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(Today is July 31, 2002)
A/N Happy Birthday Harry!!! Party at my house tonight. everyone is invited cept that chick who flamed my Fic. Seriously she sent me an email saying how my characters weren't "in character" and all that other good stuff. Then she said that she goes to Harvard or something and said I should check into some grammar classes. I don't care if I have some bad grammar! This fic is for my and the readers enjoyment. If it isn't for you take it with a grain so salt and move on. Oh did she twerk me but I got what I wanted! My first flame! I should print it out and frame it! On to the DETENTION! Yes, I'm finally writing that chapter. To all you hopeful out there they, sorry to say, won't to say the least admit that they love each other. You don't know what's going on in Lupin's head but I do and when he finds Hermione has the diary well lets just say he's a little tense. You'll find out later just exactly why! Oh yeah Draco will make an appearance!
Hermione flew down the steps two at a time. She didn't want to be late for this detention. 'Get a grip Hermione. This is a detention not an evening in a make-out closet. Nothing will happen. Don't look to eager to receive a punishment.' She thought as she slowed down before the last staircase. Catching her breath, she smoothed her robe out. This action was mostly out of habit but she consciously wanted to look good for Lupin. Not good enough so he could see it was intentional but better then she averagely was. She was in front of his office doors when she checked her bag one last time.
"Quill.ink. parchment. book.. Another book .. Another quill" She mumbled to herself. She was rummaging through her bag to see if she had her pocket dictionary when she noticed the diary. "What! Why did I bring this thing?" she asked to the hallway lit only by a lone torch on the far end. "Oh Hermione! I'm sorry I'm a little late. I didn't think you'd be early but then again you always are aren't you?" She spun around and looked down the dark corridor. It was Lupin hurrying towards her with a large box under one arm and a goblet in the other hand. 'His wolvesbane potion. The full moon is in a week.' Hermione thought. "Could you take this key out of my front pocket and unlock the door Hermione? My hands are full. And I don't want to put this darn box down because I'll never be able to pick it up again. Lupin asked when he reached her in front of the door (A/N Do you think he's just being a pervert? He could have made Hermione hold the goblet? What am I saying? I'm the author. and I don't know these things . Seriously this story just comes through my fingers and I don't know what's coming next!) "Um, sure professor." Hermione tensed up as she reached towards a front pocket in his old robes. "Which one?" She asked. "This one" Lupin directed her to one on the front of his robe by nodding his head down towards it. Lupin stood a full 6 or 7 inches taller than she did so in order to reach to key she had to stand on tiptoe thus bringing her face close to his. Reaching in his pocket she couldn't help but touching him. He was warm and she could feel his steady breathing through his robe. She grabbed the key quickly and started pulling it out. Looking up at him, she first relieved how close they really were. His dark sapphire eyes were looking so deep into hers that it felt as though he had grabbed her optic nerve and wasn't going to let go. 5 inches .. 4 inches. 3 inches. 2 inches . their faces edged closer together . 1 inch . WHAM! Lupin dropped his box and its contents all over the floor. A high cackling could be heard at the other end of the corridor. "PEEVES! You know if you keep destroying thing Dumbledore will have you thrown out of the castle!" roared Lupin. Peeves just laughed again, proceeded in throwing a large book at the two, and sped off in the opposite direction. Hermione was secretly glad Peeves had disturbed them. If he hadn't thrown that book what would she be doing know? Kissing her teacher? What was she playing at? She was playing with fire that's what. She turned her now scarlet face away from Lupin's and unlocked the door. Lupin was busy repacking his box with the books that were in there. Once the door was unlocked, Hermione threw her bag right inside the door and crouched down to help him pick up the books. They worked in silence, once or twice reaching out for the same book and brushing hands. They never looked at each other. Hermione was too self- conscious to face him and he was probably too mortified to even steal a glance. (A/N Poor Poor Remus . he almost had a kiss!)
