A/N: Sorry it took me a day longe to update, my dad came visiting and I had to play host to him for the weekend :P

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Chapter Thirty-Seven – Define Fun

"So? Are you having fun?"

Hermione looked up from the book she was reading. She was currently in the library, waiting for Luna to finish Charms in one of her not so rare free periods. Ever since she dropped out from Divination she had followed with Muggle Studies and History of Magic. The first was just a pain in the ass with all the wrong information they were fed and the second was just a waste of time. Her Mama had explained at the beginning of her fourth year that she could take both OWL's and NEWT's without having to pass the customary classes, so she was aiming to take those two OWL's, but without the constant nuisance of seeing Burbage and Binns. Also being the teacher's pet was certainly handy while one was also top of the class, the rest of the staff was happy to give her free days so that the rest of the class could catch up with her. "Define fun, please." She asked with a smile.

The older man sat heavily in the armchair next to hers, prompting Madam Pince to scold them harshly. With a guilty smile, Sirius simply nodded his understanding to the old librarian. Turning back to the brunette he whispered. "Fun as in, am I a good teacher?"

Hermione closed her book and scooted closer to the Auror so they would not need to raise their voices. "I really like the way you teach, it reminds me of Remus and Professor Greenwood. It is different, but you are actually teaching us. Thank you for it."

Sirius beamed at who was considered the most intelligent witch of the century and what it was undeniable a praise, he felt that having one from the young girl was as difficult as having one from the Headmistress. "Really? How so?"

"You connect with us in a way only I've seen Remus do, but you are also full of facts that made the class interesting, just as Professor Greenwood. You manage to keep us focused without instilling fear, in fact, we listen to you because we want to, not because we need to."

"Awesome." He giggled like a school girl while looking over her shoulder to something behind her. "Remus and Tamsin are going to be so jealous!"

"Why would they?" The brunette asked just for the sake of knocking the man out his high horse. "They are amazing teachers on their own."

"Why, thank you Hermione." The sudden voice of Remus Lupin made her smirk. So that was what made Sirius all cocky so suddenly. "Tamsin and I are grateful of your approval."

The young brunette looked to where her two Professors were standing. Remus let himself drop in the loveseat just in front Sirius and Professor Greenwood followed him a little more subtly. "Can we sit here, Miss McGonagall?" She was the only one polite enough to ask and it made the younger witch smile at the sudden blush that spread over the males' cheeks.

"You are very welcome, Professors, but please call me Hermione. Miss McGonagall is my Mama." And that was true as the Headmistress never married, not that she did not have her long-time boyfriend.

The Transfiguration teacher smiled. "Then please call me Tamsin, Hermione."

"It'll be my pleasure, Tamsin." That was one of the reasons she loved her younger Professors, they were more approachable and did not look down at the students like they were small minded munchkins… well, Snape did look down at them with an air of superiority that only made her want to slap him.

"What are you doing insides on such a good day, Hermione? If you don't mind me asking." Tamsin asked, trying to get comfortable around her very first name-basis student.

The brunette's mouth quirked slightly to the side. "I'm waiting for Luna to finish Charms." She confessed lightly. She was sure both Tamsin and Remus knew of the rumors in the castle, just as she was sure both of them had seen the hickey that had adorned her neck three days ago. The red spot on her skin had made all the school missed her robes and tie's color change as nobody had mention it, yet.

"So you two are really together, then?" This time the younger girl blushed at Remus question. It was not like she was ashamed or nervous about her dating Luna, no, her blush was wore due to the fact that she had not even talked to her Mama of her change of status, nor her now black robes. She should talk to her soon, though, because if the staff knew about then I would surely reach her Mama's ears sooner rather than later.

"Yeah." She replied smartly.

Tamsin then did something utterly uncharacteristically from the usual stern Transfiguration Mistress. She squealed. "I knew it!" She cringed at the hushing sound she gained for Madam Prince. "Ups."

Hermione had to do everything in her power to not laugh at the silly sight that was Tamsins squirming like a school girl, though if she was fair, the Professor did look like a school girl, she was the youngest in staff and as magical people tended to age slower than Muggles, she looked only a couple of years older than Hermione. She had to make a bigger effort not to laugh when the two wizards promptly presented some coins to the older female, clearly paying up some kind of bet.

"Making money off my love life, Professors? That's low." She mused with a wide grin.

Tamsin had the decency to blush as she accepted her money. "Not really… I have to pay the Weasly twins their own pool… I'm sure I lost that one."

The brunette tilted her head to the side. "What was that one about?"

"When you two first kissed." It was Remus who answered that question.

"Oh." Turning to the only other female, Hermione asked. "When did you bet on?"

"I said that it would be in February, preferably on Valentine." Remus chimed in.

"During Easter Break." Sirius answered his bet.

"After Christmas but before the first week of January." Tamsin growled, knowing none of them had won.

Hermione smiled. "And how would you know when we first kissed?"

