In comparison to many of the wolves Remus knew, he was far more in control of the urges and needs that come with the lycanthropy that had inflicted him for the majority of his life. But being in such close quarters with her was starting to take its toll. Living together at 12 Grimmauld Place, along with Harry and the Weasley's, had ignited something within him that was becoming more and more difficult to repress. Her scent was intoxicating, and he often found himself following the trail she had left from room to room in the hopes of seeing her. Only once since the summer had begun had he found himself alone with her, and it was in those few moments that he knew he would have her eventually. He wanted her, and most irrevocably the wolf within him wanted her.

Hermione had fantasised about Remus since he had taught her in their third year Hogwarts, although at first it had been a silly school girl crush, it had developed and morphed into something much more in her later years. Whenever her fingertips had trailed over her voluptuous breasts and down her taught stomach to her core her thoughts had always drifted to him. Hermione had always wondered if she would ever get her chance with Remus, hoping that her fantasies could come true.

The summer before their last year at Hogwarts was becoming increasingly frustrating for Hermione, not only was she away from home, and therefore away from her usual summer fuck buddy, but she was living with him. She'd often feel his intense gaze upon her and was surrounded by his heady scent, which only led to fitful nights of masturbation, which never seemed to satisfy her.

With Ron infatuated with Lavender, Hermione wasn't even able to go to him for release. Although their relationship had been short lived, Hermione could appreciate Ron's intense, although erratic, lovemaking. But regrettably she had to suffer alone.

Caught up in a rather depraved daydream Hermione was jolted into reality by the bang of library door, she had thought she was alone in the house, with Harry and the Weasley's shopping in Diagon Alley for the day and Remus off on Order work. So Hermione was shocked to hear the object of her fantasy pacing the library floor, muttering to himself, obviously unaware of Hermione in the room, hidden within the depths of a winged back chair.

Still aroused from her thoughts before being disrupted Hermione couldn't help but imagine Remus discovering her and taking advantage of her right there in the library. Completely caught in her own web of lust and unable to control herself, Hermione slipped her hand under the waistband of the jeans she was wearing and started to rub herself over the lace panties she was wearing. The texture of the material adding to the pleasure she was giving herself. With Remus in such close proximity Hermione came quickly, although silently, with only her heavy breathing giving her activities away. Once she had calmed her breathing and straightened her clothes Hermione slipped of the chair, which had concealed her so well, making herself known to Remus.

"Are you ok Remus?" Asked Hermione, still tingling from her earlier ministrations.

Remus stopped dead in his tracks, a look of shock plastered across his face. "God Hermione, you scared me! I'm fine. It's nothing." He replied.

"Oh I'm sorry, I was just reading in here and couldn't help but notice your distress."

"No, no, don't be sorry. I'm sorry I snapped. Just a rough morning."

Hermione walked up to him placing a hand on his forearm. "If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know." And with that Hermione leant up and placed a lingering kiss on his cheek, after which she left the room.

Remus was speechless, had he really heard the emphasis as she had intended. Had she really meant anything? Being in such close proximity to her had left Remus reeling, she had smelt differently somehow, more musty and enticing. The wolf in him had sensed arousal, but Remus refused to believe it, although she had been flushed and her pupils were dilated. What had she been doing in the library before he had arrived?

He moved over to the chair she had been sitting in and allowed his heightened senses to take in the surroundings. He could smell her everywhere; even feel her residual warmth left on the cushions. He couldn't deny that she had been aroused, maybe even had touched herself here. Images of just that flooded Remus' mind, and his cock sprung to life, confined within his tight jeans. What could she have been thinking about? Suddenly it hit Remus; he had been in the room a good five minutes before she had let her presence known, but he had been too caught up in his own thoughts to notice anyone else. What had she been doing in those five minutes, aware that he was there with her? The wolf within Remus was screaming that she wanted him; she had known he was there and had carried on.

She had said she would help him with anything…