Hermione looked at the clock once more, it was one thirty in the morning and she had classes tomorrow. She looked over to the other end of the couch where Remus was half asleep, head nodding back every so often as he tried to keep himself awake. Hermione sighed, it was well past time to go to sleep, and she knew Lily would want to have a talk alone with her. After all, hardly two days earlier, she had caught Hermione and Remus snogging in the middle of the street, and Hermione had yet to have a girl chat with Lily about it. The night prior, she had promised to tell Lily when she was done studying, but instead stayed up late with Remus and fell asleep on the couch. Lily had been angry the rest of the day, until Hermione had promised multiple times to talk to her that night. Hermione groaned and threw her quill down on her paper, which was now covered in Arithmancy problems and blotches of ink. She put her head in her hands and began to rub her face. She felt the couch dip slightly as Remus got up and walked over to her. She felt him pick up her books and place them on the floor. Her back was lifted slightly as she felt him slide in behind her, his legs surrounding her. Smiling, she laid herself back onto his chest, his heart beating somewhat rapidly next to her ear.

"What's wrong?"

Hermione closed her eyes slightly as she fought to keep from sleep, "I have to go to my room soon. Lily didn't get to talk last night and she was a bit angry, so I promised I would talk to her tonight, so tomorrow, if I look like I've been to hell and back, I probably have."

She felt Remus' chest vibrate as he laughed. "I know how you feel; I had the talk with the boy's last night. Not the funniest thing in the world, in fact, I think I would have preferred the full moon."

Hermione hit his arm and rolled her eyes. "Well, I think I have to be going." She got up out of his lap and started to gather up her books. She could feel his gaze on the back of her neck and blushed slightly. She turned back to him when she is finished and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Goodnight, sweet dreams."

She heard him whisper Goodnight as she walked through the portrait hole and up into Lily's bedroom. Taking in a deep breath, she pushed open the door, and looking in, saw a very alert looking Lily, sitting Indian style on her bed, arms folded, glaring slightly. Hermione walked over to the bed and unceremoniously plopped herself onto it, resting her back against the headboard, looking back at lily, "What? I said I would come and I came? Honestly, you can't still be mad at me can you?"

"Hermione, it's one thirty in the morning! I have been waiting for you forever! Where have you been?"

Hermione sighed, eager to get onto the conversation and go to sleep, "Lily, I was downstairs doing homework with Remus, as always. I'm surprised you even had to ask!"

Hermione prepared herself for the 'aw' that she thought, inevitably, would come, but however, did not. She looked over at Lily in confusion, but found that Lily had shot up at the mention of Remus name, and was now looking like a puppy, waiting for their treat. Hermione sighed and stared at the bouncy red head, "Lily, I'm not about to just start talking. You ask questions, I will answer them, then I will go to bed, and if I don't feel like walking all the way to my room, you will just have to put up with sharing. Does that work for you?"

Hermione watched as Lily nodded her head, her energy suddenly returning, "Ok, first question."

"So are you two going out now?"

Hermione nodded her head and Lily let out a quick aw before resuming her questioning, "So, who kissed who first?"

"I did."

Hermione suppressed a laugh as she watched Lily's eyes grow as wide as saucers, "Are you serious? How?"

"Well, we had been talking, and I asked him why he had wanted to ask me out in the first place and he told me that it was because he likes me more than he has ever liked anyone before. I wanted to know if I felt the same or not, so I asked him to kiss me, and he did."

Hermione waited as Lily let out another long 'aw', pausing only to breathe, and quieted down, ready to continue the questions. "So how was it?"

Hermione couldn't help but smile now, causing a fit of giggles to burst from the other girl, "Wonderful."

"So does he know that you know about him?"

Hermione nodded her head in accent, "We were talking about what meddlesome fools you and the other marauders were and he mentioned the fact that the other guys had to push him to ask me, and I asked him if it was because of his condition. I think he flipped out a little at first, scared that someone had told me I think, but then when I explained to him how I knew, he seemed to be ok with it."

