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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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-1Remus
awoke with a start, his arms wrapped firmly around his…no, not
his wife, he thought with a grin. He remembered last night and knew
that when he opened his eyes, it would be to search through the mass
of brown hair and find her chocolate eyes. Fitting, he mused, seeing
as chocolate was one of his favorite things. Her gentle breathing
tickled his chest as he lazily began stroking her flannel clad hip.
A completeness such as he’d never known before surrounded him
and he sighed happily before pulling her tighter to him and willing
the day to never start.

Last
night had been amazing and, while completely innocent, he was left
with the realization that he connected with this witch like none
before. She rolled onto her back and he propped his head up by his
hand to watch her, chill bumps dotting his arm as her hair tickled
the elbow holding him close to her.

“It’s
not polite to stare,” she mumbled, barely peeking through her
heavy eyelids at him.

He
smiled as he continued to watch, his free hand now resting in the
curve of her waist and his thumb gently rubbing her exposed skin.
Ideas of how to earn her forgiveness, ‘preferably naked’,
the wolf had been adding to the end of every idea, had been plaguing
him since he had awoken those short moments ago.

“Am
I forgiven now?” he asked, his smile slowly fading when he
watched her features turn more serious.

Brown
eyes met blue and he held his breath as he waited for her to answer.
Gentle caresses of her barely exposed midriff never ceased, and she
didn’t act as though she wanted him to move, but he feared her
response nonetheless.

“I
can’t stay mad at you,” she sighed in resignation, “but
that doesn’t mean things are alright between us. However,”
she added, bringing her hand up to entwine her fingers with his own,
“I understand this has been difficult for you and I suppose I
can try to understand your position and the reasons why you used me
the way you did. I just don’t know what that means for us.”

She
looked so sad, so completely lost that his heart went out to her.
Nothing that had happened between them this last week could serve to
extinguish the fire she had lit within him, or the wolf.

“I
was trying to protect you,” he said softly, trying to pull away
from her and secretly smiling when she held on to his hand. “I
thought he, the wolf, hated you. How was I supposed to know what had
been going on? You’ve used me as well, Hermione, maybe not
purposely,” he added, holding up his hand to stop her imminent
interruption, “but it was my body you and he were using while I
was made completely unaware of the entire affair.”

“You’re
right,” she said, her voice coated in shame. “I just…I
didn’t…hell, I don’t know.”

He
couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of his mouth and
quickly tried to stifle it. “This is new territory for me as
well,” he said finally, his voice growing serious again. “I’m
married to someone else and then find out that, without my knowledge
or consent, I’ve been having an affair with someone half my
age.”

Hermione
looked away, and Remus could swear he saw sadness creeping into her
eyes. “I’m sorry, Remus, I truly am,” she said,
her voice breaking with emotion. “It’s just so hard
knowing that I’m good enough for the wolf, but for the man, I’m
not even close.”

“Hermione
that’s not…” A noise from the door brought them
from their conversation and back to what had awoken them in the first
place. Hermione, however, rolled over to face him and snuggled her
tight body in closer to his, hiding from what they both knew was
coming.

“Harry,
you really shouldn’t.”

“If
he’s in there, Sirius, I want to know!” He heard Harry’s
harsh whisper and, despite the impending blow up, smiled slightly to
himself. Like father like son.

“It
doesn’t really matter, does it? If he’s in there, then
obviously they’re both happy and we should leave them alone.
There’s more to them than you realize, Harry, more than even I
know.”

“Sure
they’re happy, until Tonks comes home, then what? Hermione is
better than this. Hell, Remus is better than this, so what are they
playing at?”

The
door creaked open and, even with his back to the two men, Remus heard
Harry’s angry gasp of surprise. Sirius chuckled softly and
walked quietly closer to them.

“Better
get up, Moony, the bitch…I mean your wife, will be home soon.”

“G’way,”
Hermione mumbled sleepily against his chest and Remus grinned down at
her, his heart growing when she wound herself deeper into his
embrace.

“You
heard the lady,” he said without looking back, “go away.”

“Your
wife, Remus,” Harry said coolly, “will be home soon and I
would prefer it if she didn’t find you in Hermione’s bed,
again.”

