The Obvious
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tattooedsirenTitle: The Obvious
Ships: Remus/Hermione
Rating: PG13/R
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Say it with me now ~ me ... don't ... own.
Summary: Remus took a small step closer, his eyes still locked on hers. They looked at each other for a moment, as if they were each giving the other one last chance to back out of what they somehow knew was going to happen. When Hermione refused to look away, Remus sunk to his knees.
Authors Notes: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sexy_brilliance exchange. Hope you enjoy it. :O)
The Obvious
Everything was so white. The purity of their surroundings felt cleansing to the soul, as though nothing could touch them here.
Hermione grinned to herself as she watched everyone rush by her in their haste to get out into the snow. She sat on the porch, soaking up the atmosphere, idly doing up her shoes. She watched Harry and Ron throw snowballs at each other, Ginny and Luna skating on the frozen lake, the twins beginning to build elaborate snowmen.
Standing up, Hermione glanced back inside the cottage. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were getting ready to go out for the afternoon, and she waved at them before they slipped out the front door. She caught Remus’ eye from his place on the couch and grinned at him. He smiled back.
Taking in a lungful of fresh air, Hermione ran out into the snow. Small flakes were falling slowly from the sky and resting on her shoulders and beanie. She got to the twins first, trying to yell at them for the crude additions to the traditional snowmen they were building but she couldn’t help but laugh, small puffs of visible air escaping her mouth with each breath. They stood on either side of her, playfully throwing their arms around her, and the snowballs they smashed on her head weren’t a total surprise.
She soon extracted herself from them and headed over to her best friends, waving at Ginny and Luna as she went. Harry and Ron were on the ground, making snow angels. They were grinning stupidly and she couldn’t help but grin too. She fell to the ground and made her own snow angel. When the three of them were done, they stood up and admired their work. That is, until Ron started jumping around and ruining the shapes with his large footprints. Laughing, Harry and Hermione started walking away. Ron yelled out indignantly, and then hastened to join them, brushing the snow off their backs when he reached them.
It was so beautiful, Hermione couldn’t help but think. Snow covered everything, several inches deep, and the snow they were walking on was crisp and untouched. They explored for a bit, finding a small frozen pond which they didn’t dare cross because the ice didn’t look thick enough, and a neighbouring cottage, which they backed away from as soon as they saw it, not wanting to intrude on their neighbour's privacy.
By the time they made it back in sight of their friends and family, Ron and Harry had, unsurprisingly, started another snowball fight. Hermione, being the smart one, hung back and let them fight each other, occasionally throwing a snowball in their general direction. This worked well for a while, until the boys froze, snowballs in their gloved hands, and turned as one to face her. Knowing what was coming by the delightfully devious looks on their faces, Hermione started to back away, snowballs of her own ready in her hands. The three friends grinned at each other and a flurry of snow was thrown before Hermione turned and attempted to make her escape. But she wasn’t quick enough, Harry and Ron throwing even more snow at her and halting her escape. She turned back to them, scooping up snow and not even forming a ball before throwing it in their direction. They charged after each other, finishing up a snow-covered entanglement of bodies, laughing out loud.
When she finally managed to regain her breath Hermione extracted herself and got up. But what she wasn’t expecting was for Ron to grab her ankles and she fell flat on her face once more. The boys were laughing but Hermione was not. There was a sudden sharp pain in her left hip. Rolling away slightly, she put a hand to the throbbing pain while the other brushed away the snow she had just fallen on. Not far beneath the surface was an ice-covered rock.
Harry and Ron finally noticed Hermione. She was breathing deep, trying to breathe through the pain. “Are you okay?” Harry asked.
“Fine,” she grimaced. “Just landed on something I shouldn’t have.”
“Hermione, I’m so sorry,” Ron replied in an instant, putting a hand to her back.
“Its okay, Ron,” she said as she gingerly stood up. Her side was throbbing and sensitive to the touch. At his disbelieving look, she added, “Really, it’s fine. I know you didn’t mean it. I’m just going to go inside for a bit.”
“Do you want us to come with?”
“No, its okay. You two stay out here.”
She smiled at them before turning and heading back to the cottage. Her hand was cupped over her hip, an instinct she couldn’t control even though she knew it was making absolutely no difference. She walked up the steps of the porch and stepped inside the warm house, the door banging loudly behind her.
Remus looked up from his book at this noise and was immediately up off the settee at the look of her standing in the doorway, slightly breathless and with her hand protecting her side. “What happened?” he asked with obvious concern.
