Remus/Hermione drabbles
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tattooedsirenTitle: Stolen
Rating: PG
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alexi_lupin
Stolen
It’s all they have, these stolen moments.
A walk down a corridor, arms brushing. A secret smile in class while everyone is working. An urgent kiss behind closed doors while Harry and Ron wait down the hall. A secret rendezvous in the dead of night, she sneaking into his quarters, he tiptoeing into her Prefects room.
No one knows. Of course they don’t. How could they? Remus and Hermione always were the smart ones. And they know how to cover their tracks.
There are questions that go unasked. Harry doesn’t query why Hermione smiles so much these days. Ron doesn’t ask what she is thinking about when she stares dreamily into space. Dumbledore doesn’t enquire as to the reason for Remus’ improved outlook on life.
It is the hardest thing they have ever had to do. But when they are alone, the difficulty of their situation melts away as mouths meet and tongues touch and skin rubs and muscles tense and voices cry out.
They’ve tried to stop. So many times. Hermione will end things, until Remus catches her eye and her stomach tightens and she knocks on his door late that night. Remus will put a stop to it, he even entertains the thought of leaving the school, but then he hears her laughter as she talks to Harry and Ron and he knows he cannot live without that sound.
It’s not just physical. They spend hours and hours, talking and debating and learning. They laugh and they cry and they fight. They love each other.
It’s all they have, these stolen moments. And it’s worth every second.
Title: Piece By Piece
Rating: PG
For:chocky_mousse
Piece By Piece
Remus had never understood the notion of love at first sight. It was terribly romantic and all that but he couldn’t comprehend how you could just look at someone and without even talking to them know that they were the one for you.
Granted, he didn’t proclaim to be an expert on love. He had only ever loved two women his whole life. The first broke his heart and the second had no idea of the deeper feelings he held. But both these women were his friends first, and piece by piece had had fallen in love. Although, he supposed with a wry smile, one couldn’t have love at first sight when one was in their thirties and the object of their future affection was but fourteen years old.
He can’t help but be captivated by her. Everything she does seems to be done with an effortless grace. She commands a room full of Order members, almost all of them older than she is, and she doesn’t falter once. But then again, she always was ahead of her time.
He thinks she must have an old soul. He isn’t one for excessive mysticism or spirituality, but it is clear that she is wise beyond her years and seems slightly out of step in this time and place, and he wonders if it this is the reason why.
Then again, maybe he is just rationalising.
She sits down beside him at the kitchen table and he is thankful that she is blissfully unaware of where his mind had just been. They fall easily into conversation, just as they always have, and he can’t help but feel a little pleased at the smiles he manages to coax from her. She is very serious these days, more than he has ever seen her, and he knows how much she worries for Harry and Ron.
The house slowly empties and they say goodbye to everyone as they leave. Soon no one is left but the three inhabitants of the house and Remus. Harry and Ron say goodnight and disappear upstairs.
Hermione yawns and glancing at his watch Remus feels guilty for keeping her so late. When he apologises she dismisses him with a wave of her hand. They stand from the table and when she offers him the guest room he gratefully accepts.
They meander upstairs and with a quick kiss on the cheek, they say goodnight. Remus watches her make her way upstairs, briefly wondering if he had met her as an adult, would it have been love at first sight for him. He chuckles to himself, entering the guest room and closing the door behind him.
Title: Delicate
Rating: PG
For:star2954
Sequel to Piece by Piece (though can be read as stand alone).
I think this has only one thing in common with the prompt you gave, but hey, can't argue with the Muse.
Delicate
Harry and Ron cleaned up after the meeting, removing the dishes to the kitchen and putting the piles of parchment away in the study, while Hermione saw everyone out.
Harry bounded down the stairs, crossing the entryway on his way back to the kitchen. But then he did a double-take, slowly and quietly edging back towards the entrance.
He saw Hermione and Remus by the front door. They were standing close to one another, talking in quiet voices. Harry noticed Hermione wringing her hands, something she only ever did when she was nervous. He couldn’t tell what they were talking about, but whatever it was it was obviously a delicate subject, as they were shyly avoiding each others gaze. That is until Remus gingerly reached up and ran the backs of his fingers down Hermione’s cheek. She looked up, finally meeting his eyes, and with a small smile leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
Harry took an automatic step forward, confused and transfixed by the sight before him. He watched them exchange soft kisses, relatively chaste but definitely over the line from platonic.
They slowly broke apart, Hermione automatically looking down, embarrassed. Remus pressed his lips to her forehead and Hermione released a shaky breath. Harry watched him whisper in her ear then kiss her cheek before stepping away from her. They looked at each other silently as Remus backed up to the door and with a smile, opened it and walked through it, closing the door behind him.
Hermione smiled to herself, and Harry was ashamed to say he had never seen her so relaxed and content. She pressed her fingertips to her lips and he backed away, not wanting to intrude any longer on her.
She joined him in the kitchen a few minutes later, the calm and detached Hermione he knew and loved. Harry couldn’t help looking at her in a new light. He had objections to what he saw, of course he did, but he loved Hermione and wanted nothing more than her happiness. So he went to her, squeezing her fingers and kissing her cheek. She looked at him, confusion at this sudden display of affection showing on her face. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, how he was happy for this new romance she had, and that if Remus hurt her he would make him sorry, but he found the words unwilling to come. So instead he smiled self-deprecatingly at her and bid her goodnight.
