Comfort Me

Remus lay back and placed his hands behind his head grinning. “Why Miss Granger are you trying to seduce me?” Hermione pressed her body against his, all self-consciousness gone as she showered his chest in kisses. “Well Professor, do you want me to seduce you?” Hermione’s hands roamed across his naked chest, she was hypnotised by the feeling of the hard muscle under smooth skin with raised lines, scars from countless transformations he’d endured.

She suddenly had an overwhelming urge to cry, but reminded herself that perhaps that would not help the mood as Remus softly stroked her hair and she trailed her fingers down his chest to below his navel. Remus pulled her up to him and suddenly rolled her over and Hermione’s giggles faded into heavy breathing. She felt dizzy from the sensations of being pinned under Remus’ masculine form, her hands resting on his shoulders and her legs settling around his waist.

“Remus after today we’re never going to talk about this again are we?” she looked at him with a combination of loss and longing. He pushed the curls from her face so the spread around on the pillow and mirrored her gaze. “No, Mione”. She raised her hand to stroke his cheek with her finger tips “I’ll always remember this though Remus. Always.” Remus smiled at her gently, lovingly “Well then Hermione Granger I better make sure it’s memorable” and with that captured her lips in a soul wrenching kiss.

When Hermione awoke she realised it was the middle of the night which inferred she had been here over 24 hours. She certainly needed to get back to Hogwarts, she may have been acting a little out of character this weekend but she was certainly not going to miss lessons. Hermione Granger had never missed a Monday morning in her life and even a mind blowing tryst with her werewolf ex-professor couldn’t change that.

She slipped along the corridor to Harry’s room and found his muggle clothes in the wardrobe, and quickly dressed herself on the edge of his bed. She smiled to herself. Grimauld Place might not have been a fairytale castle, but after Sirius’ death Harry had a place to call home.

The war was over, and they had not suffered as greatly as they feared. Mad Eye had passed, as had Colin Creevy and several others but the Golden Trio and the order had remained nearly intact. After Remus and Tonks had spilt Harry had welcomed his father and his god-fathers best friend into his home and now they were both like family. Hermione’s smile fell. Remus was almost like a father to Harry, in the same way that Harry was like a brother to Hermione.

Hermione gathered her thoughts and took a deep breath before she headed downstairs. Remus could sense her at the door of the kitchen before she entered. Damn it, she still smelt of sex and vanilla shampoo and him. Heightened senses could be a bitch. But Remus knew now was time to put the wolf in the cage and allow what was left of the semblance of a dignified man to re-emerge.

“I should . . .” Hermione started as she stepped into the light taking in Lupin’s half naked form as he stood at the stove. “Get back before morning I know.” He finished her sentence for her. He turned to glance at her “Wouldn’t want to miss lessons” as his lips quirked at the edges trying not to smile.

Hermione grinned back at him, relief flooding her as the awkwardness was slightly reduced. She found it hard to comprehend how she could be so self-conscious around a man who a few hours early name she’d been screaming and doing any wanton thing he asked of her. Remus Lupin had be the only man she’d ever been able to be herself with, have intelligent and meaningful conversations with and now it seemed the only man who could cater to her carnal cravings.

As she walked towards the stove he placed a steaming cup into her hands. “Gingerbread Latte” he told her. Hermione took a sip and smiled at him “My favourite.” Remus turned back to the stove and she heard a soft “I know”. Hermione finished her drink as they sat in not quite comfortable silence. “Can I still use the floo to the Griffindor common room?” she questioned placing her mug down. Remus lent against the counter and nodded. Hermione got up and walked to the fireplace but seemed to change her mind and walk back to him.

“Remus. . .” he looked at her questioningly. She hesitated and then softly kissed him, his arms momentarily hovering whether to wrap them around her but as suddenly as she’d arrived she’d gone. Remus looked at his latte. Fuck, he needed a stronger drink.