Looks Are Decieving
Looks Are Decieving
Remus laughed, a small rumble of sound against her throat as his mouth lazily worked her. A scarlet flush complimented Hermione, a tell-tell sign of her arousal.
“Professor?”
“Surely you can call me Remus now. I haven’t been your Professor for what? Five years now? Aren’t we on more intimate terms?”
Hermione blinked, distracted, before shaking her head and steering the conversation back in the direction she wanted.
“Old habits die hard,” she whispered, nibbling around the shell of his ear. “Besides, calling you Professor reminds me off all those times in class I sat dreaming of doing just this to you. Which reminds me, I would like to try something with you. But I’ve never done it before. I’d like you to teach me.”
Remus let out a small groan at Hermione’s mention of daydreaming all those years ago.
“What’s that, love?”
Hermione pressed her breasts against Remus’ chest, wrapped a leg around his waist pulling him flush against her. She leaned forward so her lips would brush against his ear with every word.
“I want you to teach me to suck you off. I want you to fuck my mouth. Would you like that, Professor? I want you to cum in my mouth and watch as I swallow every last drop of your juices.”
Remus nearly passed out. He braced himself on his arms, a hand to either side of Hermione’s head against the wall. His knees threatened to give as Hermione immediately released him from her grips and dropped promptly to her knees.
“I want you to watch me. Tell me if I’m not doing it right. I’m a quick study, you know.”
Hermione offered her former Professor a quick wink as she divested him of his pants and boxers. She placed a kiss to the tip of his manhood before swallowing him whole, relaxing her throat muscles for a moment before tightening them around him. She began to swirl her tongue around, wrapping it around the curve of his flesh from side to side. Timing her breathing with her motions she bobbed up and down, receiving moan after moan from the man in front of her. After a few minutes of such ministrations she pulled back and slid off of him with a pop.
“Professor,” she whispered. “Look at me.”
Remus willed his eyes open. He drew in a ragged breath as Hermione’s hair straightened, extending down her back, turning bright red. Freckles appeared, sprinkled like cinnamon across her body. Her breast shrunk a bit, becoming perkier, as her hips and thighs narrowed into a more athletic form.
“You see, Professor, I didn’t think you’d accept me if I came to you like this. You’d write me off as too young or give me some bullshit about not being able to be with me because I’m Harry’s girl… but I wanted you. And when a Weasley wants something, they don’t stop until they get it. Polyjuice Potion. Amazing the results you can get with it,” Ginny grinned up at him for a moment, sure he wouldn’t turn her away, but enjoying his reaction to her appearance.
A sound that perhaps was supposed to be words escaped Remus’s mouth but it quickly gave way to a groan as Ginny ran her hands up the inside of his thighs, circling her hands around to skim over his arse and rest against the small of his back, holding him in place.
She lightly bit at his testicals, teasing little nips that each earned a jump from Remus in response. She moved out and continued marking him with tiny bites over the front of his legs, across his abdomen, and to his hips. Here she sunk her teeth in one good time before returning her attention to the one place he craved her most.
Remus looked down at Ginny with a low moan as she took him into her mouth. She was smaller than Hermione, but she felt hotter and was more aggressive. Within moments he could feel the impending orgasm building. He reached down and pulled Ginny up from her knees. He pinned her against the wall and cupped her arse in his hands, sliding her up till she was posed with her opening at the tip of his hardened length. She gasped a bit at his show of dominance but quickly wrapped her arms and legs around him with an excited smile.
“Let me see you, love. I want to be in you,” he whispered against her throat, licking at her salty skin, enjoying the taste but craving something different.
“Such the romantic,” Ginny murmured.
Remus counted to ten, trying to gain some control over himself before moving. With a final swipe of his tongue to her collarbone, Remus pulled back looked into her lilac colored eyes.
“There you are,” he whispered before slamming her down against him. She shrieked and her nails dug into his shoulders. The walls shook with the force of their loving making. Remus wove a hand up her body and tangled it in short, hot pink locks, pulling his wife’s lips to meet his own.
“I love you, you dirty little wench,” he growled out. Tonks laughed briefly before the noise turned into a wailing groan. Gods he felt so good! She loved to torture him, becoming someone else allowed them adventures Remus would never otherwise take. Tonks especially loved taking on the forms of Hermione and Ginny because, when she wanted to, she could imitate their mannerisms to a ‘T’.
