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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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4,541
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98
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Leaving the Library
Leaving the library
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me and I am not making any money off it.
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“Remus.” He enlightens you.
“How fitting for this part of the library. Let me guess, your brother’s name is Romulus?”
“It was, yes.” He tells you quietly and you notice he does not want to go further into this subject. Maybe that wasn’t the best question, considering that it looks like his brother is dead now.
“Sorry.” You mutter and hug him a bit tighter.
He nods in acknowledgement and his mood lightens, “So, you always snog people before asking their name?” he asks and smirks devilishly at you.
You blush and rake your mind for a good and plausible answer but he helps you out.
“Not that I object, mind you. I was just curious if it’s your normal way of attack or if I just got lucky.”
“I didn’t attack you,” you inform him in a dignified manner but nevertheless swat him on the shoulder. “I was hoping that Creevey-boy doesn’t recognise me and start one of his pathetic shooting sessions on the spot. I’ve had quite enough of them, thank you very much.”
“Colin Creevey?” he questions
“Do you know that pathetic git that sleeps with his camera around the neck?”
“Yeah,” he informs you nonchalantly, “I taught him Defence against the Dark Arts in his second year.”
Your mind starts working furiously as you remember a conversation with Seamus who told you that the best Defence against the Dark Arts he ever had was during his third year – which was Colin’s second – but the teacher had to leave as he was found out to be a werewolf. What had his name been again?
“Remus Lupin?” you interrogate tentatively.
“Yes.” He is quite surprised and his demeanour stiffens in realisation, “the werewolf.” He falls quiet and waits.
“Are you waiting for something?” you are quite amused by his odd behaviour.
His brow furrows before he speaks silently, “Yes, now’s the time for you to jump up and run screaming from this place.” He looks sad underneath his strong façade and his smile doesn’t reach his eyes.
You can’t help it. You laugh. The sound reverberates from the high ceilings and you can hear some irritated huffs and even some “be quiet’s” from other current inhabitants of the library. Controlling your outburst you look into his hurt eyes while gently stroking his cheek with your thumb.
“Why would I do such a thing?” you ask softly.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because it’s the normal reaction I get.” You notice he desperately wants to get away but is to much of a gentleman to push you off. Good.
“Well, consider me abnormal, but I’m quite intrigued.”
He stares at you like you had just informed him that it was quite normal to find pink butterflies happily flapping their wings around in hell.
“You’re not scared?” his voice is a mere whisper.
“Nah,” you brush it off, “Tell you the truth, Creevey’s damn camera is more frightening than the thought that I just had the best snog of my life with a werewolf.” Oops, someone wasn’t thinking. Who was that again? RIGHT, you of course. You clap your hand over your mouth while your eyes grow wide and your face is burning.
At least your embarrassment has the effect of sending Remus out of his self-protective mode and he smirk at you again. “Best snog ever, eh?” he sounds too self-satisfied for his own good.
“Don’t sound so damn smug, it doesn’t suit you.” You scold him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
He ignores the statement and pulls your arms around his neck and your body closer to his. Every inch of torso touching feels like it is burning and you sigh silently when he wraps his arms around your waist again and whispers into you ear, “and I haven’t even started properly yet.”
His hot breath on the sensitive skin of your ear makes you shiver and he chuckles lightly before licking the shell of it again. Meanwhile his hands travel up the inside of your shirt, caressing the bare skin of your back. Merlin, you want this wizard more than your compulsory coffee in the morning. He makes you feel like putty in his very, very skilled hands. What’s the Muggle sentence for indecent behaviour in a public place again? Bugger, can’t be that bad. These feelings outweigh it easily.
His fingers are running along the line of your bra and he is placing chaste little kisses along your jaw line. When he reaches your pulse and sucks on it fairly hard he is still able to elicit a moan from your lips and you can feel yourself getting wet with arousal for him. Reluctantly he places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you back gently.
“I think we better stop now.” He tells you and your facial expression quickly lets him add, “I might just be enjoying myself to much and the way you smell, I might loose my control.”
