Now you can all cheer, NO MORE KRUM.

This chapter requires remembering a key scene, though rather significant, but insignificant as well, to be at least slightly knowledgeable about.

Chapter Sixteen... The Cure (No not the band, though they are awesome!)

Two weeks after Viktor Krum and Harry as Patrick left, Remus Lupin arrived home"HERMIONE! HERMIONE! ARE YOU HERE"

"Yeah, I'm in the den."

He ran into the den"Hermione" he smiled"You won't believe it, I haven't transformed in six months"

"What! How"

"You remember, I was telling you about the potions master in South America, right"

"Of course, so he's succeeded"

"YES, he has! Myself and all of the other test subjects haven't transformed since receiving the potion to stop our disease. It's a success! Paco is going to distribute it to every werewolf who wants to be cured. He'll be in London next week."

"Really! No more transformations? No more fears about hurting those I love"

"Exactly."

"So, what is this wunderkind potions master's name"

"Paco Rodriguez."

"Where is his research base"

"The Andes."

"Is that where you've been, when you go away"

"Yeah."

"Do we retain any of our wolfish qualities"

"Yes, the hearing, senses and hairiness remain, can you live with that"

"Absolutely" she beamed.

"I'm off to tell Tonks the good news."

"Remus, your no longer a Moony"

"I'll always be the last Marauder though." And Remus went off to spread the news.

He came back that afternoon and found Hermione, once again in the den... doing what else, reading.

"So who's the mystery man, Hermione"

"Hmm"

"Tonk's showed me the articles."

"Oh... that.. well, for four months, now" she bit her lip.

"Really! Wow, I have been gone for quite awhile, haven't I"

"You have... since January... how's Tonks"

"Wonderful."

"Good."

"You don't seem so enthused about this boyfriend of yours."

"No, I am."

"Then what's the problem"

... 'He'll know who he is as soon as he meets him... he'll be overjoyed... "He went to visit his cousin for the month."

"Ah, so the lovebirds are separated."

"Ha! Ha! Very funny, Remus."

"What's this blokes name"

"Patrick."

"Patrick what"

"Patrick Krukov."

"Where's he from with a name like that"

"He was born in Ireland, where his mother is from, and his father was Bulgarian."

"Wow, that certainly doesn't sound like a common combination at all. How did you meet"

"I was looking for a birthday present for Ron, he helped me out. I guess you could say, we his it off."

"I guess so, wow Hermione Granger is dating" he smiled"I remember when you were a bossy little thirteen year old, who's biggest fear was a ninety-nine out of a hundred on a test."

"Oh, thanks for reminding me"

"How did Patrick end up in London"

"He liked it when he visited with his cousin a few times, usually for Quidditich reasons."

"Who's his cousin"

"Viktor Krum."

"Your kidding"

"Not at all."

"So you've now gone to a ball with Krum and are now dating his cousin, how Ironic."

"Oh, shut up, I was fourteen."

"Let's hope no one finds out about those connections."

"Is he older or younger then you"

"About a month older."

"A Leo then"

"Yes, and coincidently, his middle name is Leovich."

"Son of Leo."

"Yes."

"Does he know your a werewolf"

"Yes."

"What was his reaction, when you told him"

"Shock, sadness and I'll start on brewing you some wolfsbane immediately."

"Smart fellow, then"

"Yeah, Viktor tells me he was very good at Defense."

"Really"

"Uh, hmm."

"Where did he go to school"

"Durmstrang."

"Really, I wonder why he didn't go to Hogwarts... if he lived in Ireland."

"His parents both went to Durmstrang."

"Is he a pureblood"

"No, half, his mother was a muggle born."

"How did she find out about Durmstrang"

"The German husband of a cousin or aunt, can't remember exactly."

"Oh, and they let her in"

"Yeah."

"Why do you keep saying was, when referring to his parents"

"They died his fifth year."

"How"

"Car crash."

"Oh. Who did he live with after that"

"Viktor."

"Wasn't he just out of school, then"

"Yes, but he only had to keep an eye on Patrick in the summers, and he had no problem tagging along to Quidditich functions."