Remus licked Tonks' chest and ducked his head down to capture a nipple between his front teeth. He slid a finger between them, grazing and flicking her clit. He could feel his climax about to peek and wanted to make sure she got hers first. He stroked once, twice, flicked, stroke, and –
“Aughhh!” Tonks shuttered and wrapped herself as tightly around Remus as she could, her arms and legs like vices. Remus gasped and groaned into Tonks' neck as his own release washed over him. Leaning her back against the wall and his weight into her, Remus slid to the floor and turned, resting against the structure of their house. They sat like that, embraced, him still in her, hands idly stroking, and whispering endearments until the outside chill crept over their bodies. Their flesh was covered in a fine layer of sweat and the small draft that ran through the house was causing Tonks to involuntarily shiver. Kissing one another as they stood, they pulled apart only long enough to step into an article of clothing before returning to their snogging session. Getting dressed took ten minutes.
“Have I told you how much I love you?” Remus asked, Tonks held in his arms, fully dressed once more.
“I never tire of hearing it,” she responded with a grin. “I love you, too, and I’m so glad mum agreed to take Teddy for the night. It’s just you and me and the things I’m going to do you to-”
Tonks was interrupted by a loud and persistent banging on the back door. They both grabbed up their wands and headed to the door. Remus opened it slowly.
“Remus!”
“Tonks!”
It was Fred and George Weasley, each wearing a maniacal grin and holding up what looked like a galleon in the palm of their hand.
“It’s Harry,” one said.
“He’s back,” said the other.
“It’s time to fight.”
**
Fred and George left as quickly as they had appeared, saying they needed to stop by home before they would meet everyone at Hogwarts. Remus turned to Tonks at their departure.
“Tonks…” he began, the name sounding as though it wounded him to speak it.
“Remus, do not even suggest I don’t go. I know you. Don’t go there. This is my fight as much as it is yours.”
“But Tonks, think about Teddy. You need to go to him, go to your mother’s. Keep the safe.”
“Keep them safe?!” she bellowed. “If they’re attacking Hogwarts do you really think any of those wankers are going to be headed to my mum’s? They are safe!”
“Tonks, please!”
“No, damn it. Remus I’m a bloody fucking Auror! This is what I’m trained to do! This is what I signed up for – what Moody spent his last years dedicated to – making sure I could do my job! And I’m bloody good. You know it too!”
Remus dropped his head for a moment before moving slowly in front of Tonks. Wordlessly, he took her in his arms and clung to her.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too,” she responded, clinging to him with equal desperation. “But I need to fight. For Teddy.”
“Dora,” Remus began, using his pet name for her – a name she had previously only allowed her father to use. “If you’re there I won’t be able to concentrate. I’ll be too worried about you. If you go, it could be both our lives. But if you go to your mum’s, I’ll have every reason in the world to live. Nothing will be able to touch me, nothing will be able to stop me.”
He pulled back and looked her straight in the eyes. How he loved those eyes, ever changing, but always ready to show him her love.
“If you go and fight it will be my death, Dora. Please, please, for me – go to your mums.”
Tonks nodded slowly, tears falling down her cheeks.
“I love you,” she said fiercely, pulling Remus’s lips to meet her own. Their kiss was all consuming. Everything else in the world faded for just that moment. There was no war, no possibility of death, no fear. There was just a love between two lost souls that had finally found one another, had finally found their completion in the world.
“I love you, Nymphadora Tonks Lupin. With all my being and then some.”
Tonks sobbed and wrapped her arms around herself as her husband slowly pulled back from her and Apperated away.
**
With a pop, Remus landed in the Hog’s Head. A second pop sounded and Remus spun, wand drawn. Kingsley Shacklebolt stood there, wand pointed at Remus in return.
“Remus,” Shacklebolt said with an nod of his head, his eyes never leaving Remus’s face.
“Kingsley,” Remus returned in fashion.
“Prove yourself,” Kingsley demanded.
“I am Remus John Lupin, I am a werewolf, married to Nymphadora Tonks, father to Teddy Remus Lupin.”
Kingsley nodded, lowering his wand. Remus, however, kept his wand leveled at Kingsley.
“Your turn,” he said.
“I am Kingsley Shacklebolt, Auror, member of the Order of the Phoenix, member of the Advanced Guard, and escort to Harry on the night we removed him from the home of his muggle relatives to the Burrow.”
Remus lowered his wand and shook hands with Kingsley.
“Best be on our way then.”
They fell out into the room at the end of the tunnel and looked around in shock. It was a huge room, one Remus had never seen despite all his exploration of Hogwarts, and it was packed full. There were students, former and current, members of Dumbledore’s Army, members of the Order… it was overwhelming. A sense of pride and hope swelled in Remus’s chest.
