Comfort Me

Hermione had the feeling she was in Hell. She glanced around the table and, though the food was delicious, the sight of her boyfriend congratulating and enthusing about spending time with the man she had slept with a week ago definitely indicated she was in the fire pits.

“Great isn’t it Mione!” Harry beamed at her passing her the potatoes. Hermione dumbly nodded “Mmm, food’s lovely”. Harry laughed at the absurdity of the statement “No, I mean about Remus!”

Hermione glanced up, made contact with her new-old professor and quickly looked away. “I believe Remus is the best professor we’ve ever had” There we go, neutral, honest and she’d managed to do it without screaming. Harry and Ron carried on with their mindless chatter while Hermione focused very intently on her dinner plate, conscious of the eyes boring into her from across the table.
“Interesting china pattern Hermione?” a low voice questioned reviving her from her pointless staring. “I thought as the three of you only have two terms left, and final term is really exams, that our personal connections hopefully wouldn’t be a problem. It’s a wonderful offer and mangy half breeds like myself don’t find them very easily”

“Mate it just sucks we only get taught by you for the rest of this year!” Ron interjected with a mouthful of food. Hermione finally looked at him, his explanation was a plea to her rather than the others, and she knew that. She doubted he and Harry or Ron had quite the same “personal connections”. At least she bloody hoped not.

“We should probably get off mate . . .” Harry started. “Chudley Canons match by any chance boys?” Remus smiled knowingly Harry and Ron as they practically ran from the table after realising the time. “Mione, you comin’?” Ron called from the fireplace.

Hermione rolled her eyes at them “No I think I’ll clear up and . . .” as the boys disappeared. “. . .be polite” she finished to herself. Remus stood and looked at her uncertainly from across the table.

She sighed out loud as she gathered the dirty dishes, “Oh relax Remus, I’m not going to shove the plates off the table and ravish you on it. I’d be too likely to sprain something” and turned her back on him.

Remus followed her to the sink carrying the remaining plates trying not to laugh at her irritation and logic. That was Hermione Granger alright. She filled the sink with soapy water and passed him a towel to dry with.

They silently washed and dried the dishes, such a menial task which felt so strangely intimate. Standing close to her, feeling her warmth while they did something so “coupley”, was making him feel both uncomfortable and satisfied.

She looked so serious, so solemn, so sad. She didn’t need to wear her emotions on her sleeve, her faced revealed everything. He longed for the radiant young woman who had collapsed in giggles in his bed when he tickled her sensless.

Suddenly he flicked bubbles from the sink at her, getting drips on her cheek. She looked at him incrediously but before she could respond he splashed her again, soaking her top thoroughly.

“Remus!” she yelled positively outraged, but a grin slowly crept over her features. She scooped the bubbles from the sink and ruffled them into his hair. “You think that’s funny Granger?” Hermione’s infectious giggles returned as he pinned her hands by her sides to stop her splashing him.

She was suddenly conscious of his frame dominating hers, the feel of his hips pressing against her. He gently wiped the bubbles from her nose and let his hand cup her cheek. This was dangerous, he was going to be teaching her, in close proximity with her. But her soft brown eyes looking up at him melted away his reservations.

He lent further forwards so there faces were practically touching, “Mione, what are we doing?” Her voice caught in her throat. “I don’t know Remus but I don’t think I want us to stop” she whispered. He placed a hand so softly on her thigh. He then realized what he was doing and his body stiffened. Hermione laughed softly “So typical Professor you talk the talk but you don’t walk the walk. You can’t follow through with . . .” but he silenced her with a kiss.

He kissed her furiously and passionately his hand in her hair entangled in her curls, cupping her face and the other round her waist as she arched into him and moaned as he softly bit her lip. “We need to stop” he murmured as he kissed her lips and then moved to her throat as he kissed softly down her neck, grazing her skin with his teeth occasionally and sucking and kissing her hot skin.

She sighed and tossed her head back shaking her curls and closing her eyes. “I know.” He stopped kissing her “Remus there is a difference in theoretical reasoning and practical application, as a teacher I’m sure you know that” his laugh vibrated against her skin as he went back to kissing her lips, his tongue exploring her hot wet mouth causing a stirring between his legs as he pushed her against the table and pressed his body against hers.

He ran one hand through her hair and held the other by her side as she softly kissed around his ear and bit his lip in return, while she gently grinded against him causing him to growl. His hand reached under her skirt and stroked trails of fire up the inside of her thigh. The kissing got more and more frenzied as he finally reached her underwear and found them soaking. The alpha in him nearly took her there and then, Merlin he needed her.

He looked at her questioningly but desperately and she nodded in need and slight apprehension but she was too carried away to rationalize. He pushed her underwear aside and slipped his fingers into her wetness, stroking her clit so she moaned making him lose grip of reality. He rubbed her clit faster as she grinded against his hand as he slipped two fingers into her centre and moved them into her. He couldn’t take anymore, it was going so fast neither of them could think but all he knew was he wanted to be inside her right now.

Suddenly, she pushed him from her, her lips bruised and her hair tousled. “Remus are you sure you can live with this? Not feel guilt?” He tried to pull himself together, listen to her words. Not feel guilt? He’d felt guilt all his life! “Your right, you should go”

“Remus that’s not what I meant! I’m trying to tell you not to feel guilt, you have no reason to! I want this as much as you do” Hermione placed her hands on his chest pleading with him. Remus released himself from her grasp.

“Please Hermione leave. I will see you on Monday.” He clenched his fists and lent against the door frame. “Remus please . . .”

“JUST GO!” he hit his fist against the wall with such force, Hermione instinctively stepped back. She stifled her tears and stood in the fireplace.

And left him. Alone.