A.N. Hey guys I back. I'd like to thank you guys for all the wonderful reviews. So to satiate all you weirdoes there will be a lemon in the chapter! So no more complaining you got that... just kidding. And don't blame me if it's bad. Well ok, you can blame me, I'll probably suck at lemons, anyways enjoy...

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Hermione leaned back on the bench yawning, her head gently resting on Ron's shoulder. "What's wrong 'Mione?" Ron asked, as he shifted his weight so he could support hers.

"I'm just tired," she said with a soft smile.

"Your always tired now a days. How come? I mean... Hey, you never told me what you had to tell Professor Lupin on the platform Miss 'I'll be there in a minute'," Harry said as his eyes scanned the Hall before landing on Hermione.

"Oh, that... I had to tell him... that... I'd miss him and," Hermione's cheeks burned scarlet. "Well, I couldn't leave him without giving him a kiss goodbye."

"S'cuze me?" Ron asked lifting her and turning her towards him.

Hermione squeaked as her arms immediately grabbed a purchase on the table as she was lifted and turned without any help from said girl. 'Good Lord he got strong! Since when can he lift me and turn me without even blinking?'

"We got er... rather close over the summer."

"Hermione you do realize he is old enough to be your father," Harry said sternly.

"I am fully aware of that, yes. But, he's just... he's what I want Harry. And... I think I can make my own decisions. Even though I'm young and all..." Hermione nearly bit down on Ron's hand as he covered her mouth with it.

"If that's what you want, I'm fine with it," he said his lips forming a half smile.

"But, he's older... That's not right, I mean it's just... not how it's supposed to be," Harry said.

Harry's disposition was putting more of a frown on Hermione's face. Ron fantasized about knocking some sense into him, literally. If Hermione fancied being with another man, whether he was older or not, then that was her choice to make not his. Harry was being unfair.

"Well I'm happy for her," Ginny said sipping her pumpkin juice. Ron beamed at his sister and a grateful smile graced Hermione's lips.

Harry sighed, "Well, if you're happy, then... I'm happy for you." Although Harry's words were not completely true, Hermione was relieved that there would not be a problem and that Harry was willing to accept her relationship with Remus.

Everyone's attentions turned to Dumbledore as he stood. "Now that all our bellies have been filled and we have rejoined a old friends and made new, let us all adjourn to our separate common rooms for a bit of sleep before tomorrows studies begin. And if I could see Ms. Hermione Granger and Mr. Draco Malfoy please. Everyone else, sweet dreams and goodnight."

Hermione gave a quizzical look to her friends before walking to meet Dumbledore.

"Professor, is there something wrong?"

"Are you really that dense, did you not receive the letter?" Malfoy asked sneering.

"Hermione you were made Head Girl, and Draco was made Head Boy." Dumbledore said gently. "You two will share a Dormitory. It is by the Library," Hermione's eyes lit up as Draco rolled his eyes. "... Take a left next to the Library doors and the portrait of the Headless Hunt, the password is icicles."

"Draco you may go, I need to talk to Hermione about your position among other things." Dumbledore said patting his shoulder.

Draco pulled away. "What if she tells someone? I don't trust her."

"I do Draco, she will not tell a soul."

Draco left mumbling about "Crazy old geezer."

"Professor?" Hermione said looking at Draco's back. 'I am officially confused. What is he talking about? Does Malfoy have a disease that could kill me if I get too close or something?'

"Please follow me and all will be explained."

Dumbledore quietly shut the door to his office and threw up a silencing charm.

"Mr. Malfoy has agreed to join the Order as a spy."

"WHAT! I mean, Professor, he's not to be trusted. His father is practically Voldemort's right hand man. Especially since he escaped, he could be more trouble than help." Hermione said feeling like she should take the nearest solid object and smack Dumbledore upside the head with it.

"And not a word about how he is risking his life, or how he could be put into severe danger," Dumbledore said settling behind his desk. "I trust him, that is all you need to be worry about. However, if you don't quit being so vibrant about making complaints I'll be forced to reconsider letting you, Harry, and Ron join the Order."

"But he is... Your letting us join the Order?" Hermione said stumbling over her words, sounding very un-Hermione like.

"I have no choice. Lucius Malfoy escaped because the Dementors have joined Voldemort again. They just have not done it publicly; they are slowly letting all the prisoners escape. The Order does not have enough forces to hold back all of Azkaban. I apologize for pulling you three into this, I have no other options."

"What about Ginny?" Hermione asked having the slight notion she was pushing her luck.

"Ginny Weasley is too young, I also promised Arthur I wouldn't. He realized with Ron being Harry's best friend there was no way to hold him back. I do hope this does not cause Molly or Arthur anymore stress than can be spared." Dumbledore said. Hermione suddenly noticed how tired he looked, pity flowed through her system.

