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Sometimes Its Not So Easy To Be The Teachers Pet

Her friends are so jealous

You know how bad girls get

Sometimes it's not so easy

To be the teachers pet

Students filed into Professor Lupin's classroom, quickly taking their seats and placing their books on their tables, chattering in loud voices with their friends. Lavender and Parvati seated themselves across the row from Hermione, Ron and Harry. Their loud giggling and gossiping was staring to invite a throbbing in Hermione's temple. She caught snippets of their gossip, while wishing for the bell to ring so they would all shut up.

"I read up Jason's and Erika's astrological match yesterday, it's no wonder why that relationship went under!" Parvati and Lavender giggled at that, as if sharing an inside joke with Lavender.

"Ofcourse, you were the one who made it turn out that way Parvati!" they both giggled crazily at that statement.

"You know I had to! Their relationship was forecasted for disaster! The movement and crossing of Venus and Jupiter was all wrong! I wasn't that bad…" Parvati sneered.

"Or were you?" Lavender shot back with a sly grin. "Come on Parvati, more like you hate Erika! You never even told me all the details of what happened that night!"

Parvati's dark brown eyes gleamed as she started to retell the night's events to her friend. Hermione's mind drifted away from the two girls conversation, she wasn't really to keen on finding out what exactly happened that night with this Jason and Parvati.

Her mind drifted instead, to what events that occurred the previous night with Remus and her. It had been so sudden, so…delicious. Hermione furiously shook her head at that, no, no she wasn't about to start thinking about her teacher that way again. She had to stop before something else happened; it was dangerous, not only for herself, but much more for Remus. Not only could Remus lose his job, which is what was probably keeping him alive, but he could also lose Harry's and Ron's and the entire Weasleys and Dumbledore's trust. She definitely didn't want that to happen, that would be the most horrible thing she could do to him, even more than deny him…or herself.

Besides, it didn't even mean anything! Hermione understood that sometimes people lost control and feel the need to distract them with something else. This time the distraction had been her. She didn't mind being the distraction this time because of who the man was. Remus deserved some understanding; he didn't get a whole lot of it. He didn't get a whole lot of respect, jobs, caring, money, or love…

As class started Lupin began handing out their essay's, which had been homework the night before. He works himself too hard, Hermione thought as he laid her essay down on her table, pausing slightly, confusion showing in his eyes he began to say something, then deciding against it, he smiled vaguely at her and moved on to the desks behind her. Hermione turned her paper over, content with the one hundred percent grade and excellent remarks for her work. Parvati slid over and peered at Hermione's essay, her own paper in her hands. Hermione could see the 74 scrawled on it clearly. Parvati sighed and turned back to Lavender, " I wish I could satisfy Professor Lupin's needs like Hermione does to get grades like her" she said slyly as Remus passed them.

Hermione gaped at the giggling twosome angrily before rolling her eyes at their idiotic and immature behavior and turning back to her work. Keeping her eyes down on her essay, she refused to look up to see Remus's expression, knowing he had heard it.

"Don't wait up for me you two!" Hermione said as climbed out the portrait to go to the library. Harry and Ron were too busy involved in their intense chess game to really even hear what she had been saying, and she wouldn't be surprised to come back and find them both awake and angry at her for keeping them up so late with worry. She walked down the emptying hallways, it was not even seven yet, and the fast dimming light outside only aged six. Yet the students were retreating to their dormitories, some ready to go to bed after the week's exhaustion from tests, teachers, homework, Peeves and some ready to party away the coming night in their dormitories.

As she passed some of the classrooms, she saw Professor Lupin struggling to lock up the DADA room quickly, piles of parchments and textbooks in his arms. She stopped, her feet moving forward to help them until her brain caught up and halted all action. Before she would have helped him out without even thinking much about it, but after the incident in the classroom and the night before she didn't want to face him.

Hermione quickly walked past him, looking down at her feet as she hurriedly walked down the hallway. Looking behind her back, glad to find him gone she breathed a sigh of relief as she entered the library. Madam Pince was bent over some last books left to stack away. Hermione quietly hurried into the tall dominating bookshelves and stayed hidden in the shadows until she heard Madam Pince look up and leave.

Leaving the dark corner she took in a deep breath, stretching her arms above her and smiling fondly at the books surrounding her. She muttered a lighting spell to illuminated the dark room once more. Though the lighting was a much too dim, it would do, after all, the moon was going to be full tonight.

She looked out the large ceiling to floor windows, it had been almost two hours since six o'clock. The moon was finally out, sometimes peeking behind thin sheer puffs of clouds floating around it, but unmistakably full. Hermione shivered, shifting on the broad windowsill she was perched on, to turn to look out at the night. She dimmed the lights until there was none but the illumination from the bright voluptuous goddess of moon. She felt strangely peaceful she bathed in the vibrant moonlight. The mysterious rays seemed to be lulling her to sleep, their gentle fingers lovingly caressing her like a mother would caress her child's hair while singing a lullaby.She sighed softly,her eyes dropping down, the cool inviting breeze around her becoming the only thing stirring for the hours to come until early morning.

