Once Upon a Hallow's Eve

By Ange de Socrates

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, plots, spells, beasts (both malignant and benign), or any other preexisting notions from the Harry Potter series. It is a rather superior creation of J.K. Rowling, and I delight in borrowing her magical ideas for my own twisted purposes.


Chapter One – Remus

THERE WAS A LARGE bang and a spattering of blue goop as Hermione exploded a hinkypunk. She stared in horror at the bits and pieces of the creature that had plastered themselves to her desk, hair, and classmates at the misdirection of her wand.

Professor Lupin came rushing over, a look of concern rather than irritation on his face. "Miss Granger, are you all right?"

She could only gape at him, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. Not only had Hermione embarrassed herself horribly in front of all the seventh-year Gryffindors, she had also killed an innocent creature in a rather horrific fashion.

The professor kept his cool as he examined the mess, instructing the other pupils to continue their work.

"Nice one Hermione!" Ron said admiringly.

It wasn't what Hermione had needed to hear. The witch started choking on sobs, dropping into her chair and splattering more blue goop on the floor around her.

Lupin looked imploringly at Harry, who played his normal peacekeeping role and dragged Ron over to the large glass tank full of hinkypunks.

"Miss Granger, I can assure you that exploding a hinkypunk is not the worst I've seen," he said reassuringly.

Her lip still trembled as she fought the tears back.

Lupin gave Hermione a smile and took her hand. "Come with me."

He led her through the door at the back of his classroom and into his office, where he sat her down on the moth-eaten, burgundy sofa and pressed a cup of tea in her hands.

The witch lifted the cup to her mouth and took a sip, her hand shaking as she brought it back down to the saucer.

Lupin rummaged around in his top desk drawer until he found a bar of plain, milk-chocolate Cadbury. He walked over to Hermione, unwrapping the top of it, and handed it to the sniffling witch. "Have a bit."

Hermione smiled feebly and took a small bite. "Thanks."

"It's all right."

She shook her head. "I know I'm being a bit ridiculous. It's just… I've been really tense lately, what with NEWTs coming up and graduation and finding work and moving out and leaving my friends and…." Hermione had started to shake again, breathing quickly. "And I can't believe I bungled that spell in front of everyone!"

The werewolf sat down next to her and rubbed her back as she began to hyperventilate. "Hermione, you are an incredibly bright witch, and I don't believe that anyone will blame you for a single spell gone awry. Your record has been, up to this point, perfect."

"But… but…"

"But nothing," said Lupin firmly. "No one cares if there's a bit of blue goop on their robes. Ron seemed to think it was actually quite cool."

Hermione gave a ghost of a smile, hiccupping a bit.

"I'm sorry Professor. I'm sure the last thing you want is a stupid, hormonal witch in your office."


"Is that so?" Lupin could feel the impending full moon tug at his resolve. The full moon was always dangerous, but it was even dodgier when it fell so close to Halloween. The holiday brought with it all sorts of old, potent magic, and today seemed to be an especially powerful Halloween.

She wiped her eyes with the hem of her robes, exposing her leg to Lupin's flashing eyes. "I'm just being silly. We should get back in there, shouldn't we?"

Hermione tried to stand, but Lupin's hand had moved from rubbing her back to gripping her arm firmly. She cocked her head to the side questioningly.


The fog over his mind cleared, and he loosened his grip on her arm, but did not let go. "Are you sure you're all right?"

Hermione blinked at him, a tingle originating from where his hand grasped her and spreading through her body like fire. "I – I think I am…"

"Because there are better methods of assuaging your troubles than chocolate," he said softly, a bit surprised at his audacity. He smiled warmly as he brushed some hinkypunk goop out of her hair.

To his even greater surprise, Hermione didn't move. She looked deep in his eyes, urging – no, daring him to continue.

With a gentle hand, Lupin cupped her chin and stroked her cheek with his thumb. Hermione's eyes fluttered and her breath caught in her chest.

With his other hand, Lupin drew his wand out of his robes and flicked it at the door, which locked. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Hermione's ear.

"Tell me when to stop."

Hermione reached around and pulled his face to hers, placing a light kiss on his lips. That kiss deepened quickly, Hermione pressing into him with unquenchable need. Lupin's head was spinning as the blood in it headed south for the winter.

He trailed his fingers lightly down her robes, eliciting a small gasp from the witch. Lupin smiled into the kiss and began deftly unclasping her robes with one hand while the other pulled her closer.

Soon the pesky robes were gone, and the werewolf looked hungrily up and down her body. "Too many clothes," he said in a quiet, husky growl. Hoping the room was warm enough to keep Hermione from freezing, Lupin began unbuttoning her white shirt as she reached up to tug off his robes and tie.

Their remaining clothes were quickly stripped, and it was all Lupin could do not to bend her over the back of the couch and get his fill of the witch. Instead, he trailed kisses down her chest and stomach, delighting in the sounds she made and the way her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him onward.

The first lick made her buck so hard that she nearly broke his nose. Lupin held her hips down with one hand and lightly dragged his fingers up and down her ribs with the other as she cried out. He nibbled, sucked, and licked at a frenzied pace until Hermione was arching her back and moaning her release. Lupin smiled, rather satisfied with himself, and crawled back up to her awaiting lips.

"Please, please," she whimpered, rubbing her soaking folds against his painfully hard erection.

He played dumb. "Please what, my dear?"

Hermione's eyes blazed. "Please fuck me, Professor."

Lupin almost came right then and there. He controlled himself, barely, and smiled wickedly at her. He settled himself between her legs, one of which he hitched up around his waist.

"Well, since you asked so nicely…"

He drove into her slowly, his eyes going dark as he sank into the tight witch. She arched her back up, pressing her breasts against his chest.

Lupin picked up the pace, realizing suddenly that there was still a class on the other side of the door. Hermione must have had the same thought, because she toned down those delicious noises and matched his quick tempo.

The wizard couldn't last much longer. He reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit voraciously until she clamped down on him, letting him finally let loose in the strongest orgasm he could remember. After a few more quick jerks of his hips, both lay on the couch feeling extremely satisfied.

"Class," Hermione whispered breathlessly, groping around on the floor for her wand to clean herself up.

Lupin nodded, reluctantly pushing up off the couch. He, too, made himself presentable for class and helped Hermione off the couch.

"Tonight's the Halloween feast," Lupin said casually.

"That's right," Hermione replied, wondering where he was going with this.

Lupin shrugged. "I think it's overrated, honestly."

The witch smirked. "Is there something you'd rather do instead, Professor?"

His eyes flashed. "Why yes, there is." He kissed her deeply. "I'll see you here at six then?"

Hermione bit her lip, trying not to giggle. "Yes sir," she said enthusiastically, reaching for the doorknob.

"And Miss Granger?"

She turned, and Lupin smiled wolfishly.

"Happy Halloween."


A/N: Hello my dears! I've decided to get off my lazy bum and write a series of very short vignettes in honor of my favourite holiday, Halloween. I'll be writing four in total and will be posting them (hopefully) regularly until midnight or a bit after. They're not meant to be consecutive or related – each is its own story.

Do enjoy!

All my spooky best,

Ange de Socrates