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She wanted him to fuck her.
It wasn't too much of a surprise. They'd been getting closer since her initial day here when Dumbledore had all but dumped her on his doorstep and insisted that Remus take her in. Remus wondered if it had been similar to the way he had shoved Harry on the Dursleys. Apparently, the risk to her was increasing and it was no longer safe for her to stay at home while the war gained traction. If she wasn't at Hogwarts, then she needed to be with a 'skilled' wizard who would be able to offer a level of protection for her.
He'd scoffed at that. He was no protector for anyone; he was uncontrollable for a night a month and the great Albus Dumbledore knew that.
"We can supply you with Wolfsbane and a safe area to transform."
"And do tell me how Hermione will be safe if the Death Eaters decide to pay a visit on that particular night?"
"They haven't paid you any visits so far. There's no reason to suspect they will. But, in any case, Hermione can spend those nights at Hogwarts, under the watch of Minerva." Dumbledore had offered.
He wasn't happy about it. He lived alone, had done since his Hogwarts days and his house was hardly set up for visitors, let alone someone staying for three months. He valued his privacy, the silence and the solace his cottage offered him. Dumbledore was manipulating him by having Hermione present for the conversation and he knew it. They all did. He couldn't be too harsh in front of her and he'd bet the headmaster had counted on that.
"It's ok, I can... I could hide somewhere. I've been preparing..." she trailed off.
"Hide?" Remus asked. She shrugged and patted her little bag. Remus wondered quite what she was hiding in there.
"I can camp out somewhere. Use some protection wards and keep a low profile. I'll survive." she said. The thought of Hermione, who asked so little of anyone, camping out and feeling unwanted and alone was enough to have him heaving a great sigh. He wouldn't see the girl homeless.
"Don't be fucking stupid. You can live here, there's a spare room." he said. He stole her bag from her before she could protest and chucked it in the room with less grace than it deserved. But he was pissed off. Babysitting wasn't on his plans for the year and living with a young, annoyingly attractive woman wasn't either.
"Take care of her, Remus." Dumbledore said.
"Piss off, Albus." were the last words Remus had spoken to the man before he'd gotten himself killed by Snape. Remus hadn't regretted them one bit.
"Remus?" she asked one night a couple of weeks into her stay.
"Mmm?"
"I... I need a distraction." she said quietly. He looked up and placed his book on the table to his side. She was stood in front of him, hands wringing in front of her.
"A distraction?"
"From the war. From what's happened recently, from Dumbledore and worrying about Harry and... Everything. I just want to... Not think." she said.
"And what do you expect me to do about that?" he asked. She didn't respond. She looked at him desperately, a little pleading pout of her lips. But if she wanted something, she only had to ask.
"Maybe we could... You know..."
"I don't know."
"I want to... If you want to... We could perhaps... Obviously if you don't want to-"
"Say it, Hermione." he demanded. His tone was firm and his cock was already hardening at the thought of finally, finally getting what he wanted. It had been a long, incredibly frustrating, blue balling couple of weeks living with her. With her scent and her gentle humming in the shower. With her curves and her kindness, her helpfulness and her habits.
"M-make... Love?" she asked. Fuck, she was so cute. He couldn't help the small laugh at that particular notion but she looked crestfallen at his response. "S-sorry, I-"
"I don't 'make love', Hermione. I fuck. And I fuck hard." he said. She gulped at that but nodded.
"Ok... Could we... Do that, then?" she asked. She didn't get it. She couldn't. He knew she read widely but he doubted her little cute romance books described the sort of pounding he'd give her given half a chance. Still, he admired her bravery in asking and it wasn't like he didn't want to. He wanted to fuck any and all thoughts out of her head.
"Do you understand what you're asking for, sweet one?" He asked. She squirmed a little but nodded her head. That simply wouldn't do, he needed to hear from that smart mouth just how much she wanted this. Wanted him. "Words." He commanded.
