Lunacy

Lunacy

AN: For the lovely Maddy Riddle – thank you so much, Hun, for all your reviews *sloppy kiss* and for dragging me from the safety of SS/HG! Also for Wendy Malfoy - who was very insistent on Hermione being Remus’ pairing for this :) And yes, I will be updating Rules Were Made to be Broken soon – I’m just a little sick of editing right now! As for this fic, well, I’m sure this or something similar to it has been done and probably done to death, but not having read a lot of Lupin fics, I’m a little …err…uneducated in such things. Oh, and this takes place in the year after Hermione finishes at Hogwarts – no underage naughtiness here!

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It was several months before I noticed the pattern – but now it is so distinct I cannot believe how utterly blind I was to it. Remus Lupin, whilst a gentle and caring man, proceeds through his lunar cycle with the oddest and yet most satisfying changes to his sexual desires. Don’t get me wrong – the familiarity of it is far from boring and he is more than willing to bend to my needs if I am so inclined to ask. However, at this stage of our relationship, I am quite content with his rhythm. One thing never changes, though - Remus loves to be in control.


The New Moon

I am hovering at the kitchen counter, idly chatting with Harry as Ginny attempts to prepare dinner. I admit, it was very nice of her to give her mother a break from feeding the hoards at Grimmauld Place this evening, but my prior apprehension, which mimicked Mrs Weasley’s, appears to have been warranted. Ginny hurls a third bowl of brown gloop in the general direction of the bin. With her face the colour of her hair, she stamps her foot and bellows, “I hate cooking!”

“Gin, I told you, I’m quite happy to lend a hand if you like,” I remind her, as I watch the slop dribble down the wall behind the bin and puddle on the floor – thank goodness for cleansing spells!

“I am going to do this by myself!” she snaps at me and I know from experience I am better off leaving her to her own devices rather than insist on helping. I guess proving your independence to the extreme is a natural fault when you are the youngest of seven children – and the only girl.

Harry pats the preoccupied Ginny on the arm and tells her reassuringly, “It just takes practise, Gin,” all the while smiling nervously at me.

I stifle a laugh and Ginny glares at me. In order to preserve my health, I decide now would be a good time to excuse myself.

“Well, since my presence doesn’t appear to be required, I think I might go and read that…”

Lanky yet strong arms wrap around my waist, a familiar warm body presses up behind me and, with lips grazing at my neck, Remus whispers softly against my skin, “Your presence is definitely required.”

“You’re back early,” I reply, leaning into his caresses.

“I know. I missed you.”

Sappy Remus…must be a new moon.

“Ahem! There are others present!” Harry interrupts, but he only looks slightly peeved. I think I know why…

“You’re only jealous because your girl,” I say is a hushed voice, hoping that Ginny won’t overhear, “has turned into a crazed cooking demon and you haven’t a hope of getting any sort of response until she has mastered a three course meal worthy for royalty.”

Harry scowls at me, then rolls his eyes. “Don’t I know it.”

“Would I be right in assuming that dinner is going to be a little longer?” Remus enquires, ever so politely. Poor man - little does he know what sort of beast he has just unleashed.

Ginny whips around, her hands fly to her hips and she gives Remus a glare that is uncannily like Mrs Weasley’s own dirty look that she reserves for the twins and their antics. “Dinner will be bloody well ready when I say it bloody well is!”

I can feel Remus grimace behind me. “I’m sure it will be just delightful, Ginny. In the meantime, I think perhaps we should leave you to concentrate, don’t you think, Hermione?”

If that’s what you want to call it, Remus, by all means. “Certainly. Good luck,” I add, intending the last statement for Harry’s benefit. It would appear he understands as he rubs at his forehead in frustration.



“My, she’s a little worked up,” Remus comments as we enter the hall. His voice is hushed in order not to wake Mrs Black – she doesn’t seem to be particularly impressed with our relationship when she is conscious (“The Beast and the Mudblood! Abomination to wizardingkind!”)

“That’s Ginny,” I reply with a smile and a slight shake of my head. “You, on the other hand, are lucky to have escaped that with your life.”

“So it would appear. I certainly hope her bedside manner at St Mungo’s is a little more amiable,” Remus comments.

I reply, with a laugh, “I’m sure it is, she does still have her job.”

“Poor Harry. She will snap out of it?”

“Eventually – when dinner is served, albeit probably not until midnight.”

“Midnight? Well, in that case,” Remus says with a slightly devious smile, “Miss Granger, would you care to accompany me to my room for some pre-dinner entertainment?”

“Certainly, Mr Lupin.”

