AN: So don't get mad guys, but I made Remus rich in this one, mostly because if they are able to transfigure anything into something else then why does Remus wear threadbare clothing? The only thing that makes sense is that he does so on purpose. Hopefully, my explanation is good enough (and I will explain both the call to Remus' werewolf and how Remus got wealthy in the next chapter. :)

Onward with the story...

She looks like she is close to laughter at my dinner invitation. Maybe I need to pull back some. I guess its funny to her how I'm acting tonight, but it feels so nice to just be allowed the pleasure to actually be able to show her all the things I've hid from her for so long. Have I finally managed to shock her into silence?

Then I see it, her smile lights up her face and I cling to the joy I see there, its indescribable to know that I'm the reason for her smile. I need to make the effort to make her smile more.

I hold my hand out for her. It's so hard to wait for her to return my advance when all I want to do is just grab her and never let go.

"Of course, Remus. I would love to accompany you".

Her hand is in mine and I can't help but admire their beauty. The tips and palms are calloused and it brings back memories of her strength during the war and her punching men that go too far with her and their gentleness when she takes care of me after the full moon. How can hands be so tough and yet also be capable of such compassion? I realize that her hands are a direct reflection of her nature and I must kiss them particularly because they are beginning to bruise slightly and this will give me a chance to repay her endless kindnesses she has shown me over the years, to give her a little bit of comfort. Its almost as though she doesn't even notice the bruises, yet most people would be very cognizant of them. I know she is not one to focus on her own pain, she would rather help others and comfort them. If I have my way, it will never be that way for her again.

I hear her sigh and the sound does things to me, it fills my mind with making her sigh like that while I touch her thighs and breasts. There is so much to explore with her, so many things I want to give her of myself that she probably has never allowed herself.

I have to stop myself though its the one of the hardest things I've ever done otherwise we wouldn't be leaving and a quick fuck wouldn't be fair to her no matter how much I want to.

I see her pout. It pleasures me that she seems disappointed that I stopped kissing her hand. I can't help myself, she looks so petulant and its a peculiar mix of cute and sexy that makes me laughs out loud because she knows just how to tempt me and yet it seems that she doesn't know what she's doing.

I kiss her quickly and lightly nip her lower lip, testing her pain tolerance. Her gasp makes me almost groan aloud, I can feel the urge to dominate her and it surprises me. Usually, I prefer gentle lovemaking but maybe its due to the full moon being so close. She's even more responsive to me than I could have ever hoped for. It does my male ego good. Fuck, what am I going to do with this woman who drives me crazy. The gasp leaves her mouth open to mine and I can't help myself but to touch my tongue with hers and then I feel her kiss me back and I've never been kissed like this, like the other person is offering all of themselves to me and it leaves me with so lightheaded and heady.

My hands go to her waist, not to caress but to ground myself so I don't fall over. If a simple kiss from her does this to me, I can't wait to see how amazing it will be when I have her writhing against me as I take her so close to orgasm but don't let her cum.

Her hands are playing with the hair at the nape of my neck and I can't help but groan as her nails gently scratch my sensitive scalp. Apparently she gives as good as she gets and I love it.

I can't help but press my lips harder against hers but I have to stop myself or I'm going to rip that little dress off her and have my way with her.

"You don't know what your pouting lips are doing to me sweetheart".

I sound so breathless as I talk to her and it makes my voice lower. I watch how my gravely voice makes her eyes widen and fill with lust. To have a woman as beautiful as Hermione look at me like that fills me with pleasure. It makes me even more determined to take my time with her.

I feel her hands gently touch my face and now she is staring intently in my eyes as the world and everything in it other than her falls away from my conscious awareness.

"Remus, you can do whatever you want to my lips any time you like".

I lean in to kiss her again and then her stomach growls loudly.

