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Kissing You
By: Snapes_Goddess

Sometimes one kiss can change everything…..

The sounds of merriment shook the walls of the Burrow; the precariously constructed dwelling was filled to bursting with people celebrating the one year anniversary of the fall of Voldemort. Remus Lupin stood just outside on the front stoop, leaning against the beam holding up the crooked overhead awning. One arm hung at his side, a half glass of bourbon dangling from his fingertips, the other fingered the wedding band still adorning his finger.

He couldn’t believe it had been a full year since Dora had been killed. He couldn’t believe that he had lived through it, but just barely. He had been so melancholy for the last year, the only bright spot being his son who never failed to make him smile. He was just about to leave and go back to Andromeda and Ted’s to retrieve Teddy when the door opened and his solitude was broken.

Hermione stumbled out the door, the raucous noise followed her for a moment before she closed the door and leaned against it, the sounds of the party inside muffled. She had her eyes closed and was taking long, deep breaths of the cool night air for a few moments before she opened them again to look at him, a crooked smile on her flushed face.

“Remus, what are you doing out here?” She asked, a giddy inflection on her words that made him believe she had had just a little too much wine.

“Just enjoying the evening and getting some fresh air,” he said, smiling as she came forward and wrapped her arms around the column he had been leaning against, swinging around it to look up at the star speckled sky.

“Only a sliver of a moon tonight,” she said, looking up at him as she swung back and forth around the column. “I’m surprised that you still see beauty in the night, given your condition.”

“It seems a shame to judge every night by the effects of one,” he said, nearly laughing as she let her head fall back. “What are you doing out here, Hermione? Shouldn’t you be inside with the others, with Ronald?”

“Ugh…it’s too hot in there, too crowded,” she groaned jerked herself upright, wrapping her arms around the column, embracing it, resting her cheek against the smooth painted wood and staring at him with slightly glassy eyes. “Ronald and I split up two months ago, you’ve been gone.”

“I’m sorry, no one told me,” he said. He felt terrible; he had been so wrapped up in his own pain he hadn’t noticed what was going on around him with his friends.

“They’re all in denial, they think it’s just a phase and we’ll get back together, but we won’t, Ron and I just weren’t meant to be and we know that, even if they cant see it yet,” she sighed, her eyes closing for a moment before she opened them again, her smile back in place.

“Still, I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you,” he said sincerely.

“No more sad talk, take a walk with me,” she said reaching out and taking hold of his hand.

“I should go get Teddy…” he tried to argue but she wasn’t listening, tugging forcefully until he had no choice but to follow her.

“Teddy is fine with his grandparents, besides, it’s really late and he’s sleeping, better to go get him in the morning,” she said as she wrapped her hands around his arm and fell into step beside him.

“I suppose…where are we going?” He asked as they followed the line of trees along the edge of the Weasley property.

“Just for a walk, I felt suffocated back there,” she laughed. “How are you doing, Remus? We’ve missed you.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” He took a drink from his glass and then vanished it with a whispered spell.

“Did you love her very much?” She asked softly, laying her head on his shoulder.

“I suppose I did. She saw past my affliction; saw something in me that she thought was worth taking a chance on, I guess I miss that.” He took a deep, calming breath and exhaled audibly.

“You know, you are the only one who couldn’t see it, the rest of us always saw it,” she stopped and stepped in front of him, looking up at him from beneath lashes that were ridiculously long. “You are a very good man, Remus Lupin.”

“You are pissed,” he said, smiling down at her. “But thank you any how. You are a very sweet witch, Hermione.”

Her smile broadened and her eyes glistened in the pale light from the slivered moon. Her cheeks were flushed from the wine and wispy tendrils of hair had escaped the tight braid to curl around her ears and forehead. She was everything in the world that was good, everything that a person might aspire to be, intelligent, caring, clever, compassionate, loving and so very innocent despite the horrors she had seen.

“You may be the only wizard to think so, the others think I’m a right harpy,” she said, smirking softly.

