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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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Chapter
8: Into My Arms

Hermione gradually came
to consciousness from vivid dreams about far away places and exotic
magic, she could still smell the spices as her senses awoke to the
bedroom at Grimmauld Place. She didn't open her eyes at first, she
felt Remus pressed against her back, one arm under her neck, the hand
of which lazily kneaded her breast. His other hand was idly stroking
the nook between her belly and the top of her leg and his lips were
gently kissing her shoulder. She smiled and nuzzled her bottom
against him, feeling his arousal firm against her warm skin.

Hermione's eyes flickered
open to see the room bathed in soft, early morning sunlight, a
distinct streak of it fell across the floor through a gap in the
curtains. They had fallen asleep on top of the covers, the heat far
too much even at night and the room was warming up quickly with the
rising sun and Hermione could feel herself getting restless.

Remus pressed against
her, intensifying his kisses slightly and she sighed deeply as his
erection pressed between her clammy thighs. His hand roamed over her
skin and slipped down over her sweet spot, gently parting her legs
and he slid smoothly into her slick passage. Hermione closed her legs
again, feeling her muscles clamp down on him, tightening the contact
and slowly Remus began to rock, spooning her gently.

Hermione's breath drew
short at the sensation, feeling the tip of his length rubbing back
and forth over her g-spot. Remus continued to massage her breasts
with one hand, while his other snaked across her pelvis, ensuring she
kept stroke with his slow rocking motion. She still felt very tired
and she relaxed into the rhythm, closing her eyes and feeling the
intimacy flow through her body, a small smile playing her lips.

They moved like that for
some time, just rocking slowly, their bodies growing increasingly
moist from the sweat between them and ever so slowly the pleasure
built until Hermione's breath was ragged and her soft panting grew to
louder moans. An orgasm snuck up on her, she found herself crying out
in a deep, hoarse voice, symptomatic of morning dry mouth. As she
came down again she felt Remus' grip loosen and he slowed down again.
She snorted with a little laughter.

'Going for the world
record?' She asked with a grin. Remus chuckled and nuzzled into her
hair.

'Maybe.' He murmured and
they went on spooning softly.

Hermione watched the
streak of sunlight grow more bright on the floor and vaguely wondered
what time it was and how long they had been going for. All thoughts
other than Remus drifted back out of her brain soon enough though as
Remus picked up the pace again and she was soon at his mercy. She
grew restless for a conclusion in the midst of her own orgasm and
gave him an impatient tug. Remus obliged and rolled her onto her
front without breaking stride, she lifted her hips for him and he
took his weight on his elbows either side of her arms, entwining his
fingers with hers and keeping close to her back. Hermione's orgasm
flowed into the next, her pleasure growing more vocal as he thrust
more vigorously and Hermione felt an intensity from the closeness
that made for a highly emotive climax.

Remus came with a
shudder, his fingers tightly gripping Hermione's and his breath hot
and ragged on her neck. Gradually he slowed and the pair lay panting
for several long moments before Remus rolled off Hermione and flopped
down on his back next to her. Hermione rolled onto her side and
wriggled up next to him, draping her arm across his chest and she
sighed contentedly.

'Morning.' She giggled
and he drew his arm under her and pulled her tightly to his chest.
'What a way to wake up.' She grinned up at him and he smirked back.

'I'm glad you liked it.'

'It's a shame, I don't
think that particular sport is noted in the Guinness Book of
Records.' She craned her neck to look at Remus, a bemused frown
creased his brow and she shook her head. 'Never mind.' She smiled and
nuzzled against him. She let her thoughts wander to the intensity of
her last orgasm, she found that she enjoyed being engulfed by him, he
was on her back, his arms either side of her completely surrounding
her and somehow that had made her feel so safe and loved. She was
rapidly falling deeply for this man, within twenty-four hours she had
gone from holding a crush to having an intense and passionate sexual
relationship with him. It was very fast but she felt nothing but
excitement over it, no trepidation, although she wasn't sure if he
was allowing himself to be quite so swept away.

Eventually Hermione felt
restless and she extracted herself from his warm embrace with a
little reluctance.

'Shall I make some tea?'
She asked, getting off the bed and throwing a light silk robe on and
tying it loosely at her waist.

'Hmm. Sounds good.' He
replied, stirring from his thoughts and looking up at her with a
dreamy smile. Hermione took up her wand and tucked it into the front
pocket of her robe. She wandered down the stairs, her bare feet
sticking slightly to the wooden floor with each step, but she felt
light and happy, a slight euphoria filling her from all the sex. As
she descended the stairs from the hallway to the kitchen she heard
the whistle of the kettle on the stove and realised that Harry must
be back, an odd, detached feeling about it and she entered the
kitchen with a smile for her house-mate.

