"I can smell it, you know?"
Hermione almost didn't hear the softly spoken words, wondering for a moment if she had imagined them. She looked up from the scrolls she was grading and saw Remus standing in the doorway of the classroom where she taught Muggle Studies at Hogwarts. He was just inside her classroom, the door having been quietly shut behind him. She wasn't surprised to see him in her class, the two of them having struck up an instant friendship since she had started teaching at Hogwarts at the beginning of the term, nearly three months ago.
She got along well with all the professors, even Severus, which surprised a lot of people considering their past history when she‘d been his student, but she had a special place in her heart for the quiet Dark Arts professor. She had taken to him instantly after their reunion following her graduation from University and subsequent appointment at Hogwarts, always liking his gentle nature but seeing an underlying strength and intelligence that she admired during the nearly dozen years she had known him. He hadn't had an easy life, far from it in fact, but he didn't allow the past to consume him. He was also quite pleasing to the eyes, though many seemed to overlook his attractiveness, rarely looking beyond the faint scars on his face.
Hermione looked and saw a very handsome man with light brown hair that always looked as if it needed cut and beautiful hazel eyes that changed from a blue as pale as the sky to a golden brown as it neared the full moon and several shades in between depending on his mood. He was too thin, his body slender but strong, just a slight hint of muscle beneath his robes. He had gorgeous lips, a bit thin but never failing to cause her to wonder what they would feel like against hers. His voice was normally much like him, soft and reserved, patient, cultured, intelligent, though she had heard it sharpen as he wittily responded to one or another of Severus' many insults during meals.
He was not perfect, and she didn't mean just because he happened to be a werewolf since she didn‘t see that as a negative and merely accepted it as part of Remus. He had a bit of a temper, though he rarely lost it unless it was close to the full moon and he was provoked into raising his voice. She knew that he was fierce and dangerous if he or someone he cared about were threatened, which she considered a positive trait. He was sometimes too aloof, keeping to himself, polite but distant to most the faculty, though she was pleased to say that he had seemed to take to her in much the same way she'd taken to him, allowing her to befriend him and get closer than most the professors.
When she had first accepted the position at Hogwarts, she had been excited that she would be able to spend more time with the man that she had found fascinating since she was thirteen. However, she had been worried that he would treat her like a child, in the same manner that he had since they’d first met during her third year at Hogwarts, despite the fact that she was older now and had gone to University. It had been a relief when he had greeted her as a colleague and treated her as an adult, the two becoming even closer over the last few months.
He had lost so much in the past, his family and his friends, only just recently being accepted by the Wizarding Community, most having to overlook or at least tolerate his lycanthropy due to the part he had played in their battle against Voldemort a few years prior. He did not trust easily, was guarded with his emotions, though he cared deeply about those he did trust, making her all the more keen to secure a position in that circle of few. Like the wolf he was a few days a month, he was loyal and devoted to those he considered family and friend.
Hermione thought he was sometimes too passive, so intent on controlling himself to avoid being compared to the werewolf that he didn't allow himself to relax or simply be himself. She could imagine how it must be for him, having to conceal his true nature, losing many of the people he had allowed himself to trust, not allowing anyone to get too close because he considered himself cursed. She had lost track of how many hours she had devoted to thinking about Remus in the years since he was her Defense teacher, worrying about him and caring about him and, as she got older, fantasizing about him. Yes, she had spent hundreds of hours over the last dozen years thinking about Remus Lupin, some of which did not involve him being naked and doing wonderfully naughty things to her, and she had acknowledged years ago that she had a crush on the handsome professor.
She had done her best to conceal her attraction, knowing from her observations and their more recent conversations that he did not have relationships of a romantic nature and that he was not interested in anything other than friendship. She suspected that his relationship with Sirius had been far more meaningful than anyone seemed to assume, something that she accepted easily and had no concerns about, though it did cause her to wonder if he would even be interested in her sexually should she finally admit the truth about how she felt for him. She knew there were people that were attracted to both men and women, but she wasn’t sure if Remus would fancy her even if he was ready to become involved with someone following the loss of Sirius nearly a decade ago.
