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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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-1Hermione
felt more at ease now than she had in the last two weeks. If she
allowed herself to admit it, she felt better now all around than she
had in the last several years. And all she was doing was following
Remus into the small living room set off from the kitchen. The cabin
itself was small, the furnishings Spartan, but the feeling was cozy
and homey.

“What
is this place?” she asked, walking around and examining the
small structure.

She
looked at him when he appeared reluctant to answer her. “It’s
a safe haven of sorts,” he explained. “For, um,
werewolves.”

“Ah,”
was her only comment before she walked over to him. “So, why
the sudden departure?”

He
grew agitated quickly, and turned from her, wondering why it seemed
so impossible to keep his hands off of her and knowing the last thing
he should do would be to touch her. With his back to her, his hands
on the mantle, and his gaze in the fireplace, he spoke softly, “You
know what I’ve done over the last two weeks, Hermione, more
than anyone else, you know. Not to mention what I’ve almost
done, the way I treated her, the things I said. I could see it on
their faces,” he murmured quietly. “I know they would
prefer if I’m nowhere around. And Harry, gods what he must
think of me.”

She
walked up behind him, desperate to touch him, to feel his warmth and
offer her own. “Remus, for an intelligent man, you know very
little,” she chastised. She saw him stiffen at her words and
felt when his breath caught as her arms slid around his waist.
“Harry is worried about you, as is Sirius. Bill is the one who
told me how to find you and the twins, I would wager, are already
scheming about joke ideas for werewolves. Molly is surely eating a
lot of crow while I stand here now, as her own son made her see what
a hypocritical bitch she was being. Tonks left and I daresay things
aren’t settled there yet, but she was healthy when she left.”

Turning
around, Remus put his own hands on her shoulders and tried to push
her away. “Hermione, this thing between us, it’s not
right. It feels right, but it’s not. He took the decision from
you, took the control from us both and used us as pawns in some sick
game.”

Her
soft laughter made him stare in shock at her beautiful face. “I
would have made the decision without him, Remus, had you ever given
me the choice. Believe it or not, your wedding day was one of the
worst in my entire life. I physically felt a pain in my chest when
you were bound to her. I thought I was crazy at the time, but now I
see I wasn’t. I’ve wanted you for so long, and he gave
you to me. I’m sorry if it’s not what you want.”
Her voice dropped and her lip quivered slightly as she continued.
“Maybe there’s a way around this. Maybe we can find a
way for you to stay with Tonks.”

He
felt his chest tighten at the sight of her tears when he put a finger
gently on her chin and forced her to look at him. “I felt it
too, the pain that day, but I thought it was a reaction to the
binding with her. All this time, I’ve never known how you
felt. I’m afraid,” he grinned, “I would have been
labeled a dirty old man for pursuing you the way I wanted to years
ago. So, I put you out of my head as best I could and moved on with
her. It wasn’t until that night in the kitchen that I realized
how much I still wanted you. All those nights we spent staying up
late and talking as we drank your amazing hot chocolate, I grew to
love you in ways I didn’t even recognize.”

“You…you
love me?” she asked uncertainly.

“I’m
afraid I do,” he replied softly.

Her
smile lit up the room and she threw her arms around his neck. “I
don’t care what others say, Remus, I don’t care. I just
want you. I feel like I have to have you, like I can’t be
without you. It’s the bond, I know, but it’s so much
more.” Her hands slid to his cheeks and she forced him to look
at her this time. “I love you, Remus Lupin.”

With
those words, the air began to softly blow around the room unnoticed
by both as their lips met and they slowly kissed with a passion that
burned to their very souls. His arms slid around her waist, pulling
her flush against his body as her own arms tightened around his neck.
Their tongues danced to an ancient rhythm and both felt complete for
the first time in their lives.

“I
want you, Hermione,” Remus said huskily against her neck. “Not
as the wolf taking you, but as me, with you giving yourself willingly
to me.”

With
her head thrown back so he could continue his ministrations, she
moaned her response, cradling his head closer when he nipped her skin
with his teeth and eased the pain with his tongue. “Please,”
she pleaded softly.

“Bed,
in the back,” he replied, slowly walking that direction as his
hands slid her shirt from her body.

Her
small hands ripped his shirt down the middle, sending buttons flying
in every direction and causing a small giggle to erupt from her
throat. “Couch, here,” she said, squeaking as he stepped
on her toes when he quickly reversed their direction.

“Sorry,”
he mumbled, one hand already cupping her breast as he lowered his
mouth and suckled her through her bra only seconds before removing
it.

