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.
Ruby Malfoy, thanks for pointing out that "wolfsbane mistake" mate! Ignore that, it wouldn't play much anyway. And my idea for the secret is well—I don't really know if it had been done yet (I'm not sure either if it would be a cliché), but that idea just popped in my head at the middle of the third chapter and I would be sticking with it.
Actually, I don't even think you would be expecting the ending at all. It's sort of—well this is drama so I'd probably make it sad or something. And the story is going faster than I thought, so maybe I would add some more of my ideas (more problems) so we can all enjoy the fic by its ending.
Thanks for the reviews, as usual! You guys just keep me motivated to write, and you guys liking it makes me want to finish this one (my friends and I are betting I won't finish this, but I WANT to). Now enough of my ranting and on with the story! Review, course!
Chapter Six: That Something
Remus couldn't believe what just happened. Never had a Boggart turned into something else when it saw him. It had always been a full moon, as it was the one thing that kept him unhappy and afraid all his life.
But then suddenly Hermione?
As he thought of it, it feared him, yes, for Hermione not to love him. With that incident, he had just realized: he couldn't live without her love. He just couldn't. But he was thinking, was there life left to love her? If she only knew...
He decided to leave the grounds for a while, thinking he would be the object of questions. Some of them might ask why the Boggart had turned into Hermione. It was hard to explain. He didn't want to explain.
The perfect get away was of course, Hogsmeade. Noisy, busy with all the witches and wizards in and out of the stores, not caring about anything else but their shopping. This, although it provided him comfort, wasn't enough.
Just as he was walking towards Hog's Head, he saw a new establishment with people crowding at the plated glass window. In his line of sight, the shop was almost spilling with people. The name of the store was "Jewel Weed" and was obviously a jewelry store.
Something made him turn around and regard the shop, just as he was about to enter the Hog's Head pub. He slowly made his way and squeezed in near the people to take a look at what was in the window.
With one sweep of his eyes, he regarded sets of jewelries lined, glistening in gold, silver and bronze, also studded with amethyst, emeralds, diamonds and other gems. He looked at them one by one and suddenly thought of Hermione.
Weird how is it, but he had this feeling inside that he wanted to give her a ring. But it would mean engagement. Or marriage. Wasn't it too early? Although at the back of his mind, he knew it was somehow late too.
Slowly thinking, he knew he could spend his remaining money, as he had no use of it anyway. So he entered the shop and went around, looking at rings of different kinds. If he wanted to give her one, he wanted it to be the most genuine and perfect ring in the world.
A very simple ring caught his attention. It was pinkish peach, and as light hit it, the gem reflected a blue, pearly sheen of color that radiated inside the glass shelf it was in. He stared at it and asked the woman to take it from the shelf so he could look at it.
It was the Moonstone gem... something to remind Hermione forever of Remus.
"Hello Ron."
Ron jumped off from dozing on the couch, half asleep as he heard the familiar voice of Hermione. "Hey! You're here!" he exclaimed, trying to fix his hair. She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm here."
"You can talk in private now." Harry said and scuttled off to where Ginny was, with Fred and George. Ron scratched his head awkwardly and signaled with his head. "Let's talk outside." He said and smiled.
Hermione followed him quietly, as he opened the door for her and they stayed by a swing under a naked tree at the Weasley's backyard. For a while none of them spoke.
"Really sorry for how I reacted... its just... there's something," Ron muttered, turning red in the face. Every time he apologized, he always turned to the brightest blushes anyone could turn into, and it amused her. But the mention of SOMETHING again didn't make her amused today.
"That something—I won't ask. Harry didn't tell me. I'm sure you won't either." She said flatly, kicking some snow as the swing started going back and forth. Ron sighed exasperatedly and replied, "Hermione, it's for good reason. We won't tell you. Not just yet anyway."
She counted one to ten backwards, calming her nerves. She wanted to make up with Harry and Ron, so getting mad was out of the plan. And anyway, Ron said just now that it was for a good reason.
"Okay. I know. It's just that all our years together, you and Harry had always kept secrets from me. Some things that only the two of you know." She said and looked out at the pale, dark sky. "This, you don't even want to know." And Hermione no longer answered what he said.
Ron didn't say anything else after that and they sat there for a long while until Mrs. Weasley's voice called them in. "Ron! Hermione! Come on in! I brought home some food to prepare!" she bellowed.
The two of them stood up and made their way inside the house, Hermione receiving a peck on the cheek. "Hello Mrs. Weasley." She greeted and smiled. She went along and helped in preparing tonight's dinner with Ginny while the boys fooled around.
