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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
5,336
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Follow
Title: Follow
Set: Lilac
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU/AR
Summary: #3 – Follow. ‘Just follow with your eyes…’
Word Count: 711 words.
Author's Notes: This set of drabbles is based off of ‘Little Red Riding Hood,’ you can read the fairy story here: http://www.tonightsbedtimestory.com/little-red-riding-hood/
#3 – Follow
Every thing with eyes followed her. She was hard to miss in her dark crimson cloak, her long curly chestnut hair, and bright amber eyes. In the late summer sun, she glowed. The dapple light under the changing leaves cast Puzzlewood in a golden red light, and Remus found it fitting somehow.
The day was cool, and bright, and as she walked along the ancient path deeper into the forest, he followed her without her notice.
Humans were so oblivious to much that happened in nature; even magical humans missed the subtle things that were obvious to a creature like him. She was unaware that the forest was watching her. With the pack so near and other fell beasts, the forest was waiting for the device of the woman’s demise. However, Remus kept close, following his ultimate prey, and protecting his prey from other predators.
Puzzlewood did not only shelter werewolves…
She carried a bag over her shoulder, and hummed softly as she walked along the path. Occasionally she would stop and look up into the twisted trees, smiling into the light.
He knew her face, a snatch of a memory half lost, half remembered. Remus knew that the last time he had seen her face she had been much younger. Maturity had taken away the fullness of her face, she was taller, leaner, and filled out in the appropriate places.
Sniffing the air, he could smell food. She settled before a great oak, the roots clutching an ancient boulder. It was atop the flat of the boulder that she set the bag down and began pulling out what he remembered to be a ‘picnic lunch.’
There was something in the back of his wolfish mind that told him that she, despite her maturity, was still quite naïve. His eyes followed her every move as she sat down on the boulder and began eating human food. The expression on her face was one of contented peace and innocent wonder at the sights of the forest.
Remus had little time to contemplate the ancient beauty of the forest, but as he watched her, he could appreciate the woman’s natural beauty. Besides the naïveté, the wonderment in her face, the curves of her body under the crimson cloak, she radiated power.
He wanted her.
Luck had brought such a human to his territory, coincidence, perhaps, but he was not going to question it. The time was right for him to take a mate. His blood demanded it. As much as he knew she would taste simply divine, this woman was made for another purpose.
Following her through the forest, he only had to warn away a curious Thestral near the brook. He was the strongest creature of the forest, and all that lived within it would stay away from his quarry. Granted, there were lesser fell beasts that would try for the woman out of instinct and stupidity, but they were nothing compared to his prowess. He would make sure she stayed away from the pack and the caves where they lived. He would protect her until he felt the time was right for him to act.
He would follow her to the very door of her cottage by the river, if he needed to. He would seduce her, like a man, and mate her like a man, but he would mark her as a wolf would mark a bitch. In every way, he would follow her, hound her steps, and take her as his own.
He would tear into her skin, taste her blood, and taste her sweat. Even as he followed her back toward the edge of the forest, it was becoming hard for him to walk, his cock so hard in his grimy human trousers. His very nature wanted to run to her, tackle her to the ground, rip off her bloody cloak, and fuck her.
Grinding his teeth, he leaned into the trunk of a tree, his clawed hand brushing against the placket of his trousers. Remus groaned in his rarely used human voice.
The time was not right, not yet. A part of him remembered she was willful. He would make her feel as if she were safe in the forest, and then show her who was master.
Set: Lilac
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU/AR
Summary: #3 – Follow. ‘Just follow with your eyes…’
Word Count: 711 words.
Author's Notes: This set of drabbles is based off of ‘Little Red Riding Hood,’ you can read the fairy story here: http://www.tonightsbedtimestory.com/little-red-riding-hood/
#3 – Follow
Every thing with eyes followed her. She was hard to miss in her dark crimson cloak, her long curly chestnut hair, and bright amber eyes. In the late summer sun, she glowed. The dapple light under the changing leaves cast Puzzlewood in a golden red light, and Remus found it fitting somehow.
The day was cool, and bright, and as she walked along the ancient path deeper into the forest, he followed her without her notice.
Humans were so oblivious to much that happened in nature; even magical humans missed the subtle things that were obvious to a creature like him. She was unaware that the forest was watching her. With the pack so near and other fell beasts, the forest was waiting for the device of the woman’s demise. However, Remus kept close, following his ultimate prey, and protecting his prey from other predators.
Puzzlewood did not only shelter werewolves…
She carried a bag over her shoulder, and hummed softly as she walked along the path. Occasionally she would stop and look up into the twisted trees, smiling into the light.
He knew her face, a snatch of a memory half lost, half remembered. Remus knew that the last time he had seen her face she had been much younger. Maturity had taken away the fullness of her face, she was taller, leaner, and filled out in the appropriate places.
Sniffing the air, he could smell food. She settled before a great oak, the roots clutching an ancient boulder. It was atop the flat of the boulder that she set the bag down and began pulling out what he remembered to be a ‘picnic lunch.’
There was something in the back of his wolfish mind that told him that she, despite her maturity, was still quite naïve. His eyes followed her every move as she sat down on the boulder and began eating human food. The expression on her face was one of contented peace and innocent wonder at the sights of the forest.
Remus had little time to contemplate the ancient beauty of the forest, but as he watched her, he could appreciate the woman’s natural beauty. Besides the naïveté, the wonderment in her face, the curves of her body under the crimson cloak, she radiated power.
He wanted her.
Luck had brought such a human to his territory, coincidence, perhaps, but he was not going to question it. The time was right for him to take a mate. His blood demanded it. As much as he knew she would taste simply divine, this woman was made for another purpose.
Following her through the forest, he only had to warn away a curious Thestral near the brook. He was the strongest creature of the forest, and all that lived within it would stay away from his quarry. Granted, there were lesser fell beasts that would try for the woman out of instinct and stupidity, but they were nothing compared to his prowess. He would make sure she stayed away from the pack and the caves where they lived. He would protect her until he felt the time was right for him to act.
He would follow her to the very door of her cottage by the river, if he needed to. He would seduce her, like a man, and mate her like a man, but he would mark her as a wolf would mark a bitch. In every way, he would follow her, hound her steps, and take her as his own.
He would tear into her skin, taste her blood, and taste her sweat. Even as he followed her back toward the edge of the forest, it was becoming hard for him to walk, his cock so hard in his grimy human trousers. His very nature wanted to run to her, tackle her to the ground, rip off her bloody cloak, and fuck her.
Grinding his teeth, he leaned into the trunk of a tree, his clawed hand brushing against the placket of his trousers. Remus groaned in his rarely used human voice.
The time was not right, not yet. A part of him remembered she was willful. He would make her feel as if she were safe in the forest, and then show her who was master.