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.
Thanks for those who reviewed... I appreciate them, really. And about my dog, it's not really a VERY big thing—you know, I don't easily get detached from things but you know, with the fact of my dogs, well it's something I have to detach myself from. But thanks too.
Anyway, Dumbledore is nosy because of something that will play part in the story later. Actually, I didn't mean him to be nosy—just concerned. Sorry if I made him look like that, but thanks for pointing that out.
Chapter Five: The Sign of the Boggart
Hermione woke up the next day, and very early too, feeling what she had been feeling lately. There was no slightest bit of change. In fact, it seemed to grow heavier each day—her mood darkened even more than it already was.
There was a loud rapping noise, and she realized that the sound had woken her up. She stood up from bed and saw Hedwig by the window, with a note on her foot. She quickly opened the window and let her in.
"Hedwig, why are you here?" she asked, but of course didn't receive any answer. If ever she did receive one, she would be out of the house, screaming because of a talking owl.
She untied the note and Hedwig flew off immediately. Of course, the note came from Harry, or she wasn't Hermione if she hadn't figured that out. She unfolded the letter and read what was written:
"I really need to talk to you Hermione. Ron said he'd talk to you separately. Please, just hear me out and meet me at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor today the least. I'll be expecting you. Harry."
She folded the paper and sat down on her bed, thinking. Would she go? She sighed and re read the note again. She wouldn't lose anything if she went to Diagon Alley and hear what Harry had to say. She wanted to know what he and Ron were thinking.
Without thinking about it again, she quickly stood up and went to the bathroom to take a bath. Things would be cleared out today, and so she hoped.
Remus had never been as troubled as he was since that faithful night. Dumbledore's words seemed more of disturbing than enlightening, if talking about his idea of it.
Now, he spent most of his free time dwelling near the lake, weighing his chances and everything else in his mind. What he had never noticed, what he had suddenly noticed after what happened, they all lingered.
Of all the things he failed to regard closely was the fact that the lake had been frozen when he and Hermione had kissed there. Maybe because he was so lost in her—like a madman, he lost his mind when he was with Hermione, and just thinking of her had the same effect.
"Good morning Remus." Greeted Professor Sprout as they passed by the corridor. He was going over to the staff room to talk to McGonagall, as it was still early morning.
He smiled. "Good morning to you too." He greeted back and went on his way. Nearing the door, there was a clear commotion inside the staff room so he quickly went in to see what was going on and if he could be of any help.
"Remus!" Minerva greeted the moment he entered. "Is anything wrong?" he asked, smiling at everyone who was looking now at Snape's desk. It gave a violent lurch and went still.
"We think there's a Boggart there." Said Madam Hooch. "Then we all advance towards it. That way, what we fear won't show." Said Remus, being the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that he is.
"Okay." Answered a few of them. But everyone had something to fear—everyone does have something to fear and their reluctance to step forward made the Boggart alert of only Remus.
At once, when the desk popped open, the Boggart got out, and to everyone's surprise, it didn't turn into the full moon but something—or rather—someone else.
"Ms. Granger?" asked Minerva in wonder. But the Boggart Hermione didn't take any heed of anyone else inside the room save Remus. She was looking at him—and she was smirking.
"I don't love you Remus. I don't love you. I never loved you Remus. I don't love you. I'll never love you. I won't love you. I don't love you." Boggart Hermione was screaming it.
Remus stood there, as stiff as a statue, his heart beating wildly in his chest. It was ONLY a Boggart. It wasn't Hermione of course, but the fact that she looked like it was her, telling him she never loved him... it seemed so real.
"Riddikulus!" he shouted, but it wasn't strong enough. The Boggart Hermione was now telling him she never loved him in a singsong voice. She was already dancing in circles, as if rejoicing.
Remus tried again. And again. It didn't turn to anything funny, or amusing. It only remained as it was—as the Hermione telling him she doesn't and will never love him. He had been so absorbed that Minerva was the one who had destroyed the Boggart.