Fred and George were asking Charlie and Bill to try one of their new inventions for their joke shop, while Ron and Harry were laughing at Charlie for not wanting to try. "I don't want to die thanks." Charlie said and stood up.
Bill, meanwhile, refused too. "No way. I know you have plans of poisoning me," He said and chuckled as he followed Charlie outside to play Quidditch.
The twins turned to Harry and Ron, who then looked at each other. "Uh, why don't we play chess?" asked Ron quickly and Harry was happy to agree. They scrambled out of the kitchen, with the twins right on their tail.
This made Hermione giggle with Ginny.
Somehow, as low as her spirits had become, she felt it lifting a little. It had been pretty long since she had visited the Weasleys, and it had always provided the feeling of family—it always provided comfort and love. Happiness.
But with all of it, Hermione still felt that a part of her was missing. She knew the reason why. Remus wasn't here. She wasn't complete.
"Well kids—"
"Mom, we're not kids anymore." Ron whined the moment Mrs. Weasley had all of them sit down the dining table for dinner. The only reason they hadn't started eating up till now was because Mr. Weasley wasn't home yet.
"All right, fine then. Children—" she continued.
"We're not children either Mom." George pointed out. Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Then people will do?" she asked impatiently. Everyone except Hermione nodded.
"Well then, people, Albus has kindly invited us for Christmas in Hogwarts. Since You-Know-Who's return, the students spend their holidays at home, as they feel that Hogwarts is already threatening." She said.
At this announcement, everyone started talking at once. That is, save Hermione who at once looked out at the night sky where the moon was waxing. By Christmas, it would be a full moon. Hopes of spending Christmas with Remus died in her mind.
She looked down at her plate and sighed softly. Fate was doing everything to keep them apart. Why? She loved him, and he loved her. None of them were doing anything wrong. Their love wasn't wrong.
"Hermione? Are you okay?" Ginny asked, nudging her lightly on the ribs. She looked up at the youngest redhead and smiled. "Yeah, why?" she asked back, trying to shake off her uncalled for mood change.
There were other people here who didn't deserve to be affected by her mood. She had to act normal.
"Nothing. What do you say we play some chess after dinner?" she invited. "Against Harry and Ron?" Hermione nodded and smiled. "Why not? Though I say we might lose." She added and they both laughed.
So far, acting normal was okay. But... deep inside she was bursting. The longer fate parted them, the stronger her love grew. The more people disagreed or went between them, the more did her love for him feel so right.
She glimpsed at the moon again and tried to keep the smile pasted on her lips to stay. She only hoped she could see him before the clock strikes to twelve to announce Christmas.
Remus slipped inside Hogwarts to his room while everyone was at dinner, to avoid questions about the earlier events in the staff room.
He entered his room and lied down his bed, facing the hangings of his four- poster. He didn't want to think about what was coming in his mind, but it was reality. If Hermione left him, he would be better as a dementor.
She was the last person he wanted to lose. He had lost his best friends—those he loved so much. Even Peter, he could say. But not Hermione. She was different. Life without her...
"Is having no life at all."
He sighed and closed his eyes. Tomorrow was a full moon but he wasn't the least bit scared. All he cared about was seeing Hermione, hugging her tight, and telling her he loved her. But then, it was as if he didn't want to at the same time.
'But I'm running out of time.' He thought, sitting up suddenly and staring at the cold, dull castle wall, burying his face on his palms. His time—if only Hermione realized it, was shortening.
He had talked to Dumbledore about some matters—"something" important. And what he found out scared him. What he found out made him not want Hermione to love him anymore, since he would leave her sooner or later.
As he sorted it through, he was just getting infuriated that his days were on its end and if not, near it. He always told himself it was being a werewolf that hindered their love, but even that, now that he realized that he knew Hermione truly loved him, was not the main point.
The main point was... well he couldn't even bring himself to think about it.
A/N: Okay! More mystery... Something AGAIN. I am telling you that you would never find out SOMETHING until maybe the later, "LATER" chapters of the story; so sorry if the previous and the upcoming chapters are and will be sort of confusing.
I do promise to TRY and make this better—more Remus and Hermione stuff. Thanks again to those who reviewed (Ruby Malfoy, saw your site! Dramatic colors—black and white! Though I couldn't get to the other stories—I don't know why!) and to those who haven't reviewed yet, spare time and drop a word or two.
Voldemort bless your soul. AGAIN.
