Title: Third Chances
By: Llama
Pairing: Remus / Hermione, Remus / Lily
Rating: R
Challenge: Remus/Hermione, a wedding (not necessarily theirs).
Summary: Remus has never had anything that was all his.
Notes:
delwyncole, I'm writing both of your requests, but the other one (Remus/Draco) isn't finished yet as it turned out longer than expected. I hope you enjoy this one anyway. Thanks to Caroline for the quick beta.
- - - -
"Remus!"
Harry almost fell against him, flushed with drink and excitement. "I thought you weren't going to make it!"
His glasses were slightly askew, but behind them his eyes shone, the reason for his happiness following him from the dance floor in a trail of white and lace.
"Well, I'm here now." Remus pushed his hands further down in his pockets.
"It's good to see you, Remus."
He nodded as Hermione stretched up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. "My congratulations to both of you."
Her lipstick was smudged, and he knew there would be a red smear on his cheek. He didn't try to wipe it away.
"I wish Sirius could have been here," Harry said as Hermione made her way towards another group of well-wishers. "Do you think he would have approved?"
"Very much so." Remus shook himself out of his mood. "What was it he said at your father's wedding, let me think…'I don't know how you managed to con the perfect woman into marrying you, Prongs, but you'd better make sure you deserve it.'"
Harry smiled out into the crowd. "Was it like this? The wedding?" His eyes remained on the slender white figure shaking hands with their guests.
"Well… the music was better, of course."
Harry snorted at that. "In the seventies? You are such a liar. Don't forget Hermione's parents are Muggles. Between them and Aunt Petunia's addiction to middle-aged radio DJs, I've heard some of that rubbish for myself."
"Well, better for an old fogey like me." Too true, Remus couldn't remember when he'd last felt this ancient, not to mention out of place. "I can't understand this modern stuff. But other than the music and the clothes… and Sirius chatting up the bridesmaids… yes, it was rather like this."
More than Harry would ever know, he hoped
- - - -
"I'm not having my photograph taken until someone fixes my eyebrows." James Potter stared at the black smudges on the tips of his fingers. "I'm all sweaty and smudged."
Remus lowered the camera. "James, you're such a girl."
"Watch it, Lupin, I know you were involved, I could smell your shaving cream." Lily put down her bouquet and rummaged around on the dressing table, finally locating a dark make-up pencil. "Take him into the bathroom, Sirius, and sort him out."
As they trooped out obediently she leaned round the door and called out, "And don't come back without a large G&T, I'm gasping!"
"That was a stupid thing to say."
She locked the door behind the grumbling men. "What?"
"I don't think it's a good idea to show you are so intimately acquainted with the smell of my shaving cream." Remus loosened his tie and took a sip from a nearby glass.
"That's James' drink."
Lily looked up at him from under her darkened lashes and flashed him a smile. Before he could work out what was happening, he was pressing her up against the bedroom door, her hot breath panting in his ear.
"But you like things that belong to other people, don't you Remus?"
- - - -
"Remus."
He closed the bathroom door and turned to face Hermione.
"I don't think it's a good idea to be up here, not together."
"Don't be silly." She chewed nervously at a nail. "We can still be friends, can't we?"
"Of course."
He stepped back as she moved in closer.
She laughed, her voice higher than normal. "Don't run away from me. What do you think I'm going to do to you?"
"I don't know, Hermione. I don't know what game you're playing, but I don't want anyone to get hurt." Sometimes it was useful to sound like a born teacher. He reminded himself he had been her teacher, twice, and still was the first time he had tied her to the bed and taught her a different sort of magic.
"Sometimes I like it when you hurt me." Her hair brushed his cheek as she whispered in his ear. There was still confetti caught in the ends where they curled towards her face.
He turned to leave.
"I'll tell him. Tell Harry."
"No, you won't, Hermione." Remus wished he was more sure of it.
"One more time, Remus. Just one. I need it." She pushed open the bathroom door.
- - - -
He could feel her hand against his groin, attacking his zip, and thrust against her so hard they both gasped. His teeth bit down hard on her earlobe in the way that made her squirm, and he slid his hand up her thigh, struggling against the tight-fitting skirt.
"Wait, wait."
She wriggled her hips and pulled up the dress expertly, moaning as Remus' fingers went straight to her damp patch of hair and pushed urgently inside.
"Good thing I couldn't wear knickers under this." She writhed on Remus' fingers as she unfastened his belt. "I don't think I can wait any longer."
It was quick and dirty as always, the way she liked it. Bare-arsed against the wooden hotel door with Remus driving fast into her. His fingers sharp and digging into the soft flesh of her thighs; her whispering obscenities in his ear. He gave her the thrill of clandestine fucking, the danger of being caught. She gave him anything his imagination could fit into five minutes.
And still it was the closest he'd ever been to love.
- - - -
They went back to the party by different staircases, even though nobody would notice in the crush. Remus walked around the edge of the room, dodging cameras and flashing lights, nodding at every smile or punch on his arm.
Even though Harry and Hermione left first, taking the portkey to their secret honeymoon destination, somehow it felt like he was the one saying goodbye. By the time he reached the cool night air, he had already made up his mind. The least he could do was give Harry more years of happiness than his father ever had the chance to enjoy.
"Professor Lupin?"
A red-headed bridesmaid detached herself from a gangly young wizard and smiled up at him from under darkened lashes.
