Chapter 11 -- Lust of Lunar Surges

Hermione ran threw the hallways cursing the names of James Potter and Sirius Black. Those pricks had no idea how to be civilized human beings for two seconds and because of this malady that afflicted those two imbeciles she was now searching for someone who did not even want to be found.

Not only did he not want to be found but he knew Hogwarts much better than Hermione so he had a large number of places to hide that Hermione has never seen before, par example, the Dungeons.

But, luck was with Hermione on this particular occasion. She happened to hear a loud crashing sound coming from one of the many classrooms in Hogwarts that were unused. She rattled the door handle but the door was locked.

Thinking hard, Hermione struggled to remember the spell that she had read about that unlocked things. Finally, it came to her. Muttering "Alohomora" and waving her wand at the same time she heard the door unlock.

She threw open the door and was rewarded with the wonderful sight of a disgruntled youth destroying the inside of the classroom. Hermione suppressed a sudden barrage of giggles that attacked her, "Anarchy!" She cried out. She then let out the bubble of laughter that she was holding in.

Severus whirled around, a cloud of anger still surrounding his figure. Hermione picked her way through the rubble towards him. On the way she pricked one of her fingers on a piece of desk fragment and got a massive splinter in her poor finger. Hermione pulled out the large fragment but a small piece was left inside of her finger. She winced as it began to bleed, putting her finger in her mouth she continued to make her way across the 'battle field' to stand next to Severus.

By that time, Severus had completely mellowed out. He was standing with his arms by his side, his wand clutched loosely in his hand and his breathing had begun to get slower and steadier, instead of the heaving breaths he was taking when Hermione first discovered him.

He grabbed her hand and examined her hurt finger. He scoffed and said, "It seems that you can't keep from getting hurt. You're like a walking fairy tale."

"It was an accident! And I never used to be this clumsy, it's like my equilibrium is off." Hermione replied. Then, "And what do you mean by a 'walking fairy tale'?"

Severus smirked and began waving his wand over Hermione's fingertip and then Hermione felt the pain in her finger fade and the blood that had dried on her hand disappeared.

"Thanks." Hermione muttered quietly, her face cherry-red. Severus squeezed Hermione's hand and released it, but Hermione didn't let go. Severus waited a moment before tightening his grip on her hand.

Hermione looked up at Severus, he was taller than her, and asked in the sweetest tone of voice that she could manager, "Will you tell me what you meant when you said I was a 'walking fairy tale'?"

Severus sighed. "You won't like it." He warned. Hermione gave him a gesture, telling him to go on, "I meant that you were like a Damsel in Distress."

Hermione gaped at him. She tried to say something witty and biting but her brain wouldn't work. It was like it had shut down. Severus read her expression and laughed bitterly.

"I told you that you wouldn't like it." He reminded her.

Hermione glared at Severus, impersonating him, and threw her hair back over her shoulder, impersonating Sirius. She swept her eyes over the ruin that Severus had created in an angry fit. She clucked her tongue disapprovingly and shook her finger at Severus in a mock attempt of shaming him. Severus rolled his eyes and with a wave of his wand the room began to reassemble.

When the room was put back together there was no longer any proof that Severus had previously demolished all of the contents of this classroom. But, that statement is not entirely truthful. One desk in this classroom was missing a sliver of wood, and it just so happens that this sliver was rather important in the structure of the desk. For years, this desk will be leaned upon and sat upon but no outer signs of damage will be noticed. However, in the future, a very blonde boy will be in this unused classroom with a pug-faced girl. They will be engaged in a rather immoral activity. In their passionate frenzy they will not notice the desk they are on start to squeak, they will only notice that something is amiss when the desk collapses, with them still on it. As luck would have it, a certain poltergeist will be outside of that classroom and when he discovers the two students in such a compromising situation he will be sure to spread the news faster than a wild fire.

But, Hermione is not aware at the moment that her old enemy was embarrassed in such a way, nor does she know that she had caused such a moment. No, at the moment, Hermione is sitting on a desk, staring at Severus and smiling happily. Severus was slowly moving closer to the girl in front of him, his manner rather nervous.

Hermione was staring into Severus' eyes as he slowly approached her, they shimmered in the moonlight. Hermione felt something stirring in her stomach and she suddenly felt sick, but in a good way. Her stomach was inhabited by butterflies and her palms were sweating and she was hyper aware of her heartbeat, which seemed to have taken up home in her throat.

