A/N: I don't own it. Thank you for all the reviews and follows and favorites. Sorry it's up later than usual. I had to have a beer with my father in law, and talk to my uncle and celebrate my awesome husband. This was not my original 11. I scrapped it for another time. Because well super smut.


June 1998

Hermione shouldered the picnic hamper she'd drug with her to the Ministry. Kingsley wanted her to testify against Greyback for the murder of her parents and her assualt at Malfoy Manor. She'd given him an 'I'll think about it.'

She knocked on Remus' office door. He looked up at her, annoyed expression fixed, until he realized it was her. She held up the hamper as a peace offering. "I brought you lunch."

Remus smiled, "Sorry about that Kingsley has been in here fifty times today to see how I'm settling in."

"Are we sure he isn't a Slytherin? He's already offered me a job twice today alone," she joked.

"Doing what?"

"Working with you on werewolf rights, he seems to think we'd be a dynamic duo," she stated, setting the hamper down on a chair. She started pulling out containers, and setting them out on the edge of his desk.

"What did you tell him?"

"Same thing I told him about Greyback's trial. I'll think about it," she said.

"Hermione I'll go with you if you want me too," he offered.

"Remus those are two if the worst nights of my life. I don't know if I'm ready to relive them. I don't want to relive them. I already can't handle the nightmares." She looked through the law books on his shelves.

Remus shuddered, her screams wracked him and Moony. He was so in tune with her he could hear them through the silencing charms she put up. He'd spent more than a dozen nights holding her until she calmed down since her and Harry had returned home. He held out his hand for her. She crossed the room and took it. "If you want to testify Mione I'll be there for you, Sirius and I both will be," he vowed.

She nodded once, "Let's eat. Why does Kingsley want us to team up together?"

Because he knows you're my mate and the pair of us could define new werewolf legislation for mates. We could get married, if you knew. Remus bit his tounge, before taking a deep breath. "Because you're compassionate and I have first hand experience."

She handed him a couple of containers. "I don't know what I want to do. I've thought of teaching, but I don't know."

He smiled at her. "Teaching is a noble endeavor." He opened the containers she handed him; smiling when noticed she'd packed fish and chips.

"Couldn't resist," she said.

Remus laughed. "You brought me pub food?"

"Yes because I know your weaknesses Remus Lupin." She winked at him, as she opened up the final container.

He peaked inside, loving his witch even more. Chocolate cake. "You're mean Hermione."

"Its devil's food cake from that muggle bakery you love. I've felt like little red riding hood gathering this up for you this morning." She took a bite out of her sandwich.

Remus' thoughts were less than pure at the thought of her in a naughty little red costume. He cleared his throat, as Moony growled in pleasure. Better than naughty school girl. The ever present wolf started pacing in the back of his mind, now I want her now. I can't wait any longer.

We can and we will, Remus argued as him and Hermione ate in silence for a few moments. He cleared his throat after a drink of tea. "How's Fred doing?"

"No better no worse. I went in and talked to him this morning. He's a sleeping shell of the man I loved," she sighed. "I just can't believe that's him. I mean I know its him, but he was so full of light, and life. Now there's nothing. I can't help but wonder if he's being kept alive for nothing."

Remus looked up at her green eyes meeting brown. "How long have you two been over?"

"A year give or take. I don't know I don't remember, we just shifted from lovers-" Moony snarled "-to friends and never looked back." She laughed. "Remus I'm not a little girl. I can handle myself."

Remus nodded once. I'm not upset because she's young. I'm upset because she's not mine. Brotherly feelings, he reminded himself. He sighed, "Hermione war is hard. It changes people for the better or the worse."

Hermione stood up. "It's funny, after we broke up Fred used to joke that he'd have to fight Sirius to walk me down the aisle. Though he didn't think the best man could walk the bride down the aisle."

Remus tensed, Fred had picked up on his feelings for Hermione. "I believe he might still have to fight Sirius. Hermione he has a chance of pulling through."

"The longer he's in a coma the less his chances are of pulling out. He's been in one for a month. I just worry Remus." She went back to his books.

Remus studied her openly, while her back was to him. He started to reach for the cake, swiping his finger in the chocolate frosting. Just as he was bringing it to his mouth...

"Don't even think about it," she stated, turning and facing him. She took the three steps to him, grabbing the cake, just as he ran the frosting down her cheek.

Hermione glared at him, before grabbing a handful of the cake and shoving it in his face.

"You little wench," he grumbled, wiping some of the cake off of his face.

"You started it Moony," she said.

"You ruined a perfect chocolate cake," he complained.

"Says Mr. I ran my finger through the frosting Lupin," she said, getting closer to the werewolf.

His eyes when gold. "I have an addiction," he muttered, "You don't have chocolate right under my nose and expect me to leave it alone."

"Yes I do Remus Lupin! I expect you to control yourself," she hissed, noticing she was now flush with him. She noticed the wicked glint in his eyes that signaled Moony was feistier than usual. Hermione tried to step back for self preservation, hoping the lycanthrope couldn't smell her starting to be obvious arousal.

