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Unintentional Love of a Werewolf	By : Lupinswolfie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Remus/Hermione Views: 3820 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Unintentional Love of a Werewolf
- 2-Make You Mine
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Hermione couldn�t for the life of her figure out what was going on. As hard as she tried, and she�d exerted so much effort that a forming head ache was her reward, she couldn�t understand why she suddenly wanted nothing more than to jump across the table and eat Remus Lupin for dessert. She had caught him looking at her as well, but assumed the hungry expression he wore was one of her imagination. How long had she yearned privately for the man? However, she was finding it harder and harder to control her urges and was thankful when they retired to the Lounge for a nightcap.
�Another round of drinks, I think,� Tonks said sweetly as she handed Remus another Firewhiskey.
�Here you go, Harry,� Ginny said, mimicking Tonks� movements and giving Harry the drink he hated.
Taking pity on her friend and telling herself that just because Remus was close by didn�t matter, Hermione went to the bottle of Firewhiskey and poured another glass. When she handed Remus the bottle to give to Charlie, trying desperately not to look at him, her fingers inadvertently brushed his and she gasped at the shock she received. Looking into his face, she saw her expression mirrored in his own and quickly turned around and headed back to the safety of her friend.
She discreetly changed glasses with him and he gave her another thankful look as the conversation turned to more memory rehashing and several toasts were made to those that were lost in the war. Remus sat down in the chair beside hers, as it was the only available one she told herself, and entered the conversation where needed while sipping his drink absentmindedly. She could smell the man. By the gods she was going crazy. She inhaled his scent again and wished she could taste him as well. His arm touched hers at one point and she swore she saw stars. Listening to the conversation was becoming increasingly impossible and, if she didn�t know better, she�s think Remus was having problems as well.
Eventually, when enough time passed so as not to appear rude, Hermione stood and started telling everyone good-bye as she gave out the usual hugs. Her departure was interrupted by a very obnoxious voice.
�Harry!� Ginny shrieked.
�What�s up, Gin?� he asked politely and it was obvious he was trying not to roll his eyes.
�This isn�t the drink I gave you,� she pouted and although she was a bit quieter with her words, Hermione couldn�t help but sense a bit of nervousness in her voice. One couldn�t know Ginny as long as she had and not be able to pick up on the subtleties of such things.
�Oh, uh, sorry, Gin. It�s just that I don�t really like that drink, so I traded with Hermione.�
�YOU DID WHAT?!� she yelled. �You mean all the drinks I gave you, you gave to her?� she asked, shooting a terrified look in Tonks� direction.
She could hear him breathe even over the shrill voice as he came up behind her; he was so close to her she could feel his breaths on her skin and she longed to feel his hands all over her naked body. Merlin, there it was again. Surely there was something a bit stronger in that drink than she had originally thought, otherwise why would she be having such insanities?
�It�s not like that, Gin,� Harry said impatiently while everyone else watched them. �She offered to trade with me and I didn�t want to hurt your feelings.�
�Ginny Weasley, that is quite enough from you, young lady,� Molly interrupted and the room fell back into smaller conversations.
�Okay, you lot, I�m going home now,� Hermione said, swaying slightly where she had stopped in the middle of saying her good-byes, only to jump when Remus� hand fell on her waist and held her still.
�Hermione, you don�t look so steady. Need a hand getting home?�
�I�ll apparate her home. It�s time for me to go as well,� Remus offered, one hand sliding silkily down her arm to take her hand. �Let�s go to the apparition point,� he whispered in her ear and she felt herself sway again even as heat rushed to her core.
Ginny stormed out of the house and was quickly followed by Tonks.
�What are we going to do, Tonks?� she asked worriedly.
�I don�t know,� Tonks hissed back. They both stopped abruptly when they saw Remus and Hermione walking past the gate. �But if that little whore gets her claws in Remus�Ginny how could you not know he hated that drink. Don�t you see what�s happening now?�
�Don�t blame this on me! How was I supposed to know? He never said anything before. Besides, it�s the bloke you want that�s taking her home, not Harry,� she smirked.
