A/N: Hello! I decided to write the second chapter earlier than usual. So here it is. I hope you guys like this. I don't know if you do because you don't review but, I hope I get feedback. Oh, well. R/R!

Lessons of Patronus, Lessons of Love?

"Professor Lupin!" Harry panted, chasing after the busy teacher. He looked at Harry for a split second and then went back to arranging his papers while walking. Seeing he was left, Harry caught up.

"Oh, well, hello Harry. I'm sorry to have not noticed you. I'm quite busy today." He said cheerfully.

"Professor, I was just going to ask you about Hermione, because she asked me to tutor her about the patronus."

"Ah, yes. She approached me too. Quite frightened, the poor girl. But I was too busy to attend to her, I recommended…why I recommended you." He stopped for a moment and looked at Harry.

"That's what I was going to talk to you about. I don't think I can't handle it." Harry sighed.

"Why not? You are James' son. I'm sure you can do it better than any student here. And because I also taught you of course." He chuckled.

"I don't know professor. It looks dangerous. I mean what if something goes wrong?" Harry asked concerned.

"You'll be alright. Do not fret. Here's what I'm thinking. Give me the schedule of your practices, and I'd check occasionally. You don't have to wait for me and notice me, I could just be peeping through the keyhole and watching, alright? If anything goes wrong I'd be in the office the whole time. I'll tell you if I'm going somewhere else. Is that fine with you?"

Harry was thinking real hard. Was he up to the challenge and put his friend's life in his hands? Was he capable of the responsibility given to him? He looked at Lupin who was arranging his papers once again. Finally he took a deep breath.

"Oh, alright." He smiled.

"Excellent. Tell me when you'll start. I'll give you a boggart soon. I have to find one though. Well, I guess that's it. If you excuse me, I have matters to discuss with Professor McGonagall about Charms…"

"Charms?" Harry asked. "Shouldn't you be asking Professor Flitwick?"

"That is the problem, my boy, you see, Professor Flitwick is in the hospital ward today, I'm afraid. Almost collapsed from all the running he did. And to top that, crowds of students ran on him on the way to your House. There was quite a commotion there. I believe it was about the Dementors? Well, we were going to talk about who will fill in to his classes while he rests."

"Oh, that sounds painful. Thanks Professor." Turning around, Harry went back to his House.

"Checkmate," Ron said quite pleased with himself. The only way he got noticed was because of his chess skills.

"Thanks for the Chocolate Frogs, Hermione! I hope I get Monswick Varploon."

"Come on. Don't think that just because you won means you are rich already. That was just a couple of frogs. And besides those were stored months ago. Probably have insects crawling in there."

"You're just jealous because you lost…again." Ron grinned, feeling very confident. Hermione's jaw dropped.

"Oh, you think so? Well, no thanks for reminding me, but I still have half a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. You're on!"

"Alright. Here's my bet." Ron pushed his share on the center of the table, beside the chessboard. Harry laughed seeing how much there was.

"THREE jellybeans. That is unfair!" Hermione retorted.

"Well, I figured that since you're losing anyway, why give the whole thing. It's going to come back to me and end here all along," Ron touched his tummy and licked his lips.

Harry sat down beside Ron and watched the game. This was one of the few things Hermione wasn't into.

"Oh, my queen! You ate my queen!" Hermione shouted her hands waving in the air.

"Well, you placed it by my pawn. What was it supposed to do?"

"Well, if your murderous pawn didn't eat my queen, it could've eaten your horse and finally checkmated your king! I was supposed to win!"

"And you didn't. Checkmate." Ron smiled, answering calmly. "Come on Hermione, it was just a bag of beans."

"It wasn't! I was supposed to make a huge leap! Change the course of chess history! In other words, I was this close to beating you!" Hermione's two fingers were almost an inch apart.  

"You know what, I can do this for a living." Ron nudged to Harry, as they continued to watch Hermione go ballistic.

"Maybe you should start at the boy's dormitories." Harry suggested and, with that thought in his head, Ron stood up and went there.

"This is so frustrating! I cannot believe that because of a single pawn, my whole strategy was ruined! I cannot bring myself to face that chessboard again." Hermione looked up. "What?" she asked.

"I think you're a little exaggerated about all of this. It was just a game."

"It was not just a game. Did you see how that man acted? The one we call friend? No, he just placed three because he's going to win anyway. Hah! But what if I did win? Look at how boastful he has been!" Hermione kept on ranting about the game, when Harry just rubbed her shoulders a bit and answered, "Just so you know, I said yes."

Hermione stopped blabbing. "Said yes to what?"

"Well, don't you know?"

"Know what?" Hermione was getting confused now.

"About the lessons."

