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Darkest Desires	By : Lupinswolfie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Remus/Hermione Views: 24277 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: I greatly appreciate all the Emails and IMs concerning lara black's story being so closely related to mine. I have decided to post my story in its entirety tonight so that I no longer have to worry about what is done before mine. She wrote in an Author's Note that her story was posted before mine, however, this is not the case and I think I should make that known. My story was posted almost a week before hers on GrangerEnchanted (where she is also a member), making mine the 'first post'. However, it's not a matter of "It's mine, you can't have it" as much as being a matter of wanting to preserve the Moony/Remus relationship and characterization. Remus/Hermione is my OTP even though I write several ships, and I respect the character immensely. I asked specifically that that my Moony not be used by others because I don't want it to become overused and cliche, therefore, making the entire series I have planned not what it should be in regards to the characters. Although they were both submitted for challenge and therefore not completely the same (my Remus would NEVER pant over a 14 year old), the similarities, as my readers have shown me, are strikingly similar in many ways. The Moony/Remus relationship is the exact same.

I also feel it should be known (after a truthful review from LadyLynn--my beta who knows when exactly my story was finished) that this is not the first time this has happened for her. Lara black has 'unintentionally' infrigned on now three authors. I happen to know both the other authors did NOT give her permission to use their plots or storylines. Instead of doing the right thing and not posting the story, or changing to to be something completely different, she simply states "infringement not intended". To me, if you have infrgined, intended or not, you should delete your story. That is the honorable thing to do. I don't know what can be done about it, as this is fanfiction, but I wanted to make it known that I was the one wronged, not her, no matter when she posted to this particular site.

Now, continue to enjoy the story (with no more mention of this from me, but what my readers choose to do is completely up to them! :D)

-1Tonks
leaned against the shelf and watched closely as her husband spoke in
hushed tones with Hermione. They had been doing that a lot lately
and it was really starting to unnerve her. She trusted Remus, as
much as a wife could trust a husband, but she could tell their
relationship was different than it used to be. Auror duties had kept
her away from home more than usual, but that didn’t mean she
wasn’t paying attention to the goings on around the house.
Harry seemed utterly happy and his training was soaring because of
it. Sirius was distant with everyone, so when he snapped at her
repeatedly, she didn’t take it personally. Hermione had always
gotten on her nerves, but now she was very curious to know what the
young know-it-all had been researching with her husband and why no
one was talking about it.

That
should be her first step, she mused. She’d find out what they
were doing and then she’d find out exactly how close the young
chit was trying to get with her husband. She saw the way Hermione
leaned over him and always touched him in some way. Her only comfort
was noticing the times when Remus pulled away from her, an angry look
crossing his scarred face. And those scars…she used to find
them appealing, dangerous even, but now they were just there. Remus
would be such a handsome man if it wasn’t for the scars that
littered his body. Of course, the monster that brought the scars
also brings her three nights of glorious sex each month. Her husband
was rough, taking her with a reckless abandon that left her sore the
next day and craving more. The rest of the month, she thought as she
rolled her eyes, he was sweet and gentle, kind and caring, and it
made her sick.

Her
eyes stayed on the two as she quietly sipped her tea. Only minutes
before, she had been sitting on the sofa with her husband, listening
to him talk of something to do with werewolf rights and such that
really didn’t matter to her in the least. Instead of
listening, she was subtly trying to overhear what Harry was saying to
Sirius about the Kenmare Kestrels. Remus was a special case when it
came to werewolves. He was hired to head a research department and
given rights that most were not, so why was it supposed to matter to
her what happened to wolves she didn’t even know? Eventually,
when she had listened enough to be considered polite, she excused
herself for tea. That had been happening frequently the last few
days, Remus for whatever reason, had decided to stay close to her and
it was beginning to grate on her nerves. She wanted a child, period.
Since she was married, one would think her husband would have been
able to supply her with said offspring by now. That alone made her
see him in a different light than she had a year ago. When one
coupled that with his recent mood swings, he was becoming unbearable
to live with. Not to mention his feeble attempts of explaining
himself. He had sworn he couldn’t remember certain events and
she found the whole conversation ludicrous. When he mentioned
something about the wolf, she laughed right in his face and walked
away.

