This is a big moment for me (not that it really matters to anyone else), but this is my first upload in while! Like many writers - although I wouldn't call myself a writer - I struggle with keeping my attention on a story, and balancing my personal life and my career with these works. Hopefully I get a little better at that! 

I know Remus x Hermione is a very niche ship in the fandom. I loved writing this piece and Im down to keep adding to the very small collection of works in this ship, as productivity allows. H x

The last few months had been utterly chaotic. Relaying over the details was enough to give Hermione a migraine and a craving for a strong drink. The Ministry of Magic had done the unthinkable, on the second anniversary of the battle of Hogwarts they had announced a medieval marriage law. An agonizing 6 weeks had passed since the original announcement and the wizarding world had been in something of a frenzy. There had been floods of wedding announcements and invitations passed around, which left one needing a rather larger social umbrella.

Others like Hermione, disgusted by the requirements, had protested. Being "famous" already, meant that her face had been plastered over the Daily Prophet's front page more times than she could count since the preceding. This didn't deter her, she continued to man the picket line with pride.

The legislation determined that Witches and Wizards who were of age, had 2 months to find a suitable partner. This included older members of society who were single, widowed or divorced. The Ministry had offered a complimentary match making service - which claimed to use a patented "top-secret" Arithmancy algorithm to find the most suitable match. There were layers and layers of small print which were most definitely not advertised in the Daily Prophet. It determined things like how often the couple must consummate their marriage, prohibited divorce, and stated that the Ministry would not be held liable for any incidents that may occur as a result of the legislation.

When her protests didn't work, Hermione had walked with her head hung low into the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to receive her match.She had been terribly relieved when she discovered the name of her Ministry-approved husband to-be. Remus Lupin. They had amiably agreed that it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to be betrothed. 

The pair had had a modest ceremony with only their closest friends. Hermione was glad it didn't get plastered all over media like Harry and Ginny's extravagant ceremony. 

She had even opted not to wear a traditional wedding dress, instead choosing an old white summer dress which floated around her ankles. Hermione had advised Remus to wear something comfortable; which turned out to be a white button-down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. 

Her relationship with Remus had been civil since they had agreed to get married. Hermione felt like an awkward lump during their short lived engagement, not really sure where the line was. She wanted to dip her toes in the pools of romance with him, but Remus always seemed uncomfortable so Hermione thought it best to hold off. 

The awkwardness didn't improve after the ceremony, either. Molly Weasley had prepared a large buffet for the newlyweds and their friends, most of which Hermione was unable to eat. She was rather preoccupied with the fact that she and Remus had until midnight to consummate their marriage. She was a virgin. She had always hoped that the man who would de-flower her would be able to make-up for her lack of confidence with his dominance. Instead she had Remus Lupin, who was so meek she was worried he might suffer from a spontaneous nosebleed if he ever saw her naked. 

When the time came for Hermione and Remus to leave the celebration, she gave him a false-confident smile and took his hand. The other guests waved them off with knowing looks, and Hermione knew exactly what they would all be discussing once she had left the room. 

They apparated to the front-door of Remus's flat, Hermione feeling the fluttering of his wards around her as she entered. The man beside her cleared his throat and let go of her hand. "I altered my wards so that you may come and go as you please." 

"Thank you." Hermione squeaked. It was the first time she had been in his flat. He had a modest living room, featuring an aged caramel colored sofa and armchairs, with a sturdy oak coffee table and matching bookshelves. There was an empty fireplace on one wall, with pot of floo powder on the mantle and a large copper tea kettle by the cold grate. He was clearly a man with few possessions, as the room was otherwise sparsely decorated. 

"Molly came by earlier with an overnight bag for you. I put it in the bedroom." Remus said, nodded toward the corridor leading out of the room. 

"Oh." Was all Hermione managed to say. The word "bedroom" echoed in her mind. It was a place of comfort and intimacy and she was about to sleep with her ex-professor whom she hardly knew. There was nothing comfortable about their situation. 

In a bold move (for a timid man), Remus put a hand on his wife's shoulder. "Its ok to be nervous." He assured her.

"I cant help it." She gave him a small smile. She was appreciative of his efforts, as she knew he was probably feeling equally out of his depth. Hermione wondered when Remus had last brought a woman into his bed. Was he as out of practice as she was?