Lily nodded her head and then began to get up and move around to the top of the bed. Hermione looked at her oddly and Lily, catching her gaze, said, "What? I'm tired, It's two, I need sleep, so do you! HA, that rhymed."

Hermione just shook her head and laughed, getting under the covers on the side that she was currently laying on. There was no way on god's green earth that she was about to get up and actually move to get to her room. Nope, she would be just fine right where she was. She settled under the covers and waited for Lily to turn off the light, muttering a quick goodnight, and falling asleep before her head even hit the pillow.

Hermione, surprisingly, was very alert the next morning at breakfast, feeling as though she had gotten 12 hours of sleep, instead of the meager 5 she had really gotten, and even those were terrible. If she would have known that Lily snored and had to put a silencing charm on her room every night before sleep, she would have gladly gotten up and moved over to her own room. However, she had not, so she had had to endure the night of snores that she was sure could not the faces off of Mount Rushmore.

Hermione's odd mood persisted until after breakfast, while the lot of them walked to Transfiguration. They got in the room, which at this point was fairly empty, and sat down in their normal seats in the third row. James and Remus, Hermione and Lily, then Sirius and Peter on the other side. However, upon settling down, the first two pair's looked back at each other and shook their heads. Quickly, the two on the ends of each desk gathered their things and promptly switched, same idea in mind, yet didn't need to mutter one word as Lily sat by James, and Remus settled in next to Hermione. Sirius looked over to the couples and rolled his eyes, showing his new found annoyance. Hermione glanced at Remus and leaned in, whispering in his hear, "Hey, why does Sirius look as though he wants nothing more than to shoot us all?"

Hermione let Remus lean in toward her ear to whisper back, warm shivers traveling down her spine as she felt his breath on her ear, "He just broke it off with this month's girlfriend, he's not to keen on couples at the moment."

Hermione laughed slightly and shook her head and looked over at Sirius once more, who now had stopped glaring at the couples, and now was busy staring down a quill, as if trying to burn it with his eyes. She simply shook her head and began to get out the essay that was due in a few minutes, skimming it for any possible errors or mistakes. She listened as other students began filling into the class, and Hermione assumed the bell was going to ring any moment, and not two second later, it did. Hermione lifted her head towards the front as Professor McGonagall strode into the classroom, her normal green robes flowing gracefully behind her. The rest of the class settled down and stopped talking as she tapped the board with her wand, white flowing script suddenly appearing. Looking around a moment, the Professor's eyes fell on Hermione, "Miss Granger, please pick up the essays now."

Hermione nodded and got up, going up and down the rows, picking up the parchment, as Professor McGonagall kept talking, "Now class, we will now be beginning your end of the year projects. You will be working in partners, and each of you will be writing and do a presentation on one of the giants in the development and advancement of modern Transfiguration. No, Mister Black, by giants I do not mean actual giants, I mean the witches and wizards who had the greatest impact on Modern Transfiguration. Your partners have been selected at random; as have your people you will be doing your project on, and placed on the board. This project will be done outside of class and will be due in two weeks, the week before you leave for the Christmas holidays. I will now call out your partners and after class the two of you may come up to the board and see who you will be researching. Now, the paring goes, Wood and Lupin, Evans and Parkinson, Black and Abbot, Pettigrew and Avery, Potter and Epson, Granger and Snape…"

