A/N: To all my readers - For those of you commenting about Hermione being fourteen... I changed that. I originally had her fourteen when writing it then changed her age at the last minute, knowing it didn't suit well especially when I decided to make turn this into smut. Before, I had originally planned it to be more of just foreshadowing for her future, but when I added the last bit to this, I quickly realized it wasn't appropriate. I thought I had corrected all mentions of her age, until a couple of you pointed it out. Thank you, and I apologize in advance, for making you all get so jumpy about the subject ;) lol. My sincere apologies...

On another note, I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this or not. A lot of you have asked for miore and I didn't plan on making this into a chapter fic, but maybe a two-shot? If that can keep you all happy :)

Thanks again for reviewing guys! I really appreciate it :) it has lifted my spirit.

This is AU, SMUT, One maybe Two-shot, and Remus/Hermione of course. Read and Review please, with a sexy werewolf professor on top ;)

DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling owns everything, and I am just a mere Muggle using her characters for my own guilty pleasure. Don't sue me.

Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall... what is the deepest wish of them all?

How could she have been so stupid? Hermione couldn't bear the thought of leaving something as precious as her Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, just lying about in the library for anyone's hands to take credit for her excellent work. She was just trying to find references in the library and study up there, with no distractions. And of course, the one person who could distract her most had waltzed right in there just as she was about to become exceedingly concentrated and finished.

Professor Lupin's eyes fixed themselves upon her studying form and all Hermione could do was try and read the text before her, but her mind wouldn't let her. All she could think about was those amber orbs peering through her as if she was a crystal ball, telling him his eager future ahead. Goodness how she wanted to turn around and stare right back at him.

She heard his striding footsteps pass her, and for a moment, she thought he was gone. But as she was about to turn the pages of her book, he had appeared in front of her. "Hello, Hermione. Mind if I sit here," said Lupin, gesturing to the chair directly across from her. Hermione tore her eyes from the words she was reading, and looked up to see him smiling down at her. His scars seemed to only accent his manly, handsome features. It really was quite interesting to see.

Hermione nodded at her Professor and watched as he sat down with his very own book in hand. He propped it open to the page he had marked only to find himself more interested in what she was doing. "Ah, I see you're putting yourself deeply into my assignment," His smile grew into a wide grin, showing his appreciation. She returned the gesture.

"Yes, I thought it was a very well thought out one, and it stroke my interest." She fought hard not to blush, but she couldn't help but let a little pink show on her cheeks.

Lupin nodded. "I'm glad you think so. I too, happen to think werewolves are a very interesting topic to think about. The thought of a simple human being, turning into something so uncontrollable and ferocious at the beautiful climax of the moon… it's really exhilarating in a way."

Hermione sighed, his words practically making her melt into a puddle. "I was thinking the same thing. But it's really unfair the way our society looks at them. I mean, yes I understand being half human, half wolf, but again, they are half human. Doesn't make them any less capable of having feelings when their minds are in control. Nor does it make it right to look at them as monsters. Maybe the human inside them are as gentle and kind and giving as the beast side of them is nocturnal and wild…"

Her speech had given him a lot to think about and a lot to judge. But he couldn't help but let a lip tremble slightly. "Hermione… you are truly one of the most compassionate witches of your time. I've never come across anyone as uncommonly kind as you are. Except, perhaps, Harry's mother, Lily."

She blushed. "That's flattering, Professor."

Yes, yes, she remembers everything so well. Of course, how could she not? His strong frame in her sight and the way he read his book as she copied notes out of her text… he was such a distraction, and Hermione cursed herself for letting him get in her way.

Here she was now, running through the dark corridors, trying to make the curfew line before it got any later. But she new she wouldn't be able to make it.

Still! That homework… she had worked so hard on it. It would be a waste to go back and get it in the morning. She wasn't even finished! And even if Professor Lupin did understand (seeing how he was there when she did it) Hermione didn't know how she was going to be able to explain that the reason she forgot it in the library was because she was too busy thinking about different parts of the castle they could shag in without getting caught. That would be truly horrifying.

So this is why Hermione Granger, 7th year and brightest witch of her age, was running down the empty hallways, hoping not to get caught until she finally reached the library.

It was dark, musty and smelled of leather and dust. She panted, trying to remember where exactly she was earlier this evening. It was too black to tell.

