Fire and Water

WARNING: Sex! YAY!!!





Chapter Thirty Five



Time moved quickly and soon it was the day before Bill and Fleurs’ wedding and a pre wedding dinner had been planned. Harry and the others were bruised and exhausted from their training, and they nearly shed tears of joy before lunch when Krystal said she would be giving them the afternoon off, she and Remus laughing at their relief.

“But first,” she said, causing them to look at each other in panic. “I want to show you how to contact me when you need me. It won‘t hurt,’ she added, laughing a little as they visibly relaxed.



She glanced up at Remus as she put her hands on Harry’s head. There was a small worried frown on his face: placing a trace on an adult was illegal, even with their permission. If the Ministry found out, Krystal could end up in Azkaban.



His eyes met hers over Harry’s head, and he gave her a small smile. Krystal smiled back, trying to reassure him. She looked down at Harry and closed her eyes, her mouth moving as she murmured the incantations to create the trace. Her hands glowed blue as she spoke, the light spreading until it surrounded her and Harry. As Krystal took her hands away, the light seemed to absorb into their bodies.



Remus grasped his wand tighter, prepared if the Ministry detected the use of the spell. He saw that Krystal, too, looked around nervously as she said, “I just put a Trace on you. Only I can use it to find you and you can use it to call me if you need me. It‘s a connection between our minds only, activated when you ask for help.”

She looked around again before she repeated the charm twice more for Ron and Hermione.

“Alright. Now think of me and ask for help.”



The trio closed their eyes, and each wore a look of concentration: Ron looking a little like he needed the bathroom. They started, and their eyes flew open as Krystal swore loudly, grabbing at her head as their combined voices reverberated through her skull.

“Stop!‘ she gasped, quickly putting up the block in her mind to rid herself of their thoughts. She took her hands away, with an exhalation of relief

“It works.” She smiled. “Ok, that’s it! Go enjoy your day.” Ron and Hermione waved a goodbye to her and Remus, and walked inside to finish packing.



Harry lingered and said “Thank you…for everything.” He looked at her for a moment before Krystal smiled, and hugged him. Remus hid his own smile. Only a few weeks ago, Krystal would never have reached out for someone like that. The affectionate girl he used to know was back.

He watched as she pulled out of Harry‘s embrace, saying to him, “I have something for you - late birthday present.’

She pulled a flat square gift from her pocket. “It’s not much, but I thought you might like it.’



Remus saw Krystal’s look of insecurity as she watched Harry tear the wrapping off the gift. He moved closer to her for support, his arm brushing hers as they stood side by side. Harry’s movements stilled as he saw the simple wooden frame inside the paper. As Harry looked on, his teenaged parents waved at him as they clowned around in what he recognised as the Gryffindor common room. Harry swallowed hard, finally tearing his eyes off the photo to look up at Krystal.



“It’s a special frame,‘ she explained, before turning to Remus. “Can I borrow your wand, please?‘ she asked, her voice sounding a little tight.

Remus pulled it from his pocket and handed it to her, his hand closing over hers for a moment to let her know he knew this was hard for her.



The frame was one her parents had given her for her sixteenth birthday. The night she’d left him at the cottage, he’d gone back in and looked for anything intact. This was one of the only surviving mementoes he’d salvaged; the Death Eaters must have missed it when they destroyed everything else.



Krystal tapped the frame with Remus’ wand, and the photo changed to one featuring a young Remus, who was trying to read a book while a laughing Sirius kept pulling it out of his grasp. Remus laughed as he looked at the photo.

“He could be such a prat!” he said affectionately.



Harry smiled as well, as Krystal tapped the frame again. The third photo was one of three of the Marauders - James, Sirius and Remus - hamming it up for the camera. All three of them laughed as James shoved Sirius into Remus who pushed them back, pushing them out of the photo for a moment.



Wand shaking a little, Krystal tapped the frame for the final time. This time the photo revealed a group of teenagers, waving at the camera, their lips moving as they called silently from the picture. Harry picked out his parents, Sirius and Remus quickly, also recognising Frank and Alice Longbottom, his friend Neville’s parents. He frowned, his eyes searching for two of the missing Gryffindors - Wormtail and Krystal.

“That’s Mary. She and Sirius had a…special friendship,’ said Remus, hearing Krystal’s soft laugh as he pointed to the blonde girl.