Remus inched closer to her. Hermione was invaded by his warm scent, something she was beginning to like. "We're going to take this at your pace. Its okay if you want to stop." 

Hermione interjected, sounding worried. "But we have to... do it before midnight!" 

"I know, but we still have lots of time." Remus soothed. He turned to face his bride, rubbing both of her shoulders reassuringly. Hermione looked up at her husband and met his eyes. He seemed to know what he was doing.

"Are you worried?" Hermione whispered. They were now close enough that their noses almost touched. it seemed unnecessary to talk at full volume but Hermione was concerned that he would be unable to hear her over the pounding of her heart. 

Remus looked at his feet, a hint of blush warming his cheeks. "Of course. I feel like the big bad wolf, praying on an innocent girl." 

Hermione let out a small giggle, and tugged on Remus's collar lightly. "I'm not as innocent as you might think." She said, cringing slightly.

"You're not a-" Remus met her eyes again, looking puzzled. 

"No!" Hermione interrupted. "I mean yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I don't want to sleep with you." 

Her husband was momentarily stunned into silence. Hermione wondered if he thought that she would have to be forced to sleep with him? Did he not see how attractive he was? Unconventionally so, of course. Remus had a sort of bookish-charm, that most women usually missed but Hermione cherished. He was polite and kind, and was far from the worst match she could have received. 

"Shall I show you the bedroom?" He asked, once he had recovered. Hermione nodded, allowing her husband to lead the way. 

His bedroom was on the smaller side, with barely enough room to fit a bed and a large wardrobe, but Hermione found it welcoming and cosy. It smelt distinctly of Remus, which was perhaps why she liked it so much. Heavy curtains shielded the windows and candles around the room gave it a warm glow. 

Remus stood before the bed, looking a little embarrassed. "It isnt much." He said. 

"Its ok." Hermione replied, resuming her place in front of Remus and resting her hands flat on his chest, experimentally. He didn't shy away but he did look a little green.  

Their first kiss had been at the wedding ceremony earlier that day, and it had left much to be desired. The pair, excessively anxious, had almost bumped foreheads in their eagerness to get the kiss over and done with. It was brief, but not bad, as far as kisses went. Both of them could probably use a little practice.

Remus inched his face closer to his wife's very slowly, almost as though he was hoping she wouldn't notice he was trying to make a move on her. Hermione had indeed noticed, and inched her face closer to her husband's. 

Their lips met in a satisfying kiss. Hermione felt herself succumb to her instincts, moving her lips against Remus's and hoping to God it wasn't unpleasant for him. They, of course, were taking it agonizingly slowly. Remus was nothing but gentle, pressing his tongue against her lips shyly. Hermione groaned when his tongue passed her lips, which seemed to spur him on a little. He weaved his fingers into her hair and pressed his body closer to hers.

Her chest heaved against his as they continue to kiss. Their hips met in a delicious moment of friction which went as soon as it arrived. Hermione was beginning to feel a needy tingle that started in her tummy and lead between her thighs, which was impossible to ignore. 

She whimpered, distracted momentarily as Remus scraped his fingers across her scalp. She gripped his shoulders reflexively, her nails digging into his shirt. Entirely ashamed of herself, Hermione broke away from Remus and buried her face in his chest.

"Did I do something you don't like?" He sounded concerned.

"No." She swallowed her pride. "I liked it a lot."  

"Don't be embarrassed." Remus reassured, in a low voice that did absolutely nothing for the situation between Hermione's legs. "You're meant to be enjoying yourself." 

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Hermione suddenly smirked up at him.

It was Remus's turn to look timid. "Very much." 

They continued to kiss, Remus's hands resting on her hips instead. Hermione was completely and utterly absorbed in the man before her. She never imagined it would feel this good, especially with a man whom she didn't really know.

She wanted more of him. She wanted to be as close to Remus as was humanly possible. She wanted to feel every part of him. Hermione began to undo the buttons of his shirt with trembling fingers, having some difficulty. She was not about to be bested by a shirt. Hermione concentrated on removing the article of clothing, getting increasingly more frustrated with every growing second. Halting her struggle, Remus pulled the shirt over his head, which a cocky smile.

