It's in the Hunt
folder
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
8,439
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
8,439
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter (wish I did). I make no money from this (I'm still broke).
Chapter Four
Please read and REVIEW!!!
***
Chapter Four
Why did she have to be so damn young? The man that called himself "Rommie" splashed his face with the water in the sink and looked at his real face for what felt like the first time in ages. His hand swiped across the fog covering the glass and kept looking. He was too old by half for the young brilliant witch. He closed his eyes when he recalled the feel of her lips against his throat and shuttered. His hands fisted even as his cock became hard all over again.
“I’m too old to be getting randy for a woman like this,” he told his own body, which was apparently disagreeing with him as he only got harder at the thought of the young woman and what he wanted to do with her.
Muttering a curse he squeezed his eyes tighter even as his hand went straight over to his straining erection and began to take care of at least part of his problem.
***
Hermione was surrounded by books when she realized just whose diary she was reading. Jumping up, she scrambled over to see if she could find anyone there in what she figured were the sub-dungeons of the school. She finally found Rommie and Draco bickering again.
Interrupting them she said, “The Grey Lady knows where the diadem is.”
“What?” Rommie asked. “How do you know?”
“I thought I was reading another one of Regina Ravenclaw’s diaries, but this was her daughter’s diary, not hers.” She sat down next to Rommie, pointing down to the text. “She stole the crown! It’s all here.” She looked over to Draco. “Chances are that the dark lord moved it. So the question is to where?”
“Good question,” he muttered.
She thought it over and murmured, “If we can figure out when he found the diadem and made the horcrux, we might have a better idea where he hid it. He would have more than likely spoken to the Grey Lady, asking her about it. She was, after all, Regina Ravenclaw’s daughter. He must have thought she would have a better idea of where it might be just on that basis alone.”
“How is that?” Draco asked. “How is it that you know so much about him and what he might do?”
“Because if you studied Tom Riddle’s history, you would know where he was at any given time,” she told him. “That’s why. As for his thinking, the man is obsessive. How can you not know what he wanted more than anything? This school, power, and killing what he himself is without actually doing himself in are the only focuses of his life it would seem.” She stood up. “Why you have to be so contrary is beyond me, Draco. But it’s becoming boorish not to mention more than a little tiresome. If you want someone to argue with adopt a mirror. Merlin knows you look into one often enough.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed, as he was about to get up from his chair and give her a piece of his mind.
“Draco!” The younger wizard’s face snapped over to the man across from him. “Stop it.”
“But…” he began to whine.
“Now.”
Pouting he went off, leaving the two of them alone. Rommie stood up and went over to her. Smiling he said, “Adopt a mirror. I must remember that.” His knuckles caressed her face, stopping just short of the dark circles under her eyes. “You didn’t sleep well.”
“No,” she admitted. “I-I…” she cleared her throat. “I don’t usually speak to men like I did last night to you.”
He nodded. “I know.”
Arching her brow, she inquired, “How do you know that?”
He leaned down closer, whispering, “I can smell your innocence.” Rommie kissed her shoulder. “It’s like a light perfume in the air, tickling my nose.” He kissed her neck. “Making me even more hungry for you.” The man felt as she absently moved closer to him, making him smile wolfishly. “Mmm, you want me as well?” His hand moved to her waist, rubbing the slope of it going down to her hip. “I want you so much, Miss Granger, but not now.” He kissed her cheek. “I have a ghost to speak to, my sweet. Until later?”
She nodded absently in response, as she was so absolutely tongue tied that it was comical.
***
Hermione was looking at another ugly end of a bad night’s sleep. She tossed over and punched her pillow with a vehemence that one usually reserved for a person that had insulted them greatly. Settling down onto the pillow, she tried to relax, but was totally aware that her pillow wasn’t supporting her head and neck properly. And now that she was thinking about it, the bed was too lumpy and her feet were cold.
She was about to pull on her favorite pair of wool socks when her door opened and shut quietly. Before she knew it a very masculine body slipped into the bed with her. Arms went around Hermione pulling her into the spoon of his body, feeling Rommie as he nuzzled her neck.
“Better?” he purred against her ear.
She turned around in his arms, pressing her face into his neck and resting her head on his bicep. With a contented sigh, Hermione slipped off to sleep.
Rommie’s arms went all the tighter around her, pulling her closer, which didn’t feel close enough by half. He couldn’t sleep. He tried and failed. Finally, giving up he got up and decided to see what Hermione was doing. She too was having a time of it from the appearance of her tangled bedclothes and so he walked in, joining her.
His large hands slid over her body, massaging and squeezing from time to time. He heard as she purred. Slipping her arms around him, Hermione rubbed her face against his chest and slipped deeper into slumber.
Closing his eyes, he inhaled her scent deeply. Sooner or later he was going to have to tell her, he reasoned with himself. How would she act in response? Would he lose her? His fingers went tighter around her as a result. She whimpered, forcing him to react.
“Shh, love, I’m sorry,” he cooed, relaxing his hands again. “Everything is fine. Sleep peacefully.”
Hermione settled back down again, letting out a soft sigh as she did so. Absently he kissed her temple, as he felt himself begin to drift into resting. He couldn’t lose her. He felt as the witch in his arms moved slightly, slipping her thigh over his hips and pressing her small cold foot against his much warmer calf.
He was smiling to himself when he heard it. A small whispered word from her mouth that had his world going upside down and his body stiffening. No, he thought, she just sighed. She couldn’t have really said his name—his real name at that.
She moved again, this time rubbing her face against his chest as she whispered it again, but this time she was loud enough that he couldn’t mistake what she had said.
“Remus.”
***
Cookies go out to Narcissas Sister! Did you hack my computer or are you simply a mindreader? LOL! Great going! Thank you to everyone who is reading! Now please for the sake of what little sanity I can lay claim to, REVIEW!! LOL!
