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Plan of Attack

By: SaraC

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: Post Year Seven (so all
books/movies)

Summary: Hermione brings out the
wolf in Remus

Disclaimer: Not mine. All
characters belong to J.K. Rowling!

Notes: This is my first attempt at
this pairing, but it seems I find I like Hermione paired with anyone non-canon.
So here we go with my first ever Hermione/Remus romp!! Thanks must also be
given to the wonderful other authors of this pairing whose ideas have inspired
me!!>

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hermione frowned as she stared out the ww ofw of the small
cabin Sirius and Harry shared. It was a beautiful Saturday and she was stuck
inside, still recovering from the latest battle with a group of remaining Death
Eaters. She�d taken quite a few debilitating curses while trying to buy Harry,
Remus, Sirius and Ron time to get to where she�d stumbled on their meeting.
Luckily, her family had managed to get to her before she collapsed, although
not before she�d taken out three Death Eaters on her own, and soon after, all
the others had been captured or killed.

After spending several days going crazy in the hospital,
Sirius and Remus convinced the med witches that Hermione would be more
comfortable recuperating at the secluded lakeside cabin Sirius had bought a
month after Voldemort had been defeated and Harry had come to live with him
permanently. No one but Sirius, Remus, Harry, Ron andmionmione knew where it
was and that was the way it would stay�you never could be too careful with
Death Eaters still lurking around.

Her thoughts of freedom at the cabin had been quickly
squashed as she found she had four strict babysitters who barely let her leave
the cabin, even to sit by the lake. Sadly, she hadn�t been able to wheedle her
way out of rest and relaxation, which explained why she was sitting alone,
inside on a gorgeous summer afternoon.

Sirius, Harry and Ron were in Ireland for the weekend,
gearing up to watch a series of championship Quiddich games. Not tshe she had
any intense desire to go with them, Quiddich being something she could take
only in small doses, but she could have wandered around Dublin, exploring some
of her favorite haunts from years past. Still, despite the fact she felt
completely better and was no longer suffering any symptoms or pain, they
refused to allow her to go.

After putting up a fuss, she finally settled into
acceptance, knowing she wouldn�t change their minds. Her mindset had brightened
considerably when she had learned that Remus would not be going with their
small group, having still been away on a mission for the Order. He was expected
back Friday night, but had Flooed them that he would rather spend the weekend
relaxing and to go on without him. Sirius, with a twinkle in his eye that had
not gone unnoticed by her, had suggesRemuRemus spend the weekend at the cabin
with Hermione, to �make sure she didn�t overdo things.�

She couldn�t help but smile as Remus had nodded, replying it
would be much more relaxing to be at the lake with company than by himself at
his home. Hermione had chosen to ignore the wink Sirius gave her, keeping her
expression neutral. She knew full well that the older man was well aware of her
feelings for the werewolf, although to his credit, he hadn�t said anything.

But a weekend alone with him had possibilities. And since
she was feeling better, she everevery intention of making sure Remus realized
that she was far from the �little� girl or Harry�s best friend that he�d
watched grow up. She was all woman and it was about time she proved it.

Her grand plans had lasted until of Fof Friday afternoon,
when Remus had Flooed that the mission was taking longer than expected and he�d
do his best to make it up to the cabin if he got back at all. The only benefit
to the depression was that the message had come after Harry, Ron and Sirius had
left. If she couldn� wit with Remus, she�d rather be alone, to consider what
she was going to do to revise her plan to make the oblivious werewolf see her
as a woman instead of a girl.

She�d spent Friday night reading a book and relaxing as
ordered, trying to fight back her disappointment that Remus could not make it.
Finally falling asleep, she�d awoken throughout the night from heated dreams
involvier aer and Remus, was up early to straighten and do some chores and by
noon, was thoroughly fed up at being confined to the cabin.

Deciding to go where her mind kept leading, knowing no one
was around to see, she made a quick trip to the room she used when staying
there, pulling a small box from her lingerie drawer. Carrying it back to the
living room, she muttered a charm to enlarge the box. Once it resumed its
normal size, she unwarded and opened it, pulling out a slew of magazines,
articles and lists she�d been making ever since she�d laid eyes on Remus again
during her seventh year.

She�d had a crush on him third year when he�d been her DADA
teacher, but she hadn�t realized those emotions had deepened until she found
herself working beside him in her seventh year. He�d been rehired by
Dumbledore, who knew he needed all the protection he could get around Hogwarts
students and Harry with Voldemort massing his armies. Hermione had been
assigned as Remus� assis so so he could be free to do what needed to be done
for the Order, without leaving his classes unattended. She looked at it like a
Muggle student teacher position and had happily taken on the task, flattered to
be able to lead class the days Order business, or the fuoon,oon, took him away
from Hogwarts.

During that time, she�d realized that her crush had developed
into something m Som Something that grew with every hour she spent with him,
learning more about the man, and the wolf. Despite the shame he felt at what he
was, she had convinced him to talk to her the their shared confessions while
grading papers had brought them closer. There were times when she could have
sworn she saw something more than their deep friendship in his eyes, thatthat
look was quickly gone and he�d make some comment about the class work that
needed to be done.

The battle with Voldemort had happened in the spring of
seventh year and when the dust cleared, and Voldemort was defeated, the
wizarding world rejoiced. Tightight of the huge party at Hogwarts however,
Hermione had spent in the gardens, reflecting on all her losses. Her parents had
been killed by Death Eaters the summer before her seventh year and while she
was still heartbroken, she�d managed to put it behind her, in order to fight.
Several of her close friends, including Lavender and Dean Thomas had fallen in
the final battle, along with Professor McGonagall. The loss of the woman she
had considered a surrogate mother when she�d taken her in after her parents
death, had hit hard. She�d wanted to talk to Harry and Ron, hoped they�d
understand, but they had been too busy basking in their own celebrations.

