Recipient: the group
Warnings: DH disregarded, A/U, animalistic sex with biting and growling
Summary: What happens when Moony sets his sights on a mate? Will the feelings be mutual or will she end up breaking his heart?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Word count: 3,120
Author notes: Thank you to my betas s. and l. Special hugs to s. for all her help and suggestions, especially for the last part of the story.
I hope everyone enjoys.
Remus John Lupin was the only one who could differentiate the signs correctly. He was, after all, an authority on the nature of the situation. The others assumed they had just developed a strong friendship, but to him the signs were blatantly apparent.
Just recently, they had begun seeking out each other’s company. Touching one another when the chance arose, ‘accidentally’ bumping into each other when they passed in the hallway, and both would smile almost shyly, innocuously. He would wipe a stray lock out of her face or she would remove a little speck of imaginary lint from his shirt. Innocent. Remus, however, knew better.
The others did not notice his slightly strange behaviour. He showed warnings of possessiveness and protectiveness towards her, but when she was near he was only ever chivalrous.
He had moved from his room on the first floor to the one right across from hers on the second floor. He became slightly jealous when another man approached his Hermione, aggressive if they got a little too friendly. A low rumble of warning would escape his throat, unbidden by him and barely discernible to the human ear.
The others just perceived friendly hugs; they were all too caught up in the ending of the war and the rebuilding of the Burrow, to notice the signs of the growing affection between them. The fact that they were both constantly sitting as close as humanly possible to one another went unnoticed, but he knew what was going on. He sensed it.
These were the signs only an expert like himself could read: increased desire to touch the other, seeking out the other’s company, always staying close, mutual grooming, sleeping close…
Two days later…
Hagrid entered the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place wandering towards the coffee pot. The Black household was still being used as the disbanded, though only to the Ministry, Order headquarters. Harry, Ron and Hermione had moved in after finishing school, as well as almost all of the Weasley family.
The Burrow had been burnt to the ground in a Death Eater attack. Fortunately no one was injured and only the mere possessions and memories that had taken a lifetime to acquire had gone. The matriarch, Molly Weasley, was distraught over the entire disaster, but after a few soothing words from Arthur, she subsided giving thanks that not one of her family members where wounded, or worse yet, killed in the attack.
Remus Lupin, who was already living there, was welcoming of the company. He had had to live in the house of his former best friend, who was now lost to the world of the living, all alone.
“Remus’ bed was untouched,” Arthur frowned, turning towards his wife.
“What’s going on?” Hagrid asked them both, pouring himself a cup of very strong coffee.
“Remus and Hermione have disappeared. They are nowhere to be found,” Molly answered worriedly, turning to him and working her hands into the folds of her apron.
Hagrid smiled understandingly as he sipped on the strong brew, though it was hard to see under his voluminous beard, his eyes lit up as a thought entered his mind.
“Oh, I’m sure they’re all right, Molly. Don’t ya be worrying yourself!” Hagrid replied with a soft chuckle.
Both Molly and Arthur exchanged looks of surprise at the half-giants statement but Hagrid said nothing more, simply smiling to himself, a far off look in his eyes.
He may not be a skilled teacher, but he was an expert in magical creatures. He was the only one, other than Remus, who saw the signs.
Hagrid knew exactly what was going on, and he had an inkling where they both were.
Meanwhile in the Shrieking Shack…
Remus was standing behind Hermione, nuzzling her neck. His deep growl sent unconscious shivers down her back. His hands were stroking up and down her arms in what she thought was the most erotic touch she had felt in her short existence.
He began placing soft, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and across to one of her shoulders. His fingers were slowly pulling down the thin strap of Hermione’s tank top so he could nibble along her collarbone. He paused in his ministrations for a brief second when he noticed that she was not wearing a bra causing his blood to boil in his veins, until it felt like liquid lava was running through every inch of his body. He inhaled sharply, catching the slightest whiff of her excitement.
Hermione’s knees turned to jelly as small goose bumps made their appearance over her arms. She shivered. For once, in her life, she was content and she sighed in response. Remus answered with a lengthy, cavernous growl.
“Remus,” she moaned. She knew what was going to happen, and that a part of Remus, the kind and gentle man, was now replaced by Moony, the dangerous werewolf.
Suddenly, the werewolf ripped off her top, spun her around and kissed her forcefully, almost passionately.
Hermione crushed her body to his and buried her hands in his hair, enthusiastically returning his burning kiss.
Remus’ tongue found its way into her mouth where Hermione’s welcomed it, both of them duelling for dominance.
When they broke for air, Remus pushed her hard and she fell backwards onto the rickety, dusty, ancient remnants of a bed. My bed, the thought crossed his mind briefly as he admired the sight of her, lying on the bed, wearing just her skirt and red knickers that were peeking out from under the flowing material, taunting him.
She was beautiful and he took in her slightly tanned, smooth skin with a moan of his own. Her wild curls were spread around her head on the mattress and her full lips, vaguely swollen and red from his kisses, were open as she breathed heavily. Mesmerizing brown eyes watched as he took in her small, firm breasts with dark nipples standing to attention.
