Part Three: Diner Blues and Clasped Hands
She lazily walked up to the door. She placed one hand on the doorknob and knocked with the other. On the other side, a golden light was emitted showing it was safe to open. The aroma coming from him filled her small nose immediately. She smiled and heard a chair scratch on the floor. It became stronger until she knew he was leaning against the door. She heard his breath race as she whispered.
"Remus." It was so quiet; the sound was barely audible. The door opened quickly, and she was pulled in. She giggled as she was thrown against a wall. She had her eyes closed, and her hands were pinned above her head. Thank Merlin she had a pain relieving charm. She grinned as she began to feel his lips so close to hers yet so far. She opened her eyes and looked up slowly to meet radiant amber ones. He was excited and happy.
"Hello my darling," He whispered even quieter than her original call.
"Hi. How are you?" She asked quietly with the hushed tone.
"Much better." he answered. He pressed his lips to hers lightly. How frustrating he was acting! She was about to wrap her arms around his neck; however, she was restricted by his hands that held them against the wall. Sure, she was now stronger than most men, but he was not most men. She moaned in frustration and he surrendered by releasing them. He pressed himself tightly against her and she felt his hardened member by his thigh. She grinded into him as a reminder that they were in a hallway in plain view, not in one of their rooms. He pulled back panting and smiling.
"Is Moody here?"
"Nope."
"Thank God! You have some lip gloss here," she said wiping away her apple lip-gloss.
"I love that lip gloss," he said. "You have no idea how much apples…get to me," he said shaking his head.
"Hmm," she said mischievously. He relaxed himself (yes all of himself) and clasped their hands together. They walked into the dining room where the meeting was being held, and no one even heard them come back. They had entered quickly and silently, thankfully.
"Did you tell your parents yet?" He asked.
"Yes. My mother almost lost it, but they understand. I also told them you were helping me out with things since my dad deduced you were indeed a werewolf."
"Ah. What's next under the agenda?"
"Flat looking. I can't live so far away in the mountains. I want to be closer to here incase anything drastic happens."
"True. Oh, Moody is coming," he said as they dropped their hands. Moody walked in, and apparently did not even see them there. He sat down, and after him, more members began to arrive.
"Dumbledore is here," she whispered. He nodded and they heard him enter the room. All talking ceased, and he sat down at the Head Table.
"Thank You. This meaning is called to order. For the pledge," he began. Everyone placed their wand over their hearts.
"I pledge allegiance to the Order of the Phoenix, under all circumstances that shall be applied. I pledge to put my life on the lines and for others to ensure the safety of the public and others less unfortunate. I pledge to work together with other members, and to shine through the dark that has plagued our society. Bloodshed shall remain in my heart; however, bloodline is immaterial. For now and forever, when this Order is called upon, I pledge my life, my help, and my love for all things good despite the evil that has been propelled. To the many lives that have been given in order to ensure another's safety or for better, we thank you. In your memory, the phoenix shall fly above all, and heal the wounds of the injured and the seal the fate of the dark."
Ok, true. That speech made her tremble every time she recited it. Her thoughts brought her back to the serious meeting that was bout to ensue.
"We are facing hard times again my friends. At such times that miraculously love to occur, I have decided to keep the Order always running rather when there is trouble." Everyone sighed and some grinned happily. "As you may have guessed, we are reassigning active partners, trios, ranks, and divisions this evening. There have been some rather unfortunate events, so this is vital. I've got mostly last names here and some firsts for the Weasleys. I am going to list all partners only, since I have already posted ranks and division out in the hall. To start off: Malfoy-Snape, Weasley, R-Potter, Weasley, F. -Weasley, G, Weasley, B- Weasley, C, Podmore- Shacklebolt, Fletcher, Figg, Tonks- Moody, Lupin- Granger, Diggle- Doge, Vance- Jones, Patil twins, Bones- Brown, Bell- Johnson, and Spinnet-Thomas."
Remus briefly looked at Hermione who was grinning like an idiot. He nudged her and she didn't budge. He rolled his eyes and relaxed in his chair, which reminded him how he was tense in the first place.
"As for ranks, there are many joint ranks for each. It is very hard choosing, so keep in mind anyone could have been up for it. To talk about other matters, one of which is of great importance. Our dear Remus here has been a werewolf for how long?" Dumbledore asked as his eyes twinkled. Remus thought back into his head and replied.
"Over twenty years," he said distastefully. Everyone looked sharply at him and gasped when they saw an unfamiliar man.
"Lupin?" Snape asked surprised. Apparently, he knew that face too well. "It can't be!"
