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Chapter Eleven: Meetings, Meetings, Meetings

"Bloody hell, bloody hell! It's already one! Oh no, what am I going to make. Crap!" Hermione shouted all at once, babbling in an automatic panic. Remus sat her down, of course with out her knowing, and grabbed her cheeks. She stopped, startled, and raised an eyebrow at him.

"You my darling are panicking . Relax. Your parents aren't too picky. We could always go out to lunch. I'm sure that would be acceptable, no?" He asked soothingly. She nodded, as he let go of her cheeks.

"You're so intelligent! My savior! Remus!" She cried dramatically and hugged him fiercely. He laughed and twirled her around.

"I have the perfect place we could go to, not to far from here either. It's casual dress," he said. He set her down on her toes as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"That should be a project," she said rolling her eyes. He looked slightly confused.

"What should 'be a project' as you put it nicely?"

"Picking my clothes!" She said giggling. He shook his head lightheartedly and kissed her.

"We really do need to get dressed my playful one," he said in a pretend scolding tone.

"All right! Hmmph," she said marching off. He followed her into their bedroom to get dressed. "This is so complicated," she said pouting like a child.

"Now now ickle Hermiekins. You always look lovely in anything you wear," Remus said from his side of the closet.

"Compliments shall get you no wear," she said smirking.

"O for Effort?" He asked.

"Perhaps. Hmm," she said beginning to talk to herself about what to wear. Finally she successfully chose a beautiful white sundress. She put on matching sandals with straps that went up her shin. Her promise ring glistened against the sun once she exited her closet. Remus had left the closet earlier wearing Merlin knows what. She went into the adjoining bathroom, where she applied light makeup. Her hair was being cooperative now. She finally felt she looked reasonable, and she headed towards the living room.

"Remus?" She called out.

"In here," he replied from the kitchen. She continued her path there and smiled when she saw him leaning against the counter. He was wearing blue jeans with a red striped polo shirt. His hair was neatly done, although it had most definitely inched its way past his chin. He positively needed a haircut. She walked over to him and smiled, as he kissed her cheek.

"Looking gorgeous as always," he said, his eyes dazzling as ever.

"You too Handsome," Hermione responded. "How are they going to get here?"

"Good point. Perhaps we floo there and then floo to Grimauld for the car?"

"Sounds good," she said smiling. She casted anti-dust charms on them so they would not get dirty. They clasped hands and walked into the hearth. They each grabbed a little floo powder.

"The Grangers."

Hermione held on tightly to Remus, the whirlwind of magic nearly knocking the wind out of her. She could feel his chuckle and smirk that was more than likely on his face. Finally, they were spit out of her parents fire. She heard a scream and looked at her Mum, who uttered it.

"Bonjour!" Hermione said hugging her mother.

"You gave me such a fright!" Her Mum cried.

"That's not very polite, Mum!" She said teasing. Remus shook her father's hand.

"Hey," her father said.

"Long time no see," she said. "We decided to have lunch out."

"Oh, splendid!" Her Mum said as she grabbed her purse.

"We are going to have to floo to Grimauld Place," Remus said as he pulled out some extra floo powder.

"Ah, I remember!" Her father commented.

"Great," Hermione said. "Everyone in the fireplace."

"Yes Mum," all three said. Hermione glared at them.

"Not funny guys," she said stepping inside of it. Remus wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Of course not!" He said.

"12 Grimauld Place."

Headquarters was a deserted place at the moment. The sun glistened through the windows onto the now spotless floor of the kitchen. Hermione's parents still walked through the house in awe; however, the other couple barely noticed a thing. Remus stopped abruptly once they were outside near the garage.

"Be back in a moment," he said smiling. He went deep within the garage again, and Hermione was left with her parents.

"Hermione, close your mouth you look like a fish," her father commented chuckling.

"Sorry!" She said blushing. Remus came out moments later with a bigger vehicle for the foursome, this time a Yankee Explorer. She and her Mum hopped in the back, while the men sat in the front. They buckled up, and Remus began to drive away.

"So how has your summer been?" Her father asked. She saw Remus glance at her from the rearview mirror. She smiled and winked.

"It's been pretty good," Remus answered. "Nothing unusual. Work for the Order, transforming, resting."

"You two should go on a holiday!" Her Mum said.