Remus caged her in his arms, holding her still. He could smell her, and he would've been lying if he said he didn't want her right now on his desk. He could think of very creative uses for the chocolate frosting. All of them began and ended with her on his desk moaning then screaming his name, as he coated every inch of her with the chocolate confection. He'd take his time licking it off of her, slowly teasing her until she was damning him to hell. He'd done it before, chocolate covered Hermione had been his favorite birthday present, and he wanted her again. Now. He knew she wanted him, he could smell her, feel her heart quicken, and the faint pants, while she was trying to even out her breathing.

Remus stepped back letting her go. She wiped the frosting off of her face with a napkin. She blushed as she met his eyes, "I'm going to go now."

She all but ran out of his office, leaving the remnants of their lunch behind.


November 12th 1977

Three days, she had three days to master the transformation into her wolf, before the full moon. She was going to give Moony a girlfriend if it killed her. Hermione banged her head into the wall, as she watched Sirius transform for the fiftieth time effortlessly in front of her.

"I can't do this, I won't be ready for the moon, I need to be there with him. He'll be in less pain," she grumbled.

Sirius changed back from Padfoot. "Kitten you'll get it. Just relax. Keep your eyes on the prize."

Hermione looked at him. "Remus doesn't know I'm doing this does he?"

Sirius shook his head. "James knows. Marlene and Lils know. Moony doesn't because we all know he'd kick your ass for putting yourself in danger."

"Moony won't hurt me. I came face to face with Moony at fourteen. He didn't hurt me Sirius. He protected me. I trust Moony, now if only my idiot boyfriend could see that, " she said, grinning like a nutter at the last bit. Remus was her boyfriend.

"He doesn't want you hurt Mia," Sirius snapped.

"Sirius he could've killed me at any point that night and didn't. I trust Moony as much as I trust Padfoot or Prongs. I trust Moony as much as I trust Remus. I've trusted the both of them with my life more than once, " she snapped.

Sirius exhaled. "Have you told Remus that?"

She shook her head. "He wouldn't teach if he knew he lost control once. I need him to be there for me."

Sirius sighed. "Try again. Think of Remus and Moony channel that into your transformation. That love into what you do."

She took a few meditative breaths before focusing on her wolf form, channeling every thought and feeling about Remus as energy to help her transform. Slowly but surely her senses heightened, as she made the transformation.

Sirius walked over to the honey brown wolf, scratching her ears and kissing her head. "You did it Mia. You did it."

Hermione paced around the room stretching out her muscles, amazing herself by the sheer power her animagus form had. She did a few laps around the room running, and jumping, before changing back.

She ran over to Sirius, hugging him tightly. "I did it!"

He picked her up, spinning her around. "Good job Kitten. Now do it again."

She stepped bback, and focused on her wolf. It was easier this time to go from Human to Wolf. She completed it ten more times before deeming herself ready for the full moon. She straightened out her clothes, and pulled her hair back.

"Mia how do you know Moony's going to accept her into the pack?"

Hermione looked at Sirius, her hand on the door handle. "I don't." She turned and left.

Sirius stood there for a few moments. "Remus needs to get a handle on his witch."


Hermione snuck down to the room of requirement. She opened the door only she could open. Remus grabbed her and pulled her inside. He buried his head in her curls. "I missed you, how's Sirius' tutoring coming?"

Hermione kissed his neck. "Can we not talk about Sirius? I'm tired."

Remus moaned. "Don't tease me love."

"Wasn't planning on it," she whispered, running her hands up his arms. She kissed him gently. "How are you feeling?"

"Calm," he replied, humming as she continued to massage his arms and shoulders. "Baby that feels good."

"Go lay down," she said, pointing to the huge king sized bed that magically appeared in the middle of the room.

"I thought we were supposed to have a date," he said, going to the bed.

"You're tired, and sore. I'm not going to put you through a date," she said, pulling up his shirt.

"If I didn't know any better Miss Granger I'd assume you're trying to seduce me," he said, laying on the bed.

"Maybe I am," she stated, climbing on the bed beside him. She started to slowly kneed his back.

"Don't tease Mia," he murmured.

"I'm not. I know you have pent up energy that needs to be spent. Or you'll hurt Pads and Prongs," she said, leaning over and biting his ear.

He looked up at her. "No. I want you Hermione, but not like this."

She nodded oonce, before continuing to rub his back.

"You're mad at me," he said.

"I'm annoyed with you. There's a difference. I can handle Moony, Remus. I'm not scared of him. Or you," she said.

Remus sat up and pulled her into his lap, holding her close. "I know that Hermione. I want you. We both do, but the one thing we can agree on is you have every right to have flowers and candles and romance."

"Remus I'm not inexperienced. I think I can handle Moony," she said.

"You might be able too Mia but I can't. I don't trust him with you," Remus said.

She pinched his arm. "But Remus I trust him. I trust the both of you."

Remus looked up at her. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"Get bitten by a werewolf," she sassed, kissing his cheek.

Remus rolled his eyes as she continued to rub his back. "You're amazing."

"So I've been told. Often, by you." She stopped and relaxed beside him. "I wish you'd trust him."

"Hermione I don't want to talk about this. Its a flat out no," he stated pulling her closer to him. He took a few deep breaths, nose buried in her hair. "Just stay close to me."

"Always," she vowed kissing him.