Suddenly, Severus was right in front of her, standing between her legs. His head was dipping down; his long black hair was brushing Hermione's cheeks. Hermione felt the world slow down, she felt her heart speed up, but mostly, she felt magnificent. She felt Severus' hot breath on her face. Hermione closed her eyes and lifted her face.

BAM!!

The door swung open, making Hermione jump and hit her head on Severus' head. She rubbed her forehead, which is where Severus' mouth collided with her head; she pulled her hand away and saw that they were red. She turned around to look at what had caused to door to open.

Sirius.

He was standing there, holding the hand of some busty blonde. His mouth was hanging open, all color drained from his face. Hermione could hear Severus clench his teeth and sigh in annoyance.

Hermione jumped off of the desk and grabbed Severus' hand. She began to pull him out of the room. When she passed by Sirius she felt their shoulders brush. The moment passed and she was in the hallway. Severus had begun walking on his own now; the leading hand was not needed, but, neither let go of the other's hand.

Hermione was so frustrated, as was Severus. They couldn't seem to be able to get a moment alone, and when they did and things progressed to a stage that the both of them enjoyed immensely, they were interrupted very quickly. It was as if the gods were laughing at them. Hermione did not like it and it goes without saying (so it shall be said) that Severus was not liking it just as much, if not more.

Hermione was so lost in thought that she wasn't even aware of where she was going. It wasn't until they were standing outside of the library doors that she realized that she had subconsciously went to the place where she felt the best, at all times. Among the shelves and shelves of books she felt at home and safe in a way that she couldn't top. The books didn't care what kind of clothes she wore or how her hair looked on that day, or even if she had brushed her teeth that morning or not.

Hermione tried to open the doors but they were locked and her simple un-locking spell could not open it.

"Madame Pince is a bit paranoid." Severus informed her, trying to make her laugh.

"Well, can you blame her? Half of the Hogwarts population is insane." She half-joked, thinking of some particular idiots.

"Three guesses who the biggest ones are."

"I don't need to guess." Hermione replied. She crossed her arms and sat down on the floor in front of the library.

Severus sat down next to her and crossed his arms flamboyantly and glared ridiculously at Hermione. She smiled and punched Severus on the arm. He cried out in mock pain which elicited another smile from Hermione. He was willing to play the fool just to see her smile.

Hermione sighed and moved closer to Severus. They were leaning against the cold stone wall. Hermione moved closer and Severus felt his heart stop. She leaned her head on his shoulder and snuggled closer to him. He yawned and looked out the window at the end of the hall.

"It's late." He commented.

Hermione nodded, tired. "It's been a long day." She yawned. Severus nodded his head in agreement; it was hard to believe that it was already so late.

"You should go to your dormitory. Classes start rather early tomorrow."

"Oh! Right." Hermione groaned. "Herbology, who really wants to see those stupid plants anyway?"

"Yeah, you need to get plenty of rest so you can pay attention during the stupid plant lesson. Not to mention Potions and DADA." Severus said.

"It's not like any of those classes really do me any good." Hermione groused.

"What do you mean?" Severus asked, surprised at Hermione's bitter tone.

Hermione yawned again. "It's a long story, I'll tell you tomorrow." She said. She tried to get up and after a while and a lot of effort, finally managed to get onto her feet. She waited for Severus to follow suit and stand as well. When he did, she looped her arm around his waist and began staggering towards the Gryffindor dormitory.

It's amazing how quickly Hermione got tired. One minute she was energetic and the next she was practically falling on her face from the sheer effort of keeping herself upright.

Hermione said goodnight to Severus in front of the Gryffindor portrait. Severus gave Hermione a kiss on the forehead and left. She waited until she was sure he was gone before saying the password. Hermione was not expecting to see anyone in the common room, but, Hermione saw a group of boys sitting on the couches around the fireplace.

Hermione groaned and rubbed her sleepy eyes. She did not want to deal with this now, not ever.

When the boys heard her groan they were alerted to her presence. Two stood and dragged her to a seat. She sat down and glared at the four…. Wait? Four?! She quickly scanned the group of boys. Sirius, Remus, James, and a short and pudgy blonde… Then it hit her, this must be Peter!

"Peter!" She cried. He jumped and looked at her warily. "Good to meet you." She said and stuck out her hand to shake his. He timidly stuck out his hands and Hermione eagerly shook it.