The Auror shrugged. "Usually when a couple start kissing they don't stop unless is truly necessary, and you two haven't snogged in public yet. Although the hickey in your neck made us wonder."

"Sorry to burst your bubble, Sirius, but Tamsin actually won the bet."

"What?!" Remus whispered-yelled. "You two didn't know each other that much around that time, how could you two kiss that soon?!"

Hermione did not know if it was okay to glare to a Professor, but she did so anyway. "Ever heard of true love?" She asked sarcastically. Her glare and dry voice made wonders to cause the DADA teacher to gulp and cower behind the tall, lean, Transfiguration teacher.

"I heard of it once," Sirius piped. "But James and Lily's love was not as cute as yours is. In fact, I remember she hated him until the last very moment."

"Yes well, Luna is not an air-headed prankster." Hermione replied dryly. "I applaud Lily her saint-like-patience."

The Auror pouted as Tamsin giggled. "We were not that bad." The young brunette simply shook her head amused.

"My mom always said I was born with luck," Tamsin commented a moment after all lapsed in a comfortable silence. "I guess winning both bets prove her right, no?"

Hermione snorted. She marveled at how easy it was to talk with her younger teachers. They were far more mature than her classmates, with Sirius exception, but they were more to her level than the older Professors, regretfully, even her Mama was sometimes a little too old fashioned for her taste. "I guess." Tamsin was a stern teacher, she wanted to be like her Mama because Transfiguration was a dangerous class, however all the students knew her bark was worse than her bite. It was her habit to tell them stories and anecdotes that made her one of the favorite teachers around school, just beaten by Remus who now was having a run for his money with Sirius teaching.

Remus and Sirius were easy to understand why she was so comfortable with, the former became a real sweetheart after Voldemort's defeat and, as her Head of House, he was one of the only Professors she talked to. He was in charge of her Prefect duties such as he was the one that always seek her to keep him informed of how the tutoring of the younger years was coming along. He was fun, gentle and he had always provided her with a good chat before she met Luna.

Sirius was Harry's godfather and over the last months she had heard nothing but just the very best of the man from her little brother's lips. After hearing so much about the man she felt that she already knew him, even though she had only met him a handful of times. She was sure that with her mended relationship with Harry she would be seeing the man more and more.

Yet she was not so sure why Tamsin was so easy to speak to. She had had a couple of chat with her and those times she was as aloof as any other teacher, yet this woman, this really young woman who had not even reached her thirties was as fun to be around as Remus and Sirius. If there was something she always appreciated, and never got from Harry not Ron, was a good sense of humor and one or two jokes. Luna was funny just because she was Luna, and Draco's dark dryness was hilarious, but she had the feeling this teacher would be as witty as her beloved snake.

"Neenie?" A soft voice asked her and threw her out her musings. Around her the three older people had continue chatting quietly and now had stopped to see the little blonde nearing them. "Is everything alright?"

Remus and Tamsin smiled at the girl. Long gone was the insecure Claw that, with her misty eyes, always offered a strange speech and who was lost in everything that had to do with school. Both of them knew the girl was highly intelligent, but they also knew she lacked confidence and grounding. They knew that this improved version, this young teen, was product of the relationship she had grown with Hermione's help. They were glad that the girl was now more active in class, going so far as to raise her hand on occasion so she could answer one of their questions. It was marvelous sight to see that the girl talked normally in front of practical strangers.

"Come, Little Moon, let's head to lunch." Hermione got up from her comfy place and stood beside her girlfriend. Her Grandmama's training helped her to talk with almost anybody without losing her cool, and as much as she was enjoying the company of her three teachers, she knew Luna had not that training and was still a little scared of people she did not know well. "Professors, it was a pleasure talking with you." She nodded to the three adults seating.

Luna copied her action and let herself be guided by the hand out the library.

The three adults saw the scene with smiling eyes. They did make a cute couple.

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Ron watched as they strolled through the hall hand in hand, the girl that was supposed to be his and not that stupid crazed blonde's. He watched how their joined hands swung as they walked, how the littler of the two grinned like mad and how the brunette was sporting a small, yet loving smile. It made his blood boil.

His sister was working on a plan to get rid of Loony, just as she was planning on how to destroy Morgen so that Harry could return to Ginny's arms and so that Hermione finally figure he, Ron Weasley, was the best man for her.

He would be the one to teach her how to be a proper witch, how to cook food the right way, no the stupid long, magicless, one she once showed him in the Borrow. He would teach her how to stay quiet and tend to their kids. Oh, yes, they were going to have at least five, all of them boys, because boys were funnier and more valuable, everybody knew that.

He would also teach her that there was no future for a witch in the world, unless she had a pureblood husband like him at her side. She was a mudblood, the less likely race to get a job in the Ministry, or any other respectable place, really, and she would need him and he would make sure she was grateful of that, yes, she would be very grateful.

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