Moonlight Madness
By shadowlessphantom
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.
Chapter Three: The Harder Choice
"Hermione..." Remus said, as they both pulled back. "Shh." She whispered lightly, her hands dancing on his hair as complete darkness surrounded both of them.
But their eyes bore a light—a light brighter than any star as they stood there, arms around each other, lost in a world they know not where but they were there and that's all that matters.
He looked at her face, memorizing every strand of her falling over her eyes, how she was smiling lightly as if she was in a dream, how her hands played on his hair and how happy he seemed to be.
The nightmares of being a werewolf were merely what they were—they remained nightmares. But right now it seemed far away, out of reach and left behind every other memory remaining in his mind.
For once, he wasn't lonely; for once he was complete, and life standing here, at the edge of the lake in Hogwarts was enough.
"Hermione." He whispered, tucking a strand on her ear gently. "Mmm?" she asked, looking back deeply in his eyes. Here and now—there was only here and now and nothing more and even nothing less.
"I love you." He said simply, but it came out, the words, as if he had only been made to say those words and only to her and no one else. She closed her eyes and placed her head on his shoulder, hugging him tighter.
"I love you too Remus." She whispered in his ear, the love clear in the words and the actions. None of them spoke after the confession—only contentment that they were here, and they had each other and nothing else mattered.
"HERMIONE?!"
"REMUS?!"
Startled, they jumped apart and looked beneath the shadows at two figures gaping at them as if they had just committed a sinful act; as if they had been doing something that shouldn't be done in love's philosophy. Their names had been uttered at the same time.
Hermione looked at Harry and Ron—she was sure it was the two of them, as Ron's hair was red in the darkness and Harry's emerald eyes peered over at them, wide because of shock.
"Hello Harry, Ron." Hermione said calmly, knowing the scene took them by surprise. But she wasn't embarrassed, she wasn't shy: her heart was bursting to tell the whole world of her love for Remus Lupin.
"What—what were you—?" Ron was having a hard time speaking, and Harry looked as if he couldn't speak at all and would never speak again even. Hermione was starting to wonder why.
"We kissed Ron. If that means anything to you." Remus spoke, and his voice was clear, and firm, and proud as he stepped beside Hermione and took her hand in his. If possible, this action had made both of Hermione's best friends even shocked than ever.
"But—but why?" asked Harry finally, his voice failing to come out loud but instead it was a whisper—as if he was afraid anyone would hear and see and find out about what had happened.
"There's only one reason two people kiss, Harry." She explained with an affectionate smile at him and a soft, laugh. But in the pit of her stomach she started to feel that there was something else about their reaction except surprise.
Ron strode towards them and pulled Hermione—roughly—away from Remus. "No, Hermione, you're going crazy!" he said loudly, causing a few birds to fly from a nearby tree; their flapping wings were so noisy at the silence that followed where Hermione stared at Ron, dumbfounded.
"What?" she asked in disbelief.
"You can't be in love with—Lupin! It's not rational, it's impossible, it's absurd!" Harry broke out, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.
He and Ron couldn't accept this, no, no WAY. Remus was their former teacher, a werewolf, a man older than Hermione, their best friend. No. NO WAY.
Hermione couldn't believe what she just heard. Being in love—with Remus was not rational? She had never felt as sane as she did now, and Harry says this like she had just fallen in love with the Dark Lord himself?
"Let's go Hermione. This, this is a misunderstanding. What happened between you and Remus, it's nothing." Ron said, calming himself as he looked like he was losing it and he started pulling her away.
Remus was about to follow when Harry stopped him. "No Remus. Don't follow. We'll help you find a place to stay, just don't... Don't follow Remus." He said, trying to make him understand through his eyes and the exasperation of his voice.
"No! Remus! Wait, Ron, get your hand off me!" she exclaimed but Ron's grip was tight and she couldn't get away no matter how she tried to and she just so desperately looked at the man standing beside Harry, the only man she had ever felt this way with.
"I love Hermione." Remus said, making Ron stop. Harry's head turned roughly towards him. "I am." He added, as if he was trying to convince them though they weren't and, he was guessing, will never be.
"And I am in love with him." Hermione said desperately, as if nearing tears, but there were none. She only ached to be in his arms again, to be lost in those eyes, to hear his voice telling her he loved her.
"You knew Remus. You know about Harry and his feelings but—how could you?" Ron asked, letting go of Hermione's hand and turning round to face him. "You know he loves her!" Hermione's eyes widened and she met Harry's. For a long while, they stared at each other.