“They are young, it takes a bit of time for a wizard to truly appreciate a witch, a little maturity,” he said. “I should probably walk you back now.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?” She asked suddenly.

“Now I know that I need to walk you back,” he said with a light chuckle.

“So no then,” she said sadly, turning her eyes towards the pond. He felt terrible when he saw her smile falter, sick to his stomach that he had hurt her feelings. “I’ll never be the prettiest girl in the room but I’ll always be the smartest. Guess I should take comfort in that, huh?”

He laid his hand on her shoulder and turned her back towards him. He bright eyed smile was replaced with a sad, resigned mockery of a smile that made his chest hurt. He never wanted to see that look on her face, ever.

“That’s not true…well, you probably always will be the smartest witch in the room,” he smiled, “but you are also very lovely, never doubt that for one minute.”

“Really?” She queried, her eyes hopeful and her and her real smile returning.

“Really,” he said, squeezing her shoulder. “Now, let me walk you back, it’s late and you should probably drink some water before you go to bed.”

“I’m not as drunk as you think I am, Remus,” she laughed, “I’m only slightly tipsy.”

“Never the less, it’s late,” he said, “And getting chilly out.” He shrugged out of his worn jacket and draped it around her shoulders.

“Would you kiss me?” She asked softly, staring up at him with pleading eyes. He started, shocked by the request.

“Hermione, you don’t know what you’re saying. You’ve had too much wine…”

“No, I know exactly what I’m saying and it isn’t the wine,” she said, reaching up to touch the scar running the length of his cheek. “Just a kiss, Remus, one kiss.”

“Why? Why would you want to kiss an old man like me?” he asked weakly.

“I want to feel pretty…I want to know what it’s like to be kissed by a man who finds me pretty. I want to know what it feels like to be kissed by you,” she whispered, moving in closer. “Please?”

He swallowed hard, his resistance to her plea non-existent as he touched her cheek with the fingertips of one hand and placed the other on her hip. He gently pressed his fingers along her jaw, tilting her head back as he bent slightly. She felt the soft brush of his mustache first, tickling her upper lip just before the warmth of his mouth pressed against hers. He was so gentle, his lips moving over hers in a soft exploration.

Her lips parted on a sigh, her tongue tapping at his lips until he opened and touched his tongue to hers. The kiss deepened and he held her closer, his hand tangling in her hair and holding her steady as his other hand slid around to her back and hauled her closer, fitting her against him as he delved into the sweet heat of her mouth. He was lost, slowly becoming intoxicated by the taste of the witch in his arms, wanting nothing more than to lay her in the sweet smelling spring grass and cover her body with his.

Before he gave into the temptation, to the insanity that gripped him in its lustful frenzy, they were wrenched apart by the loud cacophony of pyrotechnics coming from the burrow. Starbursts of color exploded over head and magical images of dancing dragons glittered like diamonds against the midnight blue sky. Remus slowly let her go, taking a step back and struggling to breathe and calm himself. She looked so beautiful, so enticing with her eyes half closed, her cheeks flushed and her lips wet and red from his kiss.

“Hermione, I…”

“Oh my,” she sighed, smiling slightly. “I think…I think you should definitely walk me back now.”

“Forgive me, I don’t know what came over me…I’m not usually so forward…” he stammered.

“That’s a shame,” she reached out to touch his lips with her fingertips, “That was the most incredible kiss…but you aren’t ready for me and that’s okay.”

“You’ve had too much wine,” he said hoarsely, moved by her declaration and slightly confused.

“If you say so,” she smiled, “let’s go back to the party. Someday, when you’re ready, you’ll kiss me again and then everything will be different. Wait and see.”

TWO YEARS LATER….

Haunted by a kiss, for two years he was haunted by a single kiss. Guilt and unresolved grief had driven him into the country for a time. With the wizarding world finally at peace he was able to take his son for an extended visit with his parents, and take the time to properly grieve for his wife and get himself together. He had accomplished his goal, he had let go of the past. Well, he had let go of most of it but that kiss still lingered.

