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CHAPTER SIX: YOURS
“I would die for your heaven
I could lie here forever”
“Hurry up, we’re going to be late!” Hermione called as she fixed her hair in the mirror, desperately trying to make it look like the reason for their delayed arrival was not mind blowing sex.
Remus jaunted out of their bedroom, pulling his jumper over his head. Hermione mourned the loss of his sculpted chest. If they were already late, what would a few more minutes be? They could have another quick hard shag. Her eyes glazed over and glittered at the thought.
“Oh no, Mrs. Lupin. I’ve been told that we are late. Keep those dirty thoughts to yourself.” Remus’ smirk was downright devilish. It was moments like this that made it painfully obvious why he had fit in so well with the Marauders. Beneath his prim and proper exterior was a downright cheeky bastard.
He spanked her arse lightly as he passed, righting his jumper properly and then holding out his hand. Hermione took his outstretched hand, feeling his warmth and sturdiness. His fingers closed around hers, his thumb rubbing a small pattern on her wrist.
With a turn on their heels they both disapparated.
Although Hermione had been here what felt like hundreds of times over the years, never had it felt so daunting. This would be the first time that she and Remus would be out together as a couple. Since the wedding festivities that is.
“You alright?” Hermione asked gently.
She had seen how the last couple days had been on him with the new moon approaching so quickly. Remus was tired, and although he tried to hide she could see how his shoulders drooped and the bags under his eyes had deepened. Remus claimed that the lack of sleep was from the nearly outrageous amount of sex they were having through the night, but Hermione knew otherwise. She tried to convince him to stay home and rest but he had insisted on showing up with her today.
With Remus’ hand still in hers, she raised her other hand and opened the door.
“Harry! Ginny! We’re here!” She called out into the foyer.
“Why, it’s about time.” Ginny’s head poked out from the sitting room. Her eyes locked in on their joined hands and she raised her eyebrow. “I see now why you’re both so late.”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hermione said primly as she headed towards her ginger friend.
“You might not, but the love bite on your neck sure does.” Ginny quipped back.
Hermione whipped her head around to Remus with a flush. “You didn’t think to tell me?”
It didn’t seem possible, but his smirk reached a new level of smug. He pulled her into his body by their still joined hands so that he could place a kiss on her forehead. Remus’ eyes were smouldering, and Hermione couldn’t look away. She loved how much more confident he had gotten with her over the last couple days.
“Didn’t want to make us any later. And anyways,” His used his other hand to stroke the mark on her neck below her jaw that he had made earlier, “I like the way it looks on you.”
A small squeal caused Hermione to blink back into focus. Ginny was still standing there, but now she was sporting a full on grin and wide eyes.
Hermione tried to pull away from Remus in slight embarrassment, but he held her steady. Damn him.
“Come on then, everyone’s in here.”
The fire was roaring and there were several half empty glasses of wine scattered between the occupants of the room. It was only a small gathering, members of the Golden Trio and their significant others.
“Alright, ‘Mione?” Ron called from his spot beside Parvati. He flushed when he saw Lupin, going red from the tips of his ears and all the way down his neck. “And Lupin.” He added hastily.
Ginny scoffed at her brother’s tact.
Whatever semblance of nerves she had before arriving vanished at Ron’s clumsy greeting, nothing had really changed over the years.
“Hi Ronald, hi Parvati. Have you been having any luck with your garden gnome infestation you were telling me about?”
Conversation flowed freely, everyone talking amongst themselves. The thread of conversation would break off into smaller ones before reforming to include everyone and then break off again. Hermione’s heart was overflowing as she watched her friends make an effort to actively include Remus in different topics. It was comfortable and easy.
One thing Hermione had not expected was that Remus Lupin was borderline clingy. He always had to be touching Hermione in some way or another. Sometimes he ran absentminded fingers down the soft flesh of her inner arm. Other times his arm was around her back, playing with her curls gently.
“‘Mione, did my mum tell you about everyone getting together in a couple weeks? The whole family is coming, even Charlie.” Ron asked, turning directly to face Hermione.
“No, I haven’t spoken to her since the wedding, really. I’ve had a lot going on.” She replied, trying very hard not to look at Remus and blush.
“Well you better be there, or she’ll be cross. Not sure what it’s about, but I’ll owl you the date.”