Remus’ hand rests upon my lower back as we ascend the stairs. Granted, this sort of chivalrous behaviour would usually raise my hackles so fast that most men would quickly mistake me for Ginny-the-cooking-demon. I have had my share of the ‘oh, but she only a lowly girl’ nonsense, despite all I have done, but Remus does so out of courtesy, not pigheadedness, and this I am quite willing to accept. Similarly, I am content with him holding the door for me as we enter his room. Besides, it is nice to be treated like a lady once in a while.

Remus offers me a seat on the old couch by the window and I accept, slipping out of my shoes and tucking my legs beneath me. He quickly dims the candles in the room until the lighting is just a soft, warm glow and then conjures a bottle of wine and two glasses before joining me. Passing me a glass then pouring him self one, Remus leans back into the crook of the arm of the chair, guiding me back to rest against his shoulder. I feel so warm and needed here and like the rest of the world could simply disappear and I wouldn’t notice nor care.

“I really did miss you today.” His chest vibrates beneath my shoulders as he talks sending shivers through me in a very delightful manner.

“You were only gone for a few hours,” I reply with a laugh.

“Seven.”

“Seven hours, then. How did it go?” Remus had been out on patrol for the day. Let me assure you, Voldemort is gone – almost a year now – but there are still a few lingering Death Eaters who insist on conjuring trouble every now and then.

“Terribly,” Remus replies, sounding rather depressed, and for a moment a little panic edges its way inside my mind. “I missed you terribly.”

I roll my eyes and tut at him. “So you keep saying, but I’m not so sure I believe you.”

Remus chuckles warmly. He brushes my hair from my shoulder with his free hand and then begins placing soft, feather-light kisses along my neck and collarbone leaving little damp, warm patches along my skin. I smile and relax further into his touches. Remus is languid in his movements, savouring each and every one, and this thought quickly ignites a deep desire inside me to have him – all of him. He gently pushes my shirt from my shoulder and extends his exploration to here with his lips. His arm is now wrapped around my stomach, his hand caressing my hip through the much too heavy fabric of my jeans. Damn it – this is not enough!

I turn my head to devour his lips, to urge him on, but with a silent smile and a soft shake of his head he stops me in my tracks. I must admit, I am a little confused by his modesty until I remember, again, that it is the new moon.

The look on my face must have given my need away, for Remus takes my glass from me and places it, along with his, on the table before us. With one gentle, guiding hand he lifts my chin and turns my head to face him once more. Very softly, he slowly presses his lips to mine in what starts as almost a chaste kiss. No, no, no! As much as I enjoy snuggling with Remus at times, I am most certainly looking for more tonight! With determination, I rise from my seat, turn around and slide into his lap, my legs straddling his. I attempt to reclaim his lips, to make him aware of how needy I am for him right now, but he claps my face in his hands and pulls me away. “Not like this, Hermione,” he whispers.

“Like what then?” I demand, getting rather agitated.

“Patience,” Remus replies, with an amused smile, “is a virtue, my dear.”

I don’t want to feel virtuous right now! I want sex! I do, however, manage not to throw this tantrum out loud, and I am grateful I kept quiet, for Remus lifts me from the couch and carries me to his bed. Graciously he places me on it, even making sure my head is comforted by one of the pillows, before sliding down next to me and propping his head up with one hand. Finally, his lips are on mine again, this time just a little more intense. It is with some restraint that I allow him to slowly explore my mouth, his tongue grazing over my own. I must admit, as much as I’d like to hurry this along a little, I am enjoying the intensity – I feel as though Remus has nothing else he would rather be doing than savouring this slow journey into bliss. His hand, which started off at my hip again, is slowly wandering further up my body, and as he brushes along the outer edge of my breast I can’t help raising my chest in the hope of enticing him further.

Remus pulls back and smiles down at me. “This isn’t a test or an assignment, Hermione. There is no deadline.”

He’s right, dammit. I try to relax – allow all his movements to register - every light brush against my skin; every tender kiss. I don’t know how he does this; how he can be so reserved, especially since I can feel the evidence of how much he desires exactly what I do pressed hard against my hip.

His hand continues its meandering; first gliding across my shoulders, then stroking at my face, drawing a barely there line down my breastbone and caressing my stomach before moving back up to tentatively stroke one breast. I can feel the heat from his palm through the layers of my clothing, fuelling my desire and bring my nipple to a taut peak. Merlin, how I want more!

