Moonlight Madness
By shadowlessphantom
Maybe being in love with each other was madness. Maybe even thinking they could be something more was madness. But Hermione and Remus were mad—because they have fallen in love indeed.
Warning: This is about REMUS and HERMIONE, in case you're just a stray dog who happened to 'stray' here. If you don't like what you see, what you read, or just in case you don't like it for no reason, you're free to hit that Back button and depart to other fan fics. It will clearly be my pleasure to see you leave. YOUR OWN FLAMES WILL BURN YOU IN HELL. See you there mate.
A/N: HP is obviously and never will be mine, so don't even count I get money from the crap I write. Anything against the law that might be broken by this fan fiction is accidental because I don't want to be jailed or something, and any relevance to other stories or maybe even to true life is plainly coincidental. Thanks.
Chapter One: Well Met Again
Hermione Granger was purposefully thrilled. And for a very important reason. She would be meeting with Harry and Ron, two of the people she hadn't seen for quite a long time since they got busy with their own careers.
Together with them were Ginny, Fred and George, Hagrid, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and surprisingly, Lupin, the last of the Messrs; the remaining Marauder. People she hadn't been talking with for a long time.
Hermione braced herself before entering Three Broomsticks, getting very eager to see her friends. The reason they agreed to meet there was because classes were still going on (it was December) and Hagrid, Dumbledore and McGonagall couldn't afford being far away at the moment.
She opened the door and smiled heartily at Madam Rosmerta, at the same time regarding the heat inside after the cold and chilling snow on the way there.
"Hello Hermione. Come, they're waiting for you now. All of them have arrived."
"Thanks Rosmerta." She replied, already accustomed to addressing the people she used to refer to with authority normally, now that she had grown up and was twenty years old, a mature adult.
Rosmerta led her to the private rooms, and already, Hermione could hear pleasant laughter from a room far left of the corridor. She smiled.
She would laugh all afternoon surely, and they had a lot of catching up to do and, always this was included, a lot of looking back.
The moment the door opened, her smile widened at the sight of everyone present, seated in a U-shaped couch that faced a middle table and a burning fireplace.
"Hermione!"
Harry and Ron scrambled up from being seated, running over to her and giving her a rib-crushing hug.
"Guys, guys!" she exclaimed, laughing and hugging both of them back. "I get the point! I missed you too!" she added as both her best friends pulled away.
She entered the room and gave everyone else a hug. Lupin was looking his best tonight, and Hermione noticed.
'Wolfsbane, most likely. No werewolf stuff going on.'
"Sorry I'm late. I had to pass by the Auror Headquarters—it was my leave but I had to give some paperwork to Tonks—I didn't want it to be late." She said hurriedly and sat down beside Ginny on the couch.
Everyone gave her amused glances and she stopped. "Sorry. I know I still sound like my old self." She said sheepishly. "Indeed you do Hermione! And why not? You're still Ms. Granger after all." McGonagall said and smiled.
After that, now that everyone was complete, even more laughter was shared. Things both from the past and present were discussed.
The afternoon seemed to wear off quickly, but Hermione knew they'd been there long. She had not been talking to Remus much, as he was most of the time talking to Fred and George about the joke shop. She got her chance anyway.
"Tell me, Professor Lupin," Hermione said when Ginny left her and Hermione found herself beside Remus, at the same time the twins asked something from Dumbledore.
Lupin held a hand up. "Please Hermione. You're twenty-one. I'm no longer your teacher. Why don't you start calling me Remus like Harry and Ron?" he asked, smiling at her brightly.
Hermione smiled back. How silly of her. Somehow, he still became her teacher and his authority remained.
But not today it seemed.
"All right then, REMUS. Where do you stay now? Harry told me you stayed in a rented house. Where's that?" she asked, sipping Butterbeer. Unlike everyone else, she didn't like drinking alcohol especially that there was no real occasion today.
"Yorkshire. But I plan to move out tonight, though I have no place to stay. I hope that somehow I'd find one by this week."
Hermione thought for a moment before answering, now as Remus was having a new conversation with the twins. The Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes was doing brilliant; Zonko's was going bankrupt because of them!
'Is it okay to ask him to stay over at my apartment? I mean, I have an extra room there.' She thought, hesitating.
"Hermione! Hey! What're you staring at there? Come here!" called out Ron, waving her over to him and Harry.
She thought maybe she could think about it later. Now, meanwhile, was the perfect opportunity to spend quality time with her best friends.
"We're you okay back there? You looked like you were hit by a Stunning Spell or something." Teased Ron, grinning at her mischievously. Hermione pretended to glare but ended up giggling.