Only once did the peaceful girl stir in the dead of night, her gaze directed down at the dark depths of the forest, and the next morning she would swear she saw a creature running through the tall trees with wild abundant before she was lulled with strong sleep again.

Imaginary shadows flickering on the dimly lit walls finally died out as the last burning torch blew out within seconds. Hermione pushed down the slipping silvery material of Harry's invisibility cloak to cover her head again. The heavy books in her arms aggravating her shoulders and back with it's loaded weight. Hermione quietly walked across the large windows, breathing in the crisp air of autumn, the early morning inviting the various creatures of nature to rise along with the sun.

Hermione arched her back and rolled her shoulders, stiff from her windowsill bed last night. She entered the common room, rolling her eyes at the two figures fast asleep on the sofa in front of the fire. She lay her books down on her bed before going back downstairs with light mattresses to drape over the two boys half laying half upright sleeping forms. She smiled softly as she watched the rise and fall of Ron's chest as he snored lightly. His right arm was carelessly flung across Harry's chest, and his left arm had knocked over Harry's glasses, while his legs were hanging down the sofa. Harry was already beginning to slowly slide down the sofa, his back tucked into the corner.

Hermione picked up Harry's glasses and laid them on the small table beside the sofa, as she reached out to ruffle his hair. She carefully lifted Ron's arm off of Harry's head and placed it on the armrest. Laughing softly to herself she made her way upstairs again to go shower and get ready for breakfast, her stomach was grumbling a little too loudly.

Hermione entered the great hall, it was mostly empty save a few students scattered around the tables. On her way she had shaken Harry and Ron awake and send them back up their dormitories with orders to go shower. She knew them, and most boy's nature, well enough to know that they were now snoring the morning away on their beds, and she hoped it was their own respective bed they were snoring away on.

She seated herself on the far corner of the mostly empty Gryffindor table, serving herself some hot oatmeal. He probably won't be up all day today, Hermione thought as she stirred in some brown sugar. She knew that even though the Wolfbane prevented the wolf from taking over, it still did nothing to numb the effects and exhaustion of transforming.

She idly wondered for a moment about bringing him some breakfast, he did need something to eat, and she doubted whether he would bother eating anything at all today. She didn't want to do it though, not right now, she didn't want to talk to him. Hermione scraped the edge of the wooden table contemplating whether or not to go see him. It's not as if he's never done this before, she thought, but it wasn't as if he would ever bother start doing something healthy.

After draining her cup of pumpkin juice she quickly made her way down the passageway leading towards the kitchens. Upon entering she was immediately greeted by curious houseelves wiping their tiny flour stained hands on their aprons, eager to help her. Hermione smiled down at a seemingly young elf looking overly eager and excited and politely asked him if he could deliver a breakfast tray to Professor Lupin's when he entered his chambers to do the cleaning. The grinning house elf, Rodney, nodded eagerly causing his great ears to flap about his head.

Satisfied, Hermione left the kitchens to make her way towards the boy's dormitories once more, ready to bring out the water jugs and hear the boys screaming like little girls at the sensation of icy cold water down their heads and pillows.

Remus lifted his head for a moment, having the energy to only look out his window to see the bright sun peeking through the bare branches of the already frozen trees of November. It had been a rough night; he had almost not made it in time, almost forgotten to take his potion and almost had a run in with Hermione out in the forest again. Groaning he let his head drop into his pillow again, the covers slipping off his naked body. He heard a faint knock on his door accompanied by a squeaky voice. Gesturing his hand at the table without even lifting his head he mumbled a muffled thanks to the elf.

He wouldn't touch the tray until about dinnertime, but he was getting used to the tray arriving every month now. It had been arriving for three months now, the first time it was delivered he had been greatly surprised and touched. It had touched something deep within him, perhaps the wolf. Such a simple gesture of kindness had made him feel so touched and warm. It took him two months to figure out who it was before he figured it was Hermione.

The way she never spoke directly to him, but prodded gently with her curious eyes, asking himhow he was. Those caring eyes told him a lot more than if she had asked him with words, he understood that she cared about him in a way, he didn't understand what want, he didn't want to understand what way. There was too much risk involved into him getting attached to anyone, any human being in any way. His involvements with the Order stopped him most of the time.

He was too used to being alone, and he had accepted the fact that he would remain alone after some lessons he had learned from his past. She had shown kindness, the first girl aside from Lily who had ever shown kindness toward him while knowing his secrets. She was so much like Lily…if only Harry knew how much. But there were some things, thought Remus, frowning, that Harry did not need to ever know. She was more understanding than most girls, especially her age... Remus sighed wearily before letting his tired head drop down on his pillow again. He didn't want to take advantage of it.