Table Etiquette

It wasn’t until the next morning -- afternoon, actually-- when the three lovers made their way downstairs in search of food.

“You know, I’m not really that hungry, why don’t we go back to my bedroom and continue our lessons?”

Hermione shook her head at the werewolf. “As tempting as that sounds, Remus, I really could use some food, and since you ate all my ice cream and Severus here ate all the fruit, I am more than slightly starving.”

“You weren’t complaining last night when I was eating the fruit off of that delectable body of yours,” Severus purred in her ear, causing Hermione to blush at the memory.

“I didn’t know you could do that with a piece of cantaloupe.” Remus smirked.

“Me neither.” The witch smiled.

“I can be quite inventive when it suits my desires.”

When they reached the kitchen Hermione opened the door and saw Harry sitting at the table finishing a sandwich. He looked up at them and blushed furiously. They sat there looking at each other for several moments.

“Good afternoon,” he finally said. Severus scowled, Remus looked the other way and Hermione blushed from head to toe. Did they remember to set the Silencing Charm last night?

“Good afternoon, Harry,” Hermione said nervously as she sat down at the table next to the wizard. Memories of the previous night came back to her, but she quickly put them out of her mind. Now was not the time to reminisce.

“I think we need to talk about this,” Remus said as he sat across from Harry.

Severus stayed in the doorway, deciding weather or not his presence was needed or wanted for this discussion. “I need to take care of a few things; I will be back in a few hours.”

Hermione turned and looked up at the pale wizard. “Severus, you don’t have to leave.”

“Trust me, Hermione; I think it would be better if I weren’t here for this conversation.”

Before Hermione or Remus could argue, he left. He and Harry might have come to an understanding, but that didn’t mean that Harry would be keen on the idea of the ex - Death Eater shagging his best friend.

There were a few minutes of complete silence; nobody was sure what to say. Harry was the first to speak.

“Look, I really don’t want to know the details. Everyone is old enough to make their own decisions. I don’t really care what you two do together; I’m not sure how I feel about Professor Snape yet. I actually don’t want to know why he is involved.” He turned to Hermione and grasped her hand off the table and held it tight. “All I want to know is that you are happy.”

Hermione’s eyes soften. “I am happy, Harry. This is still all so new, but I haven’t felt this way in a very long time.’

“Good, because I didn’t like it when you isolated yourself from everyone. I was really started to get worried. I thought Ginny and I were going to have to drag you out of the house and force you to have fun.”

“Like that would have worked,” Remus muttered in with his two cents. Hermione made a face at her lover for that comment.

“The point is, I love you, Hermione, and I care about what happens to you. I don’t ever want to see you in that state again.”

Hermione had tears in her eyes as she got up and hugged him. “I love you too ,Harry,” she whispered.

Remus sat and stared at his former students. He knew they were close, but until that moment, he hadn’t realize what they meant to each other. When Hermione moved in with them, Remus thought it was because she didn’t want to be alone. Now he realized it was because she needed Harry close by to help her.

“You received some mail this morning; it’s on the table in the sitting room,” Harry told her as she was about to sit back down.

“Oh OK, I guess I will go and see who it’s from.” The witch sensed that Harry wanted her to leave for a moment so he could talk to Remus.

As soon as Hermione was out of ear shot, Harry turned to Remus; his green eyes were cool and calm as he addressed the former DADA professor.

“If you or Professor Snape hurt her or make her unhappy I will hunt you both down and kill you.”

Remus’ eyes went wide; he opened his mouth to speak up but Harry held up his hands to stop him.

“Her parents have been putting her through hell for the past three years because they decided to use her in their divorce. They are blaming her for their crumbling marriage and because of what she did before the war, even though she was just trying to keep them safe.”

Remus stared dumbfounded at what Harry just told him; he hadn’t known that Hermione’s parents blamed her for their divorce.

“Now they are trying to get Hermione to take sides. Who knows what will happen if she ever does.”

Harry waited for Remus to digest this new information before he finished what he wanted to say.

“If you two are serious about making my best friend happy, then I wish you all the best, but if you or Severus are using her for your own amusement, I…will…hurt…you.” He spoke those last three words through gritted teeth. He wanted to make sure the werewolf knew that he was very protective of Hermione.