“I
would prefer it, Harry, if you let me fight my own battles. Remus is
warm and I am comfortable. Not to mention we both have our clothes
on, so obviously nothing happened.” Hermione buried even
deeper into his arms while he pulled her tighter and nuzzled her hair
again.

Harry
stormed out of the room with a very giddy, and quite sober, Sirius in
tow. Halfway to the kitchen, they heard someone in the library and
went to investigate. Tonks, looking worse for the wear after her
long night at work, stood over the table, but looked up quickly when
they walked in.

“Harry,
Sirius,” she smirked knowingly, “there’s something
I think you both should know.”

Sirius
strolled in, throwing his arm around his cousin and asking, “What
is it, dearest cousin of mine, that you know and we don’t?”

Harry,
however, kept looking to the door and then down the hall. The
discomfort of knowing that her husband was in bed with his best
friend was completely evident on his face. He hesitated until Sirius
threw him a pointed look, then he walked anxiously into the room.

“What
is it, Tonks? Did something happen last night?”

“Yes
and no,” she said seriously. “Nothing happened at work,
but I found out some things I think you should both know about.”
She looked almost nervous and they all sat down around the table.
“You both know that Remus and Hermione,” she said the
name like a disgusting diseased and Harry feared the worst, “have
been keeping things from us. Last night I found out what it was.
Now, I personally believe that because of their connection to us,
they should have confided their research and their results, but they
chose not to do so. I’ve been going back and forth with
whether or not to tell you what I know and have decided that you
deserve the truth…from someone at least.”

Sirius
looked intrigued, but also irritated at the way she was talking about
them and Harry was flat out curious. “Go on,” he
encouraged like a child being told what they were getting for
Christmas from Santa Clause himself.

“Well,”
she began haughtily, making Sirius cringe in disgust, “when I
was searching for something completely unrelated, I came across their
research by mistake. They have found a way to bring back those that
are stuck in the veil.”

Her
proud remark left the boys dumbfounded and only Hermione and Remus
glaring evilly from the doorway brought their attention back to the
matter at hand.

“Is
it true?” Sirius asked cautiously.

Hermione’s
response was honest. “No, it’s not.” She shot an
angrily look at Tonks, with whom Remus was already storming over to,
before saying more. “We think we might have found a way
to do something with the lost souls, but whether or not it will bring
them back is still uncertain.”

“But
you think you can do something with them, right. Somehow let them
come back or move on or…something?” Sirius asked
hopefully, a light shining in his usually guilt dimmed eyes.

Hermione
hesitated for a moment, but it was Remus who answered his long-time
friend. “Yes, Sirius, in all honesty I think we’ve found
a way to do something, we just don’t know what that something
is yet, nor do we know what effects it will have. We have a meeting
with Kingsley in a couple hours and then we’ll know more.”

A
contemplative look fell over Sirius’ features before he
grinned. “I’m going with you.”

“So
am I,” Harry added.

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~ ~***~ ~ ~

Three
hours later found them still sitting in the Minister’s office.
Remus could tell that Hermione was getting more and more nervous the
longer they continued and it didn’t help that the wolf kept
smelling Tonks and growling. Funny, that in just a short week he had
started referring to her as ‘Tonks’ again and wondering
why he ever married her to begin with. It seemed he had lied to
himself for almost a year and it took the wolf to show him what she
was really like; that and her incredible manipulative streak that he
knew nothing about previously.

He
walked up behind her and started massaging her tense shoulders as
they finally began walking down the hall of the Department of
Mysteries, allowing his warmth to seep into her as he softly
whispered into her ear, “You’ll do fine, Hermione, I have
no doubt.”

“You
know this should never have been allowed, Minister,” the old
Auror said snidely. The man had contradicted them with baseless
accusations for the last three hours and Remus was growing more and
more tired of him.

His
friend smirked and replied, “What could this slip of a girl and
her,” he paused, looking Remus up and down with obvious
disdain, “wolf, possibly have found that the
Unspeakables have not?”

Hermione
stopped in her tracks, addressing the two Aurors and bringing
everyone to a halt behind her. “You are more than welcome to
stay behind. Keeping with your stupidity will only get you left
where you stand and I won’t allow you the entrance you so
secretly covet.”

