Author's Note: Ugh, sorry this took so long to update. I have decided that quality over quantity will be my policy for reviews from now on. My good friend, Lady Matsu, started to advertise this story in her AN's, which makes me feel completely pathetic. So I am going to keep going on this and ignore the fact that she has over three hundred and fifty and I have three. :) Thank you, all three of you. Schism, yours is the type of review that every Fan fiction Author dreams of getting. Thank you. I've always been a Hermione/Draco shipper myself, but I like Remus also. So here this is, Enjoy.

Hermione exhaled heavily. Those eyes, the ones in her dream, were most assuredly the eyes of her former Potions teacher. The man who made her life Hell when attending Hogwarts, the man who had tortured her for years in her school days. She massaged her forehead with her palms. I had too much Fire Whiskey on my way here. She rationalized to herself, standing and stretching. She shuffled over to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She stepped into the stream of icy water, shuddering at the temperature. After her shower, while she sat on her bed in her towel brushing her wet hair, she thought about Remus. He had been her friend for so long, and was most definitely her favourite Defence against the Dark Arts teacher. The poor man had lost even more than she had in the wars. He lost James and Peter in the first war and Sirius in the second. Werewolves don't make many close friends, this she knew. They couldn't. And they almost never had lovers or spouses. She sighed. Poor Remus, living alone for so long. She glanced at the clock. Shit! 5:00. The students would be arriving soon. She rushed around, pulling on clothes. She wore black satin robes, the best she had. She only wore black nowadays; it just seemed to fit. She put on her makeup hurriedly, and pulled her damp hair into a bun on the back of her head, before flying out the door, where she ran straight into something. Something hard and dark, something that went "oomph" when it hit the ground, her on top of it. That something happened to be Severus Snape. Hermione turned scarlet.

"In a hurry, Miss Granger?" Snape growled at her. She turned even redder, before a very amusing thought occurred to her. She was now a teacher, and was Snape's equal.

"In fact I was, Severus." She said, pleased at how strong her voice was. His eyes narrowed a bit at the use of his first name. She climbed to her feet, as did he. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to be at the Great Hall." She said, dignified to the utmost as she swept off. Snape watched her with narrowed eyes. He had in fact been sent to fetch her. Insufferable girl. How could she manage to be so elegant and noble after falling to the ground? With a slight growl, he headed after her.

Hermione was mortified. She had just done what had to be the clumsiest thing of her life, and it had been Snape that she ran into. Hermione buried her red face in her hands, letting the blush cool. When she removed her hands, she was pale and collected as ever, and she entered the Great Hall. It was just as she remembered it, with four long tables, candles floating over them, and the Head Table across the front. She looked longingly at the Gryffindor table. Everything was so different now. For a second, she saw three children sitting there, laughing. A small, black haired boy, and bushy haired girl, and a tall gangly red head. Her mind supplied images of them as they grew through the years, finally turning from innocent eleven-year-olds to seventeen-year-olds that had seen too much. She closed her eyes, and felt one tear drop roll down her cheek. She reached up to brush it away, but another hand did it for her. She saw seventeen year old Draco standing in front of her, a tender look on his handsome face as he caught the tear. She opened her eyes and Draco turned into Remus.

"What's wrong?" He asked, voice soft as velvet. She forced a smile.

"Oh, You know, just remembering." Her voice was nostalgic. He turned and looked at the table too, and his soft blue eyes grew sad and wistful. She knew that he was seeing the Marauders, all dead now, save him.

"Come. Let's sit down." He said faintly, turning to the Head Table. Hermione walked with him. "Remember the good times, Hermione. Draco and Ron wouldn't want you to do this to yourself." He didn't look at her, just kept walking. Hermione knew he was right -she had often said it to herself- but hearing it from Remus, who had lost more than she, was something else completely. She sighed, and joined him at the Head Table. To her surprise, Dumbledore sat on her other side.

"Hello, Hermione." He said, eyes twinkling at her.

"Hello Professor." She said out of habit.

"You aren't a student anymore. Call me Albus." He corrected, winking at her.

"Sorry, Pro-Albus." She said, blushing slightly. Remus looked at her with the ghost of a smile on his face. She looked so pretty, with a tinge of pink on her cheeks. Her hair had darkened over the years, and with it wet it was a striking near black. Her eyes were bright, sparkling tawny, a deep golden brown. Her skin was pale and her eyes offset by the almost gothic style of her makeup and robes. She was very lovely, and so compassionate and understanding. And off limits. Not only had she shut herself off from the world, but he had also. He had been in love once, and happier than he had ever been in his life. That was before James and Lily had died, and she found out about his lycanthropy. She had left him, as had everyone except the Marauder's, two of whom he had thought dead, and one in Azkaban. He sighed. Now they were all dead. He glanced at Hermione, who was now in full conversation with Dumbledore. She wouldn't want a weary old wolf anyway.

Suddenly the chatter at the Great Table went still. Students were now filing in. Hermione watched with mild interest. These would be her students. The seventh years were all looking to the Head Table eagerly. They had had a different transfigurations Teacher every year of their attending Hogwarts. They had gotten increasingly dysfunctional, and the position was said to hold an even greater jinx than the one that everyone had said was on the Defence against the Dark Arts position in Hermione's Day. Remus Lupin, however, had broken that Jinx and had held that job for eight consecutive years now. He smiled at old favourite students. Hermione was surveying them, the slightest bits of butterfly's in her stomach. Her face was calm though. They seated themselves, and she found herself examining the Gryffindors in particular. There were five redheads seated there now. Percy and Penelope had twins, a boy and a girl, in second year. Bill and Fleur had a son in second year, their youngest was being sorted today. Fred had married Angelina and had female twins in first year. Charlie's first born was in the sorting today also. Hermione smiled slightly at them, and they smiled at her. Auntie Hermione had always been a bit distant, and she never visited for long, but she was well loved for all the exotic gifts she brought from all corners of the world, and her eager attitude was contagious. The Hall fell silent again as diminutive Professor Flitwick brought in the first years and Filch set up the Sorting Hat. Hermione couldn't help but space out during the sorting hat's song, and through the first of the students being sorted. But as the line got shorter, she heard Flitwick call Charlie's daughter's name.

"Weasely, Alicia!" She sat on the stool, the hat slipping over her eyes. She had barely been seated for ten seconds before the rip opened in the brim...

"GRYFFINDOR!" It cried. Hermione clapped with everyone as she ran to join her cousins' at the Red and Gold table.

"Weasely, Alexandra!" Flitwick called. Bill and Fleur's daughter walked up to the stool. She was built like her mother, with gorgeous strawberry hair and Veela charms and looks. She was naturally refined, and vastly beautiful. She sat and dropped the hat over her head. It was nearly a minute before the Sorting Hat made it's decision, getting everyone's attention. It was very infrequent that it took this long for the sorting hat to decide. Finally, the rip opened, and "SLYTHERIN!" There was stunned silence for a second. Everyone knew the Weasely's, and they were famous for all being in Gryffindor. Hermione was the first to applaud, and Lupin joined her. Soon everyone was clapping but her cousins and brother, who were all staring in shock. Slytherin table was greeting Alexandra with catcalls and whistles. She caught Hermione's eye and nodded elegantly. Hermione nodded back. Lexa had always been her favourite of the Weasley brood. Hermione had always known she would be a Slytherin, she just that type of person. And after Draco, Hermione was inclined to thing that maybe it wasn't a bad thing.

*Author's note: A very mild Cliffy. Very mild indeed. I thank you for reading this. If you find that it would not be too troublesome, please review. Thank you.

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