In the end, it was Remus who had found her in the gardens
and been the shoulder she could cry on. He�d listened to her, not commenting,
just stroking her hair as she�d cried out her pain and grief. They�d spent
several hours talking, and to her surprise, he had opened up to her about
things they�d never talked about before, including his childhood and the terror
of living with what he truly was.

If she hadn�t been in love with him before, that night only
cemented feelings that had been growing for a long time. The fact that he was
20 years older than did did not bother her in the slightest. She�d known for a
few years now that she�d wanted a man, not a boy, in her life. Several
experiences had taught her that it was definitely the touch of a man that she
craved. Her fumbling with boys in her own class had proven nothing but
disappointments�but the summer before her sixth year she�d lost her virginity
to an older man she�d run into while visiting her cousin in America. The
experience had been incredible and she�d had sev mor more encounters that
summer, all with men considerably older. It was a fact she had neglected to
tell anyone but Ginny, who had only squealed and begged for details.

All these thoughts and ruminations were going through her
head, driving her crazy as she looked up from perusing the box contents and out
the window into the beautiful afternoon. Sighing, she rose from the couch,
deciding that if she had to remain here, she would take advantage of the
sunshine and go sunbathing. She brightened as she realized it would be a
wonderful opportunity to eliminate those pesky tan lines, considering there was
no one but her around for miles.

Smiling, feeling better than she had in ages, she grabbed
the enchanted box, sunglasses and a beach towel and headed towards the lake,
knowing the exact area where she could best bask in the sun. Despite the still
air, a sudden breeze took her by surprise, scattering several of the papers in
her box, blowing them onto the ground with the leaves and underbrush. Muttering
quickly, she gathered the papers again and warded the box before continuing
down to the lake. A few minutes later, she was happily stretched out underneath
the sun�s rays, as naked as the day she was born. The heat felt wonderful on
her body and for the first time in weeks, she found herself relaxing.

Reaching for the box, she carefully pulled out several
articles, bearing titles like �Age Is Only A Number,� �How to Attract and Older
Man,� and her favorite, �How To Bring Out the Animal in Your Mate.� A certain
part of her thrilled to the idea of being able to tempt both the man and the
wolf in Remus. Perhaps it was too many viewings of the Wolverine in X-Men,
but the idea of Remus being a little �wolfish� with her was rather appealing.
And she was sure he could be a little rough, from several comments she�d heard
Sirius drop when he and Harry had been discussing some of the women Remus had
been involved with during their days as the Marauders. Not to mention she felt
the tension he radiated as the moon neared its peak each month. It alwsentsent
a little thrill through her body and she�d been determined to figure out what
to do to inspire than in Remus.

Not that it looked like she�d be getting a chance any time
soon, especially with the frequency of the missions the Order was sending him
on. Frowning, she skimmed through the articles again, wondering if the
techniques and styles illustrated and expld ond on the pages would really work
and if she�d ever get the chance to try them. Feeling frustration mounting,
along with the unresolved sexual tension in her body, she tossed the articles
aside and stretched out on the towel, determined to clear her mind and relax,
enjoying the moment of peace in her normally hectic world. Within minutes, she
was sound asleep and lost in her dreams.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Remus breathed gh ogh of relief as he stepped out of the
fireplace, happy to be back in one piece after the harrowing mission he�d just
completed. He�d stopped briefly at his home to grab what he would need for the
weekend, realizing he was looking forward to spending some alone time with
Hermione.

Thoughts of the beautiful young woman had haunted him
throughout this mission, especially upon learning that he would be staying alone
with her at the cabin, the others happily off in their own Quiddich world. If
he were honest, thoughts of Hermione had been on his mind for a long, long time
now.

It might sound perverted, and he would only admit it to
himself, but he�d found himself intrigued by her when he�d first met her and
friefriends third year. While he�d been amazed at her wit and skill, there was
something about her curiosity that fascinated him. Not to mention the fact that
she�d obviously figured out his secret, but had not been afraid of him or it.
Over the ensuing years, Hermione�s acceptance and friendship had provided a
sorely lacking need for comfort he�d felt since his friends, he�d thought, had
left him for good.

When he�d returned to teach in his seventh year, having
Hermione as his assistant only caused those feelings to grow, although he knew
he could not act on them while they were student and teacher. Not to mention he
knew he was too old for her and did not want to think of saddling someone her
age with the problems and trials that came not only with their age difference,
but also with his lycanthropy. Still, it did not stop him from falling even
more deeply in love with her each day, although he�d tried to keep those
feelings to himself.

After the final battle, when the rest of the world had been
celebrating, he�d found Hermione alone in the Hogwarts gardens. In their two
hour sharing of souls, he�d realized that he was a completely hopeless case. He
was head over heels in love with the girl turned woman�but he still couldn�t
bring himself to say anything about it. Perhaps it was too many years of
leng tng to trust and subsist on only himself, but he was wary of letting her
in, despite the aching desire to do so.

Not to mention not a night went by when he did not imagine
the two of them, naked and panting in his bed. Nights before the full moon were
especially hard, his animal instincts to find her and take her struggling with
the man�s desire to protect and care. It was only as they�d all found their
places in torldorld in the past few years that he�d begun to realize that just
maybe, maybe, he might stand a chance with her.

