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Just something I couldn't get out of my head. Read and review please!

Warning - 18 and over only please. Mature content.

His hands were everywhere, roaming, touching, teasing.

She arched against his hands as they found her breasts, kneading the supple mounds with his calloused palms. Her hands were not dormant; they searched his body also, her nails seeking purchase along the contours of his firm back.

His hips thrust into hers, filling her again, slickly moving between her legs. They're moans filled the darkened room, sweat poring from them as he penetrated her again.

Lips met, tongues and teeth clashing with an angry, animalistic lust. He broke away and she whispered something in his ear.

He paused, his demeanor changing immediately. His hands caressed her now, gently running his hands over her as her breathing increased again.

Too much, it was too much.

On his command, she released with his name rolling off her tongue, the product of her orgasm glistening on his member as it pounded into her willing body until he spilled deeply inside her seconds later.

A content sigh was heard as they resettled under the sheets. His heart pounded, knowing she wouldn't stay… she never did. But tonight, however, he finally broke the silent agreement they had to never speak other than during the act of sex, and in the light of day in front of the rest of the house.

"Don't marry him," he whispered.

She was quiet for a while, her silent tears wetting his bare chest. "I have to."

"Marry me instead." His voice shook with the enormity of his feelings.

"I can't," she choked out.

"Why?" he asked, tears of his own running freely down his face. "You don't love him."

"It's expected of me," she said quietly. "It's what I have to do. It's what's been in the works since my last year at Hogwarts."

"You've been out of Hogwarts for five years," he reminded her. "I can't stand to see you with him."

"I know," she whispered.

"I need you."

"You have me."

"I want to be with you."

"You are."

"No I'm not."

"You are my heart."

"And you are mine. But you are still getting married tomorrow."

"Yes."

That one, single word broke his heart all over again. "You've been in my bed, every night, for three years, and that means nothing."

"Stop."

She kissed him soundly before getting up. He knew she'd leave, as she did every night, but tonight was different. Tonight he knew was supposed to be the last night.

"Don't leave," he begged.

"I have to."

He sighed, covering his face with his hands. He heard the door open, and she paused, as she did every night. But once again, tonight was different.

"I love you, Remus," she whispered into the room.

He almost gasped, never having heard her say it other then in the heat of their lovemaking. "And I love you, Hermione," he said thickly.

With that, she exited the room, and suddenly, he knew he'd have her one day. Maybe not tomorrow, as she would stand with Ron Weasley to be wed, even though she would never fully look Ron in the eyes as she repeated the customary words.

He knew that Hermione belonged to him, and he to her… heart, soul, mind, and body. He'd put on a happy face, smile and congratulate them, all the while wondering just how long it would take for her to come back him.

He hoped it wasn't too long.