Fire and Water

Chapter Forty one



Krystal spent the next day at Grimmauld Place, not wanting to leave until Harry was completely better. He had recovered well, the only residual effect being a low temperature, which was slowly coming back to normal with the help of the potions.

The others had filled her in on their misadventure at the Ministry, their search for the Horcruxes leading them there, and, although she had felt it her duty as the only adult around to soundly abuse them for taking such a chance, she secretly admired their bravery and dedication to their task.



She’d sent a Patronus to Remus to tell him where she was, and late the next evening he arrived; appearing in the doorway of Harry’s room as Krystal was giving him his nightly dose of potion.

“Remus - what a surprise! What are you doing here?” Harry asked a little sarcastically, grinning and slyly glancing at Krystal, who’d jumped up off the bed as if she‘d been scalded.

“I was concerned about you, but you are obviously in very good hands,” said Remus, walking straight to Krystal and taking her hand.



“Hi!” he said with a smile, not taking his eyes off her.

“Hi, yourself,” she returned, beaming at him, badly wanting to kiss him.

“God, will you two take your soppy grins outside please, I’m not a well person, and you‘re making me feel nauseous,” came Harry’s voice, muffled as he put a pillow over his head.



Krystal and Remus laughed and, after checking Harry was really fine, they left quickly, saying their good nights. Remus pulled Krystal into a dark corner in the hall and they spent a few minutes properly greeting each other, emerging quickly, straightening their clothes as Ron and Hermione came thundering up the stairs.



The two teenagers stopped abruptly as they saw Remus and Krystal emerge from the shadows, adjusting their clothes.

“Good to see you, Remus!” said Hermione, her face a little pink as she tried to hide her amusement. Ron turned red when he saw their flushed faces and realised what they’d been doing in the corner.



As they opened Harry’s door, they heard Ron mutter, “When did that happen?” to Hermione. They heard Harry say something as the door closed, then a moment later, muffled laughter.

“Good to know we’re entertaining them,’ Remus said with a grin as he put his arms around Krystal. “Now, since our secret is obviously out, where did you say your bedroom was?”

She giggled as she dragged him along the hall to a spare room. He looked around the bedroom. “Hmmm, I remember this room.”

So did she - that’s why she’d chosen it. It was the room they’d had their first kiss in all those years ago.



Krystal watched Remus throw himself onto the bed, casting a Silencing Spell with his wand before dropping it onto the side table. She locked the door and quickly followed, laughing as he pulled her down on top of him. She kissed him, the gentle kiss soon heating up until she was pulling his shirt roughly over his head.



Once he was naked from the waist up, he did the same to her, pulling her bra roughly off with her shirt. Both of their fingers fumbled at his belt; hers slapping his away as he held up her progress. He slid his hands under her skirt and tore off her panties, tossing them across the room, as she laughed at his eagerness. He pushed her skirt up to her waist, and moved his hand between her legs.



She raised herself, shoving his trousers and underpants down to his knees, as he rained kisses all over her exposed skin. He bit a nipple and Krystal cried out in both pain and lust. She lowered herself onto him, biting back a scream of pleasure as he slid all the way into her. Remus groaned loudly into her chest, the sound muffled against her skin. She kissed his temple and as he raised his head to look at her, she moved.



His hiss was audible as she pinched his nipple then pushed him onto his back to lave it with her tongue. She set a steady pace, moving up and down on him slowly at first. Krystal kissed him all over; when she reached the sensitive spot on his neck, he growled his pleasure, gripped her hips and slammed himself into her hard. She cried out and sped up her movements.



Remus sat up and kissed her, her nipples brushed his chest and Krystal felt herself getting close to the end. Remus’ hands slipped onto her butt, pulling her closer to him as his teeth grazed her neck and he whispered hot, sexy, dirty words into her ear.



