This is a different turn of my oneshot The Potions Partner – but that's more Hermione and Fred, rather than Remus and Hermione. But this one is more about the latter. It'll start off the same, but there'll (hopefully) be more chapters.

Also, I want a better title for this, so if any of you have any suggestions, please feel free to share.

Remus glanced at his Potions partner. She had dark brown hair tumbling in thick curls down her back, her eyes trained on Slughorn as he babbled on at James and Sirius about rules and responsibility and not blowing up potions. Her mouth twitched in a smile once or twice.

But Remus should've known her. He should've known this girl because they were sitting in seventh year Advanced Potions. He should've known this girl because she was sitting there wearing a Gryffindor tie.

But he didn't.

And that's what confused him.

What confused him more was when she turned and smiled warmly at him, looking as if this was just a regular day and as if she'd known him for seven years. But neither was the case.

Merlin, he was going to get a headache in this class.

"I don't remember her," James shrugged once Remus brought up the girl, "She doesn't even look that familiar."

"I'll fix that," Sirius grinned before sitting up from leaning on James' chair and putting a hand to magnify his voice, "OY! YOU!"

The girl looked up from Hogwarts: A History and blinked innocently at him.

"What's your name?" he called out, making Remus slap his hand to his blushing face as James chuckled.

She smiled back and closed her book, using her finger as a bookmark, "Hermione." Remus automatically remembered the name from a Shakespearean play, and remembered that he'd loved the name when he was younger, always telling his mum that he'd marry some girl named Hermione.

"Hermione! What's your last name?" Sirius continued on.

"Granger," she answered back simply, smiling a little.

"Should we know you?" he questioned.

She shook her head, "No."

"Okay," he grinned, both of them turning back to what they were doing previously, "Answer your question?"

Remus frowned at him, uncovering his face, "Merlin, you're an idiot."

He then tackled him and hugged him as tightly as he could, mushily calling out to the entire Common Room that he loved him as he ordered to be let go.

Remus groaned as he rubbed his eyes, glaring at the curtain of the Hospital Wing. He hated full moons. He hated his lycanthropy. He'd hated it since he was five. He'd hated it ever since he watched his mother break down in the middle of the living room, crying about how she couldn't fix her baby. He'd hated it ever since he'd started Hogwarts. The only time he was mildly okay with it was when James, Sirius and Peter accepted the fact that he was a werewolf and began their task of becoming Animagi.

But he'd never actually liked it.

He blinked in surprise as the curtain tore open, leaving Hermione to smile simply at him, a glass vial in her hand as she stepped closer to the bed.

"'Lo," she said as he scrambled to a sitting position.

"Err…hello," he said, eyeing her warily (and blushing just a bit), "Ummm…."

"I brought this for you," she held out the vial, "Don't put sugar in it."

"What is it?" he asked, eyeing the murky liquid sloshing around merrily in the glass.

But when he looked up, he realized that she'd left as soon as he'd taken the glass. He popped the stopper and sniffed it, wrinkling his nose at it. He glanced dully at the clock, counting down the moments to when he'd become a wolf, before sighing and tilting his head back to take it. He coughed as soon as it went down, wincing and setting the vial on the nightstand. He waited a few moments, but after nothing happened, he slumped against the pillow and sighed, going back to glaring at the curtain.

Remus blinked his eyes open, staring in shock at James and Sirius as Peter began throwing clothes at the teenager still lying in the middle of the Forbidden Forest.

"What was that?" he questioned as he sat up, taking the clothing and looking at them as if they might have the answer.

"I have no clue," Sirius shook his head before snorting, "Oy, put some pants on, will you?"

"I mean," he stood up and struggled to hop on one leg and stuff the other one in the pants leg, "That was just – "

"Wild," James finished, looking warily up at the moon, "I mean, you acted as if – "

"I was," Remus said, successfully putting on some pants and standing there barefoot and shirtless, "What happened?"

A cough made them turn and blink as Hermione leaned against a tree, smiling at them pleasantly and holding out the empty glass vial that Remus had left in the Hospital Wing.

"Wolfsbane potion," she said, tossing it lightly to the shirtless teenager, "It relieves some of the effects of lycanthropy and allows the werewolf to control his or her thoughts while transformed."

"Pretty advanced stuff," James crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at her, "You're not from here are you?"

She smirked back, knowing exactly what he meant, "No, I'm not."

"Why are you here?" Sirius questioned.

She shrugged, swaying a little on the trunk, "Spreading some good in places that aren't mine to be in."

"Why me?" Remus asked.

She smiled, "I know you, Remus. Not from here, though, later on." She stood up, walking a little away before grinning and turning back, "Oh, by the way, nice abs." She winked as Remus did a double take to find that he still didn't have a shirt, and giggled once he scrambled to shove one over his head.

"So – Granger," she looked startled as Sirius' arm crept over her shoulders, "Are you, by any chance, seeing anybody?"

She blinked at him before looking dully at Remus as he sat down across from her at the table, "Is he for real?"

"I don't really know anymore," he sighed, shaking his head as James sat down on the other side of her and chuckled.

"Sirius Black, if you don't get your arm off of my person, I'll hex it off," she frowned at him, "Do I make myself clear?"

"But your person is hot!" he exclaimed, making her blink at him in shock before going into a fit of giggles.

"Oh great, Padfoot, look what you've done," James huffed, "You've broken her!"

"I've just never heard that adjective used to describe me," she laughed, grinning over at Remus, "Smart, bookish, yeah, I've heard that but…." She went into another fit of giggles, shrugging off Sirius's arm as she did. "No, I'm not dating anybody, and the idea of me dating you anywhere in the future looks hopelessly bleak."

"Damn it," he cursed, frowning down at his plate before grinning, "Oh well, there's always other fish in the sea."

Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled, shaking her head before standing up and leaving the Marauders behind.

Sirius smirked across at Remus, "See, Moony? Your little girly's available."

James chuckled as Remus glared across the table at him.

"Oh shut up, Padfoot," he said before getting up and following Hermione's lead.

Sirius chuckled as soon as he was out of earshot, grinning over at his best friend, "He didn't deny it."

James rolled his eyes and grinned back, "Padfoot, leave 'em alone. Moony might not appreciate it, and I don't know about Hermione enough to know if she even likes him back. Just let it lie, Sirius."

He rolled his eyes back at him, shaking his head, "Look, Prongsie, how many dates has Moony ever been on?"

Peter and James both had to count it out aloud before deciding on none.

"Exactly," he crossed his arms over his chest, "And do you know why?"

"He…doesn't brush his hair?" Peter prompted.

"Well, okay, he doesn't do that, but it's because he's afraid of girls finding out about you know what and being scared of him. Hermione's the only girl who knows and won't push him away. Hell, do you remember what she did for him?"

James rubbed his chin, looking down at the tabletop before wincing, "If you're wrong, Padfoot…."

"I'm not wrong, I'm – "

"I mean if this is just some big joke – "

"I'm not joking, I'm serious!"

James's eyes narrowed, "Did you do the Sirius-serious thing again?"

He blinked back, "I didn't even notice, actually. I meant the other one this time."

"Oh," he said blankly before going back on topic, "Look, just…don't let him find out it's you, alright? He might not appreciate it."

Sirius beamed before mussing up James's hair and bounding out of the Great Hall with a loud "whoop!"

I'll break it off there so I have more to write about later.

But if you're interested in Fred and Hermione as well, you can go check out The Potions Partner as well, it's still on my profile. And remember that I could use some help with the naming of this as well.

Thanks for everything,

Ava