Rewind, repeat. The way you smell? What exactly is he indicating? The smell of your shampoo or perfume? Or … oh Merlin, with his werewolf senses he must be able to smell your arousal. Can you say: awkward? Yep, you certainly can. And embarrassed, uncomfortable, self-conscious, ill at ease and by his waiting look also tongue-tied by now. Anything missing?
“Right, yes, ok,” damn, what is wrong with you, you are usually the last person to stammer but this fine man is capable of doing just that to you.
“So, what are you doing when you are finished here?” he asks while you finally move off his lap and sit back down next to him reluctantly. Very reluctantly.
You smile at him thankfully, “I don’t know, maybe you have an idea for me?” you ask innocently.
“Well, how about you get to know more about the best snog of your life than his name?”
“Well, I also know you’re a werewolf, but if you feel I’ve missed some important parts, I’d be happy to join you.”
“Excellent. Just let me know when you’re ready.”
“Oh, ok.” Was he mad? Sitting here or going somewhere more pre wie with him? You are as ready as you could get. “Since you saved me by informing me about this book, I guess I’m ready.” Ah, the smart arse in you just can’t shut it. You smirk up at him suggestively.
Without further ahe she stands anlls lls you with him. Both of you leave the library, you following his lead. Remus brings you to a secluded area and apparates you to the front of an old house. Taking your hand, he leads you inside while gesturing with a finger on your mouth to stay quiet. He leads you up a flight of stairs and into a room to which he closes the door silently before putting a silencing spell on it. Ah, at least the man doesn’t waste any time. Turning around he smiles.
“You can talk now. There is an old portrait downstairs of this old bat. If she hears any noise, she’ll scream into next week. Unfortunately, we haven’t been able to remove her for quite some time now.”
“Where are we?”
“In the Black\'s House. More specifically in my room.”
“Good,” you tell him while sauntering over to him, making sure to sway your hips just a little bit more tactuactually necessary while crossing your fingers that you won’t fall flat on your face. Now that would be embarrassing.
“That saves us finding it in a hazed state.” You pull his head down to continue what you started in the library.
His hands snake around your waist again to pull you into his body. You mould together perfectly while his tongue runs over your lips and nudges them apart.
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TBC.
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me and I am not making any money off it.
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“Remus.” He enlightens you.
“How fitting for this part of the library. Let me guess, your brother’s name is Romulus?”
“It was, yes.” He tells you quietly and you notice he does not want to go further into this subject. Maybe that wasn’t the best question, considering that it looks like his brother is dead now.
“Sorry.” You mutter and hug him a bit tighter.
He nods in acknowledgement and his mood lightens, “So, you always snog people before asking their name?” he asks and smirks devilishly at you.
You blush and rake your mind for a good and plausible answer but he helps you out.
“Not that I object, mind you. I was just curious if it’s your normal way of attack or if I just got lucky.”
“I didn’t attack you,” you inform him in a dignified manner but nevertheless swat him on the shoulder. “I was hoping that Creevey-boy doesn’t recognise me and start one of his pathetic shooting sessions on the spot. I’ve had quite enough of them, thank you very much.”
“Colin Creevey?” he questions
“Do you know that pathetic git that sleeps with his camera around the neck?”
“Yeah,” he informs you nonchalantly, “I taught him Defence against the Dark Arts in his second year.”
Your mind starts working furiously as you remember a conversation with Seamus who told you that the best Defence against the Dark Arts he ever had was during his third year – which was Colin’s second – but the teacher had to leave as he was found out to be a werewolf. What had his name been again?
“Remus Lupin?” you interrogate tentatively.
“Yes.” He is quite surprised and his demeanour stiffens in realisation, “the werewolf.” He falls quiet and waits.
“Are you waiting for something?” you are quite amused by his odd behaviour.
His brow furrows before he speaks silently, “Yes, now’s the time for you to jump up and run screaming from this place.” He looks sad underneath his strong façade and his smile doesn’t reach his eyes.
You can’t help it. You laugh. The sound reverberates from the high ceilings and you can hear some irritated huffs and even some “be quiet’s” from other current inhabitants of the library. Controlling your outburst you look into his hurt eyes while gently stroking his cheek with your thumb.
