AN- Hello all!! I'm soooo sorry, I mean tot have this up by Wednesday, at
the latest, but something terrible happened-my report card came in the
mail. I didn't exactly get the best of grades in either Science or Social
Studies, and so my computer privileges have been have been degraded down to
me only being able to use it for school work, except for Weekends. . . most
of this was typed on the side while I was typing up papers for school. . .
ug. Anyways, I will still update this as often as possible, but don't
expect more than one, MAYBE two chapters a week!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Sorry to disappoint you.
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Hermione woke up the next morning with a yawn. She lazily sat up, pushing her wild bush of hair out of her face, and glanced over at Lily's bed, which was neatly made up. She groggily made her way over to the bathroom, and saw a note pinned to the mirror. It read-
Hershey~
Sorry, I had to leave early for my meetings! You're welcome to use anything of mine- clothes, makeup, the works. Have fun with Remus!!
~Lily
PS I have some hair potion, go ahead and try to tame your hair! Don't be afraid to use a lot, I never use it and I have nearly 7 bottles~
Hermione looked over at the sink, and saw a bottle of the potion. She loved the feeling of having straight hair, it made her feel so much prettier, but in her 6th year she had used hair potions nearly everyday, and her hair had grown quite immune to them. Still, maybe a whole bottle would do the trick. . .
3 bottles and 10 minutes later, her hair had lost a bit of its frizz, but that was about it. Hermione was getting really sick of lathering the stuff on her hair, so she decided to leave it at that. She sighed and went to look at Lily's clothes. She had planned to just charm her old clothes clean, but she really didn't want to go into Hogsmeade in her school robes. She opened Lily's bureau, and wondered what was with the Halloween costumes- each drawer was full of bell bottoms, tie-dye t-shirts, peasant tops, even a pair of 6 inch platforms! Suddenly she realized that she was living in the 70's, and groaned. She reluctantly pulled on a pair of faded blue bell bottoms, and the only shirt that wasn't either beaded of tie-dyed- a brown peasant top, that tied in the front. Then she glanced at the platforms, and quickly decided on wearing her school shoes.
When she was done getting dressed, and had put on a touch of lip gloss, she grabbed her wand and made for the common room. There she found Remus reading a book, lost in his own little world. She watched him for several moments before clearing her throat loudly. He looked up quickly, and grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry, I was rather engrossed in my book."
Hermione smiled at him.
"Its quite all right, I understand completely. What book is it?"
Remus held up the book, and she read the title out loud.
"'The Moon and Me: A Biography of a Monster.' That's a terrible name!"
The smile had left Remus's face.
"Why? The book's about werewolves, and they ARE monsters." He said bitterly
"No they aren't! They're just a little different. . .I know werewolf, and he is one of the least monstrous people I know." She answered quietly.
He looked at her strangely, and she smiled at him slightly. After about a moment, she asked
"Well, why don't we leave then?"
He blushed and stood up.
"Oh, yes, sorry."
They made there way out to the front of the school, and towards the horseless carriage Dumbledore had arranged for them to take to Hogwarts. Mind you, they weren't exactly horseless, at least to Hermione. . . She looked at them sadly, wishing she was blissfully unaware of their existence, wishing she hadn't witnessed death
Remus opened the door for her. She tore her eyes away from the Thestrels, and climbed in. They rode in silence for a while, when Remus suddenly spoke.
"So, to Gringotts first?"
She looked slightly uncomfortable.
"Um, no, actually, I don't really have any money, so Dumbledore told me to charge everything to Hogwarts. . ."
She looked down at her lap, willing the slight redness disappear from her cheeks. She knew that it wasn't her fault that she had absolutely no way to pay for anything, and that Hogwarts could definitely afford to buy one girl some clothes, and supplies, but she still hated having to accept charity. She made up her mind to pay Dumbledore back the INSTANT she got home!