She rolled her eyes at herself. “I fell over and there was a rock under the snow, which I landed on.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Let me see it.”
Hermione hadn’t even looked at the wound herself yet. There were two reasons for this; she was afraid there was absolutely no mark there, and she had all that pain with no sign of it, or she was afraid there would be obvious bruising there, which would make her feel worse.
“Its fine, Remus, don’t wor-“
“Hermione,” he said, in the tone which she knew meant he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Relenting, she slowly lifted her jacket and shirt. There was a large bruise there, already a violent purple, but there was no breaking of the skin. Remus was looking at the bruise intently, gently moving the top of her pants down slightly to see how big it was. As he examined her injury she felt like she was thirteen years old again, which was ridiculous, because she was nearly twenty and far too old to be falling over and having someone so concerned about a bruise. And the fact that the aforementioned person was someone she had fancied for months made it even worse.
“I don’t think we have much in the way of medicinal salves. I’ll just go to the bathroom and see what we have.”
She watched him head to the bathroom and as soon as he was out of sight she immediately toed off her shoes, pulled off her beanie and gloves, and unzipped and removed her jacket. A few strands of hair had escaped from her plait, so she flattened her hair and tucked them behind her ear. She moved away from the doorway, standing in front of the fire. She caught a glimpse of the book Remus had been reading, one she didn’t recognise, before Remus came back into the room with a small tub in his hands.
“This won’t remove of the bruise but it should get rid of the pain.”
She looked into his eyes and her stomach tightened. He met her gaze, unflinchingly so, and she was surprised to see how genuine his concern for her was. It emboldened her.
Nodding imperceptibly, she grasped the hem of her long-sleeved t-shirt and pulled the material up, exposing her bruise. Remus glanced down at her stomach for a moment before his eyes returned to hers. The room was suddenly flooded with tension. Remus took a small step closer, his eyes still locked on hers. They looked at each other for a moment, as if they were each giving the other one last chance to back out of what they somehow knew was going to happen. When Hermione refused to look away, Remus sunk to his knees.
She didn’t expect the cream to be so cool and she tensed slightly at the touch. Remus gently worked the salve into her skin, his touch light on her skin. The pain began to subside, her skin no longer throbbing. Remus gently grasped the top of her pants and slowly and gently eased them down an inch so he could cover the whole bruise with the cream. Almost against her will, Hermione closed her eyes, allowing the sensation of Remus’ fingertips on her skin to take over.
Her hand slipped into his hair, echoing the gentle massaging motion he was applying to her. She thought she heard a soft groan, but did not dare open her eyes or speak, for fear of breaking the spell they were both under. As the moments passed, Hermione slowly became aware that Remus was no longer working the cream into her skin; he seemed to be tracing small patterns only he could see on the small patch of exposed skin.
Unable to stand it any longer, Hermione slid her hands onto his cheeks and guided his face up to meet hers. She smiled at him. His eyes never left hers as he slowly stood, his mouth descending upon hers as soon as they were level.
There was a sigh, and a moan, and then there was silence as lips moved together, hands and arms wrapped around each other. Their tongues touched, not tentative but demanding. Hermione’s arms were around his neck, her body pressing against his in a desperate attempt to get as close to him as possible.
Remus suddenly broke the kiss, taking a step back from her. “We can’t do this.”
“Why not?”
“You mean apart from the obvious?” he asked dryly.
Hermione grinned at him. “That’s exactly what I mean. We both know all the obvious issues here, Remus. And yet here we are, still wanting each other. So unless you have any other reasons that don’t fall under the ‘obvious’ category…”
Remus smiled, reaching out and cupping her cheek. “Have I ever told you I love how your mind works?”
She covered his hand with her own, fingers sliding in between his larger ones. “No, but I thought it was pretty much implied when you called me the brightest witch of my age.”
Remus laughed, deep and rich, before kissing Hermione’s smiling lips. She didn’t let him deepen it, instead removing his hand from her cheek and entwining their fingers as she led him from the room. They passed a window and Hermione saw for a fleeting second six young adults and many flying, perhaps enchanted, snowballs.
Hermione led him silently up the stairs and into her room. She closed the door behind them, subtly turning the key in the lock. Turning around, she was suddenly in his arms again. His lips urgently sought hers. Her arms wrapped around him. He was broader than she anticipated, the feel of his body strong and real beneath her palms. His kiss was urgent and passionate, almost demanding, and the intensity and ecstasy she felt left her light-headed.