She enjoyed their friendship and did not want to risk losing his companionship because of her overactive hormones and fanciful notions of being the one to end his loneliness and accept him completely so that he could finally start enjoying his life. He was in his early forties, though he did look much older either due to his lycanthropy or merely an unfortunate past that had caused him to grow up quickly and have little fun or enjoyment in his life, and she would love to see him smiling and happy, always pleased when she caused a smile, even a brief fleeting twist of his lips, to appear on his face.
Unfortunately, he had never looked at her as anything beyond a fellow teacher, someone with whom he shared several common interests and considered a friend or as Harry‘s best friend, a girl he was supposed to look out for and considered his responsibility. There had never been any hint of lust in those pale eyes when he looked at her, not even a slightest hint of awareness that she was a woman, failing to notice the growing affection she felt towards him and never once had he given her the impression that he thought she was pretty or attractive. Hermione pulled herself from her thoughts as she realized that she had not yet responded to his strange comment and that she had been close to ogling him for the past few minutes.
She put her quill down and met his eyes, confusion flashing in their amber depths as she said, "I'm sorry, Remus. What did you say?"
Remus studied her silently, wondering if she had any idea how much control it was taking him to remain standing at the door instead of crossing the room and claiming those lovely full lips, knowing that she was entirely clueless to the reaction he had to her. He had tried to stay away, to ignore the attraction that had sparked from their first meeting after her graduation from University, reminding himself that she was too young. She was Harry’s best friend, for Merlin's sake!
He’d known her since she was a brilliant third year, his student, curious and thoughtful, asking questions and wanting to know all the answers. It hadn’t been until after she left Hogwarts that he’d found himself looking at her and noticing the subtle changes that had occurred as she had gotten older. Astonished that he’d been looking at her in a way that was not at all suitable for one of his advanced years, he’d been relieved when he’d been asked back to Hogwarts and she’d gone off to University, though that had been the beginning of her appearing in his dreams whenever he didn’t dream of Sirius.
When she’d arrived at Hogwarts, he’d determined that he would gain control of the desire she brought out in him and focus on the reasons that it was foolish to be infatuated with the brilliant young witch. Reminding himself that she was twenty years younger and, despite obviously finding him arousing, couldn‘t possibly be interested in a relationship with him. Reminding himself that he was a werewolf, a despised creature, worthless and undeserving of such a beautiful and bright young girl. But, when she looked at him with those pretty eyes, he forgot all of the arguments as to why it was so wrong to want to be with her. There was no disgust or trepidation in her eyes when they were together, she did not look at him as if he were a dangerous animal, she looked at him like he was a man, accepting the beast as part of him without reservation.
He knew that Hermione had the most generous soul of anyone he‘d ever met, loving unconditionally, devoted to those she considered friends, so her acceptance was not surprising when looked at logically, but he was so unaccustomed to being around someone that did not dwell upon his true nature somewhere in their mind, fear and anxiety common emotions he noticed when around strangers and even colleagues. The students accepted him, finding him a good professor and not caring one wit about his disappearance a few days a month, their early curiosity or fear dissipating as time passed.
He had friends, members of the Order that he trusted with his life, Harry and his other friends, but he rarely ever allowed them to really know him, to see the good and the bad. Hermione, this lovely and intelligent woman, was the first person in many, many years that he felt like letting in, truly letting in. He'd resisted, tried his best to stay away to avoid complicating her life or risking their newly formed friendship, but he wanted her, damn it, and it had been so bloody long since he'd wanted someone like this.
He could hear Sirius in his head, his lover urging him to go for it, to be daring, giving him encouragement. He had not felt exactly like this since he‘d realized his feelings for Sirius, and he had been too shy, too scared to tell him how he felt and he'd watched as Siri had fallen in love with everyone but him until finally seeing him. Before Sirius had snogged him senseless during the summer before seventh year, he’d turned his attentions to Lily, but he had again been hesitant in making his interest known.