'Harry.' She grinned at
him, as he turned from buttering his toast. He grinned back and
rushed forward to give her a big hug, lifting her from the floor.

'Hermione!' He set her
down and continued to beam at her. She raised an eyebrow at him,
curious as to his good mood.

'Good trip?' She asked,
unsure if it was the right question.

'Oh, that, well yes. But
you...' He said, teasingly.

'What?' She asked as she
went about putting some tea leaves into a pot and began pouring the
freshly boiled water.

'I'm really glad you made
up.' Harry said, going back to his toast. Hermione stopped and gently
set the kettle down.

'Sorry?'

'You and Ron.' Hermione's
cheeks flared up red as she realised that Harry must have heard her
vocal performance. She didn't know what to say. She didn't want to
reveal who she had in her bed, but she couldn't lie.

'Ah. Harry...' She
trailed off and went back to pouring water into the tea pot. 'That's
not really what happened.'

'Oh.' He looked a little
disappointed. 'So, break up sex then?' She raised her eyebrows and
drew a long breath with a tight smile.

'Something like that.
When did you get back?'

'Early, about five.' She
nodded as she got cups out of the cupboard.

'What time is it now?'
She asked, glancing up at the clock over the fireplace. It was just
past eight thirty and she wondered just how long she and Remus had
been engaged. A smile crept onto her face.

'Sorry, if I embarrassed
you.' Harry offered.

'No, I'm sorry. This is
your house.' She replied, feeling deeply embarrassed.

'No it's fine. Just,
maybe in future...' He gave her shoulder a playful jab, 'Cast a
silencing charm.' They both chuckled.

'Yeah. Listen, Harry, I
would really appreciate it if you kept this to yourself. Don't
mention it to Ron.' She chewed her lip as she finished, hoping he
would interpret her correctly. She wanted him to believe he was
saving his best friend from embarrassment, she did not want Ron
finding out that she was sleeping with someone else so soon after
breaking up with him.

'OK.' Harry looked a
little confused, but he was clearly trying to understand. Hermione
drew her wand and vanished the tea tray up to her room. She gave
Harry a smile and set off back upstairs, breathing a sigh of relief.

Hermione got to her room
and leaned back against the door as she closed it behind her. Remus
was sat in his boxer shorts, the tea tray in front of him and he was
pouring tea through the strainer. He looked up and gave her a warm
smile. Hermione cast a quick silencing charm on the door before Remus
could speak.

'You alright?' He asked
with mild concern. She nodded.

'Harry's back.'

'Ah.' He said brightly as
he continued pouring the tea.

'He heard us, well, me.'
She said with an apologetic shrug.

'Ah.' Remus said,
solemnly. Hermione walked over to the bed and sat down careful not to
rock the tray. 'What did he say?' Remus asked, handing her a cup.

'He thought I was with
Ron.' She drew her lip up between her teeth and felt terrible telling
Remus this.

'I see.' He said calmly
sipping his own tea.

'I let him believe that.
I want to keep us private for as long as possible.' She said,
tentatively, unsure how he would react.

'Yes. Good.' He nodded
and smiled reassuringly.

'I let him think it was,
you know, break up sex.' Remus snorted into his tea and Hermione
laughed in response. 'Well, I don't want him congratulating Ron on
getting back together or anything, the cat would be out of the bag.
Just imagine Ron's face!'

'No, no, very sound
tactic.' Remus smiled as he patted down the light spray of tea from
his legs.

Hermione found the idea
of being overheard incredibly embarrassing, but the idea that she
would produce noises like that from Ron's fumblings was ridiculous.
She was convinced that she had never experienced an orgasm with Ron,
now that she had this for comparison and she flushed again at the
thought of her inexperience. 'You alright?' Remus asked softly,
bringing Hermione's head up from the point on the bed she had her
eyes fixed on.

'Yes. Just really
embarrassed.' She smiled.

'Well, how's this for a
plan?' He put his cup down and shuffled on the bed to face her and
planted his palms on her thighs. 'You expressed an interest in seeing
my house some weeks ago. I have to get back to check on my garden
this morning, so why don't you come with me?' She grinned as she
looked into his earnest eyes. 'It'll get you away from Harry and out
of London, get some clean air.' He lifted a hand and gave her nose a
little stroke with his finger.

'Sounds great.' She
beamed. 'I'm going to have a shower first though.' She kissed him and
quickly finished her tea.