As one they moved to the bed. They broke the kiss just long enough for Hermione to climb onto the bed as Remus shed his jacket and kicked off his shoes. He crawled onto the bed after her, the two of them kissing as they lay down. But no sooner had Hermione’s head hit the pillow did she break the kiss with a wince. Remus, realising too late that as he lay atop her he had put too much weight on her hip, immediately shifted his weight.
“Sorry,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her exposed neck.
“It’s okay,” she replied. “It’s just a bit tender still.”
Remus immediately eased down her body, lifting her shirt slightly and lightly tracing his fingertips over her bruise. He then kissed her stomach, long languorous kisses that made her tingle. Her hand was in his hair again. She let it wander down to his back, grasping the white material in her hand and dragging it back up. Remus sat up slightly and assisted her in pulling the shirt off. He returned to her stomach, pressing a few last kisses to her skin before pushing her top up further. Hermione sat and pulled the t-shirt over her head before throwing the material aside.
They kissed again, hot and urgent. Their bare skin was pressed together, making the moment much more tangible and real. They rolled over so Hermione was atop Remus. She moved down his body, kissing his chest. She saw a couple of thin scars on his stomach. Knowing what they were, she pressed her mouth to them. Her hands and mouth explored all the skin she could reach.
Remus’ hands went to her bra strap, undoing it in an instant. She had the material off without ever diverting her attention from Remus. Her tongue flicked his nipple, making him moan. His hands were flat on the soft plane of her back, pressing her closer to him.
Gripping her upper arms, Remus rolled them back over. His mouth went straight to her chest, pressing a kiss to the valley between her breasts. He moved in a trail of kisses to her nipple, taking it in his mouth. His tongue swirled around it while his hand massaged the other breast. Hermione writhed under him. Her mind was blank but for the tiny explosions of pleasure in her brain.
Grabbing his face, she bought his lips up to hers once more. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. He tried to keep his weight off her once more, afraid of injuring her, but she didn’t protest his presence there, and he figured it either no longer hurt or she was too far gone to notice. The thought made him kiss her all the harder.
They began rocking together. She could feel him against her, the thin material of their pants doing little to obscure his erection, and it turned her on so much. They were too caught up in their kissing to care that they were rubbing against each other like two horny teenagers. It felt good, and that was all that mattered.
Remus broke the kiss, once again trailing kisses down her neck to her chest. Her breath was coming in short gasps as they moved together. She whispered his name and he looked up at her, grinning. He began to move forward to kiss her lips –
BANG.
They froze at the sound of the back door slamming close. They looked at each other, silent and still, as the noise of their friends chatting away echoed through the house.
“It’s okay,” Hermione whispered. “The door is locked and they have no reason to come looking for either of us.”
Remus nodded. He had barely pressed his lips to hers before they heard a voice calling out, “Hermione?”
With a groan, Hermione released her arms and legs from around him and Remus fell to the bed beside her.
“Remus?” called the voice yet again.
Remus sighed. “I’ll go downstairs, tell them you are up here resting,” he said, standing up from the bed and picking his shirt up from the floor. “And then, I will use all the powers of persuasion in my possession to convince them all that they really want to go out for dinner, at which point I will come back upstairs and we can pick up from where we left off,” he winked.
Hermione grinned. Nodding, she watched him get dressed before he leant over, gave her a quick kiss, and then silently slipped from the room. After he left, Hermione tried not to burst into laughter. Despite their little interruption, she was so beyond happy she had no words, her mind turned to mush over him.
She took off her socks and pants before slipping under the blankets in nothing but her blue boylegs. If they had to have this annoying interlude, the least she could do was remove all unnecessary delays so that the amount of time between the moment he re-entered the bedroom and the moment they become one was as short as possible.
With a grin, Hermione snuggled under the blanket, her face pressed into the pillow, grinning, waiting.
An hour later, when Remus had finally cleared the house, he snuck back into Hermione’s room. She was still lying in her bed, and his eyes automatically went to the naked slope of her shoulders. Edging closer, he tried not to laugh as he saw Hermione, sound asleep.
He carefully lifted the blanket and slid into the bed beside her. He gently kissed her shoulder blade, and she stirred at the touch. He stared at her smooth skin for a few minutes, and then unable to hold himself back any more, he lightly traced his fingertips over her skin.
Time lost all meaning as he gently caressed the velvet of her skin. It was many minutes later that she stirred again, this time fully waking, turning over and facing Remus. He grinned at her and she smiled sleepily in return, her hand cupping his cheek, his stubble rough against her skin. Without a word she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his, as though their interlude never happened.