“Won’t
allow?!” he spat hatefully.

“Who
died and made you boss?” the other asked unintelligently.

Rolling
her eyes, Hermione responded, “All those I hope to free soon.
Now, what’s it going to be, are you going to play nice or not
at all?”

“Why
you little…” he snarled, advancing on her quickly only
to be stopped by Remus’ grip on his forearm.

“I
wouldn’t,” he said coldly, tightening his grip and making
the man’s face flush in anger.

“Don’t
touch me, wolf!”

“Enough!
Hermione, please continue on. The Unspeakables are waiting for us
and we don’t have time for this. McDavis, Bobar, do as she
says or stay where you are.”

They
reluctantly nodded their agreement to the Minister and Hermione
glared at them for a moment before leading them to the Rotating Room.

“Death
Chamber!” Kingsley called out and the doors suddenly stopped
spinning around them. A door opened to their right and they filed
through it and down the rickety and broken stone steps.

Hermione,
Remus, Sirius, and Harry stood at the top, waiting on the others to
descend and trying to get their emotions under control. Harry and
Remus had lost Sirius in this very room all those years ago and the
room itself held a terrifying secret that only Sirius fully
understood. Although Hermione hadn’t been in the room at the
time when Sirius fell through the veil, she had seen others’
memories repeatedly and felt their emotions now like they were her
own.

Turning
to face the others, she quietly said, “If you would rather stay
outside, I understand.” When they continued to stare at the
veil instead of acknowledging her, she spoke a bit louder. “Listen,
this is one of the reasons Remus and I didn’t want you to know.
Just being in this room is difficult enough and you shouldn’t
have to go through this.”

Without
looking at her, Sirius added softly, “And you didn’t want
us to get our hopes up.” He turned towards her with a weak
smile, “It’s okay…I’m okay. I mean, no
offense, but I don’t honestly expect this to work. Sure, when
Tonks told us this morning, we were both excited, but neither one of
us expects anything. Just do what you can and we’ll see what
happens.”

“Besides,”
Harry said jokingly, “it’ll be nice to actually walk down
these steps instead of falling the entire way.”

Hermione
looked at Remus, who nodded, and then down the steps. With a hand on
the small of her back, he gently guided her down to the floor and
towards the raised dais. She could feel him tense beside her and
knew that he, too, was reliving the battle.

“You
ready for this, kiddo?” Kingsley muttered in her ear when he
walked over.

Down
on the floor now, they could all see remnants of their battle with
the Death Eaters. Burned areas were scattered throughout the aged
room and the holes and cracks in the benches nicely fit most human
body parts. Ignoring this, Hermione nodded her head and took a shaky
breath before walking across the floor and toward her final goal.

She
could hear the voices now, much the way Harry and Luna had claimed
they could the first time. She no longer thought them crazy, but
understood that a person had to have an intimate knowledge of death
before it was possible to hear those that spoke from the realm of the
nonliving.

A
sharp gasp from her left drew her attention to Sirius and she saw,
not for the first time, how affected he was by the entire ordeal…and
how afraid.

“Alright
there, Sirius?” she asked, so only he could hear.

“I
will be,” he replied through clenched teeth and she smiled at
Kingsley when he patted Sirius‘s shoulder and began speaking to
him, slowly drawing him away from the others.

No
pressure, she thought to herself, before saying out loud, “Everyone
stay back and, um, keep your fingers crossed.” She muttered the
last bit to herself and jumped slightly when she felt something brush
against her back. No one was that close to her, so she shook off the
feeling and turned toward the bane of her very existence at the
moment when she heard his remark.

“Stay
back?” McDavis hissed quietly. “Why would we stay away
from the action?”

Remus
had walked up to the man when he had turned sharply to face Hermione.
“Because I told you to,” she said calmly.

“Because
you told me to? Who do you think you are? Do you really think you
can ride the coattails of Harry Potter this far? You are fooling no
one, little girl. This can’t be done and our time is being
wasted all because you get what you want by spreading your legs for
the Min…”

Remus
snarled angrily, “Finish that sentence and you will regret it.”

“Oh
really?” he asked, glancing to make sure the Minister was still
busy. “What are you going to do? Tonks has told me all about
you and I can assure you that I am far from scared.”

