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Forever and Always	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6832 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Good Morning, Mrs. Lupin”
Mia opened her eyes, blinking a few times as Remus came into view. He lay on his side, head propped up by his elbow, and his graying hair falling in his eyes.
“Mmm, morning” Mia mumbled
She stretched and sat up, yawning wide. The bedroom was a mess; Remus’s suit was in pieces, strewn about the room. Her gown was laid over the dresser next to a half drunken bottle of tequila, and her slip crumpled in a heap on the floor next to the bed. Her veil was over the side table lamp, perfectly encasing the lamp shade from where Remus had ripped it out of her hair the previous night. She looked down at her left hand, her ring finger not only donning her teardrop diamond, but a matching white gold band nestled just below. A smile slowly crept across her face as she fidgeted with her rings.
“We got married yesterday” she said softly
“Did we?? Damn, I knew I had too many tequila shots…”
Mia smacked Remus’s arm playfully. “asshole” she muttered under her breath with a chuckle, swinging her legs around to stand. “I need coffee— you want some?”
“Please—“ Remus watched curiously as she yanked the sheet off the bed, wrapping it around her slender frame. “Why are you covering up? It’s just us”
She laughed “Seeing as how the last time I left a bedroom barely dressed Albus Dumbledore showed up, I’m not taking any chances”
Once in the kitchen, she clanked around the cabinets for coffee mugs, thankful that Susan had stocked the cabin with fresh coffee and groceries for the weekend.
“Make it extra strong— my head is pounding” Remus said as he entered the kitchen. She felt his long arms wrap around her waist, kissing her neck so gently it gave her goosebumps. “You’re so beautiful, you know that…?” he murmured in her ear.
“Shut up, you always say that” she teased.
“Because it’s true”
He trailed gentle kisses down her neck and shoulder as she leaned her neck to the side, allowing him better access.
“What do you want to do today, Mrs. Lupin?”
He gently suckled her flesh, leaving small red hickeys in perfect formation. She closed her eyes, sighing and leaning back against his lanky frame.
“Can we duel?” she asked through her sigh “We can use that clearing up around the corner”
Remus stopped suddenly, chuckling “that’s not what I expected you to say”
“What— you wanted me to tell you I want you to fuck me in every room of this cabin by the days end?”
Remus smiled a toothy, boyish smile “well, yeah— I mean— it’s our honeymoon…”
Mia laughed, rolling her eyes and turning to face him. She wrapped her arms around his torso, craning her neck up to look at him as she rested her chin against his chest “I want to practice my dueling spells wandless, and since you are such an excellent teacher, Professor Lupin…”
“In what area of my expertise are you referring?” He said with a teasing grin.
Mia gave him the most innocent, wide eyed look, once he remembered from their days at Hogwarts when she would show up to class with her shirt unbuttoned a little farther than typical. The look that would make his cock twitch every time his eyes caught sight of her showcasing her shapely cleavage. She knew it drove him mad, but that’s what made her do it.
“Why, Defense Against the Dark Arts, of course” she said innocently. She bit her lip, raising her brow and reaching her hand to touch him “but maybe after that lesson you could teach me something else…?”
“Mia…” He growled as her hand grazed over the front of his boxers “If you tease me like that, we won’t make it out of this kitchen. I will bend you over every surface in this room and fuck you until you cannot walk”
“I really want that but I also really need the dueling practice…” She said with a wry smile.
“Then no teasing—“ He kissed her forehead, laughing and relaxing his posture. “We’ll duel after breakfast; I’m starving”
“Tell you what— instead of teasing…” She slipped a hand inside his boxers and wrapped her practiced hand around his cock. She stroked him a few times, eliciting an involuntary groan “let me just take care of you, and then we can eat and duel…”
She sunk down onto her knees, taking him in her mouth. He sighed, snaking a hand in her hair. “I won’t argue to that”
She rolled her tongue around his shaft as she took him deeper, allowing his entire length to slide in and out of her lips. She loved the power she had over him in this state, the power to make him come undone all from her touch. Her one hand gripped the base of his cock firmly as her other roamed gently up the inside of his thigh, then gently cupping and caressing his balls. Her velvet tongue worked in overtime to pleasure him, eager for him to let go in her mouth. His breathing became more rapid, his grip on her hair tighter and tighter.