“Why would I do such a thing?” you ask softly.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because it’s the normal reaction I get.” You notice he desperately wants to get away but is to much of a gentleman to push you off. Good.
“Well, consider me abnormal, but I’m quite intrigued.”
He stares at you like you had just informed him that it was quite normal to find pink butterflies happily flapping their wings around in hell.
“You’re not scared?” his voice is a mere whisper.
“Nah,” you brush it off, “Tell you the truth, Creevey’s damn camera is more frightening than the thought that I just had the best snog of my life with a werewolf.” Oops, someone wasn’t thinking. Who was that again? RIGHT, you of course. You clap your hand over your mouth while your eyes grow wide and your face is burning.
At least your embarrassment has the effect of sending Remus out of his self-protective mode and he smirk at you again. “Best snog ever, eh?” he sounds too self-satisfied for his own good.
“Don’t sound so damn smug, it doesn’t suit you.” You scold him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
He ignores the statement and pulls your arms around his neck and your body closer to his. Every inch of torso touching feels like it is burning and you sigh silently when he wraps his arms around your waist again and whispers into you ear, “and I haven’t even started properly yet.”
His hot breath on the sensitive skin of your ear makes you shiver and he chuckles lightly before licking the shell of it again. Meanwhile his hands travel up the inside of your shirt, caressing the bare skin of your back. Merlin, you want this wizard more than your compulsory coffee in the morning. He makes you feel like putty in his very, very skilled hands. What’s the Muggle sentence for indecent behaviour in a public place again? Bugger, can’t be that bad. These feelings outweigh it easily.
His fingers are running along the line of your bra and he is placing chaste little kisses along your jaw line. When he reaches your pulse and sucks on it fairly hard he is still able to elicit a moan from your lips and you can feel yourself getting wet with arousal for him. Reluctantly he places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you back gently.
“I think we better stop now.” He tells you and your facial expression quickly lets him add, “I might just be enjoying myself to much and the way you smell, I might loose my control.”
Rewind, repeat. The way you smell? What exactly is he indicating? The smell of your shampoo or perfume? Or … oh Merlin, with his werewolf senses he must be able to smell your arousal. Can you say: awkward? Yep, you certainly can. And embarrassed, uncomfortable, self-conscious, ill at ease and by his waiting look also tongue-tied by now. Anything missing?
“Right, yes, ok,” damn, what is wrong with you, you are usually the last person to stammer but this fine man is capable of doing just that to you.
“So, what are you doing when you are finished here?” he asks while you finally move off his lap and sit back down next to him reluctantly. Very reluctantly.
You smile at him thankfully, “I don’t know, maybe you have an idea for me?” you ask innocently.
“Well, how about you get to know more about the best snog of your life than his name?”
“Well, I also know you’re a werewolf, but if you feel I’ve missed some important parts, I’d be happy to join you.”
“Excellent. Just let me know when you’re ready.”
“Oh, ok.” Was he mad? Sitting here or going somewhere more pre wie with him? You are as ready as you could get. “Since you saved me by informing me about this book, I guess I’m ready.” Ah, the smart arse in you just can’t shut it. You smirk up at him suggestively.
Without further ahe she stands anlls lls you with him. Both of you leave the library, you following his lead. Remus brings you to a secluded area and apparates you to the front of an old house. Taking your hand, he leads you inside while gesturing with a finger on your mouth to stay quiet. He leads you up a flight of stairs and into a room to which he closes the door silently before putting a silencing spell on it. Ah, at least the man doesn’t waste any time. Turning around he smiles.
“You can talk now. There is an old portrait downstairs of this old bat. If she hears any noise, she’ll scream into next week. Unfortunately, we haven’t been able to remove her for quite some time now.”
“Where are we?”
“In the Black\'s House. More specifically in my room.”
“Good,” you tell him while sauntering over to him, making sure to sway your hips just a little bit more tactuactually necessary while crossing your fingers that you won’t fall flat on your face. Now that would be embarrassing.
“That saves us finding it in a hazed state.” You pull his head down to continue what you started in the library.
His hands snake around your waist again to pull you into his body. You mould together perfectly while his tongue runs over your lips and nudges them apart.
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TBC.