A.N. Hi! Well here's the second chapter, thanks to all who reviewed. And it has been brought to my attention by more than one person there is a potion that exists that can cure Lycanthropy if applied early on. I am asking anyone who reads this to expand reality and for right now pretend it doesn't exist it's kinda crucial to the plot that that potion doesn't exist. And I'll stop rambling so you can read my story :-)!

oh yeah and there is a really light make out session and a man is having romantic feelings for a girl half his age so if your sqeemish, don't read.

Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter or any of other characters used.

'...'thoughts "..."talking

The next morning dawned bright and clear. The birds were singing and the sun shone brightly into the sixth year girls' dormitories. 'The sun shines too brightly,' Hermione deducted throwing her pillows over her head.

"Hermione! Are you ready yet? It's almost eleven!" Harry's voice boomed up the staircase.

Hermione shot up out of her bed and practically threw her clothes on running down the stairs, almost tripping on the last step in her haste. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe I slept in so long. I was just so tired and..."

"It's alright, it's not like Voldemort is going to pop up in the common room because you slept in." Harry said from one of the chairs.

"Really Harry, that's not something to be joking about. Especially right now."

"True but all we have is now so why not joke around about it." Ron mumbled.

Everyone stared at Ron in utter disbelief. Finally Ginny found her voice. "What did you do with Ron?"

Ron's face flared as he glared at his sister. "What?"

"Ron doesn't talk like that. Who are you?"

"Huh?"

"Imposter!" Ginny shrieked, collapsing into giggles. Falling ever so conveniently on Harry's lap. Hermione laughed lightly flopping down into one of the sofas opposite Harry and Ginny. Harry however was too caught up in Ginny to have any reaction at all.

"Stupid git!" Ron mumbled standing from his own chair. "I'm hungry, 'Mione, wanna come?"

Hermione smiled and stood, faintly annoyed that she had just sat down. "That sounds wonderful and I am a little hungry."

"Rightfully so, you've barely eaten in the past week."

Hermione smiled shyly looking at her feet. "Really Ron, it's not like I was starving myself." She felt her stomach grumble and flip.

"Sure you weren't Hermione," Harry remarked sarcastically standing his hand entwined with Ginny's.

"I'm going to go eat lunch if anyone's listening," Ron said crossing his arms over his chest and poking his bottom lip in an impressive pout. "Not that any of you are."

"Isn't it such a wonderful day outside," Ginny said offhandedly.

Hermione didn't know Ron could turn that color. "Let it out Ron, you might burst."

Ron grumbled stocking towards the portrait hole. Hermione started after Ron and noticed Harry and Ginny weren't moving. "You two coming?"

"We'll be there," Ginny said smiling mischievously.

Hermione raised her eyebrow and continued out of the common room with Ron.

Ginny stared back at Harry his bright green eyes staring back into her own chocolate depths.

"What do you see?" she asked.

Harry leaned forward and captured her lips in a chaste kiss. "Everything."

Ginny smiled before leaning into Harry's embrace and snuggled her face into his chest. It was so nice to feel his arms wrap around her waist and his lips kiss the top of her head.

"Harry," Ginny said smiling. Just being able to say his name while being held in his arms was a dream come true. And his name, for that matter, sounded heavenly enough.

He gently lifted her face and pushed his lips against hers again, his hand framing her face.

"They're waiting for us." Ginny whispered as he trailed soft kisses down her neck. He lifted his head and Ginny almost went giddy at the look on his face.

"Let them wait."

"Where's Harry and Ginny?" Ron asked once Hermione caught up with him. Hermione snorted giving Ron a knowing look. "What?" Ron asked sounding agitated.

"Harry and Ginny are more than likely talking about the weather or repainting the common room or snogging each other senseless. You pick," Hermione said with sarcasm dripping from her words.

"So they're snogging."

Hermione sighed, "Yes Ron, they are snogging."

The Great Hall was buzzing with talk and laughter in the late morning. Ron stared down the Gryffindor table and saw the figure of Remus Lupin sitting at the end of the table. He nudged Hermione in the ribs pointing towards him.

