Forbidden Feelings
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
35,523
Reviews:
42
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 8
Forbidden Feelings
Chapter 8
Hermione stormed into her dorm room, slamming the door behind her. She was so angry, she was shaking.
How dare he do this to her?
But what else could he do? Her logical mind asked the question that her emotional state could not.
She was a student. He was her professor. Erasing her memory was the only thing he could do to protect them both.
But it didn’t work. In fact it had made things worse!
Only because Malfoy did not keep his word. He could have stayed away.
But it’s Malfoy, she argued with herself. He is not trustworthy.
Memories of the blonde wizard flooded her mind. She couldn’t believe she had reacted the way she had when he touched her. Her traitorous body responded to the memories. He was such a bastard!
She would go crazy if she kept thinking about it. She decided to take a bath to try and clear her mind and her body of the memories.
Undressing quickly until she was only in her underwear, she grabbed her bath robe. She would go to the prefect’s bathroom. It was large and she could lock the door for privacy.
A sound focused her attention to the other side of the room, which was currently in shadow.
Someone was in there with her!
Before she could speak Lucius Malfoy stepped forward.
“Ah, Miss Granger. So nice to see you again.” He smirked at her and she quickly put on the robe she was holding.
“Malfoy. How dare you! You are now allowed in the girls’ dorms.”
“My dear, I just wanted to apologize to you for my earlier behavior.”
Hermione looked at him suspiciously. What was he after?
“Although you were the one to accost me,” he continued. “I should have stopped you.”
“All of this is your fault, Malfoy,” she answered angrily.
He smiled at her.
“I see, so now you know. Did our good professor tell you what happened then? I cannot see him actually making it through the narration. Unless…he used the Pensieve. I can see that I am correct.”
“I think you should leave, Malfoy.”
“Are you sure, Miss Granger? Are you not curious about what I am planning? I thought you would want to be informed this time instead of being left out.”
Damn him! She knew he was manipulating her but she couldn’t resist.
“Fine. What are you planning?”
“I can assure you that this is not about you. It is about your professor.”
“But I am involved.”
“Yes, that was just a nice benefit.” He looked at her as if she were something tasty. “Honestly, I could not have planned it better,” he gloated.
“Are you going to tell me your plan or not, Malfoy?” She was getting impatient. Not to mention she was standing in her underwear in front of the man she had just watched…well she wouldn’t go there.
“Once I get what I want from Lupin, then you will be able to go back to being oblivious.”
Not likely, she thought glumly.
“Your plan?”
“It is simple really. Lupin has promised to give me what I want…”
“Which is?”
He ignored her question.
“…and we will meet. Once that is done and I get what I have requested it will all be over.”
“And you are telling me this because…”
“Well, my dear. I would assume you will want to be there for the exchange...”
“And…” She knew there was more.
“And,” he added. “I am just as sure that Professor Lupin will not want you there.”
She had to admit, she agreed with his summation but she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right.
He gave her a smirk and she wondered what else he had planned. He was obviously not telling her everything.
“I must admit that it is a shame…”
She knew she was playing right into his hands but again she could not stop herself.
“What is a shame, Malfoy?”
“That you have no direct memory of the other night. Watching it is not the same as living it. Aren’t you curious?” He moved toward her as he talked. His voice was mesmerizing and she felt a moment of fear. Not fear of being harmed but of not being able to resist his charms.
She really did hate him!
“You had two men wanting you, touching you…”
His voice became softer as he talked. He reminded her of a snake…and she knew she was powerless to resist.
His words were evoking images. Images of what she had just seen in the Pensieve and images of what else could have been.
“…kissing you. I, for one, would be willing to help you gain new memories.”
Hermione did not respond. She couldn’t. She didn’t trust her voice.
She was aware however that she was practically naked underneath her robe. As his eyes raked over her, he made it apparent that he was also aware of that fact.
Standing right next to her, he was so close his breath caressed her face as he whispered in her ear.
“Just imagine how it would feel to have the two of us gazing at your naked body. Of course we would be naked as well. Can you see it, Hermione?”
She nodded weakly. She could definitely see it in her imagination and desperately wanted to see it in
reality.
“We would kiss you, touch you…as you reach down and take both of us in your hands. Can you feel it Hermione? Can you feel the throbbing power in your hands as you stroke us…”
She took a ragged breath. Oh, Merlin! What was he doing to her? And the strange thing was…he wasn’t even touching her. He was just drawing a picture of what could be.
“You deserve this Hermione,” he whispered urgently. “He had no right to take those memories from you. He owes it to you to create new ones.”
She nodded in agreement. Even if they couldn’t be together, she should have had those memories to sustain her.
“We are meeting tomorrow night in the Room of Requirement at 9 pm.”
His lips, which were close to her left ear, kissed her face softly. She turned to face him then and he kissed her lips. He was no longer gentle as he explored her mouth; his tongue assaulting her senses.
Just as quickly he stepped away, chuckling at her obvious response as he moved to leave.
