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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
5,338
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Almost
Title: Almost
Set: Lilac
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU/AR, Insinuations
Summary: #5 – Almost. ‘Tonight I'm feeling like an animal, tonight I'm howling inside, tonight I'm feeling like an animal, tonight I'm going wild.’ ‘All I Want’ by The Cure.
Word Count: 649 words.
Author's Notes: This set of drabbles is based off of ‘Little Red Riding Hood,’ you can read the fairy story here: http://www.tonightsbedtimestory.com/little-red-riding-hood/
#5 – Almost
Remus knew the woman was ignorant of how close she had come to mortal peril. He also knew, by way of realization, that he was far too restless. He had almost acted too soon, too rashly. The wolf had almost taken her, eaten her.
The last time he had been so rash was when a human strayed too close to his territory, a human girl, perhaps only ten years old. With his pack with him, he remembered snapping the girl’s neck between his jaws, and savouring the taste of innocent blood.
His humanity had died, but still there had been a small compulsion to show the girl back to the path and save her life. However, the compulsion had flitted through him like gust through the trees and was gone. Remus remembered what morality was, conscience, it was something his human self had been far too keen to keep. What morality he had now dealt only with the politics of the pack. What conscience he had was used to keep the peace in the pack, and mete out judgment.
The woman, whose name, he could not quite remember, had tempted him sorely. Eat or fuck, it was growing harder for him to choose so close to the full moon.
By distancing himself from her, watching her pale body in the moonlight, he made his resolution.
She was like pale gold in the moonlight, her face pointed to the stars in a posture that he adopted every night under the trees of the forest. In the moonlight, she was like a sparkling idol, and Remus was willing to lay his belly on the cold ground in worship. He could smell her above the dank river near the cottage; he could smell her soap on her skin, and under that, he could smell her.
The breeze had made her shift ripple, and from between her thighs, a scent came that had made him yip in anticipation. A strong scent of magic, fertility, femininity, and power… It was an exotic musk, one that made him pant loudly, and one that was noticed by his pack waiting in the forest.
He had made his intentions clear, and by the raucous barking of those in the forest, they could see why Remus had chosen this human.
He almost wanted to make himself known to her that moment. He had only meant to mark her door, her shelter, as his territory. It was unprecedented, he knew, to mark a human’s shelter, but he did it as a form of security. There were other packs that roamed along the river, packs that could be hostile. Now, no pack or wolf could deny his territory. He had scented the yard, the door, though the human woman would never sense it.
All that remained was marking the woman herself.
Remus was so close to her that he almost wished he could will himself into human form that night, but he was stuck until the first rays of dawn touched him. Even then, he wondered if he could hold himself back.
The urge to have her was painful. A part of him wanted to forget he was the wolf and take her in the human shelter, mount her and change her. Padding away from the riverside, he licked his jaws as he passed into the fields toward the forest. He paused to look back to the dark cottage, and sat in the high grass to gaze at the moon overhead. With a snort, he knew that there was something too perverse in taking a human in wolf form.
In human form, however, he knew exactly how to make her enjoy what he wanted to do to her. It would be wonderful, he thought, if she would enjoy it…
There were plans to be set into motion at dawn, and he almost wished he could make the earth turn faster.
Set: Lilac
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU/AR, Insinuations
Summary: #5 – Almost. ‘Tonight I'm feeling like an animal, tonight I'm howling inside, tonight I'm feeling like an animal, tonight I'm going wild.’ ‘All I Want’ by The Cure.
Word Count: 649 words.
Author's Notes: This set of drabbles is based off of ‘Little Red Riding Hood,’ you can read the fairy story here: http://www.tonightsbedtimestory.com/little-red-riding-hood/
#5 – Almost
Remus knew the woman was ignorant of how close she had come to mortal peril. He also knew, by way of realization, that he was far too restless. He had almost acted too soon, too rashly. The wolf had almost taken her, eaten her.
The last time he had been so rash was when a human strayed too close to his territory, a human girl, perhaps only ten years old. With his pack with him, he remembered snapping the girl’s neck between his jaws, and savouring the taste of innocent blood.
His humanity had died, but still there had been a small compulsion to show the girl back to the path and save her life. However, the compulsion had flitted through him like gust through the trees and was gone. Remus remembered what morality was, conscience, it was something his human self had been far too keen to keep. What morality he had now dealt only with the politics of the pack. What conscience he had was used to keep the peace in the pack, and mete out judgment.
The woman, whose name, he could not quite remember, had tempted him sorely. Eat or fuck, it was growing harder for him to choose so close to the full moon.
By distancing himself from her, watching her pale body in the moonlight, he made his resolution.
She was like pale gold in the moonlight, her face pointed to the stars in a posture that he adopted every night under the trees of the forest. In the moonlight, she was like a sparkling idol, and Remus was willing to lay his belly on the cold ground in worship. He could smell her above the dank river near the cottage; he could smell her soap on her skin, and under that, he could smell her.
The breeze had made her shift ripple, and from between her thighs, a scent came that had made him yip in anticipation. A strong scent of magic, fertility, femininity, and power… It was an exotic musk, one that made him pant loudly, and one that was noticed by his pack waiting in the forest.
He had made his intentions clear, and by the raucous barking of those in the forest, they could see why Remus had chosen this human.
He almost wanted to make himself known to her that moment. He had only meant to mark her door, her shelter, as his territory. It was unprecedented, he knew, to mark a human’s shelter, but he did it as a form of security. There were other packs that roamed along the river, packs that could be hostile. Now, no pack or wolf could deny his territory. He had scented the yard, the door, though the human woman would never sense it.
All that remained was marking the woman herself.
Remus was so close to her that he almost wished he could will himself into human form that night, but he was stuck until the first rays of dawn touched him. Even then, he wondered if he could hold himself back.
The urge to have her was painful. A part of him wanted to forget he was the wolf and take her in the human shelter, mount her and change her. Padding away from the riverside, he licked his jaws as he passed into the fields toward the forest. He paused to look back to the dark cottage, and sat in the high grass to gaze at the moon overhead. With a snort, he knew that there was something too perverse in taking a human in wolf form.
In human form, however, he knew exactly how to make her enjoy what he wanted to do to her. It would be wonderful, he thought, if she would enjoy it…
There were plans to be set into motion at dawn, and he almost wished he could make the earth turn faster.