Okay! Chapter 4! I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. I would love it if you could start leaving reviews telling em what you like and what you dislike? No hate, just some constructive criticism. This is my first story uploaded to Fanfiction even though I have been using it for years. I write fanfiction for a few Facebook pages, but I'm glad I can do it on here to get to an audience that probably wants to see some! Again, if you want to see more please give the story a favorite and a follow! And once more I am not JK Rowling (unfortunately)...

~Notesandlit123

We sat down so we were facing each other over the table and put my elbows on the top of it and rubbed my eyes. This was going to be a tough conversation. I took a long look at Remus. For someone in his mid-thirties, Remus did not look aged. Although he had dark circles under them, his big, hazel eyes still shone brightly. His soft hair hung down over his face and his mouth was slightly parted as if he was getting ready to say some thing.

'I think you should put a sound muffling charm on the room, Remus' I said. He reached into to his pocket and pulled out his wand.

'Mufflaito' Remus said, calmly. After that we both just looked at each other. Who would be the first to speak?

'Remus, I...' I began but could not finish.

'Hermione, I think that I should tell you something.' Remus said, quietly. 'For a while now, I have had... I've had growing feelings. Feelings for you that maybe...maybe I should not have.' My heart was beating extremely fast.

'Remus, please...' I started.

'... but I can not keep them to myself any longer. I had to tell you. I was going to on the day before you left for Hogwarts but then... well you know what happened. I've been trying to fight them, but I just can't.', Remus finished. My heart was pounding in my chest by now. I looked at him. What else did I see behind those eyes? There was more than just the man that had taught me a few years ago. More than just Remus, if there was such thing as 'just Remus'. I had always admired him. He was so, incredibly intelligent, he was kind and he was witty. He had not turned bitter and cold as many do when they lose someone very close to them. I reached over the table and took his hand.

'Remus. I, I want you to know that... that I feel the same.' I said slowly and just as quietly. Remus smiled a little but it vanished just as quickly as it came. 'W what's wrong?' I asked. But I knew what was coming.

'Hermione..'

'Remus, I don't care. I know what you're going to say and I don't care.' I said urgently. He was worried. He was scared because he had lycanthropy. He was a werewolf.

'Hermione, please understand that I am dangerous. I become dangerous. I can not endanger you more than I already have. When Molly invited me here I told her that I shouldn't be around you. But she wouldn't have it.' He said as he looked at the table.

'Remus, look at me', he looked up slowly. 'It changes nothing.' We sat in silence for a while.

'Okay. Well. Hermione, we need to remember you are still underage.' Remus said, looking right into my eyes. 'When you turn 17 then... well then we can talk about whatever you may want to happen.'

'I understand' I replied. 'I turn 17 next September.'

'That long? Okay, well. As I said.', Remus looked at me. 'I don't encourage seacrecy between friends, Hermione... but maybe it would be best not to mention this to Harry and Ron, or anyone else that for that matter.'

'No, no I agree, don't worry.' I said taking a breath. Remus squeezed my hand.

Maybe this wouldn't turn out as bad as I thought it would.

The next few days were quite calm. I think that we were all recovering from Christmas and were getting ready for New Years. Remus and I would stay up for hours having conversations about everything and anything.

'...But do we have the right to keep grindylows from certain parts of the world? Why should our rights come before theirs?' I questioned one night as we discussed magical creatures interacting with muggles.

'That's a very good question and one that is very hard to answer.' Remus said.

'Since a very young age I've been so intrigued by questions like that. You know, philosophy and ethics. Why are we on this earth? What is the meaning of life?' I said truthfully.

'I think we are on this earth for many reasons. One of them being to never live a life you don't want to live. I can not contemplate an overall purpose of existence, but I do know that we need to make the lives we do lead count. Because you only get one life. You only get one chance. So we have to make the most of it, share it with each other. Revel in all it's beauty. Enjoy life together. We need to feel everything. Happy, sad, ecstatic, tired, energized, hate, love.' He said. I noticed his eyes light up as he spoke.

'I love the way your eyes seem to come alive when you talk about something that you are truly passionate about.' I said without even thinking. I blushed a little.

'Haha, well , Hermione. Life would be a little boring without a little life.'

We spent most nights like that, just talking. Sometimes about ourselves, sometimes about Hogwarts. About everything. I was already feeling so much better than I had been recently. When I was with Remus, he showed me that there was still hope. He had brought me to life again. He had caught me like you do a falling glass cup - just in time. And it was these times with Remus that reminded me that as long as we remembered the happiness and contentment that came with love and friendship, we could never truly lose ourselves to darkness, to hate, to Voldermort.