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Hollywood Tonight	By : LerDan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3939 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. OCs are mine. I make no money from this story.

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Chapter 6:

His kisses started to wander on her face, kissing her cheek, her closed eyelids, her small nose, her forehead, her right temple then the left one; he then kissed her cheek again and moved closer to her ear. He softly nibbled on her earlobe causing her to cry out in ecstasy. As she tightened her legs on him, and was already thinking to do more than kissing him, there was a knock on the door.

"Fuck," breathed Remus, his hands cupping Hermione's soft face, he leaned his forehead on hers and tried to gain his breathing back to normal. There was another knock on the door and Hermione pulled back a bit and smiled softly at Remus, when she saw that his lips were smothered with Hermione's red lipstick, she reached up and wiped them away with her fingers. She felt a shiver ran down her spine when he kissed the tip of her middle finger as it grazed on his lips. Hermione swallowed hard and gave him a tissue, and plopped off the counter, adjusting her robe back to normal, and idly fingering the piercing that was bellow her lower lip. She had many piercings and tattoos and she liked all of them, and thought back in time when she was younger and thought that in time all people who had a tattoo would regret it when they were older, but now she understood that they were too cool to be regretted for.

She walked towards her door and opened it. Her breath left her as Harry embraced her to him, into a bone-crushing hug. "I'm so glad that you are alright!"

"Can't…breathe…" Hermione choked out.

"Yeah, right, sorry," Harry said quickly and released her taking a step back. Draco was right next to Harry, looking concerned as ever.

"Are you really fine, Hermione?" he asked with a low voice.

"Yes, I'm good. Come in," she said and walked into her dressing room. She saw that Remus was now leaning on the table his legs and arms crossed over, a blank look on his face.

"What really happened?" asked Harry, after he nodded to Remus.

"I really don't know, I…you know that I make an eye-contact with the customers to make it more exciting," Harry nodded, "Yes, so…uhm…he just reached out and grabbed my leg. I tried to kick his hand away, but he tugged on it one more time and the next thing I know I'm falling down, but I didn't reach my 'final destination' because Remus popped by my side from nowhere."

"Remus is always at the right place, at the right time," said Draco and sighed. "Damn, for a second I thought you were… God…" he shook his head and grimaced, crossing his arms on his chest, looking away. Hermione smiled softly and walked towards Draco, she cupped his cheek and forced him to look at her.

"I'm fine now, it was just a small accident, and you know it Draco. This like…this happens, and I have been through worse and you know it," the last part came out as a whisper, and Draco relaxed a bit and pulled Hermione into a hug. Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her head on his chest. The man was too tall, and had a firm chest, and he had such a male scent on him that Hermione now understood why Harry fell for him and then married him. Harry joined them few minutes later and hugged Hermione from the back; Hermione felt safe in the middle of his two friends, but not as safe as with…

"Remus?" Hermione asked and looked around her, Remus was still standing in his same position. He looked up and saw Hermione watching him.

"Yes?" he asked, his voice a bit dull, as if he was still thinking about…something.

"I…thanks," Hermione said awkwardly and leaned back into Draco's warm embrace.

"It was my pleasure," he said and straightened out, "I better get going then. Good night." He walked swiftly towards the door, leaving in haste.

Draco and Harry shared a glance at each other, as Hermione's brow furrowed and bit her lip. Harry only shook his head and rubbed her back.

Hermione's mind was racing. What really happened now was a pre-view of what might happen when she would give in to her passion. Something was stirring deep inside her; she was positive that it was the tale-tell sign of her teenager-hood crush. Was it that? That now she wanted nothing more than to seek the tall and wild man out and kiss his endlessly, sweetly tasting lips? Was it her crush? Or was it something else entirely? For example; she craved for sex. She now admitted to her friends prodding, that she needed descent shag. Her brow furrowed even further, what if he wouldn't want her for…that kind of relationship? What if he wanted a relationship that signed 'no strings attached' just a sex between two people who craved sex? What if he didn't want her for anything? What if he disliked her? She shook her head mentally to answer her own last question. If that kiss was something to go by and not noticing it…but he said that he wanted her…closer to him. Hermione was pulled out of her reverie when Harry lightly shook her shoulder.

"Hermione?" he asked uncertainly. "What was happening here?" at Hermione's somewhat quizzical look, Harry added, "You answered to your door a bit late than usual-"

"-That's no excuse for anything that might've happened here-"

"-Remus was a bit uncomfortable-"

"-He was very comfortable-"

"-And he had a red lipstick on his lips-"

"-What if it wasn't a lipstick?-"

"AND YOUR LIPSTICK IS A BIT SMUDGED," Harry finally said loudly. The two friends were facing each other, Draco was standing to the side, not judging anyone with his stares or anything, he was just standing there, as if he was…bored.

"What's with you, Hermione? I don't give a fuck who you fuck, and you know it, but you lying to me, I know when you lie, stop looking at me like that," he said and pointed his forefinger at Hermione, who frowned once again. "I just want to know if we interrupted something."

