One Final Night
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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5,589
Reviews:
4
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One Final Night
A/N: One-shot songfic, with the song "Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off" by Panic! At The Disco. Hermione/Lupin pairing, rated NC-17 for sex0rz.
It REALLY helps if you hear the song ^__^ Thank you Liennae and Riona-chan for beta-reading, and Riona-chan for the title!
I do not own Hermione, Lupin, Voldemort, #12 Grimmauld Place, Ginny or Hagrid. Or any of the other groovy characters/concepts/places from the Harry Potter books. They belong to J.K. Rowling The Mighty. I do not own the "Lying is the Most Fun..." song, either. That belongs to Panic! At The Disco.
The moonlight filtered in through the dirty curtains, spilling over the musty sheets and the old, ratty carpet and throwing distorted shadows against the grimy wall. The silence in Number 12, Grimmauld Place, was almost overwhelming, suffocating, pressing on Hermione's ears as she stood in the doorway to his tiny room.
Well, is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
She hovered in the doorframe, watching the sleeping figure under the bedsheets, his breath hardly stirring the dust floating about his head. A single ray of soft, white moonlight played across his beautiful face. He looked as thin as ever, a telltale sign of the harsh times he had been forced to live through, and yet so peaceful, as he lay there sleeping softly, his bare, pale chest rising and falling slowly. He was lying on his side, one arm curled under his tear-stained pillow, the other stretched out in front of him, as if searching for something, someone to hold, to press against him, to cling to. Searching for her.
Well, then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin
Her heart twisting in her chest, she felt the guilt rising up inside her again, ugly black guilt devouring her from within, eating at her self-control till she was forced to choke back tears, to press her hand to her mouth in an attempt to stop the bile rising in her throat. She stood like this for what felt like an eternity, her eyes shut tight as if that would stop the monsters, like when she was a little girl frightened of the dark, huddled under her blanket with a flashlight because it can't get you if you can't see it. Slowly, she opened her eyes again, and now he was no longer sleeping, his gaze meeting hers.
I've got more wit
A better kiss
A hotter touch
A better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet
Sweetie you had me
His eyes bore into her soul, the hurt in them breaking her already-battered heart into tiny shards, ripping through her like knives, like darts of fire scorching her to the very core. She would have been able to deal with screaming, with anger, she could have fought him till kingdome come. But this hurt, this deep, soul-wrenching hurt in his eyes, that unraveled her, ate at her soul and left her in pieces...
"Remus..." she choked, shattering the silence - and yet there it was again, hard on the heels of her whisper, pressing down even harder now as he continued to look at her, and she knew she'd broken his heart.
Girl, I was it, look past the sweat
A better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No no no, you know it will always just be me
Her eyes overflowed, and for what must've been the hundredth time that night tears spilled down her cheeks, blinding her vision and momentarily easing the pain his relentless gaze was causing her. She stumbled blindly forward, her bare feet padding softly ahead till she reached the bed, her knees giving way under her as her hands caught the edge of the old mattress. Kneeling before him, sobbing uncontrollably, she cried out her sorrow, her shame, her guilt, her disgust at herself and what she had done to him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..." The words flowed out of her, poured out from her soul, like a dam in her heart had burst and all she could do now was watch as the river unleashed its fury on the valley below.
Her body wracked with sobs, she almost didn't feel his touch, his soft caress against her cheek, the same way he always did before she fell asleep, nestled in his arms and listening to his heartbeat, while he looked at her with eyes filled with love and wonder. In the beginning, during the war, when nobody was sure they would live to see tomorrow, they had spent much of their time together in frenzied lovemaking, as if it was their last chance. After Voldemort's defeat, they had slowed down, taken the time to get to know each other better, to fall in love utterly and completely. He was too old for her, he had said, and she had laughed, thrown that particular care aside. It didn't matter. It shouldn't matter. She was of age, and in love, and what more did they need? A blissful year had passed like a dream, the mourning of some of their friends taken by the war made easier by each other's presence.
Till she betrayed him.
Till she found herself in another man's bed, once, twice, three times, more, and it didn't matter how many times except eventually he found out, he discovered her in the throes of passion one day when she'd been careless, and she had realized exactly how much he meant to her.
