Forbidden Feelings
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
35,520
Reviews:
42
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Five
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Forbidden Feelings
Chapter 5
Hermione locked herself in her room. She didn’t want to see anyone or talk to anyone. Although it was almost dinnertime, she couldn’t eat, couldn’t face anyone. She was so humiliated.
She had thrown herself at Lucius Malfoy.
What had possessed her? She had never thought he was anything but an arrogant prat. But now…
Unbidden thoughts of kissing Lucius arose in her mind…and those hands…
Hermione found her body responding to these thoughts. She tried to fight it but she had felt as if she were on fire all day with no relief. As she thought of Lucius touching her, Hermione slipped her hand underneath her knickers.
She remembered how it felt to be in his powerful arms. In her mind, they were again interrupted by Professor Lupin but this time she did not pull away. She imagined her professor’s face as he watched them with hungrily.
“Professor. I want you so much.”
In her fantasy, she could tell him what she could not in reality. He moved to her then and passionately kissed her. This part was vague, though and she had trouble imagining what it would be like to kiss him.
In a flash, a series of thoughts raced through her mind.
Lucius moved behind her grabbing her hands behind her back and whispering huskily in her ear.
“You are my prisoner now, Miss Granger. I can do whatever I want to you.”
His hand moved under her shirt stroking her breast roughly.
These sensations were clearer. She somehow knew exactly what that felt like and it was wonderful. Lucius kissed the side of her face as her DADA professor looked at them with longing and pain on his face.
Where had that come from?
Suddenly Lupin was in front of her, ripping her skirt and panties from her, exposing her body to his gaze. With a groan, he fell to his knees and grabbed her hips, pulling her toward him.
When he kissed her eager body, liquid fire ran through her. It was so clear as if she were reliving a moment instead of creating one. The strong musty smell mingled with Lucius’ cologne as Remus’ tongue licked her.
Her own fingers worked feverishly and Hermione came all too soon. She was actually surprised that she was able to hold it off as long as she could. Just the sight of Professor Lupin on his knees in front of her, staring at her hungrily, wanting her was almost enough.
As she lay there afterwards Hermione was ashamed of herself. When had she become such a slut?
And what must Professor Lupin think of her. The look on his face as he saw them together was seared into her brain.
He had been so angry and …what? The other emotions were etched in his face as well.
Betrayal.
Desire.
That couldn’t be right. And why was he not surprised?
No, she thought, he was surprised but not as shocked as he should have been. Almost as if he were disappointed, that it had happened again.
Again! That must be wrong and yet she felt that it had happened before. That fantasy had been so real.
Suddenly moments in the last week stood out. Moments that had not made sense before.
Her feelings of satisfaction as if she had gotten something she had wanted, longed for.
Smells and sights that had aroused her for no apparent reason.
Holes in her memory that she didn’t even question before.
And Professor Lupin.
He had been acting strange around her. Avoiding her if possible. And when he was around, he had given her strange looks that had made her catch her breath in anticipation.
The look on his fact as he caught her and Malfoy. Her moral and principled professor watching them with such hunger and need. It was quickly masked but she had seen it.
What was going on?
She didn’t know but she knew how to find out.
She would not be sent out of the room like a child. Not when they both obviously knew what was going on. She was a part of this thing. What part she didn’t know but she would soon find out.
Hermione rushed from her room. Her tears were now dry and she had a determined look on her face. She would not be used by either of them.
She could understand Lucius’ actions; he was a snake.
But Professor Lupin?
He was so kind, gentle, and honorable.
Obviously not!
She was really angry now. Something had happened and he would tell her.
As she stormed through the classroom door, Hermione was determined to get the truth out of the two men.
Hermione came to a halt, a look of shock on her face.
Nothing could have prepared her for this!
Her professor was on his knees in front of Lucius Malfoy. The older man’s hands were on either side of his face. Lupin’s hands were grasping his arms. Lucius was leaning in close to him. They turned to look at her in surprise.
Hermione wondered at the look on their faces. She couldn’t tell if Lucius had been about to strike Lupin…
Or kiss him.
