Chapter 6: TWINS (and no, not "gred" and "forge" lol) this next chapter was developed from many "book 6" rumors "flying around" in the words of prof. McGonogall. Lol so..here goes...and tell me what u think of it and review..Now accepting unsigned reviews so... feel free!

In the moring, hermione for some reason was feeling groggy. She traipsed into the kitchen, bleary eyed, and spotted two forms already sitting at the table.
"Morning, Harry," she said,(she got a nasty glare from him)"Morning, Remus." She sat at the table and, with a flick of her wand, conjured up a bowl of cornflakes. She turned to Remus. All of a sudden confusion flooded her eyes.
"Hey, you're not Remus!" She said, bewildered.
"Well done," Said the stranger," you seem to have been the only one to have noticed. Romulus Lupin at your service, nice to meet you miss...." Comprehension dawned on Hermione's face.
"Granger. Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you," She said, offering her hand, which Romulus shook, "You and Remus must be twins..."
"Ahh, yes, Hermione. I've heard alot about you, from Remus. Tell me, how did you know that I wasn't him? Normally, no one except Dumbledore and our mother could tell us apart." Romulus questioned her.
"I don't exactly know. Wait..yes... Remus' eyes have a bit of blue in them. And your accent..."
"And since when have you been staring into my eyes enough to notice they have blue in them?" Said a voice from the doorway.
"Speak of the devil! Remus, how are you doing, little brother." Romulus turned back to Hermione and said, "Only by like 5 minutes, but still, he's my little brother." And then went over to embrace his "little brother" who, at the moment, was smiling broadly.
He should smile more often,thought hermione, he looks quite handsome when he does..the way his eyes light up... WOAH...where did THAT come from? Now hermione, we've been through this before, in your third year...he may be..okay looking but he is still your professor..'ex-professor' a little voice said,..okay..ex-professor, but still... and just how did I notice that his eyes have blue in them?
"Hermione?" Remus' voice broke her out of her reverie.
"Oh yeah... Hey, Remus, you never told us that you had a brother......and I certainly didn't hear about him from anyone from Hogwarts" Said Hermione.
"Well, for one you never asked," Said Remus, smirking, "And for two, Romulus went to Beauxbaton-which explains his rather froggy accent. Our parents wanted us to lead separate lives I suppose. Also, like me, Romulus is a Werewolf." Hermione was surprised, and she laughed softly.
"Romulus and Remus...who would've thought.....both Werewolves....." She said to herself, and, finishing her breakfast, she got up and walked out the door, saying "See you later" to Remus as she passed him.

Remus sat down next to his big brother, still smiling.
"So, what brings a certain big brother to Grimmauld Place?" He said to Romulus.
"Oh, I'm just checking up on little 'Remy'" Remus shuddered..., " That Hermione is something isn't it? I mean, she must be quite smart, to know how to tell US apart" Remus nodded.
"Yes, she's one of the most intelligent witches i've ever met, possibly smarter than Minerva was at that age." Romulus looked at his little brother. He had a strange twinkle in his eye. Romulus realised something.
"You like her, don't you?" He nudged his brother, "don't you?"
"No! I mean she's very....I don't know...... I'm too old for her. Plus, she'd never like me in that way."
"Oh, I don't know, Moony. I think she does. The way she looks at you gives it away. Besides, age is just a number"
"But......I'm a werewolf!!"
"Oh, stop trying to look for reasons for someone not to like you. She obviously doesn't have a problem with it if she's your friend. Look, all I'm saying is that denial isn't just a river in Egypt." With that, Romulus spied someone he wanted to talk to (Tonks) and left Remus to his musings.
What if she does like me in that way? I mean, she's gorgeous and intelligent but she's still like eighteen years younger than me. Don't worry yourself moony. If she does, she'd tell you. And Romulus is right. Age is just a number.