A.N. HIya! I back! Hope you guys like the chappie. Oh yeah I wanted your opinions on summat... I have like been captivated by Chronicles of Riddick. I saw Pitch Black and it was.... ok. But I have a story plot in the works for that. Just you guys' readout and what you thought on me maybe, possibly starting a story there.) Enough of my babbling, go on and read. Beware, lot's of fluff ahead!

Disclaimer: None of it's mine, loves.

Snape's cloak swept down the Dungeon's floor with remarkable speeds, 'The stupid female! What was she thinking coming down here! Students could still be up and about.' He searched the Dungeons thoroughly and after finding nothing went to his office to alert Dumbledore. He walked into his office and found her sitting on the floor in front of his fire. She was licking her wounds, a much more primal side of her in control. He stepped towards her slowly hands raised and where she could see them. She hissed as he advanced on her. "Celine, you must get control of yourself."

Her eyes flickered, a sign of some humanity, but it was only a flicker. She had an extensive burn on her arm; obviously Dumbledore had been a bit wrong in his assumptions of her flawless escape. Celine growled low in her throat, flexing her claws into the ground.

"Honestly, I know you don't like me, but is causing me actual physical pain a necessity? Especially after I saved you and Lupin's arse?" Snape said, slowly un-pocketing his wand.

Celine glowered at the Potions Master pulling her feet under herself.

Snape quickly performed a charm to heal her burns before she actually decided to use those fangs/claws she was privy to. She turned to her arms in amazement and then back at the Snape. Her eyes flashed fading back into the dark black, so much like his own. She stared at her arm. "Oh, shit! Severus, I am so sorry! I couldn't help myself, I didn't mean to! I... I'm..."

"Save your apologies. I have thoroughly studied vampires and I know it was beyond your control. You will need to stay here until the sun sets. Dumbledore is having a meeting later, we will have to get you up to his office sooner or later, but for now stay here." Snape said, sitting in the chair behind his desk.

Celine hung her head, curling up in a corner, feeling very put down. 'Honestly what else should you expect from Severus Snape?' she sighed heavily.

"But it is quite alright," came the timid response from the high backed chair in front of the desk.

Her scent wound around him like cords, binding the onslaught of emotions to his memory forever. She held onto him tightly, safely snuggled into his arms. His hands gripped any part of her he could find, not willing to let this feeling slip away again. 'Never again Hermione. Never again. This... I will never let go of this again. My beautiful sprite.' He kissed the tip of her nose gently, relishing in the smile spreading across her face. "My beautiful sprite."

There were no words to express the exchange between them. A slight movement of hand, a smile or two. No where would anyone find anything so magical on the earth, not even at Hogwarts.

"Where do we go from here, Remus?" she asked.

He smiled at her, "Right here's fine for now."

Hermione lifted an eyebrow, "Out in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, alone?"

"True," Remus conceded, grabbing her hand and beginning their journey back to the castle at a rather slow pace.

"So, tell me why you were gone," Hermione said, leaning on his side.

Remus took a deep breath and began, "It was a couple days before I left, I had received a letter addressed to me. Normally this would not have upset me, but when I opened the letter and saw Celine's handwriting, I knew something was wrong. I read the letter, Hermione, I couldn't just leave her. She was going to die if she didn't get any help..."

Celine did her best to not look as desperate as she felt. She tied the letter to her owl's leg, hoping that it got through, it was her last hope. She knew that the Masters knew about her betrayal. Celine had come under the facade of standing for Voldemort, while in truth doing her best to recruit people who might actually want out of it. Although, none seemed to be jumping at her bait.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked, as the owl flew out the window.

"I would have thought that rather obvious," she sneered.

The vampire that was leaning against the wall sneered, "You're new, Celine. You had better watch yourself; I am no one to fuck around with." His heavy American accent punctuating every word. He had light brown hair, with dark green eyes, and if you looked at them just the right way they were black. He had a rather bulky build, muscles galore. A vampire much further along in his years than Celine, thought he looked no older than twenty two.

"Forgive me Lord Deris," she said mockingly.

Deris snarled, advancing on her. "Just because I am not yet in control of this clan, does not mean I will not be at some future time."

"Not now Deris, and until you are I will never kneel." Celine declared.

"You will, I promise, you will kneel. I have all eternity to make you kneel Celine and I'm not one to waste time," Deris smirked, leaving the room.

Only after he had left did Celine allow her fear to show. 'Hurry Remus.'