Suddenly, Krystal appeared. It seemed she’d been the one everyone was calling out to - she had been setting up the camera. Harry watched as Lily pulled Krystal down next to her and put her arm around her, the two girls putting their heads together - dark and light. They all looked so happy.

“I wasn’t sure about this one,’ Krystal began, but Harry interrupted her.

“No. It’s great, it‘s perfect,’ he said, his voice shaking a little.



As he composed himself, Remus leant down to whisper in Krystal’s ear.

“Wormtail?’ he asked, knowing that the traitor had been in those pictures.

“Vanished him, the little shit,’ she whispered back, feeling a little shiver as his lips grazed her ear. Remus let out a snort of laughter. Krystal had always disliked Peter, tolerating him for Remus’ sake only.



“Thank you. I…..Thank you,’ Harry said, blinking his eyes rapidly. “I’d better…” He gestured towards the house and took off at a run. Krystal watch him go, biting her lip. “You ok?“ Remus asked. Krystal nodded. She had come to care very much for Harry and was not looking forward to the next day.



She sighed, and handed him back his wand. His hand brushed hers and they both felt a tingle run up their arms. Krystal felt his gaze on her, and bent over to pick up the torn wrapping paper, trying to distract herself from the heat that was pulsing through her. Remus felt a groan rise in his chest as she bent, his eyes sliding down to her ass. He closed his eyes, thinking of the most non sexual things he could, trying to stop himself from forgetting where they were and grabbing her.



Since the day they finally cried together and put the past firmly behind them, all lingering awkwardness had gone: it was as though no time had passed. They picked up their old friendship quickly, Remus realising just how much he had missed Krystal’s sense of humour and how much light she used to bring to his life. But there was still something that remained unresolved between them.



There had always been a very strong physical attraction between the two of them, and, their many years apart had not lessoned that connection: their tension had been rising, to the point that Remus was in what felt like a permanent state of frustration, glad for the physicality of duelling to provide some relief. Unable to get even a minute alone together, he had to settle for a flirtation, delighted, yet even more frustrated, when Krystal had responded.



When he left her at night, he would dream about the way she used to touch him; how her lips had felt against his; the way she used to whisper in his ear. He knew she felt the same: he had caught her watching him, seen her breath quicken and her skin flush when they were close. He wanted to be alone with her, and planned on making it happen today.



Krystal was also finding the sexual tension hard to bear, waking up at night after dreams that left her sweaty, breathless and in need of a cold shower. She finally felt that they had managed to get past what she had done, and, as Remus had made it clear that his relationship with Tonks was over, she was finding it more and more difficult to be around him and remain in control.



She’d been getting increasingly distracted during lessons: catching herself watching his body move as he duelled, or staring at his mouth while he spoke, remembering how it had felt pressed against her. She could barely stop herself from throwing herself at him when he was close to her, restraining herself only because the trio were always with them.



She was sure he felt the same. She often felt his eyes on her, and she had seen him bite his lip and close his eyes when they were close to each other - just like he used to do in class when she sat next to him, teasing him by brushing her hand over his thigh. She badly wanted to be alone with him, but The Burrow wasn’t known for it’s privacy.



“So, what are you doing the rest of the day?’ Remus asked, trying for a casual tone, despite the fact his blood was rapidly leaving his brain. Krystal looked at him and shrugged, Vanishing the wrapping paper with a flick of her fingers.

“I don’t really know,’ she said, feeling heat streak through her as she saw his flushed face. “I should probably think about getting packed up and ready to go back home to Australia. I‘ve got nowhere to stay here now that You Know Who knows about the cottage and I think the Weasley‘s might appreciate a bit of privacy for a while after this circus.‘

Remus felt a wave of panic rush over him. He had never stopped to think about what would happen when the teenagers left and her job was complete.

“Bill and Molly asked me to stay for dinner tonight, and Fleur has threatened to do me harm if I’m not here tomorrow, so…” She shrugged again. “I guess I’m at a bit of a loss till then. I’m pretty sure Molly will find me something to do.”



Remus nodded, thanking God for the Weasley’s. “Yeah, I suppose I could help out here too. I’ve got nothing else on.”

He looked over at her, seeing her quickly look away, and kicked at the grass with his feet. He couldn’t believe how nervous he felt.