Ships: Remus/Hermione
Rating: PG13/R
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Say it with me now ~ me ... don't ... own.
Summary: Remus took a small step closer, his eyes still locked on hers. They looked at each other for a moment, as if they were each giving the other one last chance to back out of what they somehow knew was going to happen. When Hermione refused to look away, Remus sunk to his knees.
Authors Notes: Written for the
sexy_brilliance exchange. Hope you enjoy it. :O)The Obvious
Everything was so white. The purity of their surroundings felt cleansing to the soul, as though nothing could touch them here.
Hermione grinned to herself as she watched everyone rush by her in their haste to get out into the snow. She sat on the porch, soaking up the atmosphere, idly doing up her shoes. She watched Harry and Ron throw snowballs at each other, Ginny and Luna skating on the frozen lake, the twins beginning to build elaborate snowmen.
Standing up, Hermione glanced back inside the cottage. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were getting ready to go out for the afternoon, and she waved at them before they slipped out the front door. She caught Remus’ eye from his place on the couch and grinned at him. He smiled back.
Taking in a lungful of fresh air, Hermione ran out into the snow. Small flakes were falling slowly from the sky and resting on her shoulders and beanie. She got to the twins first, trying to yell at them for the crude additions to the traditional snowmen they were building but she couldn’t help but laugh, small puffs of visible air escaping her mouth with each breath. They stood on either side of her, playfully throwing their arms around her, and the snowballs they smashed on her head weren’t a total surprise.
She soon extracted herself from them and headed over to her best friends, waving at Ginny and Luna as she went. Harry and Ron were on the ground, making snow angels. They were grinning stupidly and she couldn’t help but grin too. She fell to the ground and made her own snow angel. When the three of them were done, they stood up and admired their work. That is, until Ron started jumping around and ruining the shapes with his large footprints. Laughing, Harry and Hermione started walking away. Ron yelled out indignantly, and then hastened to join them, brushing the snow off their backs when he reached them.
It was so beautiful, Hermione couldn’t help but think. Snow covered everything, several inches deep, and the snow they were walking on was crisp and untouched. They explored for a bit, finding a small frozen pond which they didn’t dare cross because the ice didn’t look thick enough, and a neighbouring cottage, which they backed away from as soon as they saw it, not wanting to intrude on their neighbour's privacy.
By the time they made it back in sight of their friends and family, Ron and Harry had, unsurprisingly, started another snowball fight. Hermione, being the smart one, hung back and let them fight each other, occasionally throwing a snowball in their general direction. This worked well for a while, until the boys froze, snowballs in their gloved hands, and turned as one to face her. Knowing what was coming by the delightfully devious looks on their faces, Hermione started to back away, snowballs of her own ready in her hands. The three friends grinned at each other and a flurry of snow was thrown before Hermione turned and attempted to make her escape. But she wasn’t quick enough, Harry and Ron throwing even more snow at her and halting her escape. She turned back to them, scooping up snow and not even forming a ball before throwing it in their direction. They charged after each other, finishing up a snow-covered entanglement of bodies, laughing out loud.
When she finally managed to regain her breath Hermione extracted herself and got up. But what she wasn’t expecting was for Ron to grab her ankles and she fell flat on her face once more. The boys were laughing but Hermione was not. There was a sudden sharp pain in her left hip. Rolling away slightly, she put a hand to the throbbing pain while the other brushed away the snow she had just fallen on. Not far beneath the surface was an ice-covered rock.
Harry and Ron finally noticed Hermione. She was breathing deep, trying to breathe through the pain. “Are you okay?” Harry asked.
“Fine,” she grimaced. “Just landed on something I shouldn’t have.”
“Hermione, I’m so sorry,” Ron replied in an instant, putting a hand to her back.
“Its okay, Ron,” she said as she gingerly stood up. Her side was throbbing and sensitive to the touch. At his disbelieving look, she added, “Really, it’s fine. I know you didn’t mean it. I’m just going to go inside for a bit.”
“Do you want us to come with?”
“No, its okay. You two stay out here.”
She smiled at them before turning and heading back to the cottage. Her hand was cupped over her hip, an instinct she couldn’t control even though she knew it was making absolutely no difference. She walked up the steps of the porch and stepped inside the warm house, the door banging loudly behind her.
Remus looked up from his book at this noise and was immediately up off the settee at the look of her standing in the doorway, slightly breathless and with her hand protecting her side. “What happened?” he asked with obvious concern.