"I... I understand." She muttered. He raised a single eyebrow at her and she blushed. "Sir. I understand, Sir." She said. That hadn't been what he'd been expecting, he'd actually wanted a polite 'please' but 'Sir' sounded much better. It pleased him, made his chest puff out a little at how easy this was going to be.
"You realise, with the moon in a few days how impulsive I can be? You realise that if I have you now, I'll want you again. And again. And again until your little cunt feels used and abused." He said. She was already nodding by the time he finished.
"Show me, then. Show me how desperate you are for the man who taught you the simplest of spells." He commanded. She clearly didn't know what to do with that request and so after a moment of confusion, he tugged on the waist band of her jeans. "Take these off and show me your cunt, Hermione."
It wasn't what she was expecting if the shock on her face was anything to go by. He wondered if she expected something like romance. That maybe he'd cook her a nice meal, whisper sweet nothings and take her slowly. If she'd wanted that, she could have gone to a man that wasn't half beast. Because the only thing he was interested in eating was her, the only thing he wanted to say were depraved, awful things about ruining her and the only way he was going to take her was rough. She was going to enjoy every second.
She struggled out of her jeans while he watched, almost tripped on the material as she wiggled free and kicked them off to the side. Her choice of underwear was almost unbearably sweet, a simple white cotton with a lace trim. It was so pure, so innocent but the wet patch he could see and the scent of her arousal told him that perhaps she really did want this. She took a deep breath and hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her perfect panties but he held a hand up.
"Stop. Come closer." He said. She did, until her shins were pressed against the edge of the sofa. He leaned forward, enough that he was able to run his nose along the length of her cute little underwear where it met her stomach.
"Oh, angel. Such innocent little panties. But you know what? I bet I could make you moan like a whore." He said. He wondered if she might be offended but instead she took a sharp intake of breath and shifted on her feet.
He took his time kissing along the edge of her underwear, enjoyed the way she squirmed when he got to the tops of her thighs. His girl was ticklish it seemed but he wasn't interested in exploring that right now. For now, he wanted her naked and needy so he tugged on the hem of her top until she got the point and replaced his hands with her own.
"I um... I... They're quite s-small. Maybe we could... Leave this on?" She asked. He wondered who had given her the impression that there was anything wrong with small tits. He didn't care either way, he'd still put his mark all over them. Maybe he'd ruin whoever had made her feel inadequate, but he could consider that after.
"Off. Show me." He said. She hesitated another few seconds but eventually pulled the top up and over her head, only to cross her arms over her chest. That simply wouldn't do. He grabbed her hands and pulled them down to her sides and then wrenched her bra cups down with his teeth. He was presented with the most perfect pair of little tits he'd ever seen.
"I-"
"Fuckin' perfect." He mumbled before he took one into his mouth and sucked. She let out an adorable little squeak at his action and he dropped her hands so that he could properly remove the stupid bra she wore and chuck it towards the fire. He hoped it landed in it, hoped that from now on she wouldn't wear one around him so he could see her pretty nipples pebble whenever he swore. He knew it turned her on, that his own foul language caused her arousal to perfume the air in the most intriguing way.
He'd noticed it first when he'd been preparing dinner a few nights into her stay. He had knocked over a bottle on the side with his elbow and muttered an almost muted 'fuck' that had caused an audible swallow in Hermione. He had been curious enough to pepper more obscenities into his speech, each time rewarded with a shuffle of her body, a dilation of her pupils, the salivating scent in her knickers. It was delicious and torturous but it helped his nightly activities where he would take his cock into his hand and make himself come to the thought of the intriguing witch next door. He didn't bother with silencing charms and a couple of days after, neither did she.
The flirting had been easy to ramp up from there. Remus was bored with his life and here was a special little treat, all gift wrapped in curls and freckles, ready to be devoured. He pushed limits, touched her arm or her hand often. He lifted her out of the way when he wanted something and made her laugh when he could. She was easy to flirt with and even easier to make blush when he let his eyes roam freely. She seemed to like it, responded in kind and now here she finally was, nearly naked in his lap. He wondered if this was what Dumbledore had in mind when he'd asked Remus to "take care" of Hermione. Because he would take care of her, with his own brand of filthy depravity.