Remus sat back against
the pillows and watched as she tossed her robe over a chair and
gathered towels from a shelf in her dresser, padding around the room
naked. She felt unusually confident around him, she didn't usually
walk around naked, chronic self-consciousness prevented it until now.
She went into the bathroom and turned the shower on, setting the
towels down on a stool and looked back out into the bedroom to see
him watching her intently. 'Well?' She called over the sound of the
shower beating down. He looked at her questioningly. 'You joining me
or not?' She asked with a wicked grin. He didn't need prompting,
Remus leapt from the bed and removed his boxers en route to her side,
drawing her into his arms and kissing her passionately as he backed
her into the large cubicle and slid the door shut behind him.

They kissed and washed
each other, the water set to a cool setting to counter the growing
heat of the day and they lathered one another with foaming gel, their
slick bodies rubbing together. Hermione took hold of his erection and
firmly stroked it as they kissed under the heavy flow of water, his
hands held her face as he lashed at her mouth with his tongue. She
felt him moan into her mouth as he came in her hand and over her
tummy, the water washing them clean quickly. A moment later he had
her pressed against the glass door, out from under the shower-head,
his hand danced over her soapy hip and between her thighs and he
returned the favour, delving into her with two fingers. She moaned
into his mouth as he built her climax quickly, teasing her g-spot and
clitoris repeatedly, vaguely aware that the sound of the shower alone
would drown out any noise she made, never mind the silencing charm on
the bedroom door.

Once they were both seen
to they washed their hair and laughed and joked through the rest of
their shower. Hermione felt herself growing ever more comfortable
with Remus, their connection grew deeper and more intimate each time
they touched or kissed and this shower gave ample opportunity to
explore one another's bodies. She traced the scars on his body from
fights in both human and wolf forms, she watched the foam make its
way over his hairy body and felt his muscles move under his pale
skin. His rough hands trailed over her curves, teased her taught
nipples and smooth, young body. She had gained a little weight over
the previous year, but it had dropped away again this summer, it had
just been too hot to eat, and he caressed the faint stretch marks on
her hips. She felt totally unashamed of her body for the first time
and more curious about the male form now that she had a grown man to
explore.

Eventually he turned the
shower off and they reluctantly stepped from the cubicle and gathered
towels about themselves, drying and dressing in silence, serene
smiles exchanged every few seconds. Hermione began to contemplate how
to get Remus out of the house without seeing Harry, hoping that
whatever had taken him away for twenty four hours had kept him from
sleep and that he had gone to bed.

'Right.' She said
decisively once they had finished dressing. 'Follow me in one
minute.' She gave a curt nod, which Remus returned and set off
downstairs. In the hall she turned and cast a silencing charm on the
stair case then jogged down to the kitchen to find it empty. She ran
back up to the hall and waited by the front door, chewing a finger
nail with anticipation. Remus appeared a moment later at the top of
the stairs, he looked around behind him and Hermione watched as he
jogged down the stairs to meet her at the front door. Without a word
they left the house and dashed to the alley where they stopped and
grinned at each other.

'I never thought I'd
enjoy sneaking around at my age.' Remus said, catching his breath.

'See, a new lease of
life.' Hermione beamed.

'You'd better side-along,
seeing as you've never been to my place before.' Hermione grinned.

'Try me. Describe where
it is.' Remus looked at her sternly.

'And what would I do if
you got splinched?'

'I won't.' She gave him a
playful shove. 'Are you doubting my abilities?' She teased. 'I have
apparated to places I don't know before.' Remus hesitated, looking at
her carefully.

'OK.' He said at last and
Hermione bounced on the balls of her feet, grinning up at him.
'Concentrate.' She stood still and wiped the smile from her face,
taking his offered hands and she closed her eyes to listen to him
talk. 'We're going to a tiny village, high in the hills of North Yorkshire. Do you see it
in your mind?' Hermione nodded slowly, focussing all her energy on
picturing the location. 'Picture a steep hill, green fields, a small
cottage named Holly Cottage.' Hermione found herself smiling as she
pictured the scene, Remus' voice painting a picture in her mind.

With a deep breath she
released Remus' hands and spun quickly on the spot, disapparating
from Grimmauld Place. When she opened her eyes, Hermione was standing
in a narrow lane looking up at lush green fields towering up the
steep hill before her, the lane curved away sharply to the right just
past the end of the garden, zig-zagging its way up to the crest of
the hill. She turned to her right, seeing a stable block and a stone
driveway into a field backing a large cottage. She looked to her left
and smiled at the sight of what must be Remus's cottage. A small
stone building was nestled into the hill, its door facing up the hill
and a small patio had once been dug into the hill to allow access,
the garden sitting several feet higher than the road and front porch,
contained by thick stone walls. She went to the gap in the wall and
left the lane. A loud pop behind her caused her to spin, greeting her
lover with a beaming smile.

