So, second chapter tonight! I would just like to start by dedicating this chapter to a very loyal reader named Hannah! Thank you Hannah, you are a wonderful reader and thank you so much for following this story! Hannah, you have also inspired me to do a thing! To encourage you guys to maybe leave some more reviews and PMs, I am going to start a lil' ol' competition. Every so often, I am going to pick one of you guys who has got involved the most and I'll do something for you. This could range from a PM and a shout in the AN, or maybe your name somewhere in the story or, if you are extra lovely, I'll write a little one shot story about any pairing you chose. I'm feeling generous so get reviewing and PMing, guys! Favorite, follow and review. Not J K Rowling. Enjoy!
~Notesandlit
Remus POV
Night had well and truly fallen and I was lying awake in my bed. Hogwarts had broken up for the summer and it was currently the 5th day of the holidays. That meant Hermione was only a few months away from becoming of age. Her Birthday was on the 19th of September and, as happy as I was that we could start a more open relationship once that day arrived, I was anxious about how we would announce the news to everyone. We had been very lucky with the few people who had already found out about the two if us (despite the little hiccup concerning Sirius) however, I couldn't help but feel as if not everyone would be as accepting of my feelings towards Hermione. I had had doubts myself. In the beginning, I struggled with the way I felt about her. Hermione was sixteen. Did that make me some sort of monster? But I had reasoned with myself and reminded myself that I did not perceive Hermione to be a sixteen year old. She was, not just in my eyes I believe, an incredibly intelligent, wise, mature, caring and beautiful person that I had fallen completely, and utterly in love with. But this would not be enough for some, I worried. To most, Hermione and I are completely separate people. We have very rarely spent much, intimate time with each other in the presence of other. To find out that we had even a friendship, let alone a deep, mutual connection would come as a complete surprise to many. How would we show them? We couldn't exactly just bring it up at dinner one evening. It would help, as possibly misleading as this could be, for them to at least be suspecting something before hand. For them to see how at ease we were in each other's company. For them to see us spending close time with each other. Perhaps I could take Hermione out somewhere? Not in any romantic way but just for them to see us together in a neutral environment. I stretched my arms out in front of me, interlinking my fingers as to stretch them also. I noticed that my elbows stuck out more than usual and my muscles were just as prominent. I hadn't been eating much and I was becoming even more lean and muscular than usual. Bringing my arms down and rolling my shoulders, I thought to myself that I would think more about taking Hermione out as I rolled over and closed my eyes before attempting sleep.
