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Chapter One:

Hermione Granger's intelligent brown eyes fluttered open. She sighed and sat up in be. She had been in the middle of a very good dream. A dream about a certain werewolf. Hermione climbed out of bed and made her way sleepily to the shower.

Thirty minutes later she entered the kitchen of the flat she shared with three of her best friends. Harry and Ginny sat at the kitchen table. Ron was undoubtedly still asleep. He would be until lunchtime.

"Morning Sunshine" Harry said.

"Mmph." Hermione shot him a look.

"She hasn't had her coffee yet." Ginny laughed, handing Hermione a steaming mug.

"Thanks, Gin."


"Ron's up." Harry said, and they heard the shower running upstairs.

"So early?"

"Herms, it's noon!" Ginny laughed.

"Ohmigod! It is?" Hermione cried, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

Harry and Ginny exchanged a knowing look, and he got up and went to his room. Ginny motioned for Hermione to sit. She studied her for a few moments before finally speaking.

"I tried to wake you up," She said finally, "but you just rolled over and muttered someone's name"

"Who's?"

"Remus." Ginny said.

"Oh."

"You still love him don't you?"

"No. Well, I think I don't …but I still dream about him sometimes."

"Once a month, to be exact." Ginny said evenly.

"What?"

"You only sleep in once a month…during the full moon." Ginny explained.

"Really?" Hermione groaned.

"Yup." Harry said from the doorway to the kitchen. "Ginny's birthday is coming up…we're throwing her a party and you're going to get drunk and have some fun."

"Harry!"

"I won't take no for an answer!" He grinned, "Ginny's turning 21! Everyone has to get drunk!"

Hermione just shook her head and laughed. She knew they'd make her go anyway, so she gave in. Her, Harry, and Ron spent the rest of the day planning the party while Ginny went to visit her mother.

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"Hermione, I'm sorry1 you're a student!" Remus explained, "It can't work!"

"Remus."

"I love you, Hermione. I just can't do this!"

Hermione shot up in bed. Cold sweat covered her body. She glanced at her alarm clock. The illuminated red numbers flashed 2:00 a.m. in the otherwise black room. The dream. The memory of that day still haunted her. The day he'd said no. She had fought so hard to hide her feelings for him, but she couldn't. He'd figured it out, and he'd felt the same.

But he had to be my teacher.

Hermione sighed and tried to get back to sleep. She sat staring at the ceiling for hours, his kind face on her mind.