Remus wondered why Hershey's Aunt couldn't just buy her the things she needed. He figured that she was probably very poor, but it was still odd that she only came to Hogwarts with the clothes on her back, and her wand. . .But he was much to polite to ask her about it, so he changed the subject.
"So, what are you're favorite school classes?"
Hermione grinned, talking about school always made her happy.
"Oh, I love Arithmancy, it's my very favorite, but I also love Potions, despite the teacher, and Transfiguration. But, then again, I love all my classes. . .well, except for Divination, I took it in my 3rd year, and despised it! It's really just a lot of wooly guesswork, in my opinion. What about you, Remus? What's your favorite class?"
Remus gave her a bit of a wounded look.
"My very favorite class in the entire world is Divination; I can't believe you just said that 'it's a lot of wooly guesswork'. I'm wounded."
Hermione gave him a horrified look. How could he love divination??? Suddenly, he burst out laughing.
"You should have SEEN the look on your face! It was priceless! Really, I feel quite the same way as you, really, who wants to spend their day staring at soggy tea dregs, when you could be in Defense Against the Dark Arts? It's really my favorite class! When I grow up, I'd really like to be a teacher for Defense!"
Hermione smiled sadly. It would be quite a while before he would get a chance to teach. She wondered if he realized how hard life would be out in the real world, as a werewolf. He seemed so happy and carefree, so unlike the man she knew as her Professor. This boy would out live his two best friends, would have to go through the betrayal of Peter, who he thought was his friend. . .Suddenly, Remus waved his hand in front of Hermione's face.
"Hershey? Hello?"
She jumped, then blushed. He probably thought she was mental, staring of into space like that. She was about to apologize for her spacy-ness, when the carriage came to a sudden stop, sending Hermione straight into Remus's lap. She turned bright red, jumped off, and said "Er, well, we're here!" She didn't notice that Remus had gone rather red in the face as well.
Remus got out of the carriage, and helped Hermione out. She looked around in awe-It was so different!
"Erm, Hershey, I'm not really all that into shopping for clothes, so would you mind if we bought all you're school supplies first, and then split up when you get clothes? I need to do some Christmas shopping anyways. . ."
He looked at his feet, hoping she didn't get mad at him. He really despised shopping for clothes, and he REALLY needed a chance to buy James, Sirius, Peter, and Lily gifts for Christmas, since they would probably be hovering all over him at the next Hogsmeade Trip.
"Oh, not at all! Really, I understand, I rather hate shopping for clothes myself, I'm only doing it because I don't want to live in Lily's clothes forever!"
Remus grinned.
"Wonderful! Do you have a supplies list?"
She nodded, and pulled a sheet of parchment out of her pocket.
"Here, Professor Dumbledore sent it to me this morning."
Remus looked over it for several minutes.
"Let's go to the bookshop first, alright?"
Hermione grinned, and agreed straight away.
Two and a half hours later, Remus and Hermione dropped their heavy bags into a booth at The Three Broomsticks. They had finished buying Hermione's supplies, Hermione had gotten all the clothes she would be needing, and Remus had found Christmas presents for each of his friends.
They were chatting like old friends, when suddenly a very young version of Madame Rosmerta walked up to their table. Hermione choked when she realized who she was.
"Erm, hello, I was wondering if I could get you two a drink?"
Hermione grinned- It was obvious that Rosmerta was very new to the job."
"I'll take a Butterbeer, please"
"Yes, me as well."
Rosmerta scribbled something on a piece of parchment she was clutching, and walked off. Hermione tried not to laugh, but a giggle escaped her.
"What's so funny?" Remus asked her, giving her a quizzical look.
"Oh, nothing, Ros- erm, that waitress reminds me a bit of someone from back home."
"Oh, alright."
They sat in an uncomfortable silence, as though they had just realized that they were complete strangers. Mind you, Hermione already knew Remus, but not THIS Remus- the Remus she knew was darker, had seen more pain in his life.
