Disclaimer: Not mine, all JKR's, all I own is the plot. Just another little letters tale.
A Little Chocolate Never Hurt Anyone…
March
One minute you're declaring your love for me, the next you're acting like my wife! I'm fine my love, don't worry. There are bigger issues at hand, namely this: you know we cannot make our feelings public?
Remus
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I'm glad you're safe. I don't care if I sound wifey – you better be resting! These mint mermaids are supposedly excellent for relaxing.
Hermione.
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I know, and they're delicious too! However I can't help but notice that you artfully dodged my question. You do know we cannot go public my dear?
Remus
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Yes, I know that. I'm not "of age". But that doesn't stop us writing, does it? I just need somewhere safe to keep your letters – I don't want to get you in trouble if someone finds them.
Hermione.
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Here – take this. It's a letter chest. It's charmed so that only you and the author of the letters (me) can open the chest. I have one too; it is the safest place for our words. Place your right thumb on the silver circle to open it. I hope you like it, my love.
Remus.
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It's beautiful, Remus! The border of silver stars is exquisite, and I thought I would cry when I saw our names engraved inside the lid of the box! You needn't have filled the box with fruit fondants, love. How did you know they're my favourites?
Love Hermione.
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Think nothing of it my darling. We wouldn't want one of your dorm-mates stumbling across a letter and getting exactly the right idea, now, would we? And I did have to get you the chocolates, as you constantly ply me with sugary treats! Harry mentioned your favourites were apple and strawberry when we were talking about chocolates in one of our Patronus sessions.
Love Remus.
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Well, I'm glad Harry remembers. How are his classes going? Are you still practicing with a boggart?
Love Hermione.
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Classes are proceeding well, but Harry needs to build up his wall of happy thoughts. Maybe you, he and Ron could do something fun at Easter? Yes, we're still using a boggart – he's nowhere near strong enough to face a real dementor. His patronus hasn't taken a form yet.
Love Remus.
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I'll plan something with Ron. Maybe even a long weekend at the Burrow would be good. I'd miss you, though. We wouldn't be able to write while I'd be there – the boys would get suspicious. What do you mean by a form? I thought a patronus was a little like a protego shield, but just for dementors.
Love Hermione.
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And I would miss you too, sweetheart! Make sure you go for no longer than a weekend – I don't think I'd be able to go longer than three days without writing to you! And concerning the patronus: yes and no. An initial patronus is a shield, but, once developed (and only really used facing many dementors), a person's subconscious gives their patronus a form – usually an animal.
Love Remus
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You've been longer than two months without writing to me before, remember? It sounds so interesting! I'll see if I can read up on the topic…
But Merlin. I'm so jealous of Harry right now.
Love Hermione.
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Yes, well, I was being stubborn and self-pitying, and I cannot apologise enough for the times I tried to push you away. I knew you'd immediately want to dash to the library after the idea of dementors piqued your interest. You remind me so much of me at your age… Why on earth do you envy Harry my darling?
Love Remus.
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Oh shush, Remus! I know it was hard for you, and honestly, nothing you could have said would have ceased my scribblings.
I'm jealous of Harry because, well, he can talk to you, and be close to you, and there are no issues. As much as I love the romanticisms and the intimacy of our letters, I do sometimes wish I could just be with you.
Love Hermione.
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Oh, my darling Hermione. I wish I could take you in my arms and just hold you. I hate that I only ever see your beautiful face at mealtimes and in the classroom. Tell me, sweetheart, when is your birthday?
Love Remus.
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I feel exactly the same. My birthday is September 19th – why honey?
Love Hermione.
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If your birthday is September 19th, then we have about two and a half years until you become of age. We will just have to cope until then, my dear.
Love Remus.
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Are you suggesting that we can never be outwardly affectionate to one another until the day I turn seventeen?
Love Hermione.
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I'm afraid so, darling. If you wish to leave me to pursue a boy your own age, I would absolutely understand.
Love Remus.
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Remus, shush. Listen: I'm never leaving you, ever, okay? EVER. And if you think I'm waiting for my first kiss until I'm seventeen, you have another think coming!
Love Hermione.
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I love you, Hermione. I would never leave you either. But it is illegal for someone of my age to engage in a relationship with a minor. How on earth do you plan to bypass this?
Love Remus.
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My darling, all we need is a little… discretion. And my time-turner never hurt anyone!
Love Hermione.
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My my my, where on earth did you Slytherin cunning appear from? It sounds like a good plan my dear, but are you sure? I don't want you to get into trouble.
Love Remus.
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You comment that I have Slytherin cunning, yet your Gryffindor bravery has flown out of the window! C'mon, Remus, live a little!
Love Hermione.
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Oh, Hermione Granger, you'll be the death of me! I love you.
Your Remus.
