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Darkest Desires	By : Lupinswolfie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Remus/Hermione Views: 24277 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: I really appreciate the concern about lara black stealing "My Moony" idea from the Granger Enchanted website. I know mine was posted first and that I have asked very nicely that the idea NOT be stolen, but there's nothing more I can do. I do, however, greatly appreciate the concerned emails and just hope that this story will be considered great in its own right and unaffected by her own (dare I say it) 'twisted' version (to quote an email). So, allow me to take this oppurtunity to thank those that have read this story, but haven't stolen anything from the plot, original characterizations, ect. Much love to you all!

-1Remus
stood in shock and disbelief. Something was wrong and he actually
feared for his own sanity. He stood there, in the all too familiar
kitchen, wondering what in the hell had just happened to him. Only
moments ago, he had left his room; leaving his fully clothed wife,
with whom he had not had sex with in quite a while, in their bed.
Now, however, he was standing in the kitchen he vaguely remembered
entering and it reeked of recent sex. The scent filled his nostrils
and flowed through his body like an aphrodisiac, causing him to
harden instantly. Whoever had been in here, he mused, smelled like
heaven.

He
quickly turned around and walked upstairs, trying desperately to
shake off the strangeness of the situation. Assuming a cold shower
would help his ‘problem’, he made his way to the bathroom
in the hallway, so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even
realize the door was shut and the room occupied. He absentmindedly
turned the knob and pushed the door open.

“Remus!”
she hissed, making him jerk his head up and his eyes widen. He
noticed she stared at his eyes, but then he noticed the rest of
her--all of her.

Damn
it, if he wasn’t rock hard before, he certainly was now!
Hermione stood at the counter, wrapped in nothing but a towel as she
used a second one to dry her hair. She grinned up at him while he
tried to stammer an apology.

“It’s
quite alright, Remus, you just startled me is all. I thought
everyone else was asleep and when I spilled tea all over myself, I
had to take another shower,” she lied. It’s not like she
could actually come right out and say, ‘I fucked your wolf and
had to take a shower so you couldn’t smell yourself on me.’
That would seem a bit strange, she feared.

He
blushed and she smiled at the sweetness of it. “Um, yea, I
couldn’t sleep so I thought a shower would help. I…I’ll
just leave now.”

“Don’t
be silly,” she chided. She grinned at him mischievously, eyes
raking across his naked chest as she licked her lips and replied
sweetly, “I won’t look.”

“Hermione,
I hardly think that’s appropriate,” he said in shock.

Her
laughter filled his ears as the scent of her shower filled is
nostrils, making them flare in response and he tried to hide his
erection. Being attracted to another woman was not what he wanted,
especially if it was Hermione--the one the wolf hated.

Smell
her. She doesn’t even use the perfumes that other witches
bother themselves with. She’s just natural. Can you smell
her?

He
bit back his sharp reply and watched as Hermione clutched her towel
and walked up to him. “It’s all yours,” she said
coyly, and if he wasn’t so aroused he would have missed the
unintentional innuendo as he stared at the drops of water across her
shoulders. A small scar that he had never seen was on her should,
but instead of looking at it, he closed his eyes and waited for her
to slip past him. When her hip grazed his, he hoped she didn’t
hear his sharp intake of breath. Whatever was going on, or not going
on, between them, he knew he had to stay away from her. The thought
was solidified the second his hand almost reached out to wrap around
her waist. His unexplained thoughts and actions were simply insane.

He
turned on the shower and stepped out of his pants, wondering briefly
why he didn’t feel right. It reminded him of the days when he
had went underground with the other werewolves and a quick Scourgify
was all he could manage to clean himself at times. Nothing felt
quite like a shower though, no matter how cold it needed to be.

His
hands were braced against the wall as the freezing water poured over
his body, eliciting chill bumps, but having no other effect
otherwise. He was still rock hard after the smell in the kitchen,
and taking a shower after Hermione wasn’t helping.

Do
you smell her soap? Can you imagine the way she must look while she
bathes her young body? Suds sliding down between her breasts, along
her flat stomach, and down…

SHUT
UP! Just shut up!

Angry,
human? I was just asking a question. It’s not as though you
can hide things from me.

If
you hate her so much, why do you taunt me with her? Why can’t
you just leave it alone?

A
chuckle was his only response and he slammed the water off and
quickly dried himself, before going back to his room and crawling in
bed with his wife. His wife…the woman he loved, wanted, and
the only one he needed. Somewhere deep down he heard the wolf laugh
at him, mocking him.