Remus calmly spoke to Harry to make his intentions clear. “Harry, I love Hermione, I know we just started this relationship, but I had fallen in love with her when she moved in with us.”

Harry’s eyebrows rose at this confession.

“She doesn’t know yet. I didn’t want to scare her off, or put her in an awkward position. She is one of the few bright spots in my life right now. I just don’t mean the se...er, what happened last night. Ever since she came into this house, I’ve felt more alive; seeing her every day is something I look forward to. I can’t explain why it happened, I know that I am too old for her but I haven’t felt this way in a long time, not since Tonks.”

Harry saw the tears threatening to spill over as Remus talked about his late wife. Even after seven years, the pains of the events caused by the final battle were still present.

“I know that you would never hurt Hermione, I just not sure that Severus…”

Remus cut him off. “Severus cares for Hermione very deeply. If it weren’t for Hermione, Severus wouldn’t be alive today. He would rather cut of his own arm than hurt her.”

“That good to hear, because she really is going to need your support, especially since one of those letters she got today was from her mother.”

Remus was up and out of his chair before Harry could even blink. He ran to the sitting room to find Hermione.

“I really hope they care for her as much as he says,” Harry whispered as he went to see if Hermione was ok.

Remus found Hermione sitting in a chair staring at the cold fireplace; she had two letters in her hand. He knelt down beside her and took the letters from her stiff fingers.

“They both sent me letters this time. They want me to visit, of course they want me to come on the same day and time. You think they spoke before they sent the letters to see who I would choose to visit first? I can’t take this anymore.”

Remus held the witch as she started to sob. He wished he could take away her pain for good, not just distract her for a few hours. How could two people do this to their own daughter?

Harry looked like he wanted to murder someone. “Unbelievable! You would think they would just leave her alone.”

Harry sat for a few minutes and started to think. Slowly a small smile crept across his face.

“What are you smiling at?” Hermione asked.

“I have an idea.”

“That can’t be good,” Remus interjected.

“Funny. Hermione, I want you to write a letter to your parents telling them you will meet them both at the same time on neutral territory, like a restaurant.”

“Ok, but what will that do, besides give me a huge migraine?” Hermione asked, hoping Harry was going somewhere with this.

The smile on the wizard’s mouth got even wider.

Remus was starting to catch on to what idea Harry had in mind. “Harry, I must say, you had a wicked sense of humor.”

“What are you two on about?” Hermione asked, confused.

“He is suggesting, love, that you introduce your new lovers to your parents,” the werewolf interjected.

Hermione looked from Remus to Harry, then back to Remus; they were both wearing those silly grins on there faces. She couldn’t help herself, and burst out laughing.

“Wait. In order for this to work, we have to make sure that Severus is ok with it, too. I don’t want to put him in an uncomfortable position.”

“At least not yet.” Remus smirked

“I did not need to hear that,” Harry said covering his ears.

Hermione and Remus both laughed harder at Harry.

“Seriously, if we are going to do this, it needs to be done right. Now, the first thing I need to do is eat, because I am starving,” Hermione said, feeling much better that she
wasn’t alone anymore.

*******
One hour later, Hermione found herself back in the comfort of her own room. After having a large lunch, she decided she wanted some time to think about what she wanted to write to her parents. She filled the enormous tub in her private bathroom with bubble and vanilla scented oil. As she slipped into the warm water, she heard the door to her bedroom open.

“Hermione, love, are you in here?” Remus called out.

“I’m in the bathtub, Remus.”

“Are you ok?” he asked. She really hadn’t said anything when she was eating lunch.

“I’m not sure yet,” The witch said.

Remus nodded in understanding. He looked at her in the tub. Gods, she was sexy with her hair piled messily on top of her head and soft scented bubbles floating around her. The water looked so inviting.

“Care for some company, Miss Granger?”

Hermione fluttered her eyelashes and a smile crept across her face. “Why, Mr. Lupin, I would love some company.”

Remus didn’t need to be told twice; he closed the door behind him, placed a quick Silencing Charm on the room, and shed his clothes. He stepped into the tub and sat behind Hermione. As soon as he was comfortably sitting behind her, she scooted back so she was sitting between his legs. She groaned when he started to massage her neck.