The two were very thankful when their silence was broken by a flustered Rosmerta, bearing two mugs of butterbeer. Hermione held the cup up to her face and inhaled deeply, breathing in the warm, buttery sent. She didn't notice Remus looking at her, a small smile on his lips. She took her first sip, shivered, and smiled to herself as her insides quickly responded to the warm liquid. Oh, how she loved the feeling butterbeer gave her. Sometimes she thought that maybe being in love felt the way butterbeer made her feel- all warm and happy inside, yet shivery at the same time.
Remus had managed to tear his eyes away from Hershey, and took a large gulp of butterbeer, and then another. He was taking his third gulp when he choked- His knee had accidentally brushed Hershey's. He turned bright red, and mumbled an apology, while Hermione told him it was quite alright, her cheeks tinted pink.
Hermione was rather furious with herself, she had blushed more in one day that she had in her ENTIRE second year, when Lockhart was her Professor! Well, maybe she was exaggerating, but still. . .
After they were done, they got up, and Remus, being the gentleman that he was, charmed Hermione's bags to fit in his pocket, so she wouldn't have to be bothered by them. They walked towards the shrieking shack, where Dumbledore had asked them to go when they were done with their shopping. Remus was looking up at the large, shabby house with a guarded look in his eyes.
"It's haunted, you know" He told Hermione abruptly.
"Pardon?" She asked, not having any idea about what he was talking about.
"The Shrieking Shack. It's supposed to be the most severely haunted place in all of Britain."
"It just looks like an old house to me." Hermione answered. "And I doubt it's the most haunted place in Britain- Hogwarts has its share of ghosts, more than could ever fit in there!"
They continued talking about this and that until their horseless carriage arrived. Hermione had figured that it would have been faster to just use the secret passage from Honeydukes to Hogwarts, instead of them having to wait for their carriage, but Remus didn't' know that she knew anything about that.
Hermione was lost in her thoughts, ranging from time travel to her parents. Lupin, on the other hand, was lost in her eyes. She didn't notice. . .
When they got back to Hogwarts, and the carriage had come to a complete stop, Hermione made to open the door, when Remus stopped her. She looked at him quizzically, until, bright red, he leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips.
After several moments, he pulled away, and quickly got out of the carriage. Hermione, after several dazed seconds, hopped out after him, and watched the very red, grinning Remus walking into the castle, one of her hands pressed lightly against her lips.
Suddenly, she grinned, and quickly followed after him, with a new bounce in her step.
'He kissed me, he kissed me, he kissed me' her mind chanted, as she walked up the steps to the castle. She couldn't wait to get upstairs and tell Lily all about it.
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AN- Well, that was my longest chappie yet! R&R!!
Tamar- If you had read more closely, Hermione told them that she had grown up in ENGLAND. So, if she had actually gone to Beauxbatons, she would have been the girl who spoke French with a British accent, not the French girl who spoke English with a French accent. Please try to read more closely before submitting things like that!
WannabeHobbit- Yes, I guess you're right, he was probably younger when he was bitten, but whatever. :-P I know that it would be weird for Lily to be the ONLY Gryffindor 7th year girl, but I don't really like making up characters, so, in my own little world, she's the only one :-P
youdontneedtoknow- ARG, I was hoping no one would notice. . .*blush*. . .I decided that Herm's parents were dead after I typed that, and, now that someone noticed, I guess I'll have to go back and change it. . . .eventually. . .
The Dark Elfy Chick- Arg, I'm so bad at formatting! Spelling, I'm fine at, Grammar's easy, but I can NEVER understand when to have paragraphs break up. . .I tried to do it the way you explained for this chappie, I hope I did it right!
silver-sunn101-when Sirius tries to go up with the girls is one of my fave parts as well :-D
Fan-Of-HP, Tracy3, someonelse, poetrychik, Tielle, KatFay, WinterWonderland02, Elven Warrior1, Licky, Paupu-Kairi, Chaucer, Angel of Slytherin, Nissy Padfoot, FlamezFlyer, Dre, lovebug123, Moi, QueenOfTheRings, Kairi, Demetre Ironhilt: Thanks so much for the reviews!!!!