He knew he hadn�t mistaken the looks she would shoot him
when no one else was looking or the casual way she would find to touch him at the
smallest of occasions. Sirius� glances and knowing looks did not help, nor did
his constant encouragement to tell Hermione how he felt. There was still
something inside him that hesitated at what Harry and Ron and all their other
friends would say if they knew that he was lusting over the young woman they
all cared so much for. Sirius had tried to tell him that if they loved each
other, nothing else would matter, but he found it very hard to believe. Still,
realizing how much he missed her when he was not with her these past few months
had slowly been steering him in that direction. That�s why he�d jumped at the
opportunity to spend the weekend alone with her. One way or another, he would
know where things stood before everyone returned on Sunday.

All these thoughts flew through his head as he set his bags
down and began to look around for Hermione. He frowned as his senses picked up
nothing through the c, an, and he immediately went on alert. Satisfied when his
search turned up no signs of struggle or blood, he calmed himself, realizing
she must be down by the lake. He was almost positive she would not try
apparating or Flooing anywhere�she was still recovering although he knew she
was almost completely better. Not to mention the hell she would be put through
by Harry, Ron, himself and Sirius if she tried.

Walking out the back door, he wound his way towards the
lake, enjoying the slight breeze in the otherwise perfectly calm afternoon air.
His senses were extremely attuned to such things, considering he was only a
week away from the full moon. It was always like this in the days before the
moon, his senses overly acute, the wolf in him barely restrained as it
struggled to get out. It was often why he tended to make sure he was far away
from his friends and family, not wanting to do something that would worry them.
However, unwilling to give up time with Hermione alone, he figured it was worth
the risk. He still had a week to go and he was sure he could control his
animalistic urges, which usually did not get overly bad until a day or two
before the full moon.

He came to a complete stop as he pushed through a clumping
of trees, his nose sceg thg the familiar perfume that was Hermione�s alone.
Smiling, he realized she was indeed where he�d suspected and as he turned to
look towards the small clearing, he prepared to call out a greeting, not
wanting to startle her.

The words died in his throat as he was presented with the
all too enticing image of a naked Hermione Granger, stretched out in all her
glory,kingking in the rays of the late afternoon sun. His throat went dry as
the wolf in him perked up, noting that she was every bit as beautiful as he�d
imagined. He was still a short distance away from her, but the wolf enhanced
his vision and he could clearly make out every dip and curve of her body, the
bronze skin glowing healthy in the daylight. He had to fight the urge to howl,
then pounce on her before she could say or do anything. The need to take her
and make her his was nearly unbearable, but he somehow managed to resist.

Shaken, he turned and unsteadily made his way back to the
cabin, visions of a naked Hermione imprinted on his mind like a Polaroid
picture. The wolf was salivating, while the man was harder than a rock.
Everything he�d ever wished for or dreamed was lying there in front of him, and
he would forever more carry that vision of her in his mind. It was going to
make things very hard when he was around her with their friends looking on.
Literally and figuratively.

Groaning, trying not to imagine what her skin would taste
like, he was startled by a sudden gust of wind that howled through the summer
day, almost, it seemed, as if out of nowhere. Leaves began to blow off the
ground and his senses tingled, almost as if something otherworldly was in the
vicinity. Senses going on high alert, he whirled around, sniffing the air,
wondering if someone was indeed watching. A few moments later however, he was
satisfied he�d been imagining things, still paranoid from his last mission. The
wind had died down and only a few leaves remained blowing in the breeze.

Sighing, he turned back towards the house, only to notice a
piece of paper lying in a pile of leaves off to his right. Curious, still alert
for something strange, he walked over and picked up the paper, realizing as he
glanced down that it was a page ripped from a magazine. Obviously, Hermione
must have dropped it on her way to the water. Smiling, he went to fold it up,
meaning to return it to her, when the words, in big black letters, jumped off
the page at him.

�How To Entice the Animal in the Man�

He blinked, sure he had read the title wrong. Unfolding the
paper, he looked closer, realizing the title was right and to his even greater surprise,
noted the article looked dog eared and was marked up with a pen. His eyes
widened as he recognized Hermione�s small scrawl, gulping as he realized she
had made comments here and there, obviously on the techniques being described.

Stumbling, he managed to make it to the porch steps before
sinking down to them, his eyes devouring the article and Hermione�s comments on
it. He found his body tightening, the man and wolf becoming unbearably aroused
at the descriptions of actions he could tell incited the inner animal in him
just by reading them. The thought of Hermione doing such things to him was
nearly enough to send him back down to the lake, resolutions be damned.

Could Hermione have been thinking of him when she�d cut out
this article, marking it up with comments and questions? He wanted to believe
that, but his inner insecurities could not let him just yet. Turning his eyes
back to the paper, he continued reading, frustrated to realize the article was
continued on the next page�which obviously was still with Hermione. Flipping
the paper over, his eyes grew even wider as he read the title of the article on
the other side. �How To Be More Aggressive�Tips to Drive Him Wild and You
Crazy in Bed.� Noting Hermione had made comments here too, he eagerly read
through them, his mind picturing her doing such things to him. His eyes stopped
as they lighted on the final line of handwriting that graced the bottom of the
page, right under a paragraph that described the best way a woman could mount
and ride a man to achieve the extreme sexual pleasure for them both.

Wonder if Remus would respond to me being thominominating
or if the wolf would take exception to not being in control? Both scenarios
have possibilities.

