Stuck On You
Chapter One
By MarshmellowsAreBunniesArses
She was in her third year when she first saw him. She had felt this pull towards him. She was positive he had felt it too. His smiles looked slightly forced, when directed towards her, if you looked closely enough, which Hermione did. Whenever he called on her during class, he looked as if he were being restrained.
From what though, she often wondered.
Hermione had decided to just ignore it. She was used to teachers who thought she was an insufferable know-it-all, but tried hard not to show it, though some (like Snape) didn't bother concealing their emotions.
But Professor Lupin seems too kind for that, a traitorous voice had said in her head. Sometimes, though, his masks would slip and Hermione always saw.
Anger, shock, disgust, confusion. They shone through his eyes like a beacon. Her eager eyes absorbed this new found information, tried to make sense of them. Everything, even the disgust was directed at himself, Hermione didn't believe that he could be self-loathing.
She didn't voice any of this to Harry or Ron. They wouldn't understand. Possibly Harry, but only just. Ron would most likely say "Bloody hell," and walk away muttering under his breath that Hermione was nutters. Oh yes, she had seen all this when she had considered telling them, envisioned it all in her head.
But she knew. Something was unusual about Remus Lupin, and it revolved around Hermione Granger, she just didn't know it yet.
Her suspicions had started when the class faced the boggart. He had jumped in front of Harry and the boggart had turned into a full moon.
It was unusual, but she had thought nothing of it. After all, wouldn't her greatest fear be something as stupid as the moon? But a fire was kindled inside her, craving to know why Lupin had selenophobia.
The year progressed and the flames diminished, embers waiting to be rekindled, to be able to spit up ashes.
And spit up they did when Snape substituted and assigned the essay on werewolves. It hit her when she was scanning through Werewolves and the Danger They Pose to Our Society. She quickly went to go check a lunar calendar. Sure enough, Lupin was sick on all of those dates.
He was a werewolf.
His secret was safe with her. She wouldn't tell Harry or Ron, and she supposed that Dumbledore already knew. There were few things that he didn't.
Her slight urge to tell them though completely disappeared when she and Ron had one of their legendary fights.
Then, once nearly everything was remedied, they found Sirius Black.
And into the Shrieking Shack they went.
The treachery she had felt when Lupin had showed up was overwhelming.
But not as much as his when he heard her warn Harry and Ron not to trust him because he was a werewolf. His eyes briefly showed his emotions, but with a blink were gone.
The night carried on, and as the truth was revealed, Hermione had regretted her harsh words. As she had lied on the Hospital Wing's cold bed sheets she promised herself that she would apologize.
She did. The very next morning.
It didn't really matter though, seeing that he was leaving and she wouldn't see him in over a year.
Dancing with Viktor had been fun, but it felt wrong.
And as their lips crashed together, she couldn't help but think that it should have been Remus.
In the Room of Requirement, she discovered that her patronus was a huge amber wolf. Nearly positive with a new suspicion, she rushed to the library.
Of what? Easily explained. Hermione Granger was the mate of Remus Lupin.
When she had the opportunity, she had confronted him about it. He stammered out that if she didn't want to be with him, it was perfectly fine.
Hermione had fully planned to spend the rest of her life with him, and was about to tell him. That was, until Tonks showed up.
Slightly round.
Hermione was many things, but not a home-wrecker. She backed out of the picture willingly, but unhappily, out of necessity.
Relief.
The only emotion that ran through her body as she looked around at Hogwarts in ruins. The Final Battle was over and Voldemort was defeated. No more running away from society itself. She was free.
Then she saw his body. And hers. She suddenly remembered the last words he had told her.
"If something happens to me and Nymphadora, promise me that you'll take custody of Teddy."
"I promise," Hermione had muttered. How could he want her to act like Teddy's mother? She would always remember Remus in seeing him everyday. Harry should take him instead . . . . . she thought.
As if sensing this, Remus quickly added, "Swear on your magic."
Hermione gulped. " I, Hermione Jane Granger, swear on my magic that if Remus and Nymphadora Lupin are unable to care for Teddy Lupin I will take over their task."
Remus seemed satisfied. "Remember that I always loved you Hermione," He said cradling her face in his hands. He leaned forward an placed his lips on hers. "Always." He murmured one last time before running off in the direction of the battle.
Hermione let out a sob. This wasn't supposed to happen. Remus wasn't supposed to die. He wasn't supposed to marry Tonks, he wasn't supposed to have Teddy with her. He was supposed to be Hermione's son.
But as the months passed, Hermione learned to love him. The way he pouted when she fed him vegetables. The way he gurgled happily when Harry and Ron came over. The way he tentatively crawled around the cottage that the Ministry had offered her as reward for helping defeat Voldemort, among other things, she also had enough money to last Teddy and her at least five lifetimes. And as Teddy grew, she couldn't help but think that Remus should have been there to see his progress.
It was no surprise to a disapproving Professor McGonagall that Hermione had agreed to Dumbledore's idiotic plan.
AN: Enough to spark your interest? Maybe you can even guess what (or where) Hermione's going to do. I always hate it when people write this down, but this is my first fanfiction. NOT MY FIRST STORY. Just the first time actually posting it. Any feedback? Please review and tell me whether or not to continue it or delete it. Thanks for reading.