Remus ripped off his shirt then, sending buttons flying all over the room. The soft clicking noises they made as each one hit the wooden floor around him echoed in the silence of the room.
His body was lean and strong, several scars criss-crossed his hairless chest. One particularly long scar started in a half circle around his right nipple and went down across his body to his left hip. A line of fine dark-hair travelled down from his navel and disappeared in his jeans.
Pulling her to the edge of the bed, legs daggling over the edge, he knelt between her parted thighs, and her skirt and knickers quickly met the same fate as her top.
He lowered his head and appreciatively inhaled her musky scent. It was intoxicating.
She is ready, Moony was pleased to notice.
His tongue darted out and licked her pink wet folds. Groaning, Hermione raised her hips to get into more direct contact with his tongue. Remus pressed his face down and pushed her back onto the mattress, his left arm pinning her to the thin mattress.
He took a long swipe with his tongue from her opening to her clit, circling the little nub a few times, then moving down again and inserting his tongue into her tight channel.
Hermione grabbed his hair with her hands, desperately pulling at it.
Remus growled harshly, sending delicious vibrations through Hermione’s lower body.
His right hand snaked up between her legs, caressing her thigh on the way. He slipped his thumb between her folds and applying pressure to her clit, rubbed the hard bud with increasing speed while his tongue was doing wicked things in her channel.
She was panting heavily now, constantly moaning his name whilst writhing on the bed, her hands still alternately tugging and directing his head between her thighs. He kept her in place however, with his strong forearm over her body.
The vibrations of another hollow growl sent her over the edge and she pulled his hair almost painfully, grousing noisily.
When Hermione’s post-orgasm haze had cleared, she looked up to see Remus’ smug face between her legs. He was licking his lips slowly, as though savouring the flavour of her.
The feral expression in his eyes made her heart miss a beat, and she scrambled up towards the head of the small bed, momentarily forgetting how to breathe.
He crawled up next to her slowly, like a predator, his eyes fixed on hers.
Stalking over her, pinning her to the bed, Hermione’s skin made contact with the rough material of the jeans he still wore. In one lightning quick movement he pressed his lower body into her mound, letting her feel his hard erection through the layer of fabric separating their bodies.
Remus was waging an inner war deep within his psyche with his werewolf counterpart, Moony. Moony wanted nothing more than to take her like the animal he was. A quick and animalistic coupling would suit him however, Remus wanted to take things leisurely. Cherish her body like the Goddess he knew her to be and give her as much pleasure as humanly possible.
Remus was winning out, though barely, as he lowered his head, his mouth taking possession of hers. She could taste herself on his lips, and she was surprised to find that she liked it.
Remus’ kisses travelled lower until he found one of her nipples to play with. He sucked it into his mouth and let his tongue caress the hard peak. His right hand cupped the other breast and his fingertips rubbed the neglected bud, making Hermione whimper.
“Remus, I need you naked now,” Hermione responded to him breathlessly.
The werewolf stood and Hermione knelt on the bed before him, making quick work of his belt and zipper.
She pulled his jeans down, and his extensive, bulky and very rigid cock sprang free.
“No pants? Bad wolfie!” Hermione said huskily.
The werewolf in question smiled mischievously, showing his canines.
Hermione licked her lips and kissed the tip of his cock, but when she tried to take him into her mouth, he stopped her.
“Not now. On all fours!” he ordered. “I’m going to fuck you now!”
Hermione promptly complied and she could hear Remus divest himself quickly of the last articles of clothing he still wore.
The witch startled at first when a hand began caressing her right butt cheek, then the mattress dipped when Remus got in position behind her.
Remus’ cock nudged her opening then slid down into her folds. The hard shaft rubbed her clit, sliding back and forth between her wet lips.
Suddenly, he entered her roughly until there was no space between them and he was deep inside her. Hermione yelped and almost lost her balance however, Remus’ firm grasp on her hips kept her in place.
They stayed that way for several minutes. Remus not moving, breathing deeply, his hands travelled over her body, caressing the skin of her back, sides and front. One hand found its way to her breasts, caressing and squeezing each of them in turns and rolling her nipples gently between his thumb and forefinger.
His other hand snaked down between her legs and his finger sought out her hard nub, teasing it until Hermione started rocking against him.
Remus leaned forward, his flat nipples tickling the skin of her back, and whispered hoarsely into her ear, “Fuck me!”
Hermione moaned and started rocking back and forth in earnest.
“Harder!” Remus yelled, straightening up and slapping her butt hard with one hand, the other still stimulating her clit.
Hermione yelped out in protest to the harsh stinging on her buttocks however she complied. The noise of skin slapping against skin, female moans and male grunts were the only sounds in the room for several minutes.
“Faster!” Moony growled, now in control over the union.
Another slap. Another snarl.
“I can’t,” Hermione gasped out, her upper body dropping onto the mattress in exhaustion.
Moony took hold of her hips, thrusting hard and fast into her body, sweat running down his back.
Soon even that wasn’t enough for Moony. The werewolf put his hands on her shoulder blades and pressed her into the mattress. This position gave him enough leverage to piston into Hermione with inhuman speed, leaving Hermione to hold onto the pillow below her for dear life.
