Birthday Wishes

A/N- I wrote this after my birthday ended up just like the story, though without the wonderful smut. Please rate and review. I love to hear what you're thinking!

much love,
zaiaphel


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Today hadn't gone exactly the way Hermione had planned. In fact, it hadn't gone at all how she had planned. It was her 25th birthday today, and no one had remembered. No one had said a word to her, and there hadn't even been one owl for her.

Hardly anyone takes it well when they have been forgotten in such a large way, and Hermione was no exception to that fact. At first she had thought that perhaps everyone was just giving her a hard time, pretending that they were clueless, but it seemed that fate was not to be terribly kind to Hermione Granger. It rarely was.

Feeling the utter despair of loneliness Hermione ventured to Number 12 Grimmauld place. It had been nearly abandoned since the light won against Voldemorts army. There was no longer a need for a headquarters, and Harry had no want to stay in a place that harboured dark memories of Sirius prowling the halls, angry and alone. And it was for that reason that Hermione had chosen it in the first place. It was the perfect place to go to feel sorry for oneself, alone in the dark rooms with just a hint of moonlight streaking through, illuminating the dust floating in the air.

It had only taken Hermione a few moments of thinking and searching to locate Sirius' secret stash. Hermione surveyed the bottles before taking a bottle of firewhiskey and a rocks glass into the darkened library with her. She took a seat on the floor in front of the sofa as she set her treasures down. With a quick flick of her wand there was a small fire of glowing coals burning in the grate. It did little to light the large room, but it was enough to make Hermione feel slightly better about sitting all alone.

Taking the glass Hermione poured a large amount of firewhiskey and stuck the cork back into the bottle. She sighed as she swirled the amber liquid around. Hermione took a deep breath for a moment before taking a large swallow of the whiskey. She cringed slightly as it burned it's way down her throat, warming her from the inside.

"Sirius had good taste in alcohol," Hermione muttered as she lit a cigarette. Taking a long drag she looked into the fire and couldn't help but think that she must look like some hardened cynic in a muggle film. She laughed a little at the notion, but it was cold and hollow.

Two more swallows and Hermione had finished her glass, feeling light and warm. It was almost as though she couldn't feel the pain of being forgotten, and that was exactly what she was looking to as she poured herself a second glass, her cigarette dangling from between her lips.

"You know, I hear those things are no good for you," a soft voice sounded from the door.

Hermione jumped slightly upon the silence being broken. Craning her neck to see who was there she raised her brow. "I didn't expect to find you here. I thought this place was empty," she said, turning back to stare into the fire, taking another long drag.

"To be honest, so did I, but it turns out I was wrong. May I join you?"

Hermione looked up, scrutinizing the man standing a few feet from her. After a moment she nodded her acceptance, a light blush creeping high on her cheeks. Drinking with someone else was almost always better than drinking alone.

"Of course, Remus. You're always welcome," she said softly, conjuring up another rocks glass and pouring it full before handing it to him.

Quietly he sat down beside her, taking the glass from her hand. "Thank you, Hermione," he said quietly before taking a drink.

"Where did you get this?" Remus asked, gesturing to the glass of firewhiskey.

"Here. Was Sirius's... Man had some fiiiine taste in booze. Though I can't say that about his taste in women." Hermione laughed to herself.

Remus nodded and looked over to her. "Why are you here, all by yourself, one drink away from being completely pissed?"

"After a day of being forgotten it only seemed right," Hermione sighed, flicking what little was left of her cigarette into the fire.

"Why would anyone want to forget you?" he asked, wonder evident in his voice.

Hermione shrugged and tried to keep the bitterness from her voice, "Like I bloody well know."

Remus sighed and reached into his cloak and pulled out a small package, sliding it across the carpet to her. "I could never forget you, Hermione. Never" he said, his voice slightly ragged.

Hermione picked up the package as she looked at him, her eyes softening, becoming warm and welcoming, the way he had always remembered.

Carefully Hermione untied the string and peeled away the paper before sliding the gift out. She couldn't help but laugh, genuinely laugh, as she read the title of the book he had gotten her. "Debunking Divination and Puncturing Prophesy: A Skeptics Guide" by Ficticia Veritis.

"I absolutely love it," Hermione said with a smile as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around him in a soft embrace. Making a split decision, she leaned up and kissed him softly. It had only been meant to be a quick kiss, a sign of friendship and thanks, but in a second it had deepened to something else.

Hermione straddled his lap, slipping her tongue into his mouth, exploring the soft warmth she found there as he began to kiss back, wrapping his arms around her. She tasted of smoke, fire, and heat. It was positively intoxicating as he kissed her passionately, one hand sliding into her hair, wrapping itself in her curls.

Pulling away slightly, Hermione tried to calm her jagged breathing as her chest rose and fell quickly. Looking Remus in the eyes she saw her own mirrored back at her. The heat, the passion, the longing, it was all there, just as she had been hoping for so very long.

Remus pulled her back to him, kissing her soundly, his mouth dominating her as his hands began working her blouse open. She could feel him pressing against her, hard and ready as she moved her hips against him.

Moaning into her mouth, Remus tore her blouse open, forgoing the rest of the buttons. Hermione couldn't help but shiver at his display of masculine passion.

It was only a few moments before the both of them were lying naked on the couch behind them, Hermione moaning softly as Remus laved his tongue over her perfect, firm breasts.

"Please, I need you. I need to feel you inside of me. Now," Hermione practically pleaded.

Remus released his mouth's hold on her breast and looked up at her with a grin. Positioning himself above her he asked, "What was that, love? I didn't quite hear you?"

Hermione raised her hips to him. "I need you inside of me, please..." she moaned out.

The words had barely left her mouth before Remus slid deeply into her, causing the both of them to moan out their appreciation. Slowly he thrust in and out, enjoying the feeling of her tight, warm cunt wrapped around him.

After a few moments Hermione began raising her hips to meet his thrusts. "Please Remus, don't hold back. I'm not made of glass," Hermione moaned out quietly.

Remus needed no further instruction as he began pounding into her with deep, hard thrusts. Judging by the moaning woman beneath him he was definately going about it the right way. Hermione wrapped her arms around him, running her nails down his back as licked and bit her neck, causing her to moan out loudly.

The only sound to be heard in the house was the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the moans and cries of heated passion. Remus picked up his speed as he heard her breathing becoming short and ragged, and he slipped a hand in between them, his fingers rubbing and twisting her clit as she reached her peak, moaning and writhing beneath him.

He couldn't help but growl as her muscles contracted around his cock, gripping him tightly. His thrusts soon became quick and shallow as her body brought forth his orgasm. Taking one last deep thrust he spilled himself into her, another deep growl escaping his lips as Hermione pulled him close against her.

After a few moments of rest, trying to catch their breath, they lay on the couch together, her body pressed tightly against his, covered in cloak he arrived in.

"Happy Birthday, Love," Remus told her, a smile evident in his voice.

"Thank you, Remus. You were just what I had been hoping for."

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