A/N: So this is mildly (well, what I consider mildly) AU. Remus and Tonks was never a thing, neither was poor Remus' untimely demise during the Battle at Hogwarts. Neither was Hermione and Ron. It's a couple years after the Battle, and Hogwarts is up and running again.


Remus ran a tired hand through his sandy blonde hair. He wore a slight smile on his face as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the rare glimpse of London sun through the window as the train began to chug away from Platform 9 and ¾. He listened to the squeals of students greeting each other after time apart. A lot had happened since since he'd last been on that train... six years ago? It felt like it had been much longer since his last stint as a Hogwarts professor.

The changing of times made it possible for him to return to Hogwarts, even with his werewolf condition out in the open. In fact, recent progress in the Wolfsbane potion removed much of the stress and pain from his transformation, leaving him feeling healthier and younger than he had felt in years. It was with a start that Remus realized that the full moon was only two nights away- he could not remember ever before having forgotten when the next full moon was, even if it was only for a brief moment, as it had always been something in the back of his mind. He leaned back into his seat contentedly, looking forwards to the new year.

He felt like the tides had changed for the very first time in his life. Obviously, there were underlying prejudices that would linger, but that had been the least of Remus' worries for his entire life preceding the Battle, so he could deal with those. Going over his first lesson plans in his head he heard Hermione's voice in the corridor, and tried to remember the last time he had seen her. He realized it must have been at the Burrow, following the funerals and memorials for those lost in the Battle, so it had been over a year since he had seen the young witch.

She sounded like she was scolding a rather frisky third year couple in the train corridor, and deciding the youngsters could use a little slack, the professor stuck his head out of his compartment to give Hermione a hello. He looked towards the voices only to note that it was not actually Hermione doing the scolding at all, but he saw the back of a slender necked brunette, whose school skirt just lightly skimmed a pair of long, milky legs, with a tight little ass that made Remus want to go over and... He brought his head back into his compartment quickly. While that woman did not look like she could possibly be young enough to be a Hogwarts student, imagining things like that about any of his colleagues was not a good way to start his tenure at the school.

Leaning against the side of the compartment doorway, giving himself a stern talking to, he heard his name. He turned around to identify the source of the voice, to be greeted to the sight of Hermione's face. Hermione's face, attached to the tempting, distracting body he had seen disciplining the students earlier. Hermione's face, attached to a body wearing a skirt that was definitely shorter than seventh year skirts were supposed to be, and a shirt that was just a size too tight, hugging her cleavage snugly. Remus' eyes widened in what he hoped was an imperceptible manner, and he cleared his throat.

Following his eyes, Hermione hastened to explain herself, a slight blush creeping up her chest towards her cheeks.

"It's been so long since I wore the uniform in sixth year, and in all the hustle, I guess... I didn't think to look until this morning, which is so unlike me, and the only one I could find was the one from my second year. I cast as many Engorging Charms as I thought the fabric could take, but it still..." she trailed off, gesturing limply at her outfit, her eyes downcast, "I look ridiculous."

"Ridiculous isn't the word I would-" Remus cut himself off, clearing his throat ineffectively for the second time in his brief encounter with Hermione, trying to find a more appropriate direction to steer the conversation, "That is to say, uhm, it's not really that noticeable, I wouldn't worry about it." Isn't noticeable? She just caught you staring, and that's what you chose to go with? Remus swallowed. Since when had talking with Hermione been this hard? He had to change the topic to something less creepy, so Hermione would not go tell Minerva what an old pervert he was. While society's position on werewolves had lightened, he wasn't sure that the same held for their position on old perverts.

"Why don't you step inside?" Remus paused- he wasn't sure he'd hit the 'less-creepy' nail on the head. Take two... "I'd love to catch up. How are Harry and Ron?"

They sat across from each other, and Hermione smiled, considering the question as she watched the scenery whizz by through the window.

"They're doing well. Harry's finishing up Auror Training, and Ron is talking about doing something with George I believe. I think they might be discussing reopening the store, since Fred..." Hermione broke off, "I tried to convince them to finish their seventh years with me, but they were unsurprisingly devoid of interest."

"Was it a hard decision for you to make?"

"Of course not," Hermione gave Remus a look, "education has always been a top priority of mine. The War just took precedence, but now that it's all been settled... Professor McGonagall made me Head Girl," she added offhandedly, "I think it's in part to console me on the fact that I'm three years older than most of the students my year. At least I get my own dorm, which will be pleasant."

The pair chatted for the rest of the train ride, until Hermione announced that she had to go run the Prefects meeting. As she stood up, she knocked off the Daily Prophet on the seat next to her, and crouching down to pick it up, Remus noticed he had a clear line of sight down her shirt, and he lingered briefly, trying to pretend he did not enjoy the moment. He made sure to tear his eyes away before she looked up. As she made to leave the cabin, Remus decided that it was his duty as a professor to offer a solution to her clothing predicament.