'Remus it's beautiful.'
He smiled back.

'I'm glad you got here
safely.' He gave a little look that told her he had not been happy to
let her get here alone. She decided it was best not to brag, instead
giving him a reassuring nod. 'Did you see the view?' He asked softly.
Hermione's eyes widened and she shook her head.

'No, I was busy admiring
the house!' She laughed and followed him back out into the lane, he
took her hand and led her up the hill almost to the bend, where he
stopped and turned to look out over the valley, Hermione did likewise
and took a sharp breath at the sight. The lane dropped away past the
little cottage, splitting down to the left in front of the
neighbouring house and off to the right where it raised back up
between trees and thick undergrowth, hiding what lay beyond. Out past
the fork in the little road were more green fields that dipped away
to a slick, grey reservoir miles below. The opposite bank was lined
with trees that gave way to further green fields, lined with trees
and in the far distance, atop the hill opposite, Hermione could make
out rough moorland. Apart from the one neighbour, there was no sign
of civilisation for miles around and Hermione gasped in awe. 'It's
beautiful.' She said, softly. 'How do you ever bring yourself to
leave for London?' She couldn't take her eyes off the view, the sun
glistened on the water far below and bathed the sea of green in its
heat. She felt Remus squeeze her hand.

'London has beauties of
its own.' Hermione tore her eyes away to look at him, he was watching
her, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. 'Let me show you
inside.' He said a bit more brightly and Hermione followed him down
the steep slope to the patio between the front of the house and
garden lawn, the front door was vibrant green and a date scrawled in
white paint over it gave away the age of the little house.

'Oh, Remus!' She cried
out. 'It's four hundred years old.' She said with delight.

'I know. I've always had
a great affection for old buildings, and you'll see inside, it's so
charming.' He grinned as he opened the door and stepped into the
little porch where he drew his wand and unlocked the inner door.
Hermione heard a heavy lock click and Remus lifted the latch and the
door swung inwards. Hermione stepped inside and was faced with a
short corridor running at ninety degrees to the entrance, the open
front door blocking her way left but to the right a narrow door stood
ajar and with a glance back at Remus for approval, she pushed it open
and entered a small sitting room. It was painted white and had a dark
beam running across the low ceiling, a cosy-looking suite dominated
the room and there were lamps and wall lights dotted around. There
were also two other doors, one at the far end of the same wall as the
one she had entered through, and another directly opposite her.

Along the far wall were
rickety shelves lined with books and windows in the walls at each end
of the room; next to her a view of the patio and up over the lawn;
over to her left trees stood between the road and a field whose
ground was only inches below the window. She giggled as a sheep
chewed grass and peered in through the window at her. She slowly
walked into the room, admiring the ways in which Remus had made the
space his own; there were wizarding photos of Harry's parents, Sirius
and Remus all waving madly at her; a few small ornaments of
fascinating magical creatures took up positions of pride on the
shelves and small fireplace that stood between the two doors on the
near wall. The grate was black with soot, clearly well-used and she
looked at Remus standing in the doorway watching her.

'No floo connection I
take it?' She asked, noting the absence of any floo powder on the
mantle. Remus shook his head.

'No. Well, it's obviously
too small to use for transport and the ministry aren't too keen on
connecting into muggle-owned houses anyway.'

'Hmm.' She nodded and
continued looking around the cosy room. The house was incredibly
cool, the thick stone walls keeping out the baking heat. A closer
look at the lighting made her eyes widen. 'Remus, you have
electricity!' She beamed at him and he barked with laughter.

'You sound like Arthur.'
He stepped into the room, went to a large cabinet next to the fire
and opened it up, Hermione peered over the open door and saw a large,
if slightly outdated television and grinned at him, remembering their
conversation a few days ago. He beamed back and closed the cabinet up
again. 'You should have seen his face when I turned it on. He wanted
to borrow it to take it apart and see how it worked.' Hermione
laughed at the thought of Mr. Weasley getting stuck into such a
project, he'd undoubtedly end up unable to put it back together.

Remus stood and looked at
Hermione as she looked around the room again, he gave a loud sigh and
took her hand.