“Unless, you wanted to do something together. I mean, we probably shouldn’t go anywhere, but we could go somewhere quiet here and…’

He stopped talking for a moment to get his thoughts together. He took a deep breath, determined that she would say yes.

“Do you want to have lunch with me?’ he said, his words rushing out. ‘A picnic lunch by that little lake Fleur was telling us about the other day? We could eat and talk and catch up.’ He saw her smile and felt a surge of confidence.



Krystal, feeling her skin tingle, looked up at Remus, suddenly a little shy.

“Are you asking me on a date? I don’t have a lot of experience, but it sounds like you are,’ she asked.

He smiled at her, making her heart skip a beat.

“I don’t have a lot of experience either, Krys, but yeah, I guess I am,’ he replied as he realised something. ‘I’ve never asked you on a date before, have I?’

She smiled and shook her head. ‘No,’ she said with a soft laugh. ‘We kind of skipped that part.’

Remus laughed as well. ‘Well, we already knew everything there was to know about each other,’ he replied, watching her. ‘And we were far more interested in…..well, other things.’

His grin widened as she turned bright red. ‘So, would you go on a lunch date with me?’



‘You know you would have been a married man today if you‘d been sensible,’ she said lightly.

Merlin, she wanted to say yes, but she had to know that he was sure about this.

‘And Tonks and I would have both been miserable,’ he retorted, knowing what she was doing. ‘This was the only decision I could have made, Krys. I couldn’t have married Tonks, not now.’

He saw the uncertain frown on her face, and put his hand to her chin for a moment, making her look up at him.

His dark blue eyes held hers, his smile leaving his face. “I told you I would fight for you this time, Krys,’ he said softly, taking her hand in his, lightly stroking the top with his thumb, causing her knees to tremble.

Krystal felt her heart melt at the look in his eyes. She never dreamed he would ever look at her like that again, and she just wanted to lose herself in him.

‘So, about that date….?’



‘Yeah, ok,’ she said quietly. ‘I’d really like that.’

Remus grinned, his eyes lighting up. ‘Really?’ he said, fighting the urge to take her and kiss her right there.

She giggled at the look on his face and nodded. ‘I’ll make some sandwiches….’ she began but he interrupted.

‘No,’ he insisted, unable to keep the smile off his face. ‘I asked you, so I’ll get everything ready.’

Krystal smiled too. ‘Well, in that case, I might go and shower,’ she said, pulling on her shirt a little. ‘I probably don’t smell too good after that lesson.’

‘You smell just fine,’ he said, his eyes darkening a little. Krystal blushed and shook her head.

‘No cheese on my sandwich,’ she said, backing away towards the house.

‘I remember,’ he said, following her, and they moved into the house; Remus to the kitchen and Krystal to the bathroom.



Remus quickly made some sandwiches and as he grabbed some drinks and fruit, Bill arrived home.

‘What are you up to?’ he said, throwing himself down at the table and picking up an apple, biting into it.

‘I am going on a date,’ Remus replied happily, finding a basket to put everything in.

He and Krystal were both trying to be discreet about their ever growing attraction in front of the others, aware of their fondness for Tonks, but Remus had confided in Bill and, unbeknownst to him, Krystal in Fleur.



Bill grinned. ‘Really?’ he asked. ‘She said yes?’ Remus nodded, packing the last of the food and closing the basket.

He looked at Bill. ‘We’re going to that lake Fleur told us about the other day,’ he said, unable to hide his joy. ‘You know we’ve never been on a date before?’

Bill laughed. ‘Well, then you should know that holding hands and a quick kiss at the end is the only acceptable contact for a first date - a far cry from what I suspect you have in mind.’

Remus flushed and grinned. ‘I don’t expect anything like that to happen….’



‘Yeah, right! I’ve seen how she looks at you, Remus,’ he said, chuckling. ‘And how you look at her. Somehow I don’t think sandwiches are going to be the only thing on the menu.’

Remus shook his head and picked up the basket as Bill mused, ‘The lake, huh? I seem to recall some very pleasant evenings spent there with Fleur…’ He looked at Remus with a sly grin.

‘You haven’t forgotten what to do, have you?’ he asked cheekily, then laughed as Remus slapped him across the top of the head as he passed him.

‘Good luck!’ he called, chuckling as the older man cursed at him as he left.