"R-Remus... That's... I l-like that." She whispered. He smiled into her skin as he worked his way across to the other side. He'd left her with at least one bite mark and now he needed to make sure the other was treated with the same level of care. He wouldn't want her to think he favoured one after all. He decided to leave his mark on the top of this breast, a deep red already blooming when he pulled his mouth away and sat back. She squirmed in front of him, her eyes dropped down to the bulge in his trousers and she blushed even more than she already had.
"Something interesting?" He teased. She seemed unsure about what to do but leaned forward a little, hand outstretched like she might touch him.
"Um... Can I?" She asked.
"Can you... What?"
"Remus." She whined in an embarrassed sort of way.
"Now, now. Good girls ask nicely for what they want." He said with a smirk he knew was cocky. She swallowed hard, eyes still focused below the line of his belt where he was painfully constrained by worn fabric. He wondered how messy she could get his trousers if he let her rub herself on him until she found her release. An experiment for another time, perhaps.
"It's easy. For example, I want you to come here and sit on my face so I can finally taste that needy little cunt." He said simply, in the same tone he'd used to teach her the 'Riddikulus' charm. He thinks it odd that he used to be her professor. That there was ever that relationship there those few years ago when he taught her silly little spells like 'Riddikulus'. He thinks it's actually fucking ridiculous that he was expected to have someone move in with him at the drop of the hat. He thinks it's ridiculous that he was expected to keep anyone safe, let alone the golden girl of Gryffindor. He thinks it's ridiculous that he's meant to show any sort of restraint when pretty little prey wanders so freely into his den.
She choked a little, bewildered at his request for a moment before she took a shaky knee to the sofa next to his hip.
"H-how do I-"
"Like this." He said. It was her only warning before he lifted her by the hips and adjusted her until her knees were on the back of the sofa, either side of his head and her pussy waited just out of reach. Her hand automatically grabbed a fistful of hair, the other rested against the wall for balance.
"Are you... It's ok if... You don't have to..." she mumbled. He almost didn't hear her, his concentration was on how translucent he could make the scrap of fabric between her thighs. There was already an expanding spot but he wanted the whole thing soaked, up to the little bow right at the top.
"Oh but I really fucking want to." he mumbled. He dived in then, opened his mouth wide enough to cover the entirety of her cunt. The fabric tasted like whatever washing powder was used but behind that, the first taste of what was likely to be an addiction. She let out a breathy moan above him as he ran his tongue up the fabric and bit at the cotton. He pushed his tongue against her, pushed the fabric into her as much as he could. His hands moved from her hips to her arse, the little globes fitting surprisingly well in his large palms, so much so that he gave them both a hard squeeze. They'd look good painted with his handprints.
"So fuckin' sweet." he said into her as he moved her hips back and forwards on his face. He made sure his nose bumped against her clit each time as his tongue lapped at and around her cunt. He wanted the material gone but a bigger part of him wanted her to come in them so he could keep them in his bedside drawer, so he could pull them out and shove them in his mouth while he jerked his cock thinking about her.
She closed her thighs around his head as she neared her release. It was suffocating in the best possible way; his only way to breathe was with his mouth secured to her cunt but that was fine with him. If anything, he pushed her harder onto his face and chanced a glance up at her. She was undone above him, cheeks a beautiful pink and tits covered in his red marks. Her pouty lips were parted and her eyes a little glazed as she grabbed his hair and gave a shout of his name as she came in messy waves that made her body shake and her pussy leak.
His girl was soaking his chin, a mixture of her arousal and his own saliva dripping down his chin and staining his shirt. He was never fucking washing this shirt again. He helped her down, pleased at how pliant she was in his arms and let her rest against his chest.