"How could you do it Remus? You know—you know how much Harry is in love with her! He always told you his feelings towards her, for years now—gods Remus!" Ron was still saying, not shouting as if fearing Hogwarts would hear.
"I know Harry loves Hermione." Remus said, looking down the ground. "I know that. But, I just realized it and I know it's true that I myself is in love with her." He said and looked back up at Ron.
No one spoke and there was heavy tension in the air. It was eerie. The bubbles being emitted by the giant squid sounded like it had been magnified ten times its normal volume; but Hermione only heard nothing but the rapid beating of her heart.
"For the sake of your friendship, as it seems you don't agree about us..." Remus met Hermione's eyes. "I shall stay away from her, as looking it is what you want me to do." He said.
Hermione wanted to cry as he started walking away. He was doing this for the sake of herself, Ron and Harry?
She took his arm to stop him and he did stop. "Hermione, you and your friends need to talk. I'm giving you the space you need." He said calmly. He placed one hand on hers, for a short time just running his thumb over it, and he continued to walk away.
"Apparate to your apartment, Hermione. Let's do the talking there." Ron said. She turned around, suddenly feeling angry. She was mad indeed.
The moment they appeared on Hermione's apartment living room, she exploded. "What were you trying to do?" she demanded.
Harry and Ron were both surprised. "Protecting you Hermione. He's a werewolf. And plus what will people be saying when they find out? What do you think will they—" Ron was still explaining when Hermione shouted,
"I hardly care what people will say Ron! And the fact that he's a werewolf! I love him, and that's all I care about!"
Another silence followed, this time heavier than one with Remus. "Hermione, you of all people. Stop being irrational, please!" Harry said, his voice pissed.
"Harry, you love me, remember? If you do, you'll let me be! And you too Ron, if we're best friends!" she said, dropping the angry voice as she desperately tried to explain to them what she wanted them to know.
"No, Hermione. It's complicated, and now, at a time like this, with Voldemort and you're caught up with a werewolf—no Hermione. Being with Remus is like throwing yourself in the face of danger." Harry replied.
"Please Hermione, listen to us. We're trying to protect you!" Ron added, and she had felt her blood boiling again.
"Leave."
Harry and Ron looked at each other. "Hermione—" Ron tried to speak but she looked up and screamed,
"Leave! I don't need you! I thought we were best friends—the three of us! You just ruined the happiest moment of my life! Where I ever felt complete! Where I ever felt contented! Where I felt so much love and understanding! Where I ever felt so right!"
Her two best friends just lowered their heads and Apparated. She didn't know where but for the mean time she didn't care.
She ran to her room, shut the door with a bang and fell on the bed and cried. She was just given a choice she never wanted to be faced with: a choice between Friendship and Love. Where now does she lie?
What now, would she do and what would she choose?
Remus stood in front of Harry and Ron outside of the Great Hall, just minutes from when they saw him and Hermione kiss.
"I'll be getting your things maybe tomorrow. We talked to Dumbledore and he said yes on you're stay here." Harry said, not meeting his eyes.
"You do realize I am really in love with her?" asked Remus, changing the topic. He didn't care if he had no place to stay tonight, or any other night for that matter. All he cared about was Hermione.
"Remus, think! You're a werewolf! You're harming her that way, even making things complicated if you get together!" Ron said, clearing things that had been so clear to Remus since he had been bitten by that werewolf years ago, changing his whole life, and if possible, ruining it.
He kept quiet. Maybe Ron was right. He loved Hermione. He loved her so much he didn't want her to get hurt, and most especially if he was the one who would hurt her.
"I hope you understand Remus. It's not just about me. Actually, now that I know Hermione's feelings, I would want you gladly for her. But... you know the reasons." Harry explained. He and Ron gestured towards the Great Hall, where they would be having dinner.
Remus followed, heavy in heart and especially in soul. Her face, her face that he most memorized a while ago lingered in his memory, clear as daylight. An ache surfaced in his heart—regrets, possibilities, chances, choices, questions.
Why did he become a werewolf, why was he older, why did people have to care if they were together. There were a million questions. But there were no answers. There weren't any answers at all.
The next morning, Hermione woke up with the sound of things and luggage shutting, obviously trying to be quiet but not succeeding. She quickly stood up and ran out of her room, throwing the door to the guest room open.
Remus turned around from fixing his things. He had asked Harry if he could get his own things so he could talk to Hermione. To end, yes to end it all, if ever they even had a start at all.
The Hermione he saw broke his heart. Eyes red, face tear streaked. His mind, and his heart told him to go over to her and wipe the new tears flowing and just hug her tight in his arms and tell her everything was all right.
