It's finally here. The last chapter, and I'm so sorry it took so long.

For my last chapter, I had a review from a guest reviewer who accused me of 'glorifying paedophilia' because I wrote that Hermione had a crush on Remus when she was thirteen.

I'm sure that at least 50% of Remus/Hermione stories involve Hermione having a crush on Remus when he was her Professor. When she was thirteen. That is HERMIONE having a crush on Remus. Not the other way around.

Hermione is a Teaching Assistant. Meaning she's old enough to have finished her schooling. There is nothing in the story to state that anything happened between her and Remus when she was still a child, or that Remus was attracted to her before she was of age.

So if the guest reviewer that made that comment could please direct those nonsense comments towards the stories where she is still in her third year when they start their relationship, where those comments belong.

Needless to say I declined the comment so it's not showing up on my reviews.

How could he say no to a beautiful woman who was mad about him? One he had fallen in love with?

The same woman who had kept his secret years ago, when she could have stormed the castle demanding to have a human Professor and not a Werewolf, or who had brewed his Wolfsbane for him? The girl who trusted him with her life. With everything.

He knew he would do anything for her and if Hermione wanted him... for whatever reason, he was hers to do with as she pleased.

"Yes," he whispered, pulling her into his arms and crushing their lips together. Her fingers raised to tangle in his hair as her lips moved against Remus', eagerly reciprocating the kiss.

Remus' hands slid around her waist, and down, grabbing her and picking her up, her legs locked around his waist as her lips continued to meet Remus'. He pulled away for a moment to grab some potions that had been left on his desk and walked towards the bed. The potions were placed on the bedside table, and Remus' lips were on hers again as he lay her down on the bed, his body on hers.

"Are you sure?" he asked, as he felt his top being pulled over his head.

"Yes," she replied. "I've wanted to be yours for too long."

"But we're not rushing -"

"Not at all," she replied quickly. "It's not like this is just a one-night thing to either of us... right?"

"Of course not. We're much more than that," Remus whispered, his lips meeting Hermione's neck, gently nibbling it.

"We are," she agreed, her fingers fumbling with his trousers.

"Patience," Remus murmured, pulling away and looking down at her laying on his bed.

Eager for him.

He took a breath, and all he could taste was Hermione and her intoxicating scent. He could taste her need for him, her arousal.

Before he could even think what he was doing, his fingers were clutching her top, pulling it over her head, his eyes moving across her flawless skin and breasts.

"Are you -"

"Yes," she interrupted. "I'm yours and my answer will always be yes, I want you. I want you to make love to me. I -"

His mouth found her breast, causing her words to stop as her fingers shyly found his hair. His lips moved to the other one as his hand moved up, playing with her breast, teasing her nipple and his lips moved towards her stomach.

"I want to taste you," he whispered. "I want to see you come undone with just my tongue." Her pyjama bottoms were stripped off, leaving her body on full display, but he didn't stop to look. Remus' lips teased at the inside of her thighs, kissing and nipping and making Hermione squirm with need.

Finally his lips reached the top of her thigh, and his tongue gently pressed against her slit, tasting her excitement. He slowly dragged his tongue, smirking to himself as she pushed herself against him, desperate for more.

"Patience, love," he repeated, glancing up at her for a second before returning to run his tongue over her folds, feeling her hips move to meet him with each lick. As she twisted to move away, the beginnings of an orgasm finding her, Remus grabbed her hips and held her in place on the bed as he made her body explode. His lips teasing her most sensitive area as she lay on the bed, shaking.

He gave her a minute to recover, as his gaze finally explored her whole body, trailing down the scar she received from the ministry and the words on her arm before returning to her flushed face.

"That was amazing, can I... I want to try with you?"

"I'm yours," Remus said, repeating his earlier words.

She began to sit up but Remus shook his head.

"I didn't mean you had to do it now," he said. "I can wait for that for... next time?"

Hermione heard the hesitance at the words in his voice. As though he was worried she wouldn't want a next time.

"There will most definitely be a next time," she whispered. "Right now I want you to make love to me." Her hands reached for his clothes, quickly helping him out of them, and her gaze slowly moved across his body. Remus made no move to cover his scars. He wouldn't hide from Hermione, she needed to see exactly what she was agreeing to.

"Take the potions on the bedside table," he said, huskily. "One's for pain, it'll help... and the other in a contraception potion. Sirius really has thought of everything."

Hermione quickly downed the potions before moving back into place on the bed, Remus standing exactly where he had been and she continued her examination of him.

"You're gorgeous," she finally said, smirking as her eyes fell on his rock hard erection. She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs slightly for him, her knees bent. "Is this position okay, or would you like to take me in a different position?"

Remus briefly pictured Hermione in different positions. On her knees with him behind her, and riding him. Maybe riding him as he sat on his chair by his desk.

"That's perfect," he whispered, climbing on the bed and moving between her spread legs. His fingers moved between her legs, touching her and he slid one inside, feeling how tight she was. He wasn't sure how he was going to fit his large cock in there, but he was sure as hell going to try.

"Tell me if I hurt you or if you want to stop or anything," he ordered, seconds before lining himself up, the tip of his hardness feeling how wet she still was.

Remus slowly pushed in inch by inch, his eyes fixed on Hermione's brown ones until he hit her barrier.

He could barely breathe, his body was shaking on top of hers as he watched her, waiting for her to adjust to his size. He had almost expected Hermione to change her mind at the last moment, rather than give him the gift of her first time.