“I trust you will be there.”
Chapter 8
Hermione stormed into her dorm room, slamming the door behind her. She was so angry, she was shaking.
How dare he do this to her?
But what else could he do? Her logical mind asked the question that her emotional state could not.
She was a student. He was her professor. Erasing her memory was the only thing he could do to protect them both.
But it didn’t work. In fact it had made things worse!
Only because Malfoy did not keep his word. He could have stayed away.
But it’s Malfoy, she argued with herself. He is not trustworthy.
Memories of the blonde wizard flooded her mind. She couldn’t believe she had reacted the way she had when he touched her. Her traitorous body responded to the memories. He was such a bastard!
She would go crazy if she kept thinking about it. She decided to take a bath to try and clear her mind and her body of the memories.
Undressing quickly until she was only in her underwear, she grabbed her bath robe. She would go to the prefect’s bathroom. It was large and she could lock the door for privacy.
A sound focused her attention to the other side of the room, which was currently in shadow.
Someone was in there with her!
Before she could speak Lucius Malfoy stepped forward.
“Ah, Miss Granger. So nice to see you again.” He smirked at her and she quickly put on the robe she was holding.
“Malfoy. How dare you! You are now allowed in the girls’ dorms.”
“My dear, I just wanted to apologize to you for my earlier behavior.”
Hermione looked at him suspiciously. What was he after?
“Although you were the one to accost me,” he continued. “I should have stopped you.”
“All of this is your fault, Malfoy,” she answered angrily.
He smiled at her.
“I see, so now you know. Did our good professor tell you what happened then? I cannot see him actually making it through the narration. Unless…he used the Pensieve. I can see that I am correct.”
“I think you should leave, Malfoy.”
“Are you sure, Miss Granger? Are you not curious about what I am planning? I thought you would want to be informed this time instead of being left out.”
Damn him! She knew he was manipulating her but she couldn’t resist.
“Fine. What are you planning?”
“I can assure you that this is not about you. It is about your professor.”
“But I am involved.”
“Yes, that was just a nice benefit.” He looked at her as if she were something tasty. “Honestly, I could not have planned it better,” he gloated.
“Are you going to tell me your plan or not, Malfoy?” She was getting impatient. Not to mention she was standing in her underwear in front of the man she had just watched…well she wouldn’t go there.
“Once I get what I want from Lupin, then you will be able to go back to being oblivious.”
Not likely, she thought glumly.
“Your plan?”
“It is simple really. Lupin has promised to give me what I want…”
“Which is?”
He ignored her question.
“…and we will meet. Once that is done and I get what I have requested it will all be over.”
“And you are telling me this because…”
“Well, my dear. I would assume you will want to be there for the exchange...”
“And…” She knew there was more.
“And,” he added. “I am just as sure that Professor Lupin will not want you there.”
She had to admit, she agreed with his summation but she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right.
He gave her a smirk and she wondered what else he had planned. He was obviously not telling her everything.
“I must admit that it is a shame…”
She knew she was playing right into his hands but again she could not stop herself.
“What is a shame, Malfoy?”
“That you have no direct memory of the other night. Watching it is not the same as living it. Aren’t you curious?” He moved toward her as he talked. His voice was mesmerizing and she felt a moment of fear. Not fear of being harmed but of not being able to resist his charms.
She really did hate him!
“You had two men wanting you, touching you…”
His voice became softer as he talked. He reminded her of a snake…and she knew she was powerless to resist.
His words were evoking images. Images of what she had just seen in the Pensieve and images of what else could have been.
“…kissing you. I, for one, would be willing to help you gain new memories.”
Hermione did not respond. She couldn’t. She didn’t trust her voice.
She was aware however that she was practically naked underneath her robe. As his eyes raked over her, he made it apparent that he was also aware of that fact.
Standing right next to her, he was so close his breath caressed her face as he whispered in her ear.
“Just imagine how it would feel to have the two of us gazing at your naked body. Of course we would be naked as well. Can you see it, Hermione?”
She nodded weakly. She could definitely see it in her imagination and desperately wanted to see it in
reality.
“We would kiss you, touch you…as you reach down and take both of us in your hands. Can you feel it Hermione? Can you feel the throbbing power in your hands as you stroke us…”
She took a ragged breath. Oh, Merlin! What was he doing to her? And the strange thing was…he wasn’t even touching her. He was just drawing a picture of what could be.
“You deserve this Hermione,” he whispered urgently. “He had no right to take those memories from you. He owes it to you to create new ones.”
She nodded in agreement. Even if they couldn’t be together, she should have had those memories to sustain her.
“We are meeting tomorrow night in the Room of Requirement at 9 pm.”
His lips, which were close to her left ear, kissed her face softly. She turned to face him then and he kissed her lips. He was no longer gentle as he explored her mouth; his tongue assaulting her senses.
Just as quickly he stepped away, chuckling at her obvious response as he moved to leave.
“I trust you will be there.”