Take Me as I Am

Summary: If she was Little Red Riding Hood, then he definitely didn't mind being the Big Bad Wolf. Remus Lupin/Hermione Granger; smut; swears and some fluff.

A/N: Hermione is of age (I don't write the underage stuff, no offence to people who do) and Sirius is still alive and kicking

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The presence of the morning sun in Hermione's eyes was not welcome, not when she had the worst headache in the world and a mouth that tasted like she'd licked the dirty floorboards from the kitchen all the way up to the attic. Firewhiskey was never allowed near her again. On the plus side, she was glad she hadn't had too much because then she would never have remembered how she ended up in Remus Lupin's bed, having the most mind-blowing sex; three times. She giggled to herself, so happy at what had happened. The one thing that saddened her, though, was that Remus was not in bed beside her. But the hearty smell of bacon and sausages that wafted from the kitchen made up for that. She pushed back the sheets, feeling her sore muscles tense up as she sat up. She still had on her Red Riding Hood stockings as she knew Remus loved them on her. She made a mental note to buy loads of them.

Standing up, she grabbed for one of Remus' shirts that hung on the back of his desk chair and pulled on some knickers before sliding the stockings off her legs. She looked at herself in the mirror, fluffing up her sex-hair a little more before she left his room, only to be caught by Ginny, whose jaw almost hit the floor as she saw whose room Hermione came out of. She suddenly smiled brightly.

"You ... and Remus? Finally?" she managed to say through her awe. Hermione blushed and nodded before she was enveloped in a hug that was, almost, bone crushing. Hermione hugged her friend back before she was let go of. "It's about bloody time."

"Little Red Riding Hood got her Big Bad Wolf," Hermione said, smiling dreamily. "Do you know where he is?"

"In the kitchen," she said, still smiling away. "I'm so happy for you, 'Mione." The older witch smiled at her friend before she moved to go downstairs. She could hear the muggle radio that she insisted on playing in the kitchen, someone whistling along with it. She smiled as she stuck her head around the kitchen door to see Remus by the stove, wearing only his pyjama bottoms once more. The sight of his well muscled back was just lovely. She moved into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around the werewolf's waist, fingers playing with the waistband of his pyjamas. She pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

"Good morning," she mumbled against his skin. He turned in her arms, cupping her face gently before pressing a kiss to her lips.

"Good morning to you," he replied.

"I thought it had been a dream when I woke up and you weren't in bed," she said. "But I'm glad it isn't."

"I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed, but since you are here now ..." he said, smoothing her hair back out of her face so he could kiss her once more. She welcomed the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pushed her up against the kitchen counter. Her hands slid down his back, feeling the muscles beneath her palms as they moved further down, sneaking below the waistband of his pyjama's to cup his backside, squeezing gently. He moaned against her mouth, feeling her bare leg come up to wrap around his own leg.

"God ... I came down here feeling hungry, now I just feel sick," came Sirius' voice from behind them, making them jump apart, faces red with embarrassment as Remus tried to hide his excitement. Sirius just grinned at how uncomfortable he made them. "I'm kidding you know. Like I didn't know what you were doing. Hermione has a great set of ..."

"Sirius Orion Black, I beg you not to finish that sentence ..." Remus said through gritted teeth.

"I was going to say lungs, you pervert," Sirius said, grabbing some cups and pouring coffee for the three of them. He turned to them, placing their tea on the table. Hermione felt a little underdressed but sat down at the table nonetheless, Remus plating up the breakfast he made her and placing it in front of her. "No breakfast for me, Moony?"

"No. Piss off, Padfoot," he said, though a glint of amusement shone in his eye. Sirius chuckled.

"I know when I'm not wanted," he said, picking up his coffee and a copy of the Daily Prophet and moved away into the living room. There was a silence, though a comfortable one, between Remus and Hermione before Remus sat down next to her, putting his own breakfast down on the table. He slid onto the bench beside her, their eyes both meeting the others.

"Hermione ..."

"Yes?"

"Last night ...it was, well, it was magical. Really it was. For me, I have never found a woman who is, for want of a better word, compatible with me. Mainly that is because of the wolf," he said. He took one of her hands in his own and held it tightly. "What I am trying to say is that I, I want this to be more than a onetime thing." Hermione's eyes left his and moved to their clasped hands, a blush staining her cheeks, her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip.