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.
Ruby Malfoy, thanks for pointing out that "wolfsbane mistake" mate! Ignore that, it wouldn't play much anyway. And my idea for the secret is well—I don't really know if it had been done yet (I'm not sure either if it would be a cliché), but that idea just popped in my head at the middle of the third chapter and I would be sticking with it.
Actually, I don't even think you would be expecting the ending at all. It's sort of—well this is drama so I'd probably make it sad or something. And the story is going faster than I thought, so maybe I would add some more of my ideas (more problems) so we can all enjoy the fic by its ending.
Thanks for the reviews, as usual! You guys just keep me motivated to write, and you guys liking it makes me want to finish this one (my friends and I are betting I won't finish this, but I WANT to). Now enough of my ranting and on with the story! Review, course!
Chapter Six: That Something
Remus couldn't believe what just happened. Never had a Boggart turned into something else when it saw him. It had always been a full moon, as it was the one thing that kept him unhappy and afraid all his life.
But then suddenly Hermione?
As he thought of it, it feared him, yes, for Hermione not to love him. With that incident, he had just realized: he couldn't live without her love. He just couldn't. But he was thinking, was there life left to love her? If she only knew...
He decided to leave the grounds for a while, thinking he would be the object of questions. Some of them might ask why the Boggart had turned into Hermione. It was hard to explain. He didn't want to explain.
The perfect get away was of course, Hogsmeade. Noisy, busy with all the witches and wizards in and out of the stores, not caring about anything else but their shopping. This, although it provided him comfort, wasn't enough.
Just as he was walking towards Hog's Head, he saw a new establishment with people crowding at the plated glass window. In his line of sight, the shop was almost spilling with people. The name of the store was "Jewel Weed" and was obviously a jewelry store.
Something made him turn around and regard the shop, just as he was about to enter the Hog's Head pub. He slowly made his way and squeezed in near the people to take a look at what was in the window.
With one sweep of his eyes, he regarded sets of jewelries lined, glistening in gold, silver and bronze, also studded with amethyst, emeralds, diamonds and other gems. He looked at them one by one and suddenly thought of Hermione.
Weird how is it, but he had this feeling inside that he wanted to give her a ring. But it would mean engagement. Or marriage. Wasn't it too early? Although at the back of his mind, he knew it was somehow late too.
Slowly thinking, he knew he could spend his remaining money, as he had no use of it anyway. So he entered the shop and went around, looking at rings of different kinds. If he wanted to give her one, he wanted it to be the most genuine and perfect ring in the world.
A very simple ring caught his attention. It was pinkish peach, and as light hit it, the gem reflected a blue, pearly sheen of color that radiated inside the glass shelf it was in. He stared at it and asked the woman to take it from the shelf so he could look at it.
It was the Moonstone gem... something to remind Hermione forever of Remus.
"Hello Ron."
Ron jumped off from dozing on the couch, half asleep as he heard the familiar voice of Hermione. "Hey! You're here!" he exclaimed, trying to fix his hair. She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm here."
"You can talk in private now." Harry said and scuttled off to where Ginny was, with Fred and George. Ron scratched his head awkwardly and signaled with his head. "Let's talk outside." He said and smiled.
Hermione followed him quietly, as he opened the door for her and they stayed by a swing under a naked tree at the Weasley's backyard. For a while none of them spoke.
"Really sorry for how I reacted... its just... there's something," Ron muttered, turning red in the face. Every time he apologized, he always turned to the brightest blushes anyone could turn into, and it amused her. But the mention of SOMETHING again didn't make her amused today.
"That something—I won't ask. Harry didn't tell me. I'm sure you won't either." She said flatly, kicking some snow as the swing started going back and forth. Ron sighed exasperatedly and replied, "Hermione, it's for good reason. We won't tell you. Not just yet anyway."
She counted one to ten backwards, calming her nerves. She wanted to make up with Harry and Ron, so getting mad was out of the plan. And anyway, Ron said just now that it was for a good reason.
"Okay. I know. It's just that all our years together, you and Harry had always kept secrets from me. Some things that only the two of you know." She said and looked out at the pale, dark sky. "This, you don't even want to know." And Hermione no longer answered what he said.
Ron didn't say anything else after that and they sat there for a long while until Mrs. Weasley's voice called them in. "Ron! Hermione! Come on in! I brought home some food to prepare!" she bellowed.
The two of them stood up and made their way inside the house, Hermione receiving a peck on the cheek. "Hello Mrs. Weasley." She greeted and smiled. She went along and helped in preparing tonight's dinner with Ginny while the boys fooled around.