"What would you know about it Ron? You don't pay attention to class." She teased back.
Harry, who was smiling, chuckled. "Should I stop you now, or should I be patient a little bit more?" he asked.
Of course, Harry always was the one who patiently listened to their nonsense arguments when they were at school, and if things got pretty heated up, was the one who always stopped them.
"I think so. We've not seen each other for months! I sort of forgot how long it usually takes until you stop us." Ron laughed, offering Hermione a sip of his vodka, Muggle alcohol he'd learned to drink from Harry. Hermione shook her head and showed her bottle of Butterbeer.
"Oh, come on Hermione! We're twenty-one! We're of age to drink! Why not enjoy the freedom and drink a bit?" Harry asked, shaking his head as he and Ron started laughing.
She shook her head. "No. And besides, I still have to Apparate. There is no way I am getting drunk." She replied firmly.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Please, we're not asking you to get drunk. We're offering you a sip!" he answered, but he pushed her no further. It was Hermione, and there was no way he, or Harry even, could change her mind. She decided, to change the topic, meanwhile.
"Hey, Professor Lupin told me—" Harry gives another chuckle, "All right, Remus told me he'd just moved out of his house." Harry and Ron both nodded.
"Yeah. Apparently his neighbor's so nosy. Remus couldn't do his Wizarding stuff there, and you know Muggles. So he decided to move out and find a new, peaceful place." Harry said, eating a Chocolate frog.
Ron shook his head. "Poor bloke. Those muggles—they really need to mind their own business." He muttered and Hermione smirked.
"Come on Ron, don't forget I'm a muggle too. There's just bad breed in our kind." She said, elbowing him lightly on the arm. Ron smiled and his eyes sparkled.
"Oh sure, weren't you nosy too?" he teased again, this time making Hermione blush. She had been and was still nosy sometimes, but at least it had lessened.
"Ron! Give Hermione a break! And that's why we love her, don't we? She's nosy." Harry said, smiling at her affectionately. Ron nodded and smiled at her too.
"Anyway," she said, changing the subject for no apparent reason, "I was thinking of letting Remus stay over my apartment. You know, since I have two rooms. It's temporary anyway, and it's better than letting him stay elsewhere."
Harry nodded and grinned. "That's a good idea. I mean, he told me he had no plans where he would stay, but the flat owner, since he'd rented it, told him he should move out, the least, today. I think someone's already moving in."
"Pity, the one moving in." muttered Ron, but he was ignored by them.
"Should I tell him that? He'd like it!" Harry asked Hermione. She shrugged. "If he likes, of course." He walked over and joined in Fred, George, and Remus' group in the couch.
Hermione turned to Ron and smiled. "So, how's the team?" she asked.
After Hogwarts, both Ron and Harry were asked by the Chudleys—yep, and Ron couldn't believe it—to join the team. It took a lot of thinking if they should accept or decline, but in the end, both of them agreed.
"Blimey, I saw the record. Ever since Harry became Seeker, they've been winning. And, not that I'm bragging about it, I saw the score records of their games and always, the score of their opponent without the Snitch points, were higher than when I entered the team."
Hermione smiled. "Come on Ron, you're not bragging. You're telling your best friend. And anyway, it means you're a very good Keeper!"
Ron blushed crimson, as usual and every time he was complimented. Hermione remembered his picture and Harry's at the Witch Weekly magazine. The headline: New Cuties for the Cannons.
Girls everywhere loved Harry and especially the funny Ron—every time they played, the memorable, "Weasley is our King" could still be heard amongst the crowd, and the lyrics were in the magazine too. When she'd bought it and shown Ron, he would pass up as bleeding.
Meanwhile, Chudley haters dressed in Dementor clothing—they were hoping Harry would get scared, faint and fall from his broom but there was no such luck so far. Malfoy had told the media. That guy hadn't changed.
Hermione would admit that both her best friends had grown rather handsome as they grew up. Not that she was being left behind under the "attractive- looking" section. Recently when she'd bumped into Dean and Seamus, they'd told her that she had grown pretty.
For a while, they continued catching up on each other's lives as Harry was still over at the couch. A while later, he came back with Lupin.
"I greatly appreciate the offer Hermione. Thanks." He said, taking a seat beside them. She smiled and waved a hand like Remus only asked for a piece of candy.
"Oh, stop it. Like we don't know each other anyway!" she replied, shrugging it off. She was glad at least someone would be with her for a short time—being an Auror takes her all over—and she didn't have time to talk to anyone. But at least Tonks gave her a break and now Lupin was staying over, for probably a few weeks.