Hermione
leaned close to Remus, her hand coming to rest on his arm as they
shared something exciting on a piece of parchment held between them.
Tonks noticed the empty goblet on the table and decided that she
would have her husband tonight, before he went to the cellar for his
transformation. How dare he deny her the last two nights? And
whatever was growing between he and Hermione, she would see to it
that it stopped, immediately. He may not be much, but he was hers,
and she didn’t share…period.

~
~ ~****~ ~ ~

Hermione
was walking past the room Remus shared with Tonks. She had spent a
very nervous day thinking about his transformation to come that
night. Luckily, Remus hadn’t noticed the small amount of sugar
she had been adding to his Wolfsbane Potion, but Moony had, and he
had shown his appreciation on numerous delicious occasions. Her hand
raised to the door when she heard his angry voice, hoping she hadn’t
put Tonks in danger with her reluctance to hurt Moony. Not able to
help herself though, she listened closely instead of interrupting.

”What’s
the matter, Dora? You can’t handle it? You only want me three
days a month so why should we even bother at all? In fact, I believe
we have more problems then either one of us thought.”

“Remus,
don’t walk away from me. You like to screw me this time of the
month, you’ve said so yourself, but now you’re unwilling
to even touch me? Where are you going? Get your arse back here!”
Tonks hissed.

“I
am going to lock myself in a cage like a good little puppy. I’m
a monster, remember?”

Hermione
backed away suddenly when the door swung open and Remus walked
through. He slammed it shut behind him and then grinned. “I
smell you,” he said huskily, making her smile despite herself.

He
turned toward her and gently ran his finger along her cheek, his
amber eyes raking her face in fascination. “Hello, mate,”
he rasped and both were so absorbed in the other that neither noticed
the shadow that stopped down the hall.

“Wh…what
was that all about?” she asked, slightly angry and jealous now
that she realized Moony had been with Tonks and that Tonks had wanted
him.

“The
human’s wife thinks it’s fun to play with a wolf when the
full moon draws near,” he said vaguely.

“You
mean you and she…?”

“Of
course not,” he growled angrily, before taking a deep breath
and calming down. “Do you think I would allow him to touch her
after what you and I have shared the last few days? Did you not
believe me when I said we belong only to each other?”

A
small grin touched her lips and he slowly bent his head and kissed
her. “You better go now, someone’s coming.”

She
looked around the hallway confused. All the doors remained closed
and the occupants of the house appeared to be nestled somewhere else.
Even the portraits themselves were quiet. “No one is coming.”

He
pushed her away gently before turning to walk quickly in the other
direction. From the shadows, she saw Sirius approaching and smiled
at her lover’s abilities.

“Hello,
Sirius,” she said sweetly.

“Care
to tell me what that was about?” he asked, the anger in his
voice evident as he cut straight to the heart of the matter.

“What
do you mean?” She could smell the fire whiskey on his breath
and realized that today, he was a very unhappy drunk.

“Just
now, with you and Remus. Don’t play dumb, Hermione, it doesn’t
suit you.”

“And
here I thought you could tell the difference,” she spat,
suddenly angry at both Sirius for his intrusion and herself for her
stolen ‘public’ moment.

He
gripped her arm roughly and asked, “What are you talking
about?”

She
smiled at him, a smile that never reached her eyes, but contorted her
face in a way he’d never seen before. “That wasn’t
Remus, it was Moony.” Jerking her arm from his grip, she
quickly turned and walked away. She could only hope he had the sense
not to tell anyone what he had seen.

“Hermione,”
he sighed, shaking his head in sadness when she disappeared down the
hallway, “what have you gotten yourself into?”