Though, it was thankful in that case because he had finally had Sirius and watched as Lily fell in love with one of his best friends. James making her happy in a way that he never would have been able to, their union happy and full of love and cut too short because of that bastard Voldemort and Peter. The latter two were now gone, just as Sirius, Lily, and James were, merely memories that he sometimes brought out when he was unable to sleep.
He heard Sirius often, though. His lover and best friend had been gone from this world for over a decade, but Remus still heard his voice all the time, still considered some situations by asking himself what Sirius would do, provided a calming presence when it was time for the change each month. He knew it wasn't really Sirius, of course, but it was comforting to remember his lover and give a familiar voice to the thoughts in his head.
Sirius would have liked Hermione as an adult, probably flirted with her and tried to get into her knickers with little regard to the age difference and the fact she was his Godson‘s best friend, and Sirius would have approved of her as a mate for his best friend and lover. Of that, Remus had little doubt. Bloody hell, he shouldn't be here, in her classroom with the door charmed shut, planning to stop resisting and simply take what he wanted, to give her everything her eyes and body told him she wanted, to make her his mate.
He had never been any good at seduction, had no practice whatsoever, but he had woken that morning with a determined gleam in his eyes. He had nearly kissed her the night before, though she had no idea of his intentions, and he had laid in bed for hours unable to sleep, conversing with Sirius, or himself to be technical, and he had realized that it wasn't going away, his need and desire and affection for her. He was resisting, trying to stay away, but it was only getting worse.
They had only truly gotten to know one another and become real friends three months ago when they had become colleagues yet she knew him better than any other. Whenever she saw him, she would smile a special smile that only he received. He could feel her watching him when she thought he wasn't paying attention, those gorgeous eyes following his every movement, a mixture of desire and love in their depths the few times he'd covertly looked at her to confirm the suspicion of being watched. He had tried to resist for her own good, knowing he was not what she needed in her life, but he was through with it. He was going to be a selfish bastard for once and go after what he wanted.
"Remus?" Hermione called his name softly, her eyes widening when he looked at her, unable to deny the very lusty expression in his eyes. When the hell had that happened? She'd thought he only considered her a friend, was convinced he'd never once thought of her as attractive, but the look in his eyes didn't seem new, which meant she'd been wrong. Normally, she hated being wrong, but she would make an exception this time, she decided, as the air in her classroom seemed to grow hotter just from that one wicked look from Remus.
"I can smell you, Hermione," Remus said softly, hoping his voice sounded seductive and tempting instead of merely ridiculous, as he sounded to himself. The sweet aroma of Hermione’s arousal was in the air so he guessed he was doing something right.
"Smell me?" Hermione repeated dumbly, sounding nothing at all like the intelligent witch that had graduated as the top student at Hogwarts several years before. She watched his lips curl into what could only be described as a wolfish grin as he deliberately inhaled, his eyes never leaving hers.
"The scent of a woman," he replied as he began to walk towards hers, thinking that it was a good sign that she had not laughed at his actions and had not tried to get away. Instead, she was merely looking at him with that look of concentration and arousal that had made him thankful for the loose robes many a time over the last few months.
He sniffed the air, his eyes fluttering slightly as he inhaled the unique scent of Hermione: vanilla, jasmine, desire. She always smelled like this, so bloody tempting, her scent identifiable even in crowds during meals. He could recognize her smell across the Great Hall, even without the scents of Muggle products, just her scent, the scent of Hermione, was enough to leave him hard and aching.
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he tried to think of something flirt or seductive to say, his normally agile mind at a complete loss. He continued, hoping he didn’t sound like a bloody fool, "The scent of arousal, so sweet, so intoxicating. Do you have any idea what it does to me? Smelling your desire every time you look at me? I have to fight for control, to resist the urge to simply pull you against me and bury myself deep inside you. You make me want to lose control, Hermione."
"Oh God," Hermione whimpered softly as she listened to his passionate words, his eyes flashing with a desire she’d only dreamed about, her body responding to his words, to his desire.
