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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
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Adult +
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13
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8,436
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31
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2
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Two
Chapter Two
The rooms Hermione was given were large, ancient as well as filthy. An hour later the bedroom, the study, and the large private bathroom were cleaned within an inch of their lives. She set up the study as she had wanted to over at Grimmwauld Place, but had never been given the opportunity to do. The books that she would need were set the closest to the desk. Among the books that she was given was Regina Ravenclaw’s personal diaries for the first five years that Hogwarts was open.
Hermione was in the middle of reading and taking notes when it felt like she was being watched. She looked up and around the room, but there was no one there. Well, no one that she could see. Casually, she looked at the time and decided that it was time to eat. She called a house elf over and was happy to see Dobby popping into the room with her. Kneeling down, she whispered into the house elf’s ear.
“It would be a pleasure, friend of Harry Potter,” he beamed to her.
“Now what did I tell you? You may call me Hermione,” she told him kindly as she stood up.
The elf blushed. “Thank you, Miss Hermione.”
He vanished and a few minutes later came back with her lunch. She sat down quietly with her food, a fragrant chicken vegetable with barley, and a spinach, beet, and bleu cheese salad with candied pecans and balsamic vinaigrette dressing. Hermione picked up the black pepper, silently charming it to find the person that was watching her. The pepper flew from the jar and straight over to a cloaked figure over who immediately began to sneeze like crazy.
The invisibility cloak was tossed off and the man screamed for her to stop the spell in between the sneezing. Hermione quietly said nox and the man looked over to her as she began to eat her food. She didn’t know the man that was making his way over to where she was sitting, but she wasn’t fearful, as she was certain that the potions master would have him for ingredients if he tried anything. His long shaggy hair was unkempt and his face was covered in a bedraggled beard. The wizard had obviously seen better days, she thought.
“I asked for lunch for two,” she told him, setting the other portion in front of the guest chair in front of her desk. “You’re welcomed to it if you care to join me.”
He looked from her to the food and back to her again. “Severus tells me that you are one of the brightest witches of your age,” he said in a gruff voice as he sat down in the chair across from her.
She paused in what she was doing. “Really? He’s said nothing of the sort before that I’m aware of.” When he looked over to her, she said, “He usually has called me several variations of a know it all, none of them very flattering.”
He grinned to himself, a small twist of his hard lips. “I do believe something of the sort was mentioned as well.”
“My name is Hermione Granger,” she told him.
“I know,” he murmured, but didn’t offer up his name in turn.
She arched her brows, but didn’t say anything else for a time as she ate in silence and thought. When she did speak she asked, “You do have a name?”
“Oh yes, that I do,” he answered. “I have a very prestigious name from a long lived family.”
“Really?” She studied him a moment. “The Blacks? The Crabbes?”
“You honestly expect me to tell you?” he inquired.
“No,” she murmured. “Curiosity has always been something that has been both a gift and a curse of mine.”
He leaned back as he studied her. “Hmm, I’ll tell you this much, I am not closely related to the Crabbes.”
“I should have known,” she said with mild sarcasm. “You were able to complete a sentence.”
This had the man laughing. “Yes, they are a dimwitted lot are they not?”
She studied him a moment. “You could be wearing a glamour.”
He nodded. “That I could, Miss Granger, but then again I might not.” He finished up his meal and watched as she did much the same with her own. “I must be off to see to my own work. If you need any help, I am at your service…”
“Pardon me for interrupting, but two things before you go?” He paused and waited for her to ask. “One, did you hear of Regina Ravenclaw owning a special quill?” He frowned. “She mentions using her favorite quill set from time to time. It was special because her family gave it to her before she left to open the school. The entire set was given to her as a good luck gift and she wrote that it had an inscription on it caring her name as well as the date.” Hermione worried her lower lip. “It might be nothing, it could be a good idea to look into it.” He gave a nod and waited for the next question. “What might I call you so I don’t sound like an ass when I speak to you and am forced to say, ‘hey you’?”
He grinned at her as he walked over until he face was but an inch away from her ear as he breathed, “You may call me anything you wish.” He kissed the shell of her ear, stood up, and strolled out of the room.
Hermione nearly fanned herself after he took his leave. That man may not have been much to look at, but Merlin he had sex appeal by the ton! No one had ever effected her the way this man had and in such a short amount of time.
There had been Ron, but even now she had to admit that the tame affections of a boy were nothing in comparison to the attraction of a man. Sighing she tried to think of anything other than the feel of the man’s lips on her ear or how those same lips could feel on other places on her body—say her breasts or…
Stop it, she ordered herself. You don’t even know his real name! But then again that could be part of the attraction. She always did love a good mystery. True, he may not be good, but he was definitely a mystery she could jump all over. It was then she did fan herself.
