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Dizzy In The Heat	By : DivineAngel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Remus/Hermione Views: 16130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: CAUTION! This
chapter contains scenes that may cause you to pounce on the nearest
living (or not) thing. Not to be read in circumstances that prevent
immediate release! ;-p enjoy.

Chapter
6: Angel (Come and Save Me Tonight)

Hermione felt, not for
the first time, conflicted as she walked through muggle London in a
haze. Relief coursed through her veins having finally ended things
with Ron, but she felt a little saddened by it too. It was the end of
a very long era, the last of her school days were over and she knew
that her life was changing more than she truly appreciated before.
Her thoughts drifted to Remus, the man she was beginning to yearn
for. He was most definitely a man, where Ron was still a boy and she
found that she valued the difference in their ages more and more,
without it really seeming significant at the same time.

She found herself on the
sickly hot tube, heading for Camden Town. London was packed with
tourists, which didn't improve the excruciating heat and the
underground was sticky with sweating bodies. Hermione needed to
ground herself though, unpleasant though it was, she needed to be
surrounded by people, not zipping through the ether on her own. So
she endured the journey and disembarked at her stop, finding her way
up to the market street above, which was also busy.

With a deep and resolute
breath Hermione set about focussing on the task of finding a few nice
things to wear in this heat. She idly thumbed through rails of all
sorts of clothes she would never buy, one stall after another, being
nudged and bumped by the throng of people as she slowly but surely
made her way through the market.

It took several long
hours, but she came away from Camden with a few new things that she
was happy with and apparated back to Grimmauld Place. The afternoon
was drawing late but the sun was still high overhead as she entered
the old house sandwiched between more modest muggle dwellings.
Hermione vanished her purchases to her room and went straight to the
kitchen to get a glass of water and think about what on earth she was
going to cook for the meal she had persuaded Remus with.

Hermione ended up
standing in the kitchen idly looking through cupboards, only half
noticing what was in them. With a huff she drew her wand and set some
potatoes peeling and some pastry mixing. She didn't like cooking with
magic, it was an area she had never devoted much time to and always
claimed to be no good at it. That wasn't strictly true, as with all
other things she tried her hand at, domestic spells came easily to
her and she left the food preparing itself while she went upstairs to
get changed.

Just before seven thirty,
Hermione checked herself in the mirror in the hall and dashed to the
kitchen to take her quiche out of the oven, the potatoes were already
in a bowl on the table, next to the salad she had already prepared.
Her stomach was churning with nerves as she fussed around the
kitchen, lighting candles and extinguishing the large oil lamps that
normally lit the basement room.

'Calm down.' She chided
herself and stopped fussing to take a deep breath. A moment later she
heard the door bell up in the hall and with a flutter in the pit of
her stomach she jogged up the narrow staircase to the hall and went
to the door. She patted the skirt of her new, sky blue summer dress
down over her hips and opened the door, Remus stood there in his
usual robes looking as nervous as she felt. With a small smile she
let him in, unsure whether she should give him a hug or quick kiss
as she closed the door on the sticky London evening.

'Hello.' He said softly
and they stood there in the hall looking at each other, both looking
uncomfortable.

'Hi.' She smiled and
decided on action, she leaned into him and gave him a one armed hug,
pecking him on the cheek. She felt his hand skim along her arm and
the hairs on it stood up on end at the hint of contact. Taking his
hand, Hermione set off for the kitchen. 'I cooked.' She beamed over
her shoulder at him and to her relief he was smiling broadly.

'I can smell it. Smells
great.' Once they got to the kitchen Remus slid off his heavy black
robes and vanished them with a flick of his wand. Hermione gave him
an appraising look on seeing his light tan trousers and stylish white
shirt. She got the feeling that his outfit was somewhat retro, but he
pulled it off well and looked good enough to eat in clothes that were
snug or loose in all the right places. He held out a bottle of wine
that she had failed to notice before and she took it graciously.

'Thank you, Remus.' She
put it on the table and watched him for a reaction as she charmed the
food to dish itself up. He grinned at her and they both laughed,
finally breaking the tension between them.

'I knew it.' He beamed.
'I knew you had no trouble with this kind of magic!' She licked her
lips and continued to giggle.

'Well, I don't do it
often. I don't like to get lazy.' He nodded.

'Me either.'

'Sit down.' She indicated
a chair and took the other one herself. She had ensured there only
two chairs in the room for once, positioned at one corner of the long
table so as to keep things intimate. Remus poured the wine as
Hermione sent the dishes floating to the sink, setting them down
silently. They ate with light conversation, avoiding anything too
serious. Hermione told Remus about shopping in Camden, he talked to
her about his garden suffering in the drought. She wanted to bring up
her conversation with Ron, but was wary of spoiling the relaxed mood
or assuming anything about what was going to happen next between
them. She felt a little tension from Remus too and hoped it was just
nerves and not second thoughts.

When they finished eating
Remus removed the plates and Hermione refilled their wine glasses.
She watched as he leaned heavily against the kitchen worktop, his
head hung low. She had a feeling she knew what was bothering him and
she ached at the thought that after all this he would push her away.

'Hermione?' His voice was
low and sombre and she stood up to go to him, stopping herself at the
last moment and clutched the table behind her.

'Remus. I know what
you're thinking. I know that you think I should be with someone my
own age, someone who doesn't have to go into isolation every four
weeks.' His shoulders tightened visibly, but she pressed on. 'Quite
frankly, Remus, it's about time you stopped worrying about other
people and let yourself be loved.' He spun to face her, his face
twitched. 'You are so quick to push people away. You have been
rejected so much in your life because of your lycanthropy, you expect
to be rejected so you do it first. I think you get confused when
someone likes you, you so desperately welcome people's approval all
the while expecting them to take it away.' A small smile formed at
the edge of his lips at her gentle scolding. 'You need to trust
someone, to trust me. I am not a little girl, I know what you are and
I'm here, I'm here telling you that it's OK to let me in. I won't let
you push me away like you did Tonks.' He blanched at that and looked
down at the floor.