Coming back to the Weasley house wasn’t easy, he considered just staying gone, raising his son in the solitude of the country. In the end he couldn’t do that to Harry, he couldn’t abandon the boy who had lost everyone he had ever cared for, everyone who cared for him. There was also a part of him that wanted to see her again. He often wondered if she recalled that night two years ago or if the wine had erased it from her memory.

She had claimed that she wasn’t intoxicated when she asked him to kiss her, but he didn’t believe it. What woman in her right mind would wish to kiss him? His wife had been the exception but most people often wondered if she were in her right mind. Funny, he couldn’t recall a single kiss with Dora that lingered in his mind the way that one did. He should probably feel guilty for that, though in truth he knew that Dora would be laughing at him and his discomfort.

She certainly would have been laughing had she seen him earlier when he arrived for the Weasley’s annual victory party. He had dropped Teddy off with his grandparents before arriving and it was a good thing given the way everyone had come down on him. He was embraced, shaken and scolded to within an inch of his life for a good ten minutes upon stepping foot in the house. And then the crowd had parted and he saw her, leaning against the parlor doorway.

She was different somehow, more mature, more…womanly. In two years time she had gone from an innocent girl asking to be kissed in the moonlight to beautiful young woman smiling at him around the glass of red wine in her hand. Her eyes held a certain knowledge that sent hot flashes streaking down his spine. His tongue seemed to swell inside his mouth, completely preventing coherent speech. Then, to make matters worse he tripped over his own feet when he stepped forward, only to look up and see her walking away.

He had caught her eye a dozen or more times from across the room over the course of the night but he had yet to even say hello, wasn’t sure he could if he tried. She left him speechless, and for that reason he found himself once more standing outside, this time on the back porch staring up at the half moon while the party went on inside.

“Hiding?” He turned to see Hermione edging out the back door, closing it gently behind her.

“Uh…I…air,” was all that he managed to say as he watched her walk across the porch, her sweetly curved body hugged in a violet sundress. The clicking of her heeled sandals on the wooden deck planks seemed outrageously loud to him as she went to the swing and sat down on the patchwork cushion.

“You used to be far more articulate,” she teased, tossing her long curls back over her shoulder.

“You used to be…younger,” he realized how ignorant that sounded as soon as he said it.

“So I did,” she said, smiling. “We find ourselves in familiar territory.”

“Yes…I didn’t think you would remember,” he said.

“How could you think I’d forget?” She asked, head tilted slightly as she watched him fidget. “Come for a walk with me.” She said, rising and brushing up against him as she stepped off the porch.

“Where do you wish to go?” He asked, looking back over his shoulder nervously.

“Just for a walk, Remus, I won’t bite you,” she grinned. “Unless you ask me nicely.”

He followed hesitantly, watching the soft sway of her hips as she maneuvered along the gravel path that led through the gate and away from the back garden, away from the house and its merry occupants. She no longer had the awkward walk of a shy girl, now she had an easy, confident stroll that rolled her hips and made her breasts bounce enticingly. When she spoke it wasn’t the soft, slightly high pitched sound of a girl but the confident, subtly seductive tone of a woman grown. How could so much have changed in only two years?

“You’ve changed, Hermione,” he said as they slipped away from the light of the house and moved into the shadows of night.

“It was bound to happen sooner or later,” she said with a knowing smirk. “You seem different as well, less melancholy.”

“I am well, happy even. My son makes me very happy,” he said.

“Teddy is a delightful boy, but then again why wouldn’t he be? His father is a delightful man,” she smiled at him as stepped through a small copse of trees that opened into small clearing where thick grass carpeted the ground. She stopped in the center and tilted her head up, the light of the moon illuminating her ivory skin. He was mesmerized, stunned by her loveliness and his reaction to her. He should be ashamed of the lust rising up inside him, heating his blood and hardening his cock. It should feel wrong, criminal and twisted, but it didn’t, instead it felt like the most natural, right thing in the world. That fact scared him more than anything ever had.