"Yes Severus, I know. Aging Potion," was all he said. Severus looked doubtful for a minute; however, his face gave a calculating glow and Hermione settled back down when he relaxed.
"Yes our dear Remus has reacquainted himself with his youthful appearance. Does anyone know why?" Hermione looked quickly at Dumbledore, who gave a slight wink.
"Hermione!" Ron blurted out. Hermione looked mockingly at him and rolled her eyes. Ugh, these people could be so…. Insufferable! Ronald fucking Weasley cracks it again!
"What 'bout 'ermione?" Hagrid asked.
"I'm a bloody werewolf too!" She shouted. Dumbledore leaned back in his chair to watch the scenario. Many people seemed to have paled at this statement. "Ok," Hermione thought to herself. "The people who knew I turned into a werewolf are: Dumbledore, Snape, Malfoy, Harry, Ginny, Remus, and Pomfrey?"
"Oh dear," Molly said. She wiped her tears away and looked at Hermione. "When did this happen?" Now, Hermione's blood was boiling. Dumbledore sensed it. Harry and Ginny sensed it. Remus above all sensed it. Malfoy and Snape sensed it. She was sure Pomfrey would have had she would had been in attendance, although she might have been right about now.
Hermione looked straight at Ron, her eyes radiating a fierce amber holding not passion or lust, no! It was pure disgust. "It happened the night when me and Ron decided to call it quits," she said quietly. Her voice held an awkward chill in the air propelled by hatred and hurt.
Molly looked at Ron, then Dumbledore, and back to Hermione. "Hermione, I think it is best you tell it from the beginning. It is important this is discussed. We are all like a family, and we are mature." Dumbledore warned. She thought that was smart of him, for she was one of the strongest people in the room.
"Very well," she said. She began telling the story, not leaving much out. She actually told everyone in front of Lavender and Ron when she found them hitting it off swell. She stated how she ran into Snape, her diary, and the fatal walk. Remus saved her, and she survived. "And so, at graduation I did not fall of a broom or any of that sort. I was bitten on the shoulder," she said. She showed them all her fairly fresh wound, and they all looked on in horror. Ron and Lavender looked completely haunted.
"Oh my heavens!" Molly cried. Hermione didn't bother to turn and look around at anyone else; she was able to sense their feelings. Remus felt sorrowful, yet calm. Ron was a big mess she didn't even want to get into. She felt pity, anger, regret, and lust? Oh, he felt lust probably because Lavender's skanky hand was on his thigh. Anyway, Snape felt pity and sadness. Draco felt the same. Dumbledore hid his emotions very good and it took her an extra lean forward and hard concentration to find how he felt regret, sadness, and well…everything negative. Harry and Ginny were awfully quiet. Many of the members felt the same way, except a few. Lavender felt glee and happiness. She was so lucky she was on the opposite side of the table.
"Now that some things have been cleared there are more matters to be discussed. A few contacts I know have passed on some unfortunate news along the chain. The Death Eaters have been collecting again. They are starting up again, and shall be re-electing a new Dark Lord."
Hermione was stunned to say the least. They had a nice interval of time to themselves, and just when thing got going good, another Dark Lord. Contacts? Hello! They are sitting a few chairs down!
"Yes, bad times shall be restarting. We are; however, at an advantage. Our spies, who successful survived the war, have continued grouping with the other Death Eaters and have noted any progress. We all must wish them, even if we may not know who they are, our greatest gratitude toward them. We are at an advantage because of them, and because we are fully assembled and ready. They are still trying to gather and with our efforts we can stop them before anything happens. I ask to you all to be on your best guard since most of us have been identified as members of this Order. I would not be surprised if they have much information about us, so I warn you all to be on your best guard once again. Now may you all carry on in contentment."
The meeting was adjourned, and they all got up and began flooing out our leaving through the front door. Hermione got up and headed for the Black library. She was startled when someone called out to her.
"Hermione!" Someone cried. She looked around and noticed a portrait on the wall. She walked up closer and her hand flew to her mouth in surprise.
"Sirius?" She asked softly.
"In the flesh, well that's technical. How are you doing?" He asked friendly. He resided in a Gryffindor bedroom filled with everything Gryffindor. He had a broom, which he was presently hovering on, and he seemed content. She knew all about portraits. The person, who wanted to be preserved in a painting, left a piece of them behind in a special capsule. A long incantation was spoken to take part of that away from the person being preserved, like a summary of their lives in a portrait. She faded from her thoughts and looked at him.
"I'm pretty good. I never knew you preserved yourself!" She cried happily.
"Yes, I didn't think it could hurt. It's not. You seem different Hermione," he said searching her gaze.