“God!’ she ground out, as his voice sent her straight over the edge, moaning into his shoulder as his fingers bit into the flesh on her ass. He succumbed as well; groaning her name over and over into her breast. They fell back panting against the pillows; Krystal on top of Remus; Remus still inside her.



They lay there for several minutes, catching their breath. Remus ran his hands up and down Krystal’s back gently, listening to her heart rate gradually slow. When he spoke, his voice was raspier than usual.

“Well, I don’t remember the night ending like that all those years ago.”

Krystal laughed into his chest. “You’ve got a short memory,’ she retorted, her lips brushing his nipple as she spoke. “It came damn close - you were pretty easy.’

It was his turn to laugh, and he rolled them so they were lying side by side. He reached over and grabbed his wand, casting Cleansing spells and contraceptive spells over them.



“So,’ he said, “Tell me what’s been happening.” She talked, telling him everything; hesitating only a little before telling him about her visit to Severus.

“But Harry’s fine now, there are no lingering effects?” Krystal shook her head.

“No, he seems healthy and in good spirits. They are talking about getting on the road again soon.”

Remus looked at her closely. “Still can’t tell me what they are doing?” Krystal stretched and Remus was momentarily distracted by the sight of her breasts near his face.

“You know I can’t,” she said, slapping his hand as it crept around to her chest. He laughed and pulled her close.



“And Snape,’ he said, feeling Krystal tense. “He really helped Harry?”

Krystal nodded adding, “Harry doesn’t know. He doesn’t remember anything and I Obliviated the other two.” He looked at her curiously.

“I can’t let Harry know that Sev saved him; if he knows, he could inadvertently give him away and get him killed.”



He nodded. They lay in silence for a few moments before Krystal sat up and pushed Remus onto his back, laying across his chest. “You don’t still think there is something going on between us, do you? Because you have to know by now how I feel about you.”

Remus raised his head and kissed her. “I do know. I got a bit jealous but….I’m sorry, I just can’t get used to you being so close to him; to anyone else.”

He paused and stroked his hand over her hair. ‘I’m sorry I bought up Sirius. I know we weren’t together, and I practically drove you to him. I guess I was a bit more jealous than I realised about the connection between the two of you.’



Krystal smiled and moved, straddling him again. ’I could have had a man who was known as ‘The Tongue’ for very good reasons, and I chose you. I was attracted to Sirius, the same way you were attracted to that little Hufflepuff cow you dated once…’ He laughed then grimaced as she pinched him. ’But I loved you. I still love you. I never stopped loving you.’



Her words bought a smile to his face, and she kissed him deeply before saying, “Don’t you know that I adore you?” She kissed him again, quicker this time.

“Do you?” he said, when she released his lips.

“Mmmm,” she said, kissing his neck now. “Do I need to show you again, how much I want you; how much I need you?”

As she spoke, her mouth made it’s way lower, using her tongue to trace the patterns of his scars. Remus’ breathing quickened and heat coursed through his body to settle in his groin.



“I think you might, actually!” The words came out in a rush as she flicked her tongue over his nipple. His back arched a little as she moved to the other nipple and scraped her teeth over it.

“Let me think. How can I show you just how much I crave you; how incredibly hot you make me?’ she whispered as she sank down further, kissing the skin around his navel, feeling the muscles in his stomach clench.



He could only let out a strangled moan as her tongue licked his skin, then circled his belly button. He could feel her hand encircle him and her breath was hot as she spoke, whispering filthy suggestions as her tongue lapped at him and her hand stroked. She chuckled softly when he thrust up towards her impatiently.



All talk stopped as she took him in her mouth and he cried out, clutching at her head. Krystal ran her tongue over him, taking him deep into her mouth. He groaned and his hands tightened in her hair. He thrust up, as she scraped her teeth lightly along him. She felt him tensing and sped up her movements until he was arching off the bed and, once again, urgently calling out her name.



As his body relaxed, Krystal kissed back up his body, ending at his lips. When she pecked them softly, he managed to raise his hand and run it around the back of her neck, pulling her lips harder against his, tasting himself on her tongue before moving away, panting.