Lupin lifted his box with a grunt and stood back to let Hermione in first. (A/N what a gentleman!) Hermione ducked into his office quickly picking up the bag she had dropped in the doorway earlier. She stood aside letting Lupin put the box on his desk and the goblet by a pile of papers. He stood up and faced her for the first time since the near kiss. "You can sit at my desk and write if you want to. I have to put these books away and then, uh, put my tank together." Motioning to a Grinylow tank that was in many parts. "Ok Professor" Hermione almost whispered sitting down in his old desk, she pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. She started to write quickly. She didn't like this tension. The sooner she got out of there the sooner she bang her head up against the wall for almost kissing her teacher. She was halfway through writing her essay when she looked up to think about how she was going to word the next sentence when she looked over towards Lupin who was on his knees on the floor trying to fix his tank. His sleeves were rolled up and getting sweaty because he couldn't get something to work right on his tank. She was clenching his teeth together trying with all his strength to get one of the bolts lose. With one last mighty turn, it came lose and flew across the room. If Hermione hadn't been watching, she would have been hit. She caught it effortlessly and smiled at Lupin who had turned somewhat scarlet again with a sick look. "I'm sorry Hermione. I didn't think that that bolt would have been so hard to get off." He apologized quickly getting up to retrieve to bolt. Handing it to him their hands touched for a brief moment but they both quickly pulled away. Regaining some of his composure, he nodded towards her essay. "How are you doing on it? Do you have any questions?" "She looked down at her essay, she did have a question on it but she didn't know if she should ask. She weighed out her options and opted to ask it anyway. "Um yes actually Professor Lupin I do have a question regarding the information in this book that I picked up to help me write this essay. It's an older copy and I'm not sure if the information is up to date anymore." He walked over behind her to read the book leaning slightly to get the fine print. "Yes Hermione I think your right. This book is very out of date. I don't think that they were teaching that technique when I was a student even anymore and that's been a while." He chuckled "Where did you get this book? The library or is this yours?" "I found it in an old section of the library and I thought it looked interesting and resourceful but I guess I was misled by the fancy cover." She sighed. 'This paper is going to take me all night if this book isn't any good.' She thought to herself. "Then Professor what method is used in place of this one?" She asked. Maybe he'd help her so much that she could get out of here with in another hour. He went over to his bookcase grabbed a large book, set it on the table, grabbed his wand and some scratch parchment. Pulling up a chair on the opposite to her, he started to explain the procedure. He was truly passionate when teaching her. She could tell that DADA was his niche and passion. He didn't have the pale tired look when he was teaching. He even looked years younger because his face seemed to light up. Hermione had never noticed this before, but he almost had an excited tone in his voice while he taught her. Hermione listened intently while he talked and when he demonstrated she watched smiling when his wand got a little over excited and fell from his hand. He blushed yet again and picked his wand up which had ended up on the other side of the room. She started giggling aloud at the little incident. "Think that's funny Miss. Granger?" he asked "Yes, Professor I did." She laughed some more when it got excited again and dropped out of his hand and rolled under the desk. He cursed quietly as he got on his knees to retrieve his over excited wand."Damn wand . shouldn't have got it just because it was on sale. never wants to work" could be heard as he was poking around under the desk for his wand. When he had finally got his wand back and stood up and looked at her she was by this time doubled over with silent laughter at the sight of him swearing and all dusty because of chasing his wand. His eyes twinkled playfully at her and he wasn't blushing this time but laughing along side her. Sitting down across from her, he asked "So would you like anymore demonstrations or is that sufficient? " "No professor I think I got the idea this time." She said with a smirk turning back to her work. "Hermione?" "Yes?" "I just looked at the clock and its almost 10:30 so I guess you should go back to your dormitory. I'll walk you back." Lupin said "Its all right you don't have to finish the essay I know you know the material" Said Lupin when she started to inform him that she wasn't done with the essay. "Ok professor. Let me put my stuff back in my bag." Hermione started shoving her large book back into her bag when she realized her book wasn't going to fit unless she repacked her bag. Taking out other books and supplies, she started to repack. Looking up at Lupin she saw that he was staring at one of her books. 'The diary was on top! OH damn!' She quickly grabbed it and put in her bag trying to make it look like she hadn't want him to see it. Finishing her packing, she looked back at him. "Ok professor I'm ready." Walking back to North Tower was uneventful and silent as the tomb. Neither spoke. When it they had reached to painting of the Fat Lady Lupin turned to her "Good night Hermione. Sweet dreams" and with that he kissed her on the cheek and walked away back into the dark corridor. Her cheek burned where he had kissed her. 'Good night Remus' she thought as she entered through the portrait and went to bed to dream of him.
A/N there it is. it took me 5 days to write. I hope it was ok. nothing to hot and heavy between them yet.. R/R please!
