Late Night Meetings

Grimmauld place was completely dark except for a dim light coming from the library. It wasn’t much, just enough to read to. She should have been sleeping by this time, but there was too much on her mind to go to bed. She made her way to the light source to see who else was awake, though she already knew who it would be.

“Up again, Hermione?” Remus looked up from his book to see her walk through the door wearing a nightgown and robe.

“Yes, I still don’t think I’ve read enough History of Magic,” she replied, grabbing a book off one of the shelves at eye-level. She sat down next to him on the couch. Their 1 am meetings were never planned, but had been going on for about three weeks now. In reality, she knew she was already well prepared on all the subjects she might need while on the search for Voldemort’s remaining Horcruxes. She opened the book and pretended to read.

“You’ve already read that one. Five times.” ‘Six.’ She thought to herself. She shut the book and smiled at him.

“Yes, I suppose I have.”

He knew her better than she thought he did. She woke up and made her nightly trip to the library to talk to him. He was always happy to have her come join him. She was well read on every subject she could find a book on, making her the most interesting person he knew to talk to. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her stand to return the book to its shelf. She browsed the top shelf for a moment, and then stood up on her toes to grab another book, making her robe slide up the back of her creamy thighs. He wondered if her skin felt as soft as it looked.

“How’s Tonks?”

“Oh, uh,” shaking his head out of a daze, he realized he hadn’t actually seen or heard from his girlfriend in about two weeks. “She’s good. The mission is going really well!” He suddenly wished he had had all the facts before speaking. What if she and Mad Eye had been captured by Death Eaters? He would feel bad if that were the reality. She sat down next to him on the couch again, curling her legs up beneath her body, making her robe slide up again. This time he could see a hint of a black lacy nightgown. The contrast against her pale skin was alluring.

“When do Harry and Ron get back?” She leaned her elbow against the back of the couch to get a better look at him.

“Ron’s still trying to get everything ready for his absence from Hogwarts this year. Harry is following a few leads that Dumbledore left him. We should be ready to leave in a few weeks time.” In the last few days she had noticed something change in the way he was looking at her. Weeks ago when they first started meeting they had talked about everything from dragons to advanced potions for hours on end. Lately the conversations had been getting shorter and shorter. She saw his expression soften in the firelight and he leaned over and placed his mouth over hers. She tossed her book carelessly aside and moved closer to him, placing her legs in his lap. He deepened the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Her mouth opened wider while his tongue gently probed along her bottom lip. One of his hands found its way into her hair while the other slid up her silky legs, stopping at her nightgown’s hemline. She moaned softly in his mouth, permitting him to go farther.

He moved his hand to her waist and undid the tie holding her robe together. It fell open and for the first time tonight, his attention was fully on her upper half. He broke their kiss for a moment, hungrily staring at her ample chest. He kissed her feverishly while his hand messaged her breast, pinching lightly on her nipple. She moaned again, louder this time, craving more contact. One hand stayed wrapped around his neck, the other moved down to the button on his pants. She skillfully undid it with one hand and unzipped the rest of the fly. He groaned lightly when her hand brushed against his growing erection. He snaked both arms around her waist and pulled her completely onto his lap. Breaking the kiss, she moved her mouth down to his neck and resumed her kissing there, moving up an invisible line to behind his ear. He pushed the robe off her shoulders and it fell to the floor, completely unnoticed by its owner. One strap of her lacy nightgown had fallen to expose her pale shoulder, he mirrored it with the other side and pushed the neckline down to expose her chest to him. Her pink nipples hardened after being exposed to the cool air. He took one in his mouth and sucked tenderly, causing her to moan in his ear. His hand moved back to the hemline and raised it slightly to get better access to her. He gently cupped her and felt heat radiating from her panties. Smelling her arousal, he lifted her slightly to pull them off her and throw them to the floor. As she sat down she ground her hips against his and was rewarded with a needy growl.

He held her in his arms and stood, laying her back onto the couch and removing his shirt. He turned his attention back to her, wanting to see her fully naked in the soft light of the room. Pushing the hemline up with his hands, his mouth followed, leaving a trail of kisses and slight nips up her body until she was stripped. He stood again and smiled down at her, taking in her perfect naked form.

“You’re beautiful.”

She smiled back at him, a blush spreading across her face, while sitting up. Her smile quickly turned into a mischievous grin while she looped her thumbs under the belt loops of his pants. Slowly, she moved them down, exposing his throbbing hardness to her. While it wasn’t the first time they had done this, she was still a little nervous as to handling him. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and gently stroked while she took the end into her warm mouth. While circling her tongue around the tip, she saw his head roll back, obviously enjoying what she was doing. She increased her speed and heard his breathing become shallow. If she kept going like this, he wasn’t going to last much longer. Swiftly, he pushed her shoulders back until she was lying down and covered her body with his. His mouth crashed into hers again, muffling her moans as he pushed into her wetness. He paused for a moment to let her relax around him, and then started to take slow, deep pumps into her. His lips moved down her neck, sucking on her pulse point. Hearing her moans he started thrusting faster into her until he felt her muscles contract around him, taking him over the edge with her. He collapsed gently on top her as not to crush her. After a few minutes he looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, but her expression was purely contented. He kissed her again and tenderly pushed a few stray locks of hair behind her ears. She moaned slightly and smiled again, opening her eyes to meet his.

After looking at him for a moment, she frowned a bit. Becoming suddenly modest, she stood to replace the clothes that were strewn about the room. He looked at her in confusion but followed suit while watching her intently. She muttered something about being tired and ran back up the stairs, not bothering to say good night.

The time that they had been sharing lately had been wonderful, but what would happen when Tonks came back? Would she be cast aside, forgotten? Her head knew that what she was doing with him, a man in an involved relationship, was wrong. But her heart was aching to be with him. She understood him better than anyone else and he showed an obvious affection for her. Thoughts of their first night together started to come to the front of her mind but she tried to push them back while climbing into bed. Moments later she settled into an almost peaceful slumber…

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A/N - Hi everyone! Welcome to my first HP fic. This first chapter was a bit short but the rest will be longer. Any feedback, thoughts, or constructive critism is very much welcomed! I'll take any opportunity to become a better writer. And yes, reviews will make me write faster if you would like and update!