�Listen closely, little girl,� she snarled in Ginny�s face. �If I lose Remus because of your pathetic mistake, I�ll make you wish you were dead.�
�Lose him? Don�t you have to have him first? Besides, the way I see it, this is your fault for bringing the stuff in the first place.�
�Shut up! Did he just apparate with her? He�ll be lucky if they don�t get splinched! That stuff is stronger than alcohol even without the high-powered lust potion that�s mixed in.�

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So, needing a room in St. Mungo�s right next to his predecessor, Gilderoy Lockhart, was in order. Right? How else could he explain the sudden attraction to Hermione. No, �attraction� wasn�t the right word, and certainly not �sudden�. He had, after all, been attracted to her for the last year now. Her body was magnificent, even the others had noticed that, and her intelligence unprecedented. Today was just different somehow, much stronger. Maybe it was the full moon coming in two nights or perhaps it was the kiss to his cheek, either way, he had never wanted to let Moony come out and claim someone more than he did tonight. That was perhaps the scariest thing to him, more so than any dark, evil, powerful wizard could hope to be. Never before had he �marked� anyone and he wasn�t about to start now. He couldn�t do that to another person, he couldn�t share his curse in such a way, it just wasn�t in his genetic make-up and he refused to allow that urge to control him. No, he growled to himself, it was securely embedded into his genetic make-up--so why the bloody hell had he offered to take her home? That particular urge had hit him right after his second glass of the interesting drink Tonks had made for him. He could tell the drink wasn�t exactly Firewhiskey, but the concoction was interesting and so he had continued to drink it.
Drunk! Thank the heavens that�s all it was. The drink had been stronger than usual and again, this close to the full moon, it affected him more than it should. They appeared with a soft �pop�, but Remus held her tightly in his arms as his body refused to let her go and she moved even closer into his embrace.

�Just hold her. You know you want to.� The familiar voice that he hadn�t hear in years sounded like bells inside his head. Moony was back and Moony always got what he wanted�always.
He tried to tell himself that his fingers gently stroking her back was unintentional, he tried to convince himself that he was going to let her go at any moment and that her quickened breathing wouldn�t effect him. The problem with lying to yourself, he decided, is that you have to also tell the truth to a certain extent, and the truth of the matter was, he didn�t want to let her go, now or ever. In this moment, he wanted her more than he wanted his next breath, but he knew he couldn�t have her. He almost had the argument won against himself when she shattered it all.
�Remus?� she asked huskily, her voice making him groan inwardly.
�Mmmm,� was his only possible reply.
�I don�t know. I just�I just feel�I just feel something here and I�m very confused,� she finally said as she looked up at him, her arms never moving from around his waist.
�Gods, Hermione, I�m trying to convince myself to let you go right now,� he said, his voice rough as he looked into her eyes. That was his true undoing. When he saw in her eyes all of his own feelings, he lost himself. Lowering his head, he possessively took her lips with his own and the wolf roared in delight.
She gasped slightly at his forwardness and his tongue flicked inside her mouth. Eagerly greeting it with hers, she deepened the kiss as he swallowed her moan into his mouth. It was in that moment that she knew she was lost. The powers that were forcing her to accept her wishes, her deepest desires, were entirely too strong to fight and she gave in easily. Intelligence was a virtue and it was telling her that there was no chance of winning, no chance of resisting the man before her that she wanted so desperately.
Her fingers trailed from his waist and up his chest. As their lips continued their assault upon the others, his fingers wound into her hair and held her closer. She found the buttons on his shirt, but in her haste, quickly pulled it apart and sent the buttons flying across the room.
�Hermione,� he said breathlessly as she lowered her lips to his neck and began kissing down his chest. �Hermione we have to, oh gods, we have to slow down here.�
�I don�t want to,� she said, her voice begging as her hands roamed his bare chest and slid his shirt off his shoulders to puddle in the floor around them. �Don�t you want me, Remus?� she asked, pushing herself closer to his obvious erection as she flicked her tongue across his hardened nipple.
�More than life at the moment,� he answered, kissing a trail down her neck and then around her jaw. �Gods, Hermione, I want you so much.�
With that admission, they both gave in. Any thoughts of stopping their progress was halted as she gently pushed him down the hall, losing their shoes in the process, followed quickly by their socks and his belt along the stairs they clumsily climbed together. His hands continued to roam her body as his lips claimed hers and her hands kept pushing him backwards. Before long, they were both in her room and he slid his hands under her shirt.
