***DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING RECOGNIZABLE, SUCH AS THE DIALOGUE WHERE HARRY TRIES TO YELL THE HOUSE DOWN. I TOOK ALMOST ALL OF THAT EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX WORD FOR WORD. J.K. ROWLING OWNS IT AND EVERYTHING HARRY POTTER, NOT ME.

They waited and waited for a couple of hours, but Harry still hadn't shown up, so, Hermione and Remus separated for the evening. She found Ron and Ginny sitting in the room she and Ginny shared. Ginny busied herself reading the Witch Weekly while Ron and Hermione played Wizard Chess. And then, they heard footsteps on the stairs. The door handle rattled, and then, the door opened and revealed Harry on the other side. Without a second thought, Hermione jumped up, ran to him, and threw her arms and legs around him.

"Oh Harry! You're here! Thank goodness you're safe! I missed you!"

Harry patted her back awkwardly. Hermione continued to hold on to him until she heard a throat clear.

"Oh!" she blushed, "sorry."

Ron was next to greet him.

"We've been worried about you mate. Glad you made it in one piece."

"Ah ha ha, yeah," Harry scratched the back of his neck.

"So I take it that you all know what happened?"

Ron and Hermione nodded.

"I could't believe my ears, mate. But it looks like the Order has everything under control..."

There was silence.

"Order?"

Hermione glared at Ron, before she looked at Harry pleadingly.

"Oh Harry, we didn't want to keep this from you, and it's not like we're not allowed in meetings and Dumbledore made us swear not to tell you-"

"You lied to me?" Harry's voice was ice cold and his green eyes darkened to an almost black.

"You knew what I was going through, how lonely I was, AND YOU LIED TO ME! SO I GUESS YOU ALL WERE HAVING A GOOD LAUGH AT ME! OH THERE'S POOR POTTER, STUCK WITH THE DURSLEY'S AGAIN! YOU ALL WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MY FRIENDS! SO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN IN MEETINGS, BIG DEAL! YOU'VE STILL BEEN HERE HAVEN'T YOU? YOU'VE STILL BEEN TOGETHER! I'VE HANDLED MORE THAN YOU TWO'VE EVER MANAGED AND DUMBLEDORE KNOWS IT-WHO SAVED THE SORCERER'S STONE? WHO GOT RID OF RIDDLE? WHO SAVED BOTH YOUR ASSES FROM THE DEMENTORS? ME!" He was advancing on them. Hermione tried to go to him, but Ron kept her away. It was Ginny, who had been ignored, that was able to put a dent in his anger.

"We didn't have a choice Harry! We wanted to tell you but we were forbidden to, so just STOP AND DEAL WITH IT JUST LIKE WE HAD TO!"

Harry looked at her and glared, and began pacing and muttering to himself. Ron was standing there with his mouth half-open, stunned, and Hermione was on the verge of tears.

There was a crack, and the Twins appeared in the room.

"Hello Harry," George beamed, "We thought we heard your dulcet tones."

"You don't want to bottle your anger like that, mate, let it all out. There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn't hear you," finished Fred, who was also beaming as if nothing was amiss.

"I see you've passed your Apparation tests then," grumped Harry.

"Of course."

Harry looked at his friends and scowled. Hermione made the decision to tell Harry everything. She knew, knew, that keeping secrets from Harry was a bad idea. He reacted just as she thought he would.

"Harry, we might not be allowed in meetings, but I do know quite a bit that's going on."

"Oi! What do you mean 'Mione?" asked Ron.

"I've been talking with Lupin, and Sirius."

"Oh, so that's where you've been when we're not cleaning."

"Yes, Ron," sighed Hermione.

She turned back to Harry.

"Ask me anything and I'll answer to the best of my ability."

"What is this place?"

"It's Sirius' family home and it's Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix."

"Are you going to bother to tell me what-?"

"It's a secret society," said Hermione quickly, "Dumbledore's in charge, and he's also the one who founded it. It's basically like an army, who fights against You-Know-Who. The Order fought against You-Know-Who the first time around."

"Who's in it?"

"Only a few in the innermost circle, Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Remus, Tonks, Sirius, Snape-"

"Snape's invlolved?" Harry asked sharply.

"Yes, he's been involved since you were a baby. He's on our side."

"What are they doing to stop Voldemort? Do they know what he's up to?"

"Some of the members are following Death Eaters, Lupin has a spy on the inside from the Werewolf community, they're recruiting more members for the Order, and they're guarding something, some sort of weapon. Remus hasn't told me what, obviously, but apparently it's really important because You-Know-Who has been trying to get to it."