She rolled her eyes at herself. “I fell over and there was a rock under the snow, which I landed on.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Let me see it.”
Hermione hadn’t even looked at the wound herself yet. There were two reasons for this; she was afraid there was absolutely no mark there, and she had all that pain with no sign of it, or she was afraid there would be obvious bruising there, which would make her feel worse.
“Its fine, Remus, don’t wor-“
“Hermione,” he said, in the tone which she knew meant he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Relenting, she slowly lifted her jacket and shirt. There was a large bruise there, already a violent purple, but there was no breaking of the skin. Remus was looking at the bruise intently, gently moving the top of her pants down slightly to see how big it was. As he examined her injury she felt like she was thirteen years old again, which was ridiculous, because she was nearly twenty and far too old to be falling over and having someone so concerned about a bruise. And the fact that the aforementioned person was someone she had fancied for months made it even worse.
“I don’t think we have much in the way of medicinal salves. I’ll just go to the bathroom and see what we have.”
She watched him head to the bathroom and as soon as he was out of sight she immediately toed off her shoes, pulled off her beanie and gloves, and unzipped and removed her jacket. A few strands of hair had escaped from her plait, so she flattened her hair and tucked them behind her ear. She moved away from the doorway, standing in front of the fire. She caught a glimpse of the book Remus had been reading, one she didn’t recognise, before Remus came back into the room with a small tub in his hands.
“This won’t remove of the bruise but it should get rid of the pain.”
She looked into his eyes and her stomach tightened. He met her gaze, unflinchingly so, and she was surprised to see how genuine his concern for her was. It emboldened her.
Nodding imperceptibly, she grasped the hem of her long-sleeved t-shirt and pulled the material up, exposing her bruise. Remus glanced down at her stomach for a moment before his eyes returned to hers. The room was suddenly flooded with tension. Remus took a small step closer, his eyes still locked on hers. They looked at each other for a moment, as if they were each giving the other one last chance to back out of what they somehow knew was going to happen. When Hermione refused to look away, Remus sunk to his knees.
She didn’t expect the cream to be so cool and she tensed slightly at the touch. Remus gently worked the salve into her skin, his touch light on her skin. The pain began to subside, her skin no longer throbbing. Remus gently grasped the top of her pants and slowly and gently eased them down an inch so he could cover the whole bruise with the cream. Almost against her will, Hermione closed her eyes, allowing the sensation of Remus’ fingertips on her skin to take over.
Her hand slipped into his hair, echoing the gentle massaging motion he was applying to her. She thought she heard a soft groan, but did not dare open her eyes or speak, for fear of breaking the spell they were both under. As the moments passed, Hermione slowly became aware that Remus was no longer working the cream into her skin; he seemed to be tracing small patterns only he could see on the small patch of exposed skin.
Unable to stand it any longer, Hermione slid her hands onto his cheeks and guided his face up to meet hers. She smiled at him. His eyes never left hers as he slowly stood, his mouth descending upon hers as soon as they were level.
There was a sigh, and a moan, and then there was silence as lips moved together, hands and arms wrapped around each other. Their tongues touched, not tentative but demanding. Hermione’s arms were around his neck, her body pressing against his in a desperate attempt to get as close to him as possible.
Remus suddenly broke the kiss, taking a step back from her. “We can’t do this.”
“Why not?”
“You mean apart from the obvious?” he asked dryly.
Hermione grinned at him. “That’s exactly what I mean. We both know all the obvious issues here, Remus. And yet here we are, still wanting each other. So unless you have any other reasons that don’t fall under the ‘obvious’ category…”
Remus smiled, reaching out and cupping her cheek. “Have I ever told you I love how your mind works?”
She covered his hand with her own, fingers sliding in between his larger ones. “No, but I thought it was pretty much implied when you called me the brightest witch of my age.”
Remus laughed, deep and rich, before kissing Hermione’s smiling lips. She didn’t let him deepen it, instead removing his hand from her cheek and entwining their fingers as she led him from the room. They passed a window and Hermione saw for a fleeting second six young adults and many flying, perhaps enchanted, snowballs.
Hermione led him silently up the stairs and into her room. She closed the door behind them, subtly turning the key in the lock. Turning around, she was suddenly in his arms again. His lips urgently sought hers. Her arms wrapped around him. He was broader than she anticipated, the feel of his body strong and real beneath her palms. His kiss was urgent and passionate, almost demanding, and the intensity and ecstasy she felt left her light-headed.
