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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
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Adult +
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6
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10,442
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The light streamed in through the grimy windows of Grimauld Place and Hermione woke up with an unaccustomed weight on her chest. Her eyelids fluttered open slightly and she realized the unaccustomed weight happened to be a toned muscular arm, attached to a toned muscular male.
She could feel him breathing softly against her neck, her legs entwined with his and oh yes, as she peeked below the covers, they were both as naked as the day they were born. She closed her eyes again. Oh god, she was in bed with Remus Lupin, her ex professor, a man twenty years her senior. All because of fleeing from Ron and that god awful ball, she didn’t know whether to thank the ginger idiot or kill him. Remus was unsuitable, the situation was ridiculous and if Harry found out well . . . well Harry couldn’t find out.
She should get out; she should apologize for forcing herself on him. She mental cringed, god she had practically raped him. That was not a Hermione like action. However, the aching in her thighs and bruises on her shoulders reminded her that last night was definitely not a one woman show.
As inconspicuously as possible she tried to glance at the sleeping man next to her. Oh, he was delicious. She felt him stir and he unconsciously pulled her closer to his body. She closed her eyes tightly and her logical processing had decided the best course of action to pretend she was fast asleep – procrastination can be a wonderful thing.
Remus woke and was surprised to find a beautiful, delicate brunette in his arms. A beautiful, delicate brunette who happened to be Hermione Granger. Harry’s best friend, his ex-student and a young innocent girl. Well perhaps said innocence was negotiable as he momentarily enjoyed flashbacks from last night.
There were more than a few things wrong with the situation – he had not woken up with a woman in his arms for quite some time. She was young, he had taken advantage of her and she was most certainly worth more than an old mangy werewolf. But Merlin, as the light gently fell onto her face she was breathtaking and the rational part of his brain couldn’t control his grip of her.
He had to get out and had to get out soon.
He tried to untangle his legs from hers as she opened her eyes. It was time to face the music. “Morning Mione” a rough voice whispered in her ear as a muscular arm slid from round her waist. As she looked straight at him he had no idea why he was trying to leave and his body froze. She looked at him apprehensively but didn’t attempt to move from his arms.
“Hi” she whispered just inches away from his face. “Hi” he murmured back pushing the curls away from her face. “Are you ok?” She nodded softly. “Right. Good” he replied and sat up abruptly running his fingers through his messy blonde hair no highlighted with streaks of grey. He’s so beautiful Hermione thought, every inch of her body yearning for him unconsciously.
“You should go” Lupin said hoarsely avoiding eye contact “I’m sure you’ll be expected at school.” Hermione hesitated then decided to ignore her “Hermione-esque processing”. She had ignored it last night and it was the best thing she ever did, so she gathered her courage and corrected him
“Actually,” Lupin finally turned to look at her as she self consciously gathered the sheets to her chest “Harry saw me leave last night. I usually go to my parents after an argument with Ron. I’m sure neither of them has given even a thought to my entire existence.” Lupin’s expression softened and it seemed the emotion began to resurface. “Now Mione, I can’t believe that for a second.”
Hermione sat up so she was level with him, her desperate need for him returning as she felt the compassion in his voice. He was all she wanted, she just desired him to hold her, to kiss her, to want her as much as she wanted him. As much as she had always wanted him since she first hit puberty and realized that her teacher was a man.
What she wasn’t considering is that her teacher was not just a man, he was a wolf, and he was struggling to control that wolf when he could see the beautiful young woman next to him naked beneath the sheets. No, he had never lusted after her as a 13 year old school girl but now she was all grown up.
“Professor” she started, inching closer to him as his body seemed paralyzed. “Remus” her hand slipped above the covers and rested on the light silvery scars on the curve of his back. “Mione, don’t do that” he murmured as though each word was an effort. “Remus, please. I’m sorry about last night I should never have forced myself on you.” She couldn’t help herself as he hand traced the contours of his spine slipping round his waist. “But I don’t regret it.” He shivered under her touch and closed his eyes. “Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?” he muttered.
A nervous laugh escaped her lips. “I really don’t know” she answered waveringly. Her exploring touch was tentative and this was not how she expected this morning’s confrontation to go. Remus could smell her arousal beneath her apprehension. “Hermione you most certainly did not force yourself on me, rather it was I who took advantage of you. You are young, you are vulnerable. I am no more than a dirty old man” a bitter laugh followed his remarks.
Hermione quickly rose to her knees, the cover slipping off her body exposing her naked form without her realizing. “Remus, no!” she sounded horrified “That’s not what happened!” Remus tried to resist drinking her figure in and focus on her words but his resolve was slipping.
“I wanted you, I’ve always wanted you.” Remus finally made eye contact with her. “Hermione stop,” he said softly. She placed her hands on either side of his face. “No I bloody will not! You, Remus Lupin have let the whole world take advantage of you but you don’t have one malicious bone in your body! You deserve to be happy, and whether you bloody want it or not I am going to make you happy.”
She softly placed a kiss on his temple, then again on his chin, on his brow and as his eyes fluttered shut soaking in her affection she placed butterfly kisses on his eyelids. “Hermione Granger I have a feeling you are going to be my downfall”. Hermione stopped to look at him and as she broke away he ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her lips crashing to his. As his tongue explored her mouth his arm slipped around her waist pulling her body closer to him until there naked forms were melding together and her legs straddled him.
“Do I make you happy Remus?” Hermione asked tentatively. Remus grinned at her wolfishly grinding her body against his erection. “Miss Granger can’t you tell?” Hermione giggled as he slowly kissed her neck wrapping her arms around him. “Well Professor, let me make you ecstatic” she breathed as she pushed him onto the bed . . .