�Have to see you,� he rasped, pulling her shirt up quickly, but stopping suddenly when she gasped in pain. �Hermione, what�s wrong?� he asked, still kissing her neck and down her shoulder as his hands palmed her breasts hungrily.
�Shot�hurts,� she said, running her hands through his hair and praying he wouldn�t stop.
�Let me see,� he commanded, his tone pooling the heat from her body into tight coils in the middle.
Slowly she turned so he could see her bruise. �Looks painful,� he drawled, sinking to his knees behind her.

�She�s been hurt!�
�Obviously,� he answered the wolf.
�It is,� she replied, turning to watch him as he kissed the bruise on her spine and ran his tongue lovingly around her back.
She moaned loudly and begged for more before he quickly turned her around and started kissing any bare flesh he could reach as her bra fell to the floor with her shirt. His hands moved to the snap of her pants and she could just make out the sound of the zipper lowering over the pounding of her heartbeat. Slowly, so achingly slowly, he pulled them down over her hips and thighs before helping her step out of them and chunking them onto the floor.
�You smell so good,� he murmured, nuzzling his nose between her legs as she gripped his head in her small hands. �I�ve been smelling your arousal all night. Was that for me?�
�Yes!� she screamed when a finger pushed aside her knickers and dove into her wet pussy. �I�ve wanted you all night!�
He pulled the pink piece of fabric down her legs roughly before burying his nose in her brown curls. His hands trailed up her legs lightly to land on her hips and, with one quick push, she fell to the bed with her legs spread open as wide as her eyes. When he licked her soaking slit, she moaned loudly and pushed herself into him. Lapping at her hungrily, Remus could swear he�d never tasted something so sweet, never smelled a woman that smelled like home. As he inserted two fingers inside of her welcoming heat and pumped them furiously as he licked her clit, she screamed his name and it was all he could do to hold on until she stopped bucking and started breathing.
Sitting back slightly, he watched her beautiful flushed face as the smile broke out and she looked at him through hooded eyelids. He stood slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as she sat up and grasped his zipper. Without waiting for an invitation, she yanked his pants and boxers down his legs and left him gloriously naked in front of her.
Her eyes widened as she took in the beauty of his nakedness. She was not a virgin by any means, but this man was beautifully endowed and she licked her lips in anticipation. Slowly, teasingly, she ran her tongue over the tip and tasted the fluids that had gathered there as his knees buckled slightly beneath him. He moaned low in his throat and took her hair in his hands, silently begging for her to open her mouth and take him in. She complied, only a thought given to her wantonness as she bobbed up and down on his cock and hummed with desire. He began thrusting his hips towards her mouth as his hands tightened in her hair.
�Yes�gods yes�that feels so good!� he moaned.
Suddenly he stopped, and as she looked up at him questioningly, she felt the change in him immediately. His eyes shown a bright amber and his body language became confident, arrogant even. As though she weighed nothing, he threw her naked body further up the bed and came across her like a predator toying with its prey.
�I�m going to take you, little girl. Pound into that tight pussy so hard you scream for more!�
That was the first time Hermione came to her senses. Where was her Remus? Her sweet, kind, and overly gentle Remus? This change in him stunned her and left her breathless. Shivers flew along her body and, not for the last time, she questioned her sanity.
�Please, Remus. I want you so bad,� she said simply as his hands roamed her body and she felt her thighs become slick with her desire.
Before she knew what was happening, he moved her legs apart with his knees and thrust his large cock inside of her. He thrust brutally inside her tight hole and she surprised them both when she began to meet his thrusts and beg for more.
Suddenly he stopped, his body tightened and he shook his head. �Hermione, I�m sorry,� he said, making to move off of her, but stopping when she wound her legs around his waist tighter. �We can�t do this,� he gasped, his eyes their natural blue hue, but she pulled him down and kissed him fiercely while moving her hips up and down, hoping with all she had that he wouldn�t leave her hanging.
�Full moon,� he panted with a pleading voice as he thrust into her slowly, �too close�lose control.�
�Lose control, Remus. Show me how you feel. Take me!�
Remus looked at her again, his eyes a deep amber once more as he growled deeply and his thrusts increased in speed once more. �Gonna mark you, witch. Gonna make you mine,� he growled again.
