Two things – one, as soon as I figured out how amazing it would be if Remus was the artsy one, I immediately regretted having Hermione paint. So think of hers more as a pick-me-up rather than something she does just whenever and wherever. She started painting a lot more after the War, it's like a coping mechanism. Remus is more artsy, sketchy, smudges on the fingertips and sides of the hands artsy. Someone pointed out how it just seemed to weigh Hermione down last chapter and didn't really fit, and I completely agree and I agonized over this for ages before finally using the above to deal with it. I still feel a gape hole in my heart though. *sniff*

Two – Andrew Garfield would make a really wonderful Remus. He's kinda-sorta what I picture for Remus, but not quite, and definitely not his voice. I dunno. Andrew Garfield is pretty though. *grins*


"And you have been where?"

Remus groaned and buried his face deeper into the pillow. He'd woken up around four in the morning and had accidentally woken Hermione up, and the two agreed that the other Marauders were probably worried about him, so he headed back to the Shrieking Shack, only to find that the three were sound asleep. They obviously weren't too worried about him, so he collapsed into his bed, and had just been rudely awaken by Sirius as he sat on his back.

"Nowhere," he mumbled.

"Yeah, we totally believe that," James scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"You'd have to be somewhere," Peter insisted.

"Were you with Hermione? I bet you were. Are you agonizing over blowing everything up with her? If you actually did something I would've thought you'd be happier about it," Sirius frowned.

"I slept on her couch," he answered.

"And where did she sleep?" he prodded.

"Why do you want to know?"

"You're being defensive."

"I am not!"

"Yeah, you are, Moony," James said as he leaned against his wall.

"Did she sleep in her bed?" Peter asked.

Remus grimaced, "No…"

"Did she sleep near you?" James asked.

"Kind of."

"What is 'kind of'?" Sirius hummed.

"I tugged her on me."

"Wow, you really go all out, don't you?" Sirius scoffed, rolling his eyes and hopping off of him as he sat up and frowned at him. "How many opportunities did you have to kiss her?"

"I lost count after seventeen," he said morosely, "I drew her too."

"What?" Sirius whirled around, as he'd been headed towards the door, and James looked between the two in amusement, keeping his mouth shut and sliding down the wall to watch.

"Mate, you don't tell anyone you draw," Peter spoke up with a blink.

"I know," he groaned, flopping into his mattress and rubbing his hands over his eyes, "I need to get over this."

"Oh, you can't," James said, quite happily, making the three look and blink at him as he stood and dusted off his trousers, walking out of the door. The three followed him, Remus tugging on his jacket so he could keep some amount of warmth.

"What do you mean I can't?" Remus asked, eyes narrowed, as if James was planning a trick on him, although he looked incredibly happy about it.

"You can't because you're in love with her," he smirked as Remus looked as if he'd been slapped in the face, "Face it – this isn't about some stupid crush or sex or anything. You're in love with Hermione."

"I am not, I – I barely know her!"

"So?" he shrugged and flopped down in an armchair, "Your dreams about her aren't perverted, and you're not like a lovesick puppy trailing her around – "

"Practically," Remus muttered irritably as he sat on the couch, Sirius and Peter quietly discussing this to themselves in the background.

"Face it," James grinned, "You're in love with Hermione."

"Who's in love with Hermione?" Luna questioned as she came up the steps, perching herself on the arm of James's chair and blinking.

"Remus," Sirius answered as he glared over at him.

"Oh, so you finally realized? Congratulations," she smiled at him as he blinked.

"Luna, how could I be in love with her?" he argued.

"How could you not?" she countered, leaving him blinking once again, "I think nearly everyone sees it, if they look hard enough. Besides, what's so bad about being in love?"

"I suppose nothing, but Hermione's my professor, and my friend – it's weird," he huffed.

"Hardly," she hummed, sliding down and slipping into James's lap, "James was my friend before I began dating him. I suppose if he'd been my professor, we might've gotten strange looks, but who cares what anyone else thinks when you're in love?"

"I'm seventeen, I can't be in love," he glared at the ceiling as he slid further in his seat.

"Why not?" James and Luna chorused.

"Are you two sharing one mind?" Sirius grinned as he leaned against the back of the couch, Peter walking to the open armchair, "Remus, Pete and I have come to a conclusion."

"Do I want to hear it?" he asked.

"Probably not," Peter admitted.

"We've agreed that you do seem to be mooning over Hermione too much for you to only fancy her," Sirius stated as he hopped over the back of the couch, "Don't worry, things will probably get better."

"Probably," he scoffed.

"Maybe," Peter echoed.

"We're unsure at the moment," James grinned.

"I think they will," Luna said airily, "The Offish Noisers say so."

"The what?" Remus asked blankly.

"They tell people when good things will come their way," she explained.

"Like Karma, only without bad stuff," James said, making her nod. Sirius and Remus exchanged a glance before grinning at the two.

"If you say so," Remus said, deciding that now would be a good time to let the matter drop.


Hermione groaned and stretched, curling her fingers around her pillow and burying her face in it before deciding that something was off. She raised her head up and pressed her hand into it, trying to find some lump or something that signified that something was wrong before finding nothing. She tilted her head and saw that nothing seemed out of place on it, so she lay her head back down and inhaled deeply.

That's what was off. It smelled differently. It didn't smell as nice as it used to. She pressed her face into it and inhaled again. It still smelled the same, but it wasn't as good as it had been a night ago. She pursed her lips and thought before freezing and groaning, covering her blushing face with her hands. Remus smelled far better than her pillow ever had. He'd ruined her pillow for her. She had half a mind to go down there and tell him, but decided that that was an awful idea and decided against doing that and embarrassing herself.

No, no, this couldn't possibly be happening. He was a student for Merlin's sake! She shouldn't be attracted to him at all! She'd just ignore it, that's what she would do, just as she always had with all of her other crushes growing up, and then the problem would go away and she'd get over it. Content with this answer to her dilemma, she snuggled back down into her pillow, but scowled when she was reminded that it'd been ruined.

"Note to self," she murmured as she tugged the blankets up over her shoulders, "Get a new pillow."


I'm sorry to disappoint, but nothing's going to happen for a while with their relationship. It's like soon-ish but not that soon, you know?