It Happened One Night
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
24
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34,580
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108
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
2
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Over Brunch
CHAPTER 5: Over Brunch
Hermione apparated onto the back stoop of 12 Grimmuald place just before ten. She had overslept, something she never did but had to admit that it was with good reason. She had enjoyed the best sex of her life the night before and felt better than she had since she couldn’t remember when. She hadn’t stopped smiling since she woke up that morning, despite the face that Remus had slipped out while she still slept.
She knocked lightly on the door and waited for just a moment before Molly opened the door.
“Hermione! Good morning dear, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it!” She tugged Hermione inside and shoved her into the crowd of people. Ron was the first person to notice her, unfortunately and as usual he seemed intent on making an ass of himself and embarrassing her.
“Whoa! What in the hell happened to you?” He asked, eyes wide as he stared at her.
“I over slept, do I look that bad?” She asked. She stared down at the pale pink sundress she had worn and wondered just how awful she looked.
“You look bloody fantastic.” Harry said as he pulled out a chair for her. “Whatever you did since last night you should do every night because you look amazing!”
Hermione’s face burned when she heard sputtering from across the table and looked up to see Remus choking on his tea.
“I’ll keep that in mind, Harry, thanks.” She took her seat beside Ginny as Harry went around the table to sit across from them beside Remus. Their eyes met across the table and he offered her a slight smile.
“Wow, Mione, you do look amazing! Your cheeks are pink and you are practically glowing! I don’t think I have ever seen you look quite so….alive.” Ginny said, reaching out to tug on a wayward curl that had fallen over Hermione’s forehead.
“Come on, I can’t look that different in less than twenty four hours.” Hermione said.
“No, I have never seen you look like this, ever.” Ron said from the other end of the table.
“Well you wouldn’t have.” Hermione muttered. She saw the slightly smug smile on Remus’s face as he filled his plate.
“Remus, what happened to your neck?” Harry asked as he stared at the purple mark peeking over Remus’s collar.
“Um….full moon a few days ago, remember? I’ve still got a few bumps and bruises that need to heal.” He looked up at Hermione and watched her smile slightly and duck her head.
Ginny looked over at Remus and then back to Hermione for a moment and then her eyes widened and she started smiling. She leaned close to Hermione, her fingers digging into Hermione’s thigh beneath the table.
“You had better eat fast Mione, you and I are going to have a little chat you naughty witch.” Ginny whispered. Hermione knew that Ginny had picked up on the reason she was glowing as well as the reason for the purple mark on the side of Remus’s neck.
“I don’t think we should talk about it.” Hermione whispered back as she nibbled on a piece of toast.
“Oh no you don’t, I can’t believe you actually did it!” Ginny said. “I was just teasing you. You are so going to tell me what happened.” Hermione jumped slightly when Ginny pinched her thigh.
“What are you two gossiping about over there?” Harry asked, watching his wife and best friend with their heads together.
“Hermione is going to tell me her secret to looking so pretty.” Ginny said, staring pointedly at Remus. He blushed furiously and looked at Hermione who looked just plain miserable in that moment.
“If I didn’t know better I would think our Hermione spent the night shagging to within an inch of her life.” George said around a mouth full of blueberry muffin.
“Not in this lifetime.” Ron said laughing. Hermione’s soft flush of embarrassment turned quickly to anger as she stood abruptly and tossed her napkin onto the table, glaring at him from across the room.
“For your information Ronald, that’s exactly how I spent my night. And it was bloody amazing if you must know. And do you want to know why you have never seen me looking this good? You apparently need a map of a woman’s body because I never imagined sex could be so damned good.” She shoved her chair back from the table and stomped out of the room leaving a shocked group of people staring after her.
“Well where in the bloody hell did that come from?” Ron asked, shocked, embarrassed and slightly angry.
“You really are an arsehole, Ron.” George said. “And apparently bad in bed.”
“How would she know, she’s never been with anyone but me.” Ron said, loading his plate for the second time.
“Now apparently that’s not true anymore and whoever has replaced you obviously has far more skill than you dear brother to put that kind of glow on our Hermione’s face.” George was never one for mincing words and he really didn’t care about protecting Ron’s feelings.
“She wasn’t with anyone, you saw her, she was half pissed when she left the wedding. She’s probably just wearing more makeup than usual.” Ron was good at denial.
At the other end of the table Remus sat shoving his food around on his plate with his fork. He was torn between the internal gloating of a man who was being unwittingly praised for his sexual prowess and the guilt of being a man who had in fact spent the night before with a woman who should have been off limits. Not that he regretted a single moment. It had been the most incredible sexual experience of his entire life and something told him it would never be so good again.
“I think I better go check on Mione.” Ginny said, setting her napkin on the table beside her plate.
“Maybe I should talk to her.” Harry said, staring through the doorway Hermione disappeared through.
“No, this is a girl thing Harry. Why don’t you just stay there and eat some more.” Ginny laughed softly.
“You know Hermione doesn’t just make comments like that. I wonder if she did……” It was almost as though a light bulb went off over his head as he turned his head slowly to stare at Remus in disbelief. “You didn’t…..”