He stopped breathing for a moment, realizing that no matter
what he might want to believe about her innocence and his maturity, he could
not ignore what was in black and white in front of him. Hermione wanted him�and
obviously, had no fears of the wolf. In fact, from the themes of these
articles, he suspected she might be more than willing if the wolf came out to
play during sex. What scared him even more was that he liked the idea�and he
knew how dangerous letting the wolf anywhere near anyone could be.

Sex with Hermione. Making love to Hermione in almost every
conceivable way, shape and form.

It was an idea that had both the wolf and the man salivating
with the possibilities. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, forcing
himself to regain control of his wayward thoughts. When he finally felt in
control, he opened his eyes, although if Sirius had seen him, his old friend
would have offered a warning.

The wolf was ready to play and anyone in his path had better
watch out.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hermione was whistling to herself as she strode back up the
path, feeling completely relaxed and refreshed after her sunbathing. She�d wore
a silk robe to cover her, not that she expected to run into anyone, but the
sense of modesty was fast returning as she neared the cabin.

Her senses went on high alert as she heard something that
sounded suspiciously like pots and pans rattling from the cabin. Fear shot
through her as she reached for her wand, only to realize that it was highly
unlikely Death Eaters would be in the kitchen making so much noise.

Carefully making her way to the back door, she pushed it
open quietly, craning her head around to see who was invading her privacy. Her
heart jumped into her throat as she recognized the man muttering to himself as
he threw something into a pot on the stove.

�Remus!�

The werewolf turned around at her cry, hiding his
satisfaction. He�d sensed her coming a few seconds ago, so he was prepared for
her greeting.

�Hey, Hermione, I hopeidn�idn�t scare you.� He offered a sheepish
grin as she looked at him with fire in her eyes. His eyes widened as a smile
broke over her face as she walked into the kitchen and dropped her towel and
what looked like a small box on the table. He had to swallow hard when she
turned and walked over to him, reaching up and pulling him into her arms,
hugging him tightly in greeting.

Hermione closed her eyes as she pressed against him,
probably a bit too close for mere friends, but uncaring. It was a huge surprise
and a very, very pleasant one at that, to find him here, his mission obviously
wrapping up sooner rather than later. Maybe her plan had a chance after all.

Remus, for his part, could not stop his arms from tightening
around her, breathing in her scent, his mind picturing what lay beneath the
short robe she currently wore. Feeling the wolf and the man salivating, he
pulled back, offering her a small smile.

�Well, I take it you�re not too disappointed to have your
solitude interrupted for the weekend?�

Hermione laughed as she forced herself to let him go, not
wanting to give up the warmth of being so close to him. Still, subtlety was
what was needed if her plan was going to work. Wouldn�t do to scare him off
with too much emotion or affection.

��Course not. It was getting rather lonely here by myself.
I�m glad for the company.�

Remus breathed a sigh of relief as she backed away,
returning to grab her things from the table. She had been too close and he had
been in serious danger of losing control. The robe barely skimmed the tops of
her thighs and he�d felt every one of her curves against him. If he hadn�t
gained a semblance of control, he would have bent her back against the counter
and taken what he finally allowed himself to believe she wanted to give.

�Excuse me a moment. I�m just going to go put something more
comfortable on.� She was amazed at how husky her voice sounded but the imprint
of his body against hers was still foremost on her mind. He�d felt so strong
and warm, so masculine and firm against her body.

The slight tightening of his grip on her waist had not gone
unnoticed either.

�Go change, dinner should be ready in about a half hour.
Hope you like pasta.� He grinned at her nod, catching his breath as she walked
past him, deliberately brushing against his side as she made for the door.

�I love pasta, Remus. But then again, there are so many
things I love�including a man who knows his way aroa kia kitchen. It�s just
so�sexy.� Feeling daring, she gave him a sexy wink before slinking through the
door. Once out of his sight, she had to stop from running to her room. She had
not missed the look of desire he�d shot her as she�d left after delivering her
parting line. So far, it looked like things were off to a marvelous start!

Remus stood staring after her for a few moments, throat dry,
fighting his instinct to go after her and forget about dinner completely. But that was not the nature of the game they
were playing, he�d sensed it the moment she�d pressed against him and knew,
from the mischievous look in her eyes, that she knew it too. Feeling better
than he had in years, he set about preparing a dinner that was only the first
step in his plan to take what he had wanted for years.

~*~*~*~*~*~

�Remus, dinner was lovely! You have to give me the recipe
for whatever sauce you made for the pasta.� Hermione sighed, patting her full
stomach as she looked at the man sitting across from her over her glass of
wine.

�Family secret, Hermione. My mother taught me and I swore
never to reveal it.� He grinned at her put out expression. She looked adorable
when she was pretending to be annoyed.

Hermione couldn�td hed her smile back any longer as Remus
stared her down. Finally giving in, she downed the rest of her wine and offered
to do the dishes, since he�d cooked. After a slight argument, she pushed him
into the living room, telling him to relax. She finished the dishes in record
time, combining a little magic with a little elbow grease.

�You done in there, Hermione or do you need help?�

Grinning at the impatience in his voice, she set the towel
down on the counter and walked into the living room, noting he�d lit the fire
and it was crackling nicely. The day had been warm but the night air was cool
and the heat from the flames felt wonderful. Sinking onto the couch next to
him, she smiled.

�So, the mission was a success?�

Remus grinned, knowing she was curious, but would not ask
straight out. She�d been involved in enough Order business to know that certain
things were classified. However, he could give her a small bone tonight.

