A Force of Magic [HP Jamione fanfic]

Chapter 29: New year, new century, new millenium

23rd December 1999
5:30am
Potter Manor - Barnstone, Nottinghamshire

Hermione woke up instinctively early as she always seemed to on the mornings after the full moon. She knew she wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep, so she pulled a Muggle dressing gown on over her camisole and knickers (which made up the extent of her pyjamas), and headed down to the kitchen. She wasn't surprised to find Tonks also already up and bustling around in the large room.

"Wotcher, 'Mione." The normally exuberant woman greeted tiredly.

"You okay, Tonks?" She asked, coming over to where she seemed to be cooking up a large breakfast.

Tonks smiled, "Yeah, just tired. Teddy never sleeps well over the full moon, so we were both up most of the night."

Hermione watched her in silence for a moment, before sighing, "Here, Tonks." She grabbed the spatula out of the older woman's hands. "I'll make breakfast and take the potions down to the boys. You and Teddy go get some more sleep."

Tonks watched her silently for a moment, before nodding once and heading upstairs where Teddy was already down for a nap with a murmured "Thanks". Hermione quickly cast a stasis charm over the food, and gathered up the plethora of potions for Remus, and placed them all on a tray along with cups of coffee for James, Sirius, and Harry. The four had decided to spend this full moon cavorting about in the heavily warded woods on the Potter Estate instead of heading over to the Sanctuary as they usually did.

Hermione floated the tray out ahead of her as she slipped her feet into a pair of slippers near the back doors onto the patio, and then headed out into the cold of the December early morning. She shivered, and cast a strong warming charm over herself, and a stasis charm on the coffee so it stayed hot.

She picked her way through the dewey grass, unable to stop the bottom edge of her dressing gown getting wet. Her feet were already a lost cause, she'd just have to dry them when she went back inside. At the edge of the woods one of the four men was laying, shivering a little, in the grass facing away from her. With a jolt as she got closer she realised it was James. A very naked James!

She couldn't see too much of him from the way he was laying, but what she could see made her heart race a little, and saliva pool in her mouth. He was stretched out on his back, his face turned away from her. One of his legs was propped up with the knee bent, so his modesty was protected. But there were still acres of golden skin left open, his broad shoulders were glistening with sweat and dew from the grass. Her eyes followed the line cut by his pecs down into a trim waist and those long powerful legs.

She swallowed, desperately looking away from the tantalising shadow of his groin covered by his leg. Her eyes snapped up to his face when he stretched and groaned, keeping them away from looking at how completely exposed he was now. A few feet away she stopped and cleared her throat loudly, when that didn't work she called his name, "James!"

His eyes snapped open, suddenly alert as he turned his head to look at her. He blinked at her for a moment, "Hermione?" He croaked tiredly, not noticing, or not caring that he was buck naked.

"Morning." She said breathlessly, struggling to keep from ogling the gorgeous man in front of her any more than she already had. "I've got coffee for you," She gestured at the floating tray, "Do you have any clothes around?" She stared intently at a point just behind his head, too embarrassed to make eye contact when all she really wanted was for this man to ravish her.

James started, and glanced down at his body, sitting up suddenly, his hands over his crotch, "Err.." He looked away from Hermione, a blush staining his bronzed skin. "Sorry, 'Mione. I think Padfoot stored them in that warded box over there." He gestured with his chin over towards a box hidden in a fallen tree that Hermione hadn't noticed before.