He heard a clatter behind him and turned to find a set of stairs. Harry appeared around the corner, closely followed by Luna Lovegood.
“Harry, what’s happening?” Remus asked, moving to meet the Godfather of his child.
“Voldemort’s on his way, they’re barricading the school – Snape’s run for it –What are you doing here? How did you know?”
As Fred and George took turns answering Harry, Remus’s mind reeled. This was it. This was the moment the past twenty odd-some years had led up to. Remus shook his head as Harry again spoke.
“They’re evacuating the younger kids and everyone’s meeting in the Great Hall to get organized. We’re fighting.”
Pandemonium broke out as everyone surged for the stairs in a mad rush and roar. Remus stepped back and out of the way. Soon the room was empty save for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, Fleur, and Harry. Mrs. Weasley was arguing with Ginny (with aid from her twin brothers) as to whether Ginny would fight or not.
Remus studied Harry, attempting to not be obvious. This was the son of two of his best friends, the Godson of his very best friend, and the boy who was being asked to save the world. Remus wished he had words of wisdom to share, but could find none within himself.
A wild shuffle followed by a pronounced thump announced the arrival of yet another fighter. Percy Weasley stood up, stuttering, and came face to face with half of his family. Remus quickly found himself addressed by Fleur. She was asking about Teddy. Quickly, and a bit too loudly, he broke into nervous small talk, searching for the picture of Teddy he carried with him and proudly showing it off to Fleur and Harry. However, he nearly dropped the photo when Percy shouted.
“I was a fool!”
Family chatter, berating and then welcoming Percy ensued. As the issue was settled everyone again made for the stairs, this time leaving Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and Harry behind with Remus.
Mrs. Weasley was still trying to force her daughter to leave, saying she wasn’t old enough to fight. Ginny, on the other hand, wanted to stay. Remus cleared his throat lightly.
“Molly, how about this? Why doesn’t Ginny stay here, then at least she’ll be on the scene and know what’s going on but she won’t be in the middle of fighting?”
Ginny was disgruntled, but agreed, and Remus followed her parents up the stairs and to the Great Hall. Members of the Order were milling about and Remus took up post, leaning against a wall near the front of the hall. Kingsley stepped up to take charge minutes later. Remus was appointed to lead a group of fighters out onto the lawn accompanied by two other troops to be lead by Kinsley and Mr. Weasley.
Remus surveyed the team he was to lead. The Patil twins, Parvati and Padma, Seamus Finnigan, Oliver Wood, and Alicia Spinnet. All had been members of the DA, all were seventh year or graduates of the school, and all, he remembered, had excelled in Defense Against the Dark Arts when he had been their teacher. Recalling his position as Professor brought a flush to his face as he remembered his actions earlier in the night with Tonks. The heavy stench of fear brought him back to his senses.
“Alright, we’ve got a strong group here. We’re going to head out and to the right of the castle. Arthur is going to lead his group out to the left, Kingsley is taking his group straight down the lawns. This is the real deal. Use spells you’re comfortable with. Take no mercy on these people, they will spare you none in return. Use your protection shields. Fall back if you need to. Use whatever means you must out there. This is our school, our world, it’s time for us to take it back. Alright?”
Everyone nodded their heads and with a bravery he didn’t feel, Remus led his troops out into the grounds under the blanket of night.
**
“Is everyone okay?” Tonks asked Harry in unison with Ginny. He had reentered the Room of Requirement. Harry answered briefly but had no deaths to report on at the time. He was being questioned by Neville Longbottom’s grandmother and Tonks bounced on the balls of her feet with impatience. As Neville’s gran left to join the fight, Harry fixed his gaze on her.
“I thought you were supposed to be with Teddy at your mother’s?”
“I couldn’t stand not knowing-” she was ready to cry, ready to run, ready to blow up anyone and anything that stood between her and her husband’s arms. She couldn’t just sit at home not knowing, left to wonder… she couldn’t!
“She’ll look after him,” she said to Harry. “Have you seen Remus?”
“He was planning to lead a group of fighters into the grounds-”
Lightening lent its speed to Tonks as she took off, up and around the winding staircase and out into the corridor. She skidded to a stop with a gasp and looked around. Dust hung thick in the air, shouting echoed on all sides, the castle walls shook and screaming pierced the night. Something slammed into her from behind. She spun on her heel – Ginny!
“Harry needed me to get out – said I had to go back in. But I can’t, Tonks. You know how it is. How can they just expect me to sit back with a thumb up my arse while everyone I love is out here fighting?”