"Tell me about it," both she and Remus responded. They laughed at their identicalness.

"Seriously," her Mum said. "You two sound like workaholics."

"Yes Mum. In the dictionary, under workaholic is Remus and Hermione," she said looking at her mother with rolled eyes. Remus chuckled at that as London finally came into view.

"London? Wow! Hermione, we haven't been here in a long time!" Her father said.

"Daddy, you were here to pick me up in June," she said.

"Ah, you're right once gain sweetheart. So how is this place we are going to?"

"Well, it has both wizard and muggle mixes of food. So you could try both," he said cautiously.

"Excellent idea!" Her Mum said. They continued there little chitchat until finally Remus pulled into a lot. A beautiful restaurant with outdoor patios and balconies came into view. They had tiny gardens and waterfalls around, and a sign read "Jenking's." Remus held Hermione's hand as they led her parents into the restaurant.

"How many?" The hostess asked.

"Four, no smoking,. Do you have something outside perhaps?" Remus asked.

"Of course, sir. Follow me."

They were led through the elegant restaurant up a few stairs, which led to the balconies. They had a beautiful skyline view (perhaps Wizard influenced? she pondered) of London. They sat down, Remus beside her as always, and picked up the menus.

"This is exquisite!" Her Mum said impressed. Remus politely smiled.

"What will you be having?" Remus asked Hermione, secretly holding her hand under the table.

"Pasta," she said smiling mischievously.

"Copycat," he muttered, hiding his grin. Her parents were talking quietly amongst themselves over what food to eat. "How am I doing?" He asked.

"Excellent," she said kissing his cheek. A waiter came by and took their orders. After serving their drinks, they sat amicably talking.

"So you both are teaching next year?" Her father asked with an all to knowing look.

"Yes. I will continue as the Defense teacher and she will take on the Charms position," Remus said quietly, making sure no one else would hear them. There was people at a farther table out of a perceiving range. Hermione's Mum beamed at her. Moments later, two waiters came back with their food and served it too them.

"How did they-?" Her mother was about to ask.

"Magic," Hermione mouthed. She gulped and nodded as the waiters left again. The meal was a more subtle one. The only sound ever really heard were the polite demands of salt or cheese, and a delicate music that played from an invisible place.

"Aimez-vous aller à la salle de dames?" Her mother asked abruptly. Remus eyed her cautiously. She sighed and nodded.

"Oui," she said. She leaned over to Remus.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back eventually," she said kissing the side of his mouth. She got up gracefully and walked out with her mother. She knew Remus would not start talking again until she was at a greater distance.

"You seem very content lately," her mother commented beside her. Hermione just nodded in her own utopia. "Let's see the ring." Hermione gave her mother her hand as they headed to the bar instead.

"The bar?" Hermione asked.

"Yes. I need a drink," her mother said smiling. "My little girl is of age, promised to a fine young man, and happy. That deserves a drink, on me," she said giggling.

"Hello ladies, what can I get you today?" The bartender asked kindly.

"We'll take two shots of anything you think is good," she said. Her mother pulled her onto the stool next to her. The bartender came over with two shot glasses and a bottle.

"This is our newest drink. We call it Ocean Fire Whiskey," he said. Hermione looked at him and raised a brow.

"Would this be a sector of Firewhiskey?" she asked. He gulped and nodded.

"Indeed miss, indeed."

"Excellent."

He poured them each a shot.

"Only one," Hermione said soberly. "We don't want them to think the lady's room is giving free alcoholic beverages, right Mum?"

The bartender nearly dropped the bottle.

"Here here," she said and they turned to face each other.

"To your new found love, your new job, your new becoming of age, and most importantly to you!" Her Mum said clinking their glasses. They downed the shot in one gulp.

"Whoa!" They both said. Hermione felt it trickle down her throat and throughout her body. It tasted hot and cold at once, with a wonderful taste.

"That was excellent," her mother said. She paid the bill, and they both walked with a slight difficulty back to the table. They found Remus and her father in a deep discussion. Her Mum, being a muggle, was really taken to the wizard drink. Hermione was more subdued, however. Finally they shook hands with smiles on their faces. Remus had not yet heard her, for she did not hear him.

"Ready?" She asked her Mum. She nodded. "Chin up Mum, you're slouching."

