His Past, Her Future {Book One}

Chapter 22. Quidditch Practice

A.N. A bit of sexual content later on.

Sirius was adamant that there was a homework conspiracy between the Professors and, although Lily reminded him that it was getting close to the end of year exams, Hermione had to agree that the mass amount of homework that they had been given over the following three weeks had made an astounding collection.

Although, she also considered, it could have been only the fact that she now had something other than study to occupy her days that had made the work seem so frustrating in it's ability to be infuriatingly time consuming.

Nevertheless, it had been consequently close to almost exactly four weeks since she had spent 'quality' time alone with Remus and the appreciation showed on both their faces when they went to hand in the last in a long line of essays one late Thursday afternoon.

Remus sighed in relief as his hand slipped comfortably into hers, making their way leisurely back to the Gryffindor common room from handing in their Arthimancy assignment.

"Feels good doesn't it?" Hermione asked swinging his hand a little with hers.

"Mhm," he agreed. "But I know something even better."

Hermione giggled as he tugged her across the empty hallway pulling her into the window alcove so they would not be seen by those looking down the hall and planted his mouth firmly upon hers.

"Mmm ... much better," she murmured against his lips.

He pulled away so he could look at her properly, his hand cradling her jaw as his thumb caressed her cheek affectionately.

"I love your laugh," he admitted.

Hermione couldn't help but smile at his heated gaze and sincere words.

"I love your kisses," she returned, leaning up on the tips of her toes to receive another.

He obliged her enthusiastically, tongues sweeping across each other fluently.

"Delicious," she licked her lips as the kiss ended and she pulled away.

Remus' eyes glazed over and his hands claimed her backside.

"Quidditch practice tonight," he informed her neck as he nuzzled the curls that fell over her shoulder.

She giggled again as his nose tickled her and he responded by giving a playful bite to her neck.

"But where will Peter be?" She asked practically as he lapped the small teeth from the bite with his tongue.

Small shivers flew up and down her spine settling in the pool that was being created between her legs and she completely missed his answer.

"Ah ... pardon?" she tried again.

He chuckled and pulled away from her neck to face her.

"Distracted?" He asked with an infuriatingly cute smirk that she just wanted to bite off his lips.

"I said - he has chess practice."

"Ah. So?"

"After dinner?" He suggested.

"Right. After dinner."

"Argh," Hermione yelled in frustration throwing another item of clothing onto the fast growing pile upon her bed.

"Lily! Help me, please!"

"Calm down, My," Lily chastised walking in from the bathroom applying her lip gloss to complete her perfect ensemble. "Oh my god, what are you doing?" she asked shocked at the mess created being created by her usually pedantic room mate.