Yay, two chappies in one day! Enjoy!

Okay, well this chapter is rated N17 for sexual situations. Don't like, don't read.

Mucho Love, Autumn

Chapter 14:

Hermione was sitting in a bathroom stall, her knees drawn to her chest, as she decided what she was going to do about tonight. It was Tuesday; the full moon was two days away, and she had brewed the Wolfsbane as she had promised she would.

The problem was, she didn't know if she could work up the nerve to waltz right into his rooms and hand it to him without damging her dignity more so than she already had.

She could ask Sirius to deliver it for her, but then she came off as insecure and weak.

No, she thought. Sirius would never judge you because of that…

Then she realized that she couldn't ask Sirius; he and Remus weren't on the best of terms lately. Oh, God, and it was all her fault, wasn't it?

She had been toying with them both…of course she hadn't meant to. She was new to this… sure, she had slept with three boys. Three times. That's all.

Was that so bad for her age? She knew girls that had been with half the guys at school…

Girls like Lavender and Padma.

"Please don't let him think I'm like that," she whispered to herself as a tear rolled down her cheek. She hastily shut up as the bathroom door pushed open and two girls came in gossiping. It was a moment before Hermione recognized the voices: Padma and Parvatie.

"We've got Defense Against the Dark Arts tomorrow," Parvati said, and Hermione heard them rummaging through their bags, most likely for make-up.

"So we do," Padma replied. "What's your point?"

"You fucked Professor Lupin, I know you did." Parvati said quickly and something dropped to the ground.

"So what if I did? The man's absolutely gorgeous, and don't try and act like you would have done different. I've seen the way you practically drool over him and Black,"Padma snapped. "'Oh, I need remedial potions, too, Professor. I'm sooo bad at them,'" she said in a high pitched whiney voice. She snorted. "Please, Parv. I know you're not bad at potions, not at all. You just want more time around him,"

"I won't deny it," Parvati said. "But sex with a teacher! Lupin! Won't it be awkward, seeing him after that?"

Padma laughed. "Of course not."

"Mmhmm,"

"It was just sex, it's not like we made a lifetime commitment. Merlin, he was good, though."

"…really?"

"Oh, yes. You know what they say about werewolves? It's true." She smacked her lips, and more rummaging was heard.

"Wow,"

"Oh, love, this was was more that 'wow', it was like, DAMN!"

"I'll never be able to look at him the same way," Parvati sighed. "I'll meet you in the Great Hall, yeah?"
"Yeah," Padma said, and their was more rummaging yet as the door creaked shut. "Maybe I'll go at it with him again," she murmured to herself. "That was the biggest I've ever had, and maybe he'll up my grades,"

Before Hermione knew what she was doing, she threw open the stall door with a slam, causing Padma to jump.

"What the fuck, Granger!" she screeched. She had smeared her lipstick down the side of her face. "What are you doing, you nasty haired skank, spying on people?"

"You daft bitch!" Hermione snarled, and without thinking she had reached out and slapped the darker girl with force, the sound echoing off of the tiled walls. "How dare you, you filthy whore? Fucking a teacher to get better grades? Why not just go and give Dumbledore head and see if he'll give you your degree early?"

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Padma demanded, and she jumped on Hermione, knocking both of them to the floor, with her on top. "How dare you speak to me like that?" she screached as she clawed at Hermione's face with her nails. The next few moments were a blur of hissed insults, scratching and hair pulling, slapping and a titty twister or two from Padma, before she came to her senses and decked the bitch.

There was a loud crack as Hermione's knuckles collided with Padma's face.

"AHHH!" Padma screamed, clutching at her nose, trying to contain the flow of blood.

The bathroom door burst open, and Remus was standing there, his brow furrowed. His eyes widened so much when he took in the scene before him that Hermione was surprised his eyeballs didn't fall out of their sockets.

"YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD WHORE, HOW DARE YOU!" Padma screamed, and Remus felt his jaw hit the floor.

"Girls," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "Girls!"

Padma spun around, just realizing he was there, and began to sob.

"P-p-professor, she…I think she broke my nose," she said, her voice sounding muffled because of her hands trying to control the blood.

"Oh, Merlin, Padma, hurry up and get to the hospital wing," he said, and beginning to cry hysterically, she rushed out of the bathroom, and they heard her wailing all the way down the corridor.