"Which position does, or did he play"

"He played Seeker at Durmstrang."

"What does Patrick look like, the Prophet's photos are all black and white."

"Brown hair, very dark, wavy and thick. Blue eyes, rather grayish at times" she described adoringly.

(Thursday... I'll finish typing this tomorrow.. I need to go eat lunch before class at 11:30.. I'll finish typing this after my exam tomorrow then send it off to my cousin for posting.. it's still thurday and i'm typing some more, damn i need to study but can't!)

The next week, Hermione went into receive treatment. The following morning. The Daily Prophet's headline read:

HERMIONE GRANGER IS A WEREWOLF!

Though... further down the page, if says, she has taken the potion which is proven to cure werewolfism (which had been the headline the previous day"A CURE FOR WEREWOLFISM DISCOVERED!)

Nine a.m., Ron apparated to the entrance way and runs to find Hermione, finally finding her, still sleeping.

He proceeds to shake her and scream"HERMIONE! HERMIONE! HERMIONE, WAKE UP" At the top of his lungs.

"RON! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU SHAKING AND SCREAMING AT ME FOR" She yelled back, annoyed at being woken up by him yelling at and shaking her.

"Is it true" Ron asked hoarsely.

"What"

"The Prophet."

"What about it"

He threw it at her. "Oh, bloody hell"

"Well... is it" He asked impatiently.

"Yes, I'll find out in a few days whether or not I'm cured though."

"You are... were a werewolf" Ron asked in shock"Why didn't you tell me" He asked, the hurt evident in his voice.

"Well... I hadn't told anyone till last year, and Remus could tell. I was worried you'd tell Luna or her father or your family and they'd blab to the world. I'm sorry, Ron."

"Who did you tell"

"Harry and Patrick."

"You told the guy you've only known for four months, but not your best friend of thirteen years? Thanks a lot, Hermione."

"I'm sorry, Ron, honestly, I really am, and the only reason I told Harry was because he said I could live here and I didn't want to take advantage and attack him in his sleep. Same with Patrick, he had to know since our relationship was progressing."

"Yeah, well yeah, I guess that does make sense... so are you cured for sure"

"I'll find out this weekend."

"I hope you are... hey is that why you left for five years, but... when were you bitten"

"End of seventh year, during... the final battle."

"Then how come nobody from Hogwarts found out"

"I never went to the hospital wing."

"Oh."

"I really am sorry, Ron. Please don't hate me."

"How could I! Your the only best friend I have left... with Harry being sent to prison and now... he's dead. Our best friend is dead, Hermione. I don't care if he murdered that Auror, why, because he is... was my best friend and now... he's gone. Can you really believe.. he's gone? It doesn't seem right" Ron held back tears, but the sorrow was evident in his voice.

"No, Ron, I can't" she answered wishing there was someway to ease Ron's pain... but all she could do was pat his back. To reveal HIS secret could very well destroy any chance at life, Harry Potter still had.

One Secret was lifted, while another was taking the previous secret's place. Ah, the joys of being the best friend of a supposed dead escaped convict.

The full moon passed without a transformation by Hermione into a werewolf... she was cured!

A few days later Hermione, through her publisher released a statement:

Ms. Hermione Granger would like to acknowledge the rumors that she was indeed a werewolf and announce that she has successfully been treated, and is no longer stricken with the disease, werewolfism.

To answer a questions from Jenna:

" Oh since when did Harry and Hermione make out in public and
all, and if they didn't know Patrick was Harry, why did Rita want to
write about it and all...or am i getting confused"

He's not technically Harry, so Rita doesn't know who he is, but she does know about Hermione and would love to mess with her... aka get back at her, complicate things for her... esp. after I don't know... putting her in a jar and not letting her write anything nasty for a year.

And about the werebabies... well babies, who knows, werebabies no.

AN: Well I lied, it's Thursday and I'm sending this to my cousin. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I wrote it some time in early January, before I came back to school. Please Review, it's rather disappointing to only get one for each chapter, i'm not complaining just, if there's anyone else out there reading, I'd like your thoughts as well! Thank you.

Well I loaded this up myself! Wow, haven't done that in ages!

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