The Tall Tale of St. Granger
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,756
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Tall Tale of St. Granger
Title: The Tall Tale of St. Granger, also known as St. Granger Is Going Out With A Man Not Quite Her Age
Pairing: Remus/Hermione
Dedications: Cele, because it\'s her birthday cookie.
Notes: Inspired by a commercial for Gilmore Girls where Paris dates a 60-year-old man.
Thanks: to Kayling, for a line she donated. And Candy, The Beta.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling and her Harry Potter universe. Any profits made from this are being donating to the Church of Sexology. Only kidding. There is no such church.
The Tall Tale of St. Granger
Something exciting was going on within Gryffindor tower. The common room, naturally crowded with students, held a small group of girls, all huddled by the fireplace, giggling around the new topic of discussion. Apparently, Head Girl Granger had been spd ind in Diagon Alley before the year had started kissing a man who was not quite her age.
“You’re taking the piss out of me,” said Natalie McDonald, eyeing her friends suspiciously. “Saint Granger would never date, much less someone older.”
“I swear it on my mum’s grave,” Rose Watson said, putting her hand over her heart. “And it wasn\'t a friendly peck on the kiss, mind! Tell her, Maribel, you were with me!”
Maribel, who had been making eyes at Dennis Creevy, turned back to her friends. “It was a deep snog,” she added. “Granger looked like she would melt right there. And the guy was something to look at, I’ll add.”
Ginny Weasley, the only sixth year to be sitting with them, who had been studying Charms at the moment of the talk, snorted. “Hermione is not seeing anyone,” she declared. “Now, don’t you have something better to do?”
Rose rolled her eyes. “What would you know, Ginny?” She leaned closer to Natalie. “If you ask me, Granger was busy half the nights of the holiday.”
“Rose!” exclaimed Ginny. “You’re worse than the third years. Don’t talk about what you don’t know.”
Natalie, who still wasn’t sure whether or not to believe Rose “Tall Tales” Watson, carefully glanced across the room to where Granger, Potter and Ginny’s older brother were. They were talking quietly, and every so often Granger would sigh.
“How old are we talking exactly?” Natalie finally asked, once Ginny had stormed off. “About Granger’s bloke, I mean.”
*
Hermione giggled as he took off her cardigan and shirt. It had been a hot day and the slight breeze against her skin was relaxing.
“Who buys trousers with more than one button?” she asked, her fingers trembling slightly as they worked the not one, but three buttons on his rather worn-out trousers.
“Just in case one accidentally pops off,” he murmured, pulling her hair out of its clip. “Need some help?”
She snorted. “Nothing I can’t do,” she assured him.
“Hear, hear,” he agreed, as she proceeded to remove his boxers.
*
“Guess,” said Rose to Natalie. “Go on, guess.”
Maribel snickered.
Natalie glanced again at the famous trio across the room. Surely Rose was pulling her leg and the boy had just left Hogwarts. Before this conversation she had been sure that Granger was seeing either Weasley or Potter. Oh, Weasley!
“Is it Ginny’s older brother?” Natalie asked.
“Which one?” Maribel asked. “There are hundreds!”
“Oh, you know, the one just like Granger… Peter?” Natalie said, biting her lip nervously.
“Percy Weasley?” Rose said with a giggle. “Would seem likely, but no. Just guess his age, we don’t even know who it was.”
“Twenty-five, late twenties,” Natalie said. That seemed a good age for a boyfriend. Mature, but not old. Maybe he was some Ministry bloke.
*
“Hermione,” he said, letting out a soft hiss as her kisses went lower, “are you sure you want to do this?”
“Well, it’s a bit late to ask, isn’t it?” she said casually, like discussing whether or not adding sugar to the tea had been a good idea. “It is our third night together after all.”
“No, I mean.” He let out another sharp hiss as her mouth reached its target.
“Oh, that?” she asked innocently. “Quite sure. It’s only fair. I had my turn.”