“Shit— Mia, I’m about to—“
He didn’t even get to finish his sentence, his body tensed as he spilled down her throat. She drank him up, licking and sucking him until he began to soften. She wiped her bottom lip with her thumb and gazed up at him, grinning.
“How was that?”
“You,” he said breathlessly “are amazing— an absolute goddess.”
“Alright, you ready?” Remus called
They stood facing each other in the clearing, 25 feet apart. Remus’s wand was drawn and ready as Mia held her palms out in front of her.
“Ready!— stupefy!”
A jet of red shot out from Mia’s palm, immediately blocked by Remus’s shield charm. They shot a few spells back and forth; Mia had to focus more energy than she realized she would just to produce a proper shield. It was mentally tiring and hard to focus on what she needed to do when Remus was dueling with excellent proficiency. In her inability to concentrate on multiple tasks, her stance faltered, allowing a stunning charm to clip her left shoulder. The spell sent her flying backwards, hitting the ground with a thud and skidding backwards a few feet.
“Just because you don’t have a wand doesn’t mean that you can get lazy!” Remus shouted, jogging towards her “You need to watch your stance, you left your left side open”
“Did you really have to hit me? You could’ve just reminded me” she groaned, sitting up
“I did remind you” He smirked “I needed to make you painfully aware of it— guarantee now you’ll pay more attention” he reached his hand out, pulling her up to stand “You alright? You ready to go again, or you need a minute?”
She brushed off the front of her shorts “No, I’m fine, let’s go again”
They spent the next hour dueling, all of which ended with Remus sending Mia flying onto her back. Her exhaustion was visible in her posture, he able to defeat her quicker and quicker the more they dueled. She was stubborn, insisting that if they just tried one more time she could beat him.
“Come on, let’s take a break— you are exhausted” he chuckled
“I’m fine, really— Impedimenta!”
Remus laughed as he shielded her jinx, and then sent her flying onto her back again “We can hit it again after you rest”
He helped her stand, ignoring her indignant stare as he joined his hand in hers. They began their short walk back to the cabin as she rolled her shoulders and stretched her neck. She wished Remus’s legs weren’t so long, for his steps were much larger than hers, forcing her to walk faster just to keep pace.
“That was bullshit— I was the best one in dueling club with my wand”
“I’m sure it’ll get easier the more you practice, wandless magic is extremely complex”
“I hope— I will say though, you are a magnificent teacher” she said, giggling for the first time in over an hour “patience of a saint”
He chuckled, his eyes sparkling as he looked down to her “Hogwarts was my favorite job to date. I do miss being able to teach”
Mia smiled, squeezing his hand as they walked back to the cabin. They were silent for a moment, both of them lost in their own thoughts. She eyed him as they walked, admiring his strong shoulders as his muscles rippled underneath his shirt. He caught her staring, smirking and raising a brow.
“What are you staring at?” he laughed
“Oh, I was just thinking about how handsome you are…” He rolled his eyes playfully as she squeezed his hand again. “Annnnnddddd I was wondering if you would rather break in the dining room table, or the kitchen counter?”
Remus grinned mischievously “both.”
With a playful roar, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. They howled with laughter as he jogged to the cabin with her, both of their laughs echoes dying in the forest around them.
“Would you like your steak grilled rare, Mrs. Lupin?”
Mia watched from the couch as Remus trimmed the steaks for grilling in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a black apron. She giggled at the sight of his white butt cheeks sticking out from behind the apron, but she had insisted he wear it for the laughs. They were completely carefree here, living in a romantic bubble that seemed like nothing from the outside world could penetrate. She would stay here with him forever if she could, never return to the prejudice, harsh reality that she was growing to hate.
“Aren’t you tired of calling me Mrs. Lupin?” she teased
“Absolutely not” he said “Now, tell me— rare?”
“Please don’t make me say it…” she groaned, her cheeks turning pink.
He turned to her and smirked as he held up a piece of the red meat “If you don’t specify, I will grill it well done”
“No!” she cried, throwing her face in her hands “No—fuck— yes, I would like my steak grilled rare, please”
“Not so fucking disgusting, is it?” he laughed, turning and flashing her a wry smile
“Shut up” she said, rolling her eyes
“’mark my words, I will never eat my steaks rare!” he muttered mockingly, imitating her voice with a snobbish tone.
“Shut up!!”
She threw a couch pillow in his direction, giving him a crude gesture with her middle finger as he snickered impishly to himself. A loud tap at the window made them both jump, but once Mia recognized her tawny owl was the culprit behind the noise, she sprung up and shoved the window ajar.
