Infatuation -- An iPod Affair

Infatuation -- An iPod Affair

by ziggy zanzibar

Disclaimer: As the above disclaimer states, I’m not making any $$$ from this story. I’m just having a bit of fun with Jo’s characters until I go back into my dark corner to study for finals.

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When Hermione finally awoke, sun was seeping in around the curtains. She stretched, aching horribly but with no regrets, and attempted to extricate herself from the bed.

A voice from beside her startled her. “I’d stay put if I were you.”

The witch turned, with a great deal of effort, to face Severus. Despite their exploits earlier, or perhaps because of them, she had the good grace to blush slightly.

Severus rose from the armchair, fully clothed, and slowly opened the curtains, giving Hermione’s eyes a chance to adjust. He came to her side with another blue pain potion and sat on the bed beside her.

Hermione gratefully downed the mixture and felt immediate relief sweeping through her neck, back, legs, and extremities. She stretched again, noting with a mental shrug that the covers had slipped down and revealed her round breasts.

The dark wizard’s eyes widened suddenly, but he seemed to shake himself and gazed into Hermione’s other eyes.

“How are you feeling?”

Hermione smiled warmly. “Amazing.”

“Good.”

Hermione turned to her bedside table and happily found her iPod back in its proper place. She reached out and clicked it on, opting for John Mayer.

“Severus?” she asked quietly.

“Mm?”

“Why haven’t you and Sirius torn each other to shreds by now?”

Severus almost smiled. “For the greater good of the house’s inhabitants,” he said. “There are a few things for which bitter enemies will rise above their animosity.”

Hermione licked her lips thoughtfully. She took note of the reaction Severus had, his black eyes following the pink organ’s travel across her mouth. She raised an eyebrow.

“And why have you been so nice to me?”

The wizard was intoxicated, her voice like Veritaserum to him. “You’re beautiful. You’re intelligent. You’re a fantastic fuck.”

Hermione laughed. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She leaned up to him and gently touched her lips to his.

Severus gladly accepted the kiss and deepened it, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to guide her back to the pillows, her nude form pressing invitingly into his robes.

“You don’t have to be so gentle,” she whispered against him, tugging his robes and shirt off.

“I’m not that selfish,” he whispered back. “You’ve had a rough night.”

Inwardly, Hermione was rather pleased that he was being so selfless. There was time for his usual sarcasm and cruelty later. Now was about them, about their coupling.

“Your Body is a Wonderland” began to play, and Hermione sighed happily, the musician’s husky voice intensifying the feeling of Severus’ lips as they explored her body.

Finally Severus was completely undressed, and he crawled under the sheets to lie on top of the witch, kissing the corners of her mouth as his hand snaked behind her to cup her rear.

Hermione was ready for him and showed it as she parted her legs. Severus smiled silkily against her cheek, shaking his head. “Not yet.”

He sat up on his knees, pulling Hermione on top of him. Slowly he pulled her down onto his length, hissing at the sensation. Hermione’s eyes fluttered shut as her breath hitched.

They worked up to a steady rhythm, Severus’ hands guiding Hermione’s hips as her hands tangled in his hair. He nibbled along Hermione’s collarbone and up her neck, working back up to her lips as he began to feel her walls trembling.

“Oh gods…Severus!” she cried out, arching her back and allowing his mouth full access to her nipples as the waves shot through her. Severus thrust into her several more times before allowing his own release. He held her against him for a moment and then gently laid her back on her nest of pillows.

“I’m afraid you’ve made me late for an appointment,” he said with a smirk. “But it was entirely worth it.”

He caught her lips with his, running his tongue along her bottom lip mischievously before pulling away. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye,” she said, giggling. That man was something – so dark and acerbic on the outside, yet so gentle and passionate on the inside.

Hermione yawned, though feeling incredibly awake. She took a chunk of hair in her hands and sniffed it, grimacing.

“Merlin! I don’t know how they’ve been able to come within three inches of me – I smell like a wet hippogriff!”

She didn’t even bother to mull over the fact that they saw she was lovely enough in other areas to compensate for a temporary lapse in hygienic habits.

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After a long, warm shower and a thorough shampooing and conditioning, Hermione stepped out and reached for a towel to begin drying herself.

There was a knock on the door and Hermione called out, “Come in!” The door creaked open and Remus peered in. He saw the freshly showered girl and took a step forward, a predatory look in his eyes that had Hermione’s flesh on fire. He stopped himself and looked to the side courteously.

“I was just wondering if maybe I could fix you breakfast?”

Hermione bit her lip to keep from laughing. “Have you gotten past the burnt Pop Tart stage?”

Remus turned to narrow his eyes playfully, then looked away again as she was still naked and damp.

“I’ve always been quite good at pancakes,” he retorted, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The young woman smiled. “Pancakes sound delicious.”

Remus nodded, a grin on his face. “Meet you in the kitchen in twenty?”

