Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Okay, peeps, here’s the next chapter. And some much awaited smut. Lol. Oh, and Aunt Bijou, thank you for that review. It cracked me up, I was laughing soooo hard. And it makes it even funnier because it’s true. Some of the things the spell checkers come up with are so off-the-wall crazy. It makes you want to look the words up in the dictionary to see if they really do mean anything, lol. So, as I said, here’s the next chapter.


The days following the ball, Hermione was a bit subdued. She didn’t know what to think about her dance with Remus. And she certainly didn’t know what to say about it when people asked her about it. The worst was Ron, Harry and Ginny.

Right after the ball had ended, all three of them ended up in her room, demanding, “What was that about,” at the same time. But how did you tell your best friends that their once upon a time DADA teacher was in love with you, and that you were starting to fall in love with him. And that you had an extreme sexual attraction to him that was getting harder and harder to fight day by day?

Or even worse, that you had all ready had sexual contact with him? In the very school they attended, under the nose of one of the greatest wizards to ever live, Albus Dumbledore? It was not a situation Hermione had ever thought to find herself in. She honestly didn’t know what to think about it. Or what to do about it.

So, she told everyone that asked that it was nothing. It was just a dance, and she didn’t see what the big deal was. Hadn’t they ever seen two people dancing before? Yes, of course they had, they answered. They’d just never two people dance the way they did. Like they were the only ones there. That no one else in the world existed. She laughed them off and told them they were seeing things. She was glad that it was coming up on the next full moon and she would be leaving soon. She wasn’t really all that comfortable with all the attention she was getting. And it was made worse by the fact that everyone knew she would be spending her week with Lupin. Her face flaming at some of the suggestions that were being made, she was glad when it was time to leave.


Saying her good-byes to her friends, among all the cat-calls, she headed out to the gates of the school to leave. She was met by a very nervous looking Remus Lupin. Guess he wasn’t fairing any better than her from all the questions being asked. He didn’t say anything to her as he wrapped his arms around her and apparated them to his house.

He let go of her, and looked down at her. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He gave an inelegant snort. “Seems like I’m always saying sorry and that I shouldn’t have done something.”

She gave him a small smile. “It’s all right, Remus. There was no harm done. Everyone will get over it. Sooner or later, something else will happen, and they’ll forget all about us as they gossip about the next big Hogwarts scandal. Merlin knows there’s enough of them that happen at that school.” She tried to make a small joke, hoping to see him smile. She had noticed the small flicker of hurt in his eyes when she had said no harm done. She had a feeling, though, that some harm had been done. She just didn’t know what.

But Remus did. His heart was breaking. To have her so close, to have her in his arms, and she just walked away. Shaking himself mentally, he waved his arm toward the house. She turned and walked up the drive, him following on her heels. It was going to be a long next few days.

The rest of the day was passed in relative silence. Both going about their own business. When Sirius arrived, Hermione went up to her room. She was still embarrassed about attacking him and making a fool of herself.


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Hermione made herself sleep in the next day, knowing it wouldn’t be too much longer before she was locked in the basement like a common criminal. Well, that was how she felt anyway. In her heart she knew it to be untrue, but was having a fine time trying to convince her mind of that fact.

At around noon, she finally decided to drag herself out of bed. Dressing in the oldest cloths she could find, she went downstairs for lunch.

“Afternoon.” She said as she entered the kitchen. Sirius and Lupin were sitting at the table, both reading. Sirius had a copy of the Daily Prophet and Lupin was reading some book. They both mumbled something, which she assumed was a hello. Guess they were too engrossed in their reading.

Throwing Remus a rather rude look, she went to the fridge and got out a bottle of water, unaware that Remus saw the look out of the corner of his eye. How could he not when he noticed everything she did. He watched her covertly as she opened the bottle and put it to her lips. Watched as her lips wrapped around the top, almost groaning aloud, and tipped the bottle up, swallowing the refreshing liquid. Watched as she lowered the bottle, and seen a drop quivering on her lower lip. He almost shot out of the chair and used his own tongue to catch the drop.

He grunted and gave Sirius a death glare as he felt a sharp pain to his shin. The little git had kicked him.

“Are you okay, Remus?” Hermione asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. Sirius just kicked me.”

“Why did you do that?”

“I didn’t mean to,” he said with innocence that neither of them believed. “It was an accident. I moved my foot, and his leg just happened to be there.”

“Whatever you say.” She said, as she left.

“What was that for?” Lupin asked angrily.

“I was preventing you from jumping out of your chair and jumping on her.” He said dryly.

