Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Dumbledore watched Remus watch Hermione walk out the door to go back to her room, not missing the look of longing on his old friends face. He’d never know Lupin to look at anyone the way he was looking at the departing Miss Granger. He found it very interesting. Very interesting, indeed.

Remus took a deep breath and shook himself out of his stupor when the door closer quietly behind her. Noticing Albus looking at him, he smiled and gestured to the chair that Hermione had just vacated. Albus sat down and looked at Remus a few minutes without saying anything. When Remus shifted uncomfortably, the headmaster blinked and smiled.

“So,” he said, “How are things going with Miss Granger? Is she making any progress in dealing with all that has happened?”

They discussed Hermione and a few other things for about an hour until Dumbledore realized the time and bid Lupin good-night. As he was walking out the door, he said, “You might want to check your pensive. I do believe Miss Granger accidentally dropped one of her memories in it”

Lupin couldn’t help but notice and wonder about the amusement he heard in the old mans’ voice. Frowning, he pulled out his wand and stirred the memories around in his pensive, trying to find one he didn’t recognize as his own. Poking at one he knew he didn’t put in there, he felt his eyes go wide when it floated into the air and began to play out in minute detail. Sucking in a harsh, shallow breath, he leaned forward, transfixed by the sight in front of him.

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After Hermione left Lupin’s rooms, she headed to her own. Sitting down on her bed, she began to add a few more memories. After all she could think of at the moment, she sat and pondered for a bit, but was interrupted by a knock on her door. Getting up, she opened the door and to see Harry and Ron and Ginny standing there.

Smiling, she bade them inside. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Well, we came to see how you were doing, and wondering if the pensive has helped any?” Ron asked.

“Yes, actually, it’s cleared my mind up a lot. I feel like I have more room up there. Come on, we can sit around and reminisce about all the adventures we’ve had.”

All four of them piled onto Hermione’s bed with the pensive sitting between them. When they were all settled, Hermione began pulling memories up. They sat and laughed and talked about all the trouble ’the golden trio’ had and could have gotten into. Ginny was surprised to be some of her in there. When they noticed Hermione getting tired, they said they’d see her later and left.

Staring at her pensive, she decided there was one memory that she wanted to look at again. One she hadn’t been able to look at with her friends in the room with her. No telling what they would think, or do if they ever found out about it. She searched and searched, but couldn’t find it. Then with a gasp, it dawned on her what she had done. Locking her pensive in her wardrobe and charming it to make sure no one could open and find it, she raced out of her room and ran back down to Prof. Lupin’s room.

She was in such a state of nervousness that she didn’t even think to know and just barged into his room, completely unprepared for the sight that greeted her. There, still in his chair, Lupin sat with his robes open, one hand wrapped around his private bits, watching her missing memory over and over. The memory of how he had helped her at his house the day she nearly ripped Sirius’s clothes off and had her way with him.

She starred in silent fascination as he threw his head back, eyes closed, body straining , his cock swelling even more beneath his hands’ ministrations. Watched as, with a guttural grown, he arched his back further, and white pearly fluid shot out and ran down his hand. Watched as his he sank down into his chair, his breathing labored. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away as her body reacted and felt like it was going up in flames. She let out a small whimper.

Jerking at the sound, Remus noticed her stand there, starring, a heated look in her eyes. Swearing beneath his breath, he muttered a cleansing spell, pulled his robes together and stood up. Moving slowly toward her, he held out his hands, as if to ward off a blow she might deliver him any minute. Stopping in front of her, he gently called her name.

“Hermione,” he whispered. When she only looked at him, and that whimper escaped her again, he tried again.

“Hermione. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have seen that. Hell, I shouldn’t have done that. But a man can only take so much before he bursts. And I’ve wanted you for so long, but kept my distance, knowing there was no chance. I don’t blame you if you hate me, now. And I’ll understand if you march straight to Dumbledore and tell him everything. I’d deserve everything that man, and anyone else would do to me.”

He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts, not even sure if she had heard him or not. She was still starring at him with that weird gleam in her eyes. He opened his mouth to say something more, but Hermione beat him to it. “Oh, Remus, do shut up,” And before he could utter anther word, or brace his self for the whatever the young which was going to do to punish him, she threw herself into his arms and slammed her mouth down on his.

Shocked at first, he stood stock still. When she moved against him, growling when he wouldn’t kiss her back, he locked his arms around her and crushed her to him, deepening the kiss. Hermione let out a small moan when his tongue slipped inside her mouth to mate with hers. She had never tasted anything like him, nor he her. Before he could stop himself, he carried her to the couch and laid her down, not breaking the kiss, and came down on top of her.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips and tongue down her jaw to her neck, giving little bites, but leaving no marks, then laving the spot with his tongue to ease any ache this teeth might have caused. He shifted his body resting his hips between her thighs. When she let out another moan at the feel of his newly aroused sex nestled so snugly where she wanted him most, Lupin lifted his head and came back to his senses. Realizing what he was doing, and who he was doing it with , he started get off her. She wrapped her legs around his back to keep him there.

“Hermione,” he said, desperation in his voice. “We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s gone to far all ready.”

“Please. Please. This ache is nothing compared to what I felt that day back at your house. And you’re the only one I trust to help me with it. Everyone else would take advantage.” Noting the desperation in her voice, and her eyes brimming with unshed tears, he let out another expletive and claimed her lips once more. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but she was right. Everyone else would take advantage of her in this state. And he knew he if he ever found out about it, he’d go berserk.

Throwing all inhibitions to the wind, he dropped his full weight upon her. With one hand wrapped tightly around her hair to hold her steady for the assault of his mouth, he ground his erection into her, rubbing in exactly the right spot. When he nails scored his back, he ground his self against her harder, causing her to cry out around his mouth.

Her orgasm burst over her unexpectedly. Tearing her mouth away from his, she screamed as her body burst apart. She continued to rock herself against him, riding out the aftershocks. She felt Lupin stiffen against her, softly calling out her name as he released his seed inside his robes. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily again. After relearning how to breath, he sat up at the end of the couch, next to her feet, not looking at her.

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

“For what? For saving me from making a fool of myself again? For saving me the humiliation of going to the common room and finding who knows who and doing something stupid with them? I’m not the least bit sorry. I trust you not to let me lose my head, or if do, to bring me back to myself.”

He looked at her and gave her what sounded like a confession. “And what happens if I lose my head? Like I told you before, there’s only so much a man can take.” Silently, to his self, he said, ‘And there’s only so much a man can take when it come to the women he’s deeply in love with.’

“Remus,” she said softly. “I’ve always respected you and trusted you. Well, with the exception of a few minutes in third year when we still thought Sirius to be guilty. And I still trust and respect you. And that’s going to change any time soon. But I can see I’m not going to be changing your mind any time soon, either, so I think I’ll head back up to my room, and try to get some sleep.”

She got up and started out the door. He called her back.

“Um, Hermione, would you like your memory back? I believe that is the reason you came down here in the first place.”

Hermione gave him a small smile and said, “That’s all right, you keep it.” Then she closed the door behind her and headed back to bed, not seeing the tall man with a long beard, a twinkle in his blue eyes, and a small smile on his face standing in the shadows, thinking it was about time that his friend finally found someone who cared about him as much as he cared about her, weather she knew it yet or not.

WOW! two chapters in one day. There ya go, a lil light smut. Will have more coming up in a few chapters or so.