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Everyone Knows	By : FairlightMuse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Remus/Hermione Views: 20812 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*Hope this doesn't sound too dramatic or cheesy. Just so you know, the next chapter is the fun chapter!!!*wink *

" Lumos" Remus said softly.

His wand obeyed and a soft white light illuminated the a space in front of him. He changed the color of the light to a soft yellow, not quite so harsh.

The soft trickle of the fountain seemed to fill his ears. Lilting almost. He peered into the gloom ahead trying to discern the shape. It was a three tiered fountain, and the water, colored in rainbow hues was pouring from the smallest basin at the top, down into the middle, and then fiannly the bottom at last. The whole thing was a gay rose marble...and cherubic figures held hands around each basin. On the bottom, there was a bench, to sit on while gazing into the fountains bottom basin...no doubt it would held goldfish, and collect coins...

Wishes made by hopeful children and starry eyed lovers.
He was almost to the fountain before he noticed that a figure was approaching on the opposite side, also holding aloft a lit wand, only this figures light was violet. He caught the vaguest scent of roses.

They both stopped at the fountain.

" Oh...hello. " she said.

" Hello, Hermione."

" I was just sent out to admire the new fountain..."

" Yes, me as well."

" He is very proud of it...isn't he?'

" Well, it is deserving of some pride..." he was not looking at the fountain.

" What? Oh, yes the fountain...it is very ...tall." she was not looking at the fountain either.

" Breathtaking the way it is curved...CARVED, I mean." he laughed nervously.

" Yes...and very...wet." suddenly she coughed on her words, and quickly tried to hide her embarrassment." Oh..so er...I guess I should be going. Back in. To tell them how great the fountain is."

" Don't rush away..." he took her hand, gently.

" Huh?" confused a moment she looked down at his hand...

" well, you haven't made a wish."

" A wish?" Oh! she sounded so foolishly adolescent.

" Yes...a fountain is no good unless you wish on it. And Arthur can use the coins to fund his fascinating studies."

" Oh..yes...that would be a nice thing, wouldn't you. I mean it? Wouldn't it?"

" Yes...here you go. Now make a wish. " she took the coin, warm from having lived in his pocket, and rubbed it between her fingers. Several wishes sprang to the forefront of her mind, but some of them seemed much to serious and grave for such a moment.

He watched her intently, trying to discern what she might be thinking of...but her pretty face was simply thoughtful, one corner of her mouth turned up in amusement at the game she was playing. A children's game...tossing coins. How many had she wished on over the years?

Satisfied that she had located the perfect wish, she flipped the coin delicately from her thumb, and it glinted dully in the violet light of her wand before splashing in the water. She laughed.

" Now it is your turn."

" Of course. So tell me what did you wish for?" he asked, rummaging in his clothing for another coin.

" Oh I wished I had back all of the coins I had wished on over the years. " she teased. " Here, you gave me a coin, I should give you one." she dropped one into his hand, and he almost grinned, wolfishly, nice more.

The exchange of coins had an almost...ceremonial ambience to it, as if it could be interpreted as something much deeper than what it truly was.

Of course, he couldn't resist the temptation to show off...just the tiniest bit, and after making his wish, he turned completely around and flipped his coin over his shoulder, sending it in a high arc, before it plummeted back to the pool below...a bronze diver seeking solace in the rainbow hued depths of night.

She gave a little squeal of delight and clapped her hands. " Beautiful!" she exclaimed.

Yes, you are...he thought. This is the perfect time...Lupin, old man...he urged.

" Hermione?..." was that his voice? It sounded rather high and cracked.

She didn't seem to notice.

" Hmmm....?

" I...well. Oh. nothing."

" No, what is it?"

" Nothing at all, I was going to say soemthing, but I have forgotten it." he laughed nervously, hoping he sounded sincere.

" Oh. Well, I suppose we had better go inside. Sounds as though everyone is leaving."

"Yes...it's getting chilly out here." They walked slowly back to the house, faces as solemn as mourners, hands carefully tucked into pockets so they wouldn't touch each other accidentally.

Always the gentleman he stopped, to allow her to precede him up the rickety steps. Suddenly the wildest urge to confess himself came over him, and he called out to her.

" Hermione!"

She whirled around, startled by the tone of his voice. She was eye to eye with him now, not four inches between them, and he wondered if he should skip the dialogue and just kiss her.

Noooo...that wouldn't be a good idea. Hermione liked words...she would want the explanation first. Or at least that was what he was hoping for.

" Hemione....I really have to tell you something." he blurted out.

" What is it?" she breathed, biting her lip...

" I think...no I know...at least I am almost certain...of something. I...you and I, we have worked together a long time, right? Shoulder to shoulder so to say...battling against...things. I admire you. I do...you are beautiful , and clever, and unbelievably brave...and you have been a wonderful friend and colleague. " he paused to take a breath. " But I want more..."

" More...? " she asked, her voice soft, not bossy or demanding.
" Yes...I think, quite possible, I am falling in love... with you. You don't have to feel the same...I just felt that I had to let you know..."

" I...do feel the same way. " she whispered."I have for so long now...it's just that I am so afraid."

" Afraid of me" he stated, suddenly recalling that he was the one with the affliction. " I understand."

" No! Not OF you, FOR you! I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, if I had you....it would kill me. " she gave a shudder at the thought, and he caught her hands, rubbing them briskly between his solid warm ones. He was strong...she could feel it...what it feel like to have him touch hr like that all over...?

" And I could not bear to lose you...even now, everyday it already worries me. Why must we live in worry and deny ourselves? Don't you see...I want you, regardless." he made sure she was looking into his eyes. " And I would die to protect you..."

" And I....but I just don't know. It somehow doesn't seem right...." she was breathing heavier...watching him. He was looking at her mouth, moving closer, as though to eat her very words. He was so close she could feel his breath on her lips, the brush of his curly hair against her face,

She wanted it, but at the same time a fear that had little to do with Voldemorte and a whole lot to do with her own insecurities, ripped through her and she pulled back with a gasp.

" I can't!" she was wild-eyed, pale.'' Not here...not now, I am so sorry, I have to go...I... " she turned suddenly from him and ran into the house, leaving a stunned and wounded Remus Lupin standing, still poised to kiss.

He might have stormed out into the garden then vowing to hate her for all eternity...the temptation was there. But he had smelled it on her. Yes...even now, it permeated his senses, and sent pleasure messages up and down his spine.

Arousal.

Fear yes...but arousal overpowered it. She did want him, the little witch. He grinned, and for a moment his eyes flickered amber.

*

"Hermione dear, where are you..."

" I am sorry Mrs. Weasley, Ginny. I have to go home. thank you for dinner..." Hermione stormed past, not stopping while she spoke. She retrieved her cloak and disapparated before Ginny could even ask her what was wrong.

" Oh, not again!" Ginny moaned.

" Seems so, doesn't it?"

" I wonder where R-..."

Remus stormed into the kitchen, looking both ways, a hunter on the trail of his prey. He looked wild for a minute, feral and powerful. Ginny shrank back a step.

" Where is she?" he demanded, no longer caring if everyone knew.

" W-who?" asked Molly.

" Hermione Granger!" he boomed.

" She just apparated to her flat...she..." but it was too late. Remus pushed between the two women, grinning madly , nostrils flaring. He took out a great handful of floo powder from the bowl over the fireplace, stated his destination, and disappeared in a flash of green.

Leaving behind two gaping women.

" He forgot his wand..." Ginny said, picking it up gingerly from where it had fallen.

" My dear, I don't think he will be needing it tonight."

" So what do we do?'

" Wait an hour, then tell everyone."

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