'You wanted to see my
garden. All those weeks ago, I remember.' Hermione met his eyes and
nodded. He led her back outside and turned left out the front door,
following the patio along the front of the house, up a short, steep
set of stone steps to the same level as the lawn. There was a
beautiful border of bright flowers around the lawn and a small tree
at the top of the garden, a wonky old bench in its shade facing down
the garden to the house. Remus led Hermione around the corner of the
cottage, away from the beautiful lawn and through a gap in a
precariously balanced wall into a small shady orchard at the end of
the house. There were a few small trees with signs of a healthy crop
of apples and peaches in the coming autumn, underneath which a well
maintained vegetable patch contained lettuce, spinach, radishes, and
a host of herbs. Hermione's face lit up at the sight.

'Remus, this is
wonderful. Do they get enough light around here?' She asked, looking
up over the shade of the cottage.

'These crops grow well in
the shade, there's more moisture here too.' He pointed out to the
lawn, the stretch of border running up the hill on the side nearest
the orchard was full south and bathed in bright sunshine. 'The things
needing more sun are out there. The early summer harvest, I must
confess, did have...help.' He looked down at the soft earth beneath
them and scuffed one boot against the other. Hermione giggled.

'I thought as much, root
vegetables are an early autumn crop.'

'Using magic takes as
much skill as growing them naturally.' He said, in mock defence.
'Getting the temperature just right to fool them into maturing early
is a very delicate technique.'

'I know, I get it.' She
grinned, placing a caring hand on his crossed arms. 'It's baking out
here. Let's get back into the cool.' She took the lead back down the
steps, careful of her footing on the narrow steps and made her way
back inside, stopping in the little hallway while Remus closed the
door.

'We haven't eaten yet.
Shall we get a late breakfast?' Remus waited for Hermione's eager nod
before leading her down a deep step into the kitchen. Hermione looked
around at the homely room, a large hearth took up the wall that
backed onto the sitting room, definitely large enough to stand in,
but a stove with a fitted floo took up most of the space and a small
table stood in front of it with two small stools tucked away under
it. There was a set of shelves with crockery on, the worktops were a
little cluttered with the usual kitchen bits and pieces; a bread bin;
a bowl of fruit; a large jar stuffed with wooden spoons, spatulas and
so on; and much to Hermione's surprise an electric kettle, toaster
and a microwave. She raised her eyebrows at him and he shrugged.

'Mod cons?' She asked
trying to hide a smile. 'Muggle appliances?'

'You haven't seen the
pantry yet.' He indicated a small door and she went to it, lifted the
latch and peered inside. The pantry was another step down, buried
right into the ground, a small window high on the wall to the left
revealed the road well above her eye level. It was exceptionally cold
in here, but there stood a chest freezer and fridge freezer in one
corner. A couple of large shelves were lined with tins and an
assortment of pots and pans, above them was another shelf holding a
bread maker, blender, sandwich toaster and several other muggle
appliances she didn't immediately recognise. She turned back into the
kitchen, her mouth wide and on the brink of raucous laughter.

'Why on earth do you have
all those things?' He shrugged.

'Maybe Arthur has rubbed
off on me over the years. I'm strangely fascinated with muggle food
preparation. I've got a steamer, an inferred oven and two other
contraptions that I have no idea about. I've never been fond of
magical assistance in the kitchen, it's amazing what muggles have
achieved without it though.' He brushed past her and disappeared into
the pantry, emerging with a frying pan and carton of eggs. 'Scrambled
eggs?' He asked, putting everything down next to the hob.

'My favourite.'

'Take a seat. I'll cook
for you.' He said, rolling up his sleeves. Hermione opened her mouth
to protest, but was silenced with one look from him that told her he
intended to make her breakfast, no arguments. She pulled out a stool
and watched him whip up scrambled eggs on toast with no magic. He was
perfectly confident and able, he looked surprisingly at home and
Hermione found herself admiring him even more. She glanced out
through each of the two windows in the room, one looking out over the
road to the stable block opposite; the other onto the patio and the
bright flowers of the lawn border, a set of windchimes hung right in
front of this window and jingled softly in the light breeze. It was
so peaceful here, unlike her childhood home and so completely
different from the bustle of Hogwarts and the Burrow. Grimmauld Place
was much improved than it had been on previous stays there, but there
was still something odd about the place, it was lonely with just her
and Harry rattling around its many floors and unused rooms and there
were still the noises of London right outside, forever preventing
peace and quiet.

It struck her how
comfortable the silence had become between them and she smiled
serenely as she watched him prepare their food. It seemed she had
barely stopped smiling since breaking things off properly with Ron
the previous day, whether it was the euphoria of a new relationship
or the first springs of deep love she couldn't tell, but Remus made
her heart soar with happiness. With that thought, and still without a
word they sat and ate together, the sound of gentle windchimes
outside the window.

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