Not my first fanfiction, but the first of this pairing. Review and let me know if you're interested for more chapters. Thanks!

-Alessandra.

P.S. Je ne suis pas J.K. Rowling.

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She was sure it was only her imagination, but she swore he watched her.

Hermione Granger sat primly in her seat at the very first desk of the hall, her eyes trained delicately at the man commanding the front of the room.

"Now, who can tell me which creature has skin that can repel charms?"

She smirked to herself as she felt her hand shoot up. Easy.

"The Manticore, Professor Lupin."

She was right, of course; and, as always, she was rewarded with that signature lopsided smile.

"Correct again, Miss Granger."

Hermione sighed and tore her gaze away from his face. She had to stay focused. Exams were only a few weeks away. She didn't have the time to indulge in such distractions.

Her eyes were caught as he moved next to Terry Boot a few feet from her. She could see the stubble lining the hard edge of his jaw, and she swore she could smell musk about him. His gaze rose for a moment over Terry's head, and his hazy gray eyes pierced hers wordlessly for a moment. Hermione felt her breath catch in her throat.

Oh, and what distraction it was.

Hermione blushed and shook her head roughly, as if to dispel the thoughts lingering in her head. To think of a professor that way!

She was pulled from her less-than-appropriate thoughts by a voice behind her.

"Got a wrackspurt, do you?" Luna Lovegood was hovering behind Hermione, a shock of white blonde hair pulled up with what looked like seaweed, signature bottle caps rattling around her neck.

Hermione worked her features into a smile, trying to push his eyes out of her mind.

"No, just a headache. I'll be alright."

Luna shrugged her shoulders. "You think that at first, but by the time you figure it out, it's too late. Be careful, Hermione…"

The bushy haired Gryffindor struggled to keep from laughing.

"Of course, Luna…" she said, barely concealing a grin from her lips.

Professor Lupin's voice reached her ears from the front of the classroom. "That's it for today. Six inches of parchment on Manticores due tomorrow."

Hermione glanced up once before gathering her books only to find a pair of wolfish eyes watching her. She ducked her head abruptly and swept out of the room; sure her cheeks were a fiery crimson by now.

She couldn't see behind her as she hurried towards the Great Hall, but she swore that, upon turning round, she would find him pushed against the doorway, eyes on her.

If only she knew how right she was.

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