A
moan tore from her mouth when he lay her gently on the couch and
moved between her parted legs. His mouth continued to assault her
neck, collarbone, breasts, and any other skin he could find while his
hand slid down her side and hip, coming to rest on her thigh where he
gently lifted her leg around him and he rocked against her.

“So
perfect,” he moaned heatedly. “It’s like you were
made for me.” Her hands trailed along his bare back and she
arched into his touch. Slowly, so very slowly, he began moving down
her body, planting soft kisses as he went. He found the snap of her
pants and quickly released it, drawing the fabric down her hips and
legs before throwing it to the floor. “So perfect,” he
muttered again, his hand pulling her foot to his mouth where he
kissed her tenderly. His eyes stayed on hers, both full of heat and
raw sexual energy.

“Don’t
tease me, Remus, please,” she begged in earnest. “I need
to feel you, need you in me so bad it hurts.”

Deep
within, he understood exactly what she meant. There was an ache in
his body, a desire to take her and make her his that he’d never
felt before, not even as the wolf. He moved quickly up the length of
her body, making his clothes disappear as though they were nothing.
“Are you sure about this, Hermione?” he asked, a lame
attempt to allow her an escape.

“Yes!”
she cried when his fingers grazed her clit and then tested her
obvious readiness.

He
slid his entire length into her, reveling at the tight heat that
engulfed his throbbing cock. As he moved within her wet passage, the
air whipped around them, blowing their hair around and extinguishing
the candles, forcing them into the semidarkness that dusk provided.
Neither noticed as their eyes stayed locked on the other. Words and
promises of love fell freely from their lips as they held each other
tightly, her legs wrapped around his body as his pace quickened.
Remus began uttering ancient words that held no meaning for Hermione,
but she didn’t care, the feel of him was all that mattered to
her now.

Before
she realized it, her body coiled and sprang, her release coming so
hard and fast that it almost scared her before she began screaming
his name and arching wildly beneath him. The tightening of her
muscles milked his hard cock brutally and he soon joined her over the
edge. A soft, surprised cry was forced from them both when their
fingers burned, the faint markings of a ring turning bright against
their fingers and this time, remaining without fading. The wind was
blowing so hard at this point that the fireplace quickly went out as
well.

Remus
lay on top of her, dazed and mesmerized by the orgasm that shook him
to his very core and left him unable to move. They both, however,
soon began to notice the chill creeping through the air and they
slowly began to stir. He sat up, gently bringing her with him as he
looked at his hand, only then realizing it was almost too dark to
see.

“Any
idea what that was about?” Hermione asked shakily as she tried
to look around the room.

Remus
took her hand, his eyes glued to the rings that appeared to be inked
onto their fingers. “I’m not sure,” he said, “but
I think we’ve made this a permanent arrangement.”

Hermione’s
eyes followed his and she gasped loudly, pulling her hand from his
and bringing it closer to her face. “My gods,” she
whispered softly, “it’s the bond.”

“Huh?”
was his only reply, before he grabbed his chest and fell onto the
floor.

Hermione
watched in horror as his eyes shifted from blue to amber and back
again. Watched as his face contorted in pain and her screams telling
Moony to leave Remus alone went unnoticed. She knew what was
happening. The book she read had told her that the wolf and man
would bond together, become one with no separation between the two,
but to see it happening, to see the pain and hear his cries, made her
want to cry for him. He threw himself onto the ground, screaming in
agony and clutching his head as the wolf merged with his body, making
them one in the same.

She
lowered herself gently beside him, wanting desperately to hold and
console him. With a sudden jerk, she was pushed roughly away and
Remus flipped over, a tight grimace covering his shadowed face as he
held his eyes shut tightly, spasms shaking his body roughly. Blood
began to trail down his chin where he had bitten his lip to keep from
crying out any more. A sharp gust of wind blew through the cabin,
shaking it down to its very foundation and causing the few
light-weight furnishings to crash to the ground.

And
just as suddenly, it stopped. The wind disappeared, Remus’
cries and whimpers ceased, and he lay still on the ground, unmoving
and breathing hard. Hermione groped for her wand in the dark,
finding it in the pocket of her pants which had blown against the
couch. She relit the candles and the fireplace, then crawled over to
Remus. With gentle hands, she turned him to face her and gasped at
the sight. Remus was breathing shakily, but the grey that had
peppered his hair only minutes before was gone, leaving only
sandy-brown locks which fell over his forehead. Softly, she brushed
the hair from his face and stared in shock. Scars and wrinkles no
longer marred his beautiful features, but blended with them, leaving
him looking younger and more rough and wild than she had ever
imagined. She trailed her fingers along his face, silent tears still
falling from her eyes.