Just as I am about to tear Remus’ clothes from him and stop this nonsense, he moves to unbutton my shirt. Although it takes him an eternity before he finally has my shirt open, this move towards my goal dampens my haste enough to allow him to continue at this pace. Deft fingers trail along the edge of the lace of my bra, teasing at my skin and eliciting a soft sigh. He assists me into a sitting position and slides my shirt from my arms before unclasping my bra and pushing the straps from my shoulders. Carefully, he takes the two garments and places them at the foot of the bed. Remus, honestly, I don’t care if they get wrinkled! Never mind, this is what he wants to do and despite my frustrations I am enjoying myself.

Remus returns to my mouth as he lowers me back down onto the mattress. His kiss is more intense now; his explorations are deeper. My breath is starting to catch in my throat as the anticipation grows, and my insides are quivering in agreement. Gently he caresses each breast. His fingers and palms caress while his thumbs tease at my nipples. Remus needs prompting along – he is waiting for my signal that it is all right to continue and, Merlin, I am certainly agreeable to that idea!

“Remus,” I mutter against his lips. “Please.”

His fingers trail down my sides to claps on my jeans, teasing at the sensitive skin on my belly as he unbuttons them. Remus then slides them from my legs, tracing his thumbs along my inner thighs as he does so. It may seem odd, given his undivided attention to the rest of my body, but my underwear quickly follows with absolutely no attention paid to my nether regions. I know the reasoning for this – at this time of the lunar cycle Remus becomes particularly old fashioned in his lovemaking and, as such, anything below my waist suddenly becomes quite taboo. I watch on eagerly as he sheds his own clothing, knowing full well that he doesn’t want me to touch him, that he needs to be in charge and the distraction of me running my fingers over his body is unwanted. I am perfectly content with this for fulfilling his desires turns me on to no end and brings infinite satisfaction, even though that muscled chest with its light spattering of hair is very tempting.

There is no more fondling as he rolls over onto me and gently nudges my legs askew with one knee.

“Gods, Hermione, you’re so beautiful,” he mutters into my ear, his cock teasing at my opening. “So very, very beautiful.” It almost sounds like an apology – though Merlin knows what for. Or maybe it is nervousness, I have no idea, all I know is that he needs me to reassure him now.

“Please, Remus,” I reply, hopefully letting him know that this is perfectly agreeable to me.

“I love you,” he murmurs, as he slides inside of me. Merlin, he is so hard and the heat is so intense! With every slow millimetre that he moves I can feel myself being filled; stretched to accommodate him. He presses on and I can sense every single ridge sliding though my folds and the pulsing of his veins is sending further waves of desire through me. When Remus reaches my core he halts and, as he strokes my face, I realise that I have my eyes squeezed shut in concentration. His eyes are large and full of worry as he looks down at me.

“Are you all right?” he enquires, sounding quite concerned.

“Definitely,” I reply with a grin and he noticeably relaxes. This encounter, as does every encounter on the new moon, reminds of what losing my virginity should have been like – tender, not some fumbled mess in the Astronomy Tower on a night when I was so angry for being known as Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. That will teach me for playing with incompetent little boys. Then, as always, I remember how I have this wonderful, caring man now and for as long as I so desire and my mind returns to the pleasure at hand.

Remus’ movements are slow and savoury. His lips are constantly on me, moving from my mouth to my neck and back again. Every nerve in me is on fire and I am completely engrossed in him and only him. His fingers stroke at my skin occasionally returning to tease at my nipples. I am so close – he is so close.

“Please, Hermione,” he begs against my neck. “I want to see you come. For me. Because of what I do to you.”

I can’t hold off any longer – the tingling in my toes spreads up my legs, to my core and then engulfs my entire body. Red stars dance across my vision and, as I reach my peak, I let out a pleasured moan tipped with Remus’ name.

“Thank you, Hermione” Remus replies as his own orgasm takes control. He tries to restrain himself, to keep his movements under control but his last few thrusts are somewhat erratic, drawing my own pleasure out.


Minutes later, he is holding his weight off me with his elbows and when I open my eyes to look at him, Remus is smiling back at me.

“Thank you,” he repeats, stroking at my hair.

“Remus, there is no need to thank me. I certainly don’t consider having mind-blowing sex with you as a favour.”

Remus chuckles and my stomach growls.

“Perhaps it is time to find out if dinner is ready yet?” he suggests with a grin.

“Let’s do Ginny a favour,” I reply smugly. “Conjure up a snack and continue to keep out of her way – I’m sure she needs more time without distractions – perhaps until breakfast tomorrow?”

Remus looks completely pleased with this proposition. “Excellent, idea, Miss Granger. After all, we wouldn’t want to look like we were imposing on her.”