His chest was blindingly pale, like every other sun deprived, rain soaked Brit. It was littered with scars from his monthly exploits, some looking newer than others. Hermione pressed a brave kiss to his collar bone and reached up to reconnect their mouths before he could get shy. 

Hermione was startled by his warmth. She had always been a cold person, huddling underneath blankets and in-front of fires. Remus clearly ran hot. Hermione pressed her body against his again, groaning as his arms wrapped around her pulling her ever closer. But they were still far too clothed.

Remus pressed a kiss to Hermione's neck. "Can i take your dress off?" He panted.

She responded by pushing the thin straps off of her shoulders, and Remus helped push the linen to the floor. Hermione felt incredibly exposed the moment the material had left her body and a grip of panic squeezed her throat. She stood in front of Remus wearing only her knickers - it was an incredibly vulnerable feeling. 

"How about we get on the bed, love?" He suggested, hoping she would be more comfortable. 

Hermione practically jumped at the opportunity, racing to get under the covers. Remus however, divested himself of his trousers, apparently unabashed. He climbed into bed wearing only a pair of black boxer shorts, which seemed to be very tight. Hermione's mouth watered a little at the sight. 

Now significantly less clothed, the pair entangled themselves under the bedsheets. Pressed against his warm skin, Hermione thought she had never felt better (a notion her husband would soon prove wrong). Remus's lips began carving a path down Hermione's chest with kisses. She squeezed her eyes shut as he grazed her soft skin with his teeth, before taking her nipple in his mouth. She let out an unrestrained moan as he gently bit her little bud before sucking on it. Hermione never knew that the line between pleasure and pain could be so blurred.

His ministrations on her breast had not gone unnoticed by the rest of her body, as the pressure in her lower tummy seemed to increase tenfold. The ache between her thighs was getting unbearable and Hermione was sure that she was so wet that he would have to peel her knickers off. 

Fully aware of the effect he was having on her, Remus smirked and paused to stare at his wife. "Is this ok?" 

Hermione looked at him incredulously. "I swear to God Remus.." She groaned and he chuckled, kissing her lips once.

"Do you want to stop?" He tormented, pressing another kiss to her cheek. 

"Of course not!." Hermione begged.

He obliged, his landing laying on the small of her back and using it to bring their hips together and provided them with some much needed friction. Hermione startled a little, feeling his hardness against her tummy. She felt completely out of her depth. Unsure of how to touch him, or what to do, she entangled her fingers in his hair as he had done to her previously. 

Remus was beginning to let out heavy pants every time they grinded against each other. The friction felt delicious and noises he was making were encouraging. Maybe Remus might be able to enjoy himself too. 

At this point, the bedsheets had migrated off of the side of the bed but the pair were too wrapped up in themselves to notice. His fingers hooked the waist band of her panties of their own accord. Remus paused, and held them there politely asking for permission, but did not stop pressing his dick against her. Hermione whined her approval and he shimmied her knickers down her legs. 

Hermione shut her legs and tried to conceal herself from her husbands view. Everything was suddenly getting very real, very fast. Her anxiety was beginning to resurface when Remus ran an encouraging hand between her thighs. "Its ok. Its ok. Let me see, Love."

The scent of her had been driving Remus crazy. He knew exactly how turned on she was, but he didn't want to admit that he had been salivating over her smell for the last half hour. Prying her legs apart, Hermione confirmed Remus's suspicion, and bared herself before him. 

He couldn't help himself but growl at the sight of her. "You're so beautiful."

When his warm and wonderful hand went down and rubbed the precious spot above her opening, Hermione's mind went blank. She couldn't think of a single intelligent thought, even if she tried. She was in awe of how a slight stroke of his fingers had sent her into oblivion. God. what would he feel like inside of her?

He continued to stroke her, making her scent start to leak around the room. She could hear how wet she was. She never knew anything could feel this good. Remus pressed a kiss to her forehead and removed his hand. Whimpering at the loss, she opened her eyes and met his. His pupils were blown and his hair was askew. He looked like man trying to very hard to restrain himself. 