Let's get these teen hearts beating
Faster, faster
His fingers were still on her cheek, and she looked up into his eyes once more, hers pleading for forgiveness she could not hope to obtain. She was frightened to see that he, too, was crying, Remus was crying, Remus who had been her rock, who had held her while she sobbed at Ginny's and Hagrid's funerals, who had soothed her pain with his gentleness and his kisses and his strong arms around her waist. He brought his face down to hers, and closed his eyes and kissed her, and their tears mingled and melded till they were crying the same tears, crying for their love and their broken hearts. And in no time at all he had slipped off her nightgown, and she was naked and pinned under his own naked, perfect body, his mouth still on hers, her hands roving feverishly along the smooth skin of his back.
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat
And hold a lover close?
He was tender, oh so tender, as he entered her, and moved within her slowly, deliberately, as if moving too fast would break her small, white body in two, four, ten, a million pieces. She rocked her hips in time with his, sweat beading on her body, her legs twined around him as if scared he would go away, like a fleeting dream just before waking. He never took his mouth off hers for more than a second, just one breath, one gulp of air before once more caressing her lips with his, while she murmured his name softly into his kiss, Remus, Remus, Remusremusremusoohhhh... Her body shivered as she moaned, shuddered in ecstasy and despair all at once, his soft, gentle touch causing even more tears to fall from her eyes, down her cheeks, onto the yellowing pillowcase under her head.
I've got more wit
A better kiss
A hotter touch
A better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet
Sweetie, you had me
Girl, I was it, look past the sweat
A better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No no no. you know it will always just be me
An eternity later, and they were lying next to each other, as they had so often before, and she knew they never would again. Her heart felt empty, bare, like someone had wandered in and stolen all her most precious possessions. Her lover, her best friend, the man she loved beyond anything, and when this moment ended she would be alone, alone with her broken heart and her guilt and her shame. And when he got up from the bed, dressed quietly and walked to the door, she stared up at the ceiling, her eyes red and puffy and no longer able to cry, and she felt nothing, nothing but a great void in her soul.
He stopped, one hand on the doorframe, his slim body lit from one side by the intruding moonlight caressing his form, as if she had any right to, as if he belonged to her, his other mistress, his only mistress now. He didn't look at her as he spoke.
"I love you, Hermione."
And he was gone.
Let's get these teen hearts beating
Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating
Faster
It REALLY helps if you hear the song ^__^ Thank you Liennae and Riona-chan for beta-reading, and Riona-chan for the title!
I do not own Hermione, Lupin, Voldemort, #12 Grimmauld Place, Ginny or Hagrid. Or any of the other groovy characters/concepts/places from the Harry Potter books. They belong to J.K. Rowling The Mighty. I do not own the "Lying is the Most Fun..." song, either. That belongs to Panic! At The Disco.
The moonlight filtered in through the dirty curtains, spilling over the musty sheets and the old, ratty carpet and throwing distorted shadows against the grimy wall. The silence in Number 12, Grimmauld Place, was almost overwhelming, suffocating, pressing on Hermione's ears as she stood in the doorway to his tiny room.
Well, is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
She hovered in the doorframe, watching the sleeping figure under the bedsheets, his breath hardly stirring the dust floating about his head. A single ray of soft, white moonlight played across his beautiful face. He looked as thin as ever, a telltale sign of the harsh times he had been forced to live through, and yet so peaceful, as he lay there sleeping softly, his bare, pale chest rising and falling slowly. He was lying on his side, one arm curled under his tear-stained pillow, the other stretched out in front of him, as if searching for something, someone to hold, to press against him, to cling to. Searching for her.
Well, then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin
Her heart twisting in her chest, she felt the guilt rising up inside her again, ugly black guilt devouring her from within, eating at her self-control till she was forced to choke back tears, to press her hand to her mouth in an attempt to stop the bile rising in her throat. She stood like this for what felt like an eternity, her eyes shut tight as if that would stop the monsters, like when she was a little girl frightened of the dark, huddled under her blanket with a flashlight because it can't get you if you can't see it. Slowly, she opened her eyes again, and now he was no longer sleeping, his gaze meeting hers.
I've got more wit
A better kiss
A hotter touch
A better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet
Sweetie you had me
His eyes bore into her soul, the hurt in them breaking her already-battered heart into tiny shards, ripping through her like knives, like darts of fire scorching her to the very core. She would have been able to deal with screaming, with anger, she could have fought him till kingdome come. But this hurt, this deep, soul-wrenching hurt in his eyes, that unraveled her, ate at her soul and left her in pieces...