She laughs nervously and apologies to me but its unnecessary. I lean my forehead against her and laugh softly but its mostly out of guilt. How many times tonight had she told me she was hungry and I can't control myself enough to make sure she takes care of herself. I'm a grown man and I'm asking like a boy going through puberty. I can feel the heat from her cheeks as she blushes.

"Sorry. Its so easy to get carried away with you".

"I know the perfect place for dinner. Are you ready?"

"Yes".

I grab at her waist again and I apparite us to a restaurant that I just decided to become a silent investor to mostly for her. Just imagining her face when she sees it makes me smile softly.

We land in a wooded park that appears deserted.

"Where are we?"

"In New York City's Central Park, love."

"You mean you took me all the way to America to have dinner?"

"Its about 1AM in Scotland and the only thing I would be able to get you at that time is some takeaway."

"Takeaway is fine, really. A nice spicy curry with naan bread sounds delicious."

I laugh softly. "For a woman who regularly tells me I don't know my worth, you obviously don't know yours. I could never let you eat takeaway on a first date love. Besides a woman as special as you deserves better."

I gently cup her cheek with my fingers.

"You're the first person I've brought here, to America with me. I want to share this with you. The restaurant is not far from here."

I let go of her face and intertwine my fingers with hers and I start walking.

"What is it you wish to share with me Remus?"

"There are a lot of things about me that no one else knows. I promise to explain later since you said you would explain you calling to me while I was in my werewolf form during your third year".

That's going to be a tough conversation, about how rich I actually am. How I hide my wealth from others mostly so they will leave me alone and not try to be nice for me simply for the sake of getting financial benefits from me. That's how I mostly handle most of my business affairs, I keep them secret from others, even from the charities I regularly donate to.

I stop right before we leave the safety of the trees.

I almost forgot to change. it would be hard enough to explain my robes and even harder to explain their threadbare nature to the waitstaff where we were going. I point my wand toward myself and I transform my worn, threadbare robes into a tuxedo with a crisp white silk shirt, black silk tie, and black vest with a open tuxedo jacket and impeccably tailored black pants.

I watch her jaw drop and I notice her eyes staring hungrily at my body. Apparently she likes this change of clothing probably for the way it was tailored to perfectly mold to my body. For that reaction alone, my tailor deserved a handsome raise.

"See something you like?" I can't help but smirk.

"You."

Her response surprises me. I didn't expect her to be so blunt about it. Then her lips are on mine and she is pressing her lips against mine intensely. Damn, I need to dress like this all the time if this is how she was going to be. I feel her palms against my chest as she roughly shoves me into a tree and presses her hips into mine. I can feel my wolf coming to the surface now at her little display of dominance, I can feel him trying to assert his claim as alpha over her. I've never had that happen before with anyone and it brings me back to all the questions I have regarding the call she made to my wolf.

She finally pulls away but apparently only to whisper naughty words into my ear which before tonight, I would have reasoned was impossible for her to do.

"All I can think about is unwrapping that pretty suit off you like a present. Letting my mouth taste each inch of skin that is revealed".

I groan softly and the beautiful column of her neck is calling to me in the semi-darkness. I start with kissing it with my lips while licking it slowly with my tongue. I feel her shivering but it's a warm night. The urge to taste her overcomes me suddenly and it's shocking how intense the desire is especially since I've never possessed this desire before. I feel the urge to bite and mark her to show everyone she is only mine and I suck her skin into my my mouth in order to suck and taste. I can feel her heartbeat and smell her blood flowing beneath her skin and it smells coppery and delicious. I groan loudly as I nip her flesh with my teeth.

I've never had the urge to possess and taste blood before.

Then she moans my name and it the sound of it brings me back to myself and I pull away.

I gently rest his forehead against her collarbone as a respite from what I want to do to her. I seriously need to get a grip before I scare her off. As I pull away I notice that a massive hickey is already forming on her neck and I feel a surge of possessiveness and satisfaction that my mark is on her. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Fuck. You're going to be the death of me."