“Are
you going to stare all night, or kiss me?” he rasped.

Oh
gods, his voice! The sweet, gentle voice of Remus had merged with
the raspy, gravely voice of Moony and the effect was amazing; shaking
her to the very depths of her soul and making her want him all over
again.

“My
gods, Remus,” she said in awe.

He
grinned up at her, all evidence of his recent pain completely erased
and his expression almost cocky as he sat up to face her, both
completely unashamed with their nudity.

“You
do realize what this means, don’t you?” he asked smugly.

She
grinned back and replied, “I think so.”

“It
means that you, my beautiful mate, are stuck with me until death. It
means that you have no choice but to allow me to love you until we’re
both so old and grey we can’t talk long enough to argue. And
it means that we belong to each other for eternity.”

“I
think it means you get to be an arrogant arse and get away with it.”

“Cheeky
little witch,” he said, before pushing her back to the floor.

His
fingers stroked her lazily, starting on her face and working down
between her breasts to her stomach. Little bumps raised along her
flesh and her nipples hardened once more. ‘Oh gods! I want
you all over again!’ She thought numbly to herself.

A
surprised look fell across Remus’ face as he looked at her, his
hands stopped in their motions. ‘And I want you,’
he replied in his mind, shocking her as much as she shocked him.

“Apparently
the book left a few things out,” Hermione said in amazement.

‘Apparently
so,’ Remus replied, using
the more intimate form of contact now.

‘Wonder
what this means?’ Hermione
thought back, before another wave of nausea swept through her body.

‘It
means, my love,’ he said
with a wide smile as he splayed his fingers over her belly, ‘that
you should drink more chocolate. It would appear that our little boy
will be quite restless until he’s able to face the world.’

“WHAT?!”
Hermione screeched, scrambling to sit up again, but being held down
gently by Remus. “No way! I’m not pregnant! And even if
I was, it’s too soon to be sick.”

“Perhaps,”
he answered, “but everything happens earlier for us. In less
than seven months, Hermione, you will be the proud mother of a very
rambunctious little boy.”

“I
will?” she asked softly, amazement forcing away her initial
shock as she covered Remus’ hand with her own.

“Yes,
you will.”

“Will
he…will he be…”

“A
wolf? No, he’ll be perfectly normal. He’ll be perfect
in every way, I imagine.”

“How
do you know it’s a boy?”

“I
don’t know, I just do.” Remus shrugged as if it were
nothing, but they were quickly interrupted.

An
owl flew through the house and dropped an envelope on the floor by
their heads. They looked at each other in confusion for several
seconds before Remus sat up and took the letter.

“It
must be from the Ministry,” Hermione mused. “They are
the only ones who could find us no matter where we are, but no one
should be there this late at night.”

“Announcing
the dissolution of marriage of one Remus J. Lupin to one Nymphadora
M. Tonks,” Remus read aloud, a grin covering his face, “on
the grounds of adultery and assault. Bla bla bla,” he added.

“What?!”
Hermione screeched. “She can’t do that! She‘s
trying to get you locked up!”

“She
can and she has. And she’s completely within her rights to do
so, love. I did have an affair and I did assault her. She’s
only using the truth to her advantage and, as long as it rids us of
her, then I don’t care how she does it.”

“What
does the second page say?”

Remus
chuckled as he began to read the informal letter attached. “After
an interesting discussion with Sirius today, I thought you might both
want to know this as soon as possible. Enjoy your time together and
each other. Have no worries over an impending investigation and what
not, I was able to smooth things over and have the papers filed
immediately with no one else seeing. Tonks will be fully reprimanded
for her actions against Hermione and I daresay it will be awhile
before you see her. I’m laughing in case you were curious,
hating myself for doing so, but unable to stop the laughter! Kind
Regards, Kings.”

Hermione
and Remus both stared at the paper in shock. Quiet seconds passed
where only the crackling of the fire was heard before they both
suddenly broke down in laughter as well.

“Ah,
Kings, he’s priceless!” Remus panted.

“Bloody
wanker,” Hermione said, slapping Remus on the shoulder. “I
was so worried!”

They
sobered somewhat, staring into each other’s eyes and beginning
to crave the other’s body. Remus leaned in and claimed
Hermione’s mouth with his own as she pulled him back down on
top of her.

Her
mouth was not all that he claimed that night. As the early morning
sun rose in the sky, Remus claimed her mind, her body and soul, and
he claimed her heart.
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