The two walked to the table, and Remus' head shot up. He smirked, probably smelling the shot of whiskey they both had. He stood up along with her father, as they both pulled out their beloved's chair. Remus put his arm around her shoulder once she was seated.

"Dessert?" Remus asked Hermione. She smiled mischievously and quickly looked him up and down. She noticed his hand started to tickle her bare shoulder. She smiled and nodded innocently.

"Sure. Ice-cream?" She asked. She heard her parents click their tongues simultaneously.

"Hermione, you know ice-cream is all sugar!" Ah, the dentist roots finally come out.

"Yes, but I love it. Want to share with me Remus?" She asked. He smiled and nodded before calling the waiter back over.

"Vanilla?" He asked her. She nodded in an obvious way. "Ok, we'd like a vanilla sundae," he said pointing to one particular one in the menu. The waiter nodded and took off once more. Hermione's Mum had a certain glaze in her eyes from the drink. Hermione barely contained her laughter.

"Hermione!" Her father exclaimed. She looked sharply at him confused. "Your eyes are so bright!"

Oh crap.

"Well, it happens sometimes," she said pointedly. It was either the whiskey or Remus, or perhaps both that caused it, but she played innocent after all.

"Ah, I see. Look, your sundae is here already!"

Remus and Hermione grabbed their spoons and dug into their huge sundae. Her parents had started rambling onto Remus about their dentistry again. She slipped her free hand to his thigh and squeezed it. Needless to say, he almost dropped the spoon. She knew he was watching her from the side of his eye.

They finally finished their well deserved sundae. They all pitched in with the bill, and headed to the car. The ride back to Grimauld was peaceful, after everyone's bellies had been filled.

The house was once again deserted, all members having something to do with their lives. Hermione prepared the fire, while Remus said his farewells to her parents.

"You take care of yourself young man," Her Mum said in a bit of a slurred tone. She knew Remus noticed as well. He and her father were much more pleasant than before, somehow. After Hermione kissed them goodbye, they stepped into the fireplace.

"We shall talk to you both later," her Mum said before being whisked away by the floo. Hermione and Remus stepped in next, also being whisked away to their place.

Once inside her apartment, she got changed into a pair of jeans and a tank. She walked back out of her room, and had no idea where Remus went. Suddenly, she was thrown onto the couch. Remus tumbled on top of her kissing her face wildly. He sought her lips and conquered them with a passion so fresh, Hermione knew not what to do.

"Remus," she breathed between his kisses. He looked up, his hair rumpled beyond belief.

"Yes my Love?" He asked huskily. He took both of their wands and placed them on the stand.

"What's this?" She asked confused. He kissed her neck and back up to her lips.

"You have looked so devilishly good, so beautiful, so indescribable this whole afternoon. I had to be a good boy the whole afternoon," he whispered against her ear. She moaned back as the tingling sensation rippled through her.

"Firewhiskey," he said in a mocking voice. "Tsk, tsk 'Mione."

"Remus," she whispered again. She found his lips once more, kissing him hungrily. He had her pinned beneath him, her arms at her sides. He kissed along her neck once more, sucking on her throat, making her whimper again. Her whimper against his lips increased his longing. She finally got her hands free, enabling her to run them up his ripped torso and shoulders. Her shirt was easily tugged off.

Neither notice the green flames spurt from the fireplace.

"Whoa!" Two people cried. Remus looked up very sharply at the intrusion, his eyes illuminating his face. He growled until he saw who was there.

Hermione could not see a thing. Remus was straddling her, his hands once on her stomach along with his mouth. She heard someone call out from the fire. Had the tele gone off again?

"Remus!"

"Hermione!"

Remus groaned, not realizing Hermione's shirt was up to her collarbone.

"Harry, what a pleasant surprise," Remus said glaring. Hermione could feel his desire completely leave him, which left her with a throbbing down under.

"We didn't mean to interrupt," a female voice said. Ginny!

"What the-" she began to say.

"Hermione!" Harry shouted. She finally was able to see once Remus was sat up right. It was Harry and Ginny. Harry with his eyes closed tightly and a hand covering them. Ginny had a hand over her mouth hiding back the giggles. Hermione sighed, and grabbed her t-shirt before putting it back on. Remus climbed off her and sat beside her on the couch.

Harry carefully opened his eyes and easily relaxed.

"Surprise," he said sarcastically. Ginny slapped him on the arm playfully.

