A/N: I've wrote this damn chapter six fucking times in the last month, and my phone keeps deleting it. Hence the delay I fucking hate Google Docs. Any recommendations for something better would be much appreciated. I need to thank Chrissy333 for her help the last handful of chapters. You're awesome. Thank you so much. Sorry for the language but six times is six too many.

July 1996

Tonks sat across from Sirius in the kitchen. Remus was with Hermione,the only place he seemed to be anymore. "I'm not his Mate am I?" she asked.

A million emotions flitted across Sirius' face, before settling for a mask of indifference. "Dora that's a long story," he said, sipping his tea, laced with fire whiskey. He wasn't a complete barbarian.

"Answer the question cousin," Tonks said.

"No you're not. He does love you Tonks," Sirius replied, wanting a full bottle of whiskey to cope with the hurt on Tonks' face. Remus should have told her the truth sooner. The wolf shouldn't have held on as long as he had to the other witch.

"Does he know who she is?" The words came out in a dangerous even tone. She was half Black after all.

"Yes, he knows her," Sirius answered.

"Does she know?"

"She did when we first met her. She doesn't know now," Sirius stated, hoping Remus would pop in and save him.

"What do you mean Sirius? She knew then why doesn't she...Hermione." Tonks started to laugh, as the pieces clicked into place. "Time travel? She could be tried, and Kissed. She knew better."

"Lover's box. She's protected by Merlin's magic," Sirius replied. He took a deep breath. "Remus met Hermione 'Mia' Granger October 31st 1977, they started their correspondence August 1977 and 1998 respectively."

Tonks smiled. "I'm glad it's her. I couldn't imagine losing him to anyone besides her. They fit together, like a puzzle. They're two sides of the same galleon aren't they?"

Sirius nodded. "That they are. I'm sorry Dora."

Her smile finally faltered, as she stood up. Remus came around the corner and into the kitchen. "Mia is asleep," he said, to Sirius not noticing Tonks until she cleared her throat.

"Hi Dora," Remus said.

"I know Remus," she murmured.

He crossed the room and pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry Tonks. In another world we would've worked. I do love you."

She kissed him for the last time. "Just not how I love you. Or how you love her. I'm glad it's her Remus."

He sighed, letting Tonks slip out of his arms. He watched her leave, a frown marring his features. He looked over at Sirius. "I'm going to go check on Mione."

"Go be with your Mate. Bury your hurt in a book. I'll be here drinking my tea, like a good Englishman," Sirius quipped before Remus left the room, muttering about fire whisky and tea. He took a few deep breaths, fingering the chain that held Marlene's rings. "Marly I can't do this without you anymore. I love you."

January 1999

Remus sat down with his tea, while Harry watched him. "You have a question."

"How do you know?" Harry asked.

"You may look like James, but your body language is all Lily. She used to fidget when she wanted to ask something. Ask away Harry?" Remus said, sipping his tea.

"Are you going to marry Hermione?"

Remus choked on his tea. "Technically I'm already married to her."

"I mean are you going to Claim her as your Mate and having a binding ceremony," Harry asked.

"Yes. You sound like your dad and Sirius," Remus pointed out.

"Where they protective of her?" Harry crossed and undressed his arms, before taking a sip of his tea.

"Sirius was more than James. James knew Mia could handle herself. Sirius knew what would happen to her and stepped in as her brother. Those two have a bond stronger than mine with her. Her strongest bond was with your mum. Her and Lily were close. She'll mourn hard when she comes back," Remus said, "They talked about you often."

"They did?"

"Lily had a lot of questions about the son she would never meet. If you had someone special. What you were like. What you looked like. If you were an idiot like James and got a tattoo at sixteen." Remus smiled into his tea cup.

"My dad had a tattoo?"

"Your dad had three. A red and orange calla Lily on his left forearm. That was his first. Dorea boxed his ears for weeks. He had his wedding date over his heart with the rune forever and last he had your handprint on his right pec," Remus said.

"My handprint," Harry asked,

"Your newborn hand. Your parents loved you Harry more than imaginable. Sirius and I were there the day you were born," Remus said, smiling.

"You were?"

Remus nodded. "You were the most loved baby Harry."

Harry smiled. "Remus for the record I'm glad it's you." He stood up. "I'll let you have your tea in peace." Harry made it to the door.