Grrrr, this chappie didn't turn out the way I wanted it too, probably because I didn't get to type it out all in one sitting. . .oh well. . .
Disclaimer: Not mine. Sorry to disappoint you.
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Hermione woke up the next morning with a yawn. She lazily sat up, pushing her wild bush of hair out of her face, and glanced over at Lily's bed, which was neatly made up. She groggily made her way over to the bathroom, and saw a note pinned to the mirror. It read-
Hershey~
Sorry, I had to leave early for my meetings! You're welcome to use anything of mine- clothes, makeup, the works. Have fun with Remus!!
~Lily
PS I have some hair potion, go ahead and try to tame your hair! Don't be afraid to use a lot, I never use it and I have nearly 7 bottles~
Hermione looked over at the sink, and saw a bottle of the potion. She loved the feeling of having straight hair, it made her feel so much prettier, but in her 6th year she had used hair potions nearly everyday, and her hair had grown quite immune to them. Still, maybe a whole bottle would do the trick. . .
3 bottles and 10 minutes later, her hair had lost a bit of its frizz, but that was about it. Hermione was getting really sick of lathering the stuff on her hair, so she decided to leave it at that. She sighed and went to look at Lily's clothes. She had planned to just charm her old clothes clean, but she really didn't want to go into Hogsmeade in her school robes. She opened Lily's bureau, and wondered what was with the Halloween costumes- each drawer was full of bell bottoms, tie-dye t-shirts, peasant tops, even a pair of 6 inch platforms! Suddenly she realized that she was living in the 70's, and groaned. She reluctantly pulled on a pair of faded blue bell bottoms, and the only shirt that wasn't either beaded of tie-dyed- a brown peasant top, that tied in the front. Then she glanced at the platforms, and quickly decided on wearing her school shoes.
When she was done getting dressed, and had put on a touch of lip gloss, she grabbed her wand and made for the common room. There she found Remus reading a book, lost in his own little world. She watched him for several moments before clearing her throat loudly. He looked up quickly, and grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry, I was rather engrossed in my book."
Hermione smiled at him.
"Its quite all right, I understand completely. What book is it?"
Remus held up the book, and she read the title out loud.
"'The Moon and Me: A Biography of a Monster.' That's a terrible name!"
The smile had left Remus's face.
"Why? The book's about werewolves, and they ARE monsters." He said bitterly
"No they aren't! They're just a little different. . .I know werewolf, and he is one of the least monstrous people I know." She answered quietly.
He looked at her strangely, and she smiled at him slightly. After about a moment, she asked
"Well, why don't we leave then?"
He blushed and stood up.
"Oh, yes, sorry."
They made there way out to the front of the school, and towards the horseless carriage Dumbledore had arranged for them to take to Hogwarts. Mind you, they weren't exactly horseless, at least to Hermione. . . She looked at them sadly, wishing she was blissfully unaware of their existence, wishing she hadn't witnessed death
Remus opened the door for her. She tore her eyes away from the Thestrels, and climbed in. They rode in silence for a while, when Remus suddenly spoke.
"So, to Gringotts first?"
She looked slightly uncomfortable.
"Um, no, actually, I don't really have any money, so Dumbledore told me to charge everything to Hogwarts. . ."
She looked down at her lap, willing the slight redness disappear from her cheeks. She knew that it wasn't her fault that she had absolutely no way to pay for anything, and that Hogwarts could definitely afford to buy one girl some clothes, and supplies, but she still hated having to accept charity. She made up her mind to pay Dumbledore back the INSTANT she got home!
Remus wondered why Hershey's Aunt couldn't just buy her the things she needed. He figured that she was probably very poor, but it was still odd that she only came to Hogwarts with the clothes on her back, and her wand. . .But he was much to polite to ask her about it, so he changed the subject.
"So, what are you're favorite school classes?"
Hermione grinned, talking about school always made her happy.