"Why couldn't I find anything in the papers?"

"Dumbledore is using his influence to keep everything out of the paper."

There was silence.

"I, uh," Harry cleared his throat awkwardly, "It's good to see you all."

Ron slumped in relief and gave their friend a wide smile.

"Welcome back mate," Ron said as he clapped his friend on the shoulder.

Hermione smiled a small smile. The three friends spent the rest of the night catching up.

"You're really having a Ministry Hearing day after tomorrow? Bloody hell Harry, you're just a young bloke, not a criminal."

Harry just shrugged. Hermione couldn't help but feel concerned for her friend.

Once they had finally separated to go sleep for the remaining few hours before daylight, Hermione found that she couldn't sleep. Her mind kept on going over the events that happened that evening.

'Harry was so angry. I have never seen him like that, not even that one time he was mad at Remus and hit him.'

At the time, she felt actual fear. For those few minutes she was afraid of her friend. However, now she was feeling hurt.

'How could he treat us like that? We're his friends.'

For a moment her mind was silent and all he could hear were the soft snores of Ginny in the bed beside hers. Hearing her friend sleep started her thoughts again. She had never seen Ginny react like that to Harry. Hermione thought it was quite impressive.

Thinking of Ginny started her thoughts again on Harry. She found that she couldn't be in the room anymore.

Hermione silently got up, grabbed her wand and robe and silently crept out of the room and made her way to the library, her sanctuary.

Remus knew that trying to sleep was futile, but he tried anyway. He had two more days until the full moon, and already his body was starting to show the signs. It seemed as if the older he got, the quicker his body began to change.

He finally gave up on sleep. He got up, put on some pants, and headed to the library. He was surprised when he saw flickering firelight as he approached the room. Someone was already there. He entered and then he grew concerned when he saw that it was Hermione. She looked deep in thought, staring at the fire in the fireplace, yet not seeing it.

Remus took a moment to observe her. She was sitting there in a light blue terry-cloth robe, her riotous hair bed-mussed, and her knees drawn up to her chin. The firelight danced across her face, giving her skin a warm glow.

She looked real, even cute. And attractive. Throughout his adulthood life he had seen many women in various states of undress while at home. When he would visit James and Lily, she would never dare be seen out of proper attire. If there ever was a visitor, her hair was always groomed, and she wore shirts and modest skirts. The women Sirius would bring home to stay the weekends were always dressed with one of his shirts loosely draped around them, and sometimes the buttons were buttoned improperly. When living with her, Nymphadora always wore expensive lingerie with a very short, thin, silky matching robe. At the beginning of their relationship, sometimes she wouldn't even bother because he would remove them anyway.

But to him, dressed the way she was, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Is everything alright?"

Hermione jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Oh, yes, I just couldn't sleep. My brain won't shut off."

Remus made his way to her, sat next to her and put his arm around her and she snuggled into him.

"What has you staying up so late?"

"It's not that I'm not glad that Harry's here, but the way he acted tonight. I don't know. I just, I mean-I can't really blame him for being angry. What kind of friend withholds information from another friend? He had every right to know everything because it's been him that's been saving lives since we were eleven."

"No. That's where you're wrong Hermione," said Remus vehemently and squeezed her to him, "Harry may have finished fights, but it's been you, me, Ron, and other people who have been helping. Harry could not have gotten the Philosopher's Stone on his own without you solving that riddle, and with Ron playing Wizard Chess. He even needed the help of a Death Eater in disguise to help him throughout the Tri-Wizard tournament, and those are just a few examples. He had no right yelling at you all tonight."

"You heard that?"

"Yes," he chuckled lightly, "I did, along with the rest of the household."

"Oh. Well." She blushed.

They sat there for a few moments in silence. Remus couldn't help but enjoy the heat of Hermione's body next to him. She felt perfect and he was surrounded by her scent. Moony was softly growling in enjoyment inside him.

Hermione looked up at him and gasped.

"Remus, your eyes are completely amber!"

Remus looked away from her.

"Yes, they get like that the few days before each full moon."

"But, I've seen you before during some of those days and I've never seen them change like that."

"Normally, my eyes would change the night before the full moon, but it seems like my body is starting to change at a much earlier time."

"How is that possible?"

"I don't know. My guess is that the older a Werewolf gets, the more wolflike he becomes. Greyback, for example. Even while human, he has claw-like finger nails, and is very hairy."

"Well, I think your eyes look gorgeous."

Remus looked back at her, warmth expanding in his chest. He couldn't help burying his nose in her hair, taking her scent.

