It had been a few months since the boys had gone Horcrux hunting by themselves. During that time period, not so much happened, and we think they were rather glad for that fact. Although, Remus did finally move in with Hermione, and Sirius and Emmeline finally started to date, with many 'I told you so's coming from their friends.
But things were good, so far as Remus was concerned as he tugged his girlfriend deeper into his chest, making her make small noises and hug him tighter around the waist. He smiled a little, pressing his lips onto her forehead, allowing her to sleep a little bit longer. Since Hermione had given up the Horcrux hunting, she found it to be very boring in the large house, not even the books capturing her attention. Remus had some idea of what she was going through, although not a very good description. He knew she was worried about what would come later, but for the present she was very tired of being trapped. He'd thought about changing their appearances and going out again, but it was far too dangerous now. It seemed that the Death Eaters had caught on with the Horcrux hunt. He only hoped they did start looking for Hermione again.
"Good morning," Remus said when he felt Hermione huff and curl up even more against them.
"How can those two words ever be put in a sentence together?" she muttered, making him grin a little wider.
"And I see you've woke up on the right side of the bed," he teased, making her groan.
"I'm not awake. I'm still asleep. I refuse to acknowledge that it is another day in this house."
"I know," Remus said soothingly, pulling back a little to see that she was pouting, "It'll all be over soon though. And then you never have to be shut in a house against your will ever again. Won't that be nice?"
She smiled and shut her eyes again, "It'd be lovely. And you can say 'I told you so' and I can stick my tongue out at you."
He chuckled, knowing that would be exactly how it would go, and kissed her cheek, "Happily ever after, hmm?"
She grinned a little bit wider.
They didn't do much while inside the house. Remus mainly stayed to keep his girlfriend company, which he didn't mind in the slightest. But that was probably because he was free to come and go as he pleased. Hermione mostly cuddled up with Remus and talked with him instead of reading the books she'd read dozens of times over. She'd debated a few times about finding a TV, but had absolutely no idea what kind of shows were on in the seventies. She remembered vaguely some things that her mother had told her about the seventies when she was younger, but couldn't seem to remember all of them.
"Alright, I'm done," Hermione stated, sitting up on the counter and watched as Remus flipped through a book, either looking up something to cook or a potion to make her stop complaining. To her, it seemed iffy as to which one it was, and she could hardly blame him.
"Done with what?" he asked, glancing at her before going back to the book.
"Just…done," she decided, "I'm sick and tired of all of this- " she waved her hand at the house, "- I just want to go outside and walk around and look like me and not have somebody attempt to kill me."
Remus straightened himself up and looked at her softly, patting her knee, "I know. And I'm sorry. I wish I could fix it for you."
She sighed, "No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've complained this entire time. I'm awful. Don't know how you put up with me."
He chuckled and stepped between her legs, leaning closer and pecking her cheek, "Because I love you, that's how."
She smiled back and put her forehead against his, "Love you too."
They stayed like that for a while until a silvery mist shot through the window, taking the form of a cat and puffing up its tail and arching its back. Remus and Hermione looked curiously at it before its mouth opened and McGonagall's voice came out, "We need your help. Hogwarts is under attack."
This wasn't the chapter you'd mildly dislike. That's the next one.