The one thing she loved about her friends is that they knew her. Both Harry and Ron were painfully aware that Hermione liked having a plan for everything, that she needed to know simple things, like the details of an event in advance. She beamed at Ron, overcome by the gesture that still stuck after all these years.
“Thank you, I’m looking forward to it.”
Ron smiled back at her, obviously pleased that he could tell Molly that he had wrangled Hermione into attending. However Molly never had need to fear, Hermione never missed Weasley family get-togethers.
Hermione's attention on Ron shattered as Remus brought the soft skin of Hermione’s inner wrist to his mouth, placing a delicate kiss there and tasting her pulse. His eyes were shining near golden in the light of the fire. Hermione put all of her will power into not squirming so that she wouldn’t give away how utterly ruined her knickers now were.
Ginny’s jaw dropped. She smacked Harry in the chest, creating a dull but resonating thud.
“Harry James Potter, why don’t you ever kiss me like that?” She exclaimed, her hand on her chest as if she was offended.
Harry grabbed her hand quickly and pressed a chaste kiss to her wrist before dropping it.
“On that note, I think I heard Kreacher call us for dinner.” Harry was on his feet in a flash, dashing ahead of the rest of the group to the dining room. He had defeated a Dark Lord but he still ran at the first sight of PDA.
Hermione and Remus held back slightly until they were behind everyone else.
“Mr. Lupin, I believe it was not even a few hours ago that you were telling me to keep my dirty thoughts to myself.” She whispered, making sure her voice was low enough that only Remus’ werewolf ears could hear.
He didn’t respond, only squeezed her arse from his position behind her. She was about to turn around and protest, but his hand slid lower until it was cupping her cunt through her denims. His fingers rubbed lazily over the seam before his touch dropped away.
Remus bent slightly until his lips brushed against the shell of her ear. His hot breath so close, it made her shiver. “If you’re already this wet for me, I can’t imagine how ready you’ll be by the time we return home.”
Then he pulled away as if nothing happened.
Hermione was certain she all but tumbled into the dining room. Ginny gave her a knowing smirk, but Hermione decided that her friend really had no idea the full extent of what her husband was up to.
Long gone was the timid wizard who didn’t dare to touch his new wife. Since their breakthrough, Remus apparently had no qualms about touching her whenever and in front of whoever. Hermione was thrilled at the thought.
Dinner was rather uneventful. Kreacher had made a wonderful dish of Shepherd’s Pie which Ron made sure was gone by the time they left the table. Once again Hermione was reminded that no matter how much things changed they stayed the same. Parvati cast her husband a knowing smile.
The only remarkable thing through their meal was the hand that remained on her thigh throughout the entire thing. Perhaps if she was a stronger woman, or if she hadn’t been tempted so much before they sat down she wouldn't be so affected by it. Hermione made every excuse she could to shift slightly to ease any of the ache that was building between her thighs.
As usual, Ginny watched with a knowing look that spelt trouble.
When they got up to adjourn back to the sitting room Ginny swooped in with her legendary quidditch skills and took Remus by the arm.
“Remus, I had a question about imperturbable charms I was hoping you could answer.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Ginny, acutely aware that Ginny had been around when Molly had cast it dozens of times in the past.
“Of course.” Remus replied, looking somewhat amused.
“Perfect. Hermione, do you mind if I borrow your sexy professor for a few minutes?”
“Go right ahead.” Hermione replied, right at the same time Harry yelled “Ginny!” from across the room.
Hermione could only watch in something akin to disbelief as her friend whisked her husband away for what she was sure were nefarious purposes. She felt Harry come and stand at her side, watching his wife with the same look of horror.
“Something about her calling him a sexy professor when he’s in earshot makes me rethink ever inviting him again.” Harry sighed, bringing his wineglass to his lips for a large gulp.
“I do have to agree with her though. He is rather sexy.” Hermione bumped her hip against Harry’s teasingly.
“Stop it, stop it right now. I do not want to think about– about him that way. It’s bad enough watching him swoon over you since the minute you two arrived.” Harry croaked.
“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.”
“You don’t see the way he looks at you the way the rest of us do. Like his world begins and ends with you. All jokes aside, Hermione I’m really glad things all turned out. You both deserve happiness. It’s nice knowing that there is finally someone who can take care of you, since you’re usually too busy taking care of everyone else.” Harry smiled at her, letting his soft smile carry his words home.
