"Sweater Weather"
Disclaimer: ok, I do not own Hermione or Lupin but I coined the term "sweater weather". LOL.
Chapter one:
Professor Remus Lupin sat in his office on Christmas Eve. He had no time for dining with the other teachers or enjoying himself. The full moon was the day after Christmas and if he hoped to get any work done, he'd have to do it now. He'd be useless all next week.
Just as he was thinking of taking a break, he heard a knock on the door. A shy, feeble knock.
"Come in." he called.
Hermione Granger, one of his third year students, walked in. he was mildly surprised but glad for a reason to stop working. He sat back in his chair and addressed her. "Yes Hermione? Do you have a question?"
"Um, no sir. I just wanted to……um………give you this." She tossed a medium sized wrapped package onto his desk. It hit his papers with a soft thud.
"Hermione, you did not have to get me a gift!"
"I know, sir……I…um….wanted to." For the first time since she had entered, she looked at him. Remus saw that she was blushing.
"Well, thank you Hermione. Thank you. What is it?"
She smiled and looked down again. "Open it."
Remus reached for the package and felt a reminder of what it was like to be a child on Christmas morning. He tore the paper off to reveal a soft, brown sweater.He smiled.
"I….I …..got it for you in Hogsmeade…..I thought you might like it. After all, it is sweater weather."
"Thank you Hermione. I love it."
She blushed again and said sheepishly, "Try it on."
Remus obliged and took off his blazer. As he pulled the sweater on, it ruffled his hair a little. He straightened the sweater once it was over his head and stood up, as if for inspection.
"It looks lovely." She said, beaming at him.
"Thanks. But, why? Why did you get it for me?"
"Well, I, you're my favorite teacher and I………well I thought you deserved it and…"
She trailed off and Remus walked toward her, around his desk. As he came near, Hermione felt her heart beating faster. He enveloped her in a warm, welcoming hug. She leaned into his chest, smelling the new sweater and that clean, soap smell Remus always had about him. She would never forget this moment.
When Remus let her go, he smiled down into her brown eyes and he looked up into his hazel ones. He got chills up his spine as she fixed him with that gaze and was suddenly glad he was wearing the sweater. "You're right." He said. "It is sweater weather."
A/N: this should probably be a one-shot but I have more written. So, depending on if you like it or not I'll post the rest. The only way I can know if ya like it is if ya review!