So this is my first time writing something on here, thought I'd start with a Hermione/Remus story. I really love this pairing, and I just hope I can do them justice.
Disclaimer - I don't anything apart from the plot, and the packet of popcorn I've got sitting next to me.
Chapter 1 - Lost
The air was thinning out around me. I needed to get out of the fog, but wherever I looked I could only see darkness. I could hear something faint in the distance, it sounded like shouting,crying. I took off towards it, never giving a thought to the fact that the owner of the voice may not be someone I wanted to come across.
The shouting grew louder, and I got more hopeful that maybe I'd find my way out. I wanted to get back to my friends, my family. I thought I saw something flicker, and like a moth drawn to a flame, I changed my course and ran to it. My apprehension started to disappear. 'Pull yourself together Hermione, you've been in worse situations.'
Just as I thought I'd come to the end of darkness, I head someone shouting my name.
"Hermione"
I skidded to a stop, looking desperately around, trying to find the owner of the voice"
"Hermione!"
That voice was familiar, I'd heard it before. It reminded me of someone...
"Hermione, wake up!"
With a start, I sat up. I hadn't realised I'd dozed off. And now everybody was looking at me with amusement in their eyes. Harry, Ron, Sirius and Remus were all sitting in the lounge at Grimmauld Place, Harry on the floor, as I'd took the length of the sofa.
"Sorry, it was a long night last night" I said, embarrassed. My eyes drifted to meet Remus' hoping not to find disappointment in them.
'Wait, why am I thinking that? I don't need Remus to approve of my sleeping habits, he's just a friend'
'Yeah, a friend you think of constantly, and who makes you're stomach go in knots everytime you see him' Great, now I was arguing with myself.
"It's fine Hermione, it was funny hearing you snore anyway. That was the only reason we woke you, we couldn't hear ourselves think" joked Sirius, a twinkle in his grey eyes.
I rolled my eyes, knowing full well that I do not snore. I picked up the book that I must have dropped and carried on reading it, letting the boys, my boys, drift back into their conversation, about a new broom that had came out.
'My boys' I thought, a small smile on my face.