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Hermione
looked up sharply at the sound of banging coming from across the
table only to laugh out loud at what she saw. Remus, in his
frustration, had suddenly taken to banging his head on the table.

“I
have a headache potion in my room you might could use later,”
she laughed.

His
eyes snapped up to hers at the mention of her room, but then he
smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m just really frustrated.”

“We’ve
only just really started, Remus. Surely you’re not that
frustrated already.” Her smile slipped a little as she looked
at him questioningly.

He
assessed her for a moment before replying. “No, it’s not
just this. Sorry, I really shouldn’t bring other things in
here. We’re working for a good cause…I hope, and I need
to concentrate.”

“Yes,
you do. A lot could go wrong with what we’re planning and you
need to stay focused. But I’m here if you want to talk about
other things.”

“Thanks,”
he murmured, “but I’ll be fine.” He couldn’t
exactly tell her that she was driving him crazy, that would be rude.
More rude would be telling her that he actually wanted to take her,
right there on this very table, vows and wolf be damned, and the
guilt was eating at him. “I think Dora and I will be moving
out soon,” he said suddenly.

“What?!
Why?”

He
sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “It’s
just not working here. I don’t know what the problem is for
sure, but I think it would be best if we got our own place.”

Hermione’s
heart beat out of her chest and she was certain her face was showing
her feelings. She tried to keep her face blank and listen to him,
knowing that this is what Moony was trying to tell her last night.
“Have you talked to Sirius about this? He’ll be
devastated if you leave.” Quietly she added, “We all
will be.”

His
eyes narrowed momentarily before he responded. “No, I’ve
not even told Dora yet. I just don’t know what she wants, I
guess I never have. All I know is that right now, something’s
not working. She blames the fact that we haven’t had kids on
me as well.” Remus was shocked at his own admission. He had
just bared his heart to her and had no idea why. She was the one
person he wanted to keep at arms length and yet, here he was,
spilling his inner most thoughts to her.

“Oh
honestly, Remus,” she said, surprising him with her anger.
“You cannot be serious about this. You’re leaving
everyone you love, everyone who loves you, because your wife isn’t
happy? She’s never happy, Remus, she never has been, and it
has nothing to do with you. Sirius was right, you both only pretend
to be happy and everyone can see that, but you.”

Anger
bubbled inside of him. Why her? It was bad enough he had to spend
so much time with her, but now she was going to insult him as well?
“Had I wanted to be insulted, Hermione, I doubt I could have
found someone more willing to do the job,” he spat, then
watched as her face fell.

She
stood up and walked around the table to him, crouching down so that
she was only a bit shorter than him. “I’m truly sorry,
Remus. Insulting you was never my intention,” she said,
leaning over to cup his cheeks. “But you deserve
better. I hate seeing you so unhappy, but the thought of not seeing
you at all is even worse. You are the one that holds us all
together, Remus. You keep the boys in line and you’re always
there for me and even Daphne as of late. I guess I’ve just
come to rely on you and when you said you were leaving, I
overreacted. I shouldn’t have. You’ll do what’s
best, you always do.”

His
gaze softened as he looked at her and then he gently brushed a lock
of hair from her face. Her hands slid down his cheeks to his neck
and settled on his chest. They stared at each other intently, until
their close proximity registered and they pulled apart. “Thank
you for that, Hermione,” he said softly.

Both
pulled books closer to them, ignoring the other as they studied tombs
and tombs of books about lost souls and such. Each made notes where
they saw fit and it would be up to her to compile the list of notes
and see what else could be done with the veil. Sirius coming back
was miraculous enough, but if they could free all the souls, she
firmly believed it would help him to heal. She knew his drinking
binges and little to do with women and a significant amount to do
with realizing he had survived the veil and many others had not.
Survivor’s guilt. Finding an in-depth section, she continued
to take notes, overlooking Remus’ restless movements, that is,
until he spoke to her…his voice raspy.

“I
want you,” he said simply, making her smile as she continued to
look at her book. He stood up and walked over to her. “I want
to throw you on top of this table and fuck your delicious body until
you can no longer walk,” he rasped, sending shivers along her
skin as she continued to smile and look at her book. Soon, his
fingers brushed her neck as he moved her hair out of the way and
lowered his mouth to her skin. Growling softly at her, he continued,
“I want to taste you, mate. Lick your enchanting little body
until you scream my name.” And it could happen, they had been
left alone in the house for hours, with many hours left to go. “I
smell your desire and yet, you continue to toy with me.”

She
gasped when he jerked her head back and ravished her mouth with his
own, slowly drawing her up to stand before him. “I cannot be
ignored,” he said hungrily. Her whimper was lost in his mouth
when his tongue attacked hers.