"I was bitten by a werewolf," she said glancing down. Sirius gasped and got closer to the portrait's edge.
"Bad?"
"Indeed."
"How's Remus doing?" Sirius asked.
"He's good. He's been helping me a ton since this all happened. We relate," she said finally gathering her courage to look up. He smiled amicably.
"If I was there besides you I would give you a monster hug. We cannot do anything, but I am grateful everyone has truly moved on."
"Too true old friend," someone said from behind her. She smiled and Sirius looked curiously at the figure heading the stairs.
"That's not fair," Hermione said as Remus walked toward the portrait.
"I know. Hermione, where were you going?"
"Library? I'll talk to you two boys later," she said heading along. She knew Remus would wait until she reached somewhere where he could not be heard. She strolled into the huge library, always fascinated with its interesting selection of books. The majority of the Restricted Section of Hogwarts was here in the regular section. She walked through the aisles as her mind raced with choices for her to read. She cursed herself for not bringing her diary with her. She conjured some parchment and wrote to Remus.
Remus,
Went home. I'll be back tomorrow.
Hugs and Kisses
Hermione 3
She left the library without any books, which was a first for her, and crept downstairs the other way to avoid Remus. She walked into the kitchen, which was now empty, and walked over to the fireplace.
With her floo powder in hand, she spoke clearly. "The Granger's Residence." She was abruptly taken from that fireplace and moments later, she found herself in her living room. Her mum shouted out of surprised, and her dad came rushing in.
"Sweet heavens Hermione! You could have warned us!" Her mother cried. Hermione chuckled and shook her head.
"Mum, you know they don't have telephones. I can't be like. 'Hi mum! I'm flooing over!'"
"Yes, yes. How was the meeting?" Her father asked.
"Stressful, but I'll manage. I'm going upstairs to relax, ok?"
"Sure honey."
She trailed up the stairs to her room. She summoned her diary into her hands and sprawled onto her bed to write.
June 23, 1998
Dear Diary,
Hello my darling. How are things going? Me? Oh, all right. Remus and I are together now. Can you believe it? Point Hermione. It all moves by so quickly. Sometime it scares me and I feel like I am spinning.
My parents have accepted me as a werewolf. That is another point for me. I have finally graduated, point. I got myself a job as the new Charms teacher, point. I am out in the world by myself, point. I'm up to five points people.
Tomorrow, I think I am going to go surprise Remus when he is sleeping. I believe we are starting a flat search for me. Location is important. I can't wait until I will be able to refurnish it all! It's exciting for me; I'm such a dork.
I really things continue to continue in such a nice pace; however, I have a bad feeling in my stomach and it scares me.
So back to Remus. We have both been assigned partners, which happened to be each other. The full moon is nearing in a few weeks. Hurray. To think one would look at the midnight sky and become captivated by a moon, when many others quiver under its scrutinizing eye as a transformation sets in. I hope all goes well for the upcoming days. I may not update for a while since I know my life is going to start picking up even though it is the summer.
Hermione-
Hermione set her CD player on and crawled into bed with the clicker. Her wand was carefully placed in her holster under her pajamas. She turned on the one song that was like her summer lullaby, "Unchained Melody" by the Righteous Brothers. Soon, she fell asleep and her player shut off peacefully.
Her dreams became nightmares. Memories she had never seen in her life flashed before her eyes as she watched reluctantly. A man running through a dark house shouting Anna as green light filled the night sky. The man ran into another room, which was a toddler's room. He scooped up a bundle of pink blankets in his arms and held the girl who he comforted with hushed words of Amelia as he left the room. He ran into a room not to far off from baby Amelia's and ran into another bedroom. A sobbing woman gathered her husband and child into her arms quickly, and together they waved their wands over a piece of their wall. A door appeared and they entered. It disappeared just as a man screamed, "You'll pay Dowson!"
Hermione woke up in a sweat. She was sitting bolt right up with her wand pointed out fiercely. A timid Crooshanks froze on her legs like deer in the headlights. Hermione willed her senses, and when she heard nothing, she sighed in relief.
"Sorry doll, mummy got scared. Mummy needs a glass of water," she mumbled as she headed to raid the kitchen.
The stairs creaked under her weight as she made her way to her destination. When entering the room, Hermione opened the fridge. She grabbed a water bottle and sat on a stool by the island in the center. The darkness soothed her eyes; however, she was able to see clearly. She was concerned about her dream, nightmare, vision, or whatever you call it. Who was this Dowson man? It was evident someone was attacking their home; however, whomever it was could be a variety of people. She decided she was going to play it out and see if she had anymore. When she finished her water, she tossed it in the garbage and walked back upstairs. She climbed into bed after she saw it was three in the morning.