“Lionel!!”
The owl flew in carrying a large velvet sack, seemingly without much effort. She untied the sack from his leg, surprised the owl was able to have carried such a heavy pouch so easily. Lionel hooted softly as he landed onto the sofa, clicking his beak as he looked around. Mia opened the sack, pulling out a bottle of champagne, a small red box, and a note.
Mr. and Mrs. Lupin
Hoping you two are enjoying your honeymoon. This champagne is my personal favorite.
Kingsley
P.S. the box is from Dora, she was quite excited to send it to you
Mia smiled brilliantly “Kingsley sent us champagne! We should drink it in the Jacuzzi tonight”
“How thoughtful— come put it on ice”
“Ok hold on, Tonks sent us something too” she opened the small red box, immediately regretting her decision to do so. A foul, nasty odor exploded in front of her with a puff of greenish-brown smoke, wafting throughout the room.
“What the hell is that?!” Remus shouted, covering his nose and mouth with the crook of his elbow.
“She sent us a dungbomb!!”
They ran outside, coughing and sucking in breaths of fresh air. Lionel circled around them, hooting irritably.
“That bitch!” Mia scoffed “she is probably laughing her head off right now— I’ll send her a howler”
Remus laughed, shaking his head “No— that would only encourage her”
“Tell me something embarrassing— the most mortifying, embarrassing moment that you can recall”
Remus smirked, his fingertips tracing the crook of her collarbone as Mia straddled his lap, both steaming like lobsters in the Jacuzzi. The sun had set, billions of tiny stars twinkling in the night sky above them. Glasses of champagne sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi, just within arm’s reach.
“Well, there was the one time when I was at Hogwarts— 4^th year, and I wanted to ask a girl in my year, Charlene McAdams, to Madam Puddyfoot’s for Valentine’s day—“
“Madam Puddyfoot’s?” Mia snorted, reaching for her glass and taking a small sip “gag me”
“I thought it would impress her—“ he laughed sheepishly “anyways… I went up to her in the Great Hall one day at lunch to ask her, and I was so nervous that when I opened my mouth to speak, I vomited all over her”
Mia and Remus burst into laughter, his cheeks turning a twinge of pink.
“James and Sirius teased me about it for weeks; I thought I was going to die of embarrassment”
“Did you ask her after the fact?”
A bark of laughter escaped him “Dear god no” he scoffed “I don’t think I looked her in the eye for two whole years”
Mia giggled, brushing his hair out of his eyes and kissing him softly. He pulled away just an inch, his breath hot against her skin.
“If you had the sole power to change something in the world, what would it be and why?”
“Damn, getting deep are we?” she teased “sole power to change something in the world, no limits?”
“Well, you can’t defy rules of resurrection, because I know you would bring some people back if you could”
He was correct— her first thought would’ve been to reverse the deaths of her father, Sirius and Miranda, but since he excluded that from his hypothetical situation she began to wrack her brain. Sole power to change something in the world… She brushed the hair off Remus’s forehead as she chewed her lip in thought. She would change that he was a werewolf, so he didn’t have to experience the stigma that came with his illness— or would removing such a large part of him change who he was? Maybe he being a werewolf and experiencing prejudice and hardship in his life is what made him so kind, so humble. Would he be overly cocky without his furry little problem? Would he take things like a nice steak dinner or a brand new cloak for granted? It still wasn’t fair though; wasn’t fair that he was forced into a life that was riddled with unemployment and poverty. It wasn’t fair that someone like 19-year-old Jasper Hughes was rotting in Azkaban because of his condition. If she had the sole power to change something about the world, maybe she should change daily life for werewolves. With free access to wolfsbane, and shelters for those that didn’t have a safe place to transform could their monthly transformations easier.
“I would change the stigma around werewolves. I would make it so they had access to wolfsbane for free; the ability to keep employment, create shelters as safe places to transform— make it so being a werewolf was not a big deal at all”
Remus smiled playfully “You would help a few mangy half breeds when you have the power to change anything?”
“I would” Mia said, matter of fact “If I can’t bring back my loved ones, let me make the world a better place for the man I love.”
“Bleeding heart liberal” he muttered cynically, smirking
He poked her in the ribs and tickled her, her squeal echoing in the forest around them. He held her close, placing kisses along her jawline.