***
Chapter Four
Why did she have to be so damn young? The man that called himself "Rommie" splashed his face with the water in the sink and looked at his real face for what felt like the first time in ages. His hand swiped across the fog covering the glass and kept looking. He was too old by half for the young brilliant witch. He closed his eyes when he recalled the feel of her lips against his throat and shuttered. His hands fisted even as his cock became hard all over again.
“I’m too old to be getting randy for a woman like this,” he told his own body, which was apparently disagreeing with him as he only got harder at the thought of the young woman and what he wanted to do with her.
Muttering a curse he squeezed his eyes tighter even as his hand went straight over to his straining erection and began to take care of at least part of his problem.
***
Hermione was surrounded by books when she realized just whose diary she was reading. Jumping up, she scrambled over to see if she could find anyone there in what she figured were the sub-dungeons of the school. She finally found Rommie and Draco bickering again.
Interrupting them she said, “The Grey Lady knows where the diadem is.”
“What?” Rommie asked. “How do you know?”
“I thought I was reading another one of Regina Ravenclaw’s diaries, but this was her daughter’s diary, not hers.” She sat down next to Rommie, pointing down to the text. “She stole the crown! It’s all here.” She looked over to Draco. “Chances are that the dark lord moved it. So the question is to where?”
“Good question,” he muttered.
She thought it over and murmured, “If we can figure out when he found the diadem and made the horcrux, we might have a better idea where he hid it. He would have more than likely spoken to the Grey Lady, asking her about it. She was, after all, Regina Ravenclaw’s daughter. He must have thought she would have a better idea of where it might be just on that basis alone.”
“How is that?” Draco asked. “How is it that you know so much about him and what he might do?”
“Because if you studied Tom Riddle’s history, you would know where he was at any given time,” she told him. “That’s why. As for his thinking, the man is obsessive. How can you not know what he wanted more than anything? This school, power, and killing what he himself is without actually doing himself in are the only focuses of his life it would seem.” She stood up. “Why you have to be so contrary is beyond me, Draco. But it’s becoming boorish not to mention more than a little tiresome. If you want someone to argue with adopt a mirror. Merlin knows you look into one often enough.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed, as he was about to get up from his chair and give her a piece of his mind.
“Draco!” The younger wizard’s face snapped over to the man across from him. “Stop it.”
“But…” he began to whine.
“Now.”
Pouting he went off, leaving the two of them alone. Rommie stood up and went over to her. Smiling he said, “Adopt a mirror. I must remember that.” His knuckles caressed her face, stopping just short of the dark circles under her eyes. “You didn’t sleep well.”
“No,” she admitted. “I-I…” she cleared her throat. “I don’t usually speak to men like I did last night to you.”
He nodded. “I know.”
Arching her brow, she inquired, “How do you know that?”
He leaned down closer, whispering, “I can smell your innocence.” Rommie kissed her shoulder. “It’s like a light perfume in the air, tickling my nose.” He kissed her neck. “Making me even more hungry for you.” The man felt as she absently moved closer to him, making him smile wolfishly. “Mmm, you want me as well?” His hand moved to her waist, rubbing the slope of it going down to her hip. “I want you so much, Miss Granger, but not now.” He kissed her cheek. “I have a ghost to speak to, my sweet. Until later?”
She nodded absently in response, as she was so absolutely tongue tied that it was comical.
***
Hermione was looking at another ugly end of a bad night’s sleep. She tossed over and punched her pillow with a vehemence that one usually reserved for a person that had insulted them greatly. Settling down onto the pillow, she tried to relax, but was totally aware that her pillow wasn’t supporting her head and neck properly. And now that she was thinking about it, the bed was too lumpy and her feet were cold.
She was about to pull on her favorite pair of wool socks when her door opened and shut quietly. Before she knew it a very masculine body slipped into the bed with her. Arms went around Hermione pulling her into the spoon of his body, feeling Rommie as he nuzzled her neck.
“Better?” he purred against her ear.
She turned around in his arms, pressing her face into his neck and resting her head on his bicep. With a contented sigh, Hermione slipped off to sleep.
Rommie’s arms went all the tighter around her, pulling her closer, which didn’t feel close enough by half. He couldn’t sleep. He tried and failed. Finally, giving up he got up and decided to see what Hermione was doing. She too was having a time of it from the appearance of her tangled bedclothes and so he walked in, joining her.
His large hands slid over her body, massaging and squeezing from time to time. He heard as she purred. Slipping her arms around him, Hermione rubbed her face against his chest and slipped deeper into slumber.
Closing his eyes, he inhaled her scent deeply. Sooner or later he was going to have to tell her, he reasoned with himself. How would she act in response? Would he lose her? His fingers went tighter around her as a result. She whimpered, forcing him to react.
“Shh, love, I’m sorry,” he cooed, relaxing his hands again. “Everything is fine. Sleep peacefully.”
Hermione settled back down again, letting out a soft sigh as she did so. Absently he kissed her temple, as he felt himself begin to drift into resting. He couldn’t lose her. He felt as the witch in his arms moved slightly, slipping her thigh over his hips and pressing her small cold foot against his much warmer calf.
He was smiling to himself when he heard it. A small whispered word from her mouth that had his world going upside down and his body stiffening. No, he thought, she just sighed. She couldn’t have really said his name—his real name at that.
She moved again, this time rubbing her face against his chest as she whispered it again, but this time she was loud enough that he couldn’t mistake what she had said.
“Remus.”
***
Cookies go out to Narcissas Sister! Did you hack my computer or are you simply a mindreader? LOL! Great going! Thank you to everyone who is reading! Now please for the sake of what little sanity I can lay claim to, REVIEW!! LOL!