"You want me to be your girlfriend?" she asked, her voice quiet but hopeful. Remus smiled, a small blush staining his own cheeks.

"Yes, that was what I was going for," he said. "If you need some time to think, you can let ..." he began but Hermione cut him off.

"Yes, of course I will. It's something I have wanted since I met you in our third year," she said. Remus' eyes widened. She had harboured feelings for him for that long. "It was only since I moved in here with you and Sirius that my feelings came out to play once more. Every time I saw you, I heard you, even smelt your aftershave, I was intoxicated." Remus smiled again, lifting a hand to caress her cheek. Both parties leaned forward, their lips meeting gently in the middle in the softest kiss before touching their foreheads together.

"What about Harry? Ron? Will you tell them?" Remus whispered gently. Hermione smiled at her lover.

"Yes but, firstly, I want to spend as much time with you as possible. I want you to take me to bed and do exquisite yet filthy things to my body," Hermione said, her cheeks going slightly pink. Remus chuckled.

"I am sure that can be arranged," he said, pulling away from her and lifting her from the bench and into his arms.

"But breakfast ..."

"There are more important things," he said, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before carrying her from the kitchen towards the stairs, passing the living room on the way there.

"Silencing charms, Moony," Sirius shouted from the living room, chuckling.

"Piss off, Padfoot."

-x-

Before Hermione knew it, she was in Remus' room, the door being kicked closed. Remus carried her to his bed, laying her down gently on her back. She nibbled on her bottom lip gently, watching Remus as he climbed onto the bed and crawled on top of her. Leaning down, he caught her lips with his own, pulling gently at the bottom one with his teeth, listening to the barely audible moan that escaped her. He smiled, more to himself, as he kissed her fully on the lips, her arms sliding over his shoulders to pull him down closer to her body. He felt her thighs part beneath him to let him rest against her, his half hard cock pressing against her centre.

"Remus," she moaned as she felt him against her, her nails digging gently into his skin. His lips left hers suddenly, trailing down her face, down her neck, sucking gently at the hollow of her throat. Her fingers grasped at his sandy brown hair, pulling slightly although not hard enough to hurt him. The wolf in him was panting hard, wanting him to take her right now, but he wouldn't. Not until he had had his fun with her. "Remus, please." Those two words made him smile once more. She wanted him. Hermione Granger wanted him. Moving back to her lips, he kissed her deeply, his fingers moving to the buttons of the shirt she was wearing – his shirt - undoing them quickly but expertly. He let the shirt fall open, baring her naked chest to him, her full breasts in front of him making the wolf's mouth water. Leaning down, Remus placed a kiss to the hollow of her throat, sucking gently there before moving down towards her chest. He could feel Hermione's chest heave with every breath she took, the wolf able to smell her arousal, wanting to take control. Remus' lips moved to one breast, taking her nipple between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth. Hermione's back arched off the bed as his other hand came up to the other breast to pay it some attention. Hermione's fingers moved to his hair, massaging his scalp as his mouth moved further down her body to her panties.

"You are beautiful, witch," he said. His fingers gripped her knickers and almost ripped them from her body. Hermione knew the full moon was close and seeing Remus' animalistic side gave her a shiver down her spine. It was delicious. For a moment, he looked almost primal; eyes clouded over with the lust he felt for her. He was stunning. Hermione moved to sit up to remove Remus' shirt from her shoulders completely, throwing it to the floor before Remus pinned her to the bed again. His large hands spread her thighs as he kissed her abdomen, running his tongue over the small grooves of her hipbones. Hermione bit her lip, one hand going to his head to try and push him down closer to her sex. Remus chuckled against her skin, knowing exactly what she wanted but not giving in to her.

"Remus, stop teasing, I beg you," she said and as soon as the words were out her mouth, Remus' own mouth was on her, his tongue doing exquisite and wicked things to her. Hermione cried out loudly at the shock before she was moaning for more, wanting him to make her come undone. His tongue was sinful, licking at her clit, making her writhe beneath him. She spread her legs further apart, lifting one foot to rest on his back. "Oh God, fuck me, Remus." Remus chuckled once more, the vibration against her clit almost her undoing.

