and shuddered in sweet excitement when he growled at her and demanded that she address him as “Professor.”

“Yes, Professor,” she moaned then screamed as his tongue flicked over her swollen clit and sent blazing hot pleasure flooding her trembling body. For a moment it was almost too intense as her body shook. “Remus,” her voice cracked as she cried his name.

His eyes watched as her orgasm shuddered through her. He held her hips in place as he lapped up her orgasmic juice. Groaning and growling like a starving dog as he lapped at her. The deep primal sounds he was making and the sight of her wolf between her thighs sent her over the edge again, head flicking back and knees curling around his shoulders.

Remus crawled slowly up her body, almost cat like, his eyes hungry and burning into her own. “Gonna fuck you, Hermione,” he growled and licked his lips as he loomed over her, “I’ve been waiting years to slam my cock into your tight, little body.”

“Oh, Professor, yes!” she moaned and arched when she felt the tip of his thick cock at her drenched opening, “Please … please, Professor, I want you.”

“I’m going to make you my Bitch tonight, Hermione,” he murmured against her lips and gave her a wide, toothy grin. “Do you want that?”

“Oh, Merlin, yes!”

“Get on all fours for me.”

She did as instructed and moaned in equal parts of fear and excitement as he maneuvered himself behind her and rubbed his girth against her tight slit again. He delivered a firm, sharp slap to her arse and chuckled at her gasp of shock and sniffed her heightened arousal.

He ran his finger over the tattoo at her lower back. “Pretty,” he murmured his voice thick.

Hermione wriggled impatiently, “Long story,” she moaned, “Surprisingly, dark.”

He ran a single hand down her spine then gripped her hips and thrust home in one fluid movement. He forced his thickness all the way to her hilt.

Hermione felt torn by his thickness and length. He held fast and deep as her inner muscles relaxed around him and her mind came to terms with the delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. His movements were slow at first. He took her with long, slow, strong strokes, both soothing and thrilling.

“Hermione,” he groaned as he thrust inside only to pull all the way back and thrust again. “So, fucking tight … so sweet … so ho t… my little Red.”

She tightened around him and arched her back as he took her. Never had sex been so primal, bestial, and now that she was here in his dark world she knew that no man would be able to satisfy her quite the same again.

“Oh, Remus, harder … take me!”

“As you wish, my sweet, little bitch,” he growled, and then slammed into her with a force that rocked the bed, and again he pulled back only to slam home with a loud, brutish grunt.

Hermione screamed his name as he took her impossibly fast with his ramming cock. She would be bruised and sore in the morning, but she didn’t care as she felt her body rushing towards another climax.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back so that her spine was flush against his chest and he continued to thrust. Hard and fast, he fucked her and forced her head back to his shoulder and claimed her lips in a violent, hungry kiss.

A sound seemed to draw his attention but he wouldn’t let her look. He gripped her hair and her hip and thrust harder. “You belong to me,” he growled into her ear, “Say it!”

“I do,” she whimpered and gasped in pleasure as he slammed into her again. “I belong to you,” she cried out when he bit down hard on her shoulder and shuddered as her orgasm ripped through her in molten waves, “Remus!”

“Your mine now,” he whispered against her ear and with one more deep thrust he let out a deep guttural groan and emptied his release in a series of cracked shuddering moans as he held himself inside her pulsing body.

~*~*~

Sirius woke a few moments after Remus pulled Hermione out the door. He looked around confused. Had he fallen asleep? The last thing he remembered was sitting alone with Hermione and Remus. She had been marking papers and he had been watching her. He’d seen the way her eyes watered at the way her past boyfriend has spoken about her and wanted to kill him. He would kill Ron for his words, and then that Bulgarian bastard Krum, as well, just for touching her.

She’d looked so pretty sitting there with her white blouse and that skirt, and when she crossed her legs he could see a dark red garter. Damn she was sexy. He’d wanted to pull her forward on that sofa and fuck her right then and there, not caring if Remus watched or walked out in disgust.

Then … what happened? Remus had pulled something from his pocket, something long like a … a wand.

“Bastard!” Sirius bellowed and jumped to his feet. That bloody werewolf who had been his friend for so long had hexed him. But why’d he do it? And why wasn’t Hermione here with him, trying to wake him, worrying about him, stroking his hair and whispering in his ear until he was well again, the way she had that night?

As he marched angrily out the door and up the hall towards Remus’ private rooms, he wondered at the fact that he was more hurt by Hermione’s desertion than Remus’ hex.

“We both know that you don’t want me tearing my heart out for you.”

That’s what she had said the next morning as she pushed him out the door. “Well she certainly isn’t!” he muttered, “Practically forgot about me right away.”

When he arrived at Remus’ room he muttered the password and made his way through the portrait hole to the bedroom. At the door he paused at the sounds emanating from the room.