Krystal felt butterflies in her stomach as she met Remus near the chicken shed. ‘Hi!’ she said brightly with a smile.

‘God, you’re gorgeous!’ he said, not able to help the words slipping from his lips as he looked at her.

She was wearing a simple blouse and jeans; her hair was damp around her face, curling slightly; but she looked like she was glowing. Krystal took a shaky breath, heat surging through her, settling in her lower body.

‘You’re not so bad yourself,’ she said flushing.

They stared at each other for a few moments, then Remus laughed at the first date awkwardness he felt with a woman he knew so intimately, and Krystal joined in. The tension eased a little and Krystal spoke.

‘Come on,’ she said, taking his hand. ‘I’m starving!’

He gripped her hand tightly and grinned as he spun them out of the yard.



Their slight unease disappeared as they ate and talked, laughing as they reminisced and talked about what had been happening in their lives over the last eighteen years.

‘So, what’s it like living in Australia?’ he asked, watching her drink from her bottle of Butterbeer.

The way her lips wrapped around that bottle…..He closed his eyes briefly, feeling himself harden. He’d told Bill he had no expectations for this date, and he truly didn’t. But that didn’t stop him wanting to jump her.



‘Hot,’ she said with a laugh. ‘Really hot. It’s nice though. My place is in the bush: no neighbours, lots of space, lots of wildlife. I nearly fainted the first time I saw a kangaroo. It came right up to the house and scared the hell out of me.’ He laughed and she looked over at him, stomach clenching a little.

‘God, I’m going to jump on him in a minute,’ she thought, feeling an ache between her legs. He was looking at her with heat in his eyes, and suddenly she couldn’t stay still. Standing up, she moved the few metres down towards the lake, stopping and leaning up against a tree.

‘It’s nice here,’ she said, as Remus also stood and walked over to stand next to her. ‘Mmmm,’ he agreed, distracted by her hair, which the breeze was gently moving.



Remus moved his hand to her head and he stroked her hair, letting it run between his fingers, wanting to bury his face in it; to smell that shampoo that he used to go crazy over. Krystal felt her pulse speed up. She turned and looked into his scarred, perfect face; and realised how much she‘d missed being touched; missed him touching her. Harry was right. She loved Remus, and God only knows why, but he loved her. It really was that simple.



She licked her dry lips, and raised her hand to his face. She could feel his heart beating fast against her arm as she used her finger to trace the scars across his face. His breathing become irregular, and she felt him trembling against her. She traced the outline of his lips with her finger and heard his sharp intake of breath. He grabbed her hand, stilling it.



“I want to kiss you.” He said it simply; a statement of fact.

She made her response just as to the point. “I want you to kiss me.”

He looked at her for a moment as if he couldn‘t believe he heard her right. Then he cupped her face with his hands and bent his head to her.



He was gentle, his lips softly brushing over hers as their hands moved. He stroked her face, moving his hands down to her neck, running his thumbs over her cheeks. She lifted her hands to his shoulders, then tangled them into his hair, urging him closer. Remus, sensing what she wanted, deepened their kiss, his tongue tracing Krystal’s bottom lip. She responded in kind, her teeth lightly grazing his lip, wrenching a moan from him and he moved closer to her, pressing her back into the tree trunk.



The feel of his body against hers lit a fire in her and she ran her hands down his shoulders and over his chest, letting them come to rest on his hips. Remus skimmed his hands down her back, then wrapped his arms around her waist. They were touching from shoulder to knee now. Krystal raised herself onto her toes, rubbing against Remus and feeling how aroused he was. His excitement sparked an immediate response in her own body, and her hands clenched on his hips, her own lifting, involuntarily, to press closer to him.



At her small movement, the restraint Remus had been desperately trying to hold onto, slipped away. Their already heated kiss turned fierce and all gentleness was forgotten by them both, as years of need took over. He rained kisses on her cheeks and throat, his hands pulling her tight against him. Krystal moaned, as his lips rediscovered their favourite places. She kissed across his jaw line and traced the shell of his ear with her tongue. He almost growled, and pulled away from her. He yanked his wand out of his pocket and waved it in the air around them, muttering enchantments to prevent them being seen. He prayed he’d done them properly: her lips had moved to his throat and he was having trouble remembering his name, let alone anything else.