That morning, Hermione woke up peacefully this time at eight. She knew Remus was going to still be sleeping so she hurried into the shower. She put on tight yet flattering denim shorts that were a bit too short with a halter-top. She charmed her hair to be resistant to the humidity, and she threw a pair of flip-flops on. After finally deciding to disapparate, she closed her eyes and willed herself to Grimauld Place.
Surprise was vital, and she prayed he was still sleeping. She casted a silencing charm on herself so Remus wouldn't here her and she entered Headquarters.
Slowly, she walked up the stairs to the second floor were he was sleeping. His scent immediately engulfed her and she followed her nose to him. She casted another silencing charm on his door as she opened it slowly. Quickly, she stuck her head in to find him sound asleep buried under the blankets. That's when she smiled. She kicked her flip-flops off and headed towards him. He was sleeping like a baby and failed to awake when she climbed in next to him. He wore pajama pants. That was it. His lean and muscular chest and arms looked most appealing to her. She blushed as she looked below to his pants. Tiny hairs that were barely visible dipped underneath the band. She shivered for a moment before a sly smile played across her face.
Her lips descended onto his gently as she waited for him to stir. Slowly, he began to wake. She got rid of the silencing charms on herself and pressed harder onto his lips. He began to respond, though slowly, and he brought one hands around her waist. She felt him pull her closer than before, and she ran her free hand up and down his chest.
"Mione…" he mumbled. She grinned against his lips and let her tongue immerse into his mouth. His met with hers as they battled frantically. Soon, she was taken under his body, as he was now fully awake.
"What are you doing my little vixen? Sneaking into my bed?" He asked as he kissed all over her face.
"Surprise?" She asked innocently. He began to tickle her fiercely as she started into a fit of laughter.
"Oh God Remus stop, stop!" She cried.
"Never!"
He carried on for five minutes and she thought she was going to die.
"Remus, I can't breathe!" He laughed and slowly stopped tickling her until his thumb gently caressed her skin on her side. She smiled softly and pulled him down for a more passionate kiss. It was slow and benevolent. He pulled away and smiled at her as she caught her breath.
"Good morning sleepy head," she said laughing. He laughed and ruffled his hair.
"Morning to you too. Why did you leave last night? I was worried," he said.
"Eh, I got bored in the library. Hush you! Yea so I got bored, and I was tired so I went home. Haven't slept in my bed in ages," she said looking up at him. He straddled her and boy did she feel it! She concluded he did have boxers on; however, he was sitting on top of her so naturally…
"Hermione?"
"Sorry Hun, I was thinking."
"Sickle for your thoughts?"
"I don't know. Something just came across or something. Don't worry," she said reassuringly. She traced her hand along his forearm as he sighed.
"So what are we going to do today?" He asked as he climbed off her. He lie down next to her as he stared at the ceiling.
"Look for a flat?"
"That sounds good. Is anyone else home?"
"I don't know, I snuck up here to quickly to care." He smiled at her and kissed her on the lips before getting up. He stretched his muscles out, while Hermione appreciated his body.
"I'll meet you downstairs," she said to him as she got up.
"Ok," he yawned as he headed into his bathroom. Hermione shut the door and walked down the stairs. She found the kitchen empty, but she began to make breakfast anyhow. After successfully cooking breakfast, Remus came down showered and ready to go. He was taken back when breakfast was laid out on the table and Hermione was bent over looking for something underneath the sink. She heard him come in and head he way, so she decided to not have heard him. She felt to hands grasp her sides and she spun around as he pressed her against the counter.
"Thanks for the food," he said as a flash of amber crossed his eyes. He kissed her gently and then sat down to eat. She smiled and sat down next to him as they both read the Daily Prophet.
BOY WHO LIVED GRADUATES ALONG WITH FALLEN FRIEND!!!!
Mr. Potter, the Boy who lived, has finally graduated Hogwarts! Placing second in his class, Head Boy Potter wishes his classmates goodbye. (See Bottom Left Photo) Apparently, Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley have had a relationship and have progressed well. We congratulate them both.
Miss Granger has also graduated this year. Graduating first in her class, this years Head Girl had an unfortunate accident. Allegedly, Miss Granger had a broom accident and was knocked unconscious for three days. Still determined, she gave her graduation speech.
Mr. Potter's achievements include Ranked Second in Class, First to receive a Double Outstanding in DADA, Services to the School Award, Recipient of Order of Merlin First Class, Recipient of personal Chocolate Frog Card, and inducted into the Wizarding Hall of Fame. We all are aware of his defeat of You-Know-Who.