�Yes, it was. We got some information on an informal Death
Eaters gathering and went in to clean things up. It was rather pain free and no
one got hurt, so I�d say it was a good mission all around.� He noted her
relived sigh and smiled. He knew exactly how she felt. Relaxing, he allowed
himself to lean just a slight bit closer to her on the sofa.

�So, how are you feeling? You look much better than the
screaming maniac Ron was describing to me when they told you to stay home this
weekend.� He grinned as she stiffened, knowing the subject of her confinement
was one to get her going. Then again, she looked so beautiful when she was
frustrated or angry.

�You try staying cooped up in this cabin all day for nearly
three weeks, nothing to do but read books I�ve already read or sunbathe as I�ve
done for days, and see how good you do. Screaming maniac, I�ll show Ron a
screaming maniac,� she muttered, feeling frustrated with life in general.

�Well Hermione, I bet I could find a few ways to make
staying in bed a bit more interesting,� he teased in a sexy voice as he looked
at her. He held his breath despite his teasing tone, knowing he was stepping up
their game, wondering if she was ready to play.

Hermione did a double take. Was he flirting with her? Her
heart began to beat a little faster as she read the heated look in his eyes.
Suddenly, her plan looked a little brighter.

�Oh really Remus, what exactly did you have in mind?� she
teased back, knowing her voice sounded a bit breathless, but unable to help it.

Remus grinned, reading the interest and the growing desire
in her eyes. It fanned a flickering flame in him, but he managed to control it,
although not without some serious effort. Keeping his expression neutral, he
muttered a spell and something appeared in his hands.

Hermione anxiously leaned over for a closer look, her eyes
widening.

A dof cof cards.

Oh.

�Poker,� he said with pride as he began dealing cards.

�Poker?� It wasn�t what she had bexpecxpecting, but it could
have been worse.

�Poker, I�m going to teach you to play, and how to beat
everyone in sight. Trust me, there�s nothing more sexy than a woman who can
bluff all the men around her during a good game of poker.�

Hermione closed her eyes a moment, remembering this was
Remus next to her. As much as she wanted this teasing, sensual version of him,
she couldn�t help but wonder what had made him change his mind and his attitude
towards her. Not that she was complaining�in fact, this played in nicely with
her little plan.

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Twenty minutes later, Remus was trying to hold back his
amusement as he watched the satisfied smile appear on Hermione�s face as she
successfully beat his hand. She was a quick study, not to mention, as she�d
told him over the bottle of wine she�d conjured as they played, Harry and Ron
had been reluctant to teach her, fearing, she knew, that she would get too good
and beat them.

�You�re a quick study, Hermione,� he said as he turned over
the few dollars he had in his pocket. She had latched onto the �betting� aspect
of the game for sure. One of these days he might have to take her to Vegas. He
was sure Sirius, Harry and Ron would not object�not to mention the thought of
letting her loose in a Muggle casino had enormous potential.

�Remus, your draw,� Hermione managed, wondering where his
mind had gone, his eyes were suddenly far away. She caught her breath as he
came back to the present and sent her a devastating smile. God what the man
could do with a smile!

She watched as he stretched, the move defining every lean
muscle in his body, very animal like and sensual. It took her breath away to
watch, sensing both the man and the wolf in the action. He wasn�t as well built
as Sirius, but he was lean and muscled and exactly the type of man she went
for. What she wouldn�t give to get that shirt off him to fully see what lay
beneath!

Suddenly, a glimmer of an idea hit.

�So Remus, I�m out of money, but I just realized there�s
another form of poker I�ve heard about, if you�re willing to go there?� She
couldn�t help but smile as comprehension dawned in his eyes.

Remus forced his heartbeat back to normal as her words
registered. She wanted to play strip poker. The image of her naked, glorious
body from earlier that day played across his mind and he began to salivate at
the thought of seeing that beauty up close, perhaps even getting the chance to
touch it�lose elf elf in it. Oh this was even better than he�d hoped for! He
aimed a devastating smile at her as he replied.

�If you�re talking about Strip Poker, well, you sure you
want to go there, with an old werewolf like me?� he asked, watching as her eyes
fired up. He�d meant the comment as incendiary but he hoped he hadn�t crushed
all chances of getting anywhere with her tonight. <
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�Why you don�t think you can handle stripping in front of
me?� She tried to control her breathing as he smiled sexily at her, imagining
what he would look like without his clothing. The image was very, very appealing.

�It�s not me I�m worried about Hermione, since I�m going to
easily beat you at your own game. So how do you feel about stripping down for
me?� He watched as her eyes sparked. Merlin, the woman was attractive when she
was aroused!

�Don�t be so sabouabout that, and hey, you�ve seen females
before, can�t imagine I�m much different,� she tried for nonchalance, hoping he
couldn�t see how nervous she really was. It was all well and good to plan, but
now she was in serious danger of putting plans into action�and it scared the
hell out of her as well as turned her on to no end.

�Oh I wouldn�t be so sure of that,� he rumbled as he began
to shuffle the cards. �But if you really want to, you�re on,� he finished as
she nodded.

�Prepare to strip,� she managed, hoping she could make it
through this without throwing herself at him. Considering she wasn�t wearing a
lot of protective covering right at the moment, that could be very unpleasant,
or very beneficial for both of them.

�Deal,� he managed, feeling his throat go dry as he imagined
what she�d look like without a stitch of clothing on.

Four hands later found Remus stripped down to only a pair of
gold silk boxers, while Hermione was clad only in a lacy bra and the briefest
pair of panties he�d ever seen. The wolf in him was raring to simply reach out
and claim what he wanted. Her soft touches, innuendos and just plain sex appeal
had been driving him crazy all night.
The man in him realized it would take a bit more finesse, although he was
fast losing all concentration as he watched the way her breasts moved every
time she leaned over to discard a card.