"I need you to go retrieve Harry and Ron, return here as soon as possible," he said resting his head in his hands. "And may the fates forgive me for this. The password to my office is sweets divine, I've become rather attached to it."

Hermione slipped out of the office. Only then did she allow a smile to creep across her face. She felt truly sorry for Dumbledore, she really did. But now she was finally going to be able to do something in this war. Not just sit on her rump and look pretty.

Hermione spotted Neville in the hallways. "Hey Neville, what's the password to the common room?"

Neville smiled, "Never thought I'd see the day when you had to ask me for an answer of any sort."

Hermione smiled. "It is odd isn't it? Now what is it?"

"Chivalry."

"Harry, Ron!" Hermione boomed up the boy's staircase. "Get down here right now!"

A very peeved looking Ron appeared at the top of the staircase. "What the bloody hell do you want? Sound like a bloody banshee yelling for her slaves," he said peevishly.

Hermione smiled as Harry appeared. "Got that right. Now come on. We have to go," she said.

Hermione ran back to the portrait hole, throwing it open in her haste. She was deftly aware of Harry and Ron's footsteps pounding behind her.

"Hermione stop, you damn sprite!" Harry said as he grabbed her arm.

"That's the second person that has called me a sprite! I guess it must be true," she laughed bouncing out of his grasp and sprinting to Dumbledore's office again.

"Insufferable female," Ron yelled from behind her.

Hermione giggled as her pace increased. As she reached the gargoyle to Dumbledore's office Harry stood in front of her. "Seriously Hermione, what is going on?" he queried.

Hermione leaned up to his ear and whispered, "Dumbledore is inducting us into the Order."

"Tell Ron," Harry said, his tone grave. Hermione gave him a quizzical look. "Why the long face?" she questioned.

"Things must be really bad if he is bending his own morals," he said, his head down.

"S'cuze me," Ron said, tapping his foot.

"Oh, ooops," Hermione repeated the same process with Ron as she had done with Harry.

"Really? Finally. I thought he was never gonna let us," Ron said, smiling. His eyes traveled to Harry. "Oh come on mate, now we won't be so useless anymore!"

Harry's face did lighten at the prospect. "What's the password?" he asked.

"Sweets divine."

Dumbledore looked up as the trio returned. 'They were such children... but now... Now, they are what is left of the world's hope. I pray to the powers that be that they make it through this.'

"Dumbledore," Harry said his knowing smile as he inclined his head staring directly into his eyes. 'Perhaps Snape trained him in Occlumency a bit too well,' Dumbledore thought amusedly.

Ron beamed at the old man, his heart pounding in his chest. Pride gleamed on his face. "Professor," he said smiling.

Hermione smiled behind the two. 'I feel like I could own the world. It's time to prove my worth, and I will. I promise I will,' she thought, determinately.

Someone cleared their throat from the shadows. The three spun to see Remus leaning up against a wall. "I am here to be a witness." His voice was strangled and tight.

Dumbledore began talking to Harry and Ron so Hermione slinked off to Remus.

"What's wrong?" she asked as she stood before him.

"I fear for your safety, all of your safety. You are too young and too willing. I don't want you three to be destroyed by what you see. So young," he said running a finger across her cheek.

"If I am old enough to know who I... who I love, then, then I'm old enough to know what I believe in and what I will do to defend those beliefs." Hermione said as she looked away. 'And why did I just tell him that?'

Remus lifted her face. "Love?"

Hermione slowly nodded.

Remus swallowed heavily, "Then so be it, but I will be by your side. I swear it Hermione. Although I do not deserve your love, nor do I deserve to love you the way I do." he said gently.

"No one deserves it more," she reached up and kissed him.

"Go on, Dumbledore is waiting." Remus said with a smile. He kissed the tip of her nose, and Hermione turned back to Dumbledore and the others.

She stood on Harry's left side while Ron stood on the right. "Harry James Potter. Do you swear yourself to help the Order of the Phoenix and protect its secrets? To fight Voldemort in any way asked?"

"I swear." Harry's face was pale, sweat covered his brow, but his voice was strong. His will was set.

"Ronald Charles Weasley. Do you swear yourself to help the Order of the Phoenix and protect its secrets? To fight Voldemort in any way asked?"

"I swear," Ron said as he smiled a smile that could only be described as devious.

"Hermione Marie Granger. Do you swear yourself to help the Order of the Phoenix and protect its secrets? To fight Voldemort in any way asked?"

"I swear." Remus eyes closed in fear at the far corner of the room in fear. "What have we done?"

"Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger, you are now members of the Order of the Phoenix."