Somewhere during Harry’s little speech things had gotten a little blurry, tears threatening to spill down Hermione’s cheeks.
“Thanks, Harry.” Her voice cracked, betraying how emotional she was feeling. She wrestled Harry into a bone crushing hug, letting his familiar warmth comfort her. They rocked slightly as they held each other, their friendship wrapping them together.
As they pulled away, Hermione felt a pang in her chest, like a rubber band snapping after being pulled taut. Her foot caught at the unexpected sensation and she stumbled back slightly. Arms caught around her waist and steadied her from behind. She knew it was Remus by the curve of his arm and his intoxicating scent.
“Thank you, Harry. Dinner was wonderful tonight. I think it’s time that me and Hermione headed out.” Remus’ words were pleasant, but his tone was cutting. Hermione couldn’t help but rub at her chest with the palm of her hand, trying to ease some of the angry ache that had taken residence there.
“Are you alright?” She asked worriedly. Dozens of scenarios played through her mind of Remus hurting in some way she couldn’t fix this close to the full moon.
He watched her for a moment, contemplating his response. His eyes flicked behind her and then his face hardened. Hermione didn’t have time to react before Remus crashed his lips to hers, catching her in a bruising kiss. He bit rather hard on her lip then abruptly pulled away.
Harry let out a cough.
“Umm, thanks again Harry. See you soon?” Hermione looked over her shoulder at him with wide eyes, trying to see if he knew what was going on.
“Sure.” Harry sounded dumbfounded.
As soon as the words left his mouth Remus was dragging her to the front door. The slight dizziness of apparition felt like nothing compared to the whirlwind that had just gone down. They landed in the kitchen and Hermione spun to face her husband.
“Remus what the hell is-”
He cut her off, and she let out a yelp as he hefted her into his arms like she weighed nothing. His large hands dug pleasantly into her thighs as she scrambled to gain some form of balance by looping her arms around his neck. He strode forward before all but dropping him on their table.
“Remus!” She shouted, her patience draining with whatever his problem currently was.
“I’m going to fucking lose it. He had his hands all over you.” Remus snarled, his face scrunched up in pain.
Hermione’s face was slack, her confusion making it nearly impossible to focus. An image of Harry’s hug flashed through her mind.
“Harry?” Was all she could manage to ask.
“Yes.” Remus spit.
By the dangerous flash in his eyes, Hermione knew that Remus was no longer in control. The proximity to the full moon had Moony tearing his way to consciousness and fighting for his mate.
“Shhh, there’s no one else. I’m yours.”
Hermione leaned back, letting her head hit the wood beneath her. Her body was splayed across the table, open and ready for Moony to take whatever he needed from her.
The soft Remus she knew was gone, and his place was a predator. He prowled up her body, placing burning kisses on any bare skin he could find. His hands were greedy, ripping at her clothes so that he could have more access.
Hermione’s hands shot to the button on her denims, hastily undoing the clasp. Remus met her halfway, pulling both her denims and her knicker down her legs. He didn’t waste any time while ripping off her shirt, as if the thing he needed most in the world was to see her bare.
Not once in her life had Hermione been subject to such passion. She had never seen a man so desperately in need of her. She was drunk off the feeling. She let it fill her, let it drive her hands as they divested her husband of his remaining clothes.
The sight of his toned skin brought a whimper to her lips, turning her into a feral animal in her own right. She was clawing at Remus, demanding and begging that he bring her deliverance. Hermione continued on in a desperate haze until she felt his cock at her entrance.
He pushed into her with a force that took her breath away. Unlike the other times they had sex, this time there was no preamble, only the brutal way in which they both needed each other.
“Oh Merlin.” Hermione moaned, pushing herself further onto Remus’ cock.
Remus jerked his head back suddenly with a low growl rumbling in his throat as Moony dominated his consciousness. “The only name you can say is mine .”
It was a command. One which Hermione was happy to oblige.
She chanted Remus’ name like a prayer. Like his name and his name alone would bring her absolution. Each syllable leaving her mouth with a breathy pant.
Remus had her right where he wanted, begging him for her pleasure. The werewolf inside of him demanded that he show her what it truly meant to be his. His pace slowed until he had her practically immobilised on the table.
He pinned her down with his body, ensuring that his cock reached the deepest part of her. She squirmed through his slow torture, trying to fuck herself on him, but having a hard time through his body weight. It was indescribable bliss, to be so connected with him, to feel every inch of him pressed against her.