It might be a week before the full moon, but any and all
control he might have had was fast leaving him as he watched her flirt and play
with him, obviously giving off all the signs she wanted this as much as he did.
Still, there was a part of him that had forgotten how enjoyable it was to build
up the anticipation until the wolf and man could take no more.

�What�s the matter Remus, you�re rather quiet over there.�
Hermione caught her breath as she saw the far away look in his eyes disappear,
heat filling his gaze as he turned back to her. Feeling daring, she leaned
over, running her finger lightly down his cheek, feeling his indrawn hiss of
breath. �Having a bit of a problem handling the sight of so much skin?�

She wondered if she shouldn�t be addressing the question to
herself as her eyes played over his bare chest, noting the muscles and sinew
that were so perfectly formed, although marred here and there with scars and
scratches. Still, he was definitely the most attractive man she�d had the
pleasure of gazing at in a long, long time, if ever. It was definitely getting
too hot in this room.

�Hermione, haven�t you ever heard the saying its not wise to
tease a wolf?� He made his tone light but kept his eyes serious. He wanted her
to realize he meant it. Her teasing, tormenting touches and glances, not to
mention her innuendo laden words were stirring both man and beast to a
completely new level. He didn�t know how much longer he could hold out,
especially as she sat there, nearly naked, making his mouth salivate.

�Yes, but maybe I�m tired of always being the wise one, the
perfect little Hermione who wouldn�t dare break the rules and live a li
da
dangerously.� Her words were laden with the tension she felt building in her
body, pleased with the game but realizing she could not continue much further
without upping the stakes. Her breath
caught as his eyes seemed to burn into hers as he slid closer to her on the
couch, until he was nearly, but not quite pressed against her side.

�Be careful what you wish for, little girl, you just might
get it.� He heard the wolf in his tone, but was nearly past the point of
caring. He caught the scent of her arousal as he leaned closer and it drove him
wild. It was a heady feeling, knowing she was as aroused as he.

Desperate now to move things along, to feel those hands and
that mouth on her skin, she felt the wildness of the night, her desire and the
intense, slightly feral eyes watching her every move. Leaning closer, she
brushed her fingers over his cheeks, looking directly into his eyes.

�That�s quite a statement, you think you can deliver?� She
husked the words as she lightly traced his lips with her fingers, feeling his
breathing speed up. Smiling slyly, she leaned in so her words were breathed
across his ear. �I�ve learned from experience that I�m not easy to control when
I let loose. Taming me, I�ve been told, is not something just any man can do.
No one has been able to so far.�

Remus nearly groaned at her words, biting off an oath as she
allowed her lips to brush over earlearlobe before pulling back to stare into
his eyes, her fingers still tracing his cheekbones. He could barely see because
of the desire clouding his eyes�not to mention the wolf and man in him were
demanding he find out exactly who had given her such experience and tear him
from limb to limb. Still, he was never able to resist a challenge, especially
when the wolf was so close to emerging.

�Are you offering me a challenge, Hermione? Because let me
warn you,� he reached over to pull her across his lap, delighted as he felt her
immediately straddle him. Leaning up, he allowed his fingers to cup her cheeks,
pulling her head down until he could whisper against her ear. �Control is highly overrated�and I highly
doubt you�ve ever tried to controman man with a large bit of wolf in him.�

She gasped as she felt his tongue swipe across her earlobe
even as he pulled her hips against his, allowing her to feel his erection
pressed against her aching center. She shivered at the sensations that shot
through her, not to mention the images of what Remus might do to make her lose
all control. His voi voice against her ear sent blooblood rushing faster
through her veins.

�Feeling a little, hot and bothered, my dear? Wondering just
exactly what it would be like to lose control with righright here, right now?�
He was amazed he could still find words, his body was so overly sensitized to
the woman writhing in his lap he could barely think straight. Shifting her
slightly, he groaned along with her gasp as her breasts pressed against his
chest, the nipples hard and aching through the thin lace of her dark green bra.

Hermione closed her eyes, drawing in his scent as she gave
into the urge and placed her mouth nst nst the dip of his throat, using her
tongue to taste the skin she�d only dreamed about for years. His harshly
indrawn breath, not to mention the way his hands began stroking her bare back
alerted her that he liked what she was doing. Feeling more daring, she allowed
her hands to roam his shoulders and across the back of his neck.

�What are you doing to mermiormione?� He was amazed he could
even gasp out the words, so lost in the touch of her hands in his hair and the
feel of her heated skin against his palms.

�What I�ve wanted to since I first met you third year,� she
whispered, before yanking his head down to hers and wrapping him in a bruising
kiss. She whimpered as his hands fisted in her hair, his mouth immediately
opening to hers, his tongue racing to meet hers as they began a duel to explore
each other. Kissing Remus was like coming home, the desire and passion racing
through her something no other man had ever inspired, much less with nothing
more than a kiss.

Remus, for his part, was struggling hard to control the
wolf, who was clawing to come out, to bite and lick and ravage the woman he
clearly had recognized, probably had always known, was his mate. Managing to
control his wilder side, although just barely, he concentrated on learning the
taste of Hermione�s mouth, the whimpers and moans she made clearly telling him
what pleasured her most. He could not believe the power he found in this kiss,
although any doubts he had about Hermione not being able to handle him were
fast flying out the window. The woman was almost too good as she managed to
press her hips into his, making sure his erection was pressing against the tiny
little nub between her legs, the moisture t act actions had generated clearly
obvious through the thin silk of boxers and panties.

