Summary: Remus never married after the war. He wasn't interested in anything, but books and parchment. Until the bastard Moony inside him does a terrible thing to a friend…
A/N: Yes, I know, Remus died. But I was so happy after I wrote this fanfiction. I loved the thought that Remus would be alive again, and I know the summary above doesn't match the one before you clicked, but it's the same story, so I do hope you enjoy, although it's quite short, I'll just keep updating whenever I can. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own (sadly) Harry Potter
"Hello, Remus," Hermione greeted as she walked in the room. They were currently sitting in The Burrow, waiting for Christmas to come, although they had another month to wait. Oh Molly. She insisted they come early. "Hey, Hermione," he replied after looking up from his book. She wore a smile on her face, and looked beautifully in it. What are you thinking, Moony? She's only 18! Snap out of it! He shook his head, and rubbed his eyes. He winced as he accidentally bumped his hand into a bruise.
"Tough week, it is, isn't it?" she asked, looking worried. He nodded, understanding she was mentioning his Full Moons. He just hated them. His last was today, thank Merlin, but he couldn't help feeling hatred. It sometime after 4:00pm, and at exactly 6:00, he would transform into the monster he is.
The kitchen was soon filled with everybody that was staying. The volume was decreased after Molly put down the plates. "Eat up!"
Nobody said anything after that. They just started munching and eating. Remus quietly stood up from his chair, and walked out of the kitchen. No one noticed this, however, because Remus was always quiet, and it didn't make such a difference. Hermione noticed that he was gone, though, and she frowned. Poor Remus, always feeling left out. She let out a sigh, finished her dinner, and walked out the same direction. She wanted to find Remus, to let him know he should be all right, that he shouldn't be worried. But, as always, the over protective two-thirds of the Golden Trio came up from behind her and she faked a smile. Harry and Ron started talking about Quidditch, and that's when she sneaked away, outside, and ran out to the meadow.
She had always loved this place. It was full of life, and chirps. She closed her eyes, and breathed in fresh air. "Hermione, what are you doing here?" a voice behind her asked. She opened her eyes and turned around. There, sitting under a giant tree, sat Remus Lupin. She smiled, and walked over to sit next to him. He smiled, but also felt a little down , because he knew she had to leave in a few minutes. "Hermione..." he started.
"Don't worry. I'm leaving in a few minutes, and if you were going to ask why I was here, well, I escaped from those worrysomes. Argh, they're so overprotective." She said. Remus chuckled, "Well, they certainly don't want to lose a special girl." She blushed, and looked up. The sun was falling. "I'd better be going, Remus. I'll see you tomorrow." Hermione said as she stood up, "Have a safe night." He nodded.
"Night, Hermione." He said. She hugged him and bid a safe night again. He chuckled, and hugged her back. She suddenly became very aware that she had little time to get back. She pulled away, and waved. She ran to the house, and Remus stared at her back.
He smiled, and collapsed onto the ground. He knew he had felt something, a tingle, or something, that told him he felt something for Hermione. He shook his head. No way, she's 20 years younger than me. She wouldn't…