The marble floors bit harshly into her chin and knees as Celine hit the floor, Deris standing above her. "My Lord Keil, a traitor. She is a spy for Dumbledore."

Keil, a very aged vampire, so old it was visible in his appearance leapt from his chair, his boots landing with a thud by Celine's face. "Are you certain?"

Deris reached down wrapping his hands in Celine's hair and hoisting her up, "Show him what's in your pockets."

"I would if I could get to my pockets, but since you have my hands tied behind my back. I can't go about doing that can I?" she hissed.

Keil lost his patience and put his hand in the front pocket of her floor length jacket and retrieving the items inside. One was a simple dagger; the other was obviously Deris' intention.

'Celine,

I'm on my way."

Keil lifted a questioning eyebrow at Deris, "What is the meaning of this? This proves nothing!"

"Look at the seal My Lord," Deris said confidently.

"If you are wrong Deris, I will not tolerate your or mistakes anymore," Keil hissed. He turned the letter over, realigning the seal. His eyes hardened as he surveyed Celine. "Hogwarts."

Celine was sweating, fighting the hold Deris had on her, and it was time to leave and now. "He plans to overthrow you, to take your throne, Keil. I'm should not be your biggest worry right now."

Deris wrenched her head back at a painful angle, as Celine cried out, "How dare you question my loyalty?!"

Keil turned to Deris, "I will deal with you later, but for now, put her in a cage and throw her outside. The sun will rise in three hours."

Celine's cries died out as they drug her away.

She could feel the heat pounding on her; it wouldn't be too long, only three or four minutes till the sun rose. 'What a fool I was, I should have sent the letter off earlier! Now my mistake will cost me my life.'

A chuckle broke her thoughts, Deris approached, but not too far from the mansion that a hasty retreat could not be made, "I suppose I won't get to make you kneel. I could save you Celine, you could help me overthrow Keil. We would run the clan, together."

Celine glared as bile rose in her throat "Let me die in peace."

Deris growled at her form resting limply against the sides of the cage, but retreated back into the castle.

Celine stared at the horizon, "I always wanted to see the sunrise."

The sun peaked as a million white hot knives stabbed into her body, she gasped at the pain. Crying out she grabbed the sides of the cage, hoping fate would be kind and she would pass out. Within moments the knives sting faded, and the light wasn't so bright anymore, the pain wasn't gone, it was just dulled to a reasonable level.

"Celine."

She looked up and saw Remus standing there, his shadow blocking the sun's rays.

"Remus," she whispered, before passing out.

Remus gathered her body in his arms, careful to keep her in his shadow, he had to hurry, the little protection he offered wasn't going to last.

Deris watched as the man apparated with Celine in his arms. He growled low in his throat.

"Was she destroyed," Keil asked.

"Yes," Deris replied.

"I'll take your word for it, a sign of trust. I hope I have not misplaced it," Keil said putting a hand on Deris' shoulder.

"All we did after that was run," Remus said, his hand still entwined with her's.

Hermione solemnly nodded her head, "I'm sorry I doubted you."

Remus gently squeezed her hand, "It's alright."

Hermione lifted it and kissed their joined hands, blushing at her own actions. Remus smiled, tilting her face towards his and touching his lips to her's. Hermione leaned forward opening her mouth to him as Remus hands slid around to the back of her neck, holding her to him.

He broke away quickly, "It has been three weeks Hermione, and this is neither the place nor the time for that, but I promise later."

Hermione's wicked grin told him all he needed to know. Hermione was looking forward to it. Readjusting his robes he took her hand again, "What's this project you're working on for Dumbledore?"

Hermione instantly went all business, "It was more of my idea. I though that if someone could choose when they wanted to be a werewolf, they would be useful in many things. They would be effective spies, good warriors, and strong allies. What I was working on was a way to keep a person sane while this was happening, in their right mind. I kind of stumbled on the answer, when oxygen is cut off; the changes begin to kick in. Although as you saw from my display in the hall, the werewolf's aggression carries over. I am going to be working on a way to calm them. It may result down just to the personal grit of a person, whether or not they can control their own actions."

Remus processed everything that had been said, "It's a very good theory, just as you could only learn to walk as one but trying. You must consider the possibility that it could be a reflection of the person inside. Hear me out, you were upset and angry that I had left, correct?"

Hermione nodded, feeling slightly sick to her stomach.

"Perhaps the wolf within you was releasing some of it's pent up energy."

"It is a theory," Hermione said shakily.