The ruined bed creaked and squeaked under the assault, adding a new part to the concert of groans, moans and slapping skin.
He then changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting her G-spot repeatedly. The pressure building up within her was too much, and within seconds, Hermione’s orgasm hit her like a wave. It had her literally seeing stars as she squeezed her eyelids closed, her pussy pulsating around his shaft as she screamed his name repeatedly.
“Remus… yes, Remus… Oh God, MOONY!”
Two more hard thrusts and Remus joined her, howling and shooting his seed deep within her body.
Exhausted and panting he fell on his side, his arm around her waist he pulled the almost unconscious witch with him.
Neither said a word, they just lay there and tried to recover from their strenuous experience.
Hermione was almost asleep when she realised the man behind her was still hard and starting to thrust into her again. Although she was exhausted and tired, her body was reacting to the new stimuli.
She met his thrusts, admittedly slower than their first coupling, soon finding a satisfying rhythm.
Once more the werewolf’s hand wandered lower to stimulate her clit, bringing her over the edge again.
This time, when her walls fluttered around his erection, just a satisfied, sleep ridden sigh escaped her lips, her body too exhausted for anything more.
Remus’ thrusts sped up and when he climaxed he bit down hard on her neck, breaking the skin and drawing blood.
Hermione screamed out and tried to escape from the vicious drawing of blood, but Moony held her tightly to his body, constricting her movements.
Hermione felt dazed and suddenly very tired and she quickly fell asleep to the feeling of a gentle tongue lovingly soothing away the pain of the bite, and a still hard and hot presence within her body.
Moony wasn’t sated yet, but he decided to let his mate sleep and recover in preparation for the next round.
She awoke to the feeling of lying on cool fresh sheets. She was held possessively in someone’s arms, and it took her a couple of seconds to realise she was safe. Her brain was still fuzzy from the wild abandoned sex that she had shared with Remus/Moony, only hours ago.
She slowly peeled her eyelids open as the arms tightened around her mid section. Trying not to wake the sleeping wizard beside her, she sat up slowly and looked around in wonder. They were back in her bedroom at Grimmauld Place.
How did I get here? she thought, shaking the cobwebs from her still fuzzy mind.
She was disturbed from her temporary musing by the wizard in question mumbling something in his sleep as he reached out for her and pulled her close to him once more.
“Remus,” Hermione whispered, shaking his shoulder lightly.
In a heartbeat he was sat up ramrod straight and had his wand in his hand, pointing it at her.
“Remus?” Hermione gasped, and he lowered his wand as a shameful expression clouded his features. “How did we get here?” she asked, ignoring the fact that she had just had a wand shoved in her face moments ago.
Remus ran a tired hand over his face as he started to relax. “I Apparated us here,” he replied sleepily, as if it were an every day occurrence. He tucked his wand back underneath his pillow.
“Oh,” was Hermione’s only response as she fidgeted under his gaze.
She reached a hand up to touch her shoulder; it still smarted a little although it was not extremely painful. Remus’ deep penetrating eyes followed her movement.
“You marked me!” she half screeched, astonished that the wolf in Remus had gotten carried away and chosen to mark her.
“Yes,” Remus replied, his gaze dropping to the bed.
“Why would you do something like that?” she asked.
Remus just shrugged his shoulders, his eyes never leaving the white sheets of the bed.
When the silence became too much, Remus whispered out, “I will understand if you do not want this Hermione.” It was as though he was already prepared for rejection and was steeling himself for yet another let down.
Hermione’s eyes flew wide as the implications suddenly dawned on her. She knew through her extensive reading on the subject of werewolves, that when they choose their mate they marked them with teeth and drew blood. The fact that it also meant Remus would never, could never, bond with another left Hermione feeling dazed and confused right now.
The mate, of course, could. However if they reciprocated the mark on the werewolf it would make the bond [between them] unbreakable and the uninfected party would eventually become a werewolf themselves as their companion would seek them out and the pull would be to strong to deny.
“No, Remus,” Hermione said gently, her hand coming up to stroke the side of his scared face. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just…” she paused, trying to choose her words carefully.
Inhaling deeply she tried again.
“Remus,” his eyes flew up to hers, his face was an open book and the dismissal he was expecting was written across it. Her heart broke at the sight of him so utterly lost and she reached out to him and pulled him towards her.
The kiss was one of desperation on his part, as if he knew this was the end and he was saying good-bye. Remus started to tremble as they broke apart and she held his head close to her, laying it on her shoulder. From her perspective, she had a clear view of his shoulder and she took another deep breath as Remus’ tears flowed down her chest.
It was now or never.
She opened her mouth widely and bit down hard on Remus’ shoulder, her teeth breaking the skin and the warm coppery taste of blood filling her mouth. He became rigid as the implication of what she was doing to him, for him, hit home.
She mimicked his previous movements, soothing the mark with her tongue, making swirling patterns over the paleness of his skin.
Moony howled out in ecstasy, clutching his mate tightly to his chest, rocking her back and forth.
He was not at all sure what the future held, but knew now that he would not have to face it alone.