A.N. I was really not happy with how the last chappie turned out, so decided to write another, to try and make up for/compensate for the last chapter… And don't worry guys; Remus will make an appearance soon.
(YOU GUYS SLIGHT LEMON HERE SO, DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!)
A gentle hand slid down the curve of her hip, as grey eyes shone love through.
She felt tears prick her eyes. 'He's back, oh Merlin, he's back!'
She held him close. "Remus, you're back! Why'd you go?"
Remus chuckled softly, the noise sounding a bit far away. "I simply had to help a friend with a problem. I'll never leave again Hermione."
He kissed her gently, rocking her in his arms.
Hermione sighed contentedly pulling him farther into the kiss, as she wrapped her arms around his waist. His lips trailed gently up her neck, hands gliding with free reign over her body. Both stopped on her rear and pulled her lower half tightly up against his.
Hermione moaned, resting her head on his shoulder. She felt her heart almost burst with the passion she felt for him, reducing Ron's smiles and gentle gestures to child's play. Ron when compared to Remus was no more than a boy, and the thought of Remus drove Ron quickly from her mind.
"I love you so much Hermione," Remus whispered as his hands slid through her hair and he covered her form with his on the bed.
She undid the first couple buttons on his shirt, kissing the exposed skin it left. Trailing her tongue along his shoulder and continuing her quest. They switched positions as Hermione sat on his waist, worshipping his chest with her mouth and hands.
His moans were music to her ears, and his hands were a god-send.
"Hermione," he moaned arching up into her.
(YO GUYS LEMON ENDS HERE SO YOU CAN KEEP READING IF YOU WANT!)
"Hermione wake up!" Ron practically yelled. He had become nervous when she had groaned in her sleep; it was like she was in pain or something. She had fallen asleep on his shoulder at dinner.
Hermione's eyes flew open, her face thoroughly flushed. She turned to him frantically, "Did I say anything?"
"No, but are you ok? You didn't sound too happy…" he said, shifting in his seat.
Her face flushed three shades brighter. "I stubbed my toe on a dresser drawer. I was looking for my books, in the dream," she lied quickly. Having Ron know about that particular dream was going to do her no good, especially with how he was acting.
She settled back down into his embrace. She and Ron had reached a rather awkward agreement; they both knew there had always been some element of attraction between them. So presently to keep her mind away from Remus she had been spending most, if not all, of her time with him. When Ron was being himself, yes, she could forget, but as soon as he left, Remus was everything that surrounded her again.
And they both knew that she couldn't be with Ron twenty-four seven. Every time he left, she was trapped in a world of Remus. 'I really try to forget, I really do. Remus, however, is not something one can just forget. He was my mate, and my other half, and I cannot forget. Although we all must do things we don't want in life, perhaps my task is to forget him…'
It had been two and a half weeks since he had left, and Hermione had had a devilish plan concocted in her head for almost three days.
Dumbledore heard a gentle knock on his door. "Enter."
Hermione timidly stepped in.
"Ahh, Miss Granger, what can I do for you? Was your transformation last week pleasant?" Dumbledore asked.
Hermione raised her eyebrows at the aging Professor. "As wonderful as a transformation can be Headmaster. I was wondering if you would possibly know where Remus had gone."
Dumbledore's visage fell only slightly. "Hermione, I can't tell you that. He swore me to secrecy."
"Because he did not want me to follow?" she asked.
"Not only that, it was also a mission for the Order," He said
realizing his mistake after it left his mouth.
"I'm in the Order now; can't I ask what his mission was?"
Dumbledore sighed, "Have a seat Miss Granger. Before I begin, I forbid you to leave the castle grounds. Is that in any way unclear?"
"I understand," She said, taking her seat and looking at the Professor with rapt attention.
"We received an owl from one of our correspondents in Romania. She was in dire need of help. She, Celine, is a vampire, but still a good soul. She was working with the Order to have the vampires see things our way; they would be more than useful against the Dementors. The Dementors cannot feel the vampires, because the vampires are of the same essence as them, feeding off the living to sustain themselves. She however got in a spot of trouble when the clan of vampires turned on her. No matter whether she was vampire or not… So she sent for aid
while in hiding. Remus went to save her. They went to school together and had they not been what they were, vampire and werewolf, they would have been more… but alas they weren't."
Hermione paled, "How dangerous is this mission?"
"He was heading up against a clan of vampires, consisting of at least fifteen of them on his own, he insisted on no help." Dumbledore paused. "He did not leave because of you. Yes, he felt guilty about being in love with a girl half his age if not more. Don't give me thatlook; it was obvious about you two. He felt he owed something to Celine. Truthfully enough, he did," Dumbledore said simply.
Hermione was fuming, "But does he owe her his life?! Did he even stop to think about me when he left? Why did he go? Did I upset him?"
Dumbledore held his hands up for silence. "These are question only he can answer."
"I know, and he ran off," Hermione said quietly, a dangerous glint floating across her eyes. "You said I already had enough to graduate, that all I had to do was take the NEWTs correct?"
"I never said such a thing, but yes it's true, I believe it was
Professor McGonagall that told you that." His eyes were calculating, trying to read her motives.
"May I… May I take them now?"
"What do you plan to do afterwards?" Dumbledore asked.
"I want to learn Occlumency."