“Maybe I’ll build a place where werewolves can spend the cycle. A secure shelter for those that can’t keep themselves in— I’m sure I’ve got the money thanks to Dad”
“I thought you still wanted to be an Auror?” he asked, raising a brow
“I do” she said “But it could be a pet project. You even said that if a place like that existed, it would make lives better for many werewolves”
A proud smile swept across his face “I did— I think if a place like that existed, it would be a saving grace to many”
She made a mental note to think more on this; maybe she could get a place like this started once this war was all over. Her eyes moved to the scar on his shoulder, her curiosity getting the better of her.
“Do you remember what it was like before you were bitten?”
Remus shifted awkwardly, his face falling at the thought.
“Oh, that was rude of me, I’m sorry—“
“No, no— you are my wife; you are allowed to ask these types of questions”
Mia watched as the gears turned in his brain, thinking about what she asked. Her brain focused on the word wife. Wife. She was Remus Lupin’s wife. It almost didn’t seem real.
“I don’t think I can remember anything specific from before I became a werewolf, maybe the Christmas before, opening presents and playing with my new toys, and I remember the bite well, but distinct memories from before are hazy”
“I’m sure it was a wonderful Christmas” Mia said softly
“Indeed, I got a toy broomstick that year; I loved that thing— still did, even after the bite”
Her fingertips brushed over his scar on his shoulder, his eyes following her every move.
“Can you tell me about it? That night?”
“You don’t want to hear that—“
He looked at her with a sick expression, chewing on his bottom lip as he thought. She gazed back at him, willing him with her eyes to tell him about that terrible night. He sighed heavily, nodding stiffly.
“He came in through my window. I heard the windowpane break and the drywall crumble as he forced his way inside. He lunged at me, and I felt him sink his teeth in and claw into me. I remember pain, then feeling of blood pouring down my arm, and the feeling that my chest was on fire. From there it was a blur— I think passed out.”
His response was mechanical, almost rehearsed, but there was something cold behind Remus’s eyes as he remembered this traumatic experience. Mia didn’t push him for any more details, this was enough for her. She understood why he didn’t talk about it, it sounded awful. A tear slipped down her cheek; she wiped it quickly, but Remus’s face twisted into an almost angry expression. He gripped her waist tightly, his fingertips pressing into her as his teeth gritted together.
“Don’t look at me like that” he growled
She furrowed her brow “Like what?”
“Like you feel sorry for me— I don’t want pity”
“No, Remus— I don’t” she whispered, grabbing his face gently and stroking his stubbled cheeks with her thumbs. He wouldn’t meet her eyes, self-loathing written all over his expression. “I don’t pity you. I love you— I hurt because you were hurt” she moved one hand to trace the scar again, his grip on her waist tightening even more as her fingertips brushed his skin “Do you dream of that night?”
“Sometimes” he replied stiffly
“Why don’t you wake me when you do? Why don’t you let me comfort you?”
“I’ve been dealing with the memory of that night for thirty something years now” he sighed heavily “I’ve gotten used to it”
Mia bit her lip, looking away from him. “You must think I’m foolish every time I wake up screaming”
“No, not foolish” he said softly, now meeting her eyes
“Weak?”
He smiled slightly, pulling her closer. “No, far from weak”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pushing into his chest.
“Then what?”
“Brave.”
“Brave?” she asked incredulously
“You are brave enough to share your feelings, despite it not coming to you easily” he said “I have never very good about talking about my inner demons”
“But you handle yourself so well”
Remus laughed softly “you and me both know I use scotch as my crutch— why do you think I would get so angry when you would turn to a bottle for comfort? I don’t want you falling into the same habit as I do. I saw myself as a monster and a drunk for half my life”
“Fenrir Greyback is the monster” she whispered “not you”
“I could just as easily be a monster” he replied darkly, self-loathing creeping back into his expression “Just as easily chose to injure the innocent and kill as he does”
“No—“she pressed her forehead against his, rolling her hips against him. His breathing hitched as his erection grew between them “You could never be— no man I love is a monster. You are good, you have a pure heart— your condition doesn’t define you”
His jaw clenched and unclenched a couple times as he studied her. His fingertips brushed her mark, his eyes lingering on it for a moment “I never wanted to be the one to leave so much as a scratch on you; I told myself if I ever did, then I was indeed the monster I always feared I was”
“This—“ she pointed to her mark “was done out of love, not out of perverse impulse. I thank you for this mark every day, because I know the moment I come face to face with a real monster again, he cannot touch me.”