But it wasn't all right. After a lot of thought last night, he knew he couldn't spare Hermione. He couldn't risk her with his being a werewolf. She was far too important—he loved her too much it started to ache.
"Thank you very much for you accommodation of me, Hermione. I'm moving out." He said, trying to fight the quiver on his voice. This was something he had to do.
"But why? You can stay here. I'm not asking you to leave." She said in between sobs that pained Remus even more. He felt his eyes getting hot. He was on the verge of tears himself, and it had been a long time since he had cried.
"But I can't. Ron and Harry are right. I'm a werewolf; what will people say; I'm too old for you are some of the things they pointed out. I agree with them." He explained, turning around to his things again.
He couldn't bear to see her crying like this, so heart broken. "If you're worried about that, I'm not. I don't care if you're a werewolf, what people will say or your age! We're not crazy for being in love!" she said, her sobs increasing.
Remus fought the urge to stay and finished his packing, bewitching it all so it would be lighter. He slowly turned around to face her.
"No, Hermione, we're not crazy for being in love, because falling in love is the greatest thing of all. But I have my choices, and so do you. And now, I have chosen what I think will be best for both of us."
Her face twisted in agony and anger. "What about my choice? My own choice? Will it even be considered? You're siding with Harry and Ron—all of you leave me alone with my choices and stay with your own—what about me? I don't want you to go."
"Say you won't go."
Lupin looked down and started getting his things. "I'm sorry Hermione." He said softly, held all of his things and disappeared and apparated outside the grounds of Hogwarts, leaving Hermione cold, alone, crying and in despair.
She fell on the floor and cried non-stop. There was only pain—pain like she never felt before. The emptiness of her apartment had never been haunting, but without Remus' voice, though he only stayed for a day, the apartment was seemingly empty and lifeless, like an old tomb unvisited and unlooked after.
She looked up and saw flowers on the bed; she never saw it a while ago. Standing up with the tears, she lifted it up and read a simple attached note on the wrapping. "Goodbye."
Hermione sat down on the bed with the flowers in her hand and cried even harder, body shaking, racked with the sobs. Her eyes hurt but the tears just wouldn't stop and the pain too. She loved Remus. She just loved him so much.
A/N: Hey guys, thanks for the review! I really appreciate it! If you have any suggestions, site them at the Review section, okay? If it will go along with my messy plot, I might just add it! Thanks again! Mwah!
By shadowlessphantom
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.
Chapter Three: The Harder Choice
"Hermione..." Remus said, as they both pulled back. "Shh." She whispered lightly, her hands dancing on his hair as complete darkness surrounded both of them.
But their eyes bore a light—a light brighter than any star as they stood there, arms around each other, lost in a world they know not where but they were there and that's all that matters.
He looked at her face, memorizing every strand of her falling over her eyes, how she was smiling lightly as if she was in a dream, how her hands played on his hair and how happy he seemed to be.
The nightmares of being a werewolf were merely what they were—they remained nightmares. But right now it seemed far away, out of reach and left behind every other memory remaining in his mind.
For once, he wasn't lonely; for once he was complete, and life standing here, at the edge of the lake in Hogwarts was enough.
"Hermione." He whispered, tucking a strand on her ear gently. "Mmm?" she asked, looking back deeply in his eyes. Here and now—there was only here and now and nothing more and even nothing less.
"I love you." He said simply, but it came out, the words, as if he had only been made to say those words and only to her and no one else. She closed her eyes and placed her head on his shoulder, hugging him tighter.
"I love you too Remus." She whispered in his ear, the love clear in the words and the actions. None of them spoke after the confession—only contentment that they were here, and they had each other and nothing else mattered.
"HERMIONE?!"
"REMUS?!"
Startled, they jumped apart and looked beneath the shadows at two figures gaping at them as if they had just committed a sinful act; as if they had been doing something that shouldn't be done in love's philosophy. Their names had been uttered at the same time.
Hermione looked at Harry and Ron—she was sure it was the two of them, as Ron's hair was red in the darkness and Harry's emerald eyes peered over at them, wide because of shock.
"Hello Harry, Ron." Hermione said calmly, knowing the scene took them by surprise. But she wasn't embarrassed, she wasn't shy: her heart was bursting to tell the whole world of her love for Remus Lupin.
"What—what were you—?" Ron was having a hard time speaking, and Harry looked as if he couldn't speak at all and would never speak again even. Hermione was starting to wonder why.
"We kissed Ron. If that means anything to you." Remus spoke, and his voice was clear, and firm, and proud as he stepped beside Hermione and took her hand in his. If possible, this action had made both of Hermione's best friends even shocked than ever.
