Ch. 19- Filtered Light

Remus woke up the next morning before the sun rose over the horizon. He yawned and turned, placing his bare feet on the cold floor. He stretched as his eyes glanced tiredly around the room and stopped when they landed on an article of clothing that definitely did not belong in a boy's dormitory…

A skirt.

A growl rose deep within him as he looked over at Sirius's bed, the dark red curtains shutting off his view, and knew instantly who was in there. Hermione.

Damn it, he thought, his hands closing into tight fists. Why does he always have to get the things I want? Perfect, sex god Black… he's above everyone else.

Remus shook his head. He was being immature. He needed to talk to her, get her alone and tell her how he felt about her. If the feelings weren't mutual, he'd end it there and be glad he at least tried.

Afraid that if he stayed he might do something he'd later regret, Remus left the dormitory with his book bag and was followed by Apollo, his Siamese cat.

Hermione blinked as the light filtered in through her eyelids and looked over at Sirius, still fast asleep. Thinking she should probably leave before the other boys woke up, she slipped out of his bed, got dressed quickly, and left the room, stepping into the common room.

"Well, good morning, Hermione," came a light voice she knew all to well. She froze and turned to gaze into the eyes of Remus Lupin. He smiled handsomely and butterflies swarmed in her stomach.

"Oh, Remus," she said, keeping her guilt out of her voice as well she could. "Morning? Up early aren't you?"

"Oh, you could say that… but maybe its just because you went to bed so late. How was your sleep last night?"

Hermione blushed and knew instantly that he knew. She frowned and turned to go but her wrist was captured. She whirled around to see Remus's hand on her wrist.

"Hermione, I'm sorry," he muttered apologetically. I really didn't mean to butt into you and Sirius's relationship. I just was wondering if we could talk, but not here. Somewhere we can't be overheard. I have quite a lot on my mind."

Hermione nodded and took his hand. He stiffened and she laughed.

"I don't have cooties," she joked. "I'm cootie-free."

Remus laughed and loosened up a bit. Hermione led him to the far end of the common room to where the large banner of the Gryffindor banner and crest and waved her wand, muttering something he could not hear. Instantly a doorway separated by beads appeared and Hermione led him in, smiling at the awe on his handsome face.

The room was a room with a desk, a mini-fridge, and a bed—a very large and very appealing bed—that he suddenly felt the urge to push her onto and straddle her.

"Hermione, what's—where'd you learn this?"

"Lets just say, it's not quite invented yet," she said with a smirk as she lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Remus sat on the bed near her stomach, his feet still planted on the ground as he turned slightly to see her. "Now, what was it you wanted?"

Remus sighed and smiled, as she looked him over.

"Remus," she called back, brining him back to reality. "I just wanted to tell you—I just wanted to tell you that I—I…" he trailed off and nibbled his lower lip before throwing caution to the winds.

Leaning over her, he brushed his lips against hers as he gazed into her eyes.

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