They both set off in his direction, halfway there, however, Hermione froze. "Ron he doesn't...he doesn't have pumpkin juice. Go get that flask." Hermione pointed towards the Ravenclaw table.

"Why that one?" Ron said his voice disbelieving.

Hermione rounded on him glaring intently. "Just do it." And with that she flounced towards Remus. Ron grumbling about girls went to retrieve to flask.

"Remus," Hermione said, settling herself across from him. Remus looked up his grey eyes sparkling as a smile broke across his face. 'Will I ever be able to look at his eyes without blushing?' Hermione thought as the heat crept across her face.

"Hermione, I hope you are feeling better today?"

"Much, yes," Hermione said looking past him and seeing Ron's form coming back.

"No one else knows about my... my condition so please, don't tell anyone. Especially not Harry or..." Hermione said quietly.

"Why'd you want this one anyways," Ron whined, sitting down next to her.

"Ron," Hermione said looking pointedly at Remus.

"Last time I checked I was Ron Weasley, now why did you want this one?" he asked his blue eyes slit in anger. "Hi Professor, why are you here anyway?"

"I had to speak to the Headmaster and he offered to let me stay for the rest of the term. So instead of going back home I decided to stay here for a while. I hope you don't mind." Remus said, smiling at Ron who was now filling his plate up with various foods.

"No, never. So what you been up to lately?" Ron asked before stuffing his face with pudding.

"You know Ron the purpose of lunch is to a variety of food, not just desserts," Hermione pointed out not touching her own plate.

"Where's the fun in that?"

Hermione rolled her eyes as Remus chuckled and continued his conversation with Ron. Hermione shivered as his laugh washed over her. 'What is going on?'

She studied his face as Ron spoke about next years Quidditch schedule since he had been named captain at the beginning of the year. His features were soft and mellow. Her eyes studied the scars on his hands, face, and neck. They only added to his demeanor, Hermione physically jumped.

'I have to stop this. This isn't right, he's... he's…' Hermione found, however, she could not discriminate him in anyway. He was almost perfect to her. Smart, sensitive, caring... 'I have to get out of here now.'

"Hermione, I'm going to go detach Harry and Ginny from themselves. I'll see you back in the common room." Ron said walking off.

She looked over the table at Remus and found him studying her face. She felt the blush creep back to her already inflamed cheeks.

Remus was fairly aware of Ron talking about Quidditch either, that or house fleas. He was to busy trying not to look nervous under Hermione's gaze. She was studying everything about him, her eyes leaving a hot trail down his arms and up and down his face.

"Would you like to go for a walk Hermione," Remus said standing offering her his hand.

Her smile shocked him down to his toes, it was nothing however compared to the feeling of her hand in his. Her hand was so small and fragile in his grip; he subconsciously rubbed circles in her palms. The shudder that traveled her body was not lost to him.

They walked out by the lake, down by Hagrid's house, and all the way to the gates, a comfortable silence between them, an understanding both craved, an understanding of self.

"It's dreadfully hot," Remus said trying to strike up a conversation. He was never one for silence, time was too precious.

"I enjoy the heat; it's so nice compared to the dreary winter that plagues us most of the time here. Even though it makes the atmosphere more cheery, as if Hogwarts were made to be powdered with snow."

Remus chuckled, "You almost sound like you're whining."

Hermione smiled again. 'Remus felt tingles go up his spine when he realized that smile was because of him.

"I'm sorry if I did, I wasn't trying to."

"Nothing to forgive Hermione. I cannot ask you to be anything but what you are, and I am with that." Remus said holding her gaze a little longer than he should have.

Hermione's heart fluttered as he stared into her eyes, it was as if he knew the affect he was having on her. She could almost hear his very heartbeat. In fact because of the Lycanthropy, she probably could.

Hermione so wrapped up in her thoughts didn't acknowledge him reaching out to her arm and drawing her against him.

She looked up at him flustered and caught sight of another student, a young man, sprawled out where she had just been. She looked back at Remus and opened her mouth to thank him and found no sound come forth. Rather than stand there like a codfish she quickly closed her mouth. She inhaled his sweet intoxicating smell; it was a forest after a rain. She felt the tremor pass though his body and his grip on her arm increase.