"What les- Oh! Of course! Thank you so much! I'm very grateful!" Hermione squealed and giggled and hugged Harry so many times.

"So when do we start?" she asked.

"Well, when do you want to start? You're the one taking the lesson."

"And you're the one with all those admirers following all the time." They both laughed. "So when are you available, professor?" she asked.

"We start, the day after tomorrow, alright?"

"Okay. Goodnight, and thanks so much. You don't know how grateful I am." With one quick hug, Hermione went to her dormitory.

"You don't know how grateful I am too," Harry whispered as he sat on the couch and thought of what would happen the day after next.

Hermione walked out of the Gryffindor House. Trying to make as little noise as possible, she made her way to the corridors leading to the History of Magic Classroom. A quick shiver tickled her spine, at the thought that she would see a dementor again, face to face, or rather in front of each other since she never really wanted the hood to lower in front of her. Looking back once in a while, she was almost there, as she turned around a corner, a lamp hit her face. She gasped and fell on the floor to look up to Filch.

"Well, if it isn't little miss perfect. What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I'm going to the History of Magic Classroom, for lessons. Harry will teach me. We've got permission from Professor Lupin." Filch gave a grunt and hurried on as if nothing happened. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and went on.

Knocking lightly, Hermione sat and waited outside, looking around, just in case someone passed by. Harry heard the faint noises and turned to open the door. Hermione was there, in her silk pearl-colored nightgown and he in his red pajamas. Coming in, greetings were exchanged and Hermione sat down on a chair as Harry continued to prepare the things they used. Remus dropped off the cabinet with the boggart in it just a few moments before, one of the reasons why Harry left first. He could very well tell that Hermione is nervous and a bit concerned. Putting a few broken bits of chocolate on a saucer he asked Hermione a few questions, just so to free her from the tension she was obviously experiencing.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" he started.

"Oh, quite fine. A little nervous, but fine." She smiled, one of those smiles, Harry just wanted to take a photo of but couldn't. She gave those smiles far too spontaneously.

"That's probably how I felt too. Scared and worried. I do hope you are sure about this though." He answered, just to make sure.

"Yes. I'm positive. I have to get through with this." She took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Well, as Remus told me, the Patronus Charm is one of the most complex magic, highly advanced he said. Beyond Ordianry Wizarding Level." Harry walked . "It acts like a shield, a protection from the dementor. That's how it works in case you were wondering."

"I do believe that. I don't think we have to zero in on that. Also, I know how it looks like and how it's made. You taught me when we were in third year, remember?"

"It was quite rushed, though."

"Well, now we have all the time we need. How about we try hands-on?" She stood up from her seat and grabbed her wand, which she had hidden somewhere in her dress.

"Right. Ok. When I open the door, you concentrate on a happy memory and shout Expecto Patronom."

"Expecto Patronum, Expecto.." Hermione uttered repeatedly.

"One, two, three…GO!" Harry let go of the cabinet, he also holding his wand. They both had the same fear, so he just had to be ready. Hopefully when it sees Harry it becomes confused.

"Expecto Patronum! Expecto Patronum!" Hermione shouted, her eyes shut tightly, concentrating as much as she could. A rush of cold came over them and the scary image of the Dementor was completely felt. Hermione kept on yelling the incantation, little smokes of silver spurting frome her wand, and as the boggart moved backward, Harry pushed the cabinet door back, closing it once more. Checking on Hermione, who was nearly collapsing, Harry took the saucer of chocolate and ran to her aid.

"Wha-What?" she first asked as she came to her senses.

"You fell back, it's alright now though. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. How did I do?" Hermione asked curiously, greatly anticipating the results of her first try.

"Well, you did great. There was silver smoke coming out from the tip, though it was not continuous and stopped coming out, it comes back. That's very impressive for a first try." Harry beamed, reassuring her friend.

"Well, that's great! How long before we try again?"

"I don't know. Probably when you still can." Harry hoped she just said no, but instead, determination was searing through Hermione's veins. The same determination he had when he was studying it.

"I can do it." Hermione stated. "Expecto Patronum..Expecto Patronum…Expecto…"she continued practicing, as she saw a long silver spark in her wand.

"Wow! That was great! Can I try on the boggart again? Please." Hermione pleaded. Harry was thinking about it. He almost died of panic when Hermione fell down, he didn't know if he could go through with it again. But Hermione's pleas were so insistent.

"Fine, one last try." Harry soon gave in as Hermione jumped up and down, regaining her energy. "You might want to change your happy memory, if you could think of something better. I do that too." Hermione nodded and then closed her eyes once more. She was mouthing the incantation over and over.

Harry once more gave the signal and the boggart came bursting again, as the Dementor's form.  Its's hooded figure made Hermione stand back, but she pointed her wand and glared at the creature. Harry was taken aback as well, but stayed on the background to give Hermione some space. Hermione was perspiring as the boggart approached her.