When she let go of Peter's hand she leaned back into her chair and crossed her arms loosely. She propped her feet on the table and watched Sirius and Remus, who showed the most signs of hatred towards her.

"Is this a war council?" She asked.

Remus rolled his eyes and looked away; he obviously didn't want to be here. Well, guess what Remus? You're not the only one.

"We don't think that you should be friends with Snape." James blurted out suddenly. He seemed to have elected himself spokesperson.

"Why not?" Hermione asked, not really caring why.

"Well, Gryffindors and Slytherins do not become friends, we are enemies. And as a member of Gryffindor house you should not be fraternizing with the enemy." James replied.

"So this is a war council." Hermione mumbled. She rolled her eyes and glared at the Marauders, "I'm friends with him." She informed them resolutely, "I won't abandon him just because he's a Slytherin. We're friends, and there is nothing you can do to change that."

"I think you're a bit more than friends." Sirius muttered mutinously.

"Well, Sirius, not everyone goes into abandoned classrooms to do the nasty." Hermione growled.

"The nasty?!" Sirius spluttered. "What's that mean?"

"Sex." Hermione replied. Sirius looked at her questioningly. "It's an expression!" She barked at him. He would not stop giving her a strange look though. "Just forget it!"

Hermione stood and glared at the boys in front of her. "Don't think that you guys know what's best for me! I am making new friends here and I don't want to lose them. You guys can just shove off and be your own merry band, without me!" She stormed off to her dormitory and had a fitful night's sleep.


In the morning Hermione felt terrible. She couldn't concentrate when she was getting dressed and had to take her socks off at least five times before she put them on correctly. She finally was able to put her clothes on properly and leave the room. When she got to the common room she saw her 'friends' were waiting for her. They obviously wanted to make amends for the night before. Hermione was surprised that they would wish to do so, but, Hermione didn't care that they were there. They probably just wanted to nag her some more about the people she could and could not be friends with.

She purposefully avoided their gazes and strode out of the common room into the hall, where she ran into Remus. She did not know that he wasn't in the common room. He was now leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Hermione began to walk away but he reached out and grabbed her arm

"What?" Hermione snapped at Remus.

"Look," He sighed, "I don't think we can be friends right now." He said.

"Well thanks for letting me know." She hissed, surprisingly hurt.

"Let me finish! I don't want to be your enemy. I think we could be friends, just not now. You have to give me some time to get used to Snape, I'm not even sure if he would like us to be friends."

"What about James and Sirius?" Hermione asked, "Do they want to make nice with Sev like you do?"

Remus mouthed the word 'Sev' and shook his head. To Hermione, he said, "James and Sirius are a bit… pig-headed, they don't want anything to do with Severus. I, however, am willing to try."

Hermione smiled, she knew that she like Remus for a reason.

"I'll talk to Severus about it. But, what about… us? And our conditions… I'm supposed to hate you."

"Well, I don't know about you, but, I rarely ever do what I'm supposed to do." Remus replied with an easy grin. Hermione returned the grin and said good-bye to Remus and began walking towards the Great Hall, so she could get breakfast.

Hermione was nearly to the Great Hall when she spotted Severus, who was heading towards her. They met in the middle of the hall. Severus was smiling faintly. He took Hermione's hand and began to lead her away from the Great Hall.

"Where are we going?" She asked. "I'm hungry."

"You'll see." Severus answered. He dragged her through the halls until they reached their destination, the kitchens.

He tickled the pear and led Hermione to the table where he had set up a private breakfast for the two of them. Hermione saw what he had planned and launched herself at him and wrapped her arms around him for a hug.

He laughed, a real, hearty laugh. Severus made her sit down and served her breakfast. They ate and talked and laughed. It was a good thing, just the kind of thing that Hermione needed after being ambushed the night before.

When they finished eating, Hermione sighed. She looked at her watch and groaned. "We have five minutes to get to our Herbology lesson!"

Hermione and Severus raced to the Greenhouse and found that they weren't the only ones who were late to the class. They got five points taken from their house, but otherwise, no punishments were given. The class seemed to take forever.

They had to observe the incredibly rare plant that only bloomed at sunrise. Then, for an hour after the plant had disappeared back into the soil, they drew, labeled and discussed the plant and its magical properties.