"Oh, I love Arithmancy, it's my very favorite, but I also love Potions, despite the teacher, and Transfiguration. But, then again, I love all my classes. . .well, except for Divination, I took it in my 3rd year, and despised it! It's really just a lot of wooly guesswork, in my opinion. What about you, Remus? What's your favorite class?"
Remus gave her a bit of a wounded look.
"My very favorite class in the entire world is Divination; I can't believe you just said that 'it's a lot of wooly guesswork'. I'm wounded."
Hermione gave him a horrified look. How could he love divination??? Suddenly, he burst out laughing.
"You should have SEEN the look on your face! It was priceless! Really, I feel quite the same way as you, really, who wants to spend their day staring at soggy tea dregs, when you could be in Defense Against the Dark Arts? It's really my favorite class! When I grow up, I'd really like to be a teacher for Defense!"
Hermione smiled sadly. It would be quite a while before he would get a chance to teach. She wondered if he realized how hard life would be out in the real world, as a werewolf. He seemed so happy and carefree, so unlike the man she knew as her Professor. This boy would out live his two best friends, would have to go through the betrayal of Peter, who he thought was his friend. . .Suddenly, Remus waved his hand in front of Hermione's face.
"Hershey? Hello?"
She jumped, then blushed. He probably thought she was mental, staring of into space like that. She was about to apologize for her spacy-ness, when the carriage came to a sudden stop, sending Hermione straight into Remus's lap. She turned bright red, jumped off, and said "Er, well, we're here!" She didn't notice that Remus had gone rather red in the face as well.
Remus got out of the carriage, and helped Hermione out. She looked around in awe-It was so different!
"Erm, Hershey, I'm not really all that into shopping for clothes, so would you mind if we bought all you're school supplies first, and then split up when you get clothes? I need to do some Christmas shopping anyways. . ."
He looked at his feet, hoping she didn't get mad at him. He really despised shopping for clothes, and he REALLY needed a chance to buy James, Sirius, Peter, and Lily gifts for Christmas, since they would probably be hovering all over him at the next Hogsmeade Trip.
"Oh, not at all! Really, I understand, I rather hate shopping for clothes myself, I'm only doing it because I don't want to live in Lily's clothes forever!"
Remus grinned.
"Wonderful! Do you have a supplies list?"
She nodded, and pulled a sheet of parchment out of her pocket.
"Here, Professor Dumbledore sent it to me this morning."
Remus looked over it for several minutes.
"Let's go to the bookshop first, alright?"
Hermione grinned, and agreed straight away.
Two and a half hours later, Remus and Hermione dropped their heavy bags into a booth at The Three Broomsticks. They had finished buying Hermione's supplies, Hermione had gotten all the clothes she would be needing, and Remus had found Christmas presents for each of his friends.
They were chatting like old friends, when suddenly a very young version of Madame Rosmerta walked up to their table. Hermione choked when she realized who she was.
"Erm, hello, I was wondering if I could get you two a drink?"
Hermione grinned- It was obvious that Rosmerta was very new to the job."
"I'll take a Butterbeer, please"
"Yes, me as well."
Rosmerta scribbled something on a piece of parchment she was clutching, and walked off. Hermione tried not to laugh, but a giggle escaped her.
"What's so funny?" Remus asked her, giving her a quizzical look.
"Oh, nothing, Ros- erm, that waitress reminds me a bit of someone from back home."
"Oh, alright."
They sat in an uncomfortable silence, as though they had just realized that they were complete strangers. Mind you, Hermione already knew Remus, but not THIS Remus- the Remus she knew was darker, had seen more pain in his life.
The two were very thankful when their silence was broken by a flustered Rosmerta, bearing two mugs of butterbeer. Hermione held the cup up to her face and inhaled deeply, breathing in the warm, buttery sent. She didn't notice Remus looking at her, a small smile on his lips. She took her first sip, shivered, and smiled to herself as her insides quickly responded to the warm liquid. Oh, how she loved the feeling butterbeer gave her. Sometimes she thought that maybe being in love felt the way butterbeer made her feel- all warm and happy inside, yet shivery at the same time.
