Truth or Dare ✔️

2

Unbeknownst to either of them, Remus had returned home early and crept stealthily down the corridor so as not to awaken Misses Black's portrait; like Sirius, he hated everything about that painting and did not wish to raise it's ire; he inhaled the aroma of the roast that Sirius had prepared and felt comforted; it felt good to be home. He prayed that Sirius wasn't pissy drunk only because he wasn't up to engaging him in an argument. As he walked past the dining room, he thought he saw movement just inside the door and pushed the door open to find Hermione pulling the nightgown over her head, the barely lit room creating an alluring glow to her nearly naked body and found that he could not pry his eyes from the lovely vision. The fireplace behind her created the perfect backdrop with which to study her by. Although she was not facing the door, he could easily see the gentle slope of her hips and the silhouette of her firm breasts and her high, rounded buttocks and long shapely legs. He blinked his eyes and felt the air escape his lips as she lifted Sirius's shirt and slipped her arms through and buttoned up the front. She cuffed the sleeves and sat back down as she awaited her host. Remus cast a levitation spell silently and moved back toward the front door, opened it and closed it again, this time, making a bit more noise as he walked back up the corridor.

"Who's there," she asked as she hurried to button up the shirt.

Remus pushed open the door. "Hermione? Is that you?"

"Yes," she replied.

He smiled and walked into the large room. "What a lovely surprise! What brings you here?"

She smiled brightly as having seen him. "Hello Profess--erm--Remus! Sorry!"

She relayed the events that had lead her to be in the company of Mister Black and she lowered her head and closed her eyes, prepared for the tongue lashing from her former Professor that was surely to follow. She trusted this man almost as much as her own parents. Any thing that he would have to say to her, she would surely take to heart.

Remus nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, he's still quite handsome and rather desirable I would think," he said. "And he's been alone for far too long, that's a fact."

"So if I asked him, do you think--"

"Don't you dare play with him like that," he whispered crossly as he approached her, shaking his head as he pointed his finger at her. "His mind is as brittle as the finest china that's been frozen and his feelings run deep. They always have. It's bad enough that he fancies you. You should see how his face lights up whenever he receives a letter from you."

Her eyes widened. "His face lights up?"

He nodded. "Oh yes, they mean the world to him and if you hadn't been one of my most gifted students, I might have taken a fancy to you as well. You're intelligent and gifted, and you've grown up quite a bit in the two years that I've known you and somehow, you've managed to blossom into a lovely young woman. And you know," he said chuckling, "he could teach you some glamour tips--you'd be far easier on the eyes that you are now. No, scratch that. No one would leave you alone--how would you get any studying done!" His eyes ran the length of her body, to her legs and finally to her ankle. "Best get off that foot," he said pointing then pulled a chair out and assisted with propping up her leg on the chair. She found it awkward to sit like that, but her ankle did feel better. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to let him know I've returned home. Your virtue may very well remain in tact after all, Hermione."

"Remus?"

He stopped just shy of exiting the room and he turned his head. "Yes?"

"If I were seventeen?"

"If you were seventeen, I daresay that you and I would not have had this conversation. Nor would I get any supper! But as it is, you're barely sixteen...Sooo....There you have it."