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Remus made a low oath before standing fluidly and covering Hermione with the blanket. “Don’t move,” he said.
He stared down at Hermione and gave her a look. She looked so innocent sitting there and looking up at him, and with Moony so close to the surface, all he could think about was fucking her.
Knowing who was on the other side of the door, he unbuttoned his shirt and let it hang open. He smirked as he twisted the knob and opened the door, and leaned on it casually.
James stood there with his face scrunched up as he took in Remus’ appearance. “Could you not?” he said. “Put some clothes on.”
“What are you doing here? Hermione and I were in the middle of something.”
“I’m sure,” James said as he pushed past him.
James let out a yelp when he entered the cabin, stopped short, and everyone ran into the backs of each other—all except Tunie, who was holding Charlie.
“What the fuck!” James said with a snarl. “Get some fucking clothes on, Hermione!”
Remus smirked with his back to them and closed the door.
“Why should I?” Hermione asked. “This is my cabin, and I was in the middle of something with my husband!”
Remus went to her side and picked up her top as she pressed the wolf’s blanket to her chest. With quick, quiet efficiency, Remus helped Hermione put her top back on. Not that he wanted her to.
“We need to talk, all of us do,” James said and pointed to all the couches and chairs now transfigured in the room, down to a small bassinet for Charlie. “Mum told us that you are super cheesed off at her.”
“I am,” Hermione said, and then frowned. “What does that have to do with you lot?”
“Because we are their friends, too, the Grangers that is. But it didn’t start off that way.”
“Jamie, it is far too late, and I’m too tired for this conversation right now.”
“Too bad,” he said. “I can’t sleep knowing you might be mad at me tomorrow.”
“Fine,” she said, and then sighed. Remus picked up his wife, moved to the couch, and sat down.
Hermione took her toes and shoved them under Sirius’ thigh, and he yelped. “Godric, Hermione, I’m not a pair of socks!”
“Deal with it,” she said.
To be honest, Remus wasn’t pleased to have Hermione’s toes there, but kept it to himself. This conversation was going to be rocky, and he wanted her as calm as possible. He wondered if she would be cheesed off at him for being Hermione Granger’s godfather, making Hermione her godmother.
Hermione leaned back against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, hoping to keep her tethered to him. He knew she was going to be cheesed off and soon, but how much, he didn’t know. She wasn’t the same girl.
“Well?” Hermione said. “Get on with it.”
“Look, Mum and Dad searched for the Grangers after reading your journals. Moody and Crocker were helping them.”
As James spoke, Remus could feel the stiffness in Hermione’s posture, but she hadn’t pulled away yet, which gave him hope.
“And,” Hermione said.
“It’s like this, kitten,” Sirius said. “The rest of us lot were not too keen on getting to know them at first, but your parents said that the Grangers were orphans, and didn’t have family. It made me feel something towards them since Reg and I are orphans, too, or would be if it weren’t for your parents. How could I be upset that your parents wanted to help someone else?”
Hermione was quiet, and Remus began to rub her back. The rest of them gave her time to process all of this information, and Remus, for once, wished he could read minds, or mind-link with his wife. He didn’t want her to feel betrayed, or alone in this.
“I see,” Hermione said. Then she said something that surprised him. “I suppose I would’ve been an orphan too if it weren’t for Mum and Dad.”
“You’ll always be my sister,” James said with sincerity. “That will never change. Hermione Granger is the old you; you’re not that girl anymore. She won’t be like you, and I told Mum and Dad that repeatedly. They said they are aware, but wanted to do something for your namesake so she wouldn’t have a difficult time at Hogwarts or scare the Grangers. You wrote that they kinda let you do your own thing because they were frightened of you? Is that true?”
“Rightly so,” Hermione said. “I Oblivated them so I could go on the run with Harry and hid all that from you, Sirius, and Remus. Fucking Dumbledore told us, too.”
“I’m glad the fucker is dead,” Regulus said. “When we read what he put you and Harry through, what he put you all through, it’s no wonder he was killed this time around.”
“He tried to take me with him,” Hermione said. “When I pushed him over the edge on the tower, he grabbed my robes, and it was Tom who saved me.”
“Didn’t matter much; he tried to kill you right after,” James said.
“I know,” she said, rubbing her chest.
Remus stood and cradled Hermione to his chest. “I suppose you lot are welcome to stay here. We’ll discuss this tomorrow. I just bandaged Hermione’s wound and packed it.”
“That’s what you were doing?” James said with surprise. “Why didn’t you say so?”
“Oh, I was trying to shag Remus,” Hermione said. “He was reluctant, but I was making progress until you showed up.”