Remus kissed her forehead; her eyes fluttering closed as she took a deep breath and rolled her hips against him again.
“You are too good for me, Mia Roswell”
“Excuse me?” She snorted, her eyes flying open as she raised an eyebrow “Last I checked I was Mia Lupin now— or have you grown tired of calling me Mrs. Lupin already?”
He gave her a wide, wry smile, his posture relaxing as the tension washed away from his face. “My apologies, Mrs. Lupin” he murmured, smirking as he slid into her. She gasped as he filled her, her mark beginning to warm as her desire grew. “I still can’t believe you are my wife, I pinch myself to think that you are mine.”
“I’m yours” she moaned between his thrusts
“Say that again” he growled, “its music to my ears”
She let out a soft squeak in submission, aching from pleasure “I’m yours!”
His breath was as hot as the Jacuzzi against her neck, his stubble scratching her jaw as he purred into her ear “Again”
“I’m yours Remus Lupin, I’m yours!” she gasped “I’m yours!— forever!— always!— yours!”
The rest of their honeymoon was filled with dueling in the clearing and hikes through the woods by day, and love sessions by the roaring fireplace and reading books in bed by night. No part of the cabin was unchristen, no part of their bodies left untouched. The idea of returning to work in the morning after a magical few days seemed like unreal; the lovely bubble she and Remus had been living in was cozy, safe, and carefree. Returning to the real world where she would assist in persecuting innocent Muggle-borns, and working for a government with such disgusting views on such seemed almost harder now that she had experienced peace for the first time in a long time.
Her heart was heavy as she looked around at the now covered furniture, wishing desperately to be able to stay. She liked living in the bubble of isolation with Remus, as if there wasn’t a care in the world, as if they were safe- just the two of them locked up in the secluded cabin.
“I don’t want to go back” she said softly “I want to stay here, just you and me”
Remus sighed, setting his bag down and taking her hand “I wish we could stay” He said heavily “I wish we didn’t have to return to all the misery going on in the world— but we must. We have to go back”
“I know” she said with a wavering voice “I know we do”
Remus squeezed her hand one last time and picked his bag back up. He grabbed a handful of floo powder, ready to throw it into the hearth when he turned back to Mia.
“Ready?”
She glanced around one last time, swallowing and nodding quickly.
“Yeah” she whispered, stepping up to grab a handful of floo powder for herself.
“Alright, you first”
She nodded; throwing the powder into the fire and watching the flames turn emerald green. She stepped inside and spoke her address, turning back to watch the cabin’s living room spin out of sight.
Returning to the flat, Penelope looked different. Her ashy curls more frizzy and untamed, her eyes ringed with dark shadows that screamed she wasn’t sleeping, and her typically pleasant, cool as a cucumber demeanor was replaced with one with an edge; grumpy, short, nervous. Nevertheless, she greeted Mia and Remus with hugs, making polite conversation and asking them how they enjoyed their stay.
Mia watched as Penelope fidgeted with an envelope in her hand, looking nervous to bring up whatever was in its contents. Mia recognized the envelope as one that came from the Ministry; undoubtedly it contained information as to when Penelope would sit for her trial. Mia decided to rip off the bandage, addressing the letter in her hand.
“Is that your trial information?”
Penelope nodded, handing her the envelope. She pulled the parchment out of the casing, hanging onto every word as she read.
This notice is to alert the following Defendant:
Penelope Elizabeth Clearwater
Of trial before the Muggle-born Registration Commission to determine blood status. Trial will take place at the Ministry of Magic in London on:
September 2^th, 1997
Defendant will need to report at 9:00 am sharp, and surrender wand at time of arrival. In the event of the Defendant evading trial, Aurors will be sent to arrest and detain, and be sentenced to Azkaban Prison without trial.
“Your trial is Tuesday” Mia muttered, handing the paper back to Penelope.
“You’ll have a whole day of trials under your belt at least” Remus offered “You’ll know what you can do to help her”
“I haven’t been able to sleep since the owl came.” Penelope said softly “I’m scared”
Mia swallowed hard, wishing there was something else she could say in this moment. She couldn’t deny her own fear, or her uncertainty of how much their lives would change after the trial. She threw her arms around her best friend’s neck, pulling her into a tight embrace.
“Me too”
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