"You did so good. But I think you can give more." he said softly. He thought he felt a nod as his hand moved down the soft slope of her back and into her knickers. He carried on his journey, until his fingers met the wetness of her cunt. He was almost giddy with excitement as he pushed his middle finger into her. She tensed a little and as tight as he was, he wondered if maybe he was her first.
It didn't bother him. There was no moral dilemma to be had at taking her virginity. He'd never been gifted with a lot in his life so he didn't feel bad taking the offering. After all, he'd treasure it. Ruin it. Break it. He did that to the beautiful things in life; made them darker with his own brand of half-breed magic. But she'd like it, he would make damn sure of that.
"Never had someone's cock in here?" He asked.
"No, Sir." she said, somewhat breathily. It pleased him, almost had him coming in his boxers at the idea. She was small on him, his body was so much wider, so much taller. Maybe he would actually break her when he fucked her.
"What about someone's tongue, hmm? Pretty little thing like you must have silly immature boys on their knees, waiting to lap at your cunt." he asked. She moaned at that, shifted a little when he pumped his finger slowly in and out, letting her adjust.
"No. No one's... Only yours."
"Mmm but my tongue hasn't been inside yet, has it? But you'll let me, won't you?" he asked. She whined loudly at that, scrambled for purchase with her hands on his chest as he added another finger. It was tight, almost as though her cunt was sucking him in.
"Yes! Whenever... Oh God-"
"Remus or Sir will do just fine."
"Whenever you want! What-whatever you want!" she moaned. Wasn't that a delicious thought? That he could take whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted? He didn't think she understood the ramifications of that offer, not really. He wanted to tie her to his bed for days, wanted to fuck her raw and come down her throat, wanted her to sit on his cock in Order meetings while no one else knew, wanted to have her naked and begging while he denied her.
"Sweet little Hermione, you've no idea what I'd do to you." he said. Threatened, really. He adjusted her enough that he could use his free hand to undo his belt and trousers and take his cock out. She gasped, whether it was from the way he scissored his fingers inside of her, stretching her a little more or whether it was at his cock, he didn't know. He didn't fucking care.
"Why don't we see if you can take this first, hmm? See if you can handle being split open and if you can, maybe we can talk about that offer." he said. He moved her again, pulled her underwear roughly until he could slip his cock in the front of it so that it sat nestled against her cunt, extending up to her belly button.
"Use it. Rub yourself all over me like the little slut you're turning out to be for me. Be a good girl and come all over it." he demanded. He didn't know whether she preferred the praise or the degradation but it hardly mattered. She moaned loudly and awkwardly moved herself up and down him enough until he was slick with her. She was inexperienced and clumsy and fuck it turned him on even more. He could teach her. Be her Professor all over again. The noises coming from his fingers inside of her as he increased the speed were incredible, he wished he could record them and play them back while she listened, all blushing and beautiful and bashful.
"Listen, Hermione. Listen to how loud and needy you are. Fuckin' perfect." he said as she panted into his neck and shifted up, almost away from what he knew was going to be an intense orgasm. He let her get to the tip of his cock that caught on her clit, chuckled when she gasped and whined and did it over and over again.
"That's it. Use it, prove you're a good enough girl and I'll reward you with my cock." he said. He was almost as desperate as she was for this orgasm and when he found the apparent perfect spot inside of her, she jolted and cried out loudly. He attacked it with ferocity, used his free hand to direct her face up to him and kissed her. It wasn't delicate, wasn't romantic. It was demanding and rough, he nipped at her lips and dominated her mouth, search every fucking inch of her with his tongue until she bit down on his lip and squealed her release.
This one was even messier. His cock was covered in her release, her knickers were almost see through and his cuff bore the evidence of just how much she had enjoyed that. One of her little hands worked down his chest, his stomach to the head of his cock that peaked out from the waist band of her knickers and she wrapped her fingers around it. It was his turn to jolt as she explored hesitantly, spread his own pre-come over the tip that was already more than wet enough from her orgasm.