“Gross,” James said.
Hermione shook her head, her hair tickling Remus’ cheek. “I’m not sure if I’ll go to breakfast in the morning,” she said. “But we’ll talk tomorrow either way. If I don’t go, you can come back here, and we’ll talk.”
“Night, Hermione,” Lily said. “We do love you.”
“I know you all love me, as I do you. I need time.”
“I think Sirius, Regulus, and I will go back to Grimmauld Place. We’ll come back in the morning, say 9:00?” Severus asked. “The floo has been connected.”
“Y-yes, it’s connected to all of our places. Tunie and I will go home, too. We are trying to get Charlie to sleep through the night.”
Remus waited patiently as everyone left. James was adamant about staying at the cabin, but Lily dragged him to the floo by the ear, and once everyone was gone, Remus locked it once again.
“Make sure you double lock it. I know those idiots might try to floo call, especially Jamie.”
“Alone, at last,” Remus said. “Shall we continue what we started here, or in bed?”
“Both?” Hermione said.
Remus captured her lips and dropped to his knees on the furs with her, all too happy to oblige his wife.
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Every touch, kiss, nip, and breath sent Hermione’s body on fire. It appeared that Remus was in no rush, and undressed her slowly until she was naked before him.
She wanted to cover up and felt the heat rise to her cheeks, but Remus was gentle as he grabbed her hands and placed them above her head, his grip loose.
“No,” he said. “Don’t hide from me; I’ve waited long enough to finally connect with you intimately.”
Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as Remus dipped his head and nipped at her mark again. “Undress me,” he whispered against her skin.
Her hands shook as she tried to unbutton his shirt. He raised his body to accommodate her. When she reached his belt buckle, her hands fumbled, and she let out a low oath as she tried again.
The deep chuckle against her skin caused her to shudder as he got to his knees between her legs and locked eyes with her. He was slow as he undid his buckle, and Hermione’s body clenched at the jingling of the buckle against the lock, and it fell to the side.
He unsnapped the button of his trousers and lowered the zipper slowly, still watching her expressions.
She looked down, and he stopped. “Eyes on me,” he said with a growl.
Hermione’s eyes snapped to his, and he could see them flashing gold, to hazel, repeatedly. It seemed that Moony came out to play.
Shuffling out of his trousers, Hermione kept her eyes on him as he started to stroke himself. She wanted to look, but she knew Remus, or Moony, wanted her to watch him.
He lowered himself, covering her body with hers, and she spread her legs wide to accommodate him. She could feel his cock resting on her belly, and began to have second thoughts. Was she ready to do this? At the time, she was hot and ready to go, but then the reality of the situation crashed into her.
Remus bracketed her with his arms, bending his head to whisper in his ear. “I’m scared, too. I know we’re—this will be our first time for both of us. For so many years I have dreamt of this moment of being with you, and I knew it would never be my reality.
“I love you, Hermione. I want to be with you in all ways, to claim you again, this time properly. We won’t hurt you.”
“We?” Hermione breathed, her body melting into the furs as Remus rubbed his cheek against hers.
“Yes, we. Moony is here, too, being so close to the full moon. He knows this is our first time doing this, but we have done some research over the years. I’ll tell you why another time. But know I’ve been faithful to you, that you are my only one, and will always be my only one. I want you willingly. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
Threading her fingers through his hair took some manoeuvring, but she finally managed. Remus, as always, comforted her, let her know that he was scared, too.
“I’m ready,” Hermione said, kissing his cheek. “Please claim me.”
He let out a small sigh, and then canted his head and captured her lips. She followed his lead, kissing him back.
His hands were everywhere, and Hermione undulated her hips, trying to gain friction where she needed it most. The more he kissed her, the wetter she got.
“Please,” Hermione breathed. “I need you, both of you!”
Remus dipped his fingers inside of her, his thumb rubbing her clit.
“Yes,” she said, bucking her hip, “Harder.” This is what she needed, to feel him inside her, but it wasn’t enough; she wanted more, to feel his body glide against hers.
She lost track of time as Remus manipulated her body, making it sing. She came with a shout and tried to fold her body to shy away because his touch became too much, but Remus leaned back and rubbed his cock against her entrance. She braced herself and held her breath as he entered her slowly. She clung to him as he made a low oath and stilled.
It was foreign to her to feel that intrusion, and she flexed around him. She found that it was quite painful, but the burning went away as Remus kissed her and rocked into her slowly. She felt cherished in the moment. The way that Remus threaded his fingers through her hair, and kissed her long and deep.
No words were spoken, or needed, as they touched each other and he continued to fuck her, his hips thrusting harder the longer they kissed. He was panting, small beads on his forehead as he looked down at her, his eyes golden as he watched her.
He was almost hitting something inside her, rubbing it with the tip of the head of his cock every third or fourth thrust. He wanted something more, harder, just to hit that spot, but her voice was lost as she stared back at him.
“Touch yourself,” Remus said with a grunt. “I want us to come together, and I’m getting close.”
She did as he asked, but he hitched her right leg over his hip, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Yes, that was the spot that he didn’t quite scratch. Her nails dug into his back, her touching herself forgotten as their bodies did the work for them. His pelvis, with each thrust, forward and back, dragged across her clit, and it was heaven.
“Fuck,” she hissed through her teeth.
“That’s what I’m doing, little one.”
She let out a cry as Remus pulled out of her, and flipped her body over, putting her on her hands and knees and slammed back into her. His grip on her hips was brutal, but she found that it added to the pleasure.
“Please,” she whined. “So close.”
She touched her clit, just one swipe and she was seeing stars, and she twitched as Remus pounded into her. She looked over her shoulder as his body flexed, and had a look of concentration on his face.
His head tipped back, his grip tightening. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Hermione!”
He leaned over her body and bit her mark, and she spasmed again as it was sensory overload. She came a second time so hard, she thought that the grip on Remus would tear his cock off.
They were both panting, but Remus circled his arms around her and pulled her back onto his lap, and she wiggled her hips, and Remus tightened his grip on her.
His breath was hot against her neck, as he lazily licked the mark, each swipe of his tongue sending delicious shivers down her spine.
“I love you,” he said. “Thank fuck you came back to me.”
“Always,” she said with a sigh and leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder. That is where she fell asleep. Safe in her husband’s arms, completely connected.
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Hermione rolled over and looked at her husband and mate. He was sleeping peacefully in front of the low fire. The light and shadows danced on his face. He was so handsome, even with the scars that puckered across his face. He had more, and she wanted to ask him about them, but knew in her heart what had happened.
Moony.
Standing, she padded to the bathroom to freshen up and grab her robe. She cast a tempest and noted it was just after five in the morning. She wasn’t usually a morning person, but she couldn’t sleep with things swirling in her head.
Remus was a delicious distraction last night. They never made it to the bed; he ravished her for hours, and she didn’t have one complaint. Okay, she had one. She was fucking sore. She hadn’t realised how her muscles protested until she was belting her robe and moving quietly towards the kitchen.
She was quiet as she made her tea with honey and sat at the round table. Looking out the window, the snow looked like a blanket of white in the moonlight.
It was peaceful as she sat there, her knees bent to her chest with thoughts about what had happened since she had returned.
The Grangers were at the front of her mind. It was surreal to see her parents so young and happy. And little Hermione looked like a cherub in her mother’s arms.
A flash of guilt curled in her gut as she thought about it. Didn’t her parents save people? She had that trait, too. Not only did they fucking adopt her when she appeared in the lab, small and scared, but over the years, she so watched as they saved many others.
Hope, Eileen, Sirius, Regulus, and so many others. The one word she could use to describe her parents is kind. They wanted a better world not only for her and Jamie, but for everyone that lived in it.
She felt like a brat for speaking to her mother the way she had. Of course, her parents didn’t want a little Hermione 2.0. They had loved her, their daughter. They read her journals that spanned over years of her previous life and didn’t shun her when she returned; they still accepted her and loved her even though she fucking lied for years. They didn’t feel betrayed.
She supposed it made sense that they would try to find the Grangers and make their life better for her previous version. She did have a lovely life with the Grangers except for when she was going to Hogwarts and magic had entered their family. They had grown distant, and almost scared of her.
To Oblivate them bothered her, but not because she would miss her parents and make herself an orphan. She had already lost them years ago. It was because she was taking their lives from them, what they had built together. She was sure they did care and love her, just from a distance.
It was only natural for her parents to try to salvage that relationship between her parents and little Hermione. To show them that magic was safe, and not to be afraid. Maybe now, the Grangers would help little Hermione flourish.
She had never thought that Muggleborns stole magic. She thought it was magic returning to where it was supposed to be.
She jumped slightly when Remus entered the kitchen, his trousers lying low on his hips as he deposited a pain potion in front of her. He bent and kissed the top of her head, moving around the kitchen to make some tea.
She watched in fascination as his muscles moved and flexed with each movement. He seemed more at ease with himself now, and it made her smile.
“See something you like?” he winked as he walked to the table.
“Yes,” she said bluntly.
He chuckled, scooted his chair closer so they were close, took the tea from her hands, set it to the side, and clasped her hands. “Are you alright this morning? We didn’t hurt you, do we?”
“I’m sore, but I like it. I want to do that again.”
“You were insatiable last night,” Remus said.
He was quiet for a moment, looking at their clasped hands. His hands were warm and rough, and she missed the feeling of her doing something so simple with Remus. All the build-up frustration and anger vanished in the moment. She had no right to be angry at anyone after the lies she told over the years.
They could have felt betrayed. Instead, they, in their own way, were trying to right a wrong.
“What are you thinking about?”
“My journals, and the lies that I told over the years.”
Remus stood, scooped her up in his arms, and carried them to the living room. Flicking his wrist, the fire roared to life, and he sat on the floor, with his back braced against the couch, with her across his lap.
“I figured you wanted to talk about that,” he said. He summoned the pain potion from the kitchen and handed it to her. “But first, drink this. I can’t stand the thought of you hurting.”
She obediently drank it, and vanished the phial and leaned her head against his shoulder. They did need to talk about this and clear the air. She didn’t know where to begin.
“It’s okay, you know,” he said, rubbing her back. “You were just a child, with the memories of a woman. You knew that you would be kept, possibly receive the Kiss if they knew. You had a mission. You knew the war was coming and tried to save as many as you could.”
She nodded. “But, don’t you feel betrayed? That I lied to you?”
“Never,” he said. “What you had to go through, to remember everything that was going to happen, to save and move events, had to be so stressful going through it alone.”
“It was,” she admitted. “I thought that with me being here, I would have to do it all alone, but Remus, I met all of you, and we became a family. It just made me fight that much harder.”
“We know.”
“Were my parents or Jamie mad?”
“No. Your parents and Jamie took it just as hard as me; we all did. Your mum lost several stones, Jamie was just a ghost, and if it weren’t for all of us, especially Lily, he still would be. Your father stopped going to the lab. If it weren’t for my mum, Eileen, Crocker, and Moody filling the orders, he would have lost his clients and contracts. It took him months to want to go to the lab, and even then, his spark had gone out. Same with your grandparents.”
She was quiet as she listened. She felt relief knowing they weren’t mad at her. They all understood. Then why was she being so obstinate and not forgiving her parents? First of all, they could have fucking warned her.
“I’m sorry I put you through that,” she said. “I didn’t mean to die, but I had to leave my story in the off chance I didn’t end Tom. I couldn’t stand the thought of anything happening to any of you.”
“And you thought we wouldn’t feel the same?”
She shrugged. “What I did, what you read in those journals could have been life-changing. Change the way you thought of me. But let me reassure you, I always felt the age I was at, hormones and all. Yes, I had the memories, which helped me, but I really was a teen. You weren’t dating some old woman.”
“We know; Crocker explained that to us, too.”
She snorted.
Crocker and Moody took it hard, too,” he said. “They still came over, but nothing has been the same since you—before you came back. It was as if you took all the light and happiness with you. I can see the difference in everyone since you’ve been back. They’re happy.”
“I am, too.” She paused for a moment and cleared her throat. “Did you read the part where I thought you were my mate in the previous lifetime?”
He tightened his hold on her. “Yes,” he said roughly. “Knowing me, it was the age gap that bothered me. I couldn’t wrap my head around you being my mate and so young.”
“What about little Hermione?” she asked. “Will she be your mate, too?”
He turned her and cupped her cheeks. The warmth of his hands sunk into her as they stared at each other. “No.” He flexed his fingers against her jaw. “You are, and will always be my only one.”
“But how does that work? We’re the same.”
“Are you?” he said. “I don’t think so. Your souls are very different; the same goes for your energy frequency. Of course, I was curious, but if she had been, again, nothing would have happened because I lost you, and you were and are the only one I want.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Besides, it would be odd. I’m her godfather.”
Her eyes widened, and she placed a hand on his that still cupped her cheek. “How did that happen?”
“The Grangers asked Jamie and me to be the godparents. Of course, Lily is her godmother, but that also means—.”
“That I’m my own godmother,” she said with a snort.
He chuckled and shook his head, pulling her into his arms. “Thank you for coming back to me. Each night I would dream of you, searching for you in my dreams. Moony wasn’t the same either.”
She hugged him and pulled him close, her head resting under his chin. “I love you, Remus, as I said before. I’ll find you in every lifetime, and I wasn’t lying.”
“Thank fuck.”
He pulled back and brushed his lips against hers, and then kissed her deeply. “Mine,” he said. The possessiveness in his voice made him shiver.
“Yours,” she said. “Always.”