Author's Note: Ok, so this is your basic Remus/Hermione fic, though i think it to be rather original for most RL/HG fics I've read. There is NO time travel involved. er...i don't own it obviously. oh, and this is my first posted fanfic, so be nice-ish. flame if you must. constructive criticism is appreciated. raving reviews are rewarded with m&m's, unless you're allergic to chocolate, in which case i have fruit chews, unless you have braces, in which caese...well, you get the picture. So off we go!

one more note... Italics are either remus or hermione's thoughts. they're usually labeled pretty clearly, so you shouldn't get too terribly confused.

ok, now you can go.

Chapter 1

"Fred and George Weasley!"

The twins looked up from the meal they had previously been shoveling in at the usual sound of their names being shouted down the stairs.

"Time to go Gred?"

"Definitely Forge."

The twins ran out the door, leaving a table full of Weasleys and order members quite befuddled…until they saw a very green and very angry Hermione come running down the stairs.

"Where did those Weasels go!?" she shouted angrily.

Ginny pointed at the door, trying to suppress her laughter as Hermione ran outside. The kitchen remained silent until Remus Lupin spoke up

"She wears it well."

Ginny couldn't contain herself any longer and burst into laughter as the rest of the kitchen did the same when they heard the twins' pleas from outside,

"Really Hermione- is this- necessary?" George pleaded.

"It was just- a bit of fun." Fred panted, running as fast as his legs could carry him, away from the very irate Hermione that was gaining on him rapidly.

"I'll show you fun!" She shouted back, firing jinxes at the twins as they jumped and dodged desperately.

Back in the kitchen most had gone back to eating except Remus Lupin, who continued to watch the chase from the window.

"It'll be interesting to see how many pieces they'll be in when she's done with them." He remarked

Mrs. Weasley snorted and replied, "Well they can fix themselves this time. Honestly, pulling a prank on Hermione of all people…"

"Even me and Ron are smart enough not to do that." Harry added.

"And for good reason." Ron said as the twins were led into the kitchen by wand point, followed by a triumphant Hermione. Though she was still green, she was by far a better sight than the twins, who were sporting pink bat bogeys on their purple skin, and on top of that, yellow boils, which judging by the careful movements of the twins, didn't stop at their arms.

Lupin winced, "That's a doozy, Hermione. That rivals some of the pranks the marauders pulled back at Hogwarts, and there was four of us."

"Were any of you turned green?" She asked.

"No, but I believe James turned Sirius pink for a day or two." Remus replied, smirking at Sirius who was eating at the table.

Sirius looked up.

"Not everyone can wear pink and look as good as I did either." He boasted.

Remus leaned towards Hermione and whispered, "Believe me, pink is not his color. I have pictures to prove it."

She giggles and remarked, "Green really isn't my color either."

He smiled.

"No, it really isn't, but I think we can fix that easily enough."

He waved his wand and her skin returned to it's normal color.

"Thank you!" She exclaimed. She hugged him, feeling oddly at home in his arms, not knowing that he felt the same. When they finally let go it was reluctantly, and they stood in an awkward silence, the rest of the kitchen unaware.

Hermione felt her cheeks begin to tighten in an inevitable blush and turned around quickly, walking back to the table. She sat quietly, trying to ease her way into the quidditch conversation the boys were having, and failing miserably, though a certain werewolf still watching her didn't exactly help matters


Remus stood, not having moved, wondering how he could be feeling this way again towards another. He had sworn to himself that he would never feel that way for anyone. He refused to put anyone, including himself, through that again. Werewolves weren't meant to find love. They are dark creatures, destined for nothing other than quiet solitude, deserving of that solitude.

'I refuse to let this happen again!' Lupin thought to himself, feeling his emotions once again harden as he looked away to the stairs, his feet following his eyes, back to his room…back to solitude.


Hermione slowly exhaled, hearing his footsteps on the stairs, sounding farther and farther away until a door closed behind them. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply.

'it was only a hug. It happens between friends. That is all you are and will ever be…friends' She repeated to herself in her head. Hermione was a rational girl and she knew right from wrong, and possible from impossible.

'He's your teacher!' She shouted at herself silently, and it was true. He would be returning to Hogwarts once again for her 6th year, an event she had been looking forward to, but now…she wasn't so sure.

She would never admit it, but she had fancied him since her 3rd year. He was no Lockhart in looks, but he had an intellect she admired greatly, which was better than looks anyway. Besides, he had that rugged look, which to Hermione was irresistible. But like she'd shouted at herself before, he's a teacher, you're a student, and he doesn't like you like that.

'It won't happen…ever.'

And with that thought she excused herself to the room she shared with Ginny, and though it was early morning still, she fell into the much needed comfort of sleep.