Rating: PG
For:
alexi_lupinStolen
It’s all they have, these stolen moments.
A walk down a corridor, arms brushing. A secret smile in class while everyone is working. An urgent kiss behind closed doors while Harry and Ron wait down the hall. A secret rendezvous in the dead of night, she sneaking into his quarters, he tiptoeing into her Prefects room.
No one knows. Of course they don’t. How could they? Remus and Hermione always were the smart ones. And they know how to cover their tracks.
There are questions that go unasked. Harry doesn’t query why Hermione smiles so much these days. Ron doesn’t ask what she is thinking about when she stares dreamily into space. Dumbledore doesn’t enquire as to the reason for Remus’ improved outlook on life.
It is the hardest thing they have ever had to do. But when they are alone, the difficulty of their situation melts away as mouths meet and tongues touch and skin rubs and muscles tense and voices cry out.
They’ve tried to stop. So many times. Hermione will end things, until Remus catches her eye and her stomach tightens and she knocks on his door late that night. Remus will put a stop to it, he even entertains the thought of leaving the school, but then he hears her laughter as she talks to Harry and Ron and he knows he cannot live without that sound.
It’s not just physical. They spend hours and hours, talking and debating and learning. They laugh and they cry and they fight. They love each other.
It’s all they have, these stolen moments. And it’s worth every second.
Title: Piece By Piece
Rating: PG
For:
chocky_moussePiece By Piece
Remus had never understood the notion of love at first sight. It was terribly romantic and all that but he couldn’t comprehend how you could just look at someone and without even talking to them know that they were the one for you.
Granted, he didn’t proclaim to be an expert on love. He had only ever loved two women his whole life. The first broke his heart and the second had no idea of the deeper feelings he held. But both these women were his friends first, and piece by piece had had fallen in love. Although, he supposed with a wry smile, one couldn’t have love at first sight when one was in their thirties and the object of their future affection was but fourteen years old.
He can’t help but be captivated by her. Everything she does seems to be done with an effortless grace. She commands a room full of Order members, almost all of them older than she is, and she doesn’t falter once. But then again, she always was ahead of her time.
He thinks she must have an old soul. He isn’t one for excessive mysticism or spirituality, but it is clear that she is wise beyond her years and seems slightly out of step in this time and place, and he wonders if it this is the reason why.
Then again, maybe he is just rationalising.
She sits down beside him at the kitchen table and he is thankful that she is blissfully unaware of where his mind had just been. They fall easily into conversation, just as they always have, and he can’t help but feel a little pleased at the smiles he manages to coax from her. She is very serious these days, more than he has ever seen her, and he knows how much she worries for Harry and Ron.
The house slowly empties and they say goodbye to everyone as they leave. Soon no one is left but the three inhabitants of the house and Remus. Harry and Ron say goodnight and disappear upstairs.
Hermione yawns and glancing at his watch Remus feels guilty for keeping her so late. When he apologises she dismisses him with a wave of her hand. They stand from the table and when she offers him the guest room he gratefully accepts.
They meander upstairs and with a quick kiss on the cheek, they say goodnight. Remus watches her make her way upstairs, briefly wondering if he had met her as an adult, would it have been love at first sight for him. He chuckles to himself, entering the guest room and closing the door behind him.
Title: Delicate
Rating: PG
For:
star2954Sequel to Piece by Piece (though can be read as stand alone).
I think this has only one thing in common with the prompt you gave, but hey, can't argue with the Muse.
Delicate
Harry and Ron cleaned up after the meeting, removing the dishes to the kitchen and putting the piles of parchment away in the study, while Hermione saw everyone out.
Harry bounded down the stairs, crossing the entryway on his way back to the kitchen. But then he did a double-take, slowly and quietly edging back towards the entrance.
He saw Hermione and Remus by the front door. They were standing close to one another, talking in quiet voices. Harry noticed Hermione wringing her hands, something she only ever did when she was nervous. He couldn’t tell what they were talking about, but whatever it was it was obviously a delicate subject, as they were shyly avoiding each others gaze. That is until Remus gingerly reached up and ran the backs of his fingers down Hermione’s cheek. She looked up, finally meeting his eyes, and with a small smile leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
Harry took an automatic step forward, confused and transfixed by the sight before him. He watched them exchange soft kisses, relatively chaste but definitely over the line from platonic.
They slowly broke apart, Hermione automatically looking down, embarrassed. Remus pressed his lips to her forehead and Hermione released a shaky breath. Harry watched him whisper in her ear then kiss her cheek before stepping away from her. They looked at each other silently as Remus backed up to the door and with a smile, opened it and walked through it, closing the door behind him.
Hermione smiled to herself, and Harry was ashamed to say he had never seen her so relaxed and content. She pressed her fingertips to her lips and he backed away, not wanting to intrude any longer on her.
She joined him in the kitchen a few minutes later, the calm and detached Hermione he knew and loved. Harry couldn’t help looking at her in a new light. He had objections to what he saw, of course he did, but he loved Hermione and wanted nothing more than her happiness. So he went to her, squeezing her fingers and kissing her cheek. She looked at him, confusion at this sudden display of affection showing on her face. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, how he was happy for this new romance she had, and that if Remus hurt her he would make him sorry, but he found the words unwilling to come. So instead he smiled self-deprecatingly at her and bid her goodnight.