“Mind your business, Harry.” Remus said, refilling his tea.
Hermione apparated onto the back stoop of 12 Grimmuald place just before ten. She had overslept, something she never did but had to admit that it was with good reason. She had enjoyed the best sex of her life the night before and felt better than she had since she couldn’t remember when. She hadn’t stopped smiling since she woke up that morning, despite the face that Remus had slipped out while she still slept.
She knocked lightly on the door and waited for just a moment before Molly opened the door.
“Hermione! Good morning dear, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it!” She tugged Hermione inside and shoved her into the crowd of people. Ron was the first person to notice her, unfortunately and as usual he seemed intent on making an ass of himself and embarrassing her.
“Whoa! What in the hell happened to you?” He asked, eyes wide as he stared at her.
“I over slept, do I look that bad?” She asked. She stared down at the pale pink sundress she had worn and wondered just how awful she looked.
“You look bloody fantastic.” Harry said as he pulled out a chair for her. “Whatever you did since last night you should do every night because you look amazing!”
Hermione’s face burned when she heard sputtering from across the table and looked up to see Remus choking on his tea.
“I’ll keep that in mind, Harry, thanks.” She took her seat beside Ginny as Harry went around the table to sit across from them beside Remus. Their eyes met across the table and he offered her a slight smile.
“Wow, Mione, you do look amazing! Your cheeks are pink and you are practically glowing! I don’t think I have ever seen you look quite so….alive.” Ginny said, reaching out to tug on a wayward curl that had fallen over Hermione’s forehead.
“Come on, I can’t look that different in less than twenty four hours.” Hermione said.
“No, I have never seen you look like this, ever.” Ron said from the other end of the table.
“Well you wouldn’t have.” Hermione muttered. She saw the slightly smug smile on Remus’s face as he filled his plate.
“Remus, what happened to your neck?” Harry asked as he stared at the purple mark peeking over Remus’s collar.
“Um….full moon a few days ago, remember? I’ve still got a few bumps and bruises that need to heal.” He looked up at Hermione and watched her smile slightly and duck her head.
Ginny looked over at Remus and then back to Hermione for a moment and then her eyes widened and she started smiling. She leaned close to Hermione, her fingers digging into Hermione’s thigh beneath the table.
“You had better eat fast Mione, you and I are going to have a little chat you naughty witch.” Ginny whispered. Hermione knew that Ginny had picked up on the reason she was glowing as well as the reason for the purple mark on the side of Remus’s neck.
“I don’t think we should talk about it.” Hermione whispered back as she nibbled on a piece of toast.
“Oh no you don’t, I can’t believe you actually did it!” Ginny said. “I was just teasing you. You are so going to tell me what happened.” Hermione jumped slightly when Ginny pinched her thigh.
“What are you two gossiping about over there?” Harry asked, watching his wife and best friend with their heads together.
“Hermione is going to tell me her secret to looking so pretty.” Ginny said, staring pointedly at Remus. He blushed furiously and looked at Hermione who looked just plain miserable in that moment.
“If I didn’t know better I would think our Hermione spent the night shagging to within an inch of her life.” George said around a mouth full of blueberry muffin.
“Not in this lifetime.” Ron said laughing. Hermione’s soft flush of embarrassment turned quickly to anger as she stood abruptly and tossed her napkin onto the table, glaring at him from across the room.
“For your information Ronald, that’s exactly how I spent my night. And it was bloody amazing if you must know. And do you want to know why you have never seen me looking this good? You apparently need a map of a woman’s body because I never imagined sex could be so damned good.” She shoved her chair back from the table and stomped out of the room leaving a shocked group of people staring after her.
“Well where in the bloody hell did that come from?” Ron asked, shocked, embarrassed and slightly angry.
“You really are an arsehole, Ron.” George said. “And apparently bad in bed.”
“How would she know, she’s never been with anyone but me.” Ron said, loading his plate for the second time.
“Now apparently that’s not true anymore and whoever has replaced you obviously has far more skill than you dear brother to put that kind of glow on our Hermione’s face.” George was never one for mincing words and he really didn’t care about protecting Ron’s feelings.
“She wasn’t with anyone, you saw her, she was half pissed when she left the wedding. She’s probably just wearing more makeup than usual.” Ron was good at denial.
At the other end of the table Remus sat shoving his food around on his plate with his fork. He was torn between the internal gloating of a man who was being unwittingly praised for his sexual prowess and the guilt of being a man who had in fact spent the night before with a woman who should have been off limits. Not that he regretted a single moment. It had been the most incredible sexual experience of his entire life and something told him it would never be so good again.
“I think I better go check on Mione.” Ginny said, setting her napkin on the table beside her plate.
“Maybe I should talk to her.” Harry said, staring through the doorway Hermione disappeared through.
“No, this is a girl thing Harry. Why don’t you just stay there and eat some more.” Ginny laughed softly.
“You know Hermione doesn’t just make comments like that. I wonder if she did……” It was almost as though a light bulb went off over his head as he turned his head slowly to stare at Remus in disbelief. “You didn’t…..”
“Mind your business, Harry.” Remus said, refilling his tea.