A/N: This really doesn't take place in a specific time... All you really need to know is that pretty much no one died and the Order is still fighting Voldemort. I have honestly no idea where I want to take this story, so I'm more than open to suggestions. For right now, it really is just Remus and Hermione being cute together.
Disclaimer: I don't own shit. Not a house. Not a car. And DEFINITELY not Harry Potter. Not even Remus :(
PS: Just reposted this chapter after some much needed editing. I tend to jump between past and present tense sometimes. Can't commit to one for some reason.
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Hermione glanced up from her book and took a long look out the large floor to ceiling window beside her. She was curled up on one of the old dusty chairs in 12 Grimmauld Place's library too distracted to sleep, left to bury herself into books in the early hours of the morning.
The moon shone with a bright enchanting glow, completely full, resting in the sky peacefully. Hermione remembered staring out the window as a child watching clouds slowly pass across the moon. She used to covet the calm it gave her. The silver light making everything glow. But ever since the summer of her third year at Hogwarts, the moon only left her with an uneasy, almost helpless feeling. She was unbearably restless.
Every time she closed her eyes she couldn't help but picture Remus, curled up on the floor in his room. Miserable and alone. Hermione finally turned away from the sky and closed her book sharply. She'd occupied herself long enough.
Climbing out of her chair, she crept out of the library and up the stairs awaiting silently at the end of the hallway. She cleverly skips over the ones that squeak, having made this journey many times in the middle of the night when she found it impossible to sleep. She'd spend all hours of the night lost in books.
On tiptoes she moves down the hall past Ron and Harry's room and then Ginny's and hers to the room at the very end of the corridor.
She stops and takes a deep calming breath. She honestly has nothing to be afraid of. Remus took his potion earlier, which would calm him and keep him harmless. Despite this, she could not shake a strange feeling that Remus would not appreciate her visit. He was always so concerned he might somehow hurt one of them while transformed. He was very touchy about anyone coming near him.
Exhaling slowly, she reaches for her wand tucked in the front of her flannel pajama pants and taps the doorknob whispering, "Alohomora."
The door clicks open softly, and she enters the room quietly. The bright moon illuminates the room with a cool blue light, and the shadows run long and eerie across the floorboards. The bed is empty, but when she rounds the end of it, she finds her lonely werewolf curled in a ball on the floor.
"Hi, Remus," she whispers sweetly, offering a soft smile. His head pops up at her voice, and he immediately scurries under the bed and lets out a muffled howl.
"Remus, don't do that," she begs softly, crouching down to look at him. "You took your potion. I know you won't hurt me. Come out."
The silence of the night fills the room for a moment. Hermione holds her breath, not because she was scared, because she wordlessly wishes he would trust himself.
Slowly, the scruffy werewolf crawls out from under the bed, looking at her with appreciation as she rests her hand on his face. She smiles.
"Lay up here with me," she says, standing up before getting up onto the bed and resting on the far side. She watches him hop up onto the bed cautiously, taking only a few tiny, precautious steps before lying down at the very edge of the bed and resting his head on a pillow.
She doesn't say a word; she just moves closer to him and rests her face against his. His fur tickling her face a slightly. She wraps an arm around his neck, and she feels him tense underneath her arm.
"Shhhhh," she whispers. "It's okay." She kisses the top of his head, his furry ears perking up at her gesture. His golden amber eyes stare up into hers, and she notices they are the exact same shade as his human eyes. Remus licks her nose, and she smiles. Giggling quietly, she pulls him closer to her.
Like this, in the pale blue light of the moon, they fall asleep. Foreheads pressing together. Bodies gently touching. Remus' last half conscious thought before he drifts off to sleep is this is the happiest he's been during a full moon since James died.
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Remus inhales the morning air deeply before letting out a long silent yawn. Absentmindedly, he tightens his grip around her waist, buries his nose in her neck, and smells the sweet, fruity scent lingering her hair.
His eyes burst open. He shoots up and looks down at the young woman sleeping peacefully beside him. Her big eyes hidden behind relaxed eyelids. Her gentle lashes glittering a little in the morning light. A half smile plays on her lips, and he can't help but wonder what she is dreaming about. He smiles at her serene presence and begins to relax, silently thinking to himself he should just go back to sleep and enjoy the little time he has left to hold her.
And then he realizes he is naked.
He falls out of bed in his haste to get up and find clothes, and he hears her quietly begin to stir. He swiftly jumps to his feet, grabs his pillow to cover himself, and panics as she rubs her eyes and rolls over to face him.
"Oh!" she says, sitting up quickly with surprise, covering her eyes, and looking up at the ceiling as though it is suddenly fascinating.
They both blush furiously.
"I'm - I'm so sorry," he stammers walking backwards towards his dresser. "I mean, I wasn't trying anything. It's just one of the problems with being a werewolf. Clothes, or, well, lackof clothes, I guess." He quickly grabs the first pants he sees, a pair of plaid pajama pants, and slips them on with one hand while holding his pillow in place with the other.
Once Remus was no longer naked, Hermione quit examining the walls and ceiling, and finally made eye contact with the very uneasy man and burst out laughing. Remus only manages a small smile and ruffles his hair sheepishly, his face still a fiery red color.
"Well, good morning to you, too," she says playfully as she flops back down on her pillow laughing, some loose curls falling in her face.
For a second, Remus forgot his embarrassment and couldn't help but watch her face light up with laughter. The tiny curls resting on her forehead glowed gold in the sunlight. Then, he remembers that he'd been naked thirty seconds ago and comes crashing back to reality.
"I really am-" Remus starts to apologize again, but Hermione cuts him off this time.
"Remus, it's okay," she assures him, but he looks at her skeptically. "Really. It's okay," she says slowly and full of certainty, smiling up at him.
"Okay…" he nods, not really knowing what else to say.
"Good. Now get back in bed. It is way too early to be getting up yet," she declares, rolling over onto her side and gently closing her eyes.
Remus thinks about arguing. He really does. About five reasons why he shouldn't get back in a bed with young Hermione Granger come to mind, but just seeing her curl up like that, already starting to fall back asleep, she hooks him in. When he opens his mouth to object, he can't get the words out properly.
After about a minute of standing there, his mouth hanging opening like a jackass, he silently walks back to the edge of the bed, throws down his pillow, and climbs under the covers next to Hermione. She lets out a tiny sigh in her sleep and rests her head on his bare shoulder.
He looks down at her and smiles, silently admitting to himself that he is in way over his head.
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A/N: That's all for now! Hope you enjoyed :) I started this fic a long time ago and only just decided to post it. I've been out of the fanfic world for so long, but I will continue this if I get some feedback.