Hermione watched in frustration and fascination as Remus once again fought for control. He looked at her worriedly as she thrust her hips to meet his and locked her eyes on his blue ones. �I can�t stop him, Hermione,� he panted, unable to control his thrusts, �let me make you mine.�
Those blue eyes pleaded with her, but neither her heart nor her head thought to argue. Never had she wanted someone as much as she did him, whether that made her completely mental or not, and never had she needed a release more. With a pleading voice of her own she begged for what she wanted, what he couldn�t control. �Take me, Remus, make me yours!�
His eyes flashed amber again and she knew the wolf had won. Remus was still there, but he was going to let the wolf take control for once and she kissed him for all she was worth as their hips continued to meet at a frenzied pace and sweat began dotting their bodies.
�Gonna bite you, witch. Gonna make you mine forever!� he growled fiercely as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back down to the bed. His mouth worked over her nipples as her fingers clawed into his back.
�Gods, Remus! Please make me come! Need this so bad!�
She felt his teeth scraping against her breast and squealed with pleasure as he nipped her flesh. Her body and his both covered in a sheen of sweat as they continued to move against each other with heated abandon.
Then something changed. His nips became harder and so did his thrusts inside of her tender flesh that was begging for release. Her own body tightened and she felt her release burning through her veins. Before he let her have second thoughts, she felt his teeth break through the skin below her heart, where breast meets body, and she screamed in pain.
�Don�t fight it, my beautiful mate,� she heard Moony rasp from her breast. His hardened voice, his breath against her skin as he lapped her blood sent her over the edge and she came with a force she�d never experienced before.
�Gods yes! So tight, so good!� he cried, spilling his seed inside her convulsing pussy before collapsing on top of her.
They lay there, arms and legs tangled with each other, for several long moments before Remus slowly rolled off of her body and brought her closer to him.
Still in awe, she whispered, �That was amazing. That was�wow!�
He chuckled softly before lowering his head to her wound and licking it tenderly. She could have sworn she heard him whine and whimper, but her brain was too foggy at the moment to care. Then she felt it, an overwhelming sense of guilt and love. Looking into her lover�s beautiful blue eyes, she could see those emotions playing on his face.
�Gods Hermione, I am so sorry. I never should have�I�m not sure how�what the hell have I done?� he asked, sitting up in the bed facing her with a look of pure horror on his face as he ran his hands through his hair.
�Remus,� she said softly, �I�m not sure exactly what is going on, but I can sort of feel what you�re feeling and you need to stop it.�
�I can�t stop it, Hermione. There�s no way, not after what I�ve done. We�ll always be connected like this now, even though you won�t always feel it, it will always be there. It�s too close to the full moon, I should have known better than to�I should have stopped him.�
�You could have stopped?� she asked angrily. �Because I know I couldn�t have. I don�t know what got into me today, Remus, I just know that I needed you so bloody much that it hurt.�
He grinned at her sheepishly, �No, I tried, but I couldn�t stop either, couldn�t stop touching you. I thought I was drunk, but I don�t feel that way now.� His expression sobered again when he looked at her naked breast. �But I�I marked you, Hermione, and that�s not something I can take back. I�ve always been able to stop myself from doing that, always, and now�and now I�ve ruined you.�
The tears gathering in his eyes both warmed her and frustrated her as the guilty feeling washed through her once again. She had no idea what being marked by a werewolf meant, but apparently it was serious and she was becoming more and more worried.
�You should be worried,� he said softly. When she looked at him questioningly, he answered, �I can feel your emotions as well. We�re connected now. For a wolf, it would mean you belong to me, that we belong to each other. But you�re not a wolf, so I don�t know what it means.�
He flopped down beside her in defeat and she gently pulled the soft, cool covers up over them both before yawning. �Can we sleep now and think about it later?� she asked, curling her body into his and smiling when she felt his reluctant happiness.
Arms wrapped around each other and hearts beating in tune, they slept for several peaceful hours until the sun started streaming through her bedroom window and bringing them both back to reality. Before they could even wake fully, however, her bedroom door flew open and an irate Tonks started screaming obscenities.
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