As one they moved to the bed. They broke the kiss just long enough for Hermione to climb onto the bed as Remus shed his jacket and kicked off his shoes. He crawled onto the bed after her, the two of them kissing as they lay down. But no sooner had Hermione’s head hit the pillow did she break the kiss with a wince. Remus, realising too late that as he lay atop her he had put too much weight on her hip, immediately shifted his weight.
“Sorry,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her exposed neck.
“It’s okay,” she replied. “It’s just a bit tender still.”
Remus immediately eased down her body, lifting her shirt slightly and lightly tracing his fingertips over her bruise. He then kissed her stomach, long languorous kisses that made her tingle. Her hand was in his hair again. She let it wander down to his back, grasping the white material in her hand and dragging it back up. Remus sat up slightly and assisted her in pulling the shirt off. He returned to her stomach, pressing a few last kisses to her skin before pushing her top up further. Hermione sat and pulled the t-shirt over her head before throwing the material aside.
They kissed again, hot and urgent. Their bare skin was pressed together, making the moment much more tangible and real. They rolled over so Hermione was atop Remus. She moved down his body, kissing his chest. She saw a couple of thin scars on his stomach. Knowing what they were, she pressed her mouth to them. Her hands and mouth explored all the skin she could reach.
Remus’ hands went to her bra strap, undoing it in an instant. She had the material off without ever diverting her attention from Remus. Her tongue flicked his nipple, making him moan. His hands were flat on the soft plane of her back, pressing her closer to him.
Gripping her upper arms, Remus rolled them back over. His mouth went straight to her chest, pressing a kiss to the valley between her breasts. He moved in a trail of kisses to her nipple, taking it in his mouth. His tongue swirled around it while his hand massaged the other breast. Hermione writhed under him. Her mind was blank but for the tiny explosions of pleasure in her brain.
Grabbing his face, she bought his lips up to hers once more. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. He tried to keep his weight off her once more, afraid of injuring her, but she didn’t protest his presence there, and he figured it either no longer hurt or she was too far gone to notice. The thought made him kiss her all the harder.
They began rocking together. She could feel him against her, the thin material of their pants doing little to obscure his erection, and it turned her on so much. They were too caught up in their kissing to care that they were rubbing against each other like two horny teenagers. It felt good, and that was all that mattered.
Remus broke the kiss, once again trailing kisses down her neck to her chest. Her breath was coming in short gasps as they moved together. She whispered his name and he looked up at her, grinning. He began to move forward to kiss her lips –
BANG.
They froze at the sound of the back door slamming close. They looked at each other, silent and still, as the noise of their friends chatting away echoed through the house.
“It’s okay,” Hermione whispered. “The door is locked and they have no reason to come looking for either of us.”
Remus nodded. He had barely pressed his lips to hers before they heard a voice calling out, “Hermione?”
With a groan, Hermione released her arms and legs from around him and Remus fell to the bed beside her.
“Remus?” called the voice yet again.
Remus sighed. “I’ll go downstairs, tell them you are up here resting,” he said, standing up from the bed and picking his shirt up from the floor. “And then, I will use all the powers of persuasion in my possession to convince them all that they really want to go out for dinner, at which point I will come back upstairs and we can pick up from where we left off,” he winked.
Hermione grinned. Nodding, she watched him get dressed before he leant over, gave her a quick kiss, and then silently slipped from the room. After he left, Hermione tried not to burst into laughter. Despite their little interruption, she was so beyond happy she had no words, her mind turned to mush over him.
She took off her socks and pants before slipping under the blankets in nothing but her blue boylegs. If they had to have this annoying interlude, the least she could do was remove all unnecessary delays so that the amount of time between the moment he re-entered the bedroom and the moment they become one was as short as possible.
With a grin, Hermione snuggled under the blanket, her face pressed into the pillow, grinning, waiting.
An hour later, when Remus had finally cleared the house, he snuck back into Hermione’s room. She was still lying in her bed, and his eyes automatically went to the naked slope of her shoulders. Edging closer, he tried not to laugh as he saw Hermione, sound asleep.
He carefully lifted the blanket and slid into the bed beside her. He gently kissed her shoulder blade, and she stirred at the touch. He stared at her smooth skin for a few minutes, and then unable to hold himself back any more, he lightly traced his fingertips over her skin.
Time lost all meaning as he gently caressed the velvet of her skin. It was many minutes later that she stirred again, this time fully waking, turning over and facing Remus. He grinned at her and she smiled sleepily in return, her hand cupping his cheek, his stubble rough against her skin. Without a word she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his, as though their interlude never happened.
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