‘God!’ he exclaimed breathlessly. ‘I’d almost forgotten how good you were at that.’ She gave a soft laugh, and kissed him again.

‘I‘d almost forgotten how much I enjoyed doing that,’ she said softly, running her tongue over her lips. ‘And how good you taste.’ His eyes darkened as she spoke and he pulled her down to his lips again.



“So, did I manage to convince you of just how much I love you?’ she asked, when he let her mouth free.

“You did, and I am incredibly grateful. When I am able to move again, I‘ll show you just how grateful,’ he mumbled, sliding his hand down her back to pinch her butt. She giggled and kissed him again.

“You are the only man I have ever done that to,’ she murmured against his lips. Despite his exhaustion, he felt a stirring in his lower body.

Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she slid off him and lay down, her head on his chest, and said, “Yeah, Severus hates blow jobs.”



Her giggle turned into a squeal as he rolled on top of her, laughing as he kissed her. His laughter faded as he broke away from her, looking down at her face.

‘You’re the only woman who’s ever done that to me. I wouldn’t let Tonks.’ She looked at him curiously and he shrugged.

‘It was after we did that for the first time that I realised I loved you,’ he explained, watching as he played with her hair, letting it run through his fingers. ‘I just couldn’t bring myself to do it to anyone else, or let them do it to me.’



He looked over at her, and saw the tears in her eyes. ‘I don’t have that problem now though,’ he said with a grin, happy when he saw her smile. “And I think I’m ready to show my gratitude.’

She laughed and he kissed her, then his head moved down her body, murmuring as he did, telling her exactly how he intended to go about thanking her. That was until he reached her abdomen, and he put his mouth to better use.



There was a soft knock at the bedroom door the next morning and Krystal groaned in complaint, pulling the blanket higher over her head. The knock came again, louder this time. With a quiet curse, Krystal threw back the covers and dropped her legs over the side of the bed. She stood to answer the door, pulling a robe over her naked body as she did. She ran a hand through her hair and opened the door, yawning as Harry turned to smile at her.



“Good morning,’ he said brightly. “Did I wake you?” Krystal leant against the door frame and rubbed at her eyes, nodding.

“What’s the time?’ she mumbled, her voice cracking a little.

“It’s around 10 o’clock,’ Harry answered with a sly look on his face. “We let you sleep in. I know you had a late night: someone’s Silencing Charms need work.”



He grinned at Krystal’s reddening face and looked past her to the bed, where Remus had just sat up; bare chested and yawning. He froze when he saw Harry, then gave him a sheepish smile.

“Morning Remus - you look tired. Rough night?” enquired Harry, ducking around the door frame when a pillow came pelting across the room at him.



Krystal shooed a smiling Harry away, promising to get dressed and come downstairs straight away.

“Don’t get distracted by…anything!” called Harry, who they could hear laughing all the way down to the kitchen.

“Prat,’ said Remus affectionately, stretching as he lay in bed, the sheet sliding down to his hips. Krystal stared for a moment then closed her eyes tightly.

“Please get some clothes on,’ she begged, feeling tingling through her body at the sight of him.



Remus grinned, seeing her discomfort. “Come and say good morning to me first,” he said with amusement as he patted the bed next to him. Krystal shook her head, refusing to look his way.

“Come on, I won’t jump you. I can control myself, you know,” he teased. Krystal grabbed her clothes from a nearby chair and opened the bedroom door.

“It’s not your lack of control I’m worried about,” she muttered as she slipped out the door to the sound of his laughter.



Remus was in the kitchen sitting at the table with a cup of coffee when Krystal walked in. His face was serious; all the laughter of just minutes ago gone.

“What’s going on?” Krystal looked from Remus to Harry, who was standing with Ron and Hermione on the other side of the room.

“We’re leaving today. We‘ve spent too long here already,’ said Harry.