Remus reassuring squeeze to her hand did help though.

Hermione was seated in the Room of Requirement, watching the Order members pour in. Dumbledore had called a meeting. She was startled when Harry entered with Ginny on his heels. She gaped unbecomingly as the two sat next to her. Ron seated himself next to her, purely on habit. She turned to the raven haired boy, "What is Merlin's name is going on?"

Harry seemed to simmer with the anger he felt, "The Vampires already saw her, and since they're fighting against us, and for Voldemort, we don't have much choice in the matter."

Hermione looked past Harry to see Ginny doing her best not to smile, Hermione was not impressed, "Ginny you don't know what you have gotten yourself into."

Ginny lifted an eyebrow, "Pardon me, but last time I checked, I was the one Riddle took to the Chamber of Secrets, I went to the Department of Mysteries, and I had Lucius Malfoy in my head for almost three months. I have a right to be here."

Hermione blinked and sat back in her seat, 'Well, she shut me up.'

Snape came into the room, Hermione was about to comment on how rather bloated he looked, when he opened his cloak and Celine stepped out, or what she presumed to be Celine. Hermione hadn't seen Celine before.

She listened intently as Celine went to Dumbledore, "I cannot stay long. I must feed, in the Forbidden Forest."

"Of course," Dumbledore said pleasantly, as if discussing the weather.

"I will accompany you," Snape said.

Hermione listened a mite bit closer.

"I don't want you to see that Severus," Celine said darkly.

"I am an expert on vampires, it will be no shock. It is not as if I don't know who you really are. Beside if this is your first feeding in a while you could go primal, and I can subdue you." Severus said, a tone of finality in his voice.

Celine gaped.

'Seems I'm not the only one being shut up tonight,' she thought pleasantly. She hadn't missed the slight change of tone when Severus spoke to Celine. 'The Potions Master struck by Cupid. Miracles never do cease.'

Dumbledore cleared his throat and silence reigned in the room as Severus and Celine took their seats. "The vampires that attacked this morning are most obviously fighting for Voldemort. Vampires fight together, therefore the next conclusion I can draw is we have lost the support of the vampires. As most of you do, I worry for Hogwarts right now. It is becoming increasingly difficult to keep evil from finding it's battle here with us. I took the blame for this, until I realized, I am not the only object that drags their attention. I feel it is a danger to the students. We have not failed in our attempts to keep them safe yet, and I will not take any move to remove the students until when and if that time comes. A time when we can no longer protect the students. Celine, if you will."

Dumbledore stepped back, as Celine stepped forward, "I know the clan I came from. The one from which I was rescued is not going to just let this go. Keil, their leader, is going to go straight to Voldemort. I don't know how to say this other than bluntly. Voldermort isn't just coming for Potter; he's coming for this castle. It won't happen tonight, they are going to be devastated by the losses they suffered this morning. We haven't much time, and until it happens, we must lie low. I will do my utmost to help protect this castle, if that is what you want. I am a vampire, and I can tell you right now I went to this school and no one was victim to my bite. I have nothing much to say, other than, we must wait for the fight to come to us," Celine said, wobbling slightly on her feet.

Severus came up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and supporting her.

"I need to feed," she whispered.

Snape nodded and led her from the room, as the sun began to set.

"Any questions," Dumbledore asked.

He wasn't in the least bit surprised when Draco's hand shot up, "Mister Malfoy?"

Draco pointed a finger at Hermione, "What happened to her?"

Hermione felt a flash of heat as static filled her ears, she went pale and gasped. Remus carefully judged her actions from behind Dumbledore. Harry put a hand on Hermione's back as she trembled.

"Miss Granger," Dumbledore asked.

Hermione stood on shaky legs, 'You had to face the music sometime.' "This morning I lost control on my emotions, and I began to transform."

The room was silent, obviously awaiting more of an explanation.

"Seven months ago I was bitten by a werewolf..."

Some heads turned to Remus with accusatory glares in his direction, other's complete attention was on Hermione.

"An unknown werewolf, it wasn't Remus. I had been working on a theory, that maybe a werewolf could transform, sane, at any point in time they wished. It would basically be a werewolf under the protection of the Woflsbane potion. If this theory proved true. I know that I could be useful, and since I finished my studies I saw nothing wrong with giving it a try." Hermione finished, breathing heavily.

"Thank you," Dumbledore said. "Are there any more questions?"

There were low murmurs, but nothing was voiced.

"Good then, till the next meeting."