Fred and George were asking Charlie and Bill to try one of their new inventions for their joke shop, while Ron and Harry were laughing at Charlie for not wanting to try. "I don't want to die thanks." Charlie said and stood up.
Bill, meanwhile, refused too. "No way. I know you have plans of poisoning me," He said and chuckled as he followed Charlie outside to play Quidditch.
The twins turned to Harry and Ron, who then looked at each other. "Uh, why don't we play chess?" asked Ron quickly and Harry was happy to agree. They scrambled out of the kitchen, with the twins right on their tail.
This made Hermione giggle with Ginny.
Somehow, as low as her spirits had become, she felt it lifting a little. It had been pretty long since she had visited the Weasleys, and it had always provided the feeling of family—it always provided comfort and love. Happiness.
But with all of it, Hermione still felt that a part of her was missing. She knew the reason why. Remus wasn't here. She wasn't complete.
"Well kids—"
"Mom, we're not kids anymore." Ron whined the moment Mrs. Weasley had all of them sit down the dining table for dinner. The only reason they hadn't started eating up till now was because Mr. Weasley wasn't home yet.
"All right, fine then. Children—" she continued.
"We're not children either Mom." George pointed out. Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Then people will do?" she asked impatiently. Everyone except Hermione nodded.
"Well then, people, Albus has kindly invited us for Christmas in Hogwarts. Since You-Know-Who's return, the students spend their holidays at home, as they feel that Hogwarts is already threatening." She said.
At this announcement, everyone started talking at once. That is, save Hermione who at once looked out at the night sky where the moon was waxing. By Christmas, it would be a full moon. Hopes of spending Christmas with Remus died in her mind.
She looked down at her plate and sighed softly. Fate was doing everything to keep them apart. Why? She loved him, and he loved her. None of them were doing anything wrong. Their love wasn't wrong.
"Hermione? Are you okay?" Ginny asked, nudging her lightly on the ribs. She looked up at the youngest redhead and smiled. "Yeah, why?" she asked back, trying to shake off her uncalled for mood change.
There were other people here who didn't deserve to be affected by her mood. She had to act normal.
"Nothing. What do you say we play some chess after dinner?" she invited. "Against Harry and Ron?" Hermione nodded and smiled. "Why not? Though I say we might lose." She added and they both laughed.
So far, acting normal was okay. But... deep inside she was bursting. The longer fate parted them, the stronger her love grew. The more people disagreed or went between them, the more did her love for him feel so right.
She glimpsed at the moon again and tried to keep the smile pasted on her lips to stay. She only hoped she could see him before the clock strikes to twelve to announce Christmas.
Remus slipped inside Hogwarts to his room while everyone was at dinner, to avoid questions about the earlier events in the staff room.
He entered his room and lied down his bed, facing the hangings of his four- poster. He didn't want to think about what was coming in his mind, but it was reality. If Hermione left him, he would be better as a dementor.
She was the last person he wanted to lose. He had lost his best friends—those he loved so much. Even Peter, he could say. But not Hermione. She was different. Life without her...
"Is having no life at all."
He sighed and closed his eyes. Tomorrow was a full moon but he wasn't the least bit scared. All he cared about was seeing Hermione, hugging her tight, and telling her he loved her. But then, it was as if he didn't want to at the same time.
'But I'm running out of time.' He thought, sitting up suddenly and staring at the cold, dull castle wall, burying his face on his palms. His time—if only Hermione realized it, was shortening.
He had talked to Dumbledore about some matters—"something" important. And what he found out scared him. What he found out made him not want Hermione to love him anymore, since he would leave her sooner or later.
As he sorted it through, he was just getting infuriated that his days were on its end and if not, near it. He always told himself it was being a werewolf that hindered their love, but even that, now that he realized that he knew Hermione truly loved him, was not the main point.
The main point was... well he couldn't even bring himself to think about it.
A/N: Okay! More mystery... Something AGAIN. I am telling you that you would never find out SOMETHING until maybe the later, "LATER" chapters of the story; so sorry if the previous and the upcoming chapters are and will be sort of confusing.
I do promise to TRY and make this better—more Remus and Hermione stuff. Thanks again to those who reviewed (Ruby Malfoy, saw your site! Dramatic colors—black and white! Though I couldn't get to the other stories—I don't know why!) and to those who haven't reviewed yet, spare time and drop a word or two.
Voldemort bless your soul. AGAIN.