�Remus, please!� Hermione wasn�t sure what she was asking
for as she dragged her mouth from his, gulping in air as she moved her hips
against his lap, shuddering as each thrust forward had her moist center rubbing
against his hardness. The bolts of desire shot through her like lightening and
she knew that she had never, ever felt this way with any of her previous
lovers. As she�d always suspected, Remus was the only one who could do this to
her and she could only imagine what he could do when she managed to make him
lose total control.

For she could feel the wolf straining to participate with the man, and it only
turned her on more. She knew that Remus would never hurt her, knew that he
loved her, although he had never said it. His actions tonight spoke louder than
any words, knowing him as well as she did. However, she wanted him to realize
that she could handle the wolf as well, that she accepted both of them, no matter
what. To that end, she struggled to remember several of the tips she�d read in
her favorite artiearlearlier that afternoon.

Remus moaned as he felt her small hands move from his
shoulders to his back, growling low in his throat as she raked her nails down
his back, hard enough to draw welts, but not breaking the surface. The violence
in her actions had the wolf howling as he buried his face in her neck, nipping
and kissing his way across her collarbone and down towards the heaving mounds
of her breasts. His hands moved to her back, quickly unclasping her bra and he
heard her groan mingle with his as the material dropped away, revealing her to
his eager eyes.

�So beautiful, Hermione.� He said no more, leaning down to
capture a rosy nipple between his teeth, feeling her shudder against him, her
hands going to the back of his neck, pulling him tightly to her and urging him
on with broken whispers. His fingers moved to her other nipple, pinching and
pulling it into a harder nub before moving his mouth over to lavish it as well.

Hermione was grinding her hips into his, raking her nails
over his chest, hearing his indrawn breath as they drove each other crazy. She
knew she was going to go insane if she did not feel him deep inside her
sometime soon and shifting against him, she managed to push him into a
horizontal position on the couch. The move allowed her a little more freedom
and power, and she ground her hips into his even harder, needing the friction
and the feel of him so hard against her much softer center.

�Merlin, Hermione!�

Remus lost most of his control as she rose above him, looking like a goddess as
she straddled his waist, eyes filled with desire, hips slamming into his.
Unable to stand not feeling all of her, he reached down and with one quick
move, ripped the tiny panties from her body, hissing as he felt her dig her
nails into his side as she tore at his boxers.

A quick move later they were completely naked, his desire
pressing against the soft curls, slipping over the moisture pooling between the
heat of her thighs. Remus growled again as her fingers curled around his
hardness, stroking him once, twice, before smearing the liquid that had
appeared at the tip. Closing her eyes, she brought her fingers to her lips and
sucked them clean.

The taste of him was salty, but not unpleasant, and Hermione
could not help but feel a new surge of moisture between her thighs as she
opened her eyes to see his eyes had turned feral as he watched her. Her breath
caught as a growl emerged from his throat as he reached for her hands, yanking
her body down until it lay on his, his mouth capturing hers and ravishing it
until she could hardly breathe.

Remus lost it as he felt the tip of his hardness slide through
her slickness, slipping just inside her folds. Without stopping to think, he
braced his hands on her hips and pulled his lips from hers. He saw the wild
desire in her eyes, knew she could see the wolf in his. He only hoped there was
enough of the man left to satisfy all involved.

�Remus, please!�

Hermione cried out her plea as she tried to press herself
down on him, amazed at his strength as he kept her poised above him. The wolf
was obviously finding pleasure in her struggle and she couldn�t help but feel
herself grow even wetter, if that were possible. This was a Remus Lupin she�d
only dreamed about, and even her dreams had not been so erotic.

Remus was struggling for what last bit of control he could
find, needing to be sure she was okay with this before he lost control for
good. �Hermione, you�re sure?� At her incredulous look, he managed to clarify
his words. �When I take you, you become my mate. The wolf, and the man, will
have it no other way. Do you understand? Can you accept that?� He prayed she
could as he saw the understanding dawn in her eyes. He didn�t know if he could
stop himself if she said no, but he had to give her the choice. He�d realized
the instant they�d started this that a whole lot more than a one-night stand
was involved. He needed to be sure she realized this too.

Hermione managed to find a smile despite the desire eating
her alive. The love she could clearly see along with the desire in his eyes
answered every question she might have. Knowing he needed the words, she leaned
down to whisper them in his ear.

�It goes both ways, Remus. When I take you, you become my
mate, and will take no other.� She saw his eyes glow a moment before a feral
grin split his lips. Her heart stopped at the picture of desire he made, lying
beneath her.

�So be it.� He
muttered the words at the exact instant he slammed her down on him, crying out
as her tight passage enveloped him, taking him into a deep heat that threatened
to burn him alive.

Hermione screamed his name as she felt him filling her for
the first time. He was larger than she�d expected but the pain of his entry was
mixed with the debilitating pleasure of having him buried so deeply inside of
her. The desire rose as she clenched her inner muscles around him, hearing him
growl as his hands began to guide her hips in a hard motion, his eyes glowing
as she bounced against him, her mewls and cries only serving to push him
farther and faster.

He loved the sight of her riding him, looking like a wild
creature herself as her hair flew around them, her breasts rising and falling
rapidly with the movement of their bodies. But he needed more. Using the
strength of the wolf, he managed to flip them until she lay under him, her legs
wrapped around his back as he bore her into the couch.