Several
hours later, Hermione lay awake in her bed, wondering exactly what
had happened to her in the last few days? Since she was young, she
had loved Remus as one would a kindred spirit, but now that had all
changed and she could sense the effect it was having on their
friendship. Moony wanted her to seduce Remus, but she kept thinking
about Tonks and how wrong the entire affair had become. Sure, Remus
and Moony were two separate entities, but they were both inside of
Remus’ body, which meant she had already experienced things
with that body that she had never thought she would have the pleasure
of doing, things she should never have experienced in the first
place.

Taking
a deep breath, she let it out sadly, refusing to cry because of what
she was becoming---a mistress. There was no other way to put it, she
had had sex with a married man. She had traced the scars that
covered his body, took him in the most intimate way, and treasured
every blessed moment of it. A certain allowance of the circumstances
was made while they were together, but when she was left alone, the
guilt crept inside of her.

The
day after Moony had told her the Wolfsbane Potion actually hurt him,
she had sabotaged it without question. Now, she lay in bed worrying
about the possible ramifications. The wolf had told her that the
transformation could be less painful and she certainly hoped he kept
his promise. Rolling over, she punched her pillow again and tried to
get comfortable. It never failed, life would be almost normal for
her and then something would happen to change the mundaneness that
she strived so hard to achieve. Something would take away the
simplicity she had worked for and leave her emotions reeling from one
minute to the next.

While
turning over for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, she
heard a loud crash from downstairs and sprang from the bed. Grabbing
her wand and ignoring the fact that she was dressed in only a tank
top and plaid bottoms, she ran out of her room and right into Harry.
A shared look showed that they were both thinking the same thing, and
when another loud bang came from below, they ran down the stairs and
skidded to a stop at the bottom landing.

Sirius’
booming voice could be heard echoing throughout the house. “Remus,
I swear to Merlin I will hex you within an inch of your life if you
don’t calm down this instant!”

“Remus?”
Harry asked Tonks, who looked both irritated and worried.

“He
got loose a few minutes ago. Sirius has no idea how it happened, but
he’s warded the kitchen door and he won’t let me come
down. I thought I could calm it,” she added bitterly, calling
her husband a thing rather than a man, “being its’ wife
and all, but I only made it worse.”

A
loud bang reverberated up the stairs from the kitchen and Hermione
cringed, guilt raging through her as she realized Moony had lied.
The monster was loose after all.

A
strange feeling swept across her and she found herself walking
towards the steps that led to the kitchen. It was much like third
year, when she had approached him the night they found Sirius, only
this time, she realized her mistake; he was Moony, plain and simple;
there was no ‘Professor Lupin’ and no ‘Remus’
either. Feeling the pull become stronger the closer she walked, a
knowing smile crossed her face and she relaxed.

“Hermione,
what are you doing?!” Harry shouted at her, grabbing her arm
and pulling her roughly away from the steps.

Moony
suddenly rammed the door again, howling for his mate to join him.
Sirius trudged up the stairs, worry crossing his features as he
glared down the steps and wiped the sweat from his brow.

“I
don’t know how long the door will hold, but it won’t be
long. I think you should all go outside and try warding us inside
the house.”

“Us?”
Harry asked incredulously, only releasing his hold on Hermione when
they stepped around the scattered pictures that littered the floor
and away from the stairs.

“Yes,
Harry. I’ll turn into Padfoot and see if I can control him,
otherwise he’ll tear the house down. Hermione, where the hell
do you think you’re going?” he asked angrily.

She
turned away from the steps and looked back at him, her tender smile
still in place.

“You
messed with him, didn’t you?” Tonks accused. “You
make his potion every month and you messed with him! I know you want
him, but I never thought you’d go this far, you stupid little
girl!”