When the lesson ended most of the kids went back to their dormitories for a nap until regular classes started in two hours. Hermione and Severus, both wide awake after their private breakfast, went to the library. They got a table all to themselves in the back of the library in a nice, secluded place. Hermione was putting the finishing touches on her essays that were due that day and Severus was pretending to read, but really, he was staring at Hermione.

When Hermione finished her touch ups, which didn't take long, she sighed, thinking of Remus.

"Sev," She began, "what do you think of Remus?"

"The werewolf? Why? What did he say to you?"

Hermione's mouth was agape. "Wha-what do you mean… werewolf? Hah, who told you that?" She tried to sound surprised at what a ridiculous rumor it was.

"I've know that he was a werewolf since fifth year. Apparently, I'm the only person in Hogwarts who has the brains enough to figure it out."

"Oh… does Remus know that you know?" Hermione asked him.

"Yeah, he does." He notice Hermione's questioning expression, "Don't ask about it, it's a long story." He said.

"Oh." Hermione said. Somebody should have told her this. "Well, Remus and I were talking this morning…" Hermione said. But she was cut off by Severus.

"I am so sorry that you had to talk to him…" He cut in, jokingly.

Hermione continued on as if he hadn't interrupted, "and he seemed interested in a sort of peace treaty."

Severus snorted. "He wants to be my friend?!"

"Well, yeah." Hermione replied, a bit disheartened by Severus' obvious amusement at the idea.

Severus snorted and shook his head, thinking that she was joking.

"I'm serious Sev, I think you should consider it, he seemed really sincere." Hermione insisted.

"I'll think about it." Severus said, he still seemed dubious. Deciding to change the subject he brought up what Hermione had said last night, "What did you mean about classes not doing you any good?"

"When did I say that?" Hermione questioned.

"Last night."

"Oh, well I can't be held responsible for anything I said last night, I was really tired." Hermione said, trying to change the subject.

"You told me that you would tell me what you meant." Severus reminded her, "I'd really like to know what you mean."

"It's a long story," Hermione warned him, not entirely ready to tell the whole thing, "and it's kind of strange."

"What isn't strange in the wizarding world?" Severus asked rhetorically.

So Hermione took a deep breath and grabbed onto Severus' hand. She then told him the whole story, from the beginning. About how she appeared here with no memories of what attacked her, no idea that she was a witch and how she became friends with the Marauders. How she discovered what she was after her first transformation and how Remus and her were determined to stay friends. It was a long story and when she finished she was afraid to look Severus in the eyes. He was silent.

And then, he gasped. "Oh my god!" He exclaimed. He got up and raced out of the library, leaving his books behind.

Hermione groaned and slammed her head down onto the table top. Great, she thought, I scared him away. Tears started to sprout from her eyes and she let them fall. Luckily, her essays were safely packed away so her waterworks won't ruin all of her hard work.

Soon, she heard footsteps approach her seat. She also heard ragged breathing and a large, heavy object drop onto the table. She jumped and stared into the black eyes of Severus Snape, he was gasping for breath, as if he had just run a marathon.

"I just remembered a prophecy that I read a long time ago about Therianthropes and Werewolves. At least that's what I think it's about now. Read it, tell me what you think. I'm not sure if this applies to you and Remus, but I think it might." Severus opened the book and pointed to a particular section, Hermione read it.

The lust of lunar surges through

The blood of families feuding two

Rain o'er the land since ancient times

Whilst evil, dark and brooding, climbs

Mysterious time will soon desire

The aid of a witch who'll sire

A bond between the clans of fur

The dark one's passion continues to burn

His passion peaks and earth will fall

Offspring of la lune stand tall

Bound together, never will they break

He shall fail from the moon's sake


Severus was amazed that he had thought of the prophecy. He hadn't thought about it in years, but it just came to mind now. It seems to fit, at least to him. He could remember how Grindelwald thought that it was about him so he set out on a campaign to kill off all of the Therianthropes, it was widely known that he succeeded so the prophecy was destroyed, but, a copy of the text was printed in a book detailing the rise and fall of Grindelwald, which is what Severus had opened now.

It's possible that the Dark Lord in the prophecy was not about Grindelwald at all.

Now, the question is, does the loyal Death Eater inform the Dark Lord of this new development, or, does he protect the woman that he might possibly love?


There it is, Chapter 11. Now you can kind of see where the plot is going. Doesn't that feel great?

So, I didn't right the prophecy myself, Azariael did. So I am dedicating this entire story to her!