Miss Granger received Valedictorian as previously stated, Recipient of Order of Merlin First Class, Services to the School Award, First to receive Double Outstanding on Charm's Owl and Newt, broke OWLS score with seventeen, and broke NEWTS score with nineteen.
The Daily Prophet congratulates them both and the other graduates of Hogwarts this year.
Remus kissed her cheek and stood up to clean. Hermione helped him and after cleaning up breakfast, they left a note to anyone arriving, and began flat shopping.
They walked towards the garage in the back of the house. Remus waved his wand over the door, and they picked a car to drive in. The garage was like a car depot; it was huge! He chose a 69' Mustang, and motioned for Hermione to get in. They left Grimauld Place and headed towards Muggle London.
"Is it Ok if we start here first?" He asked as they entered the big city.
"Sure. Do you know any places where I could be close to the Wizarding World?" She asked.
"I know a few. What's in it for me?" He questioned as they drove in a parking garage.
"I don't know," she said as her eyes flashed amber. God! Since when did she become so…hormonal?
"Hmm. Well when you do know will you let me know?"
"Oh, you'll know all right," she said as they parked. She was really excited, but nervous. With a quick look, they locked the car with some quick wand movements so no one would steal it.
"Milady?" She smiled and placed her hand in the crook of his arm.
"Let's go kind sir!"
They walked onto the streets and began searching; well Remus led the way basically. He pointed out on the map that they stopped and grabbed.
"See here?" He said pointing.
"Yep."
"These apartment buildings, which are marked with stars, are all sporadic, no?"
"Yes, why?"
"Those are the apartments that are close to wizard entrances. Here is the Leaky Cauldron."
"Awesome."
"Indeed. Now, we don't want you too close incase you are noticed. We'll try these three. Come," he said grabbing her hand and leading the way.
Out of the three apartments they saw that were in huge skyscrapers, the second one was the best. Hermione signed the deal with the landlord and was planned on moving in a week. The good thing was its location. It was three blocks away from the Leaky Cauldron and easily accessible in case of an emergency. It wasn't too far from Grimauld Place. They hadn't decided where they were going to transform together though, which rested on top of her brain giving her a headache. They reached Grimauld Place and collapsed on the couch.
"I am so tired," she said yawning.
"You want to take a nap?" He asked softly. She nodded and stood up. Together they walked up to his room. His bed had been made by Dobby, who was now working here for the Order and Harry. They climbed into bed and Hermione laid her head gently on his chest. Her shoulder was still sore.
"What's on your mind babe?" He asked as he began to run his hand through her soft curls.
"Where are we going to transform?"
"Ah, you have been thinking about it. Hmm, well, we will both be teaching at Hogwarts come September and early August. As for July, we have a number of options. We could go to the Shrieking Shack, we could stay here in the basement, and we could go to Hogwarts. I usually go to the Shrieking Shack in the summer and then Hogwarts or here for the winter. I fixed it up," he said. She smiled and turned onto her left shoulder.
"I'll go with you to the shack," she said as she kissed his cheek lightly.
"Are you sure we could always-"
"I'm sure Remus."
"Ok, I just want you to be happy," he said.
"I've never been happier," she replied.
"Really? Why?"
"Many reasons. I'm done with school, I'm with you, and I'm out on my own."
"You really feel that way?"
"Of course. If I didn't, I wouldn't have said it." She smiled.
"Why are you so nice to me? I don't deserve it," he said. She sensed guilt blazing from his soul. She sat up and looked down at him. His eyes were closed and his face was expressionless.
"Why are you so nice to me? I don't deserve it," she replied back. He opened his eyes and looked at her again.
"You deserve it more than anyone," he said.
"So do you. Seeing as this got us nowhere," she said smirking. He sighed as the tension eased away.
"If someone told me a month ago that I was going to be in bed with Hermione Granger, turned werewolf, discussing important things with each other, I would have sent them to Mungo's," he teased.
"Yea? Well if someone told me I was going to be in bed with sexy werewolf Professor Lupin discussing important things with each other I would have sent them to Azkiban." She smiled triumphantly as he gulped.
"Touché," he croaked.
"It's all right Remus," she said as she kissed him gently on the lips. She settled down and soon drifted off to sleep.
Her head was spinning. It was dark again, and she was in a foreign house. She saw the same man from her previous nightmare, and she followed him. He walked into a random room and sat beside his wife at what was the kitchen.