Hermione’s
smile faded and she realized that Tonks knew. She might not know
everything, but the woman was smart enough to suspect something
wasn’t right and Hermione knew another moment of shame.
Looking at the floor with guilt shining in her eyes, she softly
replied, “I’m sorry, Tonks, so very sorry.” A bang
echoed up the stairway again, making them all jump in surprise and
knocking another portrait to the floor, it’s occupant squealing
in outrage. Backing the last few steps to the stairs that led to her
future, Hermione lifted her eyes to meet Tonks’ and said
without apology, “You may have the man, Tonks, but I have the
wolf, and right now he needs me.”

Without
further explanation, she raced down the stairs and stopped at the
warded door. The noises, the furniture being thrown around, and the
force of body meeting door all ceased when she put her hand on the
door and silently encouraged him into a state of calmness. Her
forehead leaned against it and she heard him sniffing at the small
opening at the bottom.

“Hello,
Moony,” she murmured softly, jumping in surprise when Sirius
touched her shoulder and spun her around.

“I
don’t have a clue what is going on here,” he said slowly,
looking between her and the door, “and you will tell me before
this is over, but for now, that’s the calmest he’s been
all night.”

“He
needs me, Sirius. I don’t expect you to understand, or even to
accept it, but he needs me.”

“You?”
he asked, eyes wide with shocked understanding. “You’re
his mate? That‘s why he was with you earlier, why you two have
been screwing around behind Tonks’ back.”

“How
did you know?” she asked in surprise.

“We
were supposed to meet in the kitchen that night, remember? I heard
you two, but Remus sounded different. Now I know why. This is too
dangerous for you and I don’t like it.”

She
slowly closed her eyes and nodded her head before turning back to the
door. “I’m going to take down your wards, Sirius, and
then take him to my room where he’ll be calm. When we get
settled, put the strongest wards you can on the door and let no one
enter until morning. Is that understood?”

He
looked at her for a very long moment, appraising her words and her
confidence. “I hope you know what you’re doing,
Hermione.”

A
small, triumphant smile touched her face before she pointed her wand
at the door and took down all of Sirius’ wards. “So do
I. Tell them all to stay back,” she said quietly. “He
won’t hurt them unless they approach one of us.” She
looked at him seriously and added, “especially Tonks. He’s,
um, not fond of her.”

With
a small nod of his head, he transformed into Padfoot and nudged her
to the door. Understanding his actions to mean, ‘It’s
your call, but I’m here just in case,’ she breathed
deeply and loved him for the comfort and support instead of the
judgment she had expected. Taking a deep breath, she slowly turned
the knob.

“I’m
coming in, Moony. I want you back away from the door and don’t
move.”

She
pushed the door open and walked in, her eyes locking with the amber
eyes of a fully transformed werewolf. The door shut behind her and
she walked closer to him. “Are you going to hurt me?”
she asked softly, smiling when he shook his head in answer. “Good.
I’m going to take you to my room for the night, but you have
to promise you won’t hurt anyone on the way there. Do you
promise me?”

He
nodded his head and with slow steps walked up to her. Her body
trembled with unrepressed fear, but when he gently stroked her cheek
with his hairy paw and the same eyes stared into hers, calmness
washed over her and she relaxed.

“Tonks
is upstairs and she’s very unhappy. You can’t touch her,
understand?” With only a small snarl, he nodded and they both
walked to the door. A very furry paw grabbed her hand, holding it as
if the wolf himself were as nervous as she. Gripping tightly, she
opened the door and walked out.

Padfoot
looked up at her, then at Moony, before slowly dropping to the floor
and rolling over on his back, exposing his bare abdomen in a show of
submission before the werewolf. Moony made a sound in the back of
his throat and Padfoot came back up on all fours, tail wagging as he
led them up the stairs.

“Slow,
Moony,” Hermione cautioned. “Sirius has to tell them to
stay away from you. Remember, you promised to behave yourself.”

