Disclaimer: As far as I am aware…Ok, I'll rephrase…I definitely don't own any if the rights to Harry Potter! The title is a song title by Inme

Summary – A/N: Remus/Hermione with Severus involved too, but I won't give too much away! Unfortunately I only realised after writing three or four chapters that a few people have written fics with a similar setting, but hopefully there will be many different twists as far as the storyline is concerned.

Rating: Ok, this is PG-13 at the moment; I was going to make it an R, but I figured I might get a bit carried away, so PG-13 it is at the moment…;)!

Ice Warm

By Lil Blu Firefly

A seventeen-year-old Remus Lupin walked along the school corridor briskly, furrowing his eyebrows and trying to work out what he was in trouble for this time. As far as he was aware, he had not unwittingly participated in any of James or Sirius's pranks and he was up to date with his studies. The only other reason he could imagine, for Dumbledore to request him, would be to do with his monthly transformations, yet he knew that he had not harmed anyone recently.

He rounded the corridor to Dumbledore's office when Peeves leaped out in front of him, from behind a suit of armour.

"Has Loopy Lupin been a naughty boy?" he called out mockingly.

"Go away Peeves!" he retorted, agitated, but Peeves showed no signs of having listened.

"Oooh, Loopy's got his panties in a twist this time!" Peeves chuckled gleefully. Remus however, ignored him, having thought of another possibility for his summons. Perhaps Dumbledore had finally realised that he had three unregistered animagi running loose around the school. Remus clenched his palms, which were sweating heavily, tightly. He approached Dumbledore's office, muttering the password to the gargoyle as he went, and knocked timidly on the door.

"Come in, Remus," Dumbledore said lightly. The pull against Remus's chest lightened. Dumbledore certainly didn't sound angry. Hesitantly, he placed a hand on the door handle and pushed open the heavy wooden door into the office.

Inside, Dumbledore was sitting quietly at his desk, his hands linked together, however, standing next to him was a girl with curly chestnut brown hair and piercing brown eyes. She let out a small gasp as she saw Remus enter, but was silenced by a pointed glance from the headmaster. Remus forced his eyes away from the girl and looked nervously at Dumbledore, who had an amused expression playing across his face.

"I trust you understand that I am speaking with you in the utmost confidence?" Dumbledore began. Remus nodded hastily.

"Yes sir."

"Right, well then I see no reason not to begin," he said, smiling. "I would like to introduce you to Miss Hermione Granger," Dumbledore said, gesturing towards the girl, who was standing red-faced and staring at her shoes.

"I am afraid that there has been some sort of accident, with a time-travel method, and she has mistakenly emerged much earlier than planned." Remus raised his eyebrows in surprise at this, but Dumbledore simply continued.

"We have not, as of yet, found a suitable method to return her to the correct time period, and so I have insisted that she continue with her studies as long as she remains here." Remus looked at Dumbledore, a confused expression playing across his face.

"Ah, I suppose that you are wondering, of what service you will be Remus," Dumbledore said, as if reading his mind. "Well, one of the subjects which Miss Granger has chosen to study in her sixth year, has been Defence Against the Dark Arts. I was hoping that you would be able to assist her in her studies."

Carefully, after flashing a glance at Hermione, he looked Dumbledore straight in the eye.

"Are you sure that you have chosen the right person for this, sir?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"I am well aware that there were two possible candidates to help her continue her studies, however, I was hoping that you might benefit from something else to do in your spare time," Dumbledore added, lowering his half moon spectacles in order to observe Remus's reaction.

Lupin fidgeted a bit, understanding perfectly well what the headmaster was implying. He knew that Dumbledore wanted him to spend less time involved with James, Sirius and Peter, however, he was sure that Dumbledore was avoiding the point on purpose. He glanced nervously at the girl again.

"I was thinking that maybe the other candidate would have been more appropriate under the circumstances." Remus began helplessly, willing Dumbledore to acknowledge the point, before he gave too much away in front of a stranger. Remus couldn't understand why he would want to place a werewolf in the hands of a young girl. However, the headmaster simply surveyed him over the top of his glasses.

