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Summary: Remus/Hermione all the way! She finds someone. They are from different worlds. Can the worlds be brought together? Does love really surmount all obstacles?

~Chapter 6. The One Thing Wanted Most~

I found myself with the book I had opened and set it on the shelf. This was the restricted section and I was under Harry's Invisibility Cloak. I had to take every single bit of strength in my body to stray from the book and walk back to towards Gryffindor. I lost him. I put a hand to my stomach, and I knew my little bit of him was still there.

I went to Dumbledore's office and got in.

"Very good. You are back."

"Yes sir, thank you for your help."

"I presume we have a very big problem we must deal with though." He looked over at me through his half-moon spectacles with those weary blue eyes.

"Yes, I'm so sorry. I don't know what is going to happen. I shouldn't have let it happen. I-"

He cut me off. "Shhh, child. It will be okay. You got out before you said things you shouldn't have."

"I guess so."

"Well, that will teach you not to walk around the restricted section again without permission though."

"Yes it will."

"Now, it is past midnight and we have some explaining to do to Remus Lupin today so you have to get some sleep."

"But he thought I was-"

"Yes, you may have looked different, but the heart doesn't lie. Now go to bed. It is February 14th. Valentine's Day." His eyes twinkled in the irony the day had for me.

"Goodnight sir."

"Goodnight, Annabelle." He winked at me and I didn't know what it was for exactly. Why did he call me Annabelle?

I walked to my Prefect dormitory and fell asleep instantly. I awoke and got dressed, knowing I did not have classes today. That was good, I didn't feel I was in the mood. Oh, shit. There is a dance tonight and I don't have a date or anything to wear. Whatever, I don't think I want to go.

Breakfast was something else. I glanced across the room to Remus, I mean Professor Lupin, but he didn't look back. I don't know about this. I have to tell him all over again that I am carrying his child. I bet he won't believe me.

"We have a special treat for you today. We are going to break up into small groups and have a discussion about love. After all, this is the date that is in tribute to it. So, the groups will have teachers and it will be a time to reflect and such things." Dumbledore looked at me with a smile that plainly said he had me in Remus' group. "The place you have to go is under your plate."

"I have to go to Professor Lupin's classroom," Harry said after he had checked.

"Me too," stated Ron. "How about you Hermione?"

"Oh." I realized I was dazed again and checked under my plate. "Same here." Not a surprise at all.

After breakfast we went over there and Remus definitely looked like love was something he did not want to discuss. He had the hurt and lonely eyes of someone who had been hurt deeply by one they love. And he had because I did it.

"So I don't know how to start." He looked around at the class, which was all the Gryffindor sixth-years. "I guess I'll start with a question. How do you describe love? You don't have to raise your hand."

"When one person is the only thing that matters to you and it's like the rest of the world is non-exsistant." I didn't look up but had a good idea that I was being stared at.

"That's what I would have said. Anyone else?" He paused for another answer. "Okay. How long do you think it takes to fall in love? We'll go around the room starting with you, Neville."

"A long time." "Months." "Years." "I have no clue." "How would I know?" "Awhile." Those some of the answers given. I said, "It doesn't matter the length of time it takes. It's about you and the other person and how much you've fallen how fast. It's all relative."

"Good insight. Anyone want to share a story?" No one moved. Well, it was a really personal topic. "Okay, I will. It was my sixth year in Hogwarts and there was a new girl. Her name was Annabelle. I met her on the train and she knew my name and the name of my friends when we hadn't ever seen her. I thought she was absolutely beautiful and I thought to myself that this was the girl I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. With these things, I just knew. But it turned out I was wrong. Anyway, I brought her to use the Prefect bathroom and when we were washing our hands something happened. We just kissed each other, no questions asked." He looked around the room, and all the girls seemed to be hanging on his every word. Harry looked quite interested too. I was silent, tears brimming on my eyes. "Then we become boyfriend and girlfriend. And later that night we did something I'm not proud of. Don't get any ideas. But then the next day she said she had to leave for good but that she loved me. Love is mysterious because she promised I would see her again and I haven't. I. . ." His voice trailed off and a tear ran down his cheek. I couldn't stand him getting this emotional.

"In the thick shroud of leafy darkness
And the joyous of light
Your face in the pale moonlight
And love glowing in the day
It's not of one to think and wonder
What could have been
Because anything that could have been
That should have been
Is you." I recited the poem I gave him before I, er- Annabelle, left.

"What?" He looked at me in disbelief.

"By the Gods that carry this Earth why must you be so cruel to take my lover and not leave me poison to die? I would take the poison rather than this." I looked at him straight in the eye and he looked into mine.

"Maybe I'm the poison." He looked at me with knowing.

"No you aren't. You are the antidote." I looked at him and everything else faded away. I pulled out the small chain with the ring on it and slipped on the ring. "And I am Annabelle. I traveled back in time on accident. I know you fell in love with Annabelle, but-"

"Names mean nothing. I fell in love with you." He kissed me and I felt his body start to transform. This wasn't a full moon, right? No, the lean body became more muscular and full. When I had pulled away, I was looking at a sixteen-year-old Remus Lupin.

"So this ring would give me anything I want? I think it just did."

"Marry me, Hermione Annabelle Granger."