That question made Dumbledore lift his eyebrows. "Why?"
"Tell me honestly Professor, if I can learn anything else from staying where I am. I don't think I can, and I am usually right. If I trained beyond all that, beyond the text books, if I learned the advanced things wouldn't I be of more use?" She was being timid, and unusually quiet about her demands, as if not sure about her decisions herself.
"I doubt you can learn anything more from a text book Hermione, but still I must ask why you want to be of such use to the Order? As a Gryffindor I expect loyalty, but I don't ask you devote your entire being to helping the Order." Dumbledore said truly interested, she was being rather precocious about things lately.
"I have lost the urge to learn, and I see Occlumency and other
advanced things, such as a werewolf being able to transform whenever they see fit as a challenge, and I wish to pursue those things." She said, raising her chin proudly. Dumbledore looked mildly shocked. "A werewolf won't be recognized for whom they are, and if I am trained in Occlumency I believe I would be able to keep a sane mind, instead of having to use the Wolfsbane potion. You would have a rather effective weapon, and a spy to boot. Werewolves are very agile and can remain silent. I have followed through on the process and I truly think that I would be able to greatly contribute to the Order."
Dumbledore blinked, as far as he could tell her theories could prove true, and if true then useful, but still, that left Hermione in a rather tight spot. "I can't ask that of you. You would be attempting something that would have never been attempted before. There are inherent risks with that fact. Also you are underage."
"I'll be eighteen in two weeks. So then, the risks I take are my own," She said defiantly. Dumbledore was not going to tell her no, not this time.
Dumbledore watched her intensely. 'There is something else to this. I do not like the prospect of not understanding.'
"I don't want to dream anymore, I want my books back. I want my simple life back, I don't want to have to worry about what he's doing, or what's happening to him, and if this is the only way, so be it. May I please take the NEWTs early sir?"
"I do not like this, but for your sake. I will allow it. If I see any
signs of fatigue or any backfires from this experiment Hermione, I will cancel it and you will stay here as an assistant teacher. I cannot allow you off the grounds with Voldermort hounding us so," Dumbledore said firmly.
Hermione smiled, "Yes sir."
"After you have taken your NEWTs you will select a place for your experiment, I want it out of sight, and not where many people go. You will have full access to Hogwarts and all her contents. I will have Professor McGonagall inform you of your testing time. Begin studying for your exams. Good day," Dumbledore said, turning back to his papers.
Hermione fought her smile the entire way out of his office. "Good day Professor." She closed the door to his office and walked gleefully down the stairs. Although Dumbledore had not been happy with her plan; he was going to let her do it. 'And as long as I don't step on anyone's toes. I can actually pull this off.'
A very stony faced Professor McGonagall stood in front of her later that evening. "You will be required to move out of the Head dormitories and the Headship will be given to another student. Unfortunately there is only one room in the castle left that's not in the Dungeon. It was where Remus stayed and it is the only room left."
Hermione frowned, but as Dumbledore's previous words danced through her mind, she quickly schooled her features. "Yes Ma'am."
"Get your wand and follow me, we have to speak with Severus. I suppose some kind of potion will be involved in all this?" McGonagall said, sweeping from Hermione's bedroom.
Hermione nodded and followed.
"The house elves will be moving your things tonight and the password into the portrait is still the same," McGonagall snapped.
Hermione wondered why all the teachers were being so brisk with her. All she was trying to do was help… "Professor?" she asked timidly.
"Yes?" McGonagall said as she knocked on Snape's office door.
"Why are you angry with me?"
McGonagall sighed, "I am not angry with you, I am simply angry at the world for dragging you into this at such a young age… You deserve more than just Hogwarts Hermione; you deserve schools around the world."
"Haven't you been to all of them? Could you teach me?"
McGonagall looked at her thoughtfully. "I will consider it, for now, we must get you the assets you need."
The door to the office opened, upon seeing McGonagall, he stepped aside, rather unwillingly allowing the pair of Gryffindors in.
"What can I help you with?" he asked in a silky voice.
Professor McGonagall briefly explained the situation to Snape, who only under threat of death agreed to allow Hermione full access to the potions stores.
'Now all I have to do is tell Harry and Ron.'
Griever looked at the young girl as she walked in. Her things had been moved earlier, the man would be worried. The man had come to him, asking to take care of his mate while he was gone, to watch over her so that no harm came to her. "Hermione, where are you going?"
"Oh. I have to go somewhere else," She said looking under the bed for her currently missing cat.
"May I follow you? Your mate will be worried about you."
Hermione dropped the comforter. "How do you know about Remus?"
The lion sat down. "He came to me and asked me to take care of you. So, according to his instructions, I must follow you."
"Do you have contact with him?" Hermione asked, moving closer to the wall.
"I do."
"How?"
"That is not of your concern. I am simply to follow you," Griever said, twirling his tail in the air.
"If it's what Remus wants. Then you can, I'm sure I'll have need of your help by the end of this mess I've gotten myself into," Hermione said, giving the wall lion a rather odd look. "Tell him I said that I miss him."
Griever bowed. "I will my lady."
A.N. so yeah, I had to make up for the last chapter. It was horrible, I was contemplating taking it down. I dunno, I still might, not right now though. So enjoy loves and as always R&R.