Pairing: Hermione Granger and Remus Lupin

Word Count: 1,383

Rating: This was totally going to be a 'T', at worst, but then Hermione got carried away and I have to assume if someone 'finishes' that makes this an 'M'.

Warnings: Established relationship. AU because Remus didn't end up with Tonks or die. Hermione is bossy and Moony shows submission to her because Remus/Moony never showed any signs of being an alpha in the books. Disagree with my decision? Comment! Unbeta'd and relatively unedited.

Date Published: 11/11/2016

"You're tense."

Remus flinched, turning to glance at her over the back of the couch before scrubbing his stubbled, haggard face with his hands. "Bloody hell, woman. Did you silence your steps before coming in here? I didn't even notice you approach."

Concern deepened in the line between her brows. Hermione set down her steaming mug on the nearby side table before reaching her hands out to run fingers down the back of Remus' neck. He arched his back and groaned.

"I don't know who ever convinced you your senses are heightened just before a full moon, love. I've never found you anything other than distracted." Hermione continued to dig her fingers into the long column of his spine as Remus leaned forward with a moan, allowing her a more unobstructed access over the couch. Muted muttering pricked at her perceptions, muffled by Remus' bent position.

"Care to repeat that?"

Groaning again, Remus righted himself, reaching a hand back to grip hers warmly. "I haven't gotten through this legislation yet," he grumbled, absentmindedly pulling her hand forward to kiss the back. Remus sighed, tossing down the parchment in frustration. "Kingsley said he needed my recommendations on his desk by tomorrow."

Hermione took advantage of his defeated posturing, curving around his neck and dragging her fingers across his chest. She kissed his cheek once chastely. "I could tell from the door you've got a headache, Remus." Her hands left his chest to press cool fingers into his temples, scratching through the shaggy, greying hair of his scalp, and tracing soothing designs along the curves of his features. Hermione's smirk grew the deeper into the couch Remus melted.

"More effective than an Imperious, your fingers are," he grunted, rolling his head to the side to expose his neck to her ministrations. Pressing kisses to the tense lines, Hermione grinned around a nip of her teeth that caused Remus to growl.

"It's just ridiculous to expect you to give a thorough review so close to the full moon," Hermione pouted, pressing breathy kisses along his jaw as her hands continued to knead where she could reach. "Let me help you relieve some of the tension." A small hand slipped down his stomach, grazing the front of his trousers as she fumbled with his belt one handed.

Remus again grabbed her wrist, stilling her. "Hermione," he admonished, even as he turned his head to tease at the inside of her elbow.

Hugging him from behind, Hermione put her head next to his, curls teasing and tickling his neck. "Let me take care of you, you stubborn man," she pleaded, tightening the pressure of her arms when his head fell in defeated submission. "Good boy," she breathed, grinning at the goose flesh that erupted along his arms.

Remus snorted inelegantly, turning slightly to bury his nose behind her ear and scenting her. "How?"

Standing quickly, lest he change his mind, Hermione strode around the couch, pulling Remus to his feet. "On your stomach on the bed, stripped down to your pants," her voice was commanding, warm brown eyes boring into his, watching as the gold pressed in on the green. She grinned toothily at Moony. "Now, Remus." A gentle shove toward the bedroom door is all it took to have his stumbling that direction, pulling his jumper off over his head. He paused in the doorway, hair all askew, shoulders hunched, as he turned back to she wasn't following him.

"What about you?"

Hermione spared him a quick glance, before shooing him further into the room. "Just grabbing the lotion. I'll be there in a moment."

She waited until he turned the corner before stripping down quickly to her bra and knickers. Grabbing the potions bottle containing a brew of her own design, Hermione took purposefully measured steps to the bedroom door. She turned the corner and eyed Remus spread out on the bed, head pillowed on his arms and facing away from her. His clothes were neatly folded as always, set on top of the small dresser.

Not one to waste any time, Hermione strode to the bed, setting down the potion bottle, and climbing up quickly to straddle the backs of Remus' thighs. She ghosted her fingers experimentally down his ribs, stifling a giggle when he squirmed and whimpered. Leaning down and molding herself to his back, knowing how much he loved the skin to skin contact, she pressed her lips to his ear. "Tell me where, Remus." Her fingers continued to play over the rise and dip of his ribs and Remus was nearly whining.

