Hermione sat in darkness, the only light was that emitted from the tip of her wand. Silent tears streaming down her cheeks and he knuckles gripped around a crushed up piece of parchment. The hangings surrounding her bed were closed tightly, letting no light in. She could hear Lavender and Parvati laughing happily. They didn't know what had happened, well how could they Hermione hadn't told anyone; not even Harry and Ron!

She couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't' face the torture of everyone being happy while she was in here having her heart being torn apart seam by seam by seam. In a sudden movement Hermione stormed from the room and out of Gryffindor Tower leaving shock-stricken faces behind her. She didn't know where she was going, only that she had to escape the pain that was eating her up inside. Deeper and deeper into Hogwarts she ran until she collided with a very real, very physical someone.

Dazed by her fall, Hermione looked up into the eyes of a concerned Professor Lupin.

"Miss-" he became aware of her tear-filled eyes and frowned, "Hermione, what's the matter?"

He had let down his guard; he'd called her by her first name and she picked up on it immediately.

"Remus, it…it's horrible," she stuttered.

Hermione fell into his arms, the ones that he had subconsciously opened for her. She rested her head on his shoulders and her tears soaked through his robes.

"They're…they're dead Remus, both of them! He…he…he killed them and it's all my fault!" Hermione explained in between hiccups.

"Who's dead?" asked Remus, stroking her hair.

He would bet all his galleons that whoever had been killed Voldermort was behind it, as was always the case lately.

"My parents!" she sobbed as she nuzzled closer to him.

Remus tried to comfort her. He knew what she must have been going through; his parents had lost their lives in the first war when Remus was 19 years old. Voldermort had been trying to recruit dark creatures but Mr. and Mrs. Lupin refused to hand over their son to him so the Death Eaters killed them. They turned their attentions to Remus but he managed to escape with no serious injuries however watching his parents die scarred him for life.

"Of course it isn't your fault-" Remus began but Hermione broke away from his grip and looked him in the face.

"It is my fault! The only reason V...Voldermort came after my parents was to find me! If I'd have been at home instead of here they wouldn't be dead!" she half shouted.

"Look, I'm sure your parents wouldn't want you to beat yourself up about it. I bet they're watching over you right now. You need to be strong Hermione, for them and for yourself." he gave her a reasuring smile and kissed her gently on her forehead.

Remus stood up, offering his hand to her. Hermione took itand pulled herself up.

"Out of the three of you I believe you are the strongest so you need to keep yourself for breaking apart, you owe it to Harry and Ron," said Remus softly.

There was a long silence between them. It was one of those silences that could be shattered into millions of pieces by just one sound but it didn't. It wasn't broken, not for a long while anyway and when it was, it wasn' tby a sound but more of an action and a thought.

She's a student, she's half my age! I really shouldn't do this to her, not now. I'm taking advantage of her when she needs my support the most, how low can I stoop just to find a bit of happiness that I don't even deserve! Hang on a minute, she's...she's moving closer to me. She wants this just as much as I do, if that's possible! Remus was in mid-thought when Hermione came so close that he could even taste her scent in his slightly ajar mouth.

The two met in the middle, after months pining for each other they had found common ground in this kiss. Remus felt the saltiness on her lips, opening his own slowly wanting her to do the same. She did, without any pressure at all, Hermione wanted this so bad that is was almost as if she leading the way though she had know idea where she was going or how she was going to get there.

This was all a fairly new experience for her. Sure she had shared a kiss or two with Krum but none of them were like this, none of them had the intensity or the passion that this one had.

Her hands wandered towards his neck as if holding on for her life, she wouldn't let go of him, not now. She felt his hands upon her waist and very masculine hands at that. They broke away to catch their breathe. Hermione was flushed.

She could only manage,"Remus...that...that was-" before he interupted her.

"I know, I shouldn't of done that. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you, not at a time like this...not at any time. I'm sorry, it was..."

"...brilliant," Hermione smirked.

Remus had took a particular intrest in the floor while he was apologising, he couldn't stand to look at the disgust that was probably present in her eyes. His head shot up when she finished his sentance and before he could retaliate she had swooped him up in her kiss once more.

This time the kiss was more passionate, if that was possibly. Her tongue saught his and his hands found her bottom, bringing her closer to him. Hermione's arms rapped around his neck, one hand venturing up to play with his hair.

They did not realise that they were still out in the corridor and that if anyone was to come on a late night stroll they would come across the pair but it wasn't anyone, it was Ginny Weasley.