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CHAPTER 15: Return From Paradise







While Hermione cleaned up the cabin and packed their belongings, Remus went into town to settle things with Angus. They used the excuse that family obligations required their immediate return to London because it was basically the truth. Both were moving in slow motion, neither anxious to give up this little piece of paradise they had found with each other.





When Remus returned he sat on the front step and thought about his next move. He knew what was best for all involved, and he would do what needed to be done, but it was going to be painful. He heard the door open and looked back over his shoulder. Hermione was standing there with the saddest look on her pretty face.





“All set then?” He asked quietly. She didn’t speak; she just nodded her head fearing that if she opened her mouth she would start crying. She had sent the luggage ahead of them to headquarters and all that was left was for them to lock up and disapparate away. He stood up and pulled her onto the step with him. He had his arm wrapped around her waist while he locked the door and put the key under the mat.





Remus could see the tears in her eyes and he tilted her chin up to kiss her. He had never imagined it would be this hard to leave.



“Alright then, back to reality for us.” With a sickening tug in her belly, they disapparated from the step and moments later reappeared just inside the front door of number 12 Grimmuald Place.





“It’s about time you two showed up!” Harry said, running over to embrace Hermione. “It’s over Mione, over. Over , over! We can finally have normal lives.” He released her and looked down into her face. Immediately he could see the pain in her eyes. “What’s the matter?”



“Nothing Harry, I think I’m just a little under the weather.” She said with a slight smile as he pulled her into the living room. She accepted the hugs and welcome backs of her fellow Order members, but she couldn’t stop looking back for Remus. Always, their eyes would meet and he would smile, reassuring her that he was still there.









“I can see things have changed a mite.” Sirius said, watching the exchange of glances.



“I told you not to put us together.” Remus said, watching Hermione as the Weasley twins demonstrated a new sweet that when you put it in your mouth sparks shot from your ears and nose.





“Does she make you happy?” Sirius asked, watching his oldest and dearest friend.





“She does. But you know as well as I do that I am not for her.” Remus said sadly. “I suspect that you had ulterior motives for assigning us together Sirius. I would thank you to stop your meddling, and let it be.” With his hands in his pockets, Remus headed across the room to get a drink.













Hermione should have been thrilled to be reunited with her friends and she felt like an ass because her heart was back in a little cottage. She was sitting on the edge of the mattress in her old room staring out the window at the unusually clear night sky. Several stars twinkled over head with nary a cloud in sight. From the moment they had stepped foot in the presence of the order, she had sensed him retreating.





She loved him, so much that it was aching inside her to be separated from him now. She looked over at the wall that divided their rooms and wished she could walk through it. She supposed she could transfigure a door, but would she be welcomed?





She heard the rattling of her doorknob and stood up, turning just in time to see Remus slipping through the door and closing it behind him. She could hear Mrs. Black cursing in the hallway before the door closed and Remus turned the lock. Hermione was across the room and in his arms within seconds, her face buried in his chest as she hugged him tight.





“This is hell Remus.” Her words were muffled by his robes. He brushed her hair back from her face and looked down at her.





“I couldn’t stay away from you tonight.” He whispered before his lips took possession of hers. It was a bittersweet, almost desperate kiss. Hermione shoved his robes and jacket from his shoulders and tugged at his tie. She missed the casually dressed Remus, he was easier to get naked.



Remus pulled back long enough to loosen the tie before returning to devour her mouth. He loved her eager, almost wild passion for him, he had never thought to have that from anyone. His shirt landed on the floor, minus several buttons as she grew impatient halfway down and just tore the garment open. She was easy enough to unclothe since she wore only that red nightshirt that had tormented him so their first night in Ireland.





Hermione backed slowly towards the bed, her lips locked to his, her tongue inside his mouth. She pulled away abruptly when the back of her knees hit the bed and they buckled and she fell onto the edge of the mattress. Her grip on his belt kept her from falling backwards. She leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his stomach, kissing, licking and nibbling at the lean muscled flesh. She tugged the belt free and popped the button. When she lowered the zipper she wasted no time shoving his trousers and boxers over his hips to tangle at his ankles. He toed off his shoes and kicked the clothing aside.