"I have the utmost confidence in your ability, Mr Lupin," he replied, "I do not doubt that you will take to the task admirably, whatever the circumstances." He said. At this point, he turned to Hermione who was still standing shock still in the corner of the room. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but she could have sworn that Dumbledore was now smiling at her, as if he suspected she already knew what had been meant by certain 'circumstances'.

Remus, however, seemed to remain perturbed by the request and nervously nodded an acknowledgement to Hermione.

"So am I to understand that you have accepted the position Mr Lupin?" Dumbledore asked, smiling. Remus nodded slowly.

"Yes Sir."

"Right, well we'll see how it goes then. You may inform your counterparts that you are taking Arithmancy during the times you spend tutoring Miss Granger – I am aware that very few of your year have chosen such a subject," He added, allowing himself the smallest of grins, and rising from his desk.

"I will escort you to Miss Granger's rooms, so that you can become better acquainted." He said briskly, gesturing for them to follow him out of the office. Eventually, they came to a halt outside a door, which Hermione already knew as the room of requirement. Dumbledore appeared to rap on the door three times and mumble a password, before opening it. The room, however, was larger than Hermione had remembered it to have been, and even had an ensuite bathroom off of the bedroom at the back. As they walked into it, there was a lounge area, with comfy sofas and a fireplace, almost like a scaled down version of the Griffindor common room.

"Remember what I said about not divulging the future, Miss Granger," he reminded Hermione lightly. She nodded furiously in acknowledgement.

"I must also remind you, Mr Lupin not to disclose any information about our guest to your friends, or any others at that rate." It was Remus's turn to nod. He gave Dumbledore an odd look, before he closed the door and left the two of them there.

"So…" began Hermione nervously. She stood, observing the younger version of Remus Lupin. He had the same light brown hair, and deep blue eyes that she remembered, yet there was no trace of grey in his hair and his face was alive and bright; not bearing the hollow rings around his eyes that would appear in later years. Hermione felt a twinge of guilt that this boy here would have to face so much pain in the future, and it hurt her even more to know that she could never actually prevent it from happening.

Remus surveyed the girl in front of him nervously. He was not used to talking to girls – at least, not ones he actually liked. The only seventh year girls in Griffindor were Lily Evans, who was dating his friend James, Frances and Kate, who still blamed him for setting a flaming firecracker off, beneath their chairs in class, even though it had been Sirius.

"Right, um what level were you up to in DADA?" Remus asked conversationally. He swung his bag off his back and began to pull out a large textbook.

"Oh, no I don't suppose you'd be on to grade seven yet," he muttered. Hermione, who had finally stopped looking flustered, took the book from his hands carefully and studied a few pages before handing it back.

"I think I read this book last summer," she said distractedly, "I got it out from the library." She stopped, about to add that it was he, who had recommended it to her.

Remus stood frozen for a moment, before realising that he was staring at her.

"Oh, ok…" he said, impressed. He doubted that even Severus had read that far ahead.

"So," he said, sitting down on one of the sofas, "Where exactly have you come from?"

Hermione surveyed him carefully for a moment, unsure of how much she was allowed to disclose. Dumbledore had warned her not to mention any events or people from the future, but…

"Hogwarts." She answered simply.

Remus looked at her wide-eyed. "Really…So you're in the sixth year?" he added as an after-thought, remembering what Dumbledore had said. Hermione was wringing her hands nervously.

"So Professor Lu…" Hermione threw a hand over her mouth, wide-eyed. "Sorry…I'm getting confused. I think it's some kind of after effect…" she added, trailing off. Remus, however, didn't seem to make anything of her mistake. Hermione composed herself once more and carried on as if nothing had happened.

"So…Um, what house are you in?" she asked casually, although she already knew the answer. Remus however seemed glad for the change of subject.

"Oh, I'm in Griffindor," he answered proudly, "With James, Sirius and Peter," he added, listing his closest friends.

Hermione eyes widened like saucers at the mention of Sirius's name. She had known that he must have been here, but she could scarcely believe it all the same. Having recovered from the shock of meeting Remus Lupin, she desperately wanted to see Sirius Black alive and well, however she knew that it was unlikely due to the circumstances.

"So, what about you? Assuming you still have houses, of course…" Remus asked, stretching his legs out across the coffee table.

"I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to say." Hermione threw him an apologetic glance, but he shrugged it off.