Ron patted her back awkwardly, leaving with Harry and Ginny.

Hermione was staring at the ground and wasn't in the least bit surprised when Remus knelt down next to her, "They had to know sometime, love."

"I know, I just... Well that wasn't the way I had planned it to happen at all," she said looking up at him. Most people would call Hermione plain; Remus could find no other word than stunning. Her bright chocolate eyes wide and trusting. She was ethereal.

"Nothing happens the way you plan it. Honestly, six months ago did you see yourself kissing me?" Remus said.

"No, but it's not necessarily a bad thing," she said quietly.

Remus chuckled slightly, taking her hand and standing as Hermione followed suite. He tilted her head, kissing her in plain sight of most everyone. Hermione pulled away quickly, expecting to be met with nasty stares and angry adults. The only people left in the room were McGonagall, Mundungus, and Shacklebolt. She met with knowing stares and encouraging smiles.

Remus arm wrapped around her waist and guided her from the room, back to the Library. As soon as their door was closed Hermione felt herself pushed up against a door as Remus pushed his mouth against her's. "I want to show you how much I love you," he whispered as his hands ran reverently on her body.

(Yo Guys Lemon Starts Here. If It Squicks, Don't Read.)

Hermione sighed softly, enjoying this rather aggressive side of Remus coming out. She didn't want candle light and roses. She wanted to be reassured she was loved and wanted, and Remus was not slacking at all.

The silky textures of her skin under his hands had Remus on cloud nine. His hands slid up under the hem of her shirt, pulling it over head currently ignoring the sound of buttons being popped off the shirt. His hand started a slow trek from her shoulder sliding down her chest, over a breast, a peaked nipple, down the plains of her stomach to unfasten the button on her skirt. Hermione's hands met his and helped him slide the garment over her hips and down her legs.

"You're wearing too many clothes," she whispered huskily in his ear.

"Am I?" he whispered back, nibbling slightly on her ear.

Hermione moaned, sliding her fingers down the crease in his robes till she found the button, unfastening it and pushing the threadbare cloth from his shoulders. Remus locked eyes with her, simply letting her work. She hooked a finger in his shirt, sliding the finger down undoing the buttons as he went. She stepped up to him, her fingers making quick work of the button of his trousers.

She took his hand and led him to the bed, kissing his fingers gently. "Lay on your stomach," she said, with a sparkle on in her eyes.

Remus quirked an eyebrow, but did as he was bid. Hermione sat down next to him, rubbing oil into her hands; she lifted her hands to his back and began to rub. Remus hissed as Hermione watched the play of muscles in his back.

The simple back rub she had intended became something much more as he responded to her touch. She had known that she loved Remus, very well in fact, but the sheer reality of it hit her as his body and mind responded to her caresses.

Remus sat up as her hands stilled, "Love?"

Hermione smiled leaning in to him, "You know I love you right?"

Remus pulled her to him, ravishing her mouth. His hands went to the strap of her bra, and undoing the latch. Hermione removed the garment crawling into his lap. Remus moaned at the overdrive of the feeling of her bare chest pressed against her's. She relished the sound, grinding her hips against his.

Remus seemed to be lacking in control that evening. He flipped their positions hooking his thumbs on her panties, sliding the down her hips, his boxers following the same fate soon after.

There was a slight pause in their lovemaking as Remus ran a finger down her cheek. His eyes were bright as stared down into her's. Hermione smiled a lazy smile; her face flushed with arousal and brought a hand up to cover his.

He settled between her legs, positioning himself. He kissed her gently sliding into her depths. Hermione moaned arching up, taking him deeper within her.

He set a pace, with long deep languid strokes pulling unbidden moans from Hermione. All his pent up frustration from the past few weeks draining away with each shock of pleasure. Hands slid over sweat slicked skin, moans mingled with a heat radiating from the two.

Soft whispers of love as a mouth slid over soft skin. The soft sound of skin hitting skin warred with lips entwined in the perfect moment of ecstasy, where one body could not be told from the other. The moment where two souls inevitably joined.

(Yo Guys Lemon Ends Here! So If Ya Skipped It You Can Start Reading Again.)

Remus stroked the hair out of her face, as she lay beneath him, arms still locked around his back. He lay down next to her, pulling her body flush against his.

"Sleep Hermione. I promise I'll be here when you wake up."

Hermione smiled against her lover's chest, she knew he would be there.

A.N. LALALA! So yeah, not sure how this chappie turned out so.... review and tell me ok?