"Hermione, if you'd like, you could, ah, borrow one of my shirts? Perhaps the fabric would lend itself better to shrinking charms than engorgement ones."

"But, Professor, then it wouldn't be a Standard Issue Women's Hogwarts Uniform Shirt! That's why I chose to..." realizing that Professor Lupin was suggesting that breaking protocol was preferable to her current situation, she closed her mouth, and flushed a deep pink. She hadn't thought she looked that bad in her uniform- in fact she thought she had looked a little- dare she say it- sexy. In fifth and sixth year, the other girls in her year had started shrinking their shirts and shortening their skirts, but Hermione had never taken to the habit. However, having had it thrust upon her, she had liked how it looked. In fact, when she first saw Remus's reaction, she had thought she had flustered him in a good way, but having him suggest she change seemed to imply the contrary. She changed her tone, acquiescing to his offer, "Yes, that would be much appreciated. Thank you, Professor."

Remus' thoughts were not quite as pure as Hermione had made them out to be- the little voice in the back of his head kept on reminding him how hot Hermione would look wearing his shirt. In fact, it was this little voice speaking out loud that suggested that she put it on first, then apply the shrinking charms- "so you can get a more exact fit" he explained. He stood up, reaching up into his trunk, and handed the shirt back to Hermione as he stuffed his other belongings back in.

If he doesn't find me sexy, Hermione thought, then I supposed he won't mind if I change right here. And in an act of defiance, (after sending a quick charm to the compartment window to be sure no one could see in) she pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her standing behind Remus wearing only a lacy black bra, her short skirt, and her knee high socks.

Hermione had been put in a funk earlier that week by Ronald, who had made a comment that had left her feeling decidedly unsexy. The trio had been discussing her return to Hogwarts, and Hermione had confided that she was nervous that other students would treat her weirdly, considering her age difference. She was worrying that she was too old to be one of the students, but too young to be considered a teacher, when Ron suggested that she'd always dressed, looked and acted like an old teacher anyways, so he doubted that any of the students would hesitate to consider her a teacher. This had not been the remark she had been looking for, and it had been on her mind all week.

After being unable to find her uniform, she suddenly decided to dress up a bit, donning her raciest lingerie, and pulling on the tiny uniform. She had even gone to the effort of putting on a little makeup and a few glamour charms. She was not sure what she had been expecting, but Remus' apparently nonplussed reaction was not what she had hoped for. What, are you trying to seduce a professor? she asked herself. No, I just wanted some reaction, that's all, she argued.

After latching his trunk, Remus turned around to sit back down, half trying not to picture what Hermione would look like in his big shirt. He froze in a semi-seated position, as he processed the scene in front of him. Hermione stood half-naked, slowly unbuttoning his white shirt as she held it in her hands in front of her, in the skimpiest, sexiest bra imaginable. Remus could tell it was the fancy type of bra that could make anyone look sexy, but somehow seeing such a sexual piece of clothing on innocent Hermione Granger was one of the hottest things he had ever borne witness to. He let out a strained breath, and sat down, clenching his legs as he tried to stave off the erection that he felt growing.

"Hermione," he hissed, glancing at the windows, only to see them thankfully opaque and the door locked.

"Yes, Professor?" she blinked, playing innocent, trying not to smile at the rise she had gotten out of him. This is fun, she thought. She was loving the look on his face, as he tried not to show any hint of interest.

"Miss Granger, please, put on the shirt. This is-" he thought 'highly inappropriate' sounded too harsh, because although it was, it wasn't like he wasn't enjoying the show (although I really shouldn't be...), and he felt he had also tempted fate by giving her one of his own shirts to put on, which, in hindsight was also out of line.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! You just told me to change shirts, and I simply thought that..."

Remus gave Hermione such a withering look that she started to regret her silly charade. She threw on the shirt, buttoning it up ten times faster than she had unbuttoned it, and forgetting to shrink it, she turned to rush out of the compartment.

A strong hand shot out, wrapping around her bicep before she unlocked the door, pulling her back. Her breath hitched, and she looked up, finding herself surprisingly close to her DADA professor. He stepped back quickly, and pulled out his wand.

"The shrinking charms? Without them, it, ah, looks as if, well... you leaving my compartment wearing my..." Remus didn't finish the thought, instead ran his wand along her arms and torso, artfully pulling in the shirt to fit her body, albeit less close of a fit than her earlier shirt.

Hermione did her best not to make eye contact, and as soon as he lowered his wand, she stepped out of the compartment, shutting the door, and stalked quickly to the prefect meeting.


A/N: Please review, especially if you enjoyed and want more! And if you have some constructive criticism. You know, reviews make the world go round!