“Sounds great!”

Remus took his leave, sneaking one last look at her before shutting the door. Hermione had to clutch her stomach to keep from bursting into a mad fit of giggles.

The werewolf had always sparked a flame in her, ever since third year. He was a teacher, though, and Hermione had learned after Lockhart that she should carefully conceal any feelings she might develop for a professor. However, after she graduated, there was no need – she now fell into the “willing and able” adult category and could pursue any wizard she chose.

There was something different about Remus – he was gentle, but he had a hungry, impassioned side as well. Most likely it was because of the werewolf blood, but whatever it was, Hermione reveled in it.

She went about her morning ritual, smoothing lotion into her skin and drying her hair with a towel, applying mousse and then allowing it to air-dry in waves down her back.

Walking naked into her room, she chose a red bra and matching knickers, and then pulled on a pair of old jeans and a black tank top from BCBG. She applied a bit of blush to her cheeks and a touch of lip gloss, and then walked downstairs.

The smell wafted seductively under her nose – the rich, sweet smell of frying pancakes. She let the smell lead her into the kitchen, where she saw Remus standing with two plates.

“Breakfast is served,” he announced, placing the plates on the table and pulling a chair out for his companion.

Hermione smiled and sat down, looking at the delicious stack of pancakes in front of her.

“This looks incredible,” she sighed, her stomach grumbling in approval.

“It tastes even better,” Remus said, already cutting into his stack, “if I do say so myself.”

Hermione laughed and began to tear into her breakfast.

“So where’s Sirius?” she inquired between mouthfuls.

Remus shrugged. “I haven’t got a clue. He said he had an appointment this morning, but he wouldn’t tell me where or with whom.”

The witch found it slightly odd that Sirius and Severus happened to have appointments at the same time, but decided not to comment on it. “He’s out for the day, then?”

“I believe so.”

They continued to eat their breakfast, chatting about things such as the weather and the latest Ministry screw-up, as people tend to do when there is an underlying awkwardness to an atmosphere that neither party wishes to address.

Remus pushed back from the table, sated, with a satisfied look on his face. He looked around. “Where’s that Muggle musical contraption of yours?”

Hermione raised an eyebrow. “My iPod? Upstairs. Why?”

The werewolf shrugged. “Just wondering.”

Hermione stood to help with the dishes, but Remus refused to allow it, so she sat and watched as he went about his work.

At last the dishes were finished. “It’s a beautiful day out,” Remus commented. “Why don’t you go out on the patio and I’ll get some drinks?”

Up to this point, Hermione had been unaware that Grimmauld Place had a patio. But when she stepped through the door that Remus opened for her, her breath caught in her chest.

It could only be magic. Before her, in the middle of this urban hideaway, was an acre of flowered fields. Trees stood majestically in the distance, and a wooden deck stretched out fifteen feet before her, giving her a beautiful view of the newly-risen sun.

Hermione chose a cushioned wicker bucket chair and settled into it comfortably, sighing nostalgically. She could still hear the city’s noises, the horns honking and people chattering, but it was only a low buzz in her ears.

Remus stepped out with a pitcher of lemonade and Hermione’s iPod.

“Mood music,” he told her, grinning, as he set it down and poured them each a glass of lemonade.

She smiled and took a sip, noting that something else had been added to the mix.

“Vodka?” she asked, amused.

“Lemonade is much more fun when you sneak in some alcohol,” he admitted with a mischievous wink.

The young woman blushed and hid behind her glass.

“This is beautiful!” she remarked. “I never knew this was here.”

“Recent addition,” Remus told her. “After Voldemort died, Sirius wanted a place to relax and celebrate.” He flicked on Hermione’s iPod, which began to play “Desperado” by the Eagles.

Hermione bit her lip to hold back a huge smile as Remus held out his hand to her in an unspoken request. She accepted and stood, leaning into his chest as they began to sway to the music.

As they danced to the slow, sensual beat, Remus reached around to pull Hermione’s head under his, stroking her hair gently and holding her in the crook of his neck.

The witch smiled contentedly into the wizard’s collarbone, caressing his back and holding him tightly. As the song came to its close, they broke apart, though Remus held onto her hand and led her back into the house. Hermione took the iPod along with them, following the man up to his bedroom.

Hermione set down the iPod, which had begun playing Elton John’s “Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me,” just as Remus drew her in for a tender kiss.

They stayed in each other’s arms as Remus slowly guided her to his bed. He began to pull at her shirt; she lifted her arms to make the task easier.

Remus dropped his mouth to Hermione’s chest, placing soft kisses on the swell of each breast. Hermione sighed and clutched at Remus’ shoulder, urging him on.

“There’s no hurry,” he whispered.

He was right – there was no deadline, no schedule. Hermione lost herself in his touch as he continued to explore her flesh at a leisurely pace, tugging at her jeans so that she was left in only her undergarments.