If
it were possible, she would swear he actually rolled his eyes at her.
Hands still held together, they rounded the corner in time to see
Sirius transform back into Padfoot and stand between the wolf and the
others. Tonks’ face was furious and her hair was flashing
color after color at a blindingly alarming rate.

Hermione
breathed a slow sigh of relief, noticing that no matter what they
were thinking, all occupants of the house were standing against the
wall and not moving.

“Good,
Moony,” she whispered quietly, “let’s go up the
stairs now and then to my room.”

He
tightened his grip on her hand and followed her without question.
Then, suddenly he stopped. She quickly looked at him, then followed
his gaze to the bottom stair directly in their path. A blood
curdling scream tore through their eardrums followed quickly by
Harry’s shout of “Daphne!” only seconds before he
ran to stand between his love and a fully grown werewolf. Fear
crossed his features when Moony looked at him for the first time.
Not a soul breathed until the wolf whimpered and looked at the dog
standing in front of Harry.

Sirius
slowly transformed, holding up both hands and saying quietly, “It’s
not him, Moony, it’s not Prongs.”

The
wolf shook his head for a moment, seemingly trying to clear his head.
And then it happened. With lightening quick speed, his amber eyes
connected with Harry’s green and he growled deep and menacing.
Dropping Hermione’s hand, he rushed forward, grabbing Harry by
the neck and pinning him against the nearby wall.

“STOP!”
Sirius shouted, forgetting to transform as overwhelming fear for his
godson took hold of him and he tried to pry the wolf off by brute
physical force.

“You
can’t do this,” Hermione said sternly. “You
promised you wouldn’t touch anyone!”

Trying
to be helpful, or insert herself where she clearly wasn’t
desired, Tonks strode forward, putting her hands on her hips and
saying, “Remus Lupin, you stop that this instant.” Her
hand came up fast, slapping his arm and trying to get his attention.
“As your wife, I demand you stop acting like a monster!”

Sirius
and Hermione looked at each other, then back at Moony. His eyes met
Hermione’s as if to say ‘deal with her or I will’
and Hermione tried to pull her back.

“Tonks,
he’s not Remus, you don’t understand,” she said
calmly.

“Don’t
understand?! I understand you think you can take my husband! If you
can handle this wolf,” she said haughtily, “then so can
I.”

She
jerked her arm away from Hermione, only to turn quickly with her hand
and slap Hermione hard across the face. Her head whipped back
sharply and she barely registered Moony releasing Harry with a loud
roar and lunging towards Tonks. Straightening quickly, she put
herself between Tonks and the furious wolf, taking the full blow of
his body as it smashed into hers. He rolled off of her immediately
and was sent flying across the floor by a vicious snarling dog. The
wolf was too much for Sirius, however, and within seconds, he easily
pushed the dog back across the floor. Whimpering, he walked back to
Hermione.

Everyone
froze in place when he knelt down beside her and gently stroked her
cheek. Then, he pulled her up to him and held her close, his eye
daring anyone to come close to his mate.

“Upstairs,
Moony,” she said breathlessly.

With
a nod of his head, they slowly walked towards the stairs, only this
time, he stopped beside Daphne, who stood completely still, frozen by
fear as Harry slowly reached out and took her hand. Moony’s
eyes darted to their joined hands, then up to Harry. He sniffed the
air around Daphne and slowly nodded his head, heeling to the light
pressure Hermione was putting on his arm to move up the stairs and
away from the others.

“Hermione,”
Harry said calmly, “if he hurts you, I will kill him.”

Taking
a deep breath, she ushered him up to her room, ready to spend the
night with the beast.

Sirius
followed at a close distance and when they were locked inside the
room, he warded the door with the same wards he had placed on the
kitchen. They weren’t needed, he knew, but decided it was
better to be safe than sorry. Resuming his dog-like form, he turned
a few circles in front of her door before settling in for the night.

Hermione
let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding when the
door clicked shut behind them. “That went as well as could be
expected,” she sighed.

