:Takes a deep breath: People, I know Severus/Hermione fics are a bit over done, and I wish I could say this was a bit different then most, but I don't know if it is/will be/whatever. Second, this is my first try (or rather third, the other two never got started) at writing Comedic Romance-DO NOT FLAME. Constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated, though.
Second, this dives deep into my oppinions on religion and Christianity, wich starts in around chapter five. I express some ideas that would have been considered heretic in old days. Who knows, they may be considered heretic even today. I am giving you fair warning now, and any one who leaves a flame will be yelled at. If you don't like the idea of Jesus not being the true 'son of God', but (as this is a HP fic) a wizard; or Hermione being his blood daughter, I suggest you not read beyond this point.
Oh yeah: Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, or any other charecters. Just the plot. (any other disclaimers will be at the bottom of each chapter as I see fit.)
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Hermione sighed, brushing her long, some what bushy hair. She really wished the muggle appliances worked at school, she had yet to find a simple and satisfactory straightening charm.
"Oh, come now girl, your hair is really quite lovely," her mirror remarked, smiling. (Think Mrs. Potts from Beauty and the Beast.)
"I'm well aware of that. If I get one more guy drooling over me-" She groaned as someone knocked. "If you're a guy-GO AWAY!"
Remus chuckled and poked his head in. "Ron being an arse?"
She blushed. "Remus, I'm so sorry-"
"My dear girl, I quite understand your need for solitude." He grinned, walking in and closing the door behind him. "And I think Sirius knows even more."
She looked at him odd, placing her brush down next to the mirror.
"He's quite a lad, isn't he?" The enchanted object asked, giggling much like Lavender.
"Not going to respond," both she and the lycanthrope replied.
"So what brings you here?" Hermione asked, swiveling in her chair.
"The fullmoon." He grinned, sitting across from her on her bed. "I was wondering if you wanted to come tonight."
She grinned, a rather large and toothy grin. "I see Snape finally found a way to let you have your freedom but make sure you don't bite."
"Yep. Sirius is this close-" He barely touched his index finger to his thumb, then continued. "To killing him, but oh well."
"Who wouldn't? Other than the Death Eaters." Hermione giggled. "The man's stubborn, rude, haughty, vile and utterly disgusting."
"Hermione, that's not being fair. At least he has a heart." Remus kept a straight face, belied by the smile in his eyes.
"A small one." She sighed turning serious. "Though at the same time, he's a wonderfull man. He's risked his life several times to make sure Harry, Ron, or I, didn't loose ours." She looked out the castle windows. "Eeks! Remus, if you're wanting to wait till your out of the castle-"
"Don't worry girl, when I'm in the castle, I'm a well behaved dog. A rather large one, true, but well behaved." He stood, grinning.
"And what about your clothes?"
"These? They're old. They can get torn, and I wouldn't care a bit." He grabbed her cloak, grinning. "Are you coming?" He grinned as she nodded, wrapping her cloak around her shoulders as she passed.