"Harry how do you feel about being an uncle?"

The young man stopped and turned around. "Really?"

Remus smiled. "She was my wife."

Harry left the kitchen in a daze. "An uncle."

Remus shook his head, a faint smile still on his lips. He loved mornings, a new day. New possibilities. One day closer to his wife being home. One day closer to meeting his child. One day closer to the rest of his life. He couldn't wait. But for now he had a trip to plan. Hermione truly thought of everything. Eight weeks before she was due to be back, he'd leave for a two week trip, to check up on his witch. Supposedly. Remus finished his tea. One day closer.

January 1978

Hermione wiped her eyes one last time as she searched for Remus. She was done crying over the things she couldn't change. No plan she came up with would guarantee the life of her Mate. She stopped and focused on Remus. Library. Hermione turned on her heel and headed in that direction. She went back to their corner of the library, back in the furthest stacks and shelves.

Remus looked up the second he smelled her. He gave her just a whisp of a smile. "Hi."

"I love you," she whispered.

"And I you." He gestured for her to sit.

She went to his side, leaning against the edge of the walnut library table. "I'm sorry Remus sometimes this isn't easy."

His eyes met hers. "What can I do? How can I make it better?"

Hermione took a shaky breath. "Just hold my hand. Stand beside me. Let me know I'm not completely alone."

He took her hands in his. "Always. Even when you're not mine."

She smiled at him, as he brushed away a stray tear with the pad of his thumb. "Thank you," she mouthed.

He nudged her so that she sat directly in front of him. "I love you Mia."

She bent down and kissed him, tongue seeking access to his mouth. He parted his lips, his tongue reaching out for hers. His hands slid away from hers and up the sides of her skirt, calloused hands dancing against bare thighs.

Her moan, sent a shockwave straight to his groin. Remus grabbed his wand, and cast a silencing charm and a disillusionment around them. He went back to stroking her thighs as his tongue resumed massaging hers.

She let out a squeak, as he slipped a finger into her. Remus chuckled, kissing her as he slowly slid his finger in and out of her. She squirmed on the table. He moved to kiss her neck, hot opens mouth kisses. She clutched at his shoulders making him look at her. Gold eyes met brown.

Moony took a deep breath. "Spread your legs. I want to taste you."

Hermione nodded, spreading her legs as he sunk to his knees. Her knickers disappeared. Remus continued to stroke her inner walls with a singular finger.

"You. Smell. Like. Rain," Moony growled between each deep breath, as he kissed her inner thighs.

Hermione writhed on the table as he inserted another finger into her. He trailed wet open mouthed kisses along her center, dipping his tongue into her slit and licking her slowly. She tasted like nectar.

She whined when he moved to trail kisses along her other thigh. She ached from the slow pace of his fingers. She felt every inch, barely grazing against her g-spot. Just enough to make her want more.

He finally made his way back to her quim. He put his arm around her hips, holding her secure. "Just feel Mia. Close your eyes and feel," he whispered.

Hermione closed her eyes, and relaxed with a sigh. Remus kissed her center again, his tongue rubbing against her clit. He licked, and nibbled the small nub, as her fingers found their way to his hair . She whispered his name over and over again, a prayer.

Remus kept his pace, slow strokes with his tongue and fingers, before picking up speed to make her moan. Pushing her close to her peak, before returning to the slow hum. Hermione let out a low whine, "Remus, please." She tugged his hair harder.

He blew against her clit, grinning as she jumped, pulling him closer to her sex. He knew she was close, her walls has started to tighten around his fingers. Remus placed a wet kiss to her sex, as he thrust his fingers into her a little harder. She tumbled off the edge with a silent scream.

She saw stars as she came, Remus' name on her lips. He stood up, kissing her gently.

"Wow," she whispered, as her body stopped shuddering. She rested her forehead against his chest. He listened to her heart slow, and her pants become deep even breaths. He kissed her forehead as her eyes drifted close, and her breathing even completely. He cast a few spells to straighten their clothes before scooping her into his arms.

He carried his wife bridal style up to her room. Remus tucked her into bed and kissed her forehead again.

"Hermione I don't know what I'll do without you. I love you," he whispered, falling into bed beside her. He pulled her to him, cradling her against him, as he fell asleep, his body curved around her's protectively.