"Sh-shoulders," he gasped out, relaxing minutely when Hermione reared up, pulling her hands away to coat them in the healing potion she's made.

The first brush of hands glided smoothly over the wide expanse of his shoulders, feeling tentatively for the telltale swell of a knotted muscle. Finding more than a fair few, Hermione began using her thumbs, alternating hard, swirling pressure that caused Remus to cry out and groan in pain, with soothing drags that encouraged the sore muscles to expand and relax and Remus to sink and pool deeper into the mattress.

She worked the breadth of his shoulders, even down the swell of his biceps, before continuing her exploration down the length of his back, stopping and working out each knot she found along the way. By the time she made it to the thick muscle of his arse, Remus was a panting mess, moaning out his delight at each touch and pressing himself rhythmically into the rough cotton sheets below as best he could with Hermione still planted firmly on his thighs. At a particularly desperate groan, Hermione slapped down hard on the back of Remus' thigh. Remus jerked in surprise, and Hermione watched in satisfaction as his pale skin bloomed pink.

"Hermione," he whimpered, voice completely wrecked by the delicious working of her fingers.

Hermione smirked, sliding off his thighs but keeping a steadying hand pressing into the small of his back. "Tell me where, Remus," she breathed, not even trying to hide the desire she felt at seeing him so vulnerable.

Moony growled. Hermione smacked him again, hard, with an open palm, causing Remus to cry out. Ignoring him, she pushed and directed him onto his back, his legs spread obscenely. She reached with little warning between them, gripping him hard, down on his hip when he bucked at the sensation.

"Where, Remus," she growled, hands rough where she touched him.

"There!" he gasped out, panting wildly, eyes closed and brow furrowed in a look that very nearly resembled pain. "Gods," he cried out at a particularly harsh stroke.

It took short moments before Remus was spent, sobbing his release, and trembling as Hermione petted him soothingly through the haze. Slowly, his breathing returned to normal, though Hermione's hands never left him as she encouraged his muscles to uncoil and relax. Taking a shuddering breath, he turned to face her. His eyes were red rimmed from the intensity of it all, but the gold was no more than sliver on the outer edges of the normally soft green.

Hermione smiled winningly. "Feeling better?" she asked cheekily, hands still petting down his spine.

Remus groaned, shaking his head and pressing his head back into the pillows. "Bloody hell, woman. I can't ever quite decide if you're a demon or a saint."

"It seems terribly small-minded of you that I can't be both."

Rolling his eyes, Remus shook his head and Hermione laughed. Grabbing at random a wand from the bedside table, Hermione waved Remus' wand, silently cleaning up any mess they may have made and pulling the covers neatly up their prone forms.

She dropped the wand where she'd found it before twisting around to press a kiss to his shoulder. "Sleep now, Remus."

Remus groused half-heartedly. "Legislation."

She tapped him on the nose admonishingly. "We'll talk to Kingsley about his thoughtless deadline after. Besides," she cooed, pressing herself against his prone form and undulating suggestively, pulling a whimper from Remus' chest. "I've got plans for Moony later." She wrapped herself more securely around the man beside her, and stroked his hair until he fell into an easy sleep.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So part of me sort of wants to give up this little experiment and focus instead on my own original work, but I feel beholden to you who have continued to fav and follow and especially those of you who've commented. I think to that end, I'm going to commit to... wait, what number is this one? Only 8?! It feels like so many more than that! Maybe because it's technically 9 because I wrote Antonin Dolohov and then 10 because technically I did what I told myself I wouldn't and rewrote the Remus bit because the original idea just wasn't working.

Alright. I originally told myself I would be tickled if I managed 15 of my listed 20 and I think I should stick with that. Remaining I think I'd like to write not in any particular order: Rabastan Lestrange, Ron Weasley, Sirius Black (likely a triad with Remus), Cedric Diggory, Neville Longbottom, and Antonin Dolohov, leaving my seventh choice up in the air in case anyone else has any brilliant situations or just someone they would really like to see.

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