Remus dropped his wand quickly as her hands moved to his waist, pulling his shirt out of the top of his pants. He stopped her hands, holding them as he looked at her, breathing heavily.

“Are you sure?’ he asked, not knowing what he would do if she said she wanted to stop now.

“I have never been more sure about anything in my life,‘ she responded, not a trace of uncertainty in her voice.



He let go of her hands and kissed her hard. His hands moved to the buttons on her shirt; shaking as he quickly undid them one by one, kissing his way down her neck and across her shoulders. Once the last button was undone, he opened the shirt, exposing her scars.

He felt Krystal tense as he slipped it off her shoulders. He moved his mouth back to hers and kissed her gently.

“You are so beautiful,’ he said against her lips. She caught his lips again with hers, moaning when she felt his tongue flicking at hers, moving her own hands to the front of his shirt.



He kissed back down her neck and shoulders, pushing her bra strap out of the way as he ran his tongue over her collar bone. He felt her fingers fumbling as she tried to undo his buttons. She sucked in an audible breath and arched up into his hand as he gently touched her breast. He bent his knees as his mouth moved lower, kissing the flesh above her bra.



She lost patience and waved her hand at him, his buttons flying off his shirt. Krystal felt him laugh against her breast, then she gasped as he ran a thumb over her nipple. She tugged the shirt off him, sliding her hands over his chest, revelling in the feel of his bare skin. She felt Remus’ hands reaching for the button of her jeans and ran her tongue over his chest, flicking it over a nipple, hearing his deep moan as he pulled down her zipper, sliding his hands around to her bottom as he pushed her jeans down. They pooled around her feet and he lifted her, letting them drop to the ground.



He held her off the ground, his hands cupping her ass as he kissed her. She wrapped her legs around him, and he moved until he reached the rug he’d put down for their picnic. He lowered himself to his knees and, with her legs still around him, pressed her down onto the mat as their kiss became urgent.



Krystal’s hands moved to his pants, quickly undoing his belt and pulling down his zip. She pushed them down, taking his underwear as well, laughing softly as he moved his hands to help her, hurriedly kicking off his shoes at the same time.



He was naked now, and he rolled over onto his back, dragging her onto him as he did. “You have too many damn clothes on,’ he muttered as his hands moved to her bra, quickly unclipping it and pulling it off her, drawing in a shaky breath as he felt her bare breasts rub against his chest. His hands slipped back down to her ass, hooking his thumbs under her panties and pulling them down her legs in one motion. Krystal ran her tongue over his chest, finding his nipples with her tongue and teeth, making him moan for her. When she ran her tongue down to his navel, he groaned loudly, his hips jerking up as her hand brushed over his cock.



She gasped as he flipped her onto her back again, moving so he was on top of her. He lowered his head to her breast. “God!” she hissed as his mouth closed over a nipple. Remus shivered as she ran her fingernails lightly down his back, as he moved to her other breast, his hands moving lower on her body, running over the scars on her belly.



As his fingers stroked their way to their final destination, she closed her hand over his erection again, making him curse and thrust into her hand, knowing if she kept doing that it would be over before it began. Remus brought his head up to kiss her mouth as his hand found the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He moved his hand gently, sliding a finger inside her, causing her to gasp and bite his lip. He smiled against her mouth, moving his hand, finding all the spots that used to make her moan, until she was pressing herself against him, begging him, whispering in his ear, “Remus, please”.



Unable to wait any longer himself, he moved until she felt his cock nudging her centre. He pulled away to look at her face as he slowly pressed forward, sliding inside of her tight heat, not stopping until he was completely encased in her body. She let out a shaky groan as he filled her. They stilled for a moment, both shaking and trying to catch their breath: overwhelmed by the incredible feeling that finally, they had come home.



Regaining some control, Remus began to move, slowly at first, then, as she moaned and her hips began to rise to meet him, speeding up; moving together, falling into the old rhythm they‘d discovered together all those years ago. She kissed him as she felt their tension escalating, their breathing becoming ragged and uneven, their movements more urgent and erratic.



“Look at me, Krys,” Remus whispered, pulling his face back from hers. She did, and suddenly she was falling: calling to him and shaking as she felt him also reach the end. He shuddered and moaned, pressing his forehead to hers, breathing her name as he looked deep into her eyes.