“I am glad to see that you are taking our lessons to heart, he said “A bath can be very relaxing.”

“Especially when I have my own private massage therapist,” Hermione breathed as the wizard paid special attention to her shoulders.

Remus started to kiss and nuzzle the special place he’d found last night at. Little sounds of pleasure came out of Hermione’s mouth.

“Do you like that?”

“Mmmmm,” was all Hermione could say as she lost herself in the feeling of Remus’ warm mouth on her moist skin.

One of his hands snaked around to her front and gently squeezed her left breast and pinched her already taut nipple. Hermione’s eyes slipped closed at the sensation. His other hand slipped down between her legs and began to massage her clit. The witch arched her back, pressing her buttocks against his very hard cock. Hermione tilted her head to the side so Remus could claim her mouth.

“Please, Remus, I need more.”

“Anything for you, my beautiful witch.”

As gracefully as she could, Hermione turned around so she was facing Remus. She grabbed his hard member in her hand and started to massage it in her small hands. The werewolf’s eyes slipped closed and his head fell back against the back of the tub. Hermione leaned forward and kissed her way down to his nipples, leaving a trail of goose bumps along the way. A low growl came out of Remus’ mouth as she slipped her mouth over his nipple.

Without warning she lifted up and plunged down on his stiff cock.

Remus’ eyes flew open. “HERMIONE!”

“Yes, my sexy wolf?”

Remus’ eyes turned a slight shade of gold; Moony was pleased to hear the witch’s comment. Though the full moon was still two weeks away, Remus’ wolf impulses were always with him.

Remus grabbed her by the hips and plunged in and out of her velvet channel. Hermione threw her head back and arched her back, giving in to the pleasure that this wizard was granting her.

With the help of the water, Remus was able to thrust in and out the witch with ease. With the added sensations of the water against Hermione’s clit, they both knew it wouldn’t take long before she would climax.

They were so lost in the feel of each other, they failed to notice the water sloshing over the side of the tub and onto the floor.

“Oh gods, I am so close,” Hermione gasped.

“Come for me, my sexy know-it-all,” Remus said as he massaged her clit with his fingers, not realizing that there was very little water left in the tub.

Hermione came with a scream, “REMUS!!”

Remus let out an unearthly howl when her tight sleeve squeezed his pulsing cock and bit down on Hermione’s neck, but not hard enough to break the delicate skin, just a enough to leave a mark.

They sat there for a few minutes in each others arms, caressing and kissing, until Hermione started shivering.

“Um, Remus, where did the water go?”

“Oh, shit,” he said as he looked over the edge of the tub and saw at least an inch of water on the floor.

“Oops.”

Remus disengaged from Hermione and promptly snatched his wand and cleaned up the water with a flick of his wrist. He grabbed a large, fluffy, peach towel from the bar and wrapped Hermione in it before casting a warming charm on her.

He quickly cast a drying spell on her hair and himself before he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He pulled back the covers and gently laid her in the bed.

“How do you know I want to take a nap?” She asked him quizzily

“Because I can see it in your face; you are about to drift off to sleep,” Remus replied

“How do you know it isn’t post-organism bliss?”

“I don’t, but I thought I would take a chance.”

“Thank you,” she said quietly

He crawled into bed with her and ran his fingers through her hair. “You are so beautiful.”

“I’ve never had bathtub sex before.”

“I’m glad that I was your first.”

“Me too,” Hermione whispered as she closed her eyes.

Remus kissed her forehead. “Sleep well, my love,” he whispered before he left her alone so she could rest.

Meanwhile, Harry was on his way to the kitchen to get himself a nice refreshing drink, when he walked through the doorway and slipped on a huge puddle of water on the floor.

“Bloody hell! Where did all this water come from?”

Remus was coming down the stairs when he heard Harry yell. He quickly helped Harry up off the floor.

“Are you OK?”

“I think so; I just slipped on this huge puddle of water.”

Remus didn’t say anything as he cleaned up the water with his wand.

“I think we have a leak somewhere,” Harry said

“Sorry, it came from Hermione’s bathroom. Um, some water spilled over the side of her tub.” Remus said as his cheeks pinked.

Harry shook his head. “Please, don’t explain, I don’t really want to know.”