Hello Again

Hello Again

By: Snapes_Goddess



This little scene takes place a little after Just For Tonight and is inspired by the song Hello Again by Neil Diamond.


Hello
Again hello
Just called to say: hello.
I couldn't sleep at all tonight
And I know it's late
But I couldn't wait.


Hermione lay in her lonely bed at 12 Grimmuald place, sleep evading her as it had nearly every night for a month. She hadn’t enjoyed a decent night’s rest since Sirius Black’s funeral, the night she had given herself to Remus. She replayed that night over and over, every touch, every kiss, and every whispered word that had passed between them. She had fallen asleep with her arms wrapped around him and had opened her eyes the next morning to find him sitting on a chair staring at her.


“I’m sorry.” He whispered the moment she opened her eyes.

“Why are you sorry?” She asked, sitting up and pulling the throw around her. “There is nothing to be sorry for.”

“I…I was out of line…I should never…”

“Don’t, do not say that last night should never have happened.” She said, fighting back the tears that stung her eyes. He looked up, stunned by the emotion so plainly etched on her face.


“Hermione…I had no idea.” He said softly as a buzzing heat began to race through him. “I can’t…I have nothing to offer you.”

“I never asked you for anything, Remus.” She said as she wrapped the throw around her completely and got to her feet. “If last night was all you have to give, then so be it.”

It was one of the hardest things she had ever done, walking from that room, away from him. Later, after a shower and a change of clothes she had come back down and found a note lying on the table.

Dearest Hermione,

I wish I could be what you needed.


Always,

Remus

So simple, those messily scrawled words written on a slightly yellowed piece of parchment. She had shifted to the other page to find it blank, wondering if he had intended to write more but had been unable to find the words.

She sighed and rolled onto her back staring at a crack in the ceiling plaster. A soft scratching noise sounded from inside the drawer of her nightstand. She rolled onto her side and slowly pulled it open. The scratching sounded again and she reached for the envelope that was trembling slightly.

She sat up, her brow furrowed as she propped herself against the pillows and withdrew the parchment from inside. The familiar words of Remus’s morning after goodbye glared at her. The papers began to vibrate in her hand and she slid the top sheet away, catching her breath when she saw words begin to form in that familiar, messy scrawl.


”Hello? Are you there, Hermione?” She reached into the drawer for a quill and a pot of ink, snatching a book to use as a writing surface as she hurriedly scratched out her reply.


Hello
My friend
Hello
Just called to let you know
I think about you ev'ry night
When I'm here alone
And you're there at home.
Hello.



“Remus? I’m here.”

“It’s late, did I wake you?”

“No…are you alright?”

“I…I can’t stop thinking about you. Do you ever think about me?”

“Every day. Why did you leave, Remus?”

“I couldn’t stay there and not touch you again. You should have hexed me the moment I touched you.”

“I wanted you to touch me, Remus. I still want you to touch me.”

“Don’t say that…don’t tempt me.”

“Come home, Remus.”


Remus sat at the old battered desk, the fingers of one hand threaded through his hair, the other clutching the quill. He squeezed it tightly in his fist as her words appeared on the page. Come home. Oh how he wanted to. Every moment since he left had been filled with thoughts of her, memories of her scent, her taste, the feel of her.

She had comforted him. Given him access to her body, shared her passion with him. He woke the next morning cradled between her thighs with her arms holding him close. Guilt had slapped him hard when he saw the faint red marks from his stubble marring her flawless skin.

She was perfect, so beautiful lying there in with the morning sun coming through the window to cast her in its golden glow. He moved off of her, resisting the urge to wake her with a kiss. He dressed quietly and then sat in the chair, watching her for nearly an hour before she opened her eyes.


He still couldn’t believe what he saw there, the emotion, the…love shining in her eyes for him. How long had he been blind to it? How could he not have seen it? Why would she waste her heart on him?


May be it's been crazy
And may be I'm to blame
But I put my heart above my head.
We've been through it all
And you loved me just the same
And when you're not there
I just need to hear.


”Remus?” He stared at the delicate, feminine script and he closed his eyes, sighing in resignation. He couldn’t fight it, couldn’t ignore what he felt, what he wanted.


”I’m coming home.” He tossed the quill onto the desk and headed for the small, dirty fireplace. With a pinch of floo powder he stepped into the swirling green flames and out into the sitting room of number 12.

He took the steps two at a time as he raced towards an unknown destiny. He never imagined a future where someone loved him, the possibility that he could have anything resembling a normal life. She made him dream of those things, love, family, a real life.

He reached the top landing just as she jerked the door open and stepped into the hall. She was a vision in her simple, blue night gown, her toes peeking out beneath the hem. She was staring at him, her plump lower lip pulled between her teeth. He wasted no time, his long legs bringing him to her quickly. She opened her arms to him, pulling him into them and lifting her lips to meet his.