"Remus..." she choked, shattering the silence - and yet there it was again, hard on the heels of her whisper, pressing down even harder now as he continued to look at her, and she knew she'd broken his heart.
Girl, I was it, look past the sweat
A better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No no no, you know it will always just be me
Her eyes overflowed, and for what must've been the hundredth time that night tears spilled down her cheeks, blinding her vision and momentarily easing the pain his relentless gaze was causing her. She stumbled blindly forward, her bare feet padding softly ahead till she reached the bed, her knees giving way under her as her hands caught the edge of the old mattress. Kneeling before him, sobbing uncontrollably, she cried out her sorrow, her shame, her guilt, her disgust at herself and what she had done to him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..." The words flowed out of her, poured out from her soul, like a dam in her heart had burst and all she could do now was watch as the river unleashed its fury on the valley below.
Her body wracked with sobs, she almost didn't feel his touch, his soft caress against her cheek, the same way he always did before she fell asleep, nestled in his arms and listening to his heartbeat, while he looked at her with eyes filled with love and wonder. In the beginning, during the war, when nobody was sure they would live to see tomorrow, they had spent much of their time together in frenzied lovemaking, as if it was their last chance. After Voldemort's defeat, they had slowed down, taken the time to get to know each other better, to fall in love utterly and completely. He was too old for her, he had said, and she had laughed, thrown that particular care aside. It didn't matter. It shouldn't matter. She was of age, and in love, and what more did they need? A blissful year had passed like a dream, the mourning of some of their friends taken by the war made easier by each other's presence.
Till she betrayed him.
Till she found herself in another man's bed, once, twice, three times, more, and it didn't matter how many times except eventually he found out, he discovered her in the throes of passion one day when she'd been careless, and she had realized exactly how much he meant to her.
Let's get these teen hearts beating
Faster, faster
His fingers were still on her cheek, and she looked up into his eyes once more, hers pleading for forgiveness she could not hope to obtain. She was frightened to see that he, too, was crying, Remus was crying, Remus who had been her rock, who had held her while she sobbed at Ginny's and Hagrid's funerals, who had soothed her pain with his gentleness and his kisses and his strong arms around her waist. He brought his face down to hers, and closed his eyes and kissed her, and their tears mingled and melded till they were crying the same tears, crying for their love and their broken hearts. And in no time at all he had slipped off her nightgown, and she was naked and pinned under his own naked, perfect body, his mouth still on hers, her hands roving feverishly along the smooth skin of his back.
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat
And hold a lover close?
He was tender, oh so tender, as he entered her, and moved within her slowly, deliberately, as if moving too fast would break her small, white body in two, four, ten, a million pieces. She rocked her hips in time with his, sweat beading on her body, her legs twined around him as if scared he would go away, like a fleeting dream just before waking. He never took his mouth off hers for more than a second, just one breath, one gulp of air before once more caressing her lips with his, while she murmured his name softly into his kiss, Remus, Remus, Remusremusremusoohhhh... Her body shivered as she moaned, shuddered in ecstasy and despair all at once, his soft, gentle touch causing even more tears to fall from her eyes, down her cheeks, onto the yellowing pillowcase under her head.
I've got more wit
A better kiss
A hotter touch
A better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet
Sweetie, you had me
Girl, I was it, look past the sweat
A better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No no no. you know it will always just be me
An eternity later, and they were lying next to each other, as they had so often before, and she knew they never would again. Her heart felt empty, bare, like someone had wandered in and stolen all her most precious possessions. Her lover, her best friend, the man she loved beyond anything, and when this moment ended she would be alone, alone with her broken heart and her guilt and her shame. And when he got up from the bed, dressed quietly and walked to the door, she stared up at the ceiling, her eyes red and puffy and no longer able to cry, and she felt nothing, nothing but a great void in her soul.
He stopped, one hand on the doorframe, his slim body lit from one side by the intruding moonlight caressing his form, as if she had any right to, as if he belonged to her, his other mistress, his only mistress now. He didn't look at her as he spoke.
"I love you, Hermione."
And he was gone.
Let's get these teen hearts beating
Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating
Faster