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The rooms Hermione was given were large, ancient as well as filthy. An hour later the bedroom, the study, and the large private bathroom were cleaned within an inch of their lives. She set up the study as she had wanted to over at Grimmwauld Place, but had never been given the opportunity to do. The books that she would need were set the closest to the desk. Among the books that she was given was Regina Ravenclaw’s personal diaries for the first five years that Hogwarts was open.
Hermione was in the middle of reading and taking notes when it felt like she was being watched. She looked up and around the room, but there was no one there. Well, no one that she could see. Casually, she looked at the time and decided that it was time to eat. She called a house elf over and was happy to see Dobby popping into the room with her. Kneeling down, she whispered into the house elf’s ear.
“It would be a pleasure, friend of Harry Potter,” he beamed to her.
“Now what did I tell you? You may call me Hermione,” she told him kindly as she stood up.
The elf blushed. “Thank you, Miss Hermione.”
He vanished and a few minutes later came back with her lunch. She sat down quietly with her food, a fragrant chicken vegetable with barley, and a spinach, beet, and bleu cheese salad with candied pecans and balsamic vinaigrette dressing. Hermione picked up the black pepper, silently charming it to find the person that was watching her. The pepper flew from the jar and straight over to a cloaked figure over who immediately began to sneeze like crazy.
The invisibility cloak was tossed off and the man screamed for her to stop the spell in between the sneezing. Hermione quietly said nox and the man looked over to her as she began to eat her food. She didn’t know the man that was making his way over to where she was sitting, but she wasn’t fearful, as she was certain that the potions master would have him for ingredients if he tried anything. His long shaggy hair was unkempt and his face was covered in a bedraggled beard. The wizard had obviously seen better days, she thought.
“I asked for lunch for two,” she told him, setting the other portion in front of the guest chair in front of her desk. “You’re welcomed to it if you care to join me.”
He looked from her to the food and back to her again. “Severus tells me that you are one of the brightest witches of your age,” he said in a gruff voice as he sat down in the chair across from her.
She paused in what she was doing. “Really? He’s said nothing of the sort before that I’m aware of.” When he looked over to her, she said, “He usually has called me several variations of a know it all, none of them very flattering.”
He grinned to himself, a small twist of his hard lips. “I do believe something of the sort was mentioned as well.”
“My name is Hermione Granger,” she told him.
“I know,” he murmured, but didn’t offer up his name in turn.
She arched her brows, but didn’t say anything else for a time as she ate in silence and thought. When she did speak she asked, “You do have a name?”
“Oh yes, that I do,” he answered. “I have a very prestigious name from a long lived family.”
“Really?” She studied him a moment. “The Blacks? The Crabbes?”
“You honestly expect me to tell you?” he inquired.
“No,” she murmured. “Curiosity has always been something that has been both a gift and a curse of mine.”
He leaned back as he studied her. “Hmm, I’ll tell you this much, I am not closely related to the Crabbes.”
“I should have known,” she said with mild sarcasm. “You were able to complete a sentence.”
This had the man laughing. “Yes, they are a dimwitted lot are they not?”
She studied him a moment. “You could be wearing a glamour.”
He nodded. “That I could, Miss Granger, but then again I might not.” He finished up his meal and watched as she did much the same with her own. “I must be off to see to my own work. If you need any help, I am at your service…”
“Pardon me for interrupting, but two things before you go?” He paused and waited for her to ask. “One, did you hear of Regina Ravenclaw owning a special quill?” He frowned. “She mentions using her favorite quill set from time to time. It was special because her family gave it to her before she left to open the school. The entire set was given to her as a good luck gift and she wrote that it had an inscription on it caring her name as well as the date.” Hermione worried her lower lip. “It might be nothing, it could be a good idea to look into it.” He gave a nod and waited for the next question. “What might I call you so I don’t sound like an ass when I speak to you and am forced to say, ‘hey you’?”
He grinned at her as he walked over until he face was but an inch away from her ear as he breathed, “You may call me anything you wish.” He kissed the shell of her ear, stood up, and strolled out of the room.
Hermione nearly fanned herself after he took his leave. That man may not have been much to look at, but Merlin he had sex appeal by the ton! No one had ever effected her the way this man had and in such a short amount of time.
There had been Ron, but even now she had to admit that the tame affections of a boy were nothing in comparison to the attraction of a man. Sighing she tried to think of anything other than the feel of the man’s lips on her ear or how those same lips could feel on other places on her body—say her breasts or…
Stop it, she ordered herself. You don’t even know his real name! But then again that could be part of the attraction. She always did love a good mystery. True, he may not be good, but he was definitely a mystery she could jump all over. It was then she did fan herself.
***
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