Remus sat heavily in the Restricted Section of the library. 'Why do I feel so horrible?'

'Because you just damned three innocent souls,' his subconscious said disgust pouring from every syllable.

He stared out the nearest window as the stars lit up the night sky. 'We just turned the stars out is what we did.'

Hermione was presently walking towards her Head Dormitory that she shared with Draco. When she noticed the Library door open a bit. She went to close it when she saw the table inside ripple.

'I know that, that's an invisibility cloak. And Harry's in his dormitory.'

She slipped in behind the character listening for the soft pad of footsteps. After about three steps she lost them. Her search however was renewed when the restricted section gate opened and to her surprise remained that way.

She followed as quietly as she could, looking through the rows of the Restricted section. Her breath caught in her throat. He was sitting there bathing in the moonlight, his gray eyes seemed as if the disappeared in the light.

He was sitting on a shelf outcropping, his foot propped up on the opposite outcropping.

"Is it rude to call a man beautiful? Because, Merlin, you are." Hermione said leaning up against the bookshelf edge without entering the row.

Remus turned towards her. "Not coming from you love, not at all."

He sighed, "I feel like a murderer."

Hermione walked up to him, "You are no murderer. We haven't even been hurt yet."

"Yet being the key word in all that," he said disdainfully

Hermione sighed, "That isn't what I meant. It would have happened anyway, it just happened sooner than everyone thought it was going to. No one is to blame except the cards that were dealt to us. I wanted it Remus, I want to help."

Remus turned away from her. "I can watch anyone in the Order die and know I would be able to go on afterwards. But you, I don't want to loose one of the last dreams I have left. Forgive me for being selfish, it's just something I can't help but do around you."

Hermione felt as if a veil was lifted from her eyes. Good faithful Remus, he had lost everything, James, Sirius, Lily, and Peter had betrayed him. "Remus."

She sat next to him wrapping her arms around him. "I shall do my best Remus. I love you."

Remus wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his head in her neck, holding onto her as if she would just fly away.

Hermione made a decision, she loved him, so why not? She thought about the prospect and she felt a pang somewhere near her heart, but it was a good pang. It was a pang of love.

Hermione gently lifted his face and kissed his lips gently.

She took his hand and intertwined their fingers, partly to keep herself from shaking, as her other hand trailing gently down his chest.

Remus broke the kiss. "You're shaking."

Hermione nodded as she bit her bottom lip. "I... I want to give you something."

Remus' face softened. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"But I want to."

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Remus opened his mouth to argue when Hermione quickly covered it with her own. His tongue slipped into her mouth caressing it lovingly. Hermione felt a shock down to her toes at his gentleness. 'Merlin.'

His hands fell to the back of her neck as he slid off the outcropping to stand in front of her. Her hands rested on his thighs, her shaking still prominent. His hand traveled from the back of her neck, to her shoulder, down between the valley of her breasts, and under her knees.

He lifted her into her arms without breaking the kiss. He walked all of three feet before coming to a portrait. He broke the kiss as her lips trailed down his neck, leaving shivers in their wake. Her fingers quickly undid the buttons on his shirt as she gently bit at the exposed flesh.

"Oh Merlin, sugarplums," Remus said as his knees trembled under her ministrations.

The portrait slid aside to reveal a small bedroom with an adjoining room Hermione could only guess to be the bathroom. Remus gently put her feet on the ground. Hermione supported herself as she suckled on one of his nipples. Remus inhaled in a hiss though his teeth.

"You know," she said lightly as he flipped their positions pinning her to a wall. "Dumbledore does think up odd passwords."

"I could care less about Dumbledore and his unearthly obsession with candy right now." Remus said as lifting his head to hers. Hermione fought to keep down a gasp. His eyes had almost melted away to pure silver.

Hermione smiled deviously and pushed the shirt off his shoulders, while kicking her shoes off. Her fingers left trails of fire across Remus's skin. His fingers touched the hem of her skirt pulling gently at the material of her shirt.

Hermione willed herself to stop shaking and raised her arms. She looked down as her shirt landed with Remus' on the floor. Her cheeks flamed and the ache in her belly for the moment disappeared.

Remus smiled at her antics, 'How could she not think she's beautiful.' He lifted her face. "Beautiful, Hermione, so beautiful. And all mine."

Hermione smiled and looked up at him, the ache in her stomach returning in full force as she saw the look in his eyes. It was a mixture of lust and endearment, but his love sparkled through both. Hermione felt her heart flatten in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak and found no words to convey how she felt. So she kissed him pouring everything she felt into it.

Remus groaned as he once again lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed.

"Shh, let me show you," he said as he laid her down. "Close your eyes." Hermione dutifully obeyed.