At this point Hermione felt overdressed and began to unbutton Remus’ shirt, finally freeing him of the garment. She traced her fingers over the scars on his shoulders and stomach, and then repeated the process with her lips. Remus shuddered but said nothing.

Hermione ceased her ministrations and moved back up to Remus’ lips. She bent backward to lie on the bed then pulled herself all the way up to the headboard. The witch watched excitedly as Remus crawled slowly, lustfully toward her, kicking off his gym shorts as he went.

Remus caught Hermione’s lips once more, and the last coherent thought she had before succumbing to the werewolf’s touch was that “Remember When” by Alan Jackson had come on.

The wizard reached around Hermione and skillfully unclasped her bra with one hand, using the other to caress her stomach and thighs as she wrapped a leg around him. The garment was tossed carelessly to the floor along with her panties.

The witch gasped in delight when Remus moved down her body to nibble at the inside of her thighs, slowly making his way to his target. He reached it and kissed at it softly at first, than darted his tongue out to tantalize her sensitive flesh.

It wasn’t long before Hermione cried out in pleasure as her orgasm flowed through her. She took deep breaths to recover as Remus moved back up and kissed her passionately, and she could taste herself on his lips, a strangely erotic phenomenon.

She rolled so that Remus was underneath her, crawling down to the foot of the bed. Giving him a small wink, she took him all the way into her mouth in one quick movement. Remus gasped and clutched at the headboard as Hermione hummed against him and tightened her lips on his shaft.

To keep their activities from being abruptly halted, Remus tenderly pulled Hermione back up, rolling them once more so as to position himself between her aching thighs. Looking into her eyes, he pushed slowly into her until he was fully buried inside her heat.

Hermione wrapped her legs around Remus’ hips as he continued to thrust in and out of her, her arms clasping his back. She whimpered at the intensity of his movements, feeling the pressure begin to build, her walls shuddering involuntarily. Remus picked up the pace and gently nibbled on her neck, and then kissed her fiercely as she climaxed around him, arching her back up to him, bringing him to his own release.

Remus collapsed on top of the witch, nuzzling her gently and placing small kisses on her face and neck. He rolled onto his side and pulled Hermione against his body, draping an arm protectively over her stomach, lightly brushing her flesh with his fingernails.

The witch tried to think of something to say, but she couldn’t quite formulate words.

“Don’t speak,” Remus whispered as if reading her mind. “Just let me hold you.”

Hermione smiled softly and snuggled into his warm body, letting her eyelids close as she felt into a deep, refreshing sleep.

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When Hermione awoke many hours later, she expected to find an empty pillows next to hers. However, when she rolled over to check, an arm held her firmly in place.

She smiled as she saw Remus, still snoozing peacefully. The young woman eyed him fondly, realizing this was the first time that all (even though there was only one) of her bedmates had remained when she woke up.

Hermione gently rolled over to face Remus. She kissed his neck, and then his jaw line, and then his lips. She felt him responding and pulled back.

“Good morning lover,” she whispered, waiting for his response to her choice of words.

“Good morning beautiful,” he whispered back, brushing a lock of hair out of her face.

She licked her lips. “I’m glad you stayed.”

Remus laughed softly. “There’s no where else I’d rather be.” He kissed her tenderly. “As a matter of fact, I’d rather like you to stay with me for quite a while.”

Hermione knew the implications went beyond the bedroom. She paused and considered, then realized there was really nothing to consider.

“Okay,” was her whispered response.

Remus grinned widely. “Good.” He paused. “Of course, you realize that while I’m a rather possessive man, I don’t mind sharing occasionally.”

“And I don’t mind being shared occasionally.” Hermione laughed. “Gods, I’ve been a slut this weekend.”

“Not at all!” Remus protested. “You didn’t exactly have much choice in the matter. We three are a very…dominating group of men.”

“Best domination I’ve ever had.” She licked her lips as she remembered the last few days’ escapades, and she suddenly thought of a possible complication.

Hermione pushed up on her elbows, a look of sheer panic on her face. “Oh Merlin, I might be pregnant.”

Remus blinked, groped for his wand, and tapped Hermione’s belly as he whispered an incantation. White sparks flew from the tip of his wand, showering them in the dim light.

“You’re not.” He put the wand away and pulled Hermione into his arms, planting a fiery kiss on her lips. She could barely register the flurry of Remus’ actions, but soon noticed that he was kissing her, and decided it would be the wise course of action to kiss him back.

“Sex goddess,” he murmured against her lips.

“Shag idol,” she mumbled back. They each paused, and Remus burst out laughing.

“Shag idol?” Hermione repeated, smiling bashfully. “It sounds like a bloody reality series on the telly!”

Remus caught his breath and grinned. “I think I got the message,” he said. “Why don’t I show you how the winner would fuck a gorgeous girl such as yourself…”

FIN


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