To:LK-HoGwArTs-hEaDgIrL, Flamegirl5500, Tarnya, The Lion and the Snake WeatherWatch, adalis, scrockangel, C.A.Q, eclipse ze lunachic, achildwithbloodstaineddagger, Ducky'sgirl4ever, and LittleBloodyJ. I am kept going by reviews.

You don't have to be a member to review. It can even be from persons unknown, but please push the review button and give me some feedback.

Hermione had been quietly stewing for weeks. Three weeks 4 hours 7 minutes and 49 seconds...to be exact. He continued to secretly teach himself the art of human dialect. He groaned for the nth time in an hour. How many words could the fleshy little creatures use for a single object?

His female's name had a link to English literature it seemed. How devine(sarcasm). The English of old seem to have taken great joy in making multi-syllabled monstrosities and naming their children in this fashion. 'Curse this slobbering appendage!' Nium thought as his tongue riggled when he tried to work his female's name from his lips.

The word sorry also seemed to mean a great deal to the humans. As a Dementor, espeacially a Pack leading Dementor, he never saw a use for apologizing. The damage was done already and nothing could fix it, so why try to smooth it over with words? This did not mean he had no manners. On the contrary, he is more well-mannered than most of the male simpletons that surround him in this dreadful place.

The pronunciation of the words complicated things, but their meanings were clear. He could write small, insignificant sentences. If only he could project his words into minds...wait a moment. He could, with her aleast. His female had been drifting farther away from her pets lately. The red haired one had angered her soundly. 'I do believe he called her something horrid.' Nium seethed.

After carefully finishing his assinments, Nium began to search for his female. His search led him to what appeared to be the library. He knew his female had a book fetish, he enjoyed it quite throughly when she read something which pleased her. Her cheecks lit to a blush and her lips turned just so. He knew the disturbing mortal beings did not consider her the most beautiful. They were superficial creatures after all. Her soul was exquisite. After performing so many of the dreaded "kisses", he knew what a good soul was.

His female was sitting quietly at her usual table, chewing gently on her lower lip. It seemed to be an unvoluntary action. She apparently found the answer she had been searching for at that moment because she began to write in her quick, even strokes. He felt his lips quirk slightly. She was always looking for answers.

He sidled up behind her and rested his head in her neck's crook. She jumped, wand raised before anyone could exhale. He nuzzled her cheeck gently (can you tell the word nuzzle just sounds so cute!). She humphed and sat back down again. He knew why she was angered. Her pets had forgotten her day of birth celebration.

To humans the yearly day of birth celebration was seen as important. It signified victory against death for the year past. Being a former Dementor, there were never day of birth celebrations because the weren't really cheating death. Dementors don't die in the human sense anyway. He knew it was customary to gift the day of birth participants. So he had been working on it.

He linked his arms around her waist and once again caressed her neck with his cheeck. Hermione tried to fling him off. "Go away Nium!" she sighed, her headache forming already. He smiled at her, just a small lilt of the mouth really. he pressed his lips against her forehead. "Happy late day of birth, my Hermione."