Hermione took a deep breath, not understanding why she felt angry about Harry's questioning. After a moment, her anger faded, and she looked at Harry with apology in her eyes, "It doesn't matter now, is it?" she sighed and gave a hollow laugh, walking around Harry, towards her cleansing tools, she sat at her chair and faced the mirror; she liked the piercings she saw on her face. One was under her lower lip, the other on her right side of her nose, and the other one was on her left side brow. She sighed and started cleaning her heavily shadowed right eye, "If he wanted something, then he would've stayed here and waited for me, or for you to leave, but he was the one who left and it seemed like it was a sign for me that he doesn't want anything to do with me, or my hormonal-sex-loaded mind," she started on her other eye, still looking at her in the mirror. "Who would want me, Harry? I'm broken…broken beyond repair."

"He doesn't even know that you are broken, but…" said a voice and Hermione nearly lost her balance in her seat. She turned around and saw none other than Sirius Black leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets, looking a bit disheveled and handsome as always, "if you talked to him, and told him what happened to you all those years ago," he started to walk towards Hermione, "he might understand you, and might accept you the way you are, after all," he kneeled in front of Hermione and lightly touched her knee, smiling at her face, "you know that Remus is a bit broken himself."

"I know that, but I just feel a bit…"

"Shy? Awkward?" Sirius quirked up and eyebrow and said, "Don't tell me that he is not your type? He is quite handsome, if I say so myself, and you know me," he winked at her, "I won't be friends with anyone who is as ugly as a Blast-Ended Skrewts or I don't know what their names are."

Hermione laughed softly and realized that she felt a bit better after Sirius talked to her and made her see some sense. "You do know that I want to tell you, but I-"

Sirius cut her-off swiftly, by saying, "-you want to tell him first, because he was the one who had found you first? Yes, yes I know all that." Sirius stood up, bringing Hermione up with him, they were standing close to each other, and Hermione idly wondered if Draco and Harry were still in the room, "Go and catch him, kitten. You know he would appreciate it if you talked to him. He will understand you, I can feel it. Whatever it was that forced you out of the world that you were supposed to be in right now, he will understand you. I don't care if you'll tell me later, but I'd like to know," he winked at her, "he is the first person that must know your 'secret'."

"Why you and Harry, and sometimes Draco, tell me to talk to Remus? I mean, what would I gain from there? What is it that none of you are telling me?" murmured Hermione, searching Sirius' grey eyes.

"Maybe you'll find happiness there, kitten, best to give it a shot, eh?"

"Yeah," Hermione sighed, and Sirius leaned in and kissed Hermione on the lips, and then pulled back, winked at her and left the room. With a bit sluggish mind she realized that she was definitely alone. She turned and looked herself in the mirror. She hastily pulled her hair into a messy bun and started to dress as quickly as she could. She determined to avoid anyone that would meet her in her way and she pulled her hoody on her head and started to run out of her dressing- room.

When she was outside, she started to walk the sidewalk and into the main street. When she was in the heart of the London, a bit breathless, she awkwardly looked around her and with a jolt she realized that she didn't know where Remus lived now. She pulled out her phone out and wrote a message to Harry.

Harry, do you know where Remus lives?

She waited for a minute then her phone beeped.

Yeah, what's up?

Not answering his question she wrote her own question.

Can you possibly give it to me? I'll tell you later, promise.

The answer was almost immediate. Hermione threw her hand up and she called 'TAXI!' as loud as she was able and a minute later a taxi was pulled in front of her. She hastily climbed in and gave him directions and when the driver wanted to protest, Hermione said "I'll pay you double, just get me there as soon as you can!" The driver only shrugged and pushed on the gas, driving away as fast as he could, and Hermione couldn't help but feel grateful.

After what seemed like forever, but it was only a forty- minutes- drive from London to the side hill, to a small village, by taxi; the car was finally pulling in front of a well worn out cottage. Hermione, as she promised, paid the driver double, and walked out of the car. The taxi left as soon as Hermione slammed the door shut, and she was standing alone in a homey -looking street.

She looked around herself and she started walking towards the house she had come tonight. It was dark outside, and Hermione was sure that he was already asleep. She stumbled her way towards his front door and with a slightly shaky hand rapped sharply on the door; she bit her lip and waited. She rapped on it again and heard sudden small noises from inside. She rapped once again, and heard him curse quite colorfully and shouted "Coming!" Hermione's hand shook as she heard his approaching footsteps, her breathing was ragged and she tried to control the shakiness of her body off her. She heard him descending the stairs, still swearing under his breath and then she heard the unmistakable sound of the unlocking of the door.

After a moment the door was swung open and much disheveled and rather sexy Remus Lupin only in his briefs was standing right in front of a very aroused Hermione Granger. She, on the other hand, licked her lips as she thought if she will have the chance to taste his slightly haired chest, she completely ignored the scars on his chest and torso, which was moving rapidly up and down with each labored breath he took. Hermione wrenched her eyes away from his very tempting chest and looked at his handsome face. His green eyes were now amber and she liked the color changing in them. For a moment they only stood there and watched each other the both of them breathing hard. Maybe Remus' hard breath was because of his hasty leaving of his bed, but Hermione couldn't help but hope that his breathing was due to her. She licked her lips and before Remus could utter a single world, she blurted out, "Fuck me?"

"With great pleasure," growled Remus and reached out for Hermione, wrapping his arms on her waist and pulling her roughly inside his house, slamming her into his chest, claiming her lips into a bruising hard kiss and kicking the door shut after them.
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