She didn't want to go, but she was worried about her teacher. If seeing that he was safe meant going somewhere, then that she would do.
Fifteen minutes into the flight Hermione really needed a tissue. She looked around and spotted a handkerchief lying next to her. Hermione reached over and picked it up, carefully wiped her nose, then folded it back up and stuck it in her robe pocket. It was then she noticed she was wearing her pajamas with a school robe over them. 'Oh great, Mione' she moaned to herself, 'your teacher has gone crazy, you have a horrible cold, and you picked tonight of all nights to wear the dancing gingerbread pajamas.' She shook her head and resumed looking out the window.
The bus finally stopped and Remus stood up. Hermione was relieved to see there was a bit of sanity in his eyes as he helped her off the bed. He helped her off the bus and then started pulling her towards a shaded path. "Professor, where are we going?" Hermione coughed. Remus seemed to notice her illness as if it hadn't been there before.
"I'll just light a fire when we get there." He mumbled transfiguring a piece of bark into a box of tissues and handing them to her. Hermione gratefully accepted the box and followed him down the path. She noticed the landscape looked familiar. The hills… and the house! Just up ahead stood the house Hermione had dreamed about. She looked around searching desperately for something. Ah! There it was. She let go of Remus' hand and ran off a side path, over a stone bridge and to the fastidious garden. Throwing herself to the ground, she used her hands to dig a hole away from the patch then ripped up one of the flowers from the middle of a row. She heard an audible gasp behind her, but paid it no heed as she placed it in the hole. She stood up and dusted off her clothes and hands.
"There we go. Perfect doesn't apply to flowers." Hermione mumbled and turned around to see Remus staring in horror at the flowers.
"What have you done?" he moaned. "Mom won't like it." He started to pace while mumbling to himself. Hermione, while worrying about her teachers sanity, grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the house. As they entered Remus turned to her and smiled a sad smile.
"Welcome to my home, Hermione," Remus said as he shut the door behind him. Hermione looked around and gasped as a figure of a lady appeared in a doorway across the room.
AN: How did you like my vocab word? Fastidious….not quite sure if it works where I put it, but hey I tried and that's all that matters…: )
I finally have a plot. I'm sorry if I'm not developing it right off, but I need to establish some background facts before delving in. Expect more appearances from the mysterious lady. She is a main player in what's to come. *shivers* I'm a genius. Thanks to Astraea, I owe you for the plug and for encouraging me. Thanks to all my reviewers. It saddened me when I had no plot to give you, but take heart, I have one now! Whoo-hoo! Well, I'm off to write the next chapter. I couldn't figure out how to end this one, so I might as well start on the next so that the ending won't have to be one for long…