Forbidden Feelings
Chapter 5
Hermione locked herself in her room. She didn’t want to see anyone or talk to anyone. Although it was almost dinnertime, she couldn’t eat, couldn’t face anyone. She was so humiliated.
She had thrown herself at Lucius Malfoy.
What had possessed her? She had never thought he was anything but an arrogant prat. But now…
Unbidden thoughts of kissing Lucius arose in her mind…and those hands…
Hermione found her body responding to these thoughts. She tried to fight it but she had felt as if she were on fire all day with no relief. As she thought of Lucius touching her, Hermione slipped her hand underneath her knickers.
She remembered how it felt to be in his powerful arms. In her mind, they were again interrupted by Professor Lupin but this time she did not pull away. She imagined her professor’s face as he watched them with hungrily.
“Professor. I want you so much.”
In her fantasy, she could tell him what she could not in reality. He moved to her then and passionately kissed her. This part was vague, though and she had trouble imagining what it would be like to kiss him.
In a flash, a series of thoughts raced through her mind.
Lucius moved behind her grabbing her hands behind her back and whispering huskily in her ear.
“You are my prisoner now, Miss Granger. I can do whatever I want to you.”
His hand moved under her shirt stroking her breast roughly.
These sensations were clearer. She somehow knew exactly what that felt like and it was wonderful. Lucius kissed the side of her face as her DADA professor looked at them with longing and pain on his face.
Where had that come from?
Suddenly Lupin was in front of her, ripping her skirt and panties from her, exposing her body to his gaze. With a groan, he fell to his knees and grabbed her hips, pulling her toward him.
When he kissed her eager body, liquid fire ran through her. It was so clear as if she were reliving a moment instead of creating one. The strong musty smell mingled with Lucius’ cologne as Remus’ tongue licked her.
Her own fingers worked feverishly and Hermione came all too soon. She was actually surprised that she was able to hold it off as long as she could. Just the sight of Professor Lupin on his knees in front of her, staring at her hungrily, wanting her was almost enough.
As she lay there afterwards Hermione was ashamed of herself. When had she become such a slut?
And what must Professor Lupin think of her. The look on his face as he saw them together was seared into her brain.
He had been so angry and …what? The other emotions were etched in his face as well.
Betrayal.
Desire.
That couldn’t be right. And why was he not surprised?
No, she thought, he was surprised but not as shocked as he should have been. Almost as if he were disappointed, that it had happened again.
Again! That must be wrong and yet she felt that it had happened before. That fantasy had been so real.
Suddenly moments in the last week stood out. Moments that had not made sense before.
Her feelings of satisfaction as if she had gotten something she had wanted, longed for.
Smells and sights that had aroused her for no apparent reason.
Holes in her memory that she didn’t even question before.
And Professor Lupin.
He had been acting strange around her. Avoiding her if possible. And when he was around, he had given her strange looks that had made her catch her breath in anticipation.
The look on his fact as he caught her and Malfoy. Her moral and principled professor watching them with such hunger and need. It was quickly masked but she had seen it.
What was going on?
She didn’t know but she knew how to find out.
She would not be sent out of the room like a child. Not when they both obviously knew what was going on. She was a part of this thing. What part she didn’t know but she would soon find out.
Hermione rushed from her room. Her tears were now dry and she had a determined look on her face. She would not be used by either of them.
She could understand Lucius’ actions; he was a snake.
But Professor Lupin?
He was so kind, gentle, and honorable.
Obviously not!
She was really angry now. Something had happened and he would tell her.
As she stormed through the classroom door, Hermione was determined to get the truth out of the two men.
Hermione came to a halt, a look of shock on her face.
Nothing could have prepared her for this!
Her professor was on his knees in front of Lucius Malfoy. The older man’s hands were on either side of his face. Lupin’s hands were grasping his arms. Lucius was leaning in close to him. They turned to look at her in surprise.
Hermione wondered at the look on their faces. She couldn’t tell if Lucius had been about to strike Lupin…
Or kiss him.