Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the other characters. The story depicted is my own little alternate universe after JK Rowlings 5th book. I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of its affiliates. Although I do own a Gryffindor scarf a few posters and other legally sold merchandise. I also do NOT own the Police's "Don't Stand So Close To Me". If I haven't covered my ass enough with this disclaimer than it sucks for me doesn't it?

Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there's longing
This girl's an open page
Book marking - she's so close now
This girl is half his age – The Police

Hermione Granger bites down on her lip so hard it begins to bleed. She can't concentrate. She's read the chapter a thousand times before. She can taste the metallic tang of her blood as she licks it away hastily. The bell rings and she sighs. Out of relief or anguish she isn't sure. Oh no! Here he comes, smiling. That perfect toothy smile, honestly.

"You are dismissed. But Miss Granger if you'd please stay behind, I need to have a word with you."Great! Just what I need! She thought to herself as the rest of the students filled out of the room and she approached his desk anxiously.

"You wanted to speak with me Professor Lupin?" She asks cautiously, and then it dawns on her. "It isn't about the essay I handed in the other day?" He shakes his head and smiles. He's mocking me, that's just great. "No of course that is not what I am concerned about at this moment," She tenses and he continues, "This is a bit more than school work. It's been hard for everyone, I know. Sirius is dead, as well as Bill and Tonks. But they died fighting for a cause and we all know that. After all grief teaches even the steadiest of minds to waver." She smiles a sad smile. A deeply depressing one at that, not only does in not reach her eyes but his own heart wrenches. "What I'm trying to say is, I don't want to see my most promising student fail. If you need any help you know my door is always open. Oh and Miss Granger? I know they can be a handle full but, Ron is there for you too. And we're all here for Harry. You don't have to be alone to grieve."

"Thank you Professor," she nods her head and opens her mouth to say something but decides against it. She reaches the doorway and turns around. Well since Ron isn't here I'll try and lighten the mood."And I'm glad you know of Sophocles." And she walks out the door. He has no idea who Sophocles is which makes the sides of his mouth twitch in a bemused smile. He then sits down at his desk with his head in his hands.
"Oy! Hermione." Hermione pauses en route from the library. She has to lift her knee up to help her support the load of books but they fall over anyway. Ron catches up and helps her. "What're all these for?"

"Just some light reading. Thanks." Hermione and Ron start walking towards the Gryffindor Common Room, Ron carrying the bulk of the books of course. As they wind their way around a corner they run right into Professor Weasley, the new History of Magic teacher, who was carrying a large stack of papers and quills. In a matter of moments, the lot is in the air and Hermione and Ron are sent sprawling on the floor.

"Oww, Ron. Get off me!" Hermione groans. Ron blushes as he gets off of Hermione and helps her up. "Hello Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley." Professor Weasley says rather coldly as they begin picking up the books and papers.

"Sorry Professor, we didn't see you." Hermione hand Professor Weasley a large stack of papers in exchange for her Hogwarts A History.

Some minutes later ...

"Ron, are you alright?" Hermione puts down her book and stares at him intently. Ever since that incident at the ministry there has been a permanent crease between her brows as well as a white hair. She nearly cried when she found it. Now, a couple frame her face and she doesn't bother with them anymore considering that they just keep coming back.

"That sod…'oo the bloody hell does he think he is?!" Ron began to vent and went on to call his older brother, Percy a very long list of rude names that would make even Professor Snape blush. He eventually comes to the conclusion that the entire world is conspiring against him.

"Ron…" Hermione shakes her head. There had been a mounting pain in her upper left temple the entire day and Ron's rant wasn't exactly mending it. "The world is not conspiring against you. He's simply fallen in with the wrong crowd, quite literally. And any way, it's late, we're both tired, and I have a throbbing headache. Let's just get some sleep?" Ron could tell by the look on Hermione's face and the quaver in her voice that she was greatly pained. He decided to ask her about it in the morning. He had definitely noticed a change in her demeanor. She had become tired all the time, had frequent headaches and migraines, not to mention the white hairs framing her face.

"Good idea 'Mione. Good night" Ron stands and stretchs languidly.

"Good night Ron." Hermione collects her things and heads up to her dormitory. Thoughts of the day as well as those of Professor Lupin fill her head as she falls in to yet another fitful sleep.


Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Author's Note- So how was it? Iffy I know but…hey! This is my first try at something like this. And I know I should be writing my other story, but I'm not. Work has been overbearing as of late, and I'm moving soon. So updates WILL happen most definitely on this one, if not infrequently. Thanks so much for reading my story! Please review! BTW there WILL be more chapters!