First she listened for any sign of another presence. Then she proceeded slowly into the dark rows of books as she took out her wand and muttered the words, "Lumos!" and out the tip came a small glow of light, illuminating the many shelves and wooden cases.

Looking around the corners, trying to remember where she had studied at, as everything looked so different at night. But as she drew closer within the library, she started to hear a bit of shuffling, and swore there were some footsteps followed. Hermione held her breath, waiting for Filch to appear at any moment, giving her detention; but 10 minutes later, nothing had yet to happen.

Finally, after what seemed like years of looking, she spotted a ratty old textbook and scattered papers laying about on a far-end table, near the magical creatures section. Okay, she must really be losing her mind now - why didn't she just look there in first place?

Heaving a sigh of frustration, Hermione gathered her things, and tucked them under her arm when a loud, heavy thud echoed around her. She didn't really have much time to think about anything; her mind was too focused on not getting caught so she wouldn't have to suffer the consequences of losing House Points and getting detention. She ran for it, heading straight towards a large wooden door that she hoped might be a secret passage way that leads to Gryffindor Tower.

Grabbing the door handle, and pulling it open, she rushed inside and closed it with a bang. Hermione knew she had been a bit loud, but what did it matter as long as she got back safely to where she was suppose to be. She waited patiently at the door, pressing her ear to the cold wood as she listened for anything further. But all was silent, except for her rasp breathing.

After 5 minutes of listening to nothing but air, Hermione gave a relief sounding sigh and turned around to look at her surroundings before heading back out into the library. She was in a small room, nothing but empty desks, and a few askew chairs. But her eye caught something in a far, dark corner: It was a mirror. But not just any mirror - no she recognized the type of mirror it was immediately. Harry told her about it, the one he discovered his first year over Christmas, the one that showed him what his heart most desired, the one that showed him his parents - The Mirror of Erised.

It was beautiful, she thought. Golden and gleaming in the moonlight, the mirror stood proudly before her, showing off it's magnificent appearance. But then another thought crossed her mind - it's still here?

Hermione thought the mirror had been moved to a new home. At least, that's what Harry told her Dumbledore had told him, when he revealed where his discovery took place, and she wanted to go looking for it herself. But apparently, it had returned to it's original place of being. She smiled knowingly.

It was highly tempting, to go look and see what her dreams really showed about herself. She wondered if there was more to her, than she really thought; if her heart knew more than her brain did. But Hermione was smarter than that - she knew what this mirror did, hearing the stories about how it has driven people mad and caused several suicides.

But like she said, she's smarter than that. Maybe one little peak wouldn't hurt. Maybe it was what she needed so she can start thinking about other priorities.

This mirror shows what the heart truly desires. Hermione thought about this over and over again, as she took a step forward and looked blankly at the mirror. It wouldn't hurt.

She edged even further towards it, getting closer and closer. Vague images were starting to appear, but Hermione couldn't tell who or what they were. Finally, everything came into view for her and it was a bit shocking to say the least.

First thing that she took noticed was how incredibly beautiful her image had become. The other Hermione was taller, hair in sleek waves, not an ounce of unwanted baby fat lingering to her body - her teeth were perfect and there was something completely confident and sexy about her. Hermione blushed, feeling incomparable to this Hermione.

Then she noticed something else - this Hermione was dressed in a very professional manner. Pencil skirt, button-up oxford and black heels fixing her to the very image of perfection. She also noticed a small nametag pinned at her chest. It said Hermione Granger, Mistress of Magic. She was the minister - or mistress.

And the last thing Hermione noticed were the people around her. Children were playing around her, laughing and giggling, all seemingly copies of someone she knew. Some with sandy-colored hair, some brunettes to no end. One little girl with a chestnut ponytail and amber eyes was sitting alone, reading a famous Muggle fairytale - Little Red Riding Hood. Were these her children?

There was a man who was oddly distancing in the background, who was now walking up closer to them, until he was behind her, hand on her shoulder. Hermione gasped as she recognized this man immediately. "Professor…. Lupin?" she breathed.

He was smiling, as he usually did when he saw her. Lupin was brushing his fingers through the other Hermione's curls. The real Hermione had to look back to make sure he wasn't really standing there. He looked down at fake Hermione and placed a warm kiss on her lips. They were passionate, and in love. Hermione's cheeks were turning an especially dark shade of red, as she seemed embarrassed even though she was alone. This was her Professor after all.

