Ok, first of all, I am not, I repeat NOT in favor of Hermione/Lupin. I merely wrote this because it sprung into my head almost fully formed, and whena good idea comes to me that easily, I write it down. Usually.
This first chapter can be read as a one-shot which is why I have it alone.
Lupin sat in the corner of the kitchen of Number 12 Grimauld Place, alone and staring absent-mindedly into his plate of meatballs, but he did not eat, seemingly lost in thought. Hermione had never seen anyone turn down a plate of Mrs. Weasley's meatballs before, so she sat down beside him. "What's wrong?" she asked. He said nothing, but grunted unhappily. "It's almost full moon, isn't it?" Lupin nodded. "What's it like? Being a werewolf, i mean." Hermione asked. Lupin shuddered apprehensively. "I'm sorry" Hermione managed. "I didn't mean to-" But Lupin smiled. "Curiosity and the thirst for knowledge is nothing to apologize for. Instead it should be rewarded with answers." Hermione smiled slightly at her former teacher's words. "It's horrible." he shuddered again. "The transformation, it's- It's like giant hands come down and force my body into positions it won't go into, crushing it. And as though a million needles were piercing my skin from the inside--Growing fur. You have no idea." "I know one thing," Hermione said thoughtfully. "I know what it's like to endure pain and be uncontrollably mean once a month." Lupin laughed, but then shuddered again as if remembering more torment. "Before James Peter and Sirius became Anamagi, it was even worse." he muttered, "I had this...urge to destroy, and nothing to take it out on but myself. Like the creature inside me was hungry, and I was it's only prey." He paused, shuttering, obviously reliving these many torturous nights. Hermione looked up into his face, her eyes welling up with tears. "You didn't deserve that," she said. "Nobody deserves that." Lupin added. He looked down on the girl, and to him she looked so--so innocent. She hadn't had such hardship in her life, but he thought that, somehow, she understood him better than anyone had before. She looked up at him, eyes wide, and leaned forward slightly. She kissed him, gently on the lips, before turning away, blushing. "I'm sorry" she said again, very quickly.
Lupin smiled. "Again, Nothing to apologize for." he said.
Review! Flames accepted, but if u liked it, please read the next chapter as well.
This first chapter can be read as a one-shot which is why I have it alone.
Lupin sat in the corner of the kitchen of Number 12 Grimauld Place, alone and staring absent-mindedly into his plate of meatballs, but he did not eat, seemingly lost in thought. Hermione had never seen anyone turn down a plate of Mrs. Weasley's meatballs before, so she sat down beside him. "What's wrong?" she asked. He said nothing, but grunted unhappily. "It's almost full moon, isn't it?" Lupin nodded. "What's it like? Being a werewolf, i mean." Hermione asked. Lupin shuddered apprehensively. "I'm sorry" Hermione managed. "I didn't mean to-" But Lupin smiled. "Curiosity and the thirst for knowledge is nothing to apologize for. Instead it should be rewarded with answers." Hermione smiled slightly at her former teacher's words. "It's horrible." he shuddered again. "The transformation, it's- It's like giant hands come down and force my body into positions it won't go into, crushing it. And as though a million needles were piercing my skin from the inside--Growing fur. You have no idea." "I know one thing," Hermione said thoughtfully. "I know what it's like to endure pain and be uncontrollably mean once a month." Lupin laughed, but then shuddered again as if remembering more torment. "Before James Peter and Sirius became Anamagi, it was even worse." he muttered, "I had this...urge to destroy, and nothing to take it out on but myself. Like the creature inside me was hungry, and I was it's only prey." He paused, shuttering, obviously reliving these many torturous nights. Hermione looked up into his face, her eyes welling up with tears. "You didn't deserve that," she said. "Nobody deserves that." Lupin added. He looked down on the girl, and to him she looked so--so innocent. She hadn't had such hardship in her life, but he thought that, somehow, she understood him better than anyone had before. She looked up at him, eyes wide, and leaned forward slightly. She kissed him, gently on the lips, before turning away, blushing. "I'm sorry" she said again, very quickly.
Lupin smiled. "Again, Nothing to apologize for." he said.
Review! Flames accepted, but if u liked it, please read the next chapter as well.