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Hermione's eyes landed on Remus the second he sauntered into the restaurant.
He sat three tables away, in the back corner between the kitchen and the loo. A kind smile to the waiter who filled his water glass graced his face. He opened the menu, leaning back in his chair with his long legs comfortably stretched out, crossed at the ankle. It wasn't the first time he'd come to find her in public. And, as always, he was just within her view sporting a nonchalant air about him. But, the glint in his eye told her exactly why he'd come and it certainly had nothing to do with the meeting she was currently having.
She tried to bring her focus back to listening to Narcissa give points of contention that kept her Gringotts Vault sealed tight. Hermione nodded and hummed in acknowledgement, her eyes drifting past the blonde before her to land on him, again.
His hair was mussed artfully in an arrangement of grey-peppered, sandy waves on top with the sides shorn close to his scalp. He'd left his pea coat on but unbuttoned—revealing a burgundy button down that paired nicely with the tan trousers he wore. He looked up when the waiter returned, another pleasant smile on his face as he thanked them for the wine. He took a long sip, his tongue swiping the stray red droplets from his lips, before finally looking up to meet Hermione's gaze.
Her breath hitched and her mouth suddenly felt very dry.
That amber glance sent a wave through her—electricity that rippled down her spine and spread to her fingertips. She shifted in her seat, coughing on the held breath. He smirked.
"Miss Granger, are you alright?" Narcissa's voice broke through, interrupting the heated staring contest.
Hermione blinked, taking a sip of her own wine, "Yes, I'm fine." She cleared her throat, "Just a tickle in my throat."
"As I was saying," Narcissa continued, looking mildly put out at Hermione's interruption. "I appreciate what your department is trying to achieve but do you really think funding something like this is going to help? While I want to support the idea of including Mind Healers on the Hogwarts staff, I'm not sure the Board of Governors will consider it a necessity. I think if you…"
Hermione looked over Narcissa's shoulder again, tuning the witch out and hoping to catch a glance of him as he looked over the menu. The dim, gold lights glittered on his skin, making the thin stripes of silvery-pink scars stand out in stark contrast. His eyes met hers once more. Remus' chin slowly tilted up, the left side of his mouth curling into a coy smirk. He had her attention and he knew it.
He cast his glance sideways, giving a nearly imperceptible jerk of his head to the right. Hermione swallowed, returning the signal with a tiny nod of her own. She watched as he gave his order to the waiter, handed over his menu and then stood, looking at her for a few seconds longer before walking toward the loo.
"Excuse me just a few moments, Mrs Malfoy," Hermione interjected. "I need to use the lavatory."
"I'd rather not know your bodily functions before you do them, Miss Granger," Narcissa drawled, giving a look of utter disdain.
Hermione quickly stood, weaving through the tables toward the back of the restaurant. She knocked three times on the closed door in the back. It opened just enough for her to slip inside before she was pressed against it, the lock clicking into place.
His lips were on hers instantly, his tongue slipping into her mouth, devouring her. She let out a breathy sigh, wrapping her arms around his neck, tilting her chin up to taste him deeper.
He tasted like wine and cinnamon and chocolate.
Remus pulled his lips away from hers, moving them over her jaw to trail down her throat. He nipped a sensitive spot beneath her ear.
"I like this dress," he mumurmed, his hands slinking down her sides to bunch the royal blue fabric up around her waist. "How's your meeting going?"
Hermione puffed out a breathy gasp of a laugh. "Trying to convince Narcissa Malfoy to foot the bill for Mind Healers at Hogwarts," she whispered. "It's going about as well as you'd expect. I thought she'd—ah—understand the need for it."
"Something as progressive as Mind Healers?" He chuckled, his breath hot against her throat. His fingers slipped past the band of her knickers, gently caressing the skin beneath them.
"Yes, well, given the past," Hermione explained, lamely. Her hips bucked forward as his thigh pressed between them, seeking friction. "I thought she could see the value in them."
"Mm, perhaps," he agreed, pushing forward, his stiff length pressed against her hip.
Hermione's hands slid down to his chest, feeling his lean muscles beneath his shirt., "Take this bloody coat off," she demanded, shoving the heavy wool of the peacoat off his shoulders.
He chuckled, shaking the coat from his arms as she pushed it down, "I thought you liked this coat?"