"Remus?" she asked cautiously, as he looked down on the floor, feeling frozen as if he was standing naked in the snow and the cold. For a while, he was like that until he looked up to meet they eyes of the teachers.
"Excuse me." He quickly said and strode out of the staff room. He went where his feet led him, thinking about what happened.
He had a lot to think about. Indeed, he had so many things to think of.
Harry sat down one of the seats with an umbrella outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, trying to calm himself, and also trying to extend his unusually short patience. He was waiting for Hermione, but he wasn't sure if she was even planning to show up.
He shifted in his seat and pushed back his hair. He had things to explain to her. So many things he could've said but didn't and it was now too late, and it was his own fault. And he couldn't blame her—he could only blame himself.
"Harry."
He almost jumped from his seat when someone said his name. There she was, in a plain, turtle neck sweater and jeans, her hair twisted in a bun and her bangs falling over her dark, brown eyes.
"Hermione." He replied, standing up and pulling the chair across from where he sat for her to sit on. "I'm really glad you came." She sat down on the seat.
She didn't smile, but she didn't look angry either. Her expression was blank, but Harry somehow noticed that her eyes were a little puffy. He was guessing that she had been crying.
"Harry, I don't want to be rude, but I want you to start explaining now." She said when he had asked her if she wanted anything. He looked down and coughed slightly. "Fine." He muttered and braced himself for the confession.
"I just... want to let you know what my feelings are. I just want you to know, without anything in return. Just... just so we're clear." He said, stuttering just a little bit. He gripped the sides of his chair and continued.
"I've been... in love with you since we graduated from Hogwarts. That time, I was, well I was sure about my feelings. When I moved out and went to Grimmauld place, Remus and I became close and I always told him about... that. He knew everything."
Hermione turned away for a moment before saying, "I want to ask why you never told me." She said quietly. At the back of her mind, she was thinking what could have been if Harry had told her his feelings earlier.
"I cared so much about our friendship. I didn't want to risk it, so I never told you. If possible, I never wanted you to know." He explained. Both of them fell silent, while everyone else around them chattered like there was nothing bothering them.
"Harry, I love him."
Those words stung in Harry's heart the moment he heard them, but not as much as when he saw her and Remus kissing by the lake. Since that happened, he had urged himself to move on; he had told himself that wherever she was happy, he would be too.
"I know." He replied, getting the ice cream menu and looking at what he wanted to order, trying to revert his attention to something else. "But there is... something." He added in a whisper. "Which is?" asked Hermione expectantly.
"No. Forget it. It was nothing." He added quickly. He stepped on his other foot for being so silly.
He had almost given it away. The secret he, Dumbledore, Ron, and Remus had been keeping. He almost wanted to say it, but he thought better and decided to shut up.
"Okay." Hermione said and looked down her own menu. "So, ready to order?" he asked her, trying to change the topic. For the first time today, she smiled and nodded. "Sure. I like Cookies and Cream." She said.
Harry started to breathe easy as they stayed there in silence at the table, waiting for their ice cream. He thought talking to her would be complicated, but it turned out that she was easy to talk to, as she had always been for years now.
Remus and Hermione together still bothered him though, and even more now that they had made up.
He knew that if ever Hermione and Remus really got together, Hermione was in for a big surprise and—well grief. He and Ron wouldn't be able to bear seeing her after she finds out but...
She was happy with Remus. At least for a while.
A/N: I know that update took a little longer, but I really am busy time in school, and I still have to catch up (I was absent for two weeks—got sick and was hospitalized too) and I'm sort of failing biology because I missed some quizzes. Sorry about that.
Anyway, I hope your mind didn't get too clouded at the amount of weird, mysterious parts in this chapter, because I would be putting a bit more. Something big is coming up, but the revelation of the "something" Harry was saying will NOT be so soon.
Anyway, thanks to those who reviewed and are still reviewing. And, should I change the rating from R to PG-13? I mean, I'm not really going to put very rated scenes at this one; so, what do you guys think? Thanks again to the last set of reviewers.
Voldemort bless your soul.