She sighed and kicked off the high heeled sandals, curling her toes into the grass beneath her feet.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“The moon, the stars…they are so beautiful tonight,” she said softly.

“I suppose a normal person might see it that way, I see a half moon marking two weeks until the next transformation,” he said with a sardonic smile.

“I like it when you smile, Remus. You look very handsome when you smile,” she said, casting him a glance over her shoulder.

“How many glasses of wine did you have back at the house?” He asked, frowning.

“Are you going to accuse me of being drunk again?” she laughed, turning around to face him. “I’m as sober as you are, Remus.” She took a few steps towards him and reached up to touch the scar on his cheek, just as she had two years previously.

“What do you want from me?” He asked softly. He was only a man and his will was not that strong. He was lonely and frankly the closer he got to the full moon the more insistent his libido became. His keen senses detected her arousal easily; she was ripe and fertile, ready to be plucked by some lucky wizard. He wasn’t in a position to refuse her, didn’t think he could muster the strength to walk away from her.

“I knew that you weren’t ready for me that night, but I wanted to kiss you anyway because I wanted proof of what my heart already knew. I told you that one day you would be ready and you would kiss me again. Do you remember that?” She asked, moving closer and laying her hand on his waist beneath his jacket.

“I remember,” he swallowed hard and took a ragged breath.

“I gave you time to grieve and come to terms with your loss,” she slid her fingers into his hair, her thumb caressing the shell of his ear. “Now you are back. It’s time to kiss me again, Remus; it’s time for you to accept the truth.”

“What truth is that?” he was breathing hard, his heart pounding as if it were going to burst from his chest at any moment.

“I’m your true mate,” she whispered, lifting onto her toes as she tugged his head down until their lips brushed. “Kiss me and you’ll see.” She didn’t give him a chance to refuse her. She fit her lips to his like a puzzle piece sliding into place, a perfect fit. He felt the same stirring as he had the first time only now his head was clear, without grief or the fog of guilt to muffle the affect. Heat coursed through him, prickling along his spine and down into his balls. His cock lengthened, hardened, reaching for her, needing to mark her, to claim her. His body acknowledged the truth she spoke, she was his true mate and finally he was ready for her.

With that internal admission a fever swept over him. Arms that had hung limp at his sides went around her waist and hauled her up against him, the softness of her belly rubbing against the rigid column of his arousal. He wanted her in a way that he had never wanted a woman in his life, with a lust so powerful that he shook in fear of it. He took her mouth with bruising force, his tongue delving deep and getting a fresh taste of the flavor that he never quite forgot. His woman, his witch, his mate.

He felt her pushing against his chest, pushing him back and while his wolf instinct resisted his humanity told him to back off. She tore her lips away from his, gasping as she took a step back and licked her lips.

“I’m sorry…” he began, thinking he must have been too rough, too eager. But she surprised him once more when she pulled her wand from between her breasts and tossed it aside before she reached behind her back and lowered the zipper on her dress. The bodice came loose, gaping a bit, teasing him with a glimpse of the soft curve of her breasts. She only teased for a moment before shamelessly letting the dress drop to the ground to puddle around her ankles. “I...me…uhm…gods damn you are beautiful.”

She stood there like a goddess in nothing but a pair of cream colored knickers riding low on her hips. She was bathed in moonlight, her body soft and sweetly curved, the perfect haven for his. She smiled that sweet inviting arch of her lips that made him want to devour her all over again. She hooked her fingers into the stretchy waistband of her underwear and pushed them down her hips, then kicked them aside. She was completely naked and not at all shy about it, standing boldly before him like an offering.

His mouth watered with the need to taste the tight brown nipples that puckered and strained towards him in the cool evening air. He wanted to trail his tongue down the center of her torso, over the soft curve of her belly and into the lightly furred delta between her thighs. He wanted to possess her, every inch of her with his mouth, his hands, his cock.