Hermione managed to attach her lips to his neck, cascading a trail of hungry kisses. His skin tasted like the semblance of a memory come to life, delicate but rich on her tongue.
There was no doubt that Remus was doing everything within his power to claim her body, to erase any thoughts of Harry from her mind. The hazy part of her brain reminded her to tell Remus later that Harry was nothing but a brother to her, someone whom she had spent most of her life with in close confidence. However, the forefront of her brain demanded that she give herself completely to Remus, to offer even the most fragile parts of herself to him.
“Mark me Remus.” She gasped.
For a moment he looked stunned.
“Mark me so that everyone knows I’m yours. Only Yours.”
His eye blazed amber in the low light, a beacon for his desire. He sank his teeth into her, devouring her right down to her threadbare soul.
Light shot through Hermione’s veins, burning away any shred of insecurity that has ever found its home there. Nothing existed but her and her mate, joined as one for all to see. In this moment, nothing mattered more than the two of them.
Remus continued to fuck her, his pace matching the throbbing that had taken over the spot on her neck which he had bitten.
A sound whooshed out, like a breath held in for too long.
“Oh my gods!”
The voice, which definitely was not her husband’s, caused Hermione to desperately try and cover her nude chest. Remus instinctually laid his full weight on her, obstructing her from view. Hermione wrangled her head from under Remus’ arm to catch a glimpse of the intruder.
Harry stood by the Floor, his eyes covered by his hand and a fearsome blush stained across his cheeks.
“What are you doing here?” Her voice was shrill even to her own ears.
“Just thought I would make sure you were alright since you left so suddenly. The Floo was open.” Harry explained, sounding desperate to be anywhere but here.
“I’m fine.”
Remus growled above her.
“I’m better than fine.” Hermione amended. “Remus is a bit wound up. Werewolf thing, you know? So if you wouldn’t mind seeing yourself out.”
Harry turned briskly, his hand still clamped over his eyes. Even if she hadn’t been watching him, it would have been obvious by the whack as he hit his head on the mantle.
He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “I’m never stepping foot in this house again” before he disappeared in a flash of green.
Remus lapped at the fresh mark, a languid stroke that had Hermione clenching around him.
“Now, where were we?” he all but purred above her. It was obvious that he was quite pleased that Harry had walked in on him pleasing his mate. That Moony was proud to show everyone how well he could take care of her.
“Last I checked you were fucking me so good.” Hermione quipped, lifting her hips in an attempt to urge him to continue.
“It’s what you deserve.”
He began to move once again, fucking her into the table. His hand moved between them, finding her clit and stroking her with practised motions. It had only been a few days, but he already knew how to make her sing, how to reduce her to incoherency.
The pressure was building, causing her legs to tense in a way that was almost painful. Remus recognised the signs and kept his pace, urging her to finish. She came with a strangled groan, uncaring of how loud it sounded even to her own ears.
“That’s it, let me hear you.” Remus managed to moan, before he followed. His hips moved with jerky movements as he rode through his own release.
His forehead was gloriously slick with sweat, lasting evidence of their coupling. A smile shone on his lips before he ducked his head into the crook of her neck and she could no longer see. He kissed up her neck and over her face. Hermione had never felt more loved than she did right in that moment.
Without pulling out, he urged her to wrap her legs around his waist before hoisting her up. The fact that they were in motion didn’t stop the rainfall of kisses that fell on her. A giggle tore from Hermione’s mouth as tried to playfully shove him away yet move closer at the same time.
“Remus stop! You’re tickling me!” At least that’s what she attempted to say. In reality it was a string of broken words interrupted by giggles.
“As my lady requires.” Although Remus relented, there was still a wild glint in his eyes.
Hermione didn’t even have time to question it before she was thrown onto their bed. She fell onto her back before she righted herself and gave Remus an incensed look. The lopsided grin that he returned was enough to make her heart thump with startling ferocity.
“I love your hair like this. Wild. Untamed. It reminds me a lot of myself.” Remus took one of her curls and twisted it around his index finger, pulling gently.
“Come over here and show me just how much you love it.” Hermione crooned, crooking her finger.
“You asked for it, wife.” He pounced on her, his enormous body covering hers. “And I shall spend the rest of my life making sure I show you just how much I love it.”