"Ok then, back to business," he concluded quickly, pulling several other textbooks from his bag. Hermione glanced at the covers, recognising each one.

"I've read those too," she muttered under her breath. She had a creeping feeling that Professor Lupin had already known this when he had taught their class in the third year.

Remus however, now simply looked up at her. "Are you serious?"

Hermione nodded, her cheeks burning.

"Only briefly, and I can't really perform many of the spells in them," she added hurriedly, at his raised eyebrows.

She took a seat next to Remus, whilst he checked his watch.

"Um, I only have another half hour 'til dinner," he said regretfully. "We can just talk until then." He added.

Hermione starting rummaging around in her own school bag, trying to shift the knowledge that the boy sat next to her, was actually her professor.

Remus, himself, was also shifting in his seat nervously, trying to play it cool. It had been a long time, since he had really liked a girl and he had the uncomfortable feeling that now was one of those times.

Admittedly, he had been with his fair share of girls, as part of the marauders, but they were usually the ones he didn't care too much for. It avoided getting into awkward situations about his monthly antics. No girl in her right mind would want to actually date a werewolf, he thought bitterly.

For a few moments, he sat, unconsciously staring at the chestnut brown hair cascading down Hermione's back, as she bent over her bag and finally withdrew a book. He noted with some satisfaction that it was a grade 6 book – one he had covered the previous year.

"Well, I've kind of been through this already, but we were studying some of the spells from it in class at the moment." She said by way of explanation.

Remus shifted his weight on the chair slightly, as Hermione moved closer to show him the book; too close for Remus to feel comfortable. He had the vague sensation of the hairs on the back of his neck beginning to tingle. The warmth of her body next to his was palpable and distracting, and it was making it very difficult to take note of what Hermione was now saying.

Finally realising that he was being handed the book he took it, flicking through the pages.

"Yeah, we've done most of this stuff already," he heard himself saying. Hermione looked pleased at this and rewarded him with a smile, which was quickly replaced by a frown.

"When exactly, should we meet?" She asked, in a business like tone. Remus suddenly choked and tried to suppress his panic, before realising that she was referring to her studies.

"Well," he stumbled, "I guess Friday's would be alright...Sirius and James are generally busy then." He refrained from mentioning exactly what Sirius and James were busy doing then.

"Sure, I can't exactly go anywhere between now and then, anyway," Hermione added, aggrieved. At this, Remus stood up, apparently battling with an inner conflict.

"See you Friday," he said eventually, and left Hermione staring confusedly after him.

* * *

"Remus! Where've you been?" James called loudly across the Griffindor table. Remus tried to shrug off the feeling that his friends weren't going to be too pleased with his answer.

"Arithmancy…Dumbledore wants me to take Arithmancy," he repeated more confidently, with what he hoped was a casual shrug. Unfortunately, James didn't seem to think that this was a good idea at all.

"I hope you told him where to get off then!" He answered, laughing. He gave his friend an odd look, when he received no reply. "You agreed, didn't you?" he said.

"I didn't have much choice," Remus growled, under his breath. James remained unperturbed, by this, however Sirius was eyeing Remus with a mixture of shock and distaste; his fork was raised halfway towards his mouth.

"When?" he asked simply. Remus could see that he was digging himself an even bigger hole.

"Friday." Sirius's face fell.

"What about Severus?" He shot a look across the table and lowered his voice. "What about the Marauders? You know what we have planned for next Friday." Remus feigned an apologetic shrug. He failed to mention that this was the exact reason he had chosen Friday. He didn't care that James and Sirius broke all the school rules, but he rarely actually bothered getting himself involved. Sirius however just gave him a look of exasperation.

"You do realise we're going to have to use Peter now?" He said, trying to lay on the guilt. "I mean, Wormtail's helpful enough, but I just don't think he has the brains to keep us out of trouble," he mumbled.

It took Remus a while to realise that James had long since disappeared from the conversation. He had obviously been distracted by the appearance of his girlfriend entering the lunch hall, and Sirius, noticing this too, decided to drop it as well.

* * *

It was a dark Friday evening when Remus arrived to give Hermione her first tutoring session. He had dug up several other books from the library in the hope that there would be some work Hermione hadn't covered, but he still couldn't understand why she needed extra tutoring if she was already so far ahead. He decided to take this up with her later.