“Your turn,” she said, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“My turn?” He couldn’t think straight enough to process her words; all of his blood had rushed to his crotch. She laughed a light tinkling sound that echoed in the shaded cove they shared. She stepped forward and slid her hands inside his jacket, smoothing them up the front of his body and over his shoulders, shoving the jacket off in the process. She worked the buttons free on his shirt, her nimble fingers plucking each one until his shirt joined the growing pile of clothing on the ground at their feet.

Her chest tightened when she saw the scars marring his lean frame, scars from years of transformation, from battles that were won and some that were nearly lost. She traced a long winding mark that ran from shoulder to navel, her fingers ruffling through the sparse patch of hair in the center of his chest that narrowed into a line bisecting his stomach. She was bold as brass as she loosened his belt and unfastened his trousers, reaching around to slide her hands inside and curve around his backside. His boxers fell to his feet along with his slacks and he had to back up a step so that he could bend down and remove his shoes and socks.

He grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head back and looking into her eyes. He had thought to ask if she was certain but he could see no doubt, no fear in her eyes, only want and…love.

“How long?” He asked.

“A long time now,” she whispered.

“You never said a word to me…why?”

“You weren’t ready for me and I wasn’t ready for you, I needed to mature and you needed to get your head together. The time is right, the time is now, Remus,” she whispered. “Claim what belongs to you.”

A growl rose out of his throat and he jerked her against him, his mouth slanting over hers. His tongue delved deep as he ravished her with his lips. His hands were traversing the smooth skin of her back, caressing the curve of her bottom and pulling her closer. He left her mouth to nibble along the line of her jaw and the impudent thrust of her chin. Her nails raked lightly over his shoulders as he sank to his knees in front of her, his lips moving down her throat as he went.

He eased to the ground so that he was on his knees before her with his hands on her waist. The light brown tips of her breasts were ruched in the cool night air and were reaching towards him as if begging for his touch. He slid his hands up along her sides, following the curve of her waist to her ribcage where he was able to take the heavy weight of them into his hands. He kneaded the soft globes gently, reverently. His long fingers curving around the plump mounds, the nipple being worried by the circling pad of his thumb.

He replaced his thumb with his tongue, tickling the sensitive peaks with the pointed tip before wrapping his lips around her and suckling first one and then the other until she was leaning into him, her hands in his hair holding him tight against her. One busy hand slid back down her waist and over her hip, smoothing down the outside of her thigh and then back up, fingertips leaving a trail of fire up the inside. Though his touch was expected she still jumped when his fingers pushed through the lips of her sex and slid through the welcoming cream of arousal. Her knees went weak and she slumped slightly against him.

“Remus….” She whimpered his name and it rolled over him like a wave of heat. He had no control left and no desire for any. He felt free, whole and completely ravenous. He gripped the backs of her thighs and jerked her off her feet. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck to keep from falling as he pulled her legs around his waist and tumbled her back onto their discarded clothing.

He attacked the pulse pounding at the base of her throat with lips, tongue and teeth, marking her but not breaking the skin. He would never risk infecting her despite the strong urge to sink his teeth into her. But it was the urge to sink something else into her that was persistently gnawing at him in that moment.

“I want you…shouldn’t…..” he growled against her throat as he shifted her beneath him, pulling her legs up so that her thighs rode high on his waist.

“You don’t have a choice and neither do I,” she panted, moaning and arching her back. “I don’t want a choice, I want you, Remus, I need you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned, sounding almost pained as he began to stroke the length of his cock through the slick folds of her pussy. He had never felt anything so deliciously decadent, smooth and slippery, like hot silk against the rigid length of his erection.

“You won’t hurt me, Remus,” she said reaching between them and wrapping her fingers around the thick column of flesh. “Come inside me.” She rubbed the bulbous head against her clit, back and forth a couple of times before pressing him down and notching it against her dripping opening. “Now!”

