First of all, I AM SO sorry for not updating for such a long time. There were just a lot of things happening in my life, and I'd lost touch with the story. But I'm here again Promising at LEAST weekly updates. Anyway, thank you SO much to all those that continued to read and to review. You guys are amazing. Thank you thank you thank you. I have the next chapter already written, but it needs major editing. But since tomorrow is Friday, I'll try to have it up by about 8pm. Please enjoy this next little bit, and I promise tomorrow's will be longer. And maybe something you've been waiting for will happen but I don't know, I guess you'll just have to read to find out. And without further ado, chapter 9.
-Delilah
Chapter 9 – Guilt
He stood by the tree.
His robes were soaked, and his hair was dripping, but he made no attempt to wipe away the drops rolling down his forehead.
It is impossible to describe how he felt at that moment, because he didn't feel. He couldn't bring himself to even think, so he just stood there for a very long time, staring at the spot where Hermione had been.
He sat down and put his head in his hands. Then it hit him, ugly as it always was,
guilt.
It consumed him so deeply it hurt.
He tried to justify himself
Well you were right about George
So what?
He tried to analyze the rest of what he was feeling and came up with a few things he pushed quickly out of his mind, except one. He couldn't shake the slight twinge of jealousy.
Had that been it in the first place?
Was that really why he had been so upset?
He was jealous that she chose George over him?
But we're both her friends
I guess I just expected more from her because I've come with her.
Come with her?
Remus now really ISNT the time…
The feeling hit him again, but this time he couldn't shake it.
You care about her.
Well of course I CARE about her. She's my best friend's son's best friend…well she was…
Yes but that's not why you care about her.
That's true, she's a very intelligent girl.
But that's not all is it?
And I enjoy her company.
Yes..too much.
Not too much. She's a friend.
But he couldn't shake it.
Thinking about everything now, it hadn't gone as planned at all.
He'd been sitting, beating himself up for leaving, and had come within the hour. He'd snuck a peek through the window quite a few times, and it had given him a lot of pleasure to see her sitting there, worried, waiting.
That's not what gave you pleasure.
Of course it is! I just liked to see that I'd gotten to her that's all.
And then you came to save her?
YES I came to save her.
Why?
Why! Because George isn't George, and it was a dangerous situation that I should've never left her in in the first place.
If it was such a dangerous situation why didn't you save her before? It was only after you saw George kissing her that you came.
I was being stubborn.
Where you?
Whatever. It's irrelevant now. The most important thing now is Hermione. I need to go to her.
She locked the door of the cabin. Her tears had stopped, it seemed her eyes had no more to give. She turned.
The cabin was empty.
Her chest tightened and all of her senses became more acute.
Where had the man gone?
He didn't have his wand…
Did he run on foot?
Or did someone else help him escape…
Will he be back?
She didn't know what to do…but she knew she was scared.
She sat down opposite the door and waited with her wand raised.
Her mind strayed while waiting.
I miss him.
Oh quit falling to pieces. You're pathetic.
I feel safe when I'm with him.
She smiled, because her conscience had nothing to say to that, and slipped into a light sleep.
Lupin was in the cabin with her. "Oh Profesesor!" she cried but before she could go on, he put a finger to her lips.
"Shh."
He wrapped her in his warm arms and looked deep into her eyes, he opened his mouth to speak -
She jerked awake, the door handle was turning. She held her breath as the knob moved and the door crept open. Hermione screamed, jumped to her feet, and began shouting all the jinxes she could remember. When the purple, blue, and red light faded away, Hermione screamed again. Half of the door was swinging on one hinge, while the other half was no more than piles of sawdust covering
"Professor Lupin!"