A/N Happy Birthday Harry!!! Party at my house tonight. everyone is invited cept that chick who flamed my Fic. Seriously she sent me an email saying how my characters weren't "in character" and all that other good stuff. Then she said that she goes to Harvard or something and said I should check into some grammar classes. I don't care if I have some bad grammar! This fic is for my and the readers enjoyment. If it isn't for you take it with a grain so salt and move on. Oh did she twerk me but I got what I wanted! My first flame! I should print it out and frame it! On to the DETENTION! Yes, I'm finally writing that chapter. To all you hopeful out there they, sorry to say, won't to say the least admit that they love each other. You don't know what's going on in Lupin's head but I do and when he finds Hermione has the diary well lets just say he's a little tense. You'll find out later just exactly why! Oh yeah Draco will make an appearance!
Hermione flew down the steps two at a time. She didn't want to be late for this detention. 'Get a grip Hermione. This is a detention not an evening in a make-out closet. Nothing will happen. Don't look to eager to receive a punishment.' She thought as she slowed down before the last staircase. Catching her breath, she smoothed her robe out. This action was mostly out of habit but she consciously wanted to look good for Lupin. Not good enough so he could see it was intentional but better then she averagely was. She was in front of his office doors when she checked her bag one last time.
"Quill.ink. parchment. book.. Another book .. Another quill" She mumbled to herself. She was rummaging through her bag to see if she had her pocket dictionary when she noticed the diary. "What! Why did I bring this thing?" she asked to the hallway lit only by a lone torch on the far end. "Oh Hermione! I'm sorry I'm a little late. I didn't think you'd be early but then again you always are aren't you?" She spun around and looked down the dark corridor. It was Lupin hurrying towards her with a large box under one arm and a goblet in the other hand. 'His wolvesbane potion. The full moon is in a week.' Hermione thought. "Could you take this key out of my front pocket and unlock the door Hermione? My hands are full. And I don't want to put this darn box down because I'll never be able to pick it up again. Lupin asked when he reached her in front of the door (A/N Do you think he's just being a pervert? He could have made Hermione hold the goblet? What am I saying? I'm the author. and I don't know these things . Seriously this story just comes through my fingers and I don't know what's coming next!) "Um, sure professor." Hermione tensed up as she reached towards a front pocket in his old robes. "Which one?" She asked. "This one" Lupin directed her to one on the front of his robe by nodding his head down towards it. Lupin stood a full 6 or 7 inches taller than she did so in order to reach to key she had to stand on tiptoe thus bringing her face close to his. Reaching in his pocket she couldn't help but touching him. He was warm and she could feel his steady breathing through his robe. She grabbed the key quickly and started pulling it out. Looking up at him, she first relieved how close they really were. His dark sapphire eyes were looking so deep into hers that it felt as though he had grabbed her optic nerve and wasn't going to let go. 5 inches .. 4 inches. 3 inches. 2 inches . their faces edged closer together . 1 inch . WHAM! Lupin dropped his box and its contents all over the floor. A high cackling could be heard at the other end of the corridor. "PEEVES! You know if you keep destroying thing Dumbledore will have you thrown out of the castle!" roared Lupin. Peeves just laughed again, proceeded in throwing a large book at the two, and sped off in the opposite direction. Hermione was secretly glad Peeves had disturbed them. If he hadn't thrown that book what would she be doing know? Kissing her teacher? What was she playing at? She was playing with fire that's what. She turned her now scarlet face away from Lupin's and unlocked the door. Lupin was busy repacking his box with the books that were in there. Once the door was unlocked, Hermione threw her bag right inside the door and crouched down to help him pick up the books. They worked in silence, once or twice reaching out for the same book and brushing hands. They never looked at each other. Hermione was too self- conscious to face him and he was probably too mortified to even steal a glance. (A/N Poor Poor Remus . he almost had a kiss!)