'Mine.'

The heat of the fire, the heat created by the nearness of their bodies, and his very heightened sense of smell intensified her scent to the point where he was literally drowning in it. He wanted to drown more. His breaking point, however, was when he smelled a new hint to her scent. It was a spicy scent that was new yet familiar. Female arousal. Moony was literally howling.

'Mine! My scent! Take! Want my scent!'

All of the feelings he had been suppressing for the past weeks culminated to this very moment.

with his arm still around her, he took his other hand, grasped her chin, turned her face towards him, and lowered his lips to hers. Heat. Pure heat, and desire spread from the top of his head to his very toes. He intensified his kiss and poured all of his pent up passion for her into her sweet mouth.

She sighed a sweet sigh into his mouth and she brought her hand to his chest. More of his control snapped. Growling, he pushed her down on the sofa and put himself on top of her. They continued kissing, their desire building and building to the point where Remus couldn't help but flex his hips and push his hardened member against her to create desperately needed friction.

Hermione tore her mouth from his, and moaned his name.

That moan brought him back to reality.

"Fuck!"

He jumped away from her.

Hermione sat up confused.

"Remus, what's wrong?

Remus started pacing.

"What's wrong Hermione, is that we shouldn't have done that. It was a mistake. It can't happen again."

"I don't think it was a mistake. I liked it. I liked kissing you. In fact, Remus, I really really like you," Hermione said quietly.

Remus stopped pacing and looked at her in amazement, then he sighed and ran his hand through his greying hair.

"Hermione, you don't know what you're saying."

"I know exactly what I'm saying! Remus, I care about you so much. I want to be with you."

Remus looked at her in amazement.

"Hermione, you're too young, and I'm too old. You're only fifteen. You should have experiences that every fifteen year-old should have."

"I have had experiences. I've already had my first boyfriend, my first formal dance, my first break-up, my first kiss, my first necking session-"

Remus growled loudly and grasped her shoulders tightly.

"Who would dare lay his dirty hands on you!"

Hermione just stared at him, then smiled.

"You have feelings for me too."

Remus jumped back. He couldn't deny her claim, not when he so clearly displayed evidence supporting it. The thought of another male touching her intimately set both the man and wolf on fire with jealousy.

'Mine! My scent! Mine! No one touches Mine!'

His teeth began to itch, and the urge to bite her, to mark her, grew within him.

'No! I will not subject her to that!'

Remus turned to the fireplace grasped the mantle with both hands and leaned.

"We cannot be together Hermione. I'm too old, too dangerous, and you're too young."

"I don't care about our age difference-".

"Go to bed Hermione."

"But-"

"Go."

He hear her turn and leave, sniffling all the way. He felt like a monster for hurting her, again, but she'd get over it in time. She'd get over him.

His chest felt tight, and Moony was howling.

'Nooo! Mine!'

The rest of the summer passed by, with Hermione and Remus avoiding each other.

Even though Hermione was hurting, her friendship deepened with Sirius and the rest of her friends.

She had never appreciated Ginny's friendship so much before. Ginny's presence and friendship offered comfort only a fellow woman could give.

Even though Hermione's love life was in turmoil, it didn't mean that she couldn't give sound love advice, specifically to Ginny, regarding Harry.

"Distance yourself from him a bit."

"How do you mean?"

"Be his friend, but don't fawn all over him. You're so young Ginny. Get a boyfriend, or start flirting with other boys. In time, he'll start to notice you. Right now, he most likely thinks of you as 'Ginny, Ron's little sister.' Start showing him other-wise. Start showing him that yes, you're Ron's sister, but that you're also a woman."

"Are you sure it will work?"

"I'm sure for the most part. I know him. Sometimes, things have to be spelled out for him, more than once."

"Alright, I'll give it a try."

"Good, but don't do it just for him, Ginny. Do it for yourself. Experience life."

The time came for the teens to go back to Hogwarts, and Hermione and Remus still avoided each other.

Once they arrived at the train station, she made no promise to write to him this year, nor did he ask.

But by the third week of school, she really wished she had.

A/N: SORRY AGAIN FOR THE LONG WAIT. I WAS GOING TO UPDATE MUCH SOONER. IN FACT, I WAS GOING TO DO A DOUBLE UPDATE, BUT THEN, I THOUGHT 'WELL, WHY DON'T I COMBINE THE TWO CHAPTERS? SO THAT'S WHAT I DID. I COMBINED THEM AND TWEAKED THEM A BIT AND HERE'S THE RESULT. A LONGER CHAPTER ;)

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE,

AKEMI