He groaned at the taste of her, the sweet heat of her mouth fulfilling a craving that had plagued him since he left. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her as he deepened the kiss and carried her back into her room, kicking the door closed behind him. She tunneled her fingers through his hair and kneaded his scalp as they kissed, tongues dueling, lips pressing, mouths sucking and teeth nibbling.

He stumbled when he neared the bed, tripping over her house slippers that looked like little sheep and tumbling her back onto the mattress.

“Damn…so much for dashing and romantic.” He said with a crooked smile, lifting up to look at her. She was smiling, her cheeks flushed. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She said softly, pushing his hair back from his face.

“What now?” He asked.

“Now you get out of those clothes and you lay down with me.” She whispered.

“You don’t want to talk?” He asked hoarsely, his body reacting to her nearness, causing his cock to harden and for him to push it against her unconsciously.

“We have plenty of time for talk, right now I just want to be with you.” She reached between them and began loosening the buttons on his pajama shirt. His pulse kicked and his breathing hitched. She slid her hands beneath the fabric and smoothed them over his chest, her fingers threading through the soft pelt of chest hair and tickling his nipples.


“Hermione.” He whispered her name as he lowered his lips to the smooth skin of her throat. He kissed the spot just below her ear, enjoying the slight tremor that went through her as her skin prickled. His mustache tickled the sweet spot and she laughed softly, squirming beneath him. She put her hands flat against his chest and pushed him off of her.

“I’m sorry, too fast.” He said, his cheeks coloring with shame.

“No…too much between us.” She said rising to her knees and pushing his shirt back off of his shoulders and down his arms. She reached for the buttons on the bottoms and he gasped as her fingers brushed against his erection. “Lay back.”

Remus did as she said, laying back against the pillows and lifting his hips as the young woman tugged at the pajama pants. She pulled them, along with his boxers down over his hips and thighs, whisking them off easily and tossing them over the foot of the bed.

She was on her knees beside him, staring at him as he lay naked in her bed. He felt vulnerable on display as he was. He was a modest man with few lovers in his past, none of them had thought to look him over the way she was. She traced her fingers down his chest, her nails lightly raking over his skin.

“Hermione…” He hissed her name, a low growl rumbling in his chest. She traced the silvery line of a scar that slashed across his belly beginning at his navel and ending somewhere in the nest of dark brown curls that surrounded his ruddy, throbbing erection.


He nearly bucked off of the bed when she wrapped her soft, cool fingers around him, stroking slowly from base to tip and back again. Cloudy beads of fluid began to weep from the tip and she couldn’t resist bending down to swipe her tongue over him, laving the flushed head again and again when he moaned. His body was drawn tight, like a bow; the muscles in his thighs were trembling. She opened her mouth and slid her lips down over him, sucking him gently.

“No! Stop…” He cupped the sides of her face and urged her off of him. “I can’t take you…your mouth…I’m too on edge.”

Hermione nodded a soft smile on her lips as she reached for the hem of her gown and pulled it up and off. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath it and he was treated to an unobstructed view of every glorious inch of her. Every soft, voluptuous curve of her body was perfect. He nearly came just from the sight of her.

“You aren’t going to run off again in the morning are you?” She asked softly, crawling over him so that she was sitting astride his hips.

“I wasn’t planning to. We need to talk at some point…” He groaned as she settled over him, the moist heat of her cleft rocking against his erection. “Hermione, I don’t have much patience at the moment and you are making it nearly impossible for me to think clearly.”

“Then let’s fix that little problem before the night gets away from us.” She whispered. With a low growl he captured her around the waist and rolled her onto her back, settling himself between her thighs. He tugged the pillow from beneath her head and tossed it onto the floor.

“I have wanted you for so long.” He murmured as he lowered his lips to hers briefly.

“I have been yours for a very long time, Remus. All you had to do was open your eyes.” Her hands slid up his back, stroking over his shoulders and tightening at the back of his neck.

“I don’t deserve you. You can do better…”

“Remus, let’s get this straight, it is up to me to decide what I deserve, what is right for me. I deserve to be happy and being with you will make me happy.” She said, sliding her hand through his fine, shaggy hair. “Now, shut up and love me.”

Remus smiled and bent down once more to capture her lips. His tongue slipping between to lick against hers, suckling gently. She mewled into his mouth and he swore it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. He pulled away only because he needed desperately to draw breath. He trailed his lips over her throat, stopping to lave at the pulse pounding at the base, the urge to bite her, to mark her was strong.

He moved lower, nipping at her clavicle then raining light kisses over the upper swells of her breasts. He licked at one tight, brown nipple, feeling it harden further beneath his tongue before he closed his lips around her and sucked. Her back arched and she cried out, clutching the back of his head tightly to her.

“Shhhh…I don’t want Harry running in here to curse me.” He said, glancing nervously over his shoulder at the door.

“He isn’t here; he’s at the Weasley’s.” She said, laying her hand on his cheek and directing his gaze back to her. “I need you.”

“I don’t want to rush…this time I want to love you properly, like I should have the first time.” He said, lowering his head to the other nipple and sucking gently, his tongue circling and lashing at the turgid peak. She fidgeted beneath him, anxious to feel him inside her.