His gaze, nearly all gold, fell on Hermione. "You. Come with me," he said, his voice stern. Without speaking, she picked up her things and followed him as he led her silently to his classroom, and then into office.

"You're not taking me the Professor McGonagall," she said as he unlocked the door.

"You know I don't want to do that," he said, his voice low. He closed the door behind them. "What were you thinking?" he asked her, shaking his head in disbelief. "What possesed you to do something as foolish as starting a muggle brawl on the floor of a girl's lavortory?"

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked him straight in the eye. "I'm sorry, Professor, but I am muggle born, and I was raised like a muggle, so I'm going to kick a girls ass like a muggle."

"This has nothing to do with your being muggleborn, Hermione," Remus said.

"Oh, back to Hermione now, is it? Decide what the fuck you want to call me, I hate this switching back and forth! I hate not knowing whether to call you Remus or 'Professor'! I hate that we don't even have a friendship anymore, that my only confident is Sirius, that I felt sick when I heard you and that bitch yesterday after class! I hate how much it hurts that you are just as much of a prejudiced fucker as Patil and Slytherins, that you don't even defend me when she calls me a mudblood!" she shouted, letting everything pour out.

"You just broke her nose, Hermione!" he shouted back, defending himself. "In any other situation, under any other circumstances I would have taken her to the headmaster for saying something like that, but Hermione, the girl was a wreck!"

"You're just defending her because she put out!"

"You're bloody mental," he said.

"I AM NOT MENTAL! YOU SHAGGED A STUDENT!" she shouted. "AND YOU DID IT TO MAKE ME JEALOUS!"

"I NEVER MEANT IT TO GO THAT FAR!" He bellowed, not denying that he had acted to make her jealous.

They were both breathing hard, and it was then they each became aware of how close together they were, their chests almost touching.

"How far was it meant to go, then?" she whispered, looking into his eyes.

"I only meant to talk to her for a while, flirtm maybe a bit of kissing, but nothing more,"

"Then how'd she end up on her knees?" Hermione breathed.

"I had no idea how she was…I thought she was so much more innocent than that…" he awallowed hard, entraced by her beautiful eyes, yearning to feel the softness of her lips on his. "And then it just happened, and I didn't stop it, because in some sick twisted way, I felt like I was getting back at you for Harry and Sirius…"

"Remus," she whispered. All the physical fighting with Padma and now hearing him apologize, feeling the heat radiating off of his body, she needed him. Without hesitation, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.

Words couldn't express how relieved she was when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. His velvety tongue plunged deep into her mouth, and violently battled her own for dominance. He backed her up so she was sitting on his desk. He wasted no time in pushing her skirt up and her panties down.

Trying desperately to catch her breath, Hermione tugged jerkily at his zipper and pushed his navy blue slacks down. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist, and looked into her eyes, giving her one last chance to back away, but she ran a small, delicate hand down his cheek and looked at him expectantly.

With one last fleeting look, he plunged into her, and they both cried out.

His hands trembled as he quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off of her shoulders. He began to thrust into her as he suckled and gently bit down on her neck, revelling in every moan and gasp that he earned.

"Oh, God, Remus," she breathed as he traced his tongue along her sensitive collar bone.

His hands roamed up her thighs and he slid themunder her warm, soft arse, and lifted her slightly, so she slid further down onto his aching cock.

"Mmm," he groaned as she cried out again, and hung onto him. Slowly he lifted her up and down, feeling her muscles tighten around him, it was all he could do to keep from coming too soon.

"Merlin, Mione," he gasped as she shuddered, and she began to pulse around him, her tight cunt swallowing him.

She screamed suddenly and bit down hard on his shoulder as her body spasmed in his hands. He cried out as he spilled his seed deep within her. He carried her to the couch, where he carefully laid down on his back with her still on top of him. She repositioned herself, so she was laying down on top of him, her head resting on his chest.

His fingers absentmindedly stroked her soft curls, and as their breathing steadied, they slowly fell asleep, clinging to one another.

When Sirius flooed into Remus's office to ask for help setting up the remedial lessons, he was only half surprised to find him and Hermione cuddle up together, Remus without his pants.

Smiling, her covered them with a blanket, made sure the door was locked, and let himself out.

The lessons could wait.