“’S’alright, Ginny. We’ll stay here and wait for them to be done. You can fight with me from here for now. Maybe someone will happen by and know something more than we do.”
Fear was seizing up Tonks’ insides. Ginny shouldn’t be left on her own. But… what about Remus? Where was he? What was he doing? Was he alright?
Tonks led Ginny to a window where they spent the next ten minutes aiming curse after curse, jinx after jinx into the crowd below, praying they were indeed hitting the enemy and not one of their own. The smoke was so thick it was sometimes hard to tell.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione appeared again in the hallway.
“Good girl!” a voice shouted. It was Aberforth speaking to Ginny as he appeared out of the dust and ran past, leading a small group of students on the warpath.
“Have you seen Remus?” Tonks shouted after him desperately.
“He was dueling Dolohov! Haven’t seen him since!”
“Tonks, Tonks I’m sure he’s okay-” Ginny’s voice faded as Tonks again took off at full speed. She soon passed Aberforth and his group of fighters from the position they had taken up. She flew down flights of stairs, her wand acting of its own accord. Spells shot off through the night, her shield was cast time and again, saving her from several spells thrown her way. She ducked and weaved and by the time she burst out onto the front lawn she thought her lungs were going to explode.
Gasping she turned to the right and began stumbling along the side of the castle, straining her eyes to search out the figures moving quickly across the lawns. There! There he was! She held her side, still trying to catch her breath, and took a step to move towards him. A tree root caught the toe of her boot and Tonks fell forward landing hard in the dirt at the same time as her name echoed across the skies.
**
“Tonks!”
Remus had smelt her the second she stumbled out the castle doors. It had taken a moment to find her in the chaos. As soon as his eyes landed on her there was a flash of blue light and she went down. He was running as fast as he could, drawing on the werewolf that resided within. He could still smell her, could sense the blood flowing through her veins and knew she was still alive. But how badly was she hurt? What was the curse that hit her? Could he get to her in time?
**
“Remus!” Tonks shouted, struggling to right herself and stand up. She pushed her way through the bit of bushes she had fallen into and was attempting to run to him. Unfortunately her fall had knocked the wind from her lungs and her previous exertions left her only able to hobble quickly. She grasped her wand with one hand, the other making its way back to the stitch in her side.
It was hard to say who spotted them first.
“Protego!”
The cry went out in unison, Remus casting a shield around Tonks in the same instant she cast one around him. They collided, arms going protectively around each other, their shields uniting as did their bodies.
From the wands of Bellatrix Lestrange and Thorfinn Rowle flew two jets of green light.
**
“I am sorry, too,” Remus was saying to Harry. He was standing amongst his old friends, his wife waiting more patiently than ever for his return. Remus glanced around the circle, taking in the appearances of Lily, James, and Sirius. He returned his attention to Harry who was apologizing for Remus’ own death, that he had been taken away from his son so soon after his birth.
Remus continued speaking.
“…Sorry I will never know him… but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life.”
Harry nodded, ready to begin the walk to his own demise. They, Remus and his closest friends, were there to guide him. To stand guard, to welcome him should he choose to remain with them. Pride swelled in Remus’s heart. He no longer knew the darker side of the world. He was void of the weights that had been riding around on his back for so many years. Age was erased from his face, his smile already such a frequent adornment for him. In silence they walked with Harry until he stopped, gathering and readying himself. And then they let him go, for the final time until they would have him with them… so long from now. But that was nothing to worry over.
Tonks rushed Remus, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly.
“Remus,” she whispered, excitement filling her entirely. She, too, had just returned, although it was her own son she had been to see. Saying good bye had not been hard, as she thought it might have been, for she knew she would never let a day pass when she wasn’t in her son’s life and she wasn’t in his. No, she wouldn’t be there in the physical sense, but that didn’t deter her love in the least.
“Remus, shut your eyes for a moment, love.”
Remus laughed, a deep and contagious sound, music to her ears, and shut his eyes accordingly.
“Open them,” Tonks requested.
Remus opened his eyes. They landed on Hermione Granger… no, wait, it was Ginny Weasley… no, Fleur Weasley… no, Luna Lovegood…
Remus again laughed, swooping his wife up in his arms and spinning her in a circle.
“Our fun continues!” He shouted with a smile.
“Would you bring your wife and move your arse there Moony? You have a lot of catching up to do!” Sirus grinned at his old friend and Remus saw James and Lily waiting just ahead, arms wrapped around one another.
“C’mon,” Remus told Tonks, setting her down and taking her hand in his. “I have some friends I want you to meet.”