Which would be followed by a second and third time.

If he had his way, all her times would be with him. No other man would touch his Hermione.

"You can... I want you to do it," Hermione whispered, her hand reaching for his face. "I'm yours, Remus. I'll be yours until you no longer want me."

He resisted the urge to break through the barrier, and carefully met her lips with his. As he pulled away, his fingers stroked down her face.

"Then you'll be stuck with me forever, unless you tell me you don't want me, I'm not going anywhere."

As a smile grew on her face, he brought his lips down, stifling the gasp of pain as his hips moved forward, breaking through, making Hermione his. He held still for a long time, his fingers moving to wipe her eyes as a couple of unshed tears glistened in them.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he said after a few moments.

"My first time was always bound to hurt," she replied. "I'm glad it's you. You can move now."

His hips slowly moved forward, until she was taking everything he had to offer and her tightness squeezed him.

"Oh Merlin," he whispered as he began to pull out again, only to bring himself back into the tight wet heat that Hermione's body was giving him.

After each few thrusts, he slightly sped up until their bodies were moving together. The slight pain on Hermione's face was now mixed with pleasure, and Remus knew he could stay buried inside her forever and not regret a second of being with her. His fingers danced over her skin, as hers did to his own body.

Hermione traced his scars, one by one, learning his body. She was glad Remus showed her everything. It wasn't about knowing what she was getting into. It was about the fact that he trusted her, and he felt like he could bare himself to her in that manner. The sight just made her want him more - something she never realised she could feel. She was already aching for him, but to see his bare skin as he walked towards the bed, ready to take her sent even more shivers through her.

She was ready for him.

As he moved inside her, causing strange feelings - ones she had never felt before, she had to force back words from her lips. Words to tell him how she truly felt. Was it too soon to tell him that she had been in love with him for a couple of years now? He had said that she would be stuck with him forever - but did he mean actually forever? As in years to come? Because she wanted that too.

Her body arched as he hit a spot inside of her, and she looked into his eyes to find amusement, with a smirk on his lips.

"Did that feel good Hermione?" he whispered. "Should I do that again?"

"You better do it again," she replied, her eyes drifting closed as Remus pushed back inside her, causing her breath to catch and her back to arch slightly.

"Open your eyes and watch me make love to you," Remus murmured, and her eyes snapped open. She watched Remus as he brought her higher and higher, a swirling feeling building up inside her. A pressure that needed a release.

"Please, more," she begged, and Remus complied.

It wasn't long before her walls clenched around his hard erection. She had already been impossibly tight, but this was too much for him. It took Remus a couple more thrusts and Hermione moaning his name with her body raised from the bed, her mouth half-open and her eyes struggling to stay open for him to finish himself, deep inside her.

Remus ignored his trembling arms, slowly pulling out of Hermione and flopping down next to her. His arms wrapped around her, gently pulling his witch into his arms, and holding her tightly.

"Mine," he murmured.

"Yours," she agreed.

He pulled the blankets around them, not caring about the mess they were in. The sheets were already in need of cleaning, so there wasn't much they could do that night until the door was unlocked and their wands returned to them.

For the next hour, Remus contented himself with running his hands over Hermione's body, learning it, and Hermione examined his chest, kissing each and every scar before cuddling up in his arms. They shared the occasional kiss, and Remus contemplated taking her again, but he knew Hermione would be too sore.

"Moony, Kitten. Ginny isn't best pleased with my plan. She said that... are you sleeping, because I... wait, are these Hermione's knickers by the door? Oh... I'll leave your wands right here, shall I? Okay, right. I'll be going now." They listened as the door closed behind Sirius Black.

"It's a good thing you pulled the covers over us," Hermione murmured.

"Maybe we should move your underwear before Sirius attempts to come back in and steal it," Remus suggested.

"Where is it?" Hermione asked.

"By the door," Remus replied, shifting from the bed and grabbing the wands. He pulled on his pyjama bottoms, leaving the room for a couple of minutes and returning with a set of clean sheets, casting a locking spell on the door after returning.

"Sirius isn't in the rooms, he's probably gone to tell the world that we had sex."

"Let him," Hermione replied. "That way we can stay in here and have sex and they'll leave us alone."

Remus grinned at the idea "I'm going to run you a bath," he replied, heading into the bathroom. When he returned, Hermione had stripped the bedding down. ready for the fresh set.

"So, I'm stuck with you forever?" Hermione asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Yes," Remus replied, no trace of humour in his voice. "I'm yours as long as you want me, Hermione. I love you my little witch."

"I love you too," Hermione replied softly.

Review Please.

I'm sorry this took so long. I struggled with getting this chapter right, and to be honest, I'm still not 100% happy with it, but it's been worked on for weeks now. If you've just read it and think it's awful, tell me and I'll take it down and rewrite it.

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I wanted Hermione to be a mix of uncertain and confident. She's no idea what she is doing, but when she's laying there trying to entice Remus, she's confident that he wants her. Hopefully I got that across well.

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I have a lot more Hermione/Remus stories coming up in the future. I have quite a few WolfStar to finish first, a Hermione/James, and two Hermione/Sirius plus my other Hermione/Remus story. They will all be completed as soon as possible. I am not abandoning any of these stories. They will be completed!

There is also a poll on my profile page (right at the top there is a link) with a vote as to the order that I'll be updating my stories in.