Suddenly, the image of him turned to look at the real her. He said, in a rumbling low voice - "This is more than just a silly schoolgirl crush, Hermione. Remember this,"

Just like that, the entire scene vanished before her eyes, and Hermione was left standing alone, looking at nothing but the plain 17 year old reflection of her current self. She frowned at the light freckles sprinkled across her face, revealing her youth. Hermione noticed every flaw within her now. She was a little chubby around the middle; her two front teeth were rather large; her hair was a bushy mess, tied all together in a bun; she was a little on the short side.

Hermione had never seen so many things wrong with one person. It was always her job to see the good of a person and the beauty within them no matter the circumstances. It had always been something she had done. But she couldn't see it in herself. All she saw was a know-it-all, brilliant as she may be, but unattractive and not even close to being beautiful.

She couldn't bear it any longer, and walked away from the mirror. It had been a nightmare. Seeing that older side of her that she wanted to be so badly, taunt her and make fun of her for the person she really was. Hermione now saw why Dumbledore had said that people go mad from that mirror. She had waited long enough, she thought and decided now would be a perfect moment to return to her dormitory.

Pushing the door open, whom other than the person she was too embarrassed to confront would be standing right outside the corridor. Professor Lupin was waiting for her, and smiled in the light of his wand at her, the usual grin he proceeded to greet her with every time.

"I thought I'd might find you here."

Hermione stuttered, wondering if whether she was in trouble or not. "Professor, I - I can explain -"

"You were coming back for your homework, yes I know." He pulled something out of his robes and handed it to Hermione. It was her textbook, with her parchment stuffed inside it. She had forgotten all about the assignment and realized she must have dropped it while running to the empty room.

"Thank you!" She exclaimed, grabbing her stuff and tucking it under her arm once more. Hermione waited a few more minutes, her mind obviously in a boggle as she tried to figure out if this was a tricky way of punishing her. Lupin quickly saw the expression upon her face and proceeded to explain himself. "I'm not going to punish you for being out so late, Miss Granger, seeing how you were merely coming back for something vitally important. I will warn you to take better care of remembering your belongings, however, but I know you will anyways." His gently stern face, turned even more gentler and gave her a weak smile. "Now, about you discovering the mirror…"

Her eyes widened in protest. "Professor, please! I had no idea it was in here… yes, I've heard about it before from Harry, but I wasn't trying to go look for it, I swear!"

Lupin was holding up a hand at her frantic attempts to save her soul of punishment. "I believe you, my dear. That wasn't my concern. My concern is whether or not you are okay after seeing it… I know what it's like to be haunted by your wants and dreams and believe me, it is rather depressing and terrifying in a way. I just want to make sure that the affects the mirror had on you are not going to make a serious impact to your life."

Hermione paused. The sincerity of his voice shown in his eyes as well. But as much as she wanted him to know without that embarrassment and awkwardness between them, she couldn't tell him what she had saw. "I guess so. I just felt sort of degraded by myself in that mirror. I mean - like the me I saw in the mirror was making fun of the real me… because of my looks. My older self was brilliant and smart, but also beautiful."

"Hermione, you don't seriously think you're not beautiful do you?" He said incredulously. He couldn't believe his ears. Here in front of him, stood a youthful, chocolate eyed, curly haired girl who looked and thought well beyond her years. Her figure was slim, yet curvy for a seventeen year old. She was still making that slow transition from girl to woman but the transition in itself was beautiful enough to make him feel like a lewd old man.

The young witch nodded silently, letting her head fall and he swore there was a small tear let loose on her cheek. "I-I just feel so ugly." The word hit him as hard as she said it.

"Hermione, not only are you vastly maturing in your appearance, but you already have on the inside. You are beautiful both inside and out, and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise."

Show her just how beautiful she really is.

Lupin shook this terrifying thought as she looked up at him, a smile on her face. "Thank you, Professor, but -" she cut herself off short, but Lupin had already waved it off.

"Don't think much more about it. Now, it's getting rather late, I think it would only be proper if I escorted you to Gryffindor Tower. Come," He had started to walk, but Hermione wasn't following.