Remus had managed to tear his eyes away from Hershey, and took a large gulp of butterbeer, and then another. He was taking his third gulp when he choked- His knee had accidentally brushed Hershey's. He turned bright red, and mumbled an apology, while Hermione told him it was quite alright, her cheeks tinted pink.
Hermione was rather furious with herself, she had blushed more in one day that she had in her ENTIRE second year, when Lockhart was her Professor! Well, maybe she was exaggerating, but still. . .
After they were done, they got up, and Remus, being the gentleman that he was, charmed Hermione's bags to fit in his pocket, so she wouldn't have to be bothered by them. They walked towards the shrieking shack, where Dumbledore had asked them to go when they were done with their shopping. Remus was looking up at the large, shabby house with a guarded look in his eyes.
"It's haunted, you know" He told Hermione abruptly.
"Pardon?" She asked, not having any idea about what he was talking about.
"The Shrieking Shack. It's supposed to be the most severely haunted place in all of Britain."
"It just looks like an old house to me." Hermione answered. "And I doubt it's the most haunted place in Britain- Hogwarts has its share of ghosts, more than could ever fit in there!"
They continued talking about this and that until their horseless carriage arrived. Hermione had figured that it would have been faster to just use the secret passage from Honeydukes to Hogwarts, instead of them having to wait for their carriage, but Remus didn't' know that she knew anything about that.
Hermione was lost in her thoughts, ranging from time travel to her parents. Lupin, on the other hand, was lost in her eyes. She didn't notice. . .
When they got back to Hogwarts, and the carriage had come to a complete stop, Hermione made to open the door, when Remus stopped her. She looked at him quizzically, until, bright red, he leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips.
After several moments, he pulled away, and quickly got out of the carriage. Hermione, after several dazed seconds, hopped out after him, and watched the very red, grinning Remus walking into the castle, one of her hands pressed lightly against her lips.
Suddenly, she grinned, and quickly followed after him, with a new bounce in her step.
'He kissed me, he kissed me, he kissed me' her mind chanted, as she walked up the steps to the castle. She couldn't wait to get upstairs and tell Lily all about it.
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AN- Well, that was my longest chappie yet! R&R!!
Tamar- If you had read more closely, Hermione told them that she had grown up in ENGLAND. So, if she had actually gone to Beauxbatons, she would have been the girl who spoke French with a British accent, not the French girl who spoke English with a French accent. Please try to read more closely before submitting things like that!
WannabeHobbit- Yes, I guess you're right, he was probably younger when he was bitten, but whatever. :-P I know that it would be weird for Lily to be the ONLY Gryffindor 7th year girl, but I don't really like making up characters, so, in my own little world, she's the only one :-P
youdontneedtoknow- ARG, I was hoping no one would notice. . .*blush*. . .I decided that Herm's parents were dead after I typed that, and, now that someone noticed, I guess I'll have to go back and change it. . . .eventually. . .
The Dark Elfy Chick- Arg, I'm so bad at formatting! Spelling, I'm fine at, Grammar's easy, but I can NEVER understand when to have paragraphs break up. . .I tried to do it the way you explained for this chappie, I hope I did it right!
silver-sunn101-when Sirius tries to go up with the girls is one of my fave parts as well :-D
Fan-Of-HP, Tracy3, someonelse, poetrychik, Tielle, KatFay, WinterWonderland02, Elven Warrior1, Licky, Paupu-Kairi, Chaucer, Angel of Slytherin, Nissy Padfoot, FlamezFlyer, Dre, lovebug123, Moi, QueenOfTheRings, Kairi, Demetre Ironhilt: Thanks so much for the reviews!!!!
Grrrr, this chappie didn't turn out the way I wanted it too, probably because I didn't get to type it out all in one sitting. . .oh well. . .