Did I just say that out loud to Remus Lupin? What the hell is wrong with me tonight? I can't help but blush and look away from him at my wanton bluntness.

I jump up and move over to the cabinet that holds my potions and spell ingredients. Maybe if I focus on the purpose of his visit rather than how much I want him I can avoid embarrassing myself further. As I approach the cabinet I start to think about why I chose this one to hold my potions and spell ingredients when its not easily accessible to me due to my short stature and the fact that one can't accio or use magical spells on most fully made potions due to their volatile nature.

I step on my tiptoes in order to reach the cabinet and after silently magicking the door open, rummage around for the wolfsbane potion I made Remus. I was very proud of this particular mixture. I had attempted to make it taste more pleasant or at least not unpleasant. Hopefully my little tinkering with the potion would allow Remus at least some comfort.

I feel Remus coming up behind me and I feel one of his hands touching mine while the other goes to wrap around my waist. I've never felt his strong hands on me like this, so possessive and firm against my belly. I can't help but tense at how pleasurable it feels and the rightness of it. I feel his magick merge with mine and I am flooded with pleasurable sensation.

"Baby, its just me. What's wrong?".

Why does he think something is wrong?

"Nothing… I just"

"Just what? Hermione talk to me"

"I'm… I'm scared okay".

I say the first thing that comes to mind because saying what I really want to is still frightening since I don't know how he is going to take my knowledge.

"Scared of what?"

"Scared of you!"

I feel the palm on my waist being used to turn me to face him.

After having all this knowledge about us, it was so painful to see him with Dora, to watch him look at her in all the ways I wish he would look at me.

"You're scared of me? Is it because of what I am?"

His voice is so soft and I can tell that my words have hurt him deeply. He pulls his arms away from me and steps back as though I've burned him. Why is it suddenly so hard to talk to him, to tell him what I really feel, think, and believe? Why can't I just tell him and let him make up his own decision? I can't believe he just said that to me.

I can't help but feel my anger flare dangerously. Why does he hate himself so much. Why can he see how amazing he is?

"No, Remus, never! How could you even ask me that!?"

"I don't know… that just seemed the most obvious thing" and then I see it again, that smirk that makes me want to snog him senseless and lose myself in him. It makes him look so young, my heart breaks at how something so little can bring out all this emotion from him, my heart also breaks at how hard his life has been, how much it has aged him.

Then his forehead is on mine. A movement between people who can trust each other. A movement that I don't deserve with this secret I'm keeping. His hands go to my waist, apparently its his favorite part of my body since he can't help touching it.

"I could never ever be afraid of you!"

I feel so guilty now. I need to tell him.

I place my hands on his face and moves back so I make myself feel better. Maybe he will trust me after?

"Remember how we told you what happened during third year the night we saved Sirius?"

He nods his head.

"Well you transformed and Harry and I had used my time turner".

I remember telling him this while Harry and I were in the hospital wing while Remus sat on Harry's cot with Dumbledore looking on with those twinkling eyes of his.

I see him smile a little. He seems to be humoring me.

I could tell he felt so guilty and embarrassed and I couldn't help but she to place my hand on top of his and say

"Professor, neither Harry or I blame you for the events of that night. You did nothing wrong and you are our friend. We still respect and care for you and…" I couldn't bring myself to continue for a moment, that touch felt so right and suddenly romantic feelings bloomed in my chest for this man I had never even looked at in that way.

It makes me laugh now when I think about all the men I touched just to see if I could feel that way again. It only happened that one time.

"I admire you for your bravery, kindness, and selflessness considering all the bigoted people you have to deal with and the painful transformations that you go through. I've never heard you complain even once".

"Well I called to you so you would get away from our other selves, and you came to me. And I must say there are a great many emotions one expects one to feel when a werewolf not on wolfsbane comes running toward you, but I only felt surprise since werewolves only come to a call of their own kind and I'm not a werewolf"

"Once Buckbeak ran you away and Sirius and our other selves were saved, I always wondered what that meant for us".

I can see the shock on his face.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It took me years to sort through all the drivel and incompetence regarding most wizard's understandings of werewolves, but when I finally did I couldn't bring myself to tell you, especially since you didn't seem to acknowledge it yourself and I didn't want you to know only to have you reject me".

I look at him now he seems stunned.

"What does it all mean Hermione?"

"Well first drink your potion and let me make us some dinner and then we will talk".

Once I see the anger entering his eyes, I immediately follow that with,

"It will take a long time to explain and I'm quite famished. Please humor me".

"Oh yes. I completely forgot about the fact that you haven't had dinner yet and I completely forgot about my potion".

He is so cute when he looks sheepish, I think it has to do with the irony of him being a werewolf but I hold back my laughter.

I turn around and place myself back on tiptoe to retrieve his potion for him.

I turn back to face him and I see his hand coming toward me ready to grab it.

"Now Remus, before you drink this I need to let you know that I have been investigating some new potion ingredients in regards to its taste and healing properties post transformation".

"How did you do that?"

"Well after months of pouring over Snape's notes regarding the potion, last month I took of your saliva while you were transformed and asleep and I injected it into some bunnies and it turned them into were-bunnies. I then created several batches of wolfsbane potion with different healing plants and I discovered that elderflowers helped with the scarring and also seemed to be more pleasant to the bunnies in terms of taste".

Remus laughed when I finished. He looks amused but at what part I'm not sure

"Were-bunnies? Can I see them?"

Ah, its the were-bunnies that make him laugh.

"Sure, but be careful as they are carnivores and would love the taste of your flesh since they transformed tonight. They tend to transform once the moon becomes 3/4 full and continue to transform every night until after the full moon sets. I think its due to their faster metabolism".

I use wandless magic to summon my wand and the three were-bunnies' cages.

The transformation made the bunnies three times their size with sharp fangs and claws. All three were sleeping soundly. They unfortunately couldn't be kept together during a transformation since they would try to kill and eat each other.
After looking at the bunnies for a few moments. Remus turned to me with an incredulous expression and said

"Just because the potion is safe for a bunny does not mean it would be safe for me".

I can understand his trepidation to take the potion. Which is why I had already set up my counter for him by drinking it myself.

"Don't worry Remus, I drank some earlier to make sure it wasn't poisonous and I'm fine".

"You what?"

"I drank some. The wolfsbane potion is completely harmless to a non-werewolf, provided that it was properly formulated and I must say that this formulation tastes much better than what you're used to".

He just stares at me for a long time before he gently takes the potion from me, smiles, and drinks down a huge gulp.

Remus laughs softly while staring at me in amazement and something akin to awe.

"This does taste much better. Thank you".

He finishes the rest of the potion quickly and sends the empty bottle to the sink.

"Would you do me the honor of dining out with me this evening Hermione?"