She thought of something. The image of Lupin in the mirror - it told her that this was more than a schoolgirl crush. Was it a suggestion? Or merely a tease… She wanted to test these limits. Hermione had suddenly got a huge urge bursting within her, that made her want to rip off her robes. Licking her lips she watched as Lupin turned around and looked at her curiously.

"Is everything alright, Hermione?"

Hermione didn't do or say anything in reply. She just stood there, staring at him, eyelids growing heavy. She had an urge - an urge to have him. The image of her Professor kissing her in the mirror was becoming intoxicating; it repeated over and over in her head till she had memorized every stroke of tongue, every caress of his lips. Hermione wanted to experiment in this. And so much more.

She ventured her way towards him, keeping a close eye on him as she made her way through the darkness. His shadow was cascading over her as she got closer and closer until he was only a couple of steps from bumping into him. The light on his wand was slowly but surely dimming. Her voice was husky and rough as she spoke, with a full significance of urge and desire leaking through. "Professor, there was something else I saw in the mirror…" It was as if all embarrassment was thrown out the window and her only thought was to get to know the intimate side of Professor Lupin.

Lupin, however, was feeling himself becoming impatient. Even though, she didn't know about his "condition", he couldn't help but feel those animalistic needs run about through his mind. She was young and beautiful and pure - he the quite opposite.

He wanted a taste of her beauty and youth. It was the first time all year, that Lupin felt control start to slip away… all because of a little teenage girl. Something was streaking down his spine, a tingle or shiver almost. But it felt good, hitting those spots that made him weak in the knees and positively hard.

"Tell me, Miss Granger. What else did you see?" His voice was lower than his usual baritone. It was incredibly sexy and it drew her in more deeply.

Hermione let the corners of her mouth tug up into a small smile as her eyes were still heavily lidded. "I saw you, standing behind me, running your fingers through my hair…" she drawled onwards, keeping him lingering for more.

It seemed to work as he took a gulp and stared at her as if waiting for more. Then he said, "yes…?" in a long estimating way, as if to test her.

Hermione continued. "And then, you turned me to face you. You put your hands on my cheeks… you lifted my chin…" She felt as though she were simply telling a story, but had realized that as she was reciting her livid image to Lupin, he had been doing the very thing his image self had done to her image. He placed his rough, calloused hands on her soft, porcelain cheeks, keeping her gaze to his, then had lifted her head upwards so they were barely touching.

Before anything happened, Hermione had said the last few parts to her story. "And then, you kissed me."

That was enough. The control and human left inside him, was useless against the wolf debating over whether he should take his way with this girl. Suddenly, without protest, he pressed his lips against hers.

Lupin was too impatient however, for the gentle, soft romantic kiss that it should be, and that had once shed its light into Hermione's deep eyes for the first time that night. Instead, he grew weary as she tried to slow him down, but his kisses had become fervent and needy and rather sloppy to be honest.

Hermione felt a hot surge rush throughout her body, sending a sensational tingle to her midsection. The excitement of this situation was too much to handle, but she couldn't stop herself from thinking about how unbelievably dirty this was. Professor Lupin, her teacher and mentor, kissing her with all the passion and rage a werewolf would have running through the Forbidden Forest. This thought however didn't stop her from thinking about some experiments she would like to try with this man. Almost spontaneously, she felt something rather hard press itself against her. She smiled instantly, having an idea even though she wasn't looking.

Suddenly, he thrown her back on a desk right up against a shelve and pushed her right up against the books. The light from his wand had finally gone out. They were vaguely aware of their surroundings however. There were no sounds among them and the library was pitch-black, save the small streaks of moonlight peering through the high windows revealing the waxing moon. Lupin was right up against her, legs wrapped around his waist and his bulge rubbing against her moist, warm center. Hermione moaned as he pressed against her.

"Forgive me, Miss Granger, for my lack of sensitivity tonight…" he managed to breath out to her. "But you will soon learn that I take no time in getting my prey."

She smiled back at him. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Taking this back at her, he growled, spreading her legs out, her skirt riding upwards towards her waist. This time, he pressed harder, practically slamming her into the books, making the shelf rattle in response. Hermione bit her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning a bit too loudly, but letting it slip out nonetheless.