Remus knocked carefully on her door, glancing at his watch and hoping that she wasn't taking a shower or busy, however he needn't have worried because Hermione answered the door almost immediately, and stood aside to let him in.

"Hi, I brought a few other books we could use," he said, slinging his bag off his back. It vaguely occurred to him, that he would never usually bother going to so much trouble for anyone, but brushed the thought aside. He looked up to face Hermione, who was wearing a low slung skirt and top.

"Do you not wear robes?" Remus asked. He watched Hermione's face crease up slightly.

"Yes, usually. I had to take it off though. It has my house badge on and people might get suspicious," she said by way of explanation.

Remus stood, unconsciously staring at her for a few moments, and felt the slightest disappointment when Hermione sat on the chair and began pulling out schoolbooks. Unusually so, he had not yet begun his own homework for the week and had the sinking feeling that most of his weekend would now be taken up by it.

He took a seat next to Hermione, trying desperately hard not to move too close. She had already found a page in her book and began asking him about it.

"It would be better if I could show you how to perform it," he said eventually, furrowing his eyebrows at the spell. Hermione nodded warily, obviously wondering how Remus could perform such a spell, when there was nothing to practice on.

"I guess we could try one of the house-elves," he suggested reasonably. He watched as Hermione's frown suddenly dissolved into anger.

"You can't do that!" she burst out, shocked.

Remus, confused by her reaction, continued, "Me and James do it all the time. It doesn't hurt them at all," he added quickly.

Hermione, however, shook her head vigorously. Instead, she took a sheet of parchment from her bag, along with a quill and began writing down the information Remus had told her earlier.

Remus sat watching her for a moment. He moved over, to see what she was writing and took a deep breath of her perfume. It reminded him of last summer he had spent down by the lake. He'd been with another girl then. Emma, he thought, remembering distantly the girl James had set him up with. She had been very pretty, but not the sort of girl he was into. Especially not after she found out about his 'dirty little secret', as Sirius kept jokingly reminding him.

Very few people wanted to be associated with a werewolf, and he guessed that she was probably equally as bitter about the trouble it had all caused. After she found out, she had been forced to promise not to tell anyone about it.

After a while, Hermione looked up, and seeing Remus's dazed look, smiled.

"Are you ok?" she asked gently. "Sorry if I'm taking up your time," she added, concerned. He caught her eye and faltered, not wanting her to know what he had just been thinking.

"No…No, it's no problem," he finished. "I guess I'm just tired. I was just thinking how much homework I'm gonna have to do tomorrow." She seemed to turn this over for a short moment.

"What homework is that?" she asked, interested.

"Um…Potions, History of magic and Transfiguration," he answered, ticking them off his fingers.

"Right, well can I help?" she asked slowly. She usually insisted on people learning things for themselves, but she felt slightly guilty that Remus had taken up his own time to tutor her already.

By the time they had both finished, it was closing in on nine o'clock and Remus had completed both his History of magic essay, as well as the Potions one.

Noticing the time, Remus stood up and shoved his books into his bag.

"Look, thanks for helping," he said, looking up into Hermione's soft brown eyes. She merely smiled at him.

"It's ok, I usually end up having to help out Ro…" she clamped her hand swiftly over her mouth again. "Sorry; I didn't mean to say that," she amended, going quiet. Remus stood up straight and felt distinctly uncomfortable as a wave of emotions, very awkward for a seventeen-year-old of an animalistic nature, to control, swept through him. Her perfume had, once more reached him, as if warning him of the situation. Hermione looked almost equally confused, but remained silent. Carefully, almost feverently, he reached and put a hand on her cheek.

He was briefly aware that he barely knew this girl, and it vaguely occurred to him that he didn't give a damn. He leant forwards slowly, feeling Hermione oblige, but at the last moment she jerked her chin from his hand.

"I can't do this," she mumbled, her eyes wide at the thought. She was about to add something about him being her teacher, but realised that she couldn't under the circumstances. Remus stared at her dumbstruck, mentally kicking himself at giving way to his feelings far too easily. He had placed himself in a dangerous a situation, and coming back to his senses, he knew that it could never happen again. Hermione made him too open and vulnerable.

"I'm sorry," he said simply, "It won't happen again." And with that, he picked up his bag and left.