why hello there! remione one shot, hope you like it :)
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Hermione is thirteen and her eyes are distrusting as she points that accusing finger. "Werewolf!" she screams with the same fear and devastation he's seen in many, as they thought of his kind and how many lives they'd ruined. Something in his heart snaps and he finds himself trying to explain, but something in her eyes screams at him to stop, to spare her, to keep her friends safe. That night, he transforms, and the wolf revels in the feeling as Hermione cautiously approaches him, the uncertainty in her voice laced with worry as she calls "Professor Lupin?", but his senses are lost to wolfish instinct as he hears a howl.
Hermione is fifteen and her eyes are worried as she gingerly cleans his wounds after a particularly bad moon. Looking at the pained expression before her, she does not think twice before breaking off some chocolate and handing it to him, uttering those same words he had told Harry two years before - "Eat, you'll feel better." Those chocolate brown eyes mask the biggest heart he has ever seen, but he cannot find it in him to reach out to her.
Hermione is seventeen, and her eyes are resigned as she pleads with him in the living room of 12 Grimmauld Place. "The Order needs you." He sees fear in the soft brown eyes, and his heart shatters as he thinks of the ordeals she and the boys would have to undergo. Yes, whispers the wolf within, but you need me too.
Hermione is seventeen and her eyes are devastated as she looks over the mess in the Great Hall, taking in the wreckage and the victims claimed by the war. Slowly he approaches her and takes her hand as a sob escapes her throat. The brown eyes are desolate, and they look as though she will never find joy again.
Hermione is nineteen and her eyes are wild as she jolts up shaking from a nightmare - the night of her torture at Bellatrix Lestrange's hands. He does not think before wrapping his arms around her, his heart bleeding as she buries her face into his jumper, her desperate tears dampening his shirt front. Her brown eyes are needy, and for once he takes the chance to offer her a refuge.
Hermione is twenty-one and her eyes are trusting as they look into his, those words uttered from her mouth. As much as he knows that she deserves better, Amortentia would never smell like chocolate again, and he can't say he mourns the loss. The chocolate brown eyes are dancing for the first time in ages, and the familiar features are lit up by a beautiful smile as he sweeps her off her feet.
"I choose you."
her eyes - remione oneshot
Hermione is thirteen and her eyes are distrusting as she points that accusing finger. "Werewolf!" she screams with the same fear and devastation he's seen in many, as they thought of his kind and how many lives they'd ruined. Something in his heart snaps and he finds himself trying to explain, but something in her eyes screams at him to stop, to spare her, to keep her friends safe. That night, he transforms, and the wolf revels in the feeling as Hermione cautiously approaches him, the uncertainty in her voice laced with worry as she calls "Professor Lupin?", but his senses are lost to wolfish instinct as he hears a howl.
Hermione is fifteen and her eyes are worried as she gingerly cleans his wounds after a particularly bad moon. Looking at the pained expression before her, she does not think twice before breaking off some chocolate and handing it to him, uttering those same words he had told Harry two years before - "Eat, you'll feel better." Those chocolate brown eyes mask the biggest heart he has ever seen, but he cannot find it in him to reach out to her.
Hermione is seventeen, and her eyes are resigned as she pleads with him in the living room of 12 Grimmauld Place. "The Order needs you." He sees fear in the soft brown eyes, and his heart shatters as he thinks of the ordeals she and the boys would have to undergo. Yes, whispers the wolf within, but you need me too.
Hermione is seventeen and her eyes are devastated as she looks over the mess in the Great Hall, taking in the wreckage and the victims claimed by the war. Slowly he approaches her and takes her hand as a sob escapes her throat. The brown eyes are desolate, and they look as though she will never find joy again.
Hermione is nineteen and her eyes are wild as she jolts up shaking from a nightmare - the night of her torture at Bellatrix Lestrange's hands. He does not think before wrapping his arms around her, his heart bleeding as she buries her face into his jumper, her desperate tears dampening his shirt front. Her brown eyes are needy, and for once he takes the chance to offer her a refuge.
Hermione is twenty-one and her eyes are trusting as they look into his, those words uttered from her mouth. As much as he knows that she deserves better, Amortentia would never smell like chocolate again, and he can't say he mourns the loss. The chocolate brown eyes are dancing for the first time in ages, and the familiar features are lit up by a beautiful smile as he sweeps her off her feet.
"I choose you."
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