She could feel him breathing softly against her neck, her legs entwined with his and oh yes, as she peeked below the covers, they were both as naked as the day they were born. She closed her eyes again. Oh god, she was in bed with Remus Lupin, her ex professor, a man twenty years her senior. All because of fleeing from Ron and that god awful ball, she didn’t know whether to thank the ginger idiot or kill him. Remus was unsuitable, the situation was ridiculous and if Harry found out well . . . well Harry couldn’t find out.
She should get out; she should apologize for forcing herself on him. She mental cringed, god she had practically raped him. That was not a Hermione like action. However, the aching in her thighs and bruises on her shoulders reminded her that last night was definitely not a one woman show.
As inconspicuously as possible she tried to glance at the sleeping man next to her. Oh, he was delicious. She felt him stir and he unconsciously pulled her closer to his body. She closed her eyes tightly and her logical processing had decided the best course of action to pretend she was fast asleep – procrastination can be a wonderful thing.
Remus woke and was surprised to find a beautiful, delicate brunette in his arms. A beautiful, delicate brunette who happened to be Hermione Granger. Harry’s best friend, his ex-student and a young innocent girl. Well perhaps said innocence was negotiable as he momentarily enjoyed flashbacks from last night.
There were more than a few things wrong with the situation – he had not woken up with a woman in his arms for quite some time. She was young, he had taken advantage of her and she was most certainly worth more than an old mangy werewolf. But Merlin, as the light gently fell onto her face she was breathtaking and the rational part of his brain couldn’t control his grip of her.
He had to get out and had to get out soon.
He tried to untangle his legs from hers as she opened her eyes. It was time to face the music. “Morning Mione” a rough voice whispered in her ear as a muscular arm slid from round her waist. As she looked straight at him he had no idea why he was trying to leave and his body froze. She looked at him apprehensively but didn’t attempt to move from his arms.
“Hi” she whispered just inches away from his face. “Hi” he murmured back pushing the curls away from her face. “Are you ok?” She nodded softly. “Right. Good” he replied and sat up abruptly running his fingers through his messy blonde hair no highlighted with streaks of grey. He’s so beautiful Hermione thought, every inch of her body yearning for him unconsciously.
“You should go” Lupin said hoarsely avoiding eye contact “I’m sure you’ll be expected at school.” Hermione hesitated then decided to ignore her “Hermione-esque processing”. She had ignored it last night and it was the best thing she ever did, so she gathered her courage and corrected him
“Actually,” Lupin finally turned to look at her as she self consciously gathered the sheets to her chest “Harry saw me leave last night. I usually go to my parents after an argument with Ron. I’m sure neither of them has given even a thought to my entire existence.” Lupin’s expression softened and it seemed the emotion began to resurface. “Now Mione, I can’t believe that for a second.”
Hermione sat up so she was level with him, her desperate need for him returning as she felt the compassion in his voice. He was all she wanted, she just desired him to hold her, to kiss her, to want her as much as she wanted him. As much as she had always wanted him since she first hit puberty and realized that her teacher was a man.
What she wasn’t considering is that her teacher was not just a man, he was a wolf, and he was struggling to control that wolf when he could see the beautiful young woman next to him naked beneath the sheets. No, he had never lusted after her as a 13 year old school girl but now she was all grown up.
“Professor” she started, inching closer to him as his body seemed paralyzed. “Remus” her hand slipped above the covers and rested on the light silvery scars on the curve of his back. “Mione, don’t do that” he murmured as though each word was an effort. “Remus, please. I’m sorry about last night I should never have forced myself on you.” She couldn’t help herself as he hand traced the contours of his spine slipping round his waist. “But I don’t regret it.” He shivered under her touch and closed his eyes. “Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?” he muttered.
A nervous laugh escaped her lips. “I really don’t know” she answered waveringly. Her exploring touch was tentative and this was not how she expected this morning’s confrontation to go. Remus could smell her arousal beneath her apprehension. “Hermione you most certainly did not force yourself on me, rather it was I who took advantage of you. You are young, you are vulnerable. I am no more than a dirty old man” a bitter laugh followed his remarks.
Hermione quickly rose to her knees, the cover slipping off her body exposing her naked form without her realizing. “Remus, no!” she sounded horrified “That’s not what happened!” Remus tried to resist drinking her figure in and focus on her words but his resolve was slipping.
“I wanted you, I’ve always wanted you.” Remus finally made eye contact with her. “Hermione stop,” he said softly. She placed her hands on either side of his face. “No I bloody will not! You, Remus Lupin have let the whole world take advantage of you but you don’t have one malicious bone in your body! You deserve to be happy, and whether you bloody want it or not I am going to make you happy.”
She softly placed a kiss on his temple, then again on his chin, on his brow and as his eyes fluttered shut soaking in her affection she placed butterfly kisses on his eyelids. “Hermione Granger I have a feeling you are going to be my downfall”. Hermione stopped to look at him and as she broke away he ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her lips crashing to his. As his tongue explored her mouth his arm slipped around her waist pulling her body closer to him until there naked forms were melding together and her legs straddled him.
“Do I make you happy Remus?” Hermione asked tentatively. Remus grinned at her wolfishly grinding her body against his erection. “Miss Granger can’t you tell?” Hermione giggled as he slowly kissed her neck wrapping her arms around him. “Well Professor, let me make you ecstatic” she breathed as she pushed him onto the bed . . .