Truth or Eggnog
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
9,690
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3
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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Truth or Eggnog
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Remus Lupin was bloody drunk and Hermione Granger was enjoying it. He was being quite open and honest with her for the first time, and it was exactly what she had wanted to accomplish when she had arrived at Grimmauld Place with four large bottles of eggnog in her arms.
She had anticipated Harry spending Christmas Eve with the Weasleys now that he and Ginny were married. Hermione had also been invited to celebrate with them, but she had decided long ago that she would instead be spending Christmas Eve at Grimmauld Place with one Remus Lupin, finding out if what she felt for him was reciprocated.
“So, when did you first notice me?” she asked coyly as she pretended to drink from her glass of eggnog that had not once been refilled.
Remus groaned, trying to hold his head up to look Hermione in the eyes, instead of staring down her low-cut jumper. His brain was fuzzy from all the alcohol he had consumed and his voice sounded strange to him, but he could still remember the exact moment he had realized Hermione was no longer a little girl. “When I moved in after Tonks and I broke up. I forgot you were living here, too, so I was shocked when I walked in on you stepping out of the shower. I tried not to look at you, but you were just there. You were drying off your long legs and your breasts were just dangling there for anyone to see. Why do you have to sit so bloody close to me?” he whined.
“And why didn’t you say or do anything?” Hermione asked as she deliberately leaned across Remus’ body to reach the eggnog bottle that was on the other side of him. As she leaned, she brushed her hand over his thigh and the hard cock that he was trying to hide from her.
“Oh, bloody hell,” he moaned as she finally moved her hand and refilled the glass he was holding. “What was I supposed to do? Just come right out and tell you that I wanted to fuck you up against the wall in the shower while the water poured down around us?”
Hermione felt herself getting more and more turned on as he spoke. “You should have said that,” she told him, her voice growing husky. “I would have taken another shower just to be with you.”
“I thought you’d laugh at me and tell me to take my old cock and my fantasies somewhere else.”
Hermione grinned and leaned in closer to Remus, her breasts rubbing against his arm. She moved her mouth to his ear and whispered, “I set it up so you would catch me in the shower. I heard you tell Harry you wanted to go clean up, so I hurried up there and took my shower, intentionally leaving the door open so you wouldn’t think anyone was in there. I wanted you to walk in and see me naked. I wanted to turn you on,” she finished and surprised even herself when her tongue shot out of her mouth and flicked over his earlobe.
“Bloody hell, Hermione,” Remus cried out as he shot to his feet, swaying from the effects of the eggnog. “I can’t take this anymore. Why are you putting me through this?”
Hermione grinned; knowing she finally had him exactly where she wanted him. She quickly transitioned herself from sitting on the bench next to him to sitting in front of him on the tabletop, her legs spread, her skirt pushed up around her hips.
Remus swore as he looked at the young girl in front of him, displaying herself for only him to see. “You’re not wearing any knickers,” he murmured.
“I wanted you to finally admit you wanted me, Remus,” Hermione told him as she took his hand and guided it between her legs to feel how wet she was for him.
“Damn you, Hermione Granger,” Remus whispered before he kissed the little tease in front of him.
Breaking apart from the kiss, Hermione reveled in the fact that she was finally going to get what she wanted for Christmas this year. “Merry Christmas, Remus.”
Remus Lupin was bloody drunk and Hermione Granger was enjoying it. He was being quite open and honest with her for the first time, and it was exactly what she had wanted to accomplish when she had arrived at Grimmauld Place with four large bottles of eggnog in her arms.
She had anticipated Harry spending Christmas Eve with the Weasleys now that he and Ginny were married. Hermione had also been invited to celebrate with them, but she had decided long ago that she would instead be spending Christmas Eve at Grimmauld Place with one Remus Lupin, finding out if what she felt for him was reciprocated.
“So, when did you first notice me?” she asked coyly as she pretended to drink from her glass of eggnog that had not once been refilled.
Remus groaned, trying to hold his head up to look Hermione in the eyes, instead of staring down her low-cut jumper. His brain was fuzzy from all the alcohol he had consumed and his voice sounded strange to him, but he could still remember the exact moment he had realized Hermione was no longer a little girl. “When I moved in after Tonks and I broke up. I forgot you were living here, too, so I was shocked when I walked in on you stepping out of the shower. I tried not to look at you, but you were just there. You were drying off your long legs and your breasts were just dangling there for anyone to see. Why do you have to sit so bloody close to me?” he whined.
“And why didn’t you say or do anything?” Hermione asked as she deliberately leaned across Remus’ body to reach the eggnog bottle that was on the other side of him. As she leaned, she brushed her hand over his thigh and the hard cock that he was trying to hide from her.
“Oh, bloody hell,” he moaned as she finally moved her hand and refilled the glass he was holding. “What was I supposed to do? Just come right out and tell you that I wanted to fuck you up against the wall in the shower while the water poured down around us?”
Hermione felt herself getting more and more turned on as he spoke. “You should have said that,” she told him, her voice growing husky. “I would have taken another shower just to be with you.”
“I thought you’d laugh at me and tell me to take my old cock and my fantasies somewhere else.”
Hermione grinned and leaned in closer to Remus, her breasts rubbing against his arm. She moved her mouth to his ear and whispered, “I set it up so you would catch me in the shower. I heard you tell Harry you wanted to go clean up, so I hurried up there and took my shower, intentionally leaving the door open so you wouldn’t think anyone was in there. I wanted you to walk in and see me naked. I wanted to turn you on,” she finished and surprised even herself when her tongue shot out of her mouth and flicked over his earlobe.
“Bloody hell, Hermione,” Remus cried out as he shot to his feet, swaying from the effects of the eggnog. “I can’t take this anymore. Why are you putting me through this?”
Hermione grinned; knowing she finally had him exactly where she wanted him. She quickly transitioned herself from sitting on the bench next to him to sitting in front of him on the tabletop, her legs spread, her skirt pushed up around her hips.
Remus swore as he looked at the young girl in front of him, displaying herself for only him to see. “You’re not wearing any knickers,” he murmured.
“I wanted you to finally admit you wanted me, Remus,” Hermione told him as she took his hand and guided it between her legs to feel how wet she was for him.
“Damn you, Hermione Granger,” Remus whispered before he kissed the little tease in front of him.
Breaking apart from the kiss, Hermione reveled in the fact that she was finally going to get what she wanted for Christmas this year. “Merry Christmas, Remus.”