�Remus! So good, feels so good!� She panted the pleas and
gasps as she felt this new angle, allowing him to push even deeper inside her,
drawing a scream as he found that special spot that sent her spiraling towards
a precipice higher than she�d ever known.

Remus watched her eyes lose focus underneath him, felt her
hips move harder, faster against him as she teetered on the edge of her
release. Watching her wild underneath him, he couldn�t help the growl that came
from the back of his throat as he slammed himself into her one last time, while
he leaned down and bit her neck, careful not to break the skin.

She screamed at the pleasure/pain of her climax as she felt
him shudder against her, his body spending itself deep inside her body, his
teeth locked on her neck. Wave after wave of sensation buffeted her until it
threatened to make her lose consciousness.

Remus only knew he�d never felt such a release as he did in
that moment. Buried inside Hermione, he allowed himself to find the freedom he
had often sought, but always eluded him. Her complete and total acceptance of
him, man and wolf, made the experience all that much more passionate as he lost
himself in wave after wave of ecstasy.

It was a long time before the harsh panting turned into even
breathing, before Remus managed to move so his weight was not all resting on
Hermione. Her slight groan as he rolled off her had him suddenly wondering if
he�d hurt her. He felt ashamed as he looked down and saw the purpling bruise,
teeth marks clearly evident against her neck.

Hermione sighed in bliss, wondering only why it had taken
them this long to reach this state as she opened her eyes. She frowned as she
caught his almost guilty expression, noting his eyes were focused on the bite he�d
left on her neck. She sighed, reaching up to wrap her arms around him, pulling
him back down to her.

�It�s okay, Remus. You marked me, as I marked you.� She
whispered the words as she brushed her fingers over his neck, feeling him start
as he felt the slight pain of a bite mark against his collarbone. Obviously,
he�d not realized she�d bitten him right back. The amazement in his eyes made
her smile, not sure she had the energy for a full out laugh.

�Well, seems like there might be a little of the wolf inside
you, Hermione.� He whispered the words against her neck, pulling her close,
amazed that this beautiful woman was not offended or angered by how close he�d
come to damning her with his curse. If he�d broken the skin in the heat of
passion�

�But you didn�t, Remus. The wolf might be in you, but you
can control him. You did control him, although, I must admit, I did so enjoy
when he came out to play.� She grinned at her words, smiling when they served
their purpose to ease his tension. She had a feeling this was not the first
conversation of this kind they would be having, but it was best to get it out
of the way for now. He had to realize that she wasn�t afraid of him�or of the
wolf. It wouldn�t be easy, but she thought they had made a pretty good start.

�Hermione, you amaze me.� He whispered the words as he
pulled back to run his fingers over her cheeks, amazed again at the love
shining in her eyes.

�Well, I�m just glad you finally decided to act on that
amazement.� She grinned at his wolfish look. �Do you know what I had to go
through to try and entice you all these years?�

Remus grinned, pulling her closer as he bent his head to her
neck, gently licking the bite mark on her skin. �Would it involve reading
articles about how to bring out the �animal� in your man?� He pulled back as he
heard her gasp. Seeing the amusement in her eyes, he knew she hadn�t taken
offense.

�Do I even want to know how you know that, Remus Lupin?� She
tried not to blush at his amused look, figuring it was rather inappropriate to
feel embarrassed after their recent actions.

�Let�s just say I happened to take a walk down by the lake
when I arrived today. Intriguing scenery, if you know what I mean.� He grinned
at the shocked expression she pretended to give him, even as she leaned up to
pull him back down to her.

�You know, the scenery around the lake at Hogwarts was just
as interesting in my seventh year.� She grinned now at the shocked look on his
face. �This could have happened a long time ago.�

He groaned as he took her lips again, his mind already
planning what he intended to do to her the next time they returned to their
alma matter. Then, all thought was lost as Hermione proceeded to show him that
she could be just as feral as he. Nothing more was said for the rest of the
night.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

�You think Hermione has managed not to drive Remus crazy
this weekend?�

Sirius had to choke back his initial reply as Harry and Ron
stepped out of the fireplace behind him. A quick look around told him that
everything seemed normal, except for the deck of cards that lay scattered over
the floor�and the scent of sex that his canine sense immediately picked up on.
A grin split his face as he turned to his godson and his friend.

�I think this weekend was exactly what they both needed to
release a little tension and relax a bit.� He couldn�t help but grin as he
wondered just exactly how much tension had been released and in how many ways.
He knew Remus� habits of old and he had been waiting for Hermione to bring them
out from where they lay dormant. Not to mention his best friend�s rather unique
nature was exactly the challenge that would keep Hermione very well occupied
for a long time to come.

The two were perfect for each other, and it was about damned
time they realized it.

�Well, maybe we should check on Hermione, make sure she�s
okay and hasn�t killed Remus or something--�

�No, Ron, I think they�re both fine and considering its
after midnight, I think we should let them sleep. Time enough for questions in
the morning.� Hearing their grumbling, he hid his smile as he watched them head
off to bed, making sure they did not stop by Hermione�s room. He had a
suspicion they would find it empty.

Whistling under his breath, he made his way to his own room,
pausing as he passed Remus� closed door, sensing the presence of several added
wards. A huge grin split his face as he walked into his room, already planning
the conversation he was going to have with his best friend at breakfast. He was still grinning as he as he imagined
his best friend�s expression when he called him out on his weekend activities.
It had been far too long since he�d been able to tease Moony about his more
�unique� matinges. es. The smile stayed on his face even as he fell asleep,
sure that things were finally right in the world of two of the best friends
he�d ever had.

~*~*~*~*~*~

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