Remus tried to keep his breathing at a normal rate as he realized all too late what he had done. He had seen the young man coming and him trip on the rut in the ground two feet from Hermione. Pushing her to the side would have just resulted in her falling down, something he was trying to avoid and since either side wasn't an option, he pulled her towards him.

He could feel her breathing increase and felt her heart speed up. Her skin was so soft and her breath felt like a fairy's kiss on his skin. She fit to very contours of his body. It was almost as if she had been proportioned to his size. The temperature around the two went up, 'Considerably up,' Remus mused to himself.

"I apologize...I shouldn't have done that." Remus said noting that she hadn't pulled away yet.

"I'd rather be here anyways."

Remus looked at her face after that little proclamation. A blush spread across her cheeks. "Then on the ground I mean."

"Oh well...of course, I'd rather you be here to."

'What are you doing?' he screamed at himself. 'What you want to,' his subconscious reprimanded.

Hermione finding no excuse to remain in his arms regretfully pulled back.

"Perhaps I should go find Harry and Ron. Where should I meet you Remus?"

Remus snapped out of his daze and looked at her in confusion. "Tomorrow morning, I'm supposed to leave with you."

Remus felt a heat creeping onto his face at his own absence of mind. "Well since it's supposed to be a secret that you're going with me, perhaps after everyone else has left? In the Great Hall at noon per say."

Hermione nodded, "I'll see you tomorrow then, Remus." She stepped forward and gave him a hug. Remus wrapped his arms inhaling her sweet scent. She reached up and kissed his cheek and left towards the Gryffindor dormitories.

Remus rubbed the spot she had kissed, her touch still searing his skin.

A very large smile was still plastered on Hermione's face as she walked back into the common room. Harry and Ron were playing chess. Hermione sighed, 'Is their stuff even packed yet?'

She sat down next to Harry. "Is your stuff even packed yet?"

Harry grinned at her. "It's all folded and packed." Hermione nodded her approval looking over at Ron. Ron's face was flushed to his ears. "Ron?"

"I'll get it packed! I just don't want to right now. Checkmate, care to go again Harry?"

Harry rearranged the pieces on the bored and called first move. "So Hermione, are you packed?"

Hermione opened her mouth to say yes and stopped in mid-breath. Ron laughed as Hermione gave him the look that said ' I am so much more mature than you'. "So what if I'm not?"

"You can't tell me to do something you haven't done yet," Ron pointed out taking one of Harry's knights.

"Fine I'll go do it so I can tell you to."

Hermione opened the door to her bedroom and began gathering up the numerous books that she had lying around and neatly packing them into her trunk.

"Ginny, go get Hermione and meet me and Harry in the Great Hall. I'm hungry," Ron said grabbing his best friend by the sleeve and yanking him out of the portrait hole. Ginny glared at her brother for not even giving her time to answer his stupid question. Ron was always hungry.

She stomped up the stairs and threw the girl's dormitories open. "Hermione!"

Hermione who had, note the word had, been pleasantly sleeping until Ginny had come storming in. "Ginny what's wrong? Has something happened?"

Ginny was shocked at how worn out Hermione looked; she hadn't really been paying a lot of attention to her, with Harry and all. Ginny felt guilt settle in her stomach as she noticed the rather large bags under Hermione's eyes, the fact that she looked as thin as a rail, her hair was a mess, and the absence of the spark in her eyes.

Ginny sat next to her on the bed, "Hermione, what's happened to you?"

Hermione felt a familiar pang in her chest. "What are you talking about?"

"You look dreadful! When was the last time you ate?" Ginny said smoothing her hair.

Hermione was embarrassed when she had to think to remember the last time she ate. "I ate this morning."

"Are you sure, you don't look like it?"

"I'm positive."

"You're lying, come on, let's get you downstairs and get some food in you. You look a fright." Ginny said pulling on Hermione's hand. Hermione felt relieved that Ginny had let be the subject of what was wrong , however, it did not make her feel better.

"Comb your hair and then meet me downstairs, I'll wait for you to go to the Great Hall." Ginny said leaving.

Hermione went to the mirror and she could see why Ginny was so upset. 'It's just because I just woke up.' She thought laying the brush on her bedside table.