It
hit her, somewhere between the understanding she shared with a
werewolf and the realization that said werewolf was standing before
her, that she was actually going to spend the night with a ‘dangerous
creature’--in her own bedroom no less. A bit of fear was
solidified within her when he suddenly pulled her to him and held her
tightly against his chest, his nose nuzzling her scar and his teeth
lightly scraping against it.

“Well,”
she asked shakily, “do you sleep on the floor or would you
prefer the bed?”

Taking
her hand, he led her to the bed and gently pushed her onto it. When
she complied, he moved her over and lay down beside her, surrounding
her in his hairy arms and holding her tightly to him again. A sliver
of apprehension went through her, slight worry that he might want
something in his wolf form that she found herself unable to even
consider, but instead, he only held her.

When
she shivered slightly, he drew up the covers around her and then
resumed his position, encircling her in the safety of his arms once
more. Grinning, she turned in his arms to lay her head on his hairy
chest. Her fingers ran through the hair as his heart thudded in her
ear, the combination lulling her into a surprisingly peaceful slumber
in the arms of the beast she was quickly growing to love beyond
reason.

~
~ ~***~ ~ ~

Remus
awoke groggily the next morning, sun shining brightly into his overly
sensitive eyes. His wife lay curled in his arms for the first time
that he could ever remember and he cherished the long awaited moment.
He ran his hands gently through her soft, curly hair and committed
the feel to memory. It wasn’t often, if at all, that his wife
allowed him to touch her for no reason other than to sate his gentle
desires and the alien feeling was amazing.

Curly
hair?!

He
woke to full consciousness quickly and looked down to the brunette
curls covering his chest, the hand splayed possessively across his
bare breastbone, and the leg pinning his own against the bed. He
felt every inch of her body that touched his and with a panicked
start, realized he was completely naked.

The
full moon? Was that it? He thought back to the night before and
tried to piece together some semblance of meaning within the
memories. He remembered locking himself in the cellar, but not
actually going in there. He also remembered transforming as though
it were nothing at all…no pain was felt last night or this
morning when his bones broke and reformed, when the hair sprouted
from his body, or when we retook his human form not long ago. So,
how the bloody hell did he get here, in Hermione’s room with
her, sleeping in her bed?

“Hermione,”
he hissed angrily, shoving her off him as he quickly covered himself
with the sheet and watched as she woke up.

She
grumbled for a moment, wiping her eyes with her fists in a childlike
way he would have considered cute if not for his incensed mood.
“Remus!” she squeaked.

“Are
you going to tell me why the fuck I’m in here? What happened
last night? Why am I not in the cellar? Tell me, Hermione!”
he snarled.

Standing
up to look down at him, she tilted her head defiantly. “You
were trying to tear the house down last night and wanted to come up
here. Don’t make this out to be my fault!”

“I
wanted?!” he screamed. “Don’t be ignorant! I was
a bloody werewolf last night!”

“You’re
a werewolf every night, and every day for that matter, it‘s
only once a month that you actually transform,” she hissed
back, infuriated that he was denying Moony’s existence.

“I
don’t need you to tell me what I am, I think I know that by
now! And I don’t need you doing whatever it is that you’ve
been doing lately,” he spat, surprising her with his words.
“Whatever it is you think I need from you, you’re wrong.
Get those immature ideas out of your head where I’m concerned
and leave me, and my wife, alone.”

He
stood quickly, dragging the sheet with him as he towered over her,
his gaze livid in a way she’d never seen before.

The
door behind him opened and Sirius walked in, carrying Remus’
pants and scowling at the two. “Hermione, turn around. Remus,
get dressed,” he ordered, not taking his eyes off his old
friend. “Before you start jumping to conclusions on what you
think you know, Remus, I suggest you find out the facts first.”

Remus
threw the sheet on the bed and put his pants on, completely
unembarrassed to be naked in front of Sirius. “I know that
I did not wake up where I was supposed to and, as usual, I know that
she has something to do with this!”