Lupin lifted his box with a grunt and stood back to let Hermione in first. (A/N what a gentleman!) Hermione ducked into his office quickly picking up the bag she had dropped in the doorway earlier. She stood aside letting Lupin put the box on his desk and the goblet by a pile of papers. He stood up and faced her for the first time since the near kiss. "You can sit at my desk and write if you want to. I have to put these books away and then, uh, put my tank together." Motioning to a Grinylow tank that was in many parts. "Ok Professor" Hermione almost whispered sitting down in his old desk, she pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. She started to write quickly. She didn't like this tension. The sooner she got out of there the sooner she bang her head up against the wall for almost kissing her teacher. She was halfway through writing her essay when she looked up to think about how she was going to word the next sentence when she looked over towards Lupin who was on his knees on the floor trying to fix his tank. His sleeves were rolled up and getting sweaty because he couldn't get something to work right on his tank. She was clenching his teeth together trying with all his strength to get one of the bolts lose. With one last mighty turn, it came lose and flew across the room. If Hermione hadn't been watching, she would have been hit. She caught it effortlessly and smiled at Lupin who had turned somewhat scarlet again with a sick look. "I'm sorry Hermione. I didn't think that that bolt would have been so hard to get off." He apologized quickly getting up to retrieve to bolt. Handing it to him their hands touched for a brief moment but they both quickly pulled away. Regaining some of his composure, he nodded towards her essay. "How are you doing on it? Do you have any questions?" "She looked down at her essay, she did have a question on it but she didn't know if she should ask. She weighed out her options and opted to ask it anyway. "Um yes actually Professor Lupin I do have a question regarding the information in this book that I picked up to help me write this essay. It's an older copy and I'm not sure if the information is up to date anymore." He walked over behind her to read the book leaning slightly to get the fine print. "Yes Hermione I think your right. This book is very out of date. I don't think that they were teaching that technique when I was a student even anymore and that's been a while." He chuckled "Where did you get this book? The library or is this yours?" "I found it in an old section of the library and I thought it looked interesting and resourceful but I guess I was misled by the fancy cover." She sighed. 'This paper is going to take me all night if this book isn't any good.' She thought to herself. "Then Professor what method is used in place of this one?" She asked. Maybe he'd help her so much that she could get out of here with in another hour. He went over to his bookcase grabbed a large book, set it on the table, grabbed his wand and some scratch parchment. Pulling up a chair on the opposite to her, he started to explain the procedure. He was truly passionate when teaching her. She could tell that DADA was his niche and passion. He didn't have the pale tired look when he was teaching. He even looked years younger because his face seemed to light up. Hermione had never noticed this before, but he almost had an excited tone in his voice while he taught her. Hermione listened intently while he talked and when he demonstrated she watched smiling when his wand got a little over excited and fell from his hand. He blushed yet again and picked his wand up which had ended up on the other side of the room. She started giggling aloud at the little incident. "Think that's funny Miss. Granger?" he asked "Yes, Professor I did." She laughed some more when it got excited again and dropped out of his hand and rolled under the desk. He cursed quietly as he got on his knees to retrieve his over excited wand."Damn wand . shouldn't have got it just because it was on sale. never wants to work" could be heard as he was poking around under the desk for his wand. When he had finally got his wand back and stood up and looked at her she was by this time doubled over with silent laughter at the sight of him swearing and all dusty because of chasing his wand. His eyes twinkled playfully at her and he wasn't blushing this time but laughing along side her. Sitting down across from her, he asked "So would you like anymore demonstrations or is that sufficient? " "No professor I think I got the idea this time." She said with a smirk turning back to her work. "Hermione?" "Yes?" "I just looked at the clock and its almost 10:30 so I guess you should go back to your dormitory. I'll walk you back." Lupin said "Its all right you don't have to finish the essay I know you know the material" Said Lupin when she started to inform him that she wasn't done with the essay. "Ok professor. Let me put my stuff back in my bag." Hermione started shoving her large book back into her bag when she realized her book wasn't going to fit unless she repacked her bag. Taking out other books and supplies, she started to repack. Looking up at Lupin she saw that he was staring at one of her books. 'The diary was on top! OH damn!' She quickly grabbed it and put in her bag trying to make it look like she hadn't want him to see it. Finishing her packing, she looked back at him. "Ok professor I'm ready." Walking back to North Tower was uneventful and silent as the tomb. Neither spoke. When it they had reached to painting of the Fat Lady Lupin turned to her "Good night Hermione. Sweet dreams" and with that he kissed her on the cheek and walked away back into the dark corridor. Her cheek burned where he had kissed her. 'Good night Remus' she thought as she entered through the portrait and went to bed to dream of him.
A/N there it is. it took me 5 days to write. I hope it was ok. nothing to hot and heavy between them yet.. R/R please!