He gently kissed her jaw line his hands taking hers into their embrace. He trailed both of their hands to the waistband of her skirt. Hermione undid the button as he pushed it down her legs.

Her body clad in nothing but black lace, Remus felt his erection become painful behind his pants restrictions. 'No this is about her. I can wait.'

Hermione felt his eyes rake up and down her body as fear began to show its face. "Hermione... your... your perfect."

Hermione knew that her cheeks were going to have third degree burns tomorrow. A giant smile covered her face. He kissed her navel slowly traveling up her body till he returned the favor to her nipples, through her bra fabric, that she had bestowed upon him earlier.

Hermione moaned arching her back, displaying her body for him. Remus bit his lip at the sight.

He laid down next her his skin touching hers. "Now open your eyes," he said stroking her cheek.

Her eyes lazily slid open and she turned to face him. A smile lit up her face, "Your overdressed."

"Am I?"

"Very," Hermione mumbled her fingers once again touching him. She undid the button to his pants and slid the zipper down. Remus gasped at the pressure against his arousal.

He pushed the pants off his hips, while kicking his shoes off. He stared into her eyes still stroking her cheek. "You sure about this?"

"Positive." She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She slid it off avoiding looking at him. Remus rolled towards her kissing them gently. Smiling at the reactions his ministrations elicited. She groaned tangling her hands in his hair.

He rolled over her, and she parted her legs eagerly. Remus chuckled as he put a hand on her back rolling them both on their sides. He looked up at her honesty once again shinning through his eyes as his hands slid her panties down her hips. She snapped the waistband of his boxers once her panties were off.

Remus laughed heartily throwing his head back. "Insatiable sprite."

"Got that right."

Remus pulled off his boxers as Hermione surveyed him. 'That's got to fit in me. Oh dear.'

He rolled them back over again as he settled himself between her legs again. Hermione sealed her eyes shut and her body went rigid as she felt him against her folds. She had read enough books to know that this was going to be less than pleasant.

"Relax Hermione, I will be gentle, but it will hurt more if you don't relax." Remus said as he rubbed her temples. "I love you."

Hermione relaxed underneath him cupping his face in her hands. He gently grasped himself and slid inside her moist body. Hermione hissed out in pain and pleasure. 'God, he's so big.'

Remus was sure he was going to bite a hole in his lip from trying to control himself. He paused when he hit her barrier. Hermione exhaled a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Remus took her face in his hands copying her own movements as he kissed her fiercely trying to distract her from as much pain as possible.

He pushed forward and swallowed her cry as he broke through her barrier. He released her mouth and wiped away the tear that had fallen from her eye. "Gods, I love you so much." She whispered.

Remus moaned as her words ripped at his heartstrings enhancing his obvious arousal. He forced himself to still as her body adjusted to his size.

Hermione experimentally moved her hips; she felt so full, a new, wonderful feeling. Remus moaned and sucked on her neck moving ever so slightly.

Hermione moaned arching her back without thinking. Remus lost control for a moment slamming into her depths. "Merlin, Hermione you're so tight."

He was mildly surprised when Hermione's legs wrapped around his waist. "Show me how to move."

Remus took hold of her hips and moved them in time with his. "Ahhh... Gods, Hermione." He moved his mouth over hers dominating her mouth pushing past her lips to stroke every inch of her mouth.

Hermione moaned into his mouth as their rhythm increased. "My stomachs on fire."

Remus took her hands and held them over her head as his groin twisted into a knot. His hand slipped between them to rub the nub he knew would send her over the edge. He flicked his thumb over it and kissed her mouth to swallow the near scream that followed. Her walls began to clamp down on him, as Remus moaned into her mouth. He rubbed against it again more quickly and harder.

Hermione broke away from the kiss as she panted and slammed against his hips harder. Remus matched her pace as the knot grew even tighter. Hermione's walls increased their efforts of flattening his erection. Remus cried out as he began to spill his essence within her. Hermione milked him for all he was worth, moving with him till he had given her everything.

They collapsed a sweaty mess of legs and arms. Remus lifted his weight off of her and settled next to her.

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"I love you Remus," Hermione said as she snuggled up to him. Remus smiled playing with her hair.

He reached up and grabbed a pillow and slid it under his head and pulling her closer so her head did as well. He gazed into her eyes running his hand down her cheek. Her face covered in sweat, her eyelids were already drooping, and her hand traced lazy circles on his chest.

"And I love you my little sprite."

A.N. Don't give me that look I warned you I suck at lemons. No pun intended so anyways tell me what you guys think. And I apologize if it is as bad as I think it is. I'm going to go find my Kevlar now. And thanks to my wonderful beta KasKarAce forgive me for putting you through such tortures as betaing a lemon. I beg your forgiveness.

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