'That was...' He stalled
and Hermione walked over to him, resting a hand on his firm chest.

'Foolish. You pushed and
pushed at her. At first she refused to let you, but she got tired and
you both ended up alone. You are a good man, no matter what happens
under the full moon the rest of the month you are a wonderful, caring
man. You're so busy worrying about what other people deserve you've
forgotten that you deserve someone amazing.' She tilted his chin to
look at her and pressed herself close to him. 'Like me.' She smiled
and he returned it, taking hold of her waist, his hands sliding
across her back before she drew his lips to hers and kissed him
passionately.

They grasped each other
tightly, she felt his fingers entwine in her hair and she lifted
herself up, longing for closer contact, despite already being pressed
against him. Reluctantly he pulled back and set her feet carefully on
the floor and Hermione drew an unsteady breath.

'You're right.' She
tilted her head and grinned. 'Didn't think I'd say that?' He asked
and she shook her head.

'No, I expected more
resistance.' She laughed a little and dropped her eyes. She felt
relief and hope all mixed up with an intense lust that she
desperately wanted to indulge. Remus suddenly grabbed her, hooking
his arms through hers and planting his hands on her back side, he
lifted her with incredible strength that she wouldn't have known was
there from his slim build. She locked her ankles behind him and
pressed her core against him, heat building there rapidly. He planted
his lips on hers and thrust his tongue up against hers as he walked
steadily across the kitchen and set her to rest on the table where he
moved his lips down to her neck. Her roughly tugged at the thin
straps of her dress, pulling them over her slender shoulders and
assaulted her milky skin with nips of his teeth and flicks of his
tongue. Hermione let her head fall back and she clung to his strong
arms as they held her while his mouth explored her skin. She felt a
sigh escape her and she relaxed the grip of her legs as she sank into
the feelings erupting inside.

Remus had a permanent
stubble on his jaw and it bristled roughly against her as he
continued to enjoy her neck and shoulders, inching ever down towards
her ample cleavage. She ran her hands through his hair, which was
peppered with grey before its time, a sign of the stress placed upon
his body by the change he must endure each month. She could feel the
beast in him at that moment, a slight growl under his ragged breath
against her chest as he tugged at her dress with his teeth. It sent
electricity coursing through her veins, arousing her even more with
the knowledge that there was this uncontrollable side to him, just
under the restrained surface. Her fingers got to work unbuttoning his
shirt, she yanked it off over his shoulders and tossed it to the
floor. She caressed his toned chest, it was covered in fine hair and
it felt odd in comparison to the bare skin of Ron's undefined chest,
she found that she liked the feel of it and traced the line of hair
that ran over his stomach down into his trousers and he planted his
mouth on hers again so that she swallowed his guttural groan.

She fumbled with the
button and fly of his trousers as he unhooked her legs from behind
his back and ran his hands up her smooth, long legs, making the hairs
all over her body stand on end. His finger tips reached the cotton
shorties she was wearing and halted for a moment. Hermione sensed his
hesitation and urged him on by roughly pulling his trousers down over
his hips and letting them pool at his ankles and Remus went on. He
tucked his thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and she lifted
her bottom up so that he could pull them down. He slid them slowly
over her hips and down her thighs, breathing deeply against the crook
of her neck and Hermione tucked her legs up so he could pull them
right off without stepping away from her. She quickly caught him back
between her thighs and captured his lips for more hot kissing, eager
to feel his hands on her and all that was to come.

Remus let his hands roam
over her back before sliding up her front and over her breasts and
Hermione tipped her head back again, moaning under his patient
ministrations. He held her firmly with one hand in the small of her
back, while the other squeezed one round breast over her dress that
was now hitched up to her hips and hanging off her upper body and his
lips brushed over her neck.

Hermione began to crave
more and she tugged at his boxer shorts with impatience, letting them
slip down his muscular legs and she felt his erection press against
her inner thigh. She moaned and twisted her body, closing the gap
between them, feeling his heat on hers.

'Hermione.' He murmured
as he took her lips again, still massaging her breast and holding her
firmly. She wriggled a hand down between them and stroked his hard
length, feeling the velvet soft skin and how hot and throbbing he
was. She directed him to her centre and took a sharp breath as he
slid slowly into her. He had both more length and girth to him than
she had so far experienced and she felt herself stretching for him.
It felt so right and good as they locked eyes and held each other
tightly for a moment. Slowly Remus began to rock against her, drawing
his length out and back in gently, their hands finally still and lips
a little open just inches from each other, eyes fixed and breathing
in unison. 'Oh god.' He sighed as his eyes closed. He could clearly
no longer hold the beast in check and his finger nails dug into the
backs of her shoulders as he thrust more vigorously.

Hermione let herself drop
back onto the table as Remus clung to her hips and pounded in and out
of her, his face straining with desire too long contained. She felt
her orgasm build rapidly, this wild and frenzied fucking new to her.
She cried out loudly, her voice echoing against the high ceiling. She
was vaguely aware of forming words as her eyes closed and back
arched. She came hard, clamping down on his cock and he came with
her, a growl escaping his swollen lips, and he pumped his seed into
her before collapsing on her stomach with an exhausted moan.

Hermione's hand tangled
in his hair and she looked up at the ceiling, her throat sore and her
body aching for more.

AN: Well? It certainly
got me hot and bothered as I wrote it. Let me know what you thought.
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