"Really, thanks." He repeated, and Hermione looked into his eyes, lost for a while. "You're welcome, really."
"Not much, but I like it." Said Hermione as she entered her apartment with Lupin, around eight. Remus looked around as both of them stood by the door. The walls were plain peach, the couches in the living room of bright blue to liven up the wallpaper with a small fireplace.
He could see through a glass divider the dining room with four seats and the small, bright yellow kitchen was just across it. The apartment was small but neat and homely.
"Not much? It's fantastic! You do really love a neat, orderly place, don't you?" he asked as Hermione beckoned him to a door, far left in a short corridor. He had two huge suitcases, a smaller suitcase and a backpack now carried by Hermione to help him.
"Of course. I wouldn't want a dreadful place after I return home tired from work. That wouldn't be nice." She replied and flashed a Remus quick, sweet smile.
She opened the door of his room for him—a guest room where Ron and Harry usually slept in when they gave Hermione a visit. The covers of the bed were pastel yellow, a soothing color. The wallpaper was white; there was a small closet by the side of the room and near it a door leading to the bathroom. Just near the main door there was a table and a chair.
"Guests would feel so much at home. I might not leave this place anymore." Remus said, his eyes shining with hidden amusement thought he pretended to be serious. She laughed.
"That wouldn't be bad. Though you have to pay the rent and all that with me." She replied.
Remus pretended to be surprised. "Then I changed my mind." He quickly said and both of them started laughing. Hermione was amazed at how they seemed to get along easy. She'd been thinking it would be awkward. Maybe not.
"Oh, would you like to go with me to the grocery tomorrow? In case you'd like something you can just buy them since you'd be staying here. And also, are you hungry?" She said, when she was about to go to her own room.
Remus nodded. "Surely. And about being hungry, I'm full thank you. We ate a lot at Hogsmeade." He replied.
She nodded and smiled again. "All right then. If you need me, I'm a door away." She said and pointed with her thumb to the room exactly beside his. He nodded and she turned around to walk to leave.
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you so much. I really appreciate this."
"It's nothing Remus. I already told you that."
"Okay. Good night and pleasant dreams."
"Yeah. You too."
Hermione looked after him as he closed the door. His eyes remained in her mind for the rest of the night and even in her dreams. And she was wondering why.
By shadowlessphantom
Maybe being in love with each other was madness. Maybe even thinking they could be something more was madness. But Hermione and Remus were mad—because they have fallen in love indeed.
Warning: This is about REMUS and HERMIONE, in case you're just a stray dog who happened to 'stray' here. If you don't like what you see, what you read, or just in case you don't like it for no reason, you're free to hit that Back button and depart to other fan fics. It will clearly be my pleasure to see you leave. YOUR OWN FLAMES WILL BURN YOU IN HELL. See you there mate.
A/N: HP is obviously and never will be mine, so don't even count I get money from the crap I write. Anything against the law that might be broken by this fan fiction is accidental because I don't want to be jailed or something, and any relevance to other stories or maybe even to true life is plainly coincidental. Thanks.
Chapter One: Well Met Again
Hermione Granger was purposefully thrilled. And for a very important reason. She would be meeting with Harry and Ron, two of the people she hadn't seen for quite a long time since they got busy with their own careers.
Together with them were Ginny, Fred and George, Hagrid, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and surprisingly, Lupin, the last of the Messrs; the remaining Marauder. People she hadn't been talking with for a long time.
Hermione braced herself before entering Three Broomsticks, getting very eager to see her friends. The reason they agreed to meet there was because classes were still going on (it was December) and Hagrid, Dumbledore and McGonagall couldn't afford being far away at the moment.
She opened the door and smiled heartily at Madam Rosmerta, at the same time regarding the heat inside after the cold and chilling snow on the way there.
"Hello Hermione. Come, they're waiting for you now. All of them have arrived."
"Thanks Rosmerta." She replied, already accustomed to addressing the people she used to refer to with authority normally, now that she had grown up and was twenty years old, a mature adult.
Rosmerta led her to the private rooms, and already, Hermione could hear pleasant laughter from a room far left of the corridor. She smiled.
She would laugh all afternoon surely, and they had a lot of catching up to do and, always this was included, a lot of looking back.
The moment the door opened, her smile widened at the sight of everyone present, seated in a U-shaped couch that faced a middle table and a burning fireplace.
"Hermione!"
Harry and Ron scrambled up from being seated, running over to her and giving her a rib-crushing hug.
"Guys, guys!" she exclaimed, laughing and hugging both of them back. "I get the point! I missed you too!" she added as both her best friends pulled away.