“Fair is fair,” he agreed, trying to sound as if he had no power over the act anyway.
*
“Wrong answer,” Maribel said with a wide grin. “Go higher.”
Natalie shook her head. He was older? “Thirty… three,” she said finally. It could still be a Weasley after all. Red hair, nice eyes, why not?
“Wrong again,” snickered Rose. “He looked young, yes, but certainly not thirty-young.”
“Certainly not thirty-young,” echoed Maribel.
*
He groaned under her licks and nibbles, not really saying anything but most definitely complimenting her on her technique. He knew she had never done this before, but it was getting hard to believe at this point.
And then suddenly she stopped, gave one sudden lick, and then wiped her mouth.
“Wha?” he asked confused. Instead of asking “are you all right?”, he approached a more, “You’re not leaving me like this are you?”
Herm gig giggled and stood up on the bed. She wobbled a bit as she undid her skirt and got rid of her knickers.
“Oh,” he said, understanding. “Go on.”
*
“Just tell me how old he was!” Natalie demanded, trying to keep her voice loud and quiet at the same time. She didn’t really succeed since Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom turned to stare.
Rose and Maribel giggled.
“All right, don’t get so fussy,” Rose said. “He was forty. Roughly.”
“Forty?” Natalie repeated, this time not quiet at all.
“Shhh,” hushed Maribel, giggling some more. “Yes, roughly forty.”
“You’re going to have me believe that Granger is dating someone who is – roughly – forty years old?” Natalie said. She could not help but throw a desperate glance at Granger’s back in hopes a sign was written there that would either confirm or deny her friends’ tales.
“I said I swore it on my mum’s grave,” Rose said. “We saw them.”
“Can’t say I blame her,” Maribel added, looking at Granger as well. “If I came upon a forty-year-old fit man, I’d jump him too.”
Her two friends sighed in agreement.
*
Hermione straddled him, and he slid easily into her. Exchanging one chaste kiss, she started a rhythm to her liking.
“I think I like it when you take charge,” he said, pulling her down for another kiss.
“I’m here to please, Remus. I’m here to please.”
Pairing: Remus/Hermione
Dedications: Cele, because it\'s her birthday cookie.
Notes: Inspired by a commercial for Gilmore Girls where Paris dates a 60-year-old man.
Thanks: to Kayling, for a line she donated. And Candy, The Beta.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling and her Harry Potter universe. Any profits made from this are being donating to the Church of Sexology. Only kidding. There is no such church.
Something exciting was going on within Gryffindor tower. The common room, naturally crowded with students, held a small group of girls, all huddled by the fireplace, giggling around the new topic of discussion. Apparently, Head Girl Granger had been spd ind in Diagon Alley before the year had started kissing a man who was not quite her age.
“You’re taking the piss out of me,” said Natalie McDonald, eyeing her friends suspiciously. “Saint Granger would never date, much less someone older.”
“I swear it on my mum’s grave,” Rose Watson said, putting her hand over her heart. “And it wasn\'t a friendly peck on the kiss, mind! Tell her, Maribel, you were with me!”
Maribel, who had been making eyes at Dennis Creevy, turned back to her friends. “It was a deep snog,” she added. “Granger looked like she would melt right there. And the guy was something to look at, I’ll add.”
Ginny Weasley, the only sixth year to be sitting with them, who had been studying Charms at the moment of the talk, snorted. “Hermione is not seeing anyone,” she declared. “Now, don’t you have something better to do?”
Rose rolled her eyes. “What would you know, Ginny?” She leaned closer to Natalie. “If you ask me, Granger was busy half the nights of the holiday.”
“Rose!” exclaimed Ginny. “You’re worse than the third years. Don’t talk about what you don’t know.”
Natalie, who still wasn’t sure whether or not to believe Rose “Tall Tales” Watson, carefully glanced across the room to where Granger, Potter and Ginny’s older brother were. They were talking quietly, and every so often Granger would sigh.