Remus heard the yearning in her voice, saw the way her eyes had darkened to a gorgeous amber that reminded him of the trees in the forest, could hear the rapid speed of her heart as he moved closer, stalking her. Any doubts he had regarding his planned actions faded as soon as she looked into his eyes and nervously licked her lips, his cock hardening against his trousers as he finally reached her desk.
Before she could say another word, he moved swiftly, his right hand tangling in her thick brown hair, pulling her head back, his lips finding hers. The kiss was amazing, consuming them both. Neither one thought of anything except the feel of each other, their need, their craving for one another, the love they felt for each other.
Hermione returned his kiss with equal fervor. The time for words of growing affection and a future was later. This was about feeling, about giving up control to one another, about being together. She had been dreaming about this since she was sixteen and acknowledged her crush on Remus, having to resist the urge to pinch herself to make sure this wasn’t just another dream. He tasted of chocolate and butterbeer and a unique flavor entirely his own. She’d have gladly tasted him for hours, wanting to run her tongue over every inch of his flesh, but that would have to wait until they were not in her classroom and had enough time to spend hours exploring one another’s bodies.
For now, they had less than an hour until dinner and she wanted to feel him against her, inside her. She’d waited for so long. They continued to kiss, their hands not idle. Her robe was unfastened and pushed down her shoulders, pooling in the chair beneath her. She stood, her hands working on the buttons of his robe, not bothering to remove it, instead moving to unbutton his shirt. Damn all the buttons, she thought crossly, finally just pulling his shirt open, listening as the buttons fell to the floor. She heard him growl softly as her nails moved over his naked chest, the sound sending tremors of arousal throughout her.
Remus released her mouth finally, his eyes looking at her flushed face, noticing with satisfaction that she was as aroused as he was. He smiled slightly as he pulled her shirt over her head, his eyes blazing a heated trail across the bared flesh. She was so lovely, her beauty natural and often unnoticed. Her hair was a gorgeous shade of brown, framing her pretty face in unruly curls, her lips full, even her nose was cute. She was shorter than him, her head easily resting on his shoulder, her figure slender though she often complained about being too thin, full breasts that would fill his hand, legs that were surprisingly long, her pale flesh scattered with faint freckles. So bloody beautiful.
He shrugged off his robe and shirt, letting them fall to the floor. He hesitated as he stood half naked before her, aware of the pale scars on his body that were constant reminders of the beast within. He inhaled sharply when he felt warm lips brush against a scar on his chest, eyes looking at her with wonder and love as she kissed the old wound. He leaned down and kissed her, pushing her back against her desk as he made love to her mouth.
With surprisingly deft fingers, he unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts, tossing the undergarment on the floor. She was wearing a skirt today, something he was grateful for as he spread her legs and moved between them, pulling her to the edge of the desk, not caring that they were knocking everything off the top of it. Breaking the kiss, he moved his mouth down her neck, licking his way to her breasts.
He heard her soft gasp of pleasure as he ran his tongue over her nipple, his left hand moving to her leg and pushing her skirt up. His fingers brushed against her wet knickers, listening to her verbal sounds of bliss, pleased that she was a vocal lover and not afraid of expressing her enjoyment of what they were sharing, but aware enough to not be too loud considering they were about to shag in her classroom.
The fingers of her left hand tangled in his shaggy brown hair, urging him closer to her breasts, her legs moving around his waist as she arched her back, her right hand clenching in some papers from her desk as she supported her weight to give him better access to her body. She was rubbing against his waist like some wanton hussy, wishing he’d quit teasing and just fuck her senseless. His lips and tongue moved over her breasts, lavishing them with attention as his fingers pushed against the material of her panties, touching her but not giving her what she needed.
She felt his lips move lower, his tongue darting into her belly button, her eyes watching his progress as he reached her waist, kneeling before her. Her skirt was pushed up and gathered around her waist, her eyes catching his as he smiled a wicked smile and ripped her panties from her trembling body. Remus brought the panties to his face and inhaled, his eyes darkening as he muttered, "You smell so good."