"Expecto Patronum!" she cried out once more, louder than ever. But she needed more strength, the first encounter was a bit too much for her. With a last breath of air, she fell down once again.

"Hermione! Ridikulus!" Harry cried at the boggart and shoved it in the cabinet. Rushing to his friend, he gave her another bar of chocolate. She wasn't moving though, and Harry panicked. "Hermione, Hermione! Wake up!" he cried. Should I call Remus now? If I go, what if she came back to her old self, and I'm not there to help her? What do I do? Harry was nearly crying. He was looking around, seeing if Remus gave him something else, but there was nothing. Looking at Hermione, brows knitted together in worry and fear, he shook her a little bit. But there was something on the young girls face, telling Harry, everything was alright. Something he always wanted to see. The smile. Harry, wiped his dampened eyes. It was as if he wanted to sneak and get a camera, and finally take a picture of this rare look. But instead of standing up, he felt himself lowering down. Slowly, gently his head descended, and Hermione turned to his side, as if to meet his lips. Their lips brushed as Harry' cheeks grew red, and accidentally nudged her head and her delicate smile turned to a frown as curiosity struck her.

"Har-ry.."she murmered.

"Shhh…here eat this.." Harry whispered, relieved she was okay, but still annoyed at his hand. He quickly took a few bars of chocolate and helped Hermione eat it. Few beads of sweat are in her forehead, probably from the heat or from her task today. He got a hanky, which he didn't know he had and wiped her forehead dry.

"Thanks," she murmured, chewing on the chocolate.

"I think that's enough for today." Harry answered, a bit happy it was all over. Hermione nodded and tried to get up. Stumbling back down, Harry helped her.

"Here, lean on me." He volunteered as Hermione placed back bunches of her flowy hair backward. It was still bushy though not as much, Hermione brushed her hair more often, and through only that, gave her hair a shiny look. One of the many Harry adored. It was a sweet picture, Hermione's head resting on his shoulder, her arm across Harry's waist, both laughing and joking around.

"So what did you think of anyway?" Harry asked, curious at the memory Hermione could've been concentrating on, as they walked out of the room. Hermione refused to be carried like she was this goody-goody, saying there's no trouble since she can walk anyway.

"Well, I actually thought of two things. First when my mum and dad went to the beach when I was a little girl. It sounds cheesy, I know, but I really loved that. It was fun and I don't know, but there was something that made me remember it forever. Well, the second one was when I got accepted in Hogwarts. I was so excited, I remember and we had a lot of laughs trying to find the Leaky cauldron and everything. Not that happy memories for you, I know."

"They sound great to me. I've never been to the beach before. I don't know if I've been there. It sure sounds fun."

"I don't have to ask you what you think of. Winning the World Cup, having Remus back, there are lots of things, am I correct?"

"Yes, but not quite, there are a lot of things I remember. Everyday I think of something wonderful to reminisce about."

"Or someone," Hermione replied. Harry was shocked. Did she know?

"Or someone," Harry repeated coolly, so as not to let Hermione notice anything.

"I bet it was seeing your dad, remember, Prongs? Or probably Hagrid becoming our Care of Magical Creatures Professor again." Apparently Hagrid saved Malfoy from a creature he messed with, and Hagrid was luckily there and talked to the thing. Nobody knows about it, they don't know what it's even called, and because of so much fear, Malfoy even forgot how it looked like. Hagrid though, refused to tell, probably forgot it too. Rumor has it that Malfoy squealed like a damsel in distress and ran up a tree, calling for his daddy. Can't even use spells, his hands were shaking from so much fright he wasn't unable to concentrate.

Harry was relieved. He nodded to all the people Hermione gave, but dared not say more. In no time at all, they were in front of the fat lady.

"Pemission from Professor Lupin," Harry replied when the fat lady gave them a suspicious look.

"Excuses, excuses," she muttered as the painting swung.

"Well, thanks Harry for the wonderful lesson."

"Thanks too, for your trust." Harry answered. Hermione gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight," she whispered.

"Night," he replied as he watched Hermione go up the stairs, glance at him upon hearing his final greeting for the night, and going in. His hands on his pajama pockets, he went up as well, thinking of what their next meeting would be like.

A/N: Tan, tan, tan tan!!!! End of chapter 2!!! Please review! Please review! Rah! Rah! Rah! Monswick Varploon belongs to me. Read What's held Within for more info about him. If you liked this, read that too! And review! Anyways, I'm hoping for double the amount of reviews I have before I continue. Ok? Great…that's all…oh, and email me if you want silver_prowess@yahoo.com so that's all. I guess…Bye!