She entered the room and gave everyone else a hug. Lupin was looking his best tonight, and Hermione noticed.
'Wolfsbane, most likely. No werewolf stuff going on.'
"Sorry I'm late. I had to pass by the Auror Headquarters—it was my leave but I had to give some paperwork to Tonks—I didn't want it to be late." She said hurriedly and sat down beside Ginny on the couch.
Everyone gave her amused glances and she stopped. "Sorry. I know I still sound like my old self." She said sheepishly. "Indeed you do Hermione! And why not? You're still Ms. Granger after all." McGonagall said and smiled.
After that, now that everyone was complete, even more laughter was shared. Things both from the past and present were discussed.
The afternoon seemed to wear off quickly, but Hermione knew they'd been there long. She had not been talking to Remus much, as he was most of the time talking to Fred and George about the joke shop. She got her chance anyway.
"Tell me, Professor Lupin," Hermione said when Ginny left her and Hermione found herself beside Remus, at the same time the twins asked something from Dumbledore.
Lupin held a hand up. "Please Hermione. You're twenty-one. I'm no longer your teacher. Why don't you start calling me Remus like Harry and Ron?" he asked, smiling at her brightly.
Hermione smiled back. How silly of her. Somehow, he still became her teacher and his authority remained.
But not today it seemed.
"All right then, REMUS. Where do you stay now? Harry told me you stayed in a rented house. Where's that?" she asked, sipping Butterbeer. Unlike everyone else, she didn't like drinking alcohol especially that there was no real occasion today.
"Yorkshire. But I plan to move out tonight, though I have no place to stay. I hope that somehow I'd find one by this week."
Hermione thought for a moment before answering, now as Remus was having a new conversation with the twins. The Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes was doing brilliant; Zonko's was going bankrupt because of them!
'Is it okay to ask him to stay over at my apartment? I mean, I have an extra room there.' She thought, hesitating.
"Hermione! Hey! What're you staring at there? Come here!" called out Ron, waving her over to him and Harry.
She thought maybe she could think about it later. Now, meanwhile, was the perfect opportunity to spend quality time with her best friends.
"We're you okay back there? You looked like you were hit by a Stunning Spell or something." Teased Ron, grinning at her mischievously. Hermione pretended to glare but ended up giggling.
"What would you know about it Ron? You don't pay attention to class." She teased back.
Harry, who was smiling, chuckled. "Should I stop you now, or should I be patient a little bit more?" he asked.
Of course, Harry always was the one who patiently listened to their nonsense arguments when they were at school, and if things got pretty heated up, was the one who always stopped them.
"I think so. We've not seen each other for months! I sort of forgot how long it usually takes until you stop us." Ron laughed, offering Hermione a sip of his vodka, Muggle alcohol he'd learned to drink from Harry. Hermione shook her head and showed her bottle of Butterbeer.
"Oh, come on Hermione! We're twenty-one! We're of age to drink! Why not enjoy the freedom and drink a bit?" Harry asked, shaking his head as he and Ron started laughing.
She shook her head. "No. And besides, I still have to Apparate. There is no way I am getting drunk." She replied firmly.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Please, we're not asking you to get drunk. We're offering you a sip!" he answered, but he pushed her no further. It was Hermione, and there was no way he, or Harry even, could change her mind. She decided, to change the topic, meanwhile.
"Hey, Professor Lupin told me—" Harry gives another chuckle, "All right, Remus told me he'd just moved out of his house." Harry and Ron both nodded.
"Yeah. Apparently his neighbor's so nosy. Remus couldn't do his Wizarding stuff there, and you know Muggles. So he decided to move out and find a new, peaceful place." Harry said, eating a Chocolate frog.
Ron shook his head. "Poor bloke. Those muggles—they really need to mind their own business." He muttered and Hermione smirked.
"Come on Ron, don't forget I'm a muggle too. There's just bad breed in our kind." She said, elbowing him lightly on the arm. Ron smiled and his eyes sparkled.
"Oh sure, weren't you nosy too?" he teased again, this time making Hermione blush. She had been and was still nosy sometimes, but at least it had lessened.
"Ron! Give Hermione a break! And that's why we love her, don't we? She's nosy." Harry said, smiling at her affectionately. Ron nodded and smiled at her too.
"Anyway," she said, changing the subject for no apparent reason, "I was thinking of letting Remus stay over my apartment. You know, since I have two rooms. It's temporary anyway, and it's better than letting him stay elsewhere."
