A/N: I just wanted you know I'm updating the story, so you will find some corrections of the previous chapters and some new notes. :)
I hope you are enjoying the story, which is going to be more and more interesting. ;) (Reviews are welcome)
Remus woke up with a big smile on his face. He felt rejuvenated; his hormones were raging like when he was a teenager. He wasn't accustomed anymore. Actually, he couldn't even remember last time he was in love. "To love and be loved in return… One of the best things on earth. This is one thing we share with Muggles" Lupin thought. "It feels like the world where you live, suddenly has changed. But in truth, it's not the world, it's your perception that changes… I do feel different."
Hermione spent most part of the night going further with the reading of the book. Every page was a new discovery, and she wanted to practice as soon as possible what she was learning. She considered the fact that, having an affair with an older man, would be much better, because "he knows what he wants, he's already achieved a balance and, last but not least, he knows how to treat a woman". Hermione smiled mischievously. "He's way too hot!" She sighed.
They had agreed to meet the following day, and go for a picnic in Regent's Park.
So, the both of them prepared for the event. Hermione exaggerated with the mascara and eyeliner. She was almost unrecognisable. She wanted to be charming and to impress him. "Today I'll show him the woman I've become", she said to herself. Besides, makeup made her feel confident. As for the professor, he had a long shower, shaved his beard -leaving the moustache- chose his best clothes and wore Calvin Klein perfume. "Time to go" he said having a look at his watch.
They met in front of the London Zoo at half past one. In order to overcome embarrassment, they decided to start eating, sharing the food they had brought. Remus couldn't almost breath due to Hermione's beauty. He had never seen her like this before, and thinking that she was there for him made him crazy. Meanwhile Hermione was contemplating the man, who was dressed with a white shirt, grey trousers and a brown cloak on (wizard style, which really suited him). While eating, Remus laid eye on her legs, which showed from her tiny purple skirt. He wanted to touch that silky skin.
After lunch Hermione lied-down on the grass and Remus went next to her, taking her hand.
"You are so beautiful, Hermione" he whispered and approached to kiss her hair. "You are perfect"
"Come closer to me, Remus…" She replied. "…I want to smell your perfume" He gently hugged her and she leaned her head on his chest. She felt protected under his arms "I would stay like this for eternity".
Time flied. They spent the whole afternoon cuddling and walking hand in hand along the park.
"I'm hungry, Remus… Shall we have something to eat?"
"Where would you like to go?"
"I know a place where we can eat well and have an intimate atmosphere…"
"Alright. Show me, darling"
Hermione took him to a Mexican restaurant in Leicester Square. She suggested him to try chicken wings, which were pretty good. The waiter was gentle and contributed to make them feel at ease.
Remus didn't know how much he should dare with Hermione; he wanted to kiss her again and again… But since he was unsure of her reaction, he decided to be a gentleman and not to risk. He just looked at her intensely, his hand under the chin. The clever witch read his nonverbal cues and figured out what he was thinking. She stood up and sat on his knees; he had only the time to open his mouth in surprise than she put her hands on his cheeks and kissed him hard. When their tongues met she sighed and he felt a thrill up his spine.
"We ought to celebrate!" Hermione said then.
"Celebrate for… what?"
"Our first date"
"The first of a series" Remus smiled shyly at her.
"Champagne for the lovers" the waiter said bringing a bottle for them.
Hermione was so cheerful she exaggerated with the liquor. As a result, thirty minutes later, when they had finished the dinner, she was quite drunk and couldn't help but laugh gaily at whatever Remus was saying.
"I've never seen you like that, Hermione"
"What the matter is with yeu?"
"You are drunk, my dear"
"Not eeven that drunk, actouually"
"Of course not" Remus had to take her, before she fell down. He realised he had to do something, so he took a snap decision. He picked her up and disapparated with her.
They apparated at the entrance of a light grey house. "Where are we?"
"This is where I live. You need to rest." He carried her upstairs and laid her on his bed, which was big enough for them. "You'll stay with me, tonight."
"M-m"
"Goodnight" Remus kissed her on the forehead and turned the light off. The werewolf went near Hermione, who was already asleep, to warm her. He was happy to have company that night.