He was too hot, his body felt like it was on fire, his spine prickling with heat. Perspiration began to soak his skin, the night breeze doing nothing to cool him, to assuage the tight, itchy discomfort. Only she could do that. Only locking himself deep inside her could do that. He pulled back and with one sharp thrust he was buried all the way inside her. Her body bowed beneath him and a hoarse shout of pleasure rent the air.

“Yes!” It was like she became possessed and the cool sophisticated woman she had been turned into a wild, demanding creature. Her nails raked down his back, her hands curving around the narrow cheeks of his ass as she lifted and rolled her hips in counterpoint to his thrusts. The walls of her vagina pulsed around him in a hot, wet massage that pulled at him, increasing the pressure in his balls.

“You are…gods you are unbelievable,” he growled, thrusting hard and fast, stroking them both into a frenzy.

“Feels so good…don’t stop…don’t stop…please, don’t stop!” She held on tight, her whimpers of pleasure growing louder and louder, the sounds of their body coming together blending with the sounds of night to create a symphony of nature, of life. He couldn’t get enough of her, the more he took the more he wanted, the deeper he went the deeper he longed to go. He wanted to be a part of her, this girl he had known for years. The person he had watched grow from a child into a woman. He wanted to own her, possess her, to be a part of her body and soul. His woman, his witch, his mate.

“My mate…mine…say it…tell me,” he demanded, his thrusts becoming firmer and faster.

“Yes, Remus, I’m yours, your mate…always,” she whispered, arching beneath him, slamming her hips up against his until her world exploded into kaleidoscope of color. An orgasm like nothing she had known roared through her body, wave after wave of pure joy wracking her body in a climax that went on and on until she felt him swell and his release jettison into her. His neck arched, his head thrown back as he half growled/half howled into the night sky, his body still thrusting against her as he emptied himself into her.

“I love you,” she whispered when he went slack against her. He would have rolled away but she held on to him with arms and legs locked around him.

“I don’t know what to say,” he whispered.

“Don’t say anything, you don’t have to love me back, Remus,” she said softly. “That will come in time. I’m your mate; you’re stuck with me now.”

“Why you?” He asked aloud, confusion and disbelief in his voice. “Why a human witch?”

“Why not me?” she asked, smiling, her body tingling pleasantly.

“How is it that you knew, but I never sensed it?” he groaned as he withdrew from her, gently prying her arms and legs from around him so he could roll onto his back beside her and let the breeze cool his sweat soaked skin.

“I didn’t realize it until I was eighteen, until I watched you almost die on the battlefield. My heart seized up, like I was having a heart attack, I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was going to die until I saw you move,” she shook her head as though trying to clear the bad memories away. “I always knew I was attracted to you but I ticked it off as a silly schoolgirl’s crush on the teacher…but it never went away, it was always there and as I got older it got worse. When you married Tonks it broke my heart…then things changed…the war, you being widowed…I was drawn to you, it was so strong and carnal, I realized it wasn’t normal so I began researching it and realized the truth.”

“I’ve never met a more brilliant witch than you, Hermione,” he said, smiling at her in awe.

“It was different, wasn’t it? What just happened between us….it wasn’t like that with Ron,” she said quietly, “That was incredible…powerful….did you feel it?” She asked.

“I did,” he reached for her hand and twined their fingers together. “This is going to be complicated, our friends, my son…”

“Not tonight, Remus, it’s not complicated right now. Right now we are the only two people in the world; the rest can wait until tomorrow.” She turned her head and smiled then rolled towards him.

“What are you doing?” The corner of his mouth twitched up into a little smile.

“Kissing you…”

I get so bored at work sometimes, silly little oneshots pop into my head, sometimes fluffy, sometimes raunchy….this one was fluffy, giving me a break from dark SS/HG…helped me develop a deeper RL/HG plot though, maybe Ill have it up soon =) thanks for reading

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