"Amy, what are we going to do? I just got word that they are in town, and they are searching for us," he said holding his wife's hand.
"Kevin, I don't know. Why can't they just leave us alone? Amelia is still a baby! Why did this have to happen?" She sobbed quietly.
"I don't know my love. What are we to do? I would rather give myself up then give her up. She was so close…" He drifted off.
"Honey, we cannot do anything about it. We knew that she may have be born that way; however, we never knew they'd be after us because of it. If any of them bite her again, she will turn to one and they will be her masters. We must protect her!"
"I know my love, I know. It's just-" Bang. Bang. Bang.
"Who could it be at this hour? Do you think?"
"Run! Go upstairs; get her, and disapparate out. I love you know matter what!" He said quickly as he stood up.
"I love you too my darling be safe. Do you know where-"?
"Yes. Je vous adore," he whispered. She smiled gently and ran up the stairs. He pulled out his wand and began to ward off the steps. He headed towards the door and prepared to fight the invader.
"Mr. Dowson? By the new degree of the Ministry of Magic, you are under arrest for-"
"Oh my God!" She cried. She was sitting straight up as tears rolled down her eyes. Her partner sprung up and waited until she looked towards him.
"What's wrong?" He asked worried. He was rubbing his ears since she yelled so loud.
"Nightmare. Sorry love," she said lying down and turning the other way. He placed his hand around her abdomen and pulled her flat on her back, forcing her to look up at him.
"They've started?" He asked gently. She only nodded and cried softly. He held her close as she cried into his chest desperately.
"Its like a m-movie, a sad, sad movie. Every time I awake, it stops and begins playing when I go to sleep," she cried. He nodded in understanding.
"When did they start?" He asked quietly.
"Last night."
"And you didn't say anything because-"
"I was afraid."
"Never be afraid Hermione. Bravery lies within you, and you can tell me anything," he said stroking her cheek.
"Should I tell Dumbledore?"
"I did when mine began," he said.
"What did he do?"
"He told me to let it run its course; however, after every one, record it in a journal."
"Ok. I should go get a notebook then. Give me a few minutes?" She asked.
"Course," he said smiling. She kissed him and then got up to transfigure a notebook. It was green and she put up the same wards on it as her diary. It was entitled on the cover: Lycan Dreams.
She began to retell her dreams in the notebook. On the bottom were footnotes and opinions on things. After an hour or so of writing, she finished. She sent it on its way with an owl to her house.
"Now Athos. I want you to go and take this to my room. Just drop it on my bed, ok?" She told the owl. It hooted happily and left threw the open window. She walked back into Remus' room and found him only in his boxers.
"What are you doing?" She asked curiously.
"I am getting dressed because we are going on a date," he said happily.
"Why is that?"
"Because I want to take my beautiful girlfriend out. Is that ok?" He asked teasingly.
"Sure. Where are we going? I want to know what to wear," she asked.
"I'm not telling. Dress... Comfortable and casual. Nothing drastic," he said. She nodded and kissed him goodbye.
"Be back here at six," he said.
"Ok, bye."
She flooed back to her house to find her parents gone at work. They left a note on the refrigerator for her.
Hermione,
Went to work, as you may know. Leave a note if you are going out.
Love,
Mum and Dad.
She erased the note on the marker board and wrote back.
Mum Dad
Date tonight, I can't wait! I found a flat in London; however, I will be able to communicate with you guys easily. I'm going to start moving in a few days. If the full moon is approaching I might not visit because I get very sick before and after. It'll be fine, trust me.
With love,
Hermione.
Hermione went upstairs to get ready. Her mum had unpacked her things for her neatly in her draws previously. She sighed and looked around her room. All her childhood memories came back to her and made her slightly dizzy. She shrugged it off and looked at the clock.
It was only five. She started to organize her things in sections so tomorrow she had time to pack. After a half hour, she got dressed in jeans, a pink Roxy button down t-shirt (with the first two buttons open), and a pair of Hurley flip-flops. She charmed her hair to keep it graceful bounce and let it fall down her back gently. She didn't bother with her keys, so she grabbed her purse with wand inside and left.
When she arrived at Grimauld, she found Remus waiting in the hall. He smiled and grabbed her hand before shutting the door.
"Just on time as always," he said smiling. She laughed and he went to the garage. He looked for a minute and then a huge grin spread across his face.
"What are you grinning at?"
"You'll see. Stay here, I'll be right back," he said. A minute or so later, she heard a big engine growl. She looked towards the sound and then moments later a car appeared in front of her.
"Hop in," he said cheerfully. Her mouth hung open. "You like? It was originally an 81', but I traded it in for a newer one. This is a 98' Ferrari 550 Maranello."