She laughs and it sounds beautiful. "Sounds like a lovely way to go."

I need to get away from this deserted place before I lose all my self-control. I pull us out of the shade of the trees and suddenly we are on one of the pathways of the park.

"Come. Dinner awaits."

I intertwine our fingers since I can't seem to keep my hands to myself and I bring up her hand to kiss the back. I quickly pull us forward, I don't know how long I can remain alone with her without fucking her.

Thankfully, I see The Tavern on the Green in the distance and I hear a little gasp escape her and I look toward her face and her eyes are alight with joy, her face looks to be in rapture and it takes my breath away. How lovable her simplicity is mostly because it differentiates her from most of the people I come in contact with.

"Welcome to Tavern on the Green, Hermione."

"Wow! This place is beautiful, like something out of a storybook fairytale. How'd you ever find it?"

"I came here with my parents as a boy. My father proposed to my mother here, so it became one of her favorite places. They would come here for every anniversary and celebration."

That's true enough, however, the restaurant looked substantially different than when I first purchased it because I wanted to renovate it to accommodate her tastes and it pleases me that it was successful. Her reaction was even better than I could have imagined.

I offer her my arm and I feel her rest her hand on my forearm. The weight of her hands comfort and calm me.

"Come, our table awaits."

I slowly pulls her forward to a little podium with a nicely dressed man behind it.

"Hello Mr. Lupin. It's nice for you to be joining us again. I'll let the chef know you're here. Would you like a table inside or outside?".

Why did Martin have to mention letting the chef know I was here. I almost want to glare at him but he probably didn't think anything of it and probably thinks the woman next to me knows who I am. I can't lie to her and I'm not quite ready to tell her yet. That conversation definitely needs to be one we have in private.

Before Hermione has time to question his little slip, I ask her

"What do you prefer Hermione?"

"Outside definitely."

"Outside it is."

I go into my jacket pocket and pull out a thinly folded hundred dollar bill so Hermione can't see its denomination.

"Thank you sir."

"Nonsense. I appreciate how much you are accommodating us at such short notice."

Not that he really accommodated anything. I always have a table here unless I call and cancel it for the night.

Another man with a nice suit comes forward.

"Alex will lead you to your table".

"Right this way sir".

We follow Alex who leads us to a table off to the side of the center of the patio. It's my favorite table on the patio because of the amount of space I have from the other patrons.

I can tell she is uncomfortable with the amount of stares that are elicited but they are mostly because I am generally alone when I come here or travel so to see me with anyone is rather odd.

I gently begin to rub the hand on top of my forearm.

"The women stare at you because they are jealous that they can't be as beautiful as you are and the men stare at me because they are jealous they aren't in my place. Being with you makes me the luckiest man alive."

I let her go so I can pull out her seat. I let her have the seat with her back to everyone so I can make sure I am the person she focuses on.

I quickly seat myself. The sooner we get this done, the more time I get to have with her alone. I have to find a way to order for the both of us so I can watch her as she eats my favorite dishes here.

"Would you mind if I ordered for us, Hermione? There are certain tastes I want to experience with you together".

"Sure".

Her response causes me to smile. I would have expected her to argue with me about that.

"We'll have the roasted figs, hand cut steak tartare, and grilled baby octopus for starters along with a bottle of champagne, please. Then well have the grilled lobster risotto, the caramelized diver sea scallops, the dry aged NY sirloin steak medium rare, the grilled whole fish, and the caramelized rack of lamb medium rare"

"Very good sir."

Alex bows and leaves us. When I usually come he and I have some wonderful conversations. His ability to discern the fact that I want this over as soon as possible is why he's my favorite waiter. I think a nice promotion would be good for him.

"Remus, you ordered far too much food for only the two of us".

"Perhaps, but each dish will build on the others and will become like a symphony of flavors on the palate".

I smirk as I lean in

"Besides, you're going to need your strength for what I have planned for us".