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Hermione Granger was bored.

She closed the book she had been reading and sighed, taking in her surroundings. The library in number 12 Grimmauld Place was impressive in the number of books it housed, but was otherwise a dark and uninviting place. The bookcases stretched from floor to ceiling and were painted black, matching the velvet curtains and furniture. The walls were covered with a dark grey wallpaper that caused the room to appear to be smaller than it actually was. Even with all of the lanterns in the room lit, the room seemed to be cast in a gloom.

As bleak as the room seemed, it was her sanctuary.

The others rarely entered it, preferring the front parlor to generally hang out in. Hermione would join them for the occasional game of Exploding Snap, but for the most part she steered clear whenever Harry and Ron were in what Ginny referred to as "Guy Mode." Hermione and Ginny were out numbered by men three to two as the main residents of Grimmauld Place, with the occasional Order meetings taking place in the dining room. Although Harry was the legal owner of the house since Sirius died, Remus lived in it, taking care of the house while Harry was away at Hogwarts with Molly Weasley popping in nearly every day. Harry had already begun making plans to move into Grimmauld Place permanently after he graduated from Hogwarts, Ron moving in as well as a room mate. Harry told Remus that he could continue to live in his quarters downstairs as they had been his home for the past two years and Remus had accepted. Harry had even extended the invitation to Hermione, but she had yet to give him an answer. She wasn't sure what it was exactly she wanted to do after graduation and she was hesitant to commit herself to anything concrete without coming up with a plan first in true Hermione fashion.

Lost in her thoughts, Hermione set her book down on the coffee table in front of her and got up, making her way towards the kitchen to make herself a soothing cup of tea. It was a little past midnight and she was unable to sleep. Recently, she had been suffering from insomnia, unable to go to bed until one o-clock in the morning or so, only to wake up five hours later. After two weeks of this, the lack of sleep was beginning to catch up with her.

Hermione walked back to the library, cup of tea in hand. Shutting the door behind her, she was completely unaware that she was no longer alone.

Turning around, she jumped realizing that Remus Lupin was sitting where she had been, staring down at her discarded book as if he was in a trance.

"Professor!" She exclaimed, startled, "I hadn't realized that you were in here."

Remus said nothing. He hadn't even acknowledged her presence.

Hermione looked at him cautiously. She had noticed that his behavior changed every time a full moon approached, but according to Harry, recently his behavior had been getting worse. Ever since Sirius died, Remus and Harry had gotten closer, Remus stepping in as a makeshift Godfather. It wasn't until this summer that Hermione really got to know the man personally.

It all started the first morning after she had arrived at Grimmould Place. She had woken up at six o-clock in the morning and had walked downstairs to the kitchen, knowing that Harry and Ron would not get up themselves for another three hours and that Ginny, to say the very least, was not a morning person. She was looking forward to having the house to herself for a couple hours, planning to make herself breakfast and start her day in total tranquility before the day would truly begin and the house's activity would come into full swing. Much to her surprise, she found Remus already at the kitchen table, newspaper in hand and sipping a cup of coffee.

From that moment on, the two of them would meet every morning and have breakfast together. During those few hours the two talked about practically everything. Hermione was thankful to have "stimulating conversation" with (not that the others didn't provide this, but she highly doubted that they would have a spirited debate about the Ministry's current policy on Muggle realations as willingly as Remus did). Remus, on the other hand, was constantly impressed with the extent of Hermione's knowledge and with each passing day had a harder time believing that she was not even seventeen yet.

The two grew increasingly comfortable with each other over the summer weeks, the student-teacher barrier between them growing weaker as the days wore on. They were slowly becoming closer, not in the way that he was with Harry, but they were becoming legitimate friends, the age difference all but completely forgotten. Despite this new found friendship, Hermione still called him "Professor," the old habit dying hard.

She gazed down at him, concerned. She had never seen him act this way. She thought for a moment, calculating that the full moon would be the following night.

"Professor, are you alright?" She asked, taking a step towards him.

It was because of this movement that he looked up, almost unseeing, looking into her eyes.

Hermione gasped, setting her tea down on the table. Something wasn't right with his eyes. Instead of his regular eye color, his irises appeared to be black.

Remus stood up and took a step forward, tilting his head as he looked her over thoughtfully.

Hermione instinctively took a step back.

Seeing this, he closed the gap between them, snaking an arm around her waist and roughly pulled her close, an action that made Hermione's heart flutter in a combination of fear and anticipation.

"P-professor? Wh-what are—"

"Remus isn't here at the moment." Came Remus's voice, huskier than it normally was.

Hermione's breathing began to quiver, her stomach beginning to match the state her heart was in. In an attempt to pull herself together, she forced herself to speak, "Who…would you be then?"

Leaning in so his mouth was nearly grazing her left ear he whispered seductively, "Moony."

Before she knew what was happening, he crushed his lips against hers, pulling her to him so she couldn't pull away.

"Please…Professor…" Hermione pleaded after the kiss had ended, her voice betraying her feelings. She had realized, with some degree of horror what was going on. She had read somewhere that werewolves possessed dual personalities: the original and that of the wolf. This wasn't Remus. This was someone else entirely. She kept telling her mind this, telling herself that what was happening wasn't right, but no matter how much she fought with herself, she couldn't keep the hint of longing from her voice, "Professor…I know you are in there somewhere. Please…don't do this. Think of what you're doing. Think of Tonks. You cannot do this."

Her words seemed to have had an effect on him as his grip loosened and he turned away, his eyes slowly beginning to lighten. Just as soon as this flicker of comprehension surface, it quickly dissolved, his eyes darkening again to black.

"No." he murmured, stealing another kiss, "No. Tonight you are mine."

Hermione gasped as he threw her over to the couch, joining her before she was able to realize what was about to happen. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared into those eyes as she quickly came into grips with reality.

Remus leaned in for another kiss, but this time Hermione kissed back.

A/N: Let me know what you all think. This is my first shot at a Remus/Hermione fic and I was a little tired of the whole time turner plotline (don't get me wrong, some of them were very good and I really liked), and I just tried to figure out another way for the two to end up together. Let me know what you guys think. I have the next two chapters already typed up and how quickly I post them (if I post them) depend on your reviews and whether or not you guys want me to continue. Thanks for reading!