"Patience," Remus seemed to purr at her before he went back to his task. A few more flicks of his tongue had her almost screaming out as she came hard, only a tiny bit worried about Sirius downstairs hearing them, but he'd get over it. Remus appeared in her line of vision, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Hermione could feel her face flush, her brow sweating gently. She tried to control her breathing as Remus dived in for another kiss, Hermione's arms coming up from the bed to wrap around him, holding him close to her. She used her feet to push down his pyjama bottoms, her toes sliding under the waistband to push them down, letting him kick them off and to the floor. Once more, they were naked before each other and for Remus; it was as surreal as it was the night before. This beautiful, young witch; willingly naked for him and only him. He was in heaven. Sliding his fingers over her thigh, he reached her sex, moving to stroke it gently. She twitched under his touch, still sensitive from her orgasm.

"Remus, please," she begged, her voice strained. "Please stop teasing. I need you." Remus grinned, that glint in his eye once more.

"Well, if you insist ..."

-x-

Sirius Black sat in the living room of Grimmauld Place, flicking through the Daily Prophet. The house was quiet and he was enjoying the peace. That was until something above his head began creaking. For a moment, he frowned, not knowing what the hell it was before realisation suddenly dawned on him. Remus and Hermione again, he thought to himself. He was glad Remus had found someone who loved him for who he was and he was happy that it was the young know-it-all, but if he had to listen to them shagging every day then they'd be out on their arses. The creaking seemed to start off slow, before it seemed to get faster. Then the moaning started.

"Oh God, Remus. Harder, harder ..." Hermione cried out. Sirius closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He could only chuckle. Remus had been in his situation before when he used to bring girls back to his dormitory in Hogwarts, so he thought it was only fair. That was until Harry and Ron decided to make an appearance.

"Hi Sirius, how are y- ..." Harry began before a particularly large moan from above their heads silenced them. Harry and Ron looked at each other before turning back to Sirius.

"That's not you making all the noise, so who it is?" Harry asked, having walked in a few times when his godfather was entertaining the latest witch who was engrossed in how he was wrongly imprisoned for someone else's misfortunes. Sirius shook his head.

"This time it's the Big Bad Wolf getting all the action," he said, turning to the Quidditch page of the Prophet. Harry and Ron exchanged glances once more, grimacing when Remus groaned really loud, almost like a growl.

"So who is Little Red Riding Hood?" Ron asked, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was. Sirius opened his mouth to speak when their answer came from above their head.

"Oh God, Remus, don't stop. Right there ... please, harder," Hermione cried out again. Harry and Ron suddenly looked uncomfortable, Ron's face turning an unbelievable shade of scarlet.

"Pub?"

"Harry, it's ten thirty in the morning," Sirius said before Hermione was suddenly screaming out for Remus to 'fuck her harder'. They all grimaced. "Yes, I think the pub is a great idea." He threw down his paper and grabbed his coat before they all used the Floo network out of there.

They couldn't get out quick enough.

-x-

Before Remus knew it, he was on his back on the bed with the beautiful witch sitting astride him. She rocked her hips sinfully on top of him, riding his cock hard. They were anything but gentle. Skin was scratched, marks were made, Hermione had been bitten a few times across her collarbone, but they couldn't get enough of each other. Lust clouded Remus' mind as he pushed up to meet her thrusts. Twisting his fingers in her hair none too gently, he thrust up into her willing body a few more times before he roared loudly as his orgasm came over him, his whole body going into a spasm before Hermione was following, he movements jerky on top of him before she fell down against his chest. They laid there in silence for a few moments, before Hermione captured her lover's lips in her own, kissing him passionately, before covering his face in small kisses too.

"I love you," Hermione whispered in his ear before he turned his head to look at her. Their eyes met, Remus' heart beating wildly at those three little words.

"Really? You really love me?" he asked her, just for confirmation. Hermione smiled, kissing him once more.

"I really do." Remus smiled widely before he pulled her into his embrace once more, burying his face in her hair.

"I love you too, Hermione. So much."

God, took me long enough, eh? Haha. Hope you guys like. x