Krystal nodded and said, “I thought you might.” She poured herself a coffee and leaned against the counter. “Do you know where you are going to go?” she asked.

“We’ve got some ideas,’ said Hermione.



“You’re all still determined to do this alone?” Remus broke in, his voice low. “You know, we could help - I could help - if you let me.”

The teenagers looked at each other, their faces guilty.“This is the way Dumbledore wanted it. I’m sorry Remus, but I can’t tell you what we‘re doing,” replied Harry, regret obvious in his voice. Remus stared at Harry for a few moments, then stood and turned to Krystal.

“I’ll see you upstairs.” His voice was tightly controlled and his body tense as he left the room.



Harry and Hermione looked distressed and Ron said, “We can’t tell him, doesn’t he understand that we would if we could?”

Krystal looked at them, standing in the kitchen, looking betrayed.

“He knows that. Remus cares about you all and he wants to do something constructive to help. It’s frustrating - all this sitting around. Waiting for something we know is coming is almost worse than facing it. He’ll come around,” she reassured them.



Harry picked up his knapsack and slung it over his shoulder. Hermione came forward to hug Krystal. Krystal took the opportunity to remind the younger woman about the new potions and to call if they needed help. Hermione nodded and moved out of the way as Ron approached. Krystal smiled as he stood awkwardly in front of her.

She reached over and hugged him, feeling him put his arms carefully around her. “Stay strong,’ she whispered to him. “Remember to keep your guard up.”

Ron nodded, his face flushed as he gave her a lopsided smile as he picked up his bag and joined Hermione in the hall.



Krystal lifted her shoulders and bit her lip as Harry looked at her. He smiled.

“This is goodbye for now, I guess,’ he said.

Krystal nodded, finding herself unable to get any words past the constriction in her throat.

“We’ll be fine,’ he said, his eyes betraying his nervousness. “You taught us well.” He stared at her in silence for a moment, then moved quickly, hugging her tightly.

“Thank you. I’d be dead if it weren’t for you,’ he whispered. She hugged him back, wishing she could tell him that she hadn’t been alone that night.

“Please, please be careful,” she whispered back to him, closing her eyes against the tears that threatened to spill over. She felt him nod and pull away.



He quickly looked away from her, blinking his own eyes rapidly.

“Watch out for Remus for me?” he asked.

“I’ll be fine; you worry about yourself,” came a low, raspy voice from the doorway. Harry and Krystal both turned to see a grim faced Remus standing there. He took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry - I was being a fool,’ he said walking to Harry. “Be careful, yes?’ he asked, putting his hands on Harry’s shoulders. Harry nodded and the men embraced, exchanging softly spoken words.



They left the kitchen and met the other’s in the hall. Harry and Ron held onto Hermione’s hands as they apparated off the top step of the house. Krystal moved to Remus and snuck her hand into his. He looked down at her, and she saw his concern echoed on her face. He pulled her to him and kissed the top of her head.

“He’s got a good head on his shoulders and you taught him well,’ he said into her hair. “Try not to worry.” She put her arms around his waist and heard a rumble of laughter in his chest.

“What?” she asked, pulling back to stare at him.



“He told me to make an honest woman of you. Cheeky sod.”

Krystal grinned. “I don’t think that’s possible,’ she teased. “You’ve corrupted me far too badly for me to ever be honest again.”

Remus grinned now. “I’ve corrupted you, have I? I don’t think it was me waking you up at 3 o’clock this morning with my mouth on your…”



He broke off as she kissed him, returning it with growing excitement.

“We shouldn’t stay here either,” she said into his neck.

“No,’ he agreed, shuddering a little as he felt her teeth scrape against the skin just above his pulse. She looked up at him, amused by how easily he was distracted.

“Hang onto me,’ she said, leading him to the top step and closing the door behind them. “I don’t want you to splinch off anything important.”

He laughed as he held her hand and she spun them into blackness.