Harry nodded and grinned. "That's a good idea. I mean, he told me he had no plans where he would stay, but the flat owner, since he'd rented it, told him he should move out, the least, today. I think someone's already moving in."
"Pity, the one moving in." muttered Ron, but he was ignored by them.
"Should I tell him that? He'd like it!" Harry asked Hermione. She shrugged. "If he likes, of course." He walked over and joined in Fred, George, and Remus' group in the couch.
Hermione turned to Ron and smiled. "So, how's the team?" she asked.
After Hogwarts, both Ron and Harry were asked by the Chudleys—yep, and Ron couldn't believe it—to join the team. It took a lot of thinking if they should accept or decline, but in the end, both of them agreed.
"Blimey, I saw the record. Ever since Harry became Seeker, they've been winning. And, not that I'm bragging about it, I saw the score records of their games and always, the score of their opponent without the Snitch points, were higher than when I entered the team."
Hermione smiled. "Come on Ron, you're not bragging. You're telling your best friend. And anyway, it means you're a very good Keeper!"
Ron blushed crimson, as usual and every time he was complimented. Hermione remembered his picture and Harry's at the Witch Weekly magazine. The headline: New Cuties for the Cannons.
Girls everywhere loved Harry and especially the funny Ron—every time they played, the memorable, "Weasley is our King" could still be heard amongst the crowd, and the lyrics were in the magazine too. When she'd bought it and shown Ron, he would pass up as bleeding.
Meanwhile, Chudley haters dressed in Dementor clothing—they were hoping Harry would get scared, faint and fall from his broom but there was no such luck so far. Malfoy had told the media. That guy hadn't changed.
Hermione would admit that both her best friends had grown rather handsome as they grew up. Not that she was being left behind under the "attractive- looking" section. Recently when she'd bumped into Dean and Seamus, they'd told her that she had grown pretty.
For a while, they continued catching up on each other's lives as Harry was still over at the couch. A while later, he came back with Lupin.
"I greatly appreciate the offer Hermione. Thanks." He said, taking a seat beside them. She smiled and waved a hand like Remus only asked for a piece of candy.
"Oh, stop it. Like we don't know each other anyway!" she replied, shrugging it off. She was glad at least someone would be with her for a short time—being an Auror takes her all over—and she didn't have time to talk to anyone. But at least Tonks gave her a break and now Lupin was staying over, for probably a few weeks.
"Really, thanks." He repeated, and Hermione looked into his eyes, lost for a while. "You're welcome, really."
"Not much, but I like it." Said Hermione as she entered her apartment with Lupin, around eight. Remus looked around as both of them stood by the door. The walls were plain peach, the couches in the living room of bright blue to liven up the wallpaper with a small fireplace.
He could see through a glass divider the dining room with four seats and the small, bright yellow kitchen was just across it. The apartment was small but neat and homely.
"Not much? It's fantastic! You do really love a neat, orderly place, don't you?" he asked as Hermione beckoned him to a door, far left in a short corridor. He had two huge suitcases, a smaller suitcase and a backpack now carried by Hermione to help him.
"Of course. I wouldn't want a dreadful place after I return home tired from work. That wouldn't be nice." She replied and flashed a Remus quick, sweet smile.
She opened the door of his room for him—a guest room where Ron and Harry usually slept in when they gave Hermione a visit. The covers of the bed were pastel yellow, a soothing color. The wallpaper was white; there was a small closet by the side of the room and near it a door leading to the bathroom. Just near the main door there was a table and a chair.
"Guests would feel so much at home. I might not leave this place anymore." Remus said, his eyes shining with hidden amusement thought he pretended to be serious. She laughed.
"That wouldn't be bad. Though you have to pay the rent and all that with me." She replied.
Remus pretended to be surprised. "Then I changed my mind." He quickly said and both of them started laughing. Hermione was amazed at how they seemed to get along easy. She'd been thinking it would be awkward. Maybe not.
"Oh, would you like to go with me to the grocery tomorrow? In case you'd like something you can just buy them since you'd be staying here. And also, are you hungry?" She said, when she was about to go to her own room.
Remus nodded. "Surely. And about being hungry, I'm full thank you. We ate a lot at Hogsmeade." He replied.
She nodded and smiled again. "All right then. If you need me, I'm a door away." She said and pointed with her thumb to the room exactly beside his. He nodded and she turned around to walk to leave.
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you so much. I really appreciate this."
"It's nothing Remus. I already told you that."
"Okay. Good night and pleasant dreams."
"Yeah. You too."
Hermione looked after him as he closed the door. His eyes remained in her mind for the rest of the night and even in her dreams. And she was wondering why.