“Damn it!” Hermione gripped him tight around the base and opened her mouth over his tip without warning. His fingers tangled in her curls as she slid her lips over him, her fist pumping steadily over the flesh she could not take into her wet mouth. At any other time he would have happily let her continue on to the desired conclusion, but not this night. He needed to be inside her, to feel that connection with her again and find out if it was as intense as he remembered or if it was just an illusion brought on by their seclusion.



“No more.” He said, cupping her cheeks and pulling back. “Scoot back.”







Hermione moved back on the bed as Remus moved over her. His lips journeyed over her shoulders and chest. He caressed and kissed her breasts, suckling gently on her nipples as he slipped his hand between her thighs. She cried out when his fingers opened her sensitized flesh and stroked through the slick folds.





“Shhh, the walls are thin, you don’t want to have everyone running in here….” He was laughing softly, he enjoyed how vocal she was when they made love, thrilled with the screams and moans that said he was pleasing her. He had never been a particularly sexual person, at least not until her, and he knew he would miss her when he was gone.





“I can’t….when you put your hands on me I can’t help it….Oh god, do that again Remus!” He smiled and slipped his fingers back into her dripping sex. She arched her hips into his touch, moaning softly when he licked and sucked her nipples, alternating between the two. “So help me Remus if you continue I will scream this bloody place to the ground.” She was digging her fingers into his back as he moved over her. With one, quick thrust he was deep inside her . She arched her neck and cried out. Remus put his hand over her mouth, watching her face with slight amusement as he began to thrust inside her, the old, rickety bed frame rocking beneath them.





“I’m going to move my hand, but you have to be quiet….” He should have cast a silencing spell over the room, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from her and reach for his wand that was now somewhere on the floor in the pile of his clothing.





“Remus…don’t stop.” Her hands slid lower and cupped over his backside, pulling him further inside her until there was no possible way for him to go any deeper. He was moving hard and fast inside her. The bed actually moved, scraping over the wood floor as he pounded into her. “More! Oh god…..” She was trying to keep her voice down, but it was so hard to manage with the pressure building low in her belly.





“Hold on to me.” He pressed his lips to hers when he felt the burning pleasure of the swelling at the base of his cock. The pressure of being filled and stretched so fully was enough to send Hermione over the edge and she screamed into his mouth as she convulsed around him. His own, low growl accompanied her as he came inside her again and again, locked tight within her heated passage.











Harry was exhausted as he walked down the hallway towards his room, ignoring the swearing tirade of Mrs. Black beneath the black shroud thrown over her portrait. How he wished he could cant a silencing spell on her. He stopped when he heard something like a growl come from Hermione’s room. Curious he stepped up to knock.





“Don’t bother her, Harry.” Sirius said as he rounded the corner.





“She said she wasn’t feeling well and I heard an odd noise, maybe she’s sick.” He said, obviously concerned. Sirius thought it was interesting that he would automatically leap to the conclusion that she was ill. Her friends really did not see her as anything other than just one of the guys.





“She’s fine Harry, let her be.” Just then a loud giggle, followed by a groan came through the door and Harry’s face took on a clearly confused expression. “Run along to bed, you’ll see her in the morning.” Harry looked back at the door for a moment, then walked down the hall to his room. Sirius heard the soft sound of Remus’s laughter and smiled. He sensed that things were going to get rocky, but he knew that this was the right thing for the two of them; it was just going to take a little time.











Remus dressed quietly in the early morning light, careful not to wake her. He leaned over and kissed her cheek softly.



“I do love you. I hope one day you will forgive me and understand I did not want to do this, I have to.” Without looking back he left her room and then the house, walking away from the only bit of happiness he had ever known.









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DON’T HURT ME! I promise, I always write happy endings! I require them in order for my world to stay a happy place LOL……but I also need a little drama……..and hey, I gave you chapter after chapter of smut to make up for it LOL