Hermione
spun around quickly. “As usual?! What is that supposed to
mean?”

“It
means,” he snarled, “that you have a way of sticking your
nose where it doesn’t belong. When we finish our research,”
he said, his voice dropping to a deadly quiet tone, one that dripped
with finality, “Dora and I are moving out. I’m tired of
this,” he added, motioning between the two of them, “whatever
this is and I refuse to hurt my wife.”

Lowering
her head and all but admitting guilt, Hermione waited quietly until
the two men left. She heard them walk to the door, only to have
Sirius walk back towards her. “He had no idea, does he?”

“None,”
she said softly, silent tears streaming down her face. “But we
can’t let him leave, Sirius, he…he’ll die.”

“Die?”
Sirius asked shocked, then sadly shook his head, “You don’t
do things the easy way, do you?”

She
gave him a sad smile in return, but they were interrupted by someone
shouting from downstairs. “HERMIONE, COMPANY!”

Running
her fingers through her sleep tousled hair, she brushed passed Sirius
and down to the front door. Harry was talking to someone she
couldn’t see, but Daphne was held closely to him.

“Hello,
tesoro,” he said and she ran into his outstretched arms.

“Blaise,
where have you been?” she playfully scolded him after he set
her down.

“I’m
sorry I’ve been away so long. Actually I’m only here
today to talk to Potter for a few minutes, then I have to leave
again.”

They
continued their conversation in hushed undertones, completely unaware
that Remus was angrily watching them. He wasn’t sure why, but
the site of Hermione excitedly throwing herself into another man’s
arms was more than a little disconcerting. Truth be told, he was
jealous and that angered him more than anything else.

“Hermione,”
he said sternly, “there was an owl for you earlier. It looked
important.”

“Good
morning, Lupin,” Blaise said respectfully.

“Zambini,”
he answered coldly, walking away before he made a total fool of
himself.

“Well,
he’s a right ray of sunshine, isn’t he?”

“Yea,
rough night,” she said distractedly before turning her full
attention back to him. “I’m glad you came by, I’ll
leave you to Harry now. Owl me soon?”

“Of
course, Tesoro,” he said gently, taking her hand and brushing
his lips against it politely, but with familiarity.

She
smiled up at him, then turned and walked to Library where she assumed
her post had been left. Opening it, she immediately skimmed the
quick note and ran to find Remus. At the entrance to the hallway,
she collided with his hard body with a loud “Ooomph.”

“Sorry,”
she apologized before her excitement returned in full force. “I
got it Remus! We’re approved! We go at noon tomorrow to
present our information to Kingsley.”

He
stared at her for a few moments, allowing her words to sink in.
Without thinking, he picked her up and spun her around, kissing her
forehead as he beamed happily. “You’re a genius!”
he exclaimed.

The
sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted them and they both
spun around guiltily.

“If
you’re quite finished with that little display,” Tonks
sneered, “I’d like to borrow my husband for
breakfast.”

She
turned around and stormed down the hallway, leaving them both still
smiling like idiots. “She’s rather angry with me for
some reason,” he said, his smile still in place.

Hers,
however, slipped from her face quickly. “You honestly don’t
remember last night?”

As
though someone had doused him with cold water, he stepped away from
her, angrily turning on his heel and heading in the same direction
Tonks had just left. His animosity towards her had just returned full
force and it didn’t help that it felt forced, but he had to
keep his distance from her at all costs…there was just no
telling what he would do otherwise.

Hermione
sighed heavily, then went upstairs to avoid seeing Remus with Tonks.
She felt frustrated at the recent turn of events, but she also felt
as though her heart were breaking and there was little she could do
about it. Shrugging her shoulders, she decided that Moony was right,
no matter how hard he pushed her away, she was just going to stay
close to him and hope for the best. Besides, they had souls to save
the next day!
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