“Please…I need to feel you.” She moaned. Remus growled against her skin, moving lower, licking the crease beneath her breasts and running his tongue over her ribcage. Lower still he went, his tongue dipping into her navel, sliding along the crease where thigh and pelvis meet.

“Open your legs wider.” He rasped. Her scent was making him dizzy. Sweet and heady, the perfume of an aroused female was addicting and he couldn’t wait to taste her. Clutching her thighs to hold them open for his convenience he licked her, one long swipe from dripping entrance to aroused clit. If he hadn’t been holding her she would have bucked off of the bed.

“REMUS!” She cried sharply, her hands tangling in his hair, fisting and pulling as he dove into his task with fervor. He licked, sucked and nipped at her succulent core with a voraciousness that stunned them both. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her, his tongue spearing into her tight, clasping orifice again and again as she keened and writhed beneath him. When he sucked hard on her clit, biting into it oh so gently with his teeth, she went over, screaming her completion into the night.


He licked gently at her until she calmed, her body continuing to tremble. He slowly kissed his way back up her body as she whimpered, her entire body feeling like one giant nerve ending.

“Hermione…I love you.” He whispered, sliding slowly inside her, his cock finding her with ease. He groaned as he sank balls deep into her wet, pulsing, sex. She gasped, her eyes growing wide and her nails sinking into his shoulders.

“Remus…oh I love you, I love you so much.” She said breathlessly. Their eyes locked and he began to move slowly within her. Pulling all the way back, nearly out of her and then sliding back inside just as slowly. He kept the pace slow and steady, moving in her with purpose, to enjoy the feel of her wrapped so tightly around him and to bring her pleasure. It was without the blind intensity of their first joining when pure emotion and the desire for comfort, for something to make him forget had ridden him, making him oblivious to anything by the peace he found in those moments of passion.

Over and over he slid his ample length into her, connecting them, binding them with a connection they both knew was more than just simple lust. She dug her nails in deeper, rolling her hips up as he stroked in, bringing him deeper into her. He began moving faster, thrusting harder into her as the heat began to prick at his spine. She was making soft, sweet little noises of encouragement.


“Oh yes! Just like that!” She gasped, her hands sliding down to his narrow, flexing backside. Harder and harder he pounded into her until she stiffened and cried out, bucking hard beneath him as she came, her pussy flexing and tightening around him. He couldn’t hold back, her eager responses were too much for his over excited state and with a sharp thrust and a low, rumbling howl of pleasure he erupted inside her, filling her with his release as he collapsed over her.


Hello
My friend
Hello
It's good to need you so
It's good to love you like I do
And to feel this way
When I hear you say:


“Are you alright?” He asked softly, his cheek resting against her pounding heart.

“M hmm. I’m wonderful.” She sighed sleepily.

“It scares me you know? Loving you, needing you the way I do. People aren’t going to understand.” He said.

“Then that’s their problem. I don’t really care what people say or think…I love you.” She whispered, turning her head to brush a kiss over his temple.

“I’m glad you didn’t throw away the letter.” He said softly.

“I don’t know that you could call it a letter.” She chuckled. “I’m glad you decided to come back.”

“I didn’t have a choice, I couldn’t go another night without speaking to you, I was miserable without you.” He said.

“You’re home now, that’s all that matters.” She said. “Sleep now….”


~*@*~*@*~*@*~*@*~


The sun was barely creeping over the horizon when Hermione opened her eyes to find Remus watching her, sitting on a chair beside the bed. Déjà vu reared its ugly head and she grew apprehensive.

“Hello, Remus.” She said. “Are you running away again?”

“Hello, again, my love.” He smiled. “No, I am not running away, I just couldn’t resist watching you.” He moved off of the chair and slid back into the bed beside her. “I am here to stay, if you are certain I am what you want.”

“More than anything else in the world.” She said just before she pressed her lips to his.

Hello
My friend
Hello.
Just called to let you know
I think about you ev'ry night
And I know it's late
But I couldn't wait

Hello.

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So this was sort of inspired by the Neil Diamond song Hello Again….it takes place after Just For Tonight…..told you I wasn’t certain that was the end of it all LMAO….hoping to get a longer fic out soon, just waiting for the muse to stop dragging her feet with it….blame Lucius…he’s taking up all my thoughts.


Hello Again
By: Neil Diamond


Hello
Again hello
Just called to say: hello.
I couldn't sleep at all tonight
And I know it's late
But I couldn't wait.


Hello
My friend
Hello
Just called to let you know
I think about you ev'ry night
When I'm here alone
And you're there at home.
Hello.


May be it's been crazy
And may be I'm to blame
But I put my heart above my head.
We've been through it all
And you loved me just the same
And when you're not there
I just need to hear.


Hello
My friend
Hello
It's good to need you so
It's good to love you like I do
And to feel this way
When I hear you say:

Hello
My friend
Hello.
Just called to let you know
I think about you ev'ry night
And I know it's late
But I couldn't wait

Hello.