"Well, what can we do for you?" Remus asked. He was certainly angry about the interruption.

"Sorry to have intruded without notice," Harry began. Remus snorted at this. "We were wondering if you guys wanted to go out?" Ginny looked at Hermione and gulped.

"We just got back," Hermione said. "My parents went out to lunch with us."

"Oh. Another night perhaps?" Ginny asked eagerly. Remus nodded.

"Ok then. Well have fun," Harry said smirking before grabbing Ginny and leaving through the fireplace. Remus slumped back onto the couch and ruffled his hair.

"Sorry," Hermione said softly. He didn't anything, but she felt the anger radiate off him still. "Look, I didn't plan it. It's not my fault," she said shaking her head. She got up and headed to her room, not before hearing him mumble. "What was that?" She asked.

"It was your bloody idea to give him a surprise birthday party. This didn't have to happen," he snapped. She was taken back. What was wrong with him?

"Well, I'm sorry! Don't act so selfish it's not like you. It was a joint bloody idea, and I'm sorry for trying to make my friend happy! Merlin help me! Men are so stupid," she said. Unfortunately, she heard his next comment.

"If men are so stupid then why are you with me?" He grumbled. What the hell was going on? Her utopia had a flaw.

"I'm with you because I love you, you big jerk! Apparently, you have a problem when you don't get your way. I'm sorry, but that's life. They interrupted, big deal. There's always a next time!" She summoned a light jacket and her wallet before walking back out to the living room.

"I'm going out because now do to the fact that I am a werewolf, I can't bloody escape you!" She heard him curse before she walked out the door, not before slamming it.

'A little help from the gallery,' Hermione thought. She heard Tala sigh inside her.

'Faolan is stressed and angry,' she said.

'I realized. Why do I feel like crying?' she asked.

'It's your first fight. It happens,' Tala comforted. Hermione sighed again.

'Thanks. It's off to Diagon Alley for some new books perhaps. I haven't had a good one in a long time. Maybe one for Charms?'

'Sounds splendid Hermione. I'll be here if you need me'

'Thanks.'

Hermione apparated to Diagon Alley. The Alley was surprisingly filled with witches and wizards shopping. For what? She had no idea! Her frown eased into a smile, when she saw Flourish and Blotts. She walked briskly through the crowds until the safety of her favorite bookstore enveloped her. A tiny bell rung above her head, and the aroma of books filled her senses. She was aware that she was one of a few people in the store.

She headed over to the Charms section where she eagerly read titles and lightly skimmed first pages. She finally found three large books, all new and what seemed to be good reads. She bought An Anthropology of Nineteenth Century Charms along with An Anthropology of Twentieth Century Charms. Her last book she got was written by a Charms scholar called Charms: What You Need To Know to Master It. Perhaps one day she would change careers into something else? For now, she was content with teaching.

She paid for her purchases and left the bookstore, which had crowded immensely. She walked around Diagon Alley a bit more to get some fresh air. Many little wizards an witches were running about, while their parents were chatting to catch up. A mother would freeze them if they misbehaved, warning them, and then unfreezing them. She sighed and figured, after a two and a half hour cool time, she would go back.

She wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing.

She apparated back to her apartment to find Remus asleep on the couch. She rolled her eyes and walked into her library where she placed her three new books. After beginning to read the first book, she noticed Remus hadn't woken up yet. She set her book down, changed into her pajamas, and fell asleep in her dark cold bed.

Hermione awoke in the middle of the night. The bed was slightly warmer, and a hand was wrapped around her stomach protectively. She knew he was awake, and he knew she was now awake. He rolled her over onto her back, his eyes now soft with remorse. She looked up at him blankly, waiting for him to begin.

"I've been foolish," he whispered. She shrugged silently. He noticed she wasn't going to speak. "Very foolish indeed. I've had a lot on my mind lately, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. Harry upset me more because the one time I had the afternoon with you, free of work, he interrupts. I shouldn't have said those nasty comments, or even thought them for that manner. I was just in such a fit of rage I lost control. Will you forgive me?" He whispered again softly. She looked into his eyes, taking notice of sincerity, and nodded. She leaned up onto her elbows and kissed him softly.

"Forgiven," she whispered back.

"I never meant to hurt you in any way. I should be a bit more sensible. You are right I am stupid," he said laying her back down.