“So tight … so sweet … so hot…”

The sound of Remus’ groaning voice set Sirius’ teeth on edge and his temper rose at the realization of who he must be with.

“Oh Remus, harder! Take me.”

The sound of her ecstatic cries made his blood run straight to one, now painfully hard place. He tightened his jaw as he quietly opened the door. That traitor was with ‘Mione – his ‘Mione. After Sirius had told him how he felt about her. And now he was … the scene that met him made his mouth drop wide. He had to tighten his fists to prevent the part rage, part lustful growl that was welling up in his throat.

His perfect, sexy ‘Mione was on her knees clad only in a burgundy bra and garter that clashed wickedly with her creamy white flesh, as that traitorous bastard was behind her, thrusting hard and fast. Grunting, growling, yanking at her long curly hair and nipping at her throat. It was more like they were mating like primates than enjoying a session of sex. For a moment he wondered if Remus was hurting her, but that fear was extinguished when she let out another rapturous cry.

Suddenly Remus’ face turned to him, his eyes glazed with lust and something else, something dark and primal. The werewolf grinned wickedly and thrust harder into the wonton woman in his arms.

He spoke roughly into ‘Mione’s ear, “You belong to me … say it!”

Sirius watched his sweet girl writhe and moan out, “I do … I belong to you.”

Those words on her lips broke something inside the animagus and he immediately turned and left the room. Sirius ran out into the hall and kept running; he changed into dog form and pounded into the cold night.

~*~*~

After their bodies ceased their respective spasms, he gently removed himself from her body and pulled her into his arms. He tenderly kissed her face, her hair and stroked her body lovingly, all the while whispering into her ear his adoration of her.

“Sweet darling,” he breathed, “My sweetheart, you were incredible. So very beautiful, my Hermione.”

Hermione sighed happily and wound her arms around his neck as he leaned down to kiss her.

He ran a finger over the bite mark he’d left on her shoulder and frowned. “Oh, Merlin, Hermione, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you baby?” He looked away from her eyes, ashamed. “I didn’t mean to … I just lost control --” he swore savagely and dropped his head to her shoulder.

Hermione felt him shudder and was shocked to feel the wetness of tears on her chest. “Remus?” she questioned while stroking his hair to lift his face so that she could look into his eyes. “I’m alright Remus,” she smiled at the confusion she saw in his eyes, “Do I look scared or angry or hurt?”

After a moment he shook his head and she was relieved to see a smile touch his lips.

“I … I liked what you did and how you made me feel,” she blushed, but didn’t let herself look away. “I love that you marked me. I know what you are Remus and who you are.”

“But I shouldn’t have …”

She stroked his stubbled cheek and kissed his lips. “I like the dichotomy of man and beast within you, and I am attracted to them both.”

Remus chucked, rested his head on the pillow beside her, and said, “Even your pillow talk is clever.”

They smiled against each other as they kissed languidly, hands caressing and sighs melding. He stroked his hand over her sheer stockings and garter.

“I like this,” he murmured against her lips.

“I wore it for you,” she murmured back and moaned when he rolled onto her, gently parting her thighs with his knee.

“I adore you, Hermione,” he breathed and flicked his tongue around the shell of her ear, “I’m going to have a very hard time letting you go.”

Hermione chuckled and gasped when he slid his thickness, slowly within her again. “You’re going to have an even harder time getting rid of me,” she moaned and lifted her hips to meet his long, slow, thrusts.

He took her slowly, lovingly, kissing her mouth and her eyes and throat, and caressing her thighs and waist. He had shown her the beast and was pleased with her enjoyment and acceptance of that side of him. But now he wanted to show her the man – gentle, loving and affectionate.

As they lay in each other’s arms, while their breaths calmed Remus noticed a worried expression pass over Hermione’s face.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He murmured against her ear.

“I feel bad…You know.” She bit her lip and furrowed her brow. “We just left him there. He will be scared and confused when he wakes up, and what if something happens to him?” She sat up suddenly. “What if he swallows his tongue! Or falls and hits his head on the table!” Her breaths came fast but Remus’ hand on her arm calmed her.

“Darling, he’s going to be fine. That charm was only light and he would have woken a few minutes after we left. He’s probably either stretched out on that couch asleep or he’s made his way to his room.” Remus kissed her lips gently and pushed her back down onto the pillow. “Relax, Hermione and get some sleep.”

They lay in silence for a few moments, Remus stroking her hair and talking to her softly.

“You really care about him, don’t you?” he said quietly, his eyes searching. “More, I mean, then a friend would.”

A single tear made it’s way down her cheek and she nodded. “Are you mad?”

His smile was warm and full of affection as he wiped away her tear. “Never Sweetheart. He tends to have that effect on women.” His kissed her mouth. “But I get the sneaking suspicion that you care about me as well.”

Hermione laughed and nodded again. “You know I do, always have.”

Before she was even aware sleep took over her exhausted body and they slept peacefully till morning in each others arms.