Hermione's eyes grew as wide as saucers when she heard her name called out and her mind started buzzing. This would mean she would have to spend two weeks, in the library, with Prof-, no Snape. No doubt Remus would be a bit disappointed, but then again, he did get a better pairing than her, Oliver Wood's dad had turned out to be quite nice, even though she had little time to actually talk to him, besides, even when she had talked to him, the conversation had always moved to Quidditch. Hermione mentally shook her head, this would be ok. At least she was sure that she wouldn't have to pick up the slack because her partner was inept, no, far from opposite. Her partner was her academic rival in everything. They had all of the same classes, and in each, both fought for top spot. She had at first expected Snape to be horrible at Transfiguration and Charms, what with the constant muttering about 'foolish wand waving and silly incantations' as he so eloquently put it. She turned her head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse at Snape. He was sitting behind Sirius and Peter of all people, looking less than pleased, next to someone whom Hermione had come to know as a Slytherin girl named Amanda Epson, who had been paired up with James. She had stared at him a moment to long, however, because he soon looked over at her, eyes boring into her own. She felt an odd tickle in her mind and knew that he was trying to perform Legimency on her. Smirking slightly, she put up her mental walls, like she had learned to do, and smiled as she felt the presence leave her mind, almost reluctantly, and the scowl deepened on his face as he realized he wouldn't be able to break through. Hermione turned her attention towards the front, as Professor McGonagall had now begun teaching, and brought out her quill and parchment, ready to take notes.

By the end of class, Hermione's wrist and fingers were aching badly as she put ten pages of new notes into the Transfiguration section in her bag. She looked at Remus, who was also putting his stuff up, and whispered that she would meet him in Charms. He nodded his head and walked over to his partner, Wood, who had been waiting in the back for him, eager to discuss the project. Hermione sighed and grabbing her pack, walked up to the board, itching to figure out who she would spend the next two weeks learning about. She scanned the list of partners until she came upon her own, and, moving her eyes to the left, came across the person, Jamie Schaffer 1605-1793. Hermione burned the name onto her brain and walked out of the classroom, and walked, face first, into someone. Hermione groaned and picked up her bag again, muttering her sorry and very thankful that nothing had fallen out. She stood up, knees creaking slightly, and looked up at the person she had run into, Snape. "I'm sorry Severus, I didn't see you there."

Snape simply glared at her, looking down as though she was the lowest of all scum, and muttered under his breath, as though not wanting her to hear, "It appears that is a common problem now a days."

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows, not exactly catching what he had said. She watched as he rolled his eyes once more, and suppressing a giggle she looked back up at him, "Severus, seeing as how you probably don't want to be seen talking to me in the hall, how about we meet in the far back corner of the library after dinner tonight to discuss the project, you know, to save you some embarrassment."

She watched as his lip turned up ever so slightly, "Fine."

She watched as he turned on his heal and walked away, his robes still billowing around him, giving him a slight bat like appearance, yet was less menacing with his pack bouncing at his side and his catlike grace not fully developed yet. She laughed to herself and ran to charms; sure she was going to be late.

Harry walked back to his room, eyes still puffy, photo album in hand. He was still trying to get his mind to wrap around the fact that Hermione was gone, hopefully not forever, but gone, and flitting about with Remus. His Love was probably off snogging with His Professor right now, and he was here, heart in pieces, wanting nothing more than to hold her in his arms and never let go. He made his way up to his dorm and, placing the book under his pillow, fell asleep, with a new burden on his heart, and a newly formed malice towards his Professor.

Remus paced around the room, hoping he had done the right thing by telling Harry. It wasn't as if he could have held off for long, Harry was more determined than anything to find out what had truly happened to Hermione, and he didn't blame him. She was, after all, his best friend and, as Remus had just found out, his Love. He shook his head and walked to his rooms, eager to fall into bed. He mulled over the conversation in his head still, remembering all he had told him. After Harry had stopped crying, he had looked up to Remus and immediately begun asking questions about their relationship, how it started, how long it lasted, if they had been in love, if she still loved him still, and with each answer, he saw the jealousy and anger grow in the boys eyes. Remus hadn't told Harry the whole story though, he wasn't sure Harry could handle it. For heaven's sake, he hadn't even told Harry that he and Hermione had parted ways. Harry would have kept on asking questions that would have eventually led to Severus, and, Remus was sure, knowing about Severus would do more damage than good. 'I still shouldn't have let him take the photo album though. God only knows if he won't rip them up one by one.' Shaking his head, Remus changed into his night clothes and settled into bed for another restless nights sleep, filled with visions of her.