Staying at Number 12 wasn't a good idea. But he couldn't say not to his best friend, when he begged for him to stay when he needed company. Then she arrived.
Everything was fine, he had settled into a routine. He knew he had time to prepare for when Hermione would eventually arrive. She was due the same day as the Weasley's. Only, she was a month early. He had tried to avoid her, politely excusing himself from the room and then leaving Headquarters so he wasn't tempted. Only he would come back that evening, sneaking into his room. It only took a week for his resolve to crumble. A week of his wolf taunting him. A week, for Remus Lupin to give in to his baser instincts.
He jerked back, having not see who he had run into. He threw his hands out to steady them, only for his hands to come into contact with smooth, bare skin. He blinked harshly, his eyes focusing on the shorter girl before him. The very one he had been avoiding. For good reason. Only now, Hermione Granger, his mate, was standing before him in nothing but a towel. Her hair dripped down her bare shoulders and the tops of her breasts. The white towel was soaked. He was hard instantly.
"Professor, I'm sorry. I wasn't watching were I was going, I didn't think you were back yet. Sirius is already in bed." She explained, adjusting her towel to try and cover her more.
"Hermione, I'm not your professor anymore." He whispered, his voice a little hoars as he tried to regain control of his body.
She chuckled and shook her head. "No, I supposed your not. What do I call you then?"
"Remus." He answered automatically.
"Remus." She spoke the word slowly, testing it out. It was testing his last bit of restraint. The wolf howled in excitement. It was only then that he noticed his hand had traveled from her arm up to her shoulder, his fingers slowly sliding along her skin. It was also the same moment she noticed it as well. "Um, sir, is there something I can help you with?" She asked, stepping away from him. Only for him to follow her.
Slowly, she continued to back away from him, and he continued to follow. "That is a loaded question, Hermione." He breathed, his arms coming up to cage her against the wall beside her bedroom. "You see, there is something you can do to help."
"W-What?"
He took a moment to look her up and down, before looking to make sure they were alone, before he opened her bedroom door and shoved her inside. As she stumbled, he gripped the edge of her towel and tugged until it fell from her body and landed on the floor just in her doorway. He silenced and locked her door as it closed behind them. Hermione shrieked, her hands flying to try and cover herself, only she couldn't. He licked his lips, slowly moving forwards and taking her in.
"Remus! What on earth is wrong with you?" She cried, glaring at him.
He grinned, his hands grabbing each of her wrists and pinning them above her head as he pushed her into the closest wall. Situating so only one of his hands was holding both of hers, Remus moved his free hand to trail down her body appreciatively. "I am merely taking what I want. You see, I have been trying very hard to stay away from you, but now...now your just too desirable not to take." His fingers played with her clit, rubbing and tugging at it and watched a red flush seep into her skin.
"Get off of me!" She cried, struggling in his tight grip.
He groaned as her struggling only pushed her hips further into his, brushing against his cock. When she stilled, he merely continued to grind against her, his trousers leaving red marks behind. "You see, Hermione, when a werewolf finds their mate, what usually happens?" He asked, leaning down to whisper into her ear.
He heard her swallow thickly, her mind working a mile a minute, before she answered. "They have a persistent need to consummate the bond."
"Very good. Now, lets say a werewolf finds his mate, but she is younger than him, still underage. So, he keeps himself in check around her, keeps a distance between them at all times. Until one day, they happen to bump into each other a few years later. She isn't exactly decent to say the least. What do you think the wolf would do?" He growled, nipping at her ear.
Another audible gulp, before she answered. "Lack of control."
"Correct." He said, moving his middle finger to curl into her entrance. Hermione gasped at the invasion, arching slightly at the feel of his finger working its way in and out of her. "Now, this werewolf has always had a desire for her. Now, his mate is legal, and exposed, all for him. What do you think would happen?" He whispered, leaning back to stare down at her. He watched as her mouth opened to answer, only for him to shove his finger firmly into her, followed closely by another finger being added.
"AGH!" She hissed, sucking in a breath before trying to answer again. "The Claiming." Just as she finished saying the words, she fell over her peak. Screaming out an orgasam and going limp in his grip. Hefting her into his arms, Remus carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. "Why are you doing this?" She wheezed, small tears leaking from her eyes.
With a flick of his wrist, his clothes vanished as he climbed on top of her. Spreading her legs and nestling himself between them, he gently rubbed his throbbing cock up and down her sex, coating his length in her juices. "You're my mate, Hermione." He whispered, notching himself at her entrance and slowly slipping into her. Her head tipped back as she groaned, a little sensitive from her orgasam. When he reached the barrier, he pulled back until his head was just barely inside her, before plunging back into her with a swift jerk of his hips. With a cry of pain, Hermione stiffened at the loss of her innocence. Remus stilled, giving her only a moment to adjust before he began to move slowly in and out of her. As he moved, her hands moved up to clutch at his shoulders, her nails digging in sharply. Remus, undeterred by the slight stinging, continued to work his mate up and up and up. His hands roaming all over her body, playing with her breasts and clit, as he continued his slow pace.
"You feel so good, mate, wrapped around my cock. You take me so well, Hermione. I'm going to take such good care of you. Anywhere you go, I will be there. You will walk around with my mark on full display, everyone will know you are claimed. That you are mine." As he spoke, his rhythm slowly fell apart, becoming erratic and fast. His cock pounding into Hermione's channel, probing at her cervix with every thrust. As his cock began to swell, he howled with joy. It was here that Remus noticed she was struggling to get away from him, from his knott. "Gonna knot you, Hermione. Gonna fill you up with my seed. Gonna plate a whole damn garden. Gotta mark you, fill you. One day, we will have pups. Yes, pups. Ours. Yours, mine. OURS." He howled as his knott latched onto Hermione, probing her cervix open as he climaxed. Hermione followed a moment later, crying out at the pain and invasion from his knott. It was only once she followed after him into the afterglow, did he sink his teeth into her shoulder. He bit hard enough to draw blood, sucking harshly, before licking away the blood that flowed from her mating mark. Collapsing on top of her, Remus rolled over and pulled her onto his chest. His knott still securing them together.
"I'm sorry it happened like this." Remus whispered, his hands running up and down Hermione's bare back.
She shivered, but nodded her head in understanding. "I want to hate you, but I can't find it in myself to."
Remus grinned, his hips shifting so his knott would rub into her cervix more. She groaned and nipped at the skin of his chest. "It's natural. We are a perfect match." He whispered. Hermione nodded. "I love you Hermione."
"I love you too, Remus. For a long time." She whispered.
Using his hand, Remus tilted her chin up and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Just as his knott dissolved, and round two began.