“How old are we talking exactly?” Natalie finally asked, once Ginny had stormed off. “About Granger’s bloke, I mean.”
*
Hermione giggled as he took off her cardigan and shirt. It had been a hot day and the slight breeze against her skin was relaxing.
“Who buys trousers with more than one button?” she asked, her fingers trembling slightly as they worked the not one, but three buttons on his rather worn-out trousers.
“Just in case one accidentally pops off,” he murmured, pulling her hair out of its clip. “Need some help?”
She snorted. “Nothing I can’t do,” she assured him.
“Hear, hear,” he agreed, as she proceeded to remove his boxers.
*
“Guess,” said Rose to Natalie. “Go on, guess.”
Maribel snickered.
Natalie glanced again at the famous trio across the room. Surely Rose was pulling her leg and the boy had just left Hogwarts. Before this conversation she had been sure that Granger was seeing either Weasley or Potter. Oh, Weasley!
“Is it Ginny’s older brother?” Natalie asked.
“Which one?” Maribel asked. “There are hundreds!”
“Oh, you know, the one just like Granger… Peter?” Natalie said, biting her lip nervously.
“Percy Weasley?” Rose said with a giggle. “Would seem likely, but no. Just guess his age, we don’t even know who it was.”
“Twenty-five, late twenties,” Natalie said. That seemed a good age for a boyfriend. Mature, but not old. Maybe he was some Ministry bloke.
*
“Hermione,” he said, letting out a soft hiss as her kisses went lower, “are you sure you want to do this?”
“Well, it’s a bit late to ask, isn’t it?” she said casually, like discussing whether or not adding sugar to the tea had been a good idea. “It is our third night together after all.”
“No, I mean.” He let out another sharp hiss as her mouth reached its target.
“Oh, that?” she asked innocently. “Quite sure. It’s only fair. I had my turn.”
“Fair is fair,” he agreed, trying to sound as if he had no power over the act anyway.
*
“Wrong answer,” Maribel said with a wide grin. “Go higher.”
Natalie shook her head. He was older? “Thirty… three,” she said finally. It could still be a Weasley after all. Red hair, nice eyes, why not?
“Wrong again,” snickered Rose. “He looked young, yes, but certainly not thirty-young.”
“Certainly not thirty-young,” echoed Maribel.
*
He groaned under her licks and nibbles, not really saying anything but most definitely complimenting her on her technique. He knew she had never done this before, but it was getting hard to believe at this point.
And then suddenly she stopped, gave one sudden lick, and then wiped her mouth.
“Wha?” he asked confused. Instead of asking “are you all right?”, he approached a more, “You’re not leaving me like this are you?”
Herm gig giggled and stood up on the bed. She wobbled a bit as she undid her skirt and got rid of her knickers.
“Oh,” he said, understanding. “Go on.”
*
“Just tell me how old he was!” Natalie demanded, trying to keep her voice loud and quiet at the same time. She didn’t really succeed since Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom turned to stare.
Rose and Maribel giggled.
“All right, don’t get so fussy,” Rose said. “He was forty. Roughly.”
“Forty?” Natalie repeated, this time not quiet at all.
“Shhh,” hushed Maribel, giggling some more. “Yes, roughly forty.”
“You’re going to have me believe that Granger is dating someone who is – roughly – forty years old?” Natalie said. She could not help but throw a desperate glance at Granger’s back in hopes a sign was written there that would either confirm or deny her friends’ tales.
“I said I swore it on my mum’s grave,” Rose said. “We saw them.”
“Can’t say I blame her,” Maribel added, looking at Granger as well. “If I came upon a forty-year-old fit man, I’d jump him too.”
Her two friends sighed in agreement.
*
Hermione straddled him, and he slid easily into her. Exchanging one chaste kiss, she started a rhythm to her liking.
“I think I like it when you take charge,” he said, pulling her down for another kiss.
“I’m here to please, Remus. I’m here to please.”