“You
want me?” she asked innocently, pushing him back slowly until
his knees hit the sofa and he sat down, pulling her on top of him.

“Always,”
he murmured against her neck. “I find I can’t get enough
of you.”

“Mmmm,”
she moaned, concentrating on the voice and not the fact that it was
Remus’ neck she was slipping her arms around as she straddled
him. His hands skimmed up her hips, his lips never leaving her
tender flesh as he slowly raised her shirt over her ribs and then her
breasts. His fingers feathered against her hot skin and she ground
herself into his erection.

“My
perfect mate,” he growled, throwing her shirt the side and
lowering his head to her mark. He licked her gently, then slowly
made his way to her breasts, tearing her bra from her body. His
teeth grazed her flesh and she threw her head back in ecstasy,
moaning and begging for more. When his arm wrapped around her and
pulled her even closer to him, she felt her knickers soaking through
to her jeans. She held his head close to her, thankful for the gift
Moony was giving her and trying desperately not to hate herself for
taking advantage of the man.

“He
wants you as well, mate, and before this is over, you will have us
both,” he said, his voice rough as he read her mood and quickly
flipped her over onto her back. His lips blazed a trail down her
stomach and he hands quickly undid the snap of her pants. He looked
at her hungrily and she felt bare to her very core. The fabric slid
down her hips and legs, landing in the floor with her shirt and
leaving her naked before him. Rough hands skimmed her calf muscles,
then her thighs. He gently parted her legs and knelt between them,
his tongue following the path his hands had just taken.

Her
body shuddered at his gentle touch and when he lifted her leg to lay
on his shoulder, her eyes met his and held. He held her gaze even
when his tongue skimmed her calf and his hands splayed once more
along her thigh, holding her close and making her entire body flush
with desire while her hands grabbed the cushion tightly. When his
finger grazed her curls and softly pinched her clit, he held her
gaze, keeping her a prisoner of her own yearnings. Her hips bucked
slightly and she whimpered in need when his finger slowly slid inside
of her. Amber eyes bored into her very heart. Another finger slid
in her tight heat and he moved them slowly in and out of her,
watching in awe as she writhed beneath him. His thumb brushed her
clit…once, twice…desire and need tightening the coils
of her body until she thought she would explode. One more brush of
his thumb, amber eyes holding her own, and she was gone. Her body
convulsed, tightening around his fingers as she threw her head back
and screamed his name in ecstasy.

When
she regained her senses, he was standing before her naked. For the
first time, she saw the man in all his glorious nudity and was
dumbstruck. Lithe and strong muscles rippled gently under pale and
scarred flesh. His legs were lean and with Moony in control, he
brimmed with confidence and a touch of arrogance. When she looked at
his erection, she was taken aback by the sheer beauty and amazed that
her body could accommodate him. Simply put, Remus Lupin was the
sexiest man she had ever seen.

Rising
up, she stroked his erection with her fingers, reveling in the way
his body shivered at her touch. Her touch was soft, but sure.
Flicking her tongue over the tip of his cock, she slowly lapped the
liquid away before taking him into her hot mouth. He moaned loudly,
cupping her head in his hands and pulling her to him, directing her
movements as she sucked his thick cock with abandon.

“Gods
yes!” he growled, watching as her head bobbed up and down and
the most amazing sensations flooded his body. When her free hand
cupped his balls gently, his growl grew louder. “Stop,”
he hissed, pulling her head back and looking into her confused face.
“If you continue that wonderful display, this will be over much
too soon. Do not forget, my animal tendencies are very strong.”

She
smirked up at him, taunting him for his lack of control. Quickly, he
pushed her down on the sofa and covered her body with his own. “Ah,
my beautiful mate, do you think this is nothing more than a bit of
harmless fun?” he asked, licking and nipping her pulse point
while she shook her head in response. “I wasn’t lying
when I said you were mine. Mine to do with as I please,” he
murmured against her breast, suckling her nipple and making her cry
out in pleasure, “whenever I please.”

He
spread her legs and slid between them, the tip of his cock brushing
against her wet skin before slowly sliding inside of her. The
torture was maddening bliss and she wrapped her legs around his hips,
urging him forward to take her completely.

Without
hesitation, he complied, thrusting his hips forward and sheathing
himself in her tight passage. “Mine,” he moaned softly
against her ear. Her arms came around his neck and she met his
thrusts with her own. Time seemed to stop and they moved with each
other slowly at first, teasingly, then with an urgency neither could
deny. “Fuck,” he hissed, one hand resting by her head
and the other cupping her breast roughly as he licked and suckled
its’ twin. “So perfect,” he moaned, thrusting
faster and faster. His head came up to hers and his hand skimmed
down to her hip, holding her still as he pounded into her
relentlessly.