"You're not stupid. That's my fault I said that and I am sorry. I just was so shocked you were acting that way. You are one of the most intelligent men I have come across and that is why I am in love with you. Never forget that Remus," she whispered again before kissing him. He kissed her harder, proving himself worthy of such love. She gave him one last kiss before settling down.

"Let's sleep, hmm?" She said murmured. He nodded against her shoulder and wrapped themselves in the blanket once more.

A few hours later, Hermione was shaken lightly. She yawned and rolled onto her stomach. Remus was running his fingers up and down her spine.

"No," she grumbled. "Put me back to sleepy," she moaned. He stopped and chuckled before running his hands through her hair.

"We have to go to Hogwarts," he said quietly.

"Blimey. Ugh, what time is it?" She asked rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Three." She moaned again as he laughed heartily.

"Come one Love. We can take a bath if you like," he said tempting her. She sat up and nodded. Remus got out of the bed and walked to her side before picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck, as she was carried like a monkey. Remus set her down on the counter before going back into the bedroom to get his wand. He hit the taps for a hot bath for the two of them. Slowly he undressed her, which definitely woke her up.

"I'm tired," she said out of the blue.

"Me too, me too," he said slipping her t-shirt over her head. He kissed her neck lightly, which got a response from her. He smiled. The bathtub was now filled with steaming water. He pulled her shorts off before setting her gently down in the water. A smile graced her face at the relaxing water.

"Don't fall back asleep," he said as he took off his clothes.

"Keep me awake then," she said, her arousal increasing. God, she was aroused at three in the morning!

"Will do," he said sitting behind her. He trailed kisses down her neck and over her shoulder while massaging her abdomen lightly. She moved her head to the side, giving him more access. His hands traveled north, touching her breasts. She felt him harden behind her. He moved his hands south past her belly button to the apex of her thighs. She whimpered when he dipped his fingers in side of her.

"Remus," she hissed in pleasure. He moved to the other side of her neck kissing along her collarbone as his fingers moved inside of her.

"My beloved," he whispered in her ear, nibbling on it afterwards. She sighed in bliss again as he moved quicker. "Come for me sweetie, cry out," he whispered huskily against her skin. The tightening sensation came along soon after, surged throughout her body as she cried out his name.

"Oh yes Remus!" She cried as she came. He turned her over, and slipped inside her, filling her up. She gasped at the hit of delight. He placed his hands on her hips before bringing her up and thrusted her body back down on his member.

"Mmm, Hermione," he murmured. She placed her hands on his abdomen, lightly scratching him in the water. They created waves that sent water flying over the rim with each plunge they made. She could feel him coming close, as she was once again.

"Oh Remus!" She cried as she came once more. Remus soon came after her hitting his high.

"Hermione!" He cried before spilling himself inside of her. Hermione collapsed on top of him, kissing him roughly. She sighed in content.

"I love you," she whispered. He smiled and kissed her forehead.

"I love you too. Shower?" He asked. She nodded and they let the water out of the bath before taking a quick shower.

It was 4:30 when they reached Hogwarts. It was rather dark still; however, the sun was just rising. Before they left, Remus had sent an owl to Albus about this rendezvous. Whether they would all meet with Albus relied on him.

Remus held Hermione's hand as they trekked down the slopes of Hogwarts. The Forbidden Forest was easily in vision for the duo. Their senses were on ultra high, waiting for him to emerge. At four fifty-five, he arrived, and they easily sensed him. They neared and he finally came into view. He came closer until they were about three feet away.

"Remus?" The man asked quietly. Remus nodded. Mr. Dowson took the three steps and embraced Remus fatherly. Hermione noticed his appearance. He was roughly six feet in height, skinny but with toned muscles. He had jet black hair that was passed his shoulders. He looked like he was in his early thirties; however, he was around fifty years old. He was quite handsome.

"It's been to long!" Remus said shaking the man's hand now. Mr. Dowson nodded. He turned to Hermione and smiled warmly. She noticed he had dark eyes filled with wisdom and a sense of loneliness. He had many a few scars on his face as well.

"And you must be Miss Hermione Granger?" He asked politely. She nodded and shook his hand politely.

"It is nice to meet you," she said respectfully. He smiled.

"So what are the matters of this meeting?" He asked.

"Well… how to put it gently? Uhm, you bit me."