He couldn't hold himself in much longer. His trousers were becoming undeniably tight and were restraining him longer than needed. She seemed to notice the trouble on his face, and took action. Lupin watched as her dainty hands unbuttoned him, and pulled both pants and boxers down just above the knees, watching as his throbbing member flung out, free at last. Her eyes seemed to grow intensely more with lust when she noticed how unusually big he was. Grabbing hold of him (and smirking when he let out a wild and unrestrained groan), Hermione guided him towards her, showing with both action and expression what she clearly wanted.

He looked at her with slight worry, a little bit of control coming back through his mind. "Hermione, are you su-"

"What's the matter, Professor? Afraid of hurting a sweet, young, innocent girl?" The delicious smirk on her face grew somewhat more wicked and sinister as her voice matched her expression.

Lupin had enough of this nonsense from her. If this is how she was going to play, then he was going to win, and have no mercy on her whatsoever. He was going to show her just how much of a big bad wolf, he is.

Ripping off her panties, and grabbing both of her breasts, he held her down against the table and rubbed her smooth, wet slit for a couple of moments, letting her get the feel of him, and letting her shutter a few times so she could get a quiet taste of what was about to come. Then, holding onto her hips, he slid in slowly, still conscious of not hurting her too much.

At first, she winced a little, coiling from the little pain she was experiencing from his hard cock sliding against her tight walls. He stretched her a little too much, and it hurt for a split second, until he made up for this by rubbing her clit harshly. Gasping, she writhed beneath him intensely. He was deep inside her by now, and she didn't even notice it until he began to actually thrust.

He had pulled all the way out before slamming back inside her and her back hit into a hard leather book sticking out from behind. But it didn't matter. There was equal amount of pain as their was pleasure in the experience and Hermione couldn't help but notice how much more enjoyable it was. He thrust back into her again, this time, a lot quicker.

"Oh, God!" She moaned loudly, as his thumb was working on that little nub just above her entrance. Suddenly, he became more erratic. Thrusting once, twice, going faster and faster until they both realized how chaotic they had become.

Hermione was being slammed against the shelves, books starting to fall around them, barely missing either of their heads. Lupin was grabbing onto her hips, continuing to pound her over and over again. She was tight and warm and wet, and the feeling of it wrapped around his cock was poisonous. He spread her legs apart further, trying to gain more access to that one spot that made her eyes widen and her moaning louder by the minute. She was becoming restless, as was he and he realized he needed much better access to her body than this.

Pulling out abruptly, she whimpered and whined until he grabbed her from her previous position and turned her over, leaning her across the desk. Her bottom was now facing him, up and supported by the table as her feet tip-toed on the floor. Lupin spread her apart and wasted no time. Taking one push inside her, she instantly tightened around him and he couldn't help himself but try and gain every ounce of pleasure he could out of her.

Pounding and pounding, thrusting and thrusting, each more fast and hard than the previous. Heat was gathering in her abdomen as Hermione neared the edge. His hands were slapping themselves against her arse as he said some naughty things to her while moaning and groaning. He kept hitting that spot over and over again, as she gripped the table for support for what she knew was about to come.

Suddenly, a wave crashed over her entire body, and she let out one last cry of pleasure as she climaxed. Shivers ran up and down her spine and her legs were suddenly jell-o. Everything was one big high and she arched her back like a cat. And just like that, it was over.

Hermione felt the coldness of the dark library creep over her as Lupin pulled out, his seed already spilt inside of her just before he mumbled a contraceptive spell at her stomach to prevent a little Lupin from happening. Thoughts of that lonely girl reading the book in the mirror came to her mind, but were removed as two arms snaked around her waist and had pulled her into a warm embraced. She sat up briefly, only to have her back pulled into Lupin's chest as he kissed softly on her neck.

Hermione felt… good, but weak. Not only that, but ashamed of herself. She tore herself from his embrace and picked up her remaining underwear, spelling it back together and putting them on. Turning back to him, she recalled everything from the past scene. It had been the quickest and unforgivable thing she had ever done. She swore she didn't even remember any intimacy coming out of it, at all. Was it all a joke to him? Did he often do this to students?

Hermione, for once, didn't know the answer, and quickly dismissed herself from his presence. He called her name but she didn't look back at him, only trying to find herself out of this library before something else happened. She has had enough for one night, and as she puzzled her way out, she realized one final mistake she had made tonight: Once again, she had forgotten her homework.