"Not any more, Ginny. Not any more."
He never looked back.
By: Llama
Pairing: Remus / Hermione, Remus / Lily
Rating: R
Challenge: Remus/Hermione, a wedding (not necessarily theirs).
Summary: Remus has never had anything that was all his.
Notes:
delwyncole, I'm writing both of your requests, but the other one (Remus/Draco) isn't finished yet as it turned out longer than expected. I hope you enjoy this one anyway. Thanks to Caroline for the quick beta."Remus!"
Harry almost fell against him, flushed with drink and excitement. "I thought you weren't going to make it!"
His glasses were slightly askew, but behind them his eyes shone, the reason for his happiness following him from the dance floor in a trail of white and lace.
"Well, I'm here now." Remus pushed his hands further down in his pockets.
"It's good to see you, Remus."
He nodded as Hermione stretched up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. "My congratulations to both of you."
Her lipstick was smudged, and he knew there would be a red smear on his cheek. He didn't try to wipe it away.
"I wish Sirius could have been here," Harry said as Hermione made her way towards another group of well-wishers. "Do you think he would have approved?"
"Very much so." Remus shook himself out of his mood. "What was it he said at your father's wedding, let me think…'I don't know how you managed to con the perfect woman into marrying you, Prongs, but you'd better make sure you deserve it.'"
Harry smiled out into the crowd. "Was it like this? The wedding?" His eyes remained on the slender white figure shaking hands with their guests.
"Well… the music was better, of course."
Harry snorted at that. "In the seventies? You are such a liar. Don't forget Hermione's parents are Muggles. Between them and Aunt Petunia's addiction to middle-aged radio DJs, I've heard some of that rubbish for myself."
"Well, better for an old fogey like me." Too true, Remus couldn't remember when he'd last felt this ancient, not to mention out of place. "I can't understand this modern stuff. But other than the music and the clothes… and Sirius chatting up the bridesmaids… yes, it was rather like this."
More than Harry would ever know, he hoped
"I'm not having my photograph taken until someone fixes my eyebrows." James Potter stared at the black smudges on the tips of his fingers. "I'm all sweaty and smudged."
Remus lowered the camera. "James, you're such a girl."
"Watch it, Lupin, I know you were involved, I could smell your shaving cream." Lily put down her bouquet and rummaged around on the dressing table, finally locating a dark make-up pencil. "Take him into the bathroom, Sirius, and sort him out."
As they trooped out obediently she leaned round the door and called out, "And don't come back without a large G&T, I'm gasping!"
"That was a stupid thing to say."
She locked the door behind the grumbling men. "What?"
"I don't think it's a good idea to show you are so intimately acquainted with the smell of my shaving cream." Remus loosened his tie and took a sip from a nearby glass.
"That's James' drink."
Lily looked up at him from under her darkened lashes and flashed him a smile. Before he could work out what was happening, he was pressing her up against the bedroom door, her hot breath panting in his ear.
"But you like things that belong to other people, don't you Remus?"
"Remus."
He closed the bathroom door and turned to face Hermione.
"I don't think it's a good idea to be up here, not together."
"Don't be silly." She chewed nervously at a nail. "We can still be friends, can't we?"
"Of course."
He stepped back as she moved in closer.
She laughed, her voice higher than normal. "Don't run away from me. What do you think I'm going to do to you?"
"I don't know, Hermione. I don't know what game you're playing, but I don't want anyone to get hurt." Sometimes it was useful to sound like a born teacher. He reminded himself he had been her teacher, twice, and still was the first time he had tied her to the bed and taught her a different sort of magic.
"Sometimes I like it when you hurt me." Her hair brushed his cheek as she whispered in his ear. There was still confetti caught in the ends where they curled towards her face.
He turned to leave.
"I'll tell him. Tell Harry."
"No, you won't, Hermione." Remus wished he was more sure of it.
"One more time, Remus. Just one. I need it." She pushed open the bathroom door.
He could feel her hand against his groin, attacking his zip, and thrust against her so hard they both gasped. His teeth bit down hard on her earlobe in the way that made her squirm, and he slid his hand up her thigh, struggling against the tight-fitting skirt.
"Wait, wait."
She wriggled her hips and pulled up the dress expertly, moaning as Remus' fingers went straight to her damp patch of hair and pushed urgently inside.
"Good thing I couldn't wear knickers under this." She writhed on Remus' fingers as she unfastened his belt. "I don't think I can wait any longer."
It was quick and dirty as always, the way she liked it. Bare-arsed against the wooden hotel door with Remus driving fast into her. His fingers sharp and digging into the soft flesh of her thighs; her whispering obscenities in his ear. He gave her the thrill of clandestine fucking, the danger of being caught. She gave him anything his imagination could fit into five minutes.
And still it was the closest he'd ever been to love.
They went back to the party by different staircases, even though nobody would notice in the crush. Remus walked around the edge of the room, dodging cameras and flashing lights, nodding at every smile or punch on his arm.
Even though Harry and Hermione left first, taking the portkey to their secret honeymoon destination, somehow it felt like he was the one saying goodbye. By the time he reached the cool night air, he had already made up his mind. The least he could do was give Harry more years of happiness than his father ever had the chance to enjoy.
"Professor Lupin?"
A red-headed bridesmaid detached herself from a gangly young wizard and smiled up at him from under darkened lashes.
"Not any more, Ginny. Not any more."
He never looked back.