It
was obvious the Auror was bluffing about his lack of fear as beads of
sweat dotted his forehead and his eyes darted around the room. It
also appeared he had absolutely no sense of self-preservation. Remus
stepped closer to the man and snapped in a low tone right in the
man’s ear, “Speak to her again and I will…bite
you.”

With
a terrified look on his very pale face, McDavis stumbled to the
bench and sat with the others, his wide eyes never leaving Remus as
though he feared an attack the second he turned his back. Remus,
however, winked at Hermione and she thought for a moment she could
see amber flash in his blue eyes.

Nerves
began to overwhelm her when she looked back at the dais and noticed
everyone watching her with looks of excitement and skepticism. Remus
turned her to face him and, with his hands firmly gripping her
shoulders, she felt encouraged and uplifted by his words.

“You
can do this,” he said, willing her to believe him. “I’m
right here. Forget about everything and concentrate on the veil and
the souls trapped inside. We’ve only been at this for days,
Hermione, and you can’t expect it to work on the first try.”

She
nodded her head and he smiled that warm smile which never failed to
go straight to her heart. “Show me the girl whose biggest fear
was failing a few exams and I’ll show you the woman who can
conquer anything. I’m right here,” he reassured her
again.

Turning
back to the dais, she smiled as she walked slowly closer. She was
concentrating on her task so completely that she missed Sirius
telling Harry not to worry about how close she and Remus had become;
she missed the gazes that bored into her back and also the loving
look on Remus’ face as he watched the woman he was truly
falling in love with work a miracle.

When
she approached the dais, she touched it gently with one hand and then
began murmuring words she hoped would bring them back. Assuming only
so many souls would be found in the veil, she jumped right into the
memorized spell that Remus had prepared and began chanting over and
over.

For
several long, agonizing moments, nothing happened; there were no
changes to the dais itself, nor to the people around her. Worry and
self-doubt began to creep inside her mind, but she continued on.
When the amount of magical energy she was using began to fatigue her
body, she pushed onward still and willed herself to manage more.
Reassurance began to flood her when she felt Remus’ warm hand
slide into hers. She looked down at their joined hands briefly
before looking back up to his supportive face. Sirius stood beside
them and, with their support, she began chanting again, only louder
and with more force.

It
was just as she was ready to give in to the inevitable, just as her
body was screaming in protest that it could take no more, she felt
the strength surge from Remus into herself and the air begin to hum
and buzz around her. She glanced to the high ceiling for only a
second and saw the foggy forms of lost souls stream from the veil and
swirl into the air around them. Several people squealed in surprise
and, had she had the opportunity, Hermione would have laughed at
McDavis’ reaction. Instead, however, she continued to chant as
the fogs began to shift between air and corporeal shapes. She had to
hold back her gasp of surprise at what she saw before her.

When
she heard Sirius’ strangled cry from beside her, she chanced a
glance in his direction. His body was changing, the outlines
blurring as his feet began to lift from the ground. She quickly
released Remus’ hand and grabbed Sirius’ shoulder as she
continued her chant. His body wavered back and forth and the shocked
expression, mixed with outright fear, on his face scared her more
than anything she had ever seen in her life.

Tears
began sliding down her cheeks when she suddenly realized that if they
continued to save the souls from the veil, in the way in which they
were doing at the moment, they would lose Sirius, perhaps lose them
all. But, it was too late to stop and she knew she had no choice
other than to continue. Sirius seemed to know that as well, and he
solemnly nodded his head to her while pulling her hand away from his
shoulder, keeping his eyes locked on hers as his body faded further
and further into the fogginess that matched those around him.

“NO!”
Remus and Harry shouted together, both grabbing Sirius and trying
desperately to ground him before he became lost to them once
more-this time forever.

In
all of the confusion--the screams from startled mortals, the buzzing
from the lost souls that were half there and half not, and Harry and
Remus trying to hold on to Sirius--no one noticed the hands that
suddenly materialized from behind her until it was too late, until
Hermione screamed in surprise and panic only seconds before her tired
body was pushed forward and engulfed by the veil itself. They all
stopped to watch, stunned, as the lost souls screeched with ungodly
sounds and Hermione floated away from them like a leaf on a gentle
breeze.
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