"Its nice," she said transfixed.
"Thanks. I'm not into the whole fast car deal or the big bucks. But, Sirius insisted," he said smiling. She nodded and got in.
"It's not glass, get comfortable," he said happily. He shifted gears and they sped out of Grimauld Place in style.
"So, did you eat dinner?" He asked.
"Nope, did you?" She asked.
"Nope. That's good," he said and almost cursed out for someone trying to cut him off. Hermione watched him drive as his emotions were freely expressed. He looked adorable when someone was driving too slowly, and he would lean in on the wheel when they were. He glanced at her and was caught off guard while she was in a trance.
"'Mione, what's a matter?"
"Nothing, just looking," she said absentmindedly.
"Seriously. You were like staring at me," he said confused.
"I know."
"You do?"
"Yep."
"Ok, I'll shut up now," he said jokingly.
"Very funny," she playfully sulked.
"Yes. Ah, we're here. Ready?"
"Sure. Lead the way Prince Remus," she said giggling. He opened her car door for her, and he locked the car with a quick charm. They walked hand in hand to where he led them into a diner. They walked in and were seated in a booth, and she noted he looked a bit nervous.
"I hope this is acceptable enough for you. I figured we missed out on teenage dating so we could start fresh with a diner?" He asked as he sat across from her.
"I'd be happy eating cereal with you in my pajamas. This is more than fine," she said squeezing his hand. He smiled and they waited for the waitress to come.
"Hi, what can I get you guys to drink?"
"Two cokes please?" Remus asked. The waitress nodded politely, winked at Remus, and walked away. Hermione rolled her eyes at the flirtatious waitress's back. Ok, this waitress was fucking gorgeous, but her eyes had the right to roll. She felt two hands cover hers.
"Do I sense jealousy or possessiveness?" Remus teased. Hermione smirked at him.
"Why would I be jealous of her?" Hermione asked shaking her head. Remus kissed her and laughed.
"To true babe. To more important matters, the full moon is in about two weeks," he said sadly. Hermione nodded distastefully.
"Yes, I am so looking forward to it!" She squealed dramatically.. He laughed and glanced at their clasped hands. She noticed it and squeezed them gently.
"So what do we do on a transformation?" She asked quietly. He looked around to make sure no one was listening, and leant down.
"We can run around the shrieking shack like mad monsters that we are accused of being. We could teach you how to walk on all fours," he said grinning, "or we can just sleep."
"Hmm. How about all of the above?" She smiled.
"Sure. It's up to you milady," he replied. Hermione heard the waitress coming despite the strong scent of food. She pressed her lips to his as he smiled in the kiss. They pulled away just as the waitress came to their table. After bringing their drinks and taking their orders, the waitress left them to their business.
"So, what are we going to do tonight Remus?" She asked innocently. He smiled and shook his head.
"My little vixen, that is a surprise," he said clicking his tongue.
"So its Vixen now is it?"
"Yes, I could imagine the Prophet: Cute Bookworm Granger turned into Sexy Vixen, and werewolf!" He said laughing at her pouting face.
"Ha, ha. Very funny Remus. No kisses for you," she said with her arms crossed over her chest. He tried reaching over to capture her lips; however, she moved over and he missed. He smiled devilishly, and quickly moved around the table to her side. She gasped as he squashed her up against the wall in the booth.
"What now?" He asked playfully. He kissed her cheek hard as he brought it passed his teeth.
"Hey, what are you doing!" She hissed. He just chuckled and carried on. She turned and was about to tell him to stop when he caught her lips tightly. He grabbed her hands to his chest so she had nowhere to move. After a minute or two, they both sensed their food coming, and they separated in silence. The waitress looked oddly at them and thinking they had an argument, began to flirt with Remus again.
"Well, I hope you like your meal sir," she said seductively. Remus, being the gentleman, smiled and thanked her. This bitch waitress ignored Hermione completely.
"Gee Remus, I didn't know so many beautiful women were attracted to you," she said mockingly. He wrapped his arm around her and brought her close.
"It doesn't matter Mia. You're the only person I am attracted to and I think you are the most gorgeous person in the whole wide world," he genuinely said. She blushed and shook her head.
"I doubt that Remus…"
"I don't. So don't worry."
"Mia is it?" She asked as she began to eat.
"Yes, I am the nickname master. You'll be my Mia in public and my little Vixen elsewhere," he said smirking. She gasped and squeezed his thigh tightly and made him drop his fork.
"Play nice," he hissed as he rubbed his leg.