Before Hermione could respond to the compliment, his face was buried between her thighs, that long tongue tasting her flowing juices. Her eyes rolled back as he feasted on her, his hands moving beneath her butt, urging her closer. She fell back against the desk, listening to the sound of the scrolls falling to the floor, thinking for a moment that it was highly unprofessional to push her students’ homework off the desk so she could shag the Dark Arts professor, but Remus chose that moment to nibble on her clit and all thought fled her mind.
Her hand moved up to caress her breasts as he tasted her, her breathing growing ragged as she felt her release nearing. "Yes," she hissed softly as she came, her juices covering his face as he licked her through her orgasm. She looked into his face, seeing that his eyes were on her face, watching her as she came. She begged, "Remus, please."
"Taste so good," he whispered as he stood up, his hands unfastening his brown trousers, releasing his throbbing cock. He began to stroke his erection, using his fingers to spread the precum over his length, preparing for her.
Her eyes moved over him, watching his hands stroke his length as he prepared himself for her. He was larger than Ron, the only other lover she had ever had, having given her best friend her virginity during their sixth year at Hogwarts during their attempt at a relationship before they decided they made much better friends than lovers and parted amicably. The time with Ron had been nothing like this, her entire body aroused and desperate to feel Remus inside her. Watching him stroke his cock, she used the time to push her skirt down, not wanting it to get any messier than it already was. When it was off and she was completely nude, she laid back against the desk and spread her legs, her eyes meeting his as she smiled.
He moved between her legs, positioning his cock at her entrance. Carefully, he began to push inside her. She was to tight, so wet. His thickness stretched her as he moved deeper. Leaning forward, his lips caught hers, his hands moving her closer, sending him deep inside her. Finally, he was buried inside her, where he’d wanted to be for months, years if he was completely honest. He gave her a moment to adjust to him, resisting the urge to simply shag her hard and deep.
Her hand moved behind him, one cupping his ass, the other gently stroking his shoulder blade as she moved against him. His lips moved across her cheeks and neck in between kisses, her mouth nibbling on his neck as they began to move faster. Her legs were wrapped around his slim waist, pulling him deeper. He whispered her name as nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent, now a mixture of jasmine, vanilla, sex, sweat, and him. He loved this combination of scents, marking her as his woman. He could feel the tension, knew he was close to orgasm, wanted her to come with him.
Hermione felt him change position, her clit rubbing against him with each thrust. She moaned softly as new sensations spread over her. She kissed him as she felt her second orgasm approaching, her muscles tightening around him as she felt the tension snap. She moaned as she came, her fingernails digging into his ass cheek and back, her body arching against his, her breasts against his chest as the orgasm rocked her. He followed her into orgasm, groaning her name as he came, his seed spilling inside her.
Once they were both able to catch their breath, Hermione looked at him and smiled shyly, pushing her hair from her face before leaning over and kissing him tenderly. When she pulled back, her eyes looked into his and she said, "I’ve been wanting to do that for years."
"I know," his twisted into an affectionate smile as he caressed her cheek, "I could smell your arousal, so enticing."
"I guess I’d better get used to your heightened senses, huh?" Hermione asked a bit quietly, uncertainty flashing in her eyes as she mentioned what happened next.
"You’re mine, Hermione," he replied in response to her question, his hand twisted into her hair, a possessive gleam in his eyes as he looked at her. His voice softened as he said, "If you want to be."
"Merlin, yes," Hermione grinned, watching the relief flash in his eyes. They were a pair, both rather insecure about relationships. She brushed his hair from his eyes, smiling mischievously as she asked, "You think we can do that again?"
Remus laughed at her words, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he smiled wickedly and drawled lazily, "Darlin‘, that was just the beginning," before kissing her again, deciding that dinner could wait. Right now, he had a beautiful brunette naked in his arms and he was starting to get the hang of this seduction thing.
*The End*