Hermione
felt the fire burning within her body, felt the waves of desire wash
over her and pool in her center as every muscle tightened. All
feelings were overshadowed by her need for the wolf above her and
once again, their eyes met and held.

His
voice was gravelly and rough as sandpaper when he spoke, but his
intention was clear. “I want to watch as you come undone
beneath me. I want to see your beautiful face flush from the
pleasure I give you. I want to know that you realize it’s my
cock inside your willing body and no one else’s. And I want
you to realize that no one but me will ever fuck you like this ever
again.”

His
possessiveness should have angered her, but instead she found herself
responding to his words with wantonness. And then…the
fireworks exploded, the coils snapped, and the heat flew around her
body; engulfing her tight muscles as they strained against each other
and his thrusts continued. “Come for me, mate, show me that
it’s me you’ll think of every night.” And she did.
Eyes locked, she screamed his name as her second orgasm rocked every
inch of her body and her muscles pulled him inside her with a
vise-like grip, milking the seed from his body. He threw his head
back and his sudden howl surprised her, but sent her body shaking and
convulsing in another strong orgasm that followed right behind the
last.

He
collapsed on top of her, both shaking and weak and neither wanting to
move from their tight embrace.

“My
gods, you’re amazing,” she breathed when she finally came
to her senses.

His
light chuckle met her ears and she looked over at him, his head
cradled beside her neck as his tongue lightly traced her mark. “The
wolf is only as intelligent as the man and only as gifted as
well,” he said, making her laugh at his response as she held
him to her.

“I
never expected to find my mate,” he said after a moment, “and
I’m honored to know that you are her.”

“Thank
you,” she said softly.

He
leaned up on his elbows then, his limp cock fell from her body as he
lightly traced her face, neck, and breasts. “The full moon
comes soon.”

A
sad smile graced his face and it confused her. “I thought that
would make you happy. The one night a month you’re allowed to
be…free.”

“I
could be free at any time, just as I am now, if the human would only
accept me, accept what he is.”

“He’s
scared you’ll hurt someone he loves,” she said softly.

“I
won’t hurt anyone unless they give me reason to, especially now
that I found the one that completes me.”

She
smiled at what he said, slowly coming to realize what the wolf was
really about. Was it possible the ‘monster’ wasn’t
a really a monster after all?

He
nuzzled her neck once more, licking her scar and whimpering lightly.
“What is it?” she asked concerned, pulling him up so she
could see the pained expression on his face. “What’s
wrong? Tell me.”

For
the first time, he refused to meet her eyes. “You make a
potion,” he finally said, “that hurts me. The human
takes it, but it’s me that it hurts. The first couple of days
are bearable, but then the pain becomes worse. It weakens me, dulls
me, and I become a shell of myself.”

Actual
guilt tore through Hermione’s heart as she looked at him.
“Don’t feel guilty, mate, you didn’t know.”

Then
she smiled at him, gently stroking his scarred cheek. “No, I
didn’t know, but I do now. I won’t hurt you, love, not
any more. As long as you promise not to hurt Remus.”

Gratitude
flashed through his eyes and he slowly nodded his head. “The
transformations can be relatively painless. I will see to it.”

She
pulled his head down and kissed him then, lovingly, longingly. He
drew back and stood up, bringing her up with him as well. “You
must get dressed, I can’t hold him off much longer. The
happier I am with you, the less I can resist his control. He doesn’t
know, Hermione, he doesn’t understand what is at stake.”

She
shivered at his voice, loving the way it washed over her, caressed
her like his hands had mere moments ago. “What doesn’t
he understand?”

“Without
you, my beautiful mate,” he rasped, his hand cupping her cheek
in a loving manner, “we will slowly die. It happens to us all
at some point if we can’t find our mate, so he must accept you
as well. He was raised with humans, by humans, so he doesn’t
understand these things. We must make him accept you or you will be
burying our body, instead of bearing our children.”

“Children?
But Remus said he couldn’t have children.”

“Ah,
he does not understand many things. It is I who chooses our mate and
it is I who allows conception. That woman,” he spat, “will
never bear our children. That pleasure is yours alone.”

“Amazing,”
she sighed, reveling in the knowledge she was gaining from the wolf
before her.

“You
must hurry,” he said urgently.

She
put her clothes back on, smiling slightly when she noticed him
tucking her knickers into his pocket. “Better not let her see
those,” she chuckled, laughing when he growled at her
retreating back.
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