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Draco Malfoy was standing outside Hermione's quarters when she and Snape appeared at the far end of the corridor. When he saw her reddened eyes, his own narrowed in suspicion. What was Snape doing with her? Surly he couldn't have...

"I believe you can take it from here, Miss Granger?" he heard Snape say when they neared the room. She nodded and he then turned his back on the two and swept off.

Draco confronted her.

"What were you doing with him?" he asked in a sharper tone than he had intended.

"What—Oh—I was outside and I got into a little bit of—trouble," she replied.

"What kind of trouble?"

"I—er—was attacked by a—by a werewolf."

"Did it bite you?" Draco cried.

"Only after I used the Animagi Charm."

He let out a breath. "Okay—for a second there I thought that you were gonna wind up like that monster that we call our teacher."

"Professor Lupin is not a monster!" she spat angrily.

He snorted. "Oh—excuse me—that creature then." He grinned unpleasantly.

"He is not a creature! He is a human being!"

"Who is a human being?" came a slightly hoarse voice behind them. Remus Lupin was peering at them over his clipboard and quill.

"Oh—We were just—talking about—Harry Potter, Professor," Draco answered quickly but choppily. He glanced at Hermione out of the corner of his eye.

Remus gave him an 'I don't believe you' look.

"Please sir," Hermione began softly. "But is it really any of your business what we were talking about?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh...so it's something I shouldn't know about then, correct?" He caught her eye briefly.

"Not necessarily something you shouldn't know..." she continued, her face reddening slightly. "More so, it's something you don't need to know."

His eyes flicked to Draco, who was fidgeting ever so slightly.

After a moment, he nodded to them and walked past without another word on the subject. As soon as he was out of earshot, Draco sniggered.

"Monster," he muttered.

That was it. Hermione's right fist smashed into Draco's face as hard as she could convince it to do so. He spun around and fell to the ground. Glaring up at her, he wiped the blood from his nose.

"You will not talk about Remus Lupin that way!" she screamed, furious. "He is a good, respectable man and you should listen to him sometime!" She charmed her door open and stormed inside.

By the time she came out, Draco had gone. She had changed her robes and brushed her hair again. She then walked down the hallway towards the Great Hall for breakfast. When she entered, she saw her friends Ron Weasley and Harry Potter beckoning her over to them. She sat down next to Ron.

"Hey 'Mione!" he greeted cheerfully. "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages!"

Hermione didn't say anything, but she did smile halfheartedly. She was watching Harry. He kept glancing at her and giving her odd smiles. It was quite unnerving.

"Why don't you sit over here 'Mione?" he asked, motioning to the seat beside him.

"Here—I'll switch with you 'Mione," Ron said, getting up. He pushed Hermione into the middle seat with amazing strength. Harry smiled at her again. After Dumbledore had said his good morning, food appeared on the golden plates lining the tables. As she began to eat, she realized that she was hungrier than she would have thought she was.

She felt an arm wrap around her waist cautiously.

"What's the matter 'Mione?" It was Harry's arm. He looked at her in a concerned way.

"Harry—I'm trying to eat," she muttered to him softly.

Up at the staff table, Remus Lupin was talking to Minerva McGonagall when he caught Hermione squirming uncomfortably in Harry's touch. He paused for the shortest amount of time, before continuing his conversation. He didn't want to alert Minerva to his sudden and probably incorrect suspicions.

When he was done talking however, his eyes wandered back over to where Hermione was still clearly trying to escape from Harry's arm. Suddenly, he found that he had rested his gaze on her own. She immediately stopped wriggling. His eyes were questioning.

Abruptly, she clutched at her stomach, pulled herself from Harry's grip and rushed out of the Great Hall. Remus watched her with slightly widened eyes; the only people who seemed to have noticed were Harry, Ron and Seamus Finnigan. None of them bothered to go after her. Remus excused himself from the Staff table and went after her.

Once in the hallway, he looked both ways but saw no sign of the girl.

"Hermione!" he called, hoping for a response. The only response he got was a series of soft thumping noises. Instinctively, he ran towards the sound. He found himself at the stairs. At the bottom lay Hermione. She was half on the staircase and half off of it.

He started down, only to feel the staircase shudder and begin to move. In shocked realization, he saw the unconscious form of his student begin to slip as the stairs pulled away from her. If he didn't get to her, she would fall.

"Dammit!" he cried as he dashed down the stairs. He leapt the space between the floor and stairs and snatched Hermione by the arm and pulled her to safety. After he had caught his breath, he removed his wand from his pocket and cast a waking charm upon her. He eyes fluttered open and when she saw him, she scurried backward quickly, startled.

Remus did not let go of her arm right away, as if he had, she would have gone over the edge anyway. When she had relaxed some however, he did let go. Without warning, she turned away from him and vomited. Remus flicked his wand and cleaned it up.

"Are you feeling any better now?" he asked, chuckling slightly.

Hermione shot him a repulsive glare at his words. She started to speak, but vomited again. Again, Remus flicked his wand to clean it up.

"Your stomach must not have liked something that was in this morning's breakfast." She gave him the same hating glare. "What's wrong Hermione?" he asked, his voice becoming softer and more serious.

"Nothing," she replied, a bit too forcefully.

"I saw you at your table today," he said sternly. "Would you care to explain to me why Harry had his arm around you when you were clearly trying to avoid it?"

His blue-brown eyes searched her own.

"I—I told him I was feeling sick..." she began. "So he was trying to comfort me, but I didn't want to tell him he was making it worse—so I just wiggled around I guess." She prayed he'd buy it.

"Don't lie to me Hermione."

Darn.

Thinking quickly, she replied, "You have no right to know anything about me."

Remus eyed her with a considering look.

"Maybe you're right," he said after a moment.

Hermione's eyes narrowed.

"However—if it involves the safety of one of my students, I do in fact have the right to know."

"What makes you think it involves my safety?"

"The look in your eyes as I said that."

She immediately averted her eyes from his own.