"But—but why?" asked Harry finally, his voice failing to come out loud but instead it was a whisper—as if he was afraid anyone would hear and see and find out about what had happened.
"There's only one reason two people kiss, Harry." She explained with an affectionate smile at him and a soft, laugh. But in the pit of her stomach she started to feel that there was something else about their reaction except surprise.
Ron strode towards them and pulled Hermione—roughly—away from Remus. "No, Hermione, you're going crazy!" he said loudly, causing a few birds to fly from a nearby tree; their flapping wings were so noisy at the silence that followed where Hermione stared at Ron, dumbfounded.
"What?" she asked in disbelief.
"You can't be in love with—Lupin! It's not rational, it's impossible, it's absurd!" Harry broke out, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.
He and Ron couldn't accept this, no, no WAY. Remus was their former teacher, a werewolf, a man older than Hermione, their best friend. No. NO WAY.
Hermione couldn't believe what she just heard. Being in love—with Remus was not rational? She had never felt as sane as she did now, and Harry says this like she had just fallen in love with the Dark Lord himself?
"Let's go Hermione. This, this is a misunderstanding. What happened between you and Remus, it's nothing." Ron said, calming himself as he looked like he was losing it and he started pulling her away.
Remus was about to follow when Harry stopped him. "No Remus. Don't follow. We'll help you find a place to stay, just don't... Don't follow Remus." He said, trying to make him understand through his eyes and the exasperation of his voice.
"No! Remus! Wait, Ron, get your hand off me!" she exclaimed but Ron's grip was tight and she couldn't get away no matter how she tried to and she just so desperately looked at the man standing beside Harry, the only man she had ever felt this way with.
"I love Hermione." Remus said, making Ron stop. Harry's head turned roughly towards him. "I am." He added, as if he was trying to convince them though they weren't and, he was guessing, will never be.
"And I am in love with him." Hermione said desperately, as if nearing tears, but there were none. She only ached to be in his arms again, to be lost in those eyes, to hear his voice telling her he loved her.
"You knew Remus. You know about Harry and his feelings but—how could you?" Ron asked, letting go of Hermione's hand and turning round to face him. "You know he loves her!" Hermione's eyes widened and she met Harry's. For a long while, they stared at each other.
"How could you do it Remus? You know—you know how much Harry is in love with her! He always told you his feelings towards her, for years now—gods Remus!" Ron was still saying, not shouting as if fearing Hogwarts would hear.
"I know Harry loves Hermione." Remus said, looking down the ground. "I know that. But, I just realized it and I know it's true that I myself is in love with her." He said and looked back up at Ron.
No one spoke and there was heavy tension in the air. It was eerie. The bubbles being emitted by the giant squid sounded like it had been magnified ten times its normal volume; but Hermione only heard nothing but the rapid beating of her heart.
"For the sake of your friendship, as it seems you don't agree about us..." Remus met Hermione's eyes. "I shall stay away from her, as looking it is what you want me to do." He said.
Hermione wanted to cry as he started walking away. He was doing this for the sake of herself, Ron and Harry?
She took his arm to stop him and he did stop. "Hermione, you and your friends need to talk. I'm giving you the space you need." He said calmly. He placed one hand on hers, for a short time just running his thumb over it, and he continued to walk away.
"Apparate to your apartment, Hermione. Let's do the talking there." Ron said. She turned around, suddenly feeling angry. She was mad indeed.
The moment they appeared on Hermione's apartment living room, she exploded. "What were you trying to do?" she demanded.
Harry and Ron were both surprised. "Protecting you Hermione. He's a werewolf. And plus what will people be saying when they find out? What do you think will they—" Ron was still explaining when Hermione shouted,
"I hardly care what people will say Ron! And the fact that he's a werewolf! I love him, and that's all I care about!"
Another silence followed, this time heavier than one with Remus. "Hermione, you of all people. Stop being irrational, please!" Harry said, his voice pissed.
"Harry, you love me, remember? If you do, you'll let me be! And you too Ron, if we're best friends!" she said, dropping the angry voice as she desperately tried to explain to them what she wanted them to know.
"No, Hermione. It's complicated, and now, at a time like this, with Voldemort and you're caught up with a werewolf—no Hermione. Being with Remus is like throwing yourself in the face of danger." Harry replied.
"Please Hermione, listen to us. We're trying to protect you!" Ron added, and she had felt her blood boiling again.
"Leave."
Harry and Ron looked at each other. "Hermione—" Ron tried to speak but she looked up and screamed,
"Leave! I don't need you! I thought we were best friends—the three of us! You just ruined the happiest moment of my life! Where I ever felt complete! Where I ever felt contented! Where I felt so much love and understanding! Where I ever felt so right!"