He was hot. Too hot. He kept his fingers buried as he quickly undid his shirt with one hand and awkwardly shuffled it most of the way off. His body was covered in scars, but she didn't seem to care as she settled her cheek to his chest and hummed happily. He could let her have a moment, but his desperation to feel her was growing an impossible amount. So he pulled his fingers free and sucked them into his mouth, relished the sweet and tangy taste of her with a groan that came from his very soul before he ripped her underwear to the side and finally discarded his own shirt.
"Ready for my cock?" he asked.
"Did I earn it?" she replied.
"Oh sweet girl, yes. This is your reward for all your messy, hard work." he said. He helped her reposition until the very tip of him nudged where he needed to be. She took a shuddering breath as he canted his hips a little, until her lips parted to accept the very start of him.
He let her take it at her own pace. Though the urge to shove himself into her as deep as he could go was almost overwhelming, he had sense enough to give her time. It was her first time, after all. She managed to take a couple of inches before she looked at him in desperation and a little bit of fear.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"It's too big! It's... It's huge! I can't... It won't fit!" she said. He loved it, hearing how big she thought he was, how worried she was. He loved that when he finally bottomed out in her, she would complain that she was too full, he just knew it.
"Relax. You can take it."
"I... I need... Can you help?" she asked.
"What do you need?" he asked. She bit her lip and shrugged.
"Whatever you want. Whatever you think will help." she mumbled. His brow furrowed at that. He wondered if she was used to asking for what she needed. Whether her whole life so far had been so dedicated to Harry and Ron, to this war, that she didn't even know what she wanted anymore.
"No. You know what you need. Tell me." he said. While she thought about it, he nipped his way along one of her collarbones. He left it red from his teeth and his stubble.
"T-talk to me. Um... Say... Things." she whispered finally, though a little embarrassed.
"Nice things? Or filthy, depraved things?" he asked. But he already knew the answer to that.
"Both." she said so quietly he almost missed it. He sighed deeply and traced around where the smallest amount of his cock sat within her. She was already split so wide and she hadn't even attempted the widest part of his cock yet.
"Is it what I say, or my voice that you like?" He asked.
"Both. I... I like your voice. It's deep and... I like it when you say I'm good." She admitted.
"How about I tell you what I really want to do to you?" he asked. She nodded eagerly, like a puppy being given attention. "Oh my sweet little thing. I'm going to fucking ruin you." he said. She gasped when he re-arranged them on the sofa so that she was underneath him, legs splayed and wrists pinned by his hands. His were big enough to cover half of her forearm.
"I'm going to fuck you so deep that you'll taste me along with your morning cereal." he said. The new position afforded him another precious inch. He rocked slightly, opening her up a little with not-quite-gentle thrusts.
"Want to train you to have a Pavlovian response every time I tap my belt so that you'll start gushing for me immediately. Want you ready whenever I fuckin' want it." he said lowly. She nodded quickly at that, eyes wide as his own glared at her. How dare she come in here and uproot his life? His perfectly quiet, perfectly routine life? Now he had to live with temptation that he now knew tasted too fucking sweet. He was doomed the minute he agreed and he thought she had known that deep down.
"Want you all slutty and pathetic, all whiney and needy, on your knees whenever I say. Want to wake you up with my tongue fucking an orgasm out of you before you even know what day it is." he said. She opened up enough to allow him another inch and her breath caught on a slightly harder thrust so he eased off a little and caught her groan with his lips.
"Want to give you treats in front of your pathetic friends, let you come on my hand or my cock while they sit there, none the wiser." she moaned particularly loudly at that one, her fingers cutting into the skin of his hands where he held her.
"Want to lay you on the table and shove my cock down your throat. Want to train you to take it all and swallow it all so that I can fuck this pretty little mouth whenever it gets a bit too smart." he said. Another inch. Another moan. Deliciously tight.
"Gonna leave my handprint on your arse and my fingerprints on your neck and wrists. Gonna keep you so full that I have to fuck my come out of you to find room in this tiny little cunt." he said harshly, snapping his hips forward another inch. He was getting carried away, picturing in his head all the ways he wanted to take her. Gentle wasn't an option in his arsenal any longer. She was going to take his fucking cock to the hilt.