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.
Thanks for those who reviewed... I appreciate them, really. And about my dog, it's not really a VERY big thing—you know, I don't easily get detached from things but you know, with the fact of my dogs, well it's something I have to detach myself from. But thanks too.
Anyway, Dumbledore is nosy because of something that will play part in the story later. Actually, I didn't mean him to be nosy—just concerned. Sorry if I made him look like that, but thanks for pointing that out.
Chapter Five: The Sign of the Boggart
Hermione woke up the next day, and very early too, feeling what she had been feeling lately. There was no slightest bit of change. In fact, it seemed to grow heavier each day—her mood darkened even more than it already was.
There was a loud rapping noise, and she realized that the sound had woken her up. She stood up from bed and saw Hedwig by the window, with a note on her foot. She quickly opened the window and let her in.
"Hedwig, why are you here?" she asked, but of course didn't receive any answer. If ever she did receive one, she would be out of the house, screaming because of a talking owl.
She untied the note and Hedwig flew off immediately. Of course, the note came from Harry, or she wasn't Hermione if she hadn't figured that out. She unfolded the letter and read what was written:
"I really need to talk to you Hermione. Ron said he'd talk to you separately. Please, just hear me out and meet me at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor today the least. I'll be expecting you. Harry."
She folded the paper and sat down on her bed, thinking. Would she go? She sighed and re read the note again. She wouldn't lose anything if she went to Diagon Alley and hear what Harry had to say. She wanted to know what he and Ron were thinking.
Without thinking about it again, she quickly stood up and went to the bathroom to take a bath. Things would be cleared out today, and so she hoped.
Remus had never been as troubled as he was since that faithful night. Dumbledore's words seemed more of disturbing than enlightening, if talking about his idea of it.
Now, he spent most of his free time dwelling near the lake, weighing his chances and everything else in his mind. What he had never noticed, what he had suddenly noticed after what happened, they all lingered.
Of all the things he failed to regard closely was the fact that the lake had been frozen when he and Hermione had kissed there. Maybe because he was so lost in her—like a madman, he lost his mind when he was with Hermione, and just thinking of her had the same effect.
"Good morning Remus." Greeted Professor Sprout as they passed by the corridor. He was going over to the staff room to talk to McGonagall, as it was still early morning.
He smiled. "Good morning to you too." He greeted back and went on his way. Nearing the door, there was a clear commotion inside the staff room so he quickly went in to see what was going on and if he could be of any help.
"Remus!" Minerva greeted the moment he entered. "Is anything wrong?" he asked, smiling at everyone who was looking now at Snape's desk. It gave a violent lurch and went still.
"We think there's a Boggart there." Said Madam Hooch. "Then we all advance towards it. That way, what we fear won't show." Said Remus, being the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that he is.
"Okay." Answered a few of them. But everyone had something to fear—everyone does have something to fear and their reluctance to step forward made the Boggart alert of only Remus.
At once, when the desk popped open, the Boggart got out, and to everyone's surprise, it didn't turn into the full moon but something—or rather—someone else.
"Ms. Granger?" asked Minerva in wonder. But the Boggart Hermione didn't take any heed of anyone else inside the room save Remus. She was looking at him—and she was smirking.
"I don't love you Remus. I don't love you. I never loved you Remus. I don't love you. I'll never love you. I won't love you. I don't love you." Boggart Hermione was screaming it.
Remus stood there, as stiff as a statue, his heart beating wildly in his chest. It was ONLY a Boggart. It wasn't Hermione of course, but the fact that she looked like it was her, telling him she never loved him... it seemed so real.
"Riddikulus!" he shouted, but it wasn't strong enough. The Boggart Hermione was now telling him she never loved him in a singsong voice. She was already dancing in circles, as if rejoicing.
Remus tried again. And again. It didn't turn to anything funny, or amusing. It only remained as it was—as the Hermione telling him she doesn't and will never love him. He had been so absorbed that Minerva was the one who had destroyed the Boggart.