"I'll make it better later. Let's just enjoy our meal and ignore the fine young ladies eyeing my boyfriend up. Yep, enjoy the meal Hermione," she said hissing to herself. Remus laughed and they continued their meal flirting and talking quietly.
"Will you be ordering desert?" She asked them. Remus shook their head and paid for the bill. He left the waitress a 3 pound tip, and Hermione picked it back up smiling. She grabbed Remus' hand and waved goodbye to their waitress.
"That wasn't very nice," he said when they were getting in the car.
"You never know when you may get it back," she mischievously retorted. He smiled and they drove away from the diner.
"Where to next dear?" She asked trying to get information from him.
"Not telling," he said in a sing-song voice. She growled, literally, which grabbed Remus' attention. "Since when did you start growling?" He asked curiously.
"Just now."
"Really?"
"Yep," she said.
"I've always wanted my girlfriend to growl," he said sarcastically.
"Oh! That wasn't very lady like of me. I take it back," she said blushing.
"Nah, to be honest? Its kind of a turn on. Now I won't be the only one growling," he said smiling. She laughed and they soon pulled into a cinema.
"The movies?"
"So cliché, I know," he said. "I believe it's a shot at this whole boyfriend deal. So, come along. Let's go watch a sad chick flick," he said. She smiled and they ran across the street very quickly.
"Crap, I don't believe we should have ran that fast across the street. I don't believe that was humanly possible."
"Who said we were humans love?" She smiled as they walked up to the booth. The night was just setting in and the tiniest part of the moon set in. The stars twinkled mercilessly and taunted both Remus and Hermione who looked up to catch a glimpse.
"Blasted moon," he murmured.
"Here, here!" She cried. "What do you want to see?"
"I don't know. How about Croupier?"
"Ok. Sounds good," she said. They bought their tickets and walked in to the theatre.
Immediately, the smell of popcorn and hotdogs filled their nose. They looked at each other and laughed before they bought some for themselves. They walked in and began to search for some seats.
"Far away," Hermione warned since everything was immensely clearer to see for them both. Remus chuckled and they moved to the last row at the top. They looked around and found five rows below them to be completely empty.
"Be on your guard," he warned. "You never know what could happen when its dark."
"Oh, I have an idea," she said smiling. She turned and put her drink in the cup holder and completely missed Remus' blush. He sat obediently with his hands on his lap, as she felt his gaze upon her. She smiled inwardly and grabbed his arm before placing it around her shoulder carefully.
"It's all right," she whispered and he kissed her cheek. They sat and continued watching the movie, which wasn't to bad. Throughout the time, they shared quick kisses. When it ended, they left before the crowd. Hermione followed Remus as he led her away from the cinema.
"Should I bother to ask?" She said giggling.
"Nope," he replied as they made a turn. No sooner had they made a turn, they found themselves in front of an ice-cream shop. "Ice cream?" He asked.
"I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice-cream!" She cried playfully. He chuckled and brought her inside to order.
"May I help you?" The employee asked.
"Yes, can I have two scoops of chocolate chip cookie dough with rainbow sprinkles, gummy bears, and Oreo pieces?" She asked politely. She heard Remus snort so she elbowed him in his ribs.
"Sure, and you sir?"
"Three scoops of Mint chocolate chip with hot fudge and chocolate sprinkles?"
"Coming right up."
"Ugh, your ice cream is boring. Mine is a masterpiece," she proudly said.
"Yea like Picasso," he mumbled. She pinched his arm and turned away with a grin. They stepped outside on a small veranda that lined the street. Benches were scattered here and there around a few tables. Remus and Hermione sat down at a bench together and began to eat their ice cream.
"How I've longed for chocolate chip cookie dough," she said breathlessly as she inhaled the taste. Remus looked at her oddly and laughed. She opened one eye with a brow raised.
"What?"
"Nothing Mia. It's that good huh?" He asked as his eyes twinkled.
"Oh yes, it is. How's yours?"
"It's good. But I'm not on the brink of…never mind," he added politely. She caught on quickly, and glared at him. She was about to say something, but chose not to. They silently ate their dessert as the streets got less and less crowded. Remus wrapped a protective arm around her waist and whispered into her ear.
"Tell me if you sense anything wrong. Ok Love?" He asked. She nodded and kissed his lips before they walked in silence. The cars passed by lazily as their headlights nearly blinded them. When they headed into the parking garage, Hermione stopped. She closed her eyes and expanded her hearing. She heard something… wrong. Remus stopped too, a step ahead of her. He grabbed her hand and they began walking again listening very quietly. They found the car and cautiously looked around. Someone else had entered the garage.