Her two best friends just lowered their heads and Apparated. She didn't know where but for the mean time she didn't care.
She ran to her room, shut the door with a bang and fell on the bed and cried. She was just given a choice she never wanted to be faced with: a choice between Friendship and Love. Where now does she lie?
What now, would she do and what would she choose?
Remus stood in front of Harry and Ron outside of the Great Hall, just minutes from when they saw him and Hermione kiss.
"I'll be getting your things maybe tomorrow. We talked to Dumbledore and he said yes on you're stay here." Harry said, not meeting his eyes.
"You do realize I am really in love with her?" asked Remus, changing the topic. He didn't care if he had no place to stay tonight, or any other night for that matter. All he cared about was Hermione.
"Remus, think! You're a werewolf! You're harming her that way, even making things complicated if you get together!" Ron said, clearing things that had been so clear to Remus since he had been bitten by that werewolf years ago, changing his whole life, and if possible, ruining it.
He kept quiet. Maybe Ron was right. He loved Hermione. He loved her so much he didn't want her to get hurt, and most especially if he was the one who would hurt her.
"I hope you understand Remus. It's not just about me. Actually, now that I know Hermione's feelings, I would want you gladly for her. But... you know the reasons." Harry explained. He and Ron gestured towards the Great Hall, where they would be having dinner.
Remus followed, heavy in heart and especially in soul. Her face, her face that he most memorized a while ago lingered in his memory, clear as daylight. An ache surfaced in his heart—regrets, possibilities, chances, choices, questions.
Why did he become a werewolf, why was he older, why did people have to care if they were together. There were a million questions. But there were no answers. There weren't any answers at all.
The next morning, Hermione woke up with the sound of things and luggage shutting, obviously trying to be quiet but not succeeding. She quickly stood up and ran out of her room, throwing the door to the guest room open.
Remus turned around from fixing his things. He had asked Harry if he could get his own things so he could talk to Hermione. To end, yes to end it all, if ever they even had a start at all.
The Hermione he saw broke his heart. Eyes red, face tear streaked. His mind, and his heart told him to go over to her and wipe the new tears flowing and just hug her tight in his arms and tell her everything was all right.
But it wasn't all right. After a lot of thought last night, he knew he couldn't spare Hermione. He couldn't risk her with his being a werewolf. She was far too important—he loved her too much it started to ache.
"Thank you very much for you accommodation of me, Hermione. I'm moving out." He said, trying to fight the quiver on his voice. This was something he had to do.
"But why? You can stay here. I'm not asking you to leave." She said in between sobs that pained Remus even more. He felt his eyes getting hot. He was on the verge of tears himself, and it had been a long time since he had cried.
"But I can't. Ron and Harry are right. I'm a werewolf; what will people say; I'm too old for you are some of the things they pointed out. I agree with them." He explained, turning around to his things again.
He couldn't bear to see her crying like this, so heart broken. "If you're worried about that, I'm not. I don't care if you're a werewolf, what people will say or your age! We're not crazy for being in love!" she said, her sobs increasing.
Remus fought the urge to stay and finished his packing, bewitching it all so it would be lighter. He slowly turned around to face her.
"No, Hermione, we're not crazy for being in love, because falling in love is the greatest thing of all. But I have my choices, and so do you. And now, I have chosen what I think will be best for both of us."
Her face twisted in agony and anger. "What about my choice? My own choice? Will it even be considered? You're siding with Harry and Ron—all of you leave me alone with my choices and stay with your own—what about me? I don't want you to go."
"Say you won't go."
Lupin looked down and started getting his things. "I'm sorry Hermione." He said softly, held all of his things and disappeared and apparated outside the grounds of Hogwarts, leaving Hermione cold, alone, crying and in despair.
She fell on the floor and cried non-stop. There was only pain—pain like she never felt before. The emptiness of her apartment had never been haunting, but without Remus' voice, though he only stayed for a day, the apartment was seemingly empty and lifeless, like an old tomb unvisited and unlooked after.
She looked up and saw flowers on the bed; she never saw it a while ago. Standing up with the tears, she lifted it up and read a simple attached note on the wrapping. "Goodbye."
Hermione sat down on the bed with the flowers in her hand and cried even harder, body shaking, racked with the sobs. Her eyes hurt but the tears just wouldn't stop and the pain too. She loved Remus. She just loved him so much.
A/N: Hey guys, thanks for the review! I really appreciate it! If you have any suggestions, site them at the Review section, okay? If it will go along with my messy plot, I might just add it! Thanks again! Mwah!