"Remus?" she asked cautiously, as he looked down on the floor, feeling frozen as if he was standing naked in the snow and the cold. For a while, he was like that until he looked up to meet they eyes of the teachers.
"Excuse me." He quickly said and strode out of the staff room. He went where his feet led him, thinking about what happened.
He had a lot to think about. Indeed, he had so many things to think of.
Harry sat down one of the seats with an umbrella outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, trying to calm himself, and also trying to extend his unusually short patience. He was waiting for Hermione, but he wasn't sure if she was even planning to show up.
He shifted in his seat and pushed back his hair. He had things to explain to her. So many things he could've said but didn't and it was now too late, and it was his own fault. And he couldn't blame her—he could only blame himself.
"Harry."
He almost jumped from his seat when someone said his name. There she was, in a plain, turtle neck sweater and jeans, her hair twisted in a bun and her bangs falling over her dark, brown eyes.
"Hermione." He replied, standing up and pulling the chair across from where he sat for her to sit on. "I'm really glad you came." She sat down on the seat.
She didn't smile, but she didn't look angry either. Her expression was blank, but Harry somehow noticed that her eyes were a little puffy. He was guessing that she had been crying.
"Harry, I don't want to be rude, but I want you to start explaining now." She said when he had asked her if she wanted anything. He looked down and coughed slightly. "Fine." He muttered and braced himself for the confession.
"I just... want to let you know what my feelings are. I just want you to know, without anything in return. Just... just so we're clear." He said, stuttering just a little bit. He gripped the sides of his chair and continued.
"I've been... in love with you since we graduated from Hogwarts. That time, I was, well I was sure about my feelings. When I moved out and went to Grimmauld place, Remus and I became close and I always told him about... that. He knew everything."
Hermione turned away for a moment before saying, "I want to ask why you never told me." She said quietly. At the back of her mind, she was thinking what could have been if Harry had told her his feelings earlier.
"I cared so much about our friendship. I didn't want to risk it, so I never told you. If possible, I never wanted you to know." He explained. Both of them fell silent, while everyone else around them chattered like there was nothing bothering them.
"Harry, I love him."
Those words stung in Harry's heart the moment he heard them, but not as much as when he saw her and Remus kissing by the lake. Since that happened, he had urged himself to move on; he had told himself that wherever she was happy, he would be too.
"I know." He replied, getting the ice cream menu and looking at what he wanted to order, trying to revert his attention to something else. "But there is... something." He added in a whisper. "Which is?" asked Hermione expectantly.
"No. Forget it. It was nothing." He added quickly. He stepped on his other foot for being so silly.
He had almost given it away. The secret he, Dumbledore, Ron, and Remus had been keeping. He almost wanted to say it, but he thought better and decided to shut up.
"Okay." Hermione said and looked down her own menu. "So, ready to order?" he asked her, trying to change the topic. For the first time today, she smiled and nodded. "Sure. I like Cookies and Cream." She said.
Harry started to breathe easy as they stayed there in silence at the table, waiting for their ice cream. He thought talking to her would be complicated, but it turned out that she was easy to talk to, as she had always been for years now.
Remus and Hermione together still bothered him though, and even more now that they had made up.
He knew that if ever Hermione and Remus really got together, Hermione was in for a big surprise and—well grief. He and Ron wouldn't be able to bear seeing her after she finds out but...
She was happy with Remus. At least for a while.
A/N: I know that update took a little longer, but I really am busy time in school, and I still have to catch up (I was absent for two weeks—got sick and was hospitalized too) and I'm sort of failing biology because I missed some quizzes. Sorry about that.
Anyway, I hope your mind didn't get too clouded at the amount of weird, mysterious parts in this chapter, because I would be putting a bit more. Something big is coming up, but the revelation of the "something" Harry was saying will NOT be so soon.
Anyway, thanks to those who reviewed and are still reviewing. And, should I change the rating from R to PG-13? I mean, I'm not really going to put very rated scenes at this one; so, what do you guys think? Thanks again to the last set of reviewers.
Voldemort bless your soul.