A/N: This is a long one shot that I split into two chapters. I know it has been a really long time since you guys have heard from me, but hopefully I will be getting a few fics up before school starts in a few weeks, because I have them written down, I just need to type them up. Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think! -blondekat3

Hermione packed her notebooks and paperwork into her ratty leather messenger bag that had somehow survived Hogwarts, the war, and a few years at university. She double checked her desk to make sure she wasn't leaving anything behind. Nodding to herself in approval, she apparated to the street in front of her place. Okay, so Grimauld Place wasn't hers, but she was living there along with Remus, Harry, and Ginny.

As she walked into the house she climbed up to her room and flung her bag onto her bed. She reached into her dresser to pull out some old cut off sweatpants and a blue cami. Yes, it was Friday, and she should go out like Harry, Ginny, and most likely Remus were. However, tonight seemed like a good night to stay in. Plus, Harry and Ginny wouldn't be home tonight since it was their second wedding anniversary. Hermione knew that Harry was going to surprise Ginny with reservations at one of the most upscale restaurants in London as well as hotel reservations that cost more per night then she would spend for 4 nights.

Remus would probably be out drinking with Bill and Charlie, and come back with some bird again. If she was being fair with herself that had only happened once, and the woman was gone by the morning.

Hermione's mind lingered on Remus and her innocent school-girl crush that had evolved into a not-so innocent, not-so crush. 'God,' thought Hermione, 'that man is a new kind of sexy. With his light brown hair that is just a bit too long, so it always falls into his eyes. And those beautiful silver orbs can see right through her; he always could read her too well for her liking.'

She was hopelessly attracted to the werewolf. His laugh, his slightly mischievous smile that reminded her of the twin's humor mixed with Harry's compassion, his intellect, his earthy scent, everything sent chills down her spine. She knew that he only saw her as a former student. She had seen him using his subtle flirting, that in all honesty rivaled Sirius' flirting abilities but with a completely different approach, with every woman he came in contact with except her.

She shook her head in disappointment, and decided a bit of alcohol might be involved in tonight's activities. She than began to strip herself of her pencil skirt, in favor of much more comfortable attire.

Remus walked into the house, deciding that he was going to try to spend the evening with Hermione instead of the elder Weasley brothers. He grew weary of their inability to mention anything other than the attractive birds in the bar. He hoped she hadn't made plans, so that he could spend another evening of sweet torture with the woman. He does not know when he grew so attracted to the witch, but he knew that every time he was around her he was intoxicated by her presence and damning his many hindering features. Between the age difference, his being her former teacher, and most of all, being a werewolf, he knew she would never be attracted to him. Remus had more than noticed the way that geeky bookworm had evolved into a beautiful, if not still geeky, woman. More than that, he was amazed at how she could always tell what he was thinking, even when he was concealing it as best he could.

As these thoughts were all running through Remus' mind, he made his way to the entry of Hermione's room. Noticing that the door was partially opened, he knocked as he opened the door. His greeting of 'Moine to her never left his mouth.

There, in the center of her room, was Hermione in just a lacy bra and matching underwear that hardly classified as a garment of clothing. Remus' eyes slowly raked down her body, before Remus could regain himself. He had never seen her and anything less than running shorts and a tank top, and was in awe of her athletic form. Remus felt his blood flow southwards and his pants quickly became uncomfortable.

Both of them stood there for a few moments, in utter shock. Then, as if struck by lightning, both of the quickly began moving. Hermione threw her cami on at rapid speeds, and Remus rushed out of the door, apologizing loudly and repeatedly.

Hermione watched him turn tail and leave as she pulled on her sweatpants. She knew that he had just ogled her for all intents and purposes. She shivered despite the heat she was feeling. Her mind kept providing the image of his eyes raking downwards and darkening a shade of two. She realized that she was getting wet, and sat on the edge of the bed trying to quell her body's response by thinking unsexy thoughts.

Remus went down to the kitchen and pulled the bottle of firewhiskey down from the cupboard. He spun off the lid and took a big gulp, ignoring the burning protest from his throat. He placed his hands on the counter behind him as he leaned against it and hung his head. He tried to think of anything except for the very sexy witch upstairs, to no avail. The only picture his mind would provide was Hermione standing there like a startled deer, and Remus' wolf provided many different suggestions for that innocent doe. Remus shook his head, hoping that the picture might just fall out of his head. He clutched the counters until his knuckles where white, so that he wouldn't touch himself in the one place that was begging for friction. He rolled his head back and looked at the ceiling, as though it would provide him with the answer.

He knew he had looked too long. Hermione probably thought he was a dirty, old pervert for looking at someone half his age like a starving man looks at a filet mignon. One of his hands ran through his hair, tousling it more than usual in attempt to find answer.

'Well, bugger,' Remus thought as he heard movement from Hermione's room above. 'What can I possibly say that will make her not hate me?"

Hermione trotted down the stairs before she could talk herself out of it. She didn't know what she was going to say or do, but she was a Gryffindor, damn it and she was not going to solve anything by hiding in her room. She walked into the kitchen to see Remus looking at her with mostly controlled features. To everyone, he would appear impassive, but Hermione could tell by the slight clench of the jaw and his acute eye movements, that he was restraining himself. A part of her wished he would let go of those restraints, but she was not sure that his actions would be in her favor if he did.

They stood at opposite ends of the kitchen, neither of them knowing what to say to the other. Hermione noted the bottle of firewhiskey in her mind, not quite sure what it meant. Remus finally broke the silence.

"I'm sorry 'Mione I should have knocked. It was not polite at all, for me to barge into a woman's room like that."

"Don't apologize; I would've done the same thing if you had left your door cracked. And you did knock; you just didn't wait for a response before entering. "

Remus slightly chuckled at that, but then they both fell into silence again. Hermione had almost decided to go back up to her room, when he offered her the bottle of firewhiskey. Hermione chuckled and imitated Remus' actions from earlier perfectly, including the slight grimace turned to smile as the liquor went down her throat. She knew that things had not been permanently damaged between the two when she saw that mischievous smirk cross his features. She smiled and followed him into the living room, with the firewhiskey still in hand.