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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
36,759
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I'm tired of being sorry
I don't know why
You want to follow me tonight
A couple walking down the road looked up to find out where the music was coming from. All the houses were dark and nothing but the blood moon was to be seen.
When in the rest of the world
With you whom I've crossed and I've quarrelled
Let's me down so
For a thousand reasons that I know
To share forever the unrest
With all the demons I possess
Beneath the silver moon
Inside Number 12 Grimmauld Place, a young witch cried as she stood by the window looking up at the moon.
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
A few hours earlier, her husband had came upon her in an adulterous position with an older man. He raved and rant before raising his fist to her. The older man snarled and dove for the husband. The two men rolled around on the ground throwing punches forgetting that they were wizards, wands laid forgotten on the floor.
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry.
The witch shouted at them to get out. That she didn’t want to see them anymore. That she was filing for divorce.
8th and Ocean Drive
With all the vampires and their brides
We're all bloodless and blind
And longing for a life
Beyond the silver moon
She ran her hand down the side of her neck where she felt a bite mark. Shuddering as she fights off the memory of that night.
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry
I'm standing in the street
Crying out for you
No one sees me
But the silver moon
Violent memories shot through her head. Grabbing her head, she fell to her knees.
So far away – so outer space
I've trashed myself – I've lost my way
I've got to get to you got to get to you
Suddenly the front door crashed open. Her mate, werewolf, stood there. He went to her, took her in his arms.
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
Tilting her head up, he kissed her with all the passion he had. Set her on the floor under him, he began.
I'm tired of being sorry
I'm standing in the street yeah
Crying out for you
No one sees me
But the silver moon
(lalalala till end)
Caress and sweet kisses. Sighs and soft whimpers. She wanted and she needed.
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
And she got it. Soft rustling of cloths. Soft sighs when skin meets skin. She arched her back and received him.
I'm tired of being sorry
I'm standing in the street
Crying out for you
Together they released, crying out together. The werewolf renewed his mark and howled to let the world know.
No one sees me
But the silver moon
You want to follow me tonight
A couple walking down the road looked up to find out where the music was coming from. All the houses were dark and nothing but the blood moon was to be seen.
When in the rest of the world
With you whom I've crossed and I've quarrelled
Let's me down so
For a thousand reasons that I know
To share forever the unrest
With all the demons I possess
Beneath the silver moon
Inside Number 12 Grimmauld Place, a young witch cried as she stood by the window looking up at the moon.
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
A few hours earlier, her husband had came upon her in an adulterous position with an older man. He raved and rant before raising his fist to her. The older man snarled and dove for the husband. The two men rolled around on the ground throwing punches forgetting that they were wizards, wands laid forgotten on the floor.
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry.
The witch shouted at them to get out. That she didn’t want to see them anymore. That she was filing for divorce.
8th and Ocean Drive
With all the vampires and their brides
We're all bloodless and blind
And longing for a life
Beyond the silver moon
She ran her hand down the side of her neck where she felt a bite mark. Shuddering as she fights off the memory of that night.
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry
I'm standing in the street
Crying out for you
No one sees me
But the silver moon
Violent memories shot through her head. Grabbing her head, she fell to her knees.
So far away – so outer space
I've trashed myself – I've lost my way
I've got to get to you got to get to you
Suddenly the front door crashed open. Her mate, werewolf, stood there. He went to her, took her in his arms.
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
Tilting her head up, he kissed her with all the passion he had. Set her on the floor under him, he began.
I'm tired of being sorry
I'm standing in the street yeah
Crying out for you
No one sees me
But the silver moon
(lalalala till end)
Caress and sweet kisses. Sighs and soft whimpers. She wanted and she needed.
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
And she got it. Soft rustling of cloths. Soft sighs when skin meets skin. She arched her back and received him.
I'm tired of being sorry
I'm standing in the street
Crying out for you
Together they released, crying out together. The werewolf renewed his mark and howled to let the world know.
No one sees me
But the silver moon