Keeping eye contact, Remus inserted a finger. Hermione let out the most debauched moan. Unashamed, Hermione pulled her husbands head towards hers, joining their mouths. He fingered her slowly, relishing in the way she clenched around him. 

She was in total awe of her husband. Gone was the shy and reserved Professor she had met in her third year. She never imagined her Ministry mandated wedding night would be so enjoyable. Perhaps Remus would be open to doing this regularly. Hermione certainly wouldn't object. 

He slowed down, and inserted a second finger. Hermione flinched a little at the stretch. "Are you ok?" Remus asked. 

"Yes." She moaned, grinding her hips against his hand causing him to chuckle. 

Remus bent his fingers, rubbing that special spot inside of her, making her cry out. Hermione had a suspicion Remus knew what she was going to like before she did.

"Are you you ok?" She asked, panting.

In truth, Remus was fighting the urge to fuck his young wife into the mattress. His dick was beginning to get sore, he had waited so long. But he didn't want to hurt Hermione, especially as she was inexperienced. 

"I need to be inside of you." He groaned, dropping his head to kiss her breasts again. 

Hermione gripped his shoulders.  "Then do it." 

"I don't want to hurt you." He said, nibbling her nipple and causing her moan. She couldn't take it any longer, Remus was obviously desperate. Her hand went to the front of his boxers, giving him a squeeze

"Please." Hermione whispered. "You won't hurt me."

Remus gave her a warm smile, removing his fingers and wiping them on the bedsheets. Hermione felt empty and incredibly desperate once more. She frowned at the feeling, but before she had time to register, Remus had discarded his boxers on the bedroom floor was pulling her on top of him.

Straddling her husband, Hermione felt her heart rate increase. Surely he didn't expect her to take control?

"Dont look so worried, love" He soothed, rubbing his hands down her sides. "We're going go slowly, I promise."

Minutes later, Hermione was riding her husband without a care in the world. She didn't care if the neighbours heard her moan every time their hips met. She certainly didn't care much for going slow either - Remus didn't seem to mind. His eyes shone a brilliant amber colour and a smile never left his lips as his lovely wife continued to bury his dick repeatedly inside of her.

Hermione was spurred on by Remus's eagerness, as he gripped her hips and guided her movements. Her thighs were beginning to burn and she was sure that his fingers would leave bruises on her pale skin, but she was set on chasing her high. When he noticed his wife beginning to tire, Remus flipped her onto her back.

Pulling her leg over his shoulder, Remus  continued to make Hermione moan. She dug her fingers into the bedsheets and ignored the sound of the bedframe banging against the wall. There would be a time for embarrassment late. Remus felt like he had gone to heaven and back - she was squeezing him deliciously tightly and he knew he would be unable to last.

Nothing else in the world seemed to matter as Hermione reached oblivion. She threw her head back, and squeezed Remus so deliciously tightly that he had no choice but to give in to his own orgasm which he had been trying to hold off. Absolute pleasure had over taken them both, niether of them caring about the briefness of thier consumation. Remus would be able to make his apologies late, and perhaps suggest another round.

Hermione shut her eyes and enjoyed the moment, as she and Remus both came down from their highs. He pressed gentle kisses to her cheeks and forehead before collapsing onto the bed beside her with a contented sigh.

As the feeling flooded back to her body, Hermione felt a soreness between her legs that she had never felt before, and it was glorious. She would remember this moment everytime she sat down for days. Peeling her eyes open, Hermione peered over to see how her lover was faring.

Remus was panting slightly, his forehead glittering with sweat. He looked totally relaxed and happy. Hermione rolled towards him, tucking her head under her husband's chin. Remus wrapped his arms around his wife and inhaled her scent.

"Have I tired you out?" Hermione teased.

Remus laughed. "I'm not finished with you yet, love. I just need a break."

Hermione was surprised. "Oh?"

"Its not midnight yet." Remus hinted. "I want to make sure our marriage is thoroughly consummated."

Hermione hid her face in her husband's chest, but the grin on her face was undiguisable. For all of her anxieties and worries about her ministry-approved marriage, her first day being wed turned out to be quite perfect.

"Is this how you intend to spend the rest of our marriage?" Hermione asked.

"You know what they say." Remus chuckled. "Start as you mean to go on."