"I do. But, right now I'd like it better on the floor," she said, her hand flying to the buckle of his belt. She worked quickly to slide the leather from the metal, pushing the button of his trousers through the loop. "I don't have long. I told her I needed to use the loo."
He laughed again, nipping at her collar, "She'll think you got food poisoning."
Hermione's retort died on her tongue as his fingers slipped further down, brushing against her clit in teasing swipes. Her head fell back, knocking against the door as she hitched a leg up around his waist. She could feel his cock pressed against the inside of her thigh through his pants as he adjusted his hand to press two fingers into her slick heat. She bit hard on her bottom lip, stifling a moan.
"What will you tell her when she sees us exit together?" He asked, his voice low and rough.
"What would you like me to tell her?" Hermione panted, "Are we friends? Are we dating? I don't think it'd be appropriate to just—Oh fuck, Remus, there—to just explain that I sometimes like to fuck my ex-professor."
Remus hummed, crooking his fingers to nudge at the delicious spot inside of her. "I can't imagine she'd like to hear that since you're trying to get her to convince the Board of Governors to approve additional funding for Hogwarts, no," he said between nipping kisses on her throat. "Particularly when your ex-professor is still teaching there."
Hermione's hips rolled forward, "Conflict of interest," she agreed. "Since you've been in full support of the motion since I started it."
She hooked her arm around the back of his neck, the other sliding between them to palm at his cock, pushing her hand into the opening of his pants to pull him free of the cotton confines. She wrapped her fingers around the velvety smooth skin of his shaft, pumping her fist a few times. Remus' breath stuttered, a low growl escaping his throat as his hips bucked forward.
"Remus," Hermione moaned, "Please."
He pulled his fingers from her, dragging them through her folds to tease her clit a bit more before removing his hand from the lacey knickers. He slid them to the side, pressing the head of his cock against her entrance. His lips found hers, swallowing her moan as he pushed inside of her, sheathing himself completely in her slick heat.
Remus adjusted slightly, his chest pressing flush against hers to keep her pinned tightly against the door. He slipped his arms between them, hooking her knees in the crook of his elbows to pick her up fully off the ground. Finally, he began to thrust hard and fast, his tongue licking into her mouth to taste every moan that he pulled from her throat. Hermione's hands found their way into his hair, fingers twisting into the mop of waves, tugging lightly on his scalp. Her lips moved against his, capturing his bottom lip between her teeth.
She cried out a string of obscenities and praises on the end of broken breath as she quickly tumbled over the edge of bliss with shaking thighs and stars bursting behind her eyes. Remus followed after a few more jerks of his hips, a groan of pleasure muffled by the blue fabric on her shoulder. He slowly pulled out, bringing her legs back down to standing.
After a few minutes of panting as they both worked to catch their breath, Remus tucked himself back into his trousers and fastened the buckle, bending to pick his coat up off the floor. He pulled his wand from the inner pocket to cast a quick cleansing charm over them both.
"My hair?" Hermoine asked, shaking out the skirt of her dress as she tried to regain balance on her wobbly legs.
"Looks okay," he confirmed. "Mine?"
Hermione looked up, chuckling as she reached up to comb her fingers through the strands, putting them back in order.
"I'll go out first," Hermione said. "Then you can follow a few minutes later?"
Remus nodded, catching her wrist before she could open the door. "We can be more, if you want more," he said, his face softening.
"Do you want more?" Hermione asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
"Quick fucks in the nearest loo are great and all," he began. "But, I'd like to be more than a friend or your ex-professor that you have incredible sex with from time to time. Maybe even go out on a proper date."
Hermione inhaled, biting back a smile. "I'd like that, too."
Remus grinned brightly, his eyes crinkling up a bit at the corners as he leaned down to leave a soft kiss on her lips. "Better get back to your meeting. Don't want to keep Narcissa Malfoy waiting."
Hermione chuckled, returning the kiss with a few quick pecks before slipping back out into the dining room and making her way toward the blonde waiting alone at their table. She slid into her chair and downed half her water glass, ignoring the strange look Narcissa was casting in her direction.
"Sorry for the interruption," Hermione said, squaring her shoulders as she pulled her briefcase off the floor and into her lap. "Now, I'd like to go over some of the research I've compiled with you."
She handed a folder to Narcissa and allowed her eyes to slip past the witch's shoulder one last time, to catch the soft smile on Remus' flushed face. He winked and Hermione beamed, her heart fluttering happily in her chest.