“Well, next time, choose a different way. You know, like say my name, maybe?”

Sirius smirked at him and went back to reading the paper. Though why, he had no idea. There was nothing interesting in it anyway.

As night approached, Hermione followed Lupin and Sirius down to the basement.

“This time, we can share the room, so you won’t be alone, and I might be able to stop you from harming yourself.”

“Are you sure it’s safe?”

“Yes, I’m sure. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Nodding, she went into the little room. If he said it was safe, then it was safe. Sirius locked the door after both of them were in, and locked the door. He took one last look at them and left.

All too soon, the change happened. Two werewolves stared at each other. Slowly, they made their way slowly to each other and sniffed, then turned and went to their own separate corners and laid down.

After a while, Hermione started growling and moving around. The wolfsbane wasn’t completely working yet. Lupin got up and tried to comfort her. Getting her calmed down enough to where she wouldn’t herself, he laid down next to her. She was quit the rest of the night.

Morning found them, still like that, laying together, his arm around her waist.

But what woke him was the feel of her moving against him. She was still sleeping, he could tell, but she was having some sort of dream. And the way she was moving and whimpering in her sleep, he just hoped it was him she was dreaming of. He froze when he heard her say his name softly.

“Hermione.” He said gently, trying to wake her before he did something stupid. Though he couldn’t make himself let go of her just yet.

He shook her slightly, trying to wake her. He felt her body tense when she did, realizing the precarious position they were in. They were both naked, and from what she could tell, he was very happy to be where he was. If the hard object pocking her in the back was any indication.

She relaxed her muscles, bit by bit.
“Morning.” She said, though she didn’t move away.

“Morning.” He said back, as he started to stroke her arm. He just couldn’t help himself.

His hand brushed up against the side of her breast, and she let out a low moan. His groin jerked at the sound. Deciding it was about time he acted bravely, no matter the consequences, he did it again. When she didn’t stop him, he curved his hand around, stroking the nipple with his thumb. She arched into his hand.

Taking this as a sign of encouragement, he laid his lips against her throat and placed little kisses along her neck.

“Hermione.” He whispered her name like a plea.

She turned in his arms. “Remus, please.” Grabbing his hair in her hands, she jerked his head up to hers and planted her lips on his.

He kissed her slow and deep, running his hands up and down her back. He rolled her over, moving his hand back to her breast. Squeezing and tugging on her nipple, he gave the same attention to the other one before moving his hand down her stomach, into the soft curls at the junction of her thighs. Separating her tender folds, he worked his fingers in just the right spot, bring her to climax. She screamed into his mouth.

He was still rubbing her lightly when she slid her hand down and wrapped it around his aching, throbbing cock. Pulling his lips away from her mouth, he let out a harsh groan. Moving her hand away from him before he made a fool of himself, he rolled her onto her back. Dipping his head down, he captured a nipple, pulling hard and laving it with his tongue, settling himself between her legs.

Realizing what he was doing, he stopped.

“Hermione, we can’t do this. I told you before, werewolves mate for life.”

“I don’t care. If you stop now, I’m going to kill you.” She gasped.

Knowing it was wrong, he captured her lips again as he slid into her. Pausing when he felt her barrier. He couldn’t believe she was gifting him with this.

Edging back slightly, he trust forward, breaking through. He stopped when he was fully seated in her warmth. Kissing her tenderly, he looked into her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s all right. The pain is starting to go away.”

She gave an experiment push with her own hips, and gasped at the sensation it caused.

Smiling down at her, he drew back, and pushed back in. Seeing the look in her eyes, he knew she enjoyed it. Closing the distance between them again, he kissed her. Sliding his tongue deep, capturing her sigh as he pulled out and pushed back in.

Picking up a rhythm, he held her to him as he rocked his hips against hers. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she took her deeper, causing both the let out a ragged moan.

Both of their breathing labored, Lupin reached down between them and found the little nub hidden in her folds. Rubbing it, he was determined to give her release before he found his own. Without warning, her body started to convolved as her orgasm ripped through her. Crying out her release, the walls gripping him so tightly, gripped him tighter, bringing on his own release. Emptying himself into her, he rested on top of her, his weight slightly to the side so he didn’t crush her.

They rested there for a few minutes, trying to relearn how to breathe. Before any of them could say anything, they heard the door to the basement open. Heralding Sirius’s arrival to unlock the doors and let them out.


Ok, well, that’s it for this chapter. It could have been better, but I was trying to get it out as soon as possible, since it’s been a few days since the last one.