"Wanna be woken up by you sucking my cock, all greedy and messy. Because that's what you are, right? Fuckin' greedy for me." he said. He finally bottomed out. It was pure bliss, a feeling that had his eyes roll back in his head and his cock twitch. He moaned deeply, a guttural noise he hadn't made before. No one had ever felt this good wrapped around him, even with the elastic of her knickers biting into his skin, he didn't care. It added to the feeling and he already knew he'd need this again. And again. And again.
"R-Remus? 'M full." she whispered. He opened his eyes to see her staring at him with something strangely like adoration. He looked down at where they were joined, at the bump in her lower stomach that could only be his cock and exhaled heavily.
"OK?" he asked. It was polite to ask. She nodded and immediately wrapped her arms around him when he released her wrists. He wrapped her up too, but to stop her going too far. He wanted to fuck her properly now and it wouldn't do to have her move away. He needn't have worried because when he started his brutal, hard, long strokes, she clung to him tighter.
"That's... Oh... Oh!" she cried out. She was so sweet, even in the throws of the fucking he was giving her, she wouldn't swear. He liked it. Liked how innocent she was, how she was the perfect sunshine to his moonlit travesty. He thought it ridiculous that he felt ruined by her purity. He though it ridiculous that a pretty cunt and curly hair was his undoing. He thought it completely ridiculous that he was ever meant to let her go again. Remus didn't share well with others and he had no plans to learn how to now.
"Fuck you take it so well. Such a quicker learner." he said. She nodded at that, glowed with pride at his compliment. He upped his pace, listened to the wet slam of his cock into her, didn't slow his pace when she clawed at his back and had tears flowing into her hair. He'd wanted this, needed it for weeks and he wasn't about to waste the opportunity.
"Maybe I'll fuck you while you sleep, hmm? Keep you full all the fuckin' time. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asked as he hitched one of her knees over his elbow and pulled it up high. It opened her up and she all but shouted his name as her cunt tightened. She was close, he knew it.
"Maybe I'll keep you. Scare anyone else away while I make a pretty little wife out of you." he mumbled before he sucked hard on the pale skin of her neck. It pleased his very soul when she came at that moment, with a prolonged moan of his name as she strangled his cock and forced his own orgasm. He was true to his word, filled her up and held himself as deep as he could so none would go to waste as she came for harder and longer than she had done previously.
"So good Hermione. You did so fuckin' good." he said quietly as he laid kisses on every red mark. He wanted to leave more but his girl was exhausted in his arms, already limp and over sensitive if the shivers she gave were anything to go by.
"I did good?"
"The best. Best and messiest cunt ever." he said as he slipped free. Some of his come threatened to leave so he pulled her underwear back in place and smiled when she grimaced.
"Stay here. I'll get some water and carry you to bed, ok?"
"I can walk."
"You can, my defiant girl, but you don't have to. Let me take care of you." he said. She smiled at that and nodded.
"Ok." she said. She had no idea of just how much care he was going to take.
"Hey. I... Need to tell you something." she started. She was nervous and he was annoyed. She'd been in her original bedroom for a while today, doing fuck knows what. She hadn't stayed in there for weeks. She'd slept in his arms, either stuffed full of his cock or his come or both.
"Ok."
"With Dumbledore gone, Harry, Ron and I need to do something. A mission, of sorts." she said. He growled at the mention of Ron, the boy who pathetically mooned over her at Order meetings, despite the way she dripped with Remus' come. He'd even had Hermione sit with his fingers inside of her while Ron watched on like the oblivious idiot he was.
"Mission?"
"That Dumbledore left us. I... I can't say more except that... I'll be leaving. I wish I didn't have to, but I can come back when it's over, if you like? I